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hornyhermitry · 9 months

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These are not the Zenins you’re looking for - Naobito & Naoya ramblings and then some

Since there’s no real alternative for longer rants with a personal flavour, let’s give this a shot here on tumblr I guess? Heh.

Preface

General Naobito facts:

71 years → born in 1946, died 2018

Curse Technique: Projection Sorcery

Special Grade 1 Sorcerer

One younger brother - Ogi Zenin

Probably one older brother - unnamed, father of Toji Zenin

(I assume Ogi is younger because they are clearly not twins from the way they look, Ogi looks younger and Ogi’s children Maki & Mai are ca. 10 years younger than Naobito’s son Naoya).

Three sons - youngest son Naoya (27 years in 2018 - born when Naobito was 44)

Fastest Jujucist (except for Gojo Satoru)

Both Naobito & Naoya are names that translate to honesty & straightforwardness. Naobito’s further includes a meaning of “helpful/support”

Hobby: Anime

Favorite food: Sake

Least favorite food: Fishcake

Observations & conclusions from his manga scenes:

Confident, determined, affirmative, tactical (ref. Dagon fight + Jogo appearance right before the burn, doesn’t mind losing an arm, thinks ahead of Toji going for Dagon and jumps in to distract in support)

Cocky & playful, enjoys fighting (often grinning, excited to see Dagon evolve, taunts Nanami “Two 1st grades cannot exorcise (Dagon)?”)

Petty (annoyed by everyone fixated on 4K 60FPS and stupid numbers, retorts to Maki wanting to take Clan Lead)

He was drinking and did not care about Maki leaving the clan. There was no mockery and no attempt to stop her. Only when she said she’d become the next clan head, he asked if he should make her life harder.

He showed up to Shibuya to help out the rest (Maki mocks his drinking habits, with cans next to him he shouts over to her to bring him drinks, but later he nonchalantly breathes into Nanami’s face and we see he actually has not been drinking) and is excited to hear Gojo has been sealed, wants to celebrate.

Maki antagonizes him uncalled for, a bait he does not take but tells her matter of factly she should be the one to go home, to which Nanami agrees.

Assumption based on minor clues

Clan head since the 80s or 90s — depending on circumstances.

→ 2018-1185 (Zenin at the very least date back to Heian times) = 833 years with 26 Zenin clan heads= average leadership of 32 years = his latest “starting date” would have been 1999.

IMO it is very likely he took over earlier than that, because as far as averages go, it usually is way longer spans that are interspersed with very short ones.

(see: “medieval life expectancy was just 31” which did not have most people die at 31 but caused by a high infant mortality seeking the average - you either died as a kid or lived into your 60s).

I think he took over in the mid to late 80s because that sets up the unfortunate situation his family line had to deal with.

On a factual level it’s also not unlikely, because the first half of the 20th century was a chaotic time all around the globe, full of societal shifts and political conflicts that may have potentially led to Naobito’s father/Naoya’s grandfather dying “early”.

Anyway. I present to you:

THE LIFE & TIMES OF NAOBITO ZENIN aka HOLY HEADCANON

The historical context is what makes Naobito so interesting to me and further supports my personal controversial headcanon that:

Naobito & Naoya Zenin are NOT the major players in the, let’s call it “traditional Zenin camp” that exiled Toji and used all kinds of shady internal clan politics to keep power systems up.

Let me take you on a very exhaustive detour on what Naobito being 71 years old in 2018 translates to.

He was born at the brink of World War II and in the wake of the atomic bomb.

During his lifespan, Japan went from a humbled country on its knees to a major player in the global economy, driving technological advancements. During his youth, Japan’s patriotism loosened and a lot of American culture was adapted - the yankii subculture rose to prominence.

JJK readers were told that the Heian era was the peak of jujucists. IRL historically, it was a time famous for many violent conflicts and natural disasters.

Since JJK establishes negative emotions breed curses and cursed energy, this means Naobito‘s young years must have been infested with stronger curses than ever, spawned from the aftermath, suffering, resentment and personal tragedies of WWII, Hiroshima & Nagasaki.

Born in 1946 within months of arguably the worst moment of Japanese history, emerging with a new technique utilising modern animation processes, his potential power upon birth likely matched the new level of curse threats, enabling him to eventually become the fastest Jujucist alive with the use of his modern technique. Growing up in a strongly American-influenced Japan in a rapidly changing world, he was a completely different person than his father (who had seen multiple wars but no massive technological and social progress yet) likely was.

Being the middle child, his father was likely 25-45 years older than him (men back then often fathered their first child between 19 & 23, so I assume he fathered his middle child at 25+), therefore born between 1921 and 1900. This makes him very likely a very hardline conservative patriot who took great pride in the battles he fought in - either during WWI or WWII or even both. A man raised in the spirit of a proud nationalist Japan at the peak of its expansionist mindset across Asia, high in spirits from the successful war against Russia and winning military campaigns in China, Singapore and more East Asian territories. Japan during Naobito’s father’s youth wore uniforms and kimonos.

Whereas Naobito’s social upbringing (outside of his father’s direct influence) was shaped by a more globalist approach and culture, appeasing to the West and showing e.g. through the Olympics of 1964 what a modern country they had become. So when Naobito was 18, Tokyo modernised its post-war infrastructure and built both the Metro as well as the Shinkansen connecting Tokyo and Osaka which kicked off the economic growth in a global spotlight and highlighted how well Japan had rebuilt itself after the defeat 20 years ago. Japan during Naobito’s youth wore slacks, jeans and white shirts. He is old in 2018, but he is a "modern man" in comparison to what came before and he is accustomed to change and progress.

Due to this clash of ideals and lived realities in the world around them, I think Naobito and his father had a very rocky relationship once Naobito entered puberty (and listened to jazz, blues, rock and dressed in blue jeans and leather jackets) and that they had some fundamentally different views on things.

The realities of external life could not have been more different between Naobito’s father and Naobito. Whether it was the world around them or the eventual standing of their clan, Naobito was dealt a very different hand of cards than a very very long line of Zenins in previous generations had been dealt for many centuries.

Due to going up against a man with so much pride and confidence when emancipating himself as his own person, I believe Naobito grew a strong backbone and was a very genuine, upright person - within the limits of his time and upbringing. Much more progressive and less patriotic than his father in any case, which surely was a source of conflict. Yet, I suspect that succeeding in spite of his father’s disapproval is what fueled him to become a more capable and autonomous person than his brothers are and to show that an allegedly inferior curse technique will not hold him back. But Naobito and his father did not only clash about this. In the later Hakari introduction chapter, JJK establishes there are several political factions and some are in favor of traditional millenia old curse techniques like Megumi's 10 Shadows or Gojo's Six Eyes and shun new curse techniques like Projection Sorcery and Idle Gambling that only emerged with new technology. Since sorcerer grades are based on Jujutsu strength and such, people with a modern curse technique are clowned on and not properly being recognized - which applies to both Naobito and Naoya.

The realities of life for Naobito and Naoya are very similar and Naoya’s life is dealing with similar challenges as his father’s. Unlike his father, Naobito was confronted with the reality of established values, routines and social hierarchies becoming horribly moot and due to his own curse technique not being a prestigious one, he was forced to reevaluate the legitimacy of what his father had taught him and what old clans perpetuated. Both in light of the changing world and also his own value as a person and a jujucist. Naoya was confronted with a similar road to growth and reevaluating the classic Jujutsu society & clan values, also having received the same modern technique as his father and witnessing the new kind of strength Toji wielded.

While I do say that Naobito is a different man than his father, I am a firm believer that “the apple does not fall far from the tree” and very much see the likeness between Naobito and Naoya. I feel I should clarify this applies more to personality traits than opinions and I think all three of them are more straightforward and more blunt than the other family lines.

The people readers are told to be suffering by the Zenin family’s actions and opinions are Maki and Toji.

Both of which are not Naobito’s children. They are children of Naobito’s older and younger brothers.

Naobito’s unknown older brother exiles Toji due to him being resented and seen useless by the majority of the clan for not having techniques or energy, Naobito’s younger brother Ogi and his wife raise Maki & Mai in a cruel way, on top of that Ogi is shown to secretly plot behind people’s backs and be involved (with e.g. Jinichi) in inner-clan intrigues and betrayal. Funny enough, Toji himself is shown to be as much of a schemer (as seen through his bounty plan) and backstabber (pun intended) in line with his upbringing.

Naoya & Naobito on the other hand speak their mind openly, announce their gripes and do what they want. Naoya and Naobito are not schemers, they very much are -in accordance with their names - straightforward.

Naoya is many things, but he is not a liar.

Both Naoya and Nabito are eccentrics with a very flashy style that does not conform to plain traditions:

Naoya with his piercings and dyed hair (I’ve previously mentioned his white hakama being unusual for men, which still holds true, but it is not uncommon for high rank swordsmen to wear white ones, so I have now come to conclude these indicate his rank as Chief of the Hei) and Naobito, as an old man, sporting this over the top moustache.

There is an idiom about Japanese society that the nail who sticks out gets hammered down. Both Naoya and Naobito are doing everything to stand out and refuse to fall in line with unreflected traditional actions.

Both have not inherited the Ten Shadows technique but Projection Sorcery - as a result, both are on their own side which aligns more with the reformer side (that contains other Jujucists such as Hakari & Kirara who also have modern techniques), than the conventional conservatives (such as the higher ups or the Kamos. On that note, take a moment to reflect on the implications of Maki and Mai wearing modern school uniforms while Kamo Junior wears a uniform that much more resembles traditional clan attire: The Kamos are as conservative as the Zenins and probably more so than Naobito).

Both Naobito and Naoya are denied their perceived birthright purely by the unfortunate existence of Gojo Satoru and his Six Eyes, and Megumi having the 10 Shadows Technique, for the first time in hundreds of years denying the Zenin’s claim to fame.

Since Gojo was born 1989, I personally like to imagine Naobito tasted clan leadership as “the strongest” (and, in his case, fastest) for at least a few years before the one to change the world’s balance was born - simultaneously stealing Naobito’s position at the peak of the Jujutsu world and also denying that of his at that point two sons. Toji was already past the point of manifesting a cursed technique and therefore all existing “sons” of the Zenin family were ruled out to take their clan’s glory back from Gojo Satoru.

So Naobito tried and succeeded in having another son - I believe this is why Naoya was fathered by him as late as at 44 years. All hopes to restore the waning Zenin power were now on this little boy growing up. Would he be the one to manifest 10 Shadows and make the Zenin a worthy competitor to the Gojo clan again?

No.

Naobito, at this point already several years into watching his clan’s decline, lost the last bit of hope to restore its glory by traditional means and standards when his son manifested his very own curse technique: Projection Sorcery. Personally, I believe that your curse technique is heavily related to your personality - or call it soul if you like - and both Naobito and Naoya having the same technique reflects their similarity in character.

So Naobito raised Naoya to try and surpass the competing Gojo Six Eyes boy even without inheriting the jackpot technique.

While I do believe that Naoya was pampered by servants and women growing up, being the son of the Clan Lead and future Zenin heir in a long line of proud Jujucists, I also coin Naobito as one to give tough love, and demand a lot and would assume Ogi resented him because he would remind him of his own lack of potential, lack of power and lack of future.

On the topic of Ogi:

He is a weak, bitter man who holds resentment for everyone around him and blames everyone but himself for his shortcomings.

Being the youngest brother, his upbringing was different from Naobito‘s and I imagine that especially after witnessing his father and older brother argue and clash, he tried to suck up to his father by being a yesman to all his views and often tried to throw his older brothers under the bus and snitch about his activities.

He has always been a miserable rat with no backbone, hoping for another authority figure to spoonfeed him power.

He never learned that power is not given but taken and failed to take ownership for his life and actions right until his death.

Toji‘s father/Naobito‘s older brother:

I have little thoughts about Toji‘s father/Naobito‘s older brother, but I think he also clashed with his father and (this is super out there) maybe refused to take responsibility despite being the firstborn son and had no interest in leading the clan. I think he was on good terms with Naobito either way and I can see the two of them in their late teens/early 20s out in town, wearing jeans, pomade in their hair, smoking, flirting and riding around on motorbikes with Ogi nagging on the backseat how irresponsible, shameful and reckless they are while they tell the miserable virgin to shut up and learn to be a man.

(In fact, this is the Zenin backstory I want to read and write about, hahaha).

I consider it possible Ogi remained unmarried/a virgin for most his life and only decided to marry a few years after Naobito‘s youngest son Naoya had also failed to manifest Ten Shadows, in a last ill-guided attempt to steal his brother‘s superiority by fathering a child with the golden curse technique. Unfortunately Maki and Mai did not get it either and, to add insult to injury, were girls. Ogi must have been seething about his unlikely decision to marry after all. Possibly he was talked into it by others in the Zenin clan who did not hold Naobito and his ways and his son Naoya in high regard - considering them too unruly and progressive, affirming their future support to Ogi‘s line if he ever takes action.

Either way, I think Ogi and Naobito (and Naoya) are on bad terms and Ogi is a weak rat that deserves to be stepped on by greater people.

Most readers sympathise with Maki and Megumi and their goals and views because that‘s the lense through which we see the story, but take a step back to think about the legitimacy of it for a moment.

Maki leaving the clan is fair, but why would she (or unwilling Megumi) be suitable candidates for leading what‘s essentially a business with lives and salaries and adult people in national positions of power and military units? The thought of it is absurd. It‘s only natural for Naoya, who was raised into this responsibility from a young age, to be outraged over a noname teenager stealing his legacy from him the moment he was supposed to get it in his mid to late 20s. It’s as outrageous as Gojo taking it from Naobito.

My personal headcanon on Naobito’s drinking habit is that it formed in his later years, after Gojo’s curse technique emerged. Struggling to come to grips in his mid 50s, after a life lived for the Zenin legacy for ultimately nothing, watching the power loss and decline of relevancy the Zenin hold after the unfortunate event series - Toji energyless and exiled - Gojo born with Six Eyes - Naoya not having Ten Shadows - from the sidelines of history and the center stage of his clan, with his older brother & his father definitely already dead at this point and him being left with the joke of a person that Ogi is, he took to drinking. “If it‘s all drifting into irrelevancy, I might as well sit back and have a drink in my remaining years.” Something to this extent. In line with this, writing Megumi into his will was a drop in the ocean and at this point no dent in the current state of the clan already past its prime in his eyes.

And yet, old Naobito, leader of the most powerful and wealthy Jujutsu clan (who does not need money) goes to help with the curse outbreak in Shibuya. Sober, despite Maki‘s claims.

And he does not pull a Kusakabe avoiding the curses roaming around but genuinely puts in effort to defeat Dagon and save Maki (who left the clan) after telling her to go home (which against all reason she refuses out of teenage thickheadedness and nearly dies burnt to a crisp as a consequence).

Whereas her father, Naobito‘s little brother Ogi, throws her into a cursed pit to die.

Now, as for Naoya.

Unlike Maki's mother, he does not try to stop her from getting to the curse tools. Unlike her father, he does not throw her into a cursed pit to die. Unlike Jinichi he is not involved in a plot to have her killed.

He mocks her for having an ugly face, rendering her a total failure (on top of not having CE and being a bad fighter). Compared to what everyone else is doing to her, that is really tame.

What I find interesting and most people oddly gloss over, is how he asks her if her plan is to stay in the shadow of Megumi and Yuta.

The implication of this is that he looks down on her choice to tag along behind two other boys — instead of rising up to defeat the odds stacked against her which he potentially considers her capable of. If he was not considering her worthy of being her own person, why would he mock her for being in the shadow of those two? Much like Naobito raised Naoya with tough love, I think this (unconsciously) is a jab at Maki to take Naoya and Naobito as a role model (instead of her weak father) and rise to greatness despite the odds. Somewhere in that douchebaggery of his, he considers her biggest fault her passiveness and acceptance of other people’s low opinion of her and tries to get her to snap and rethink. Be the rebel that Naobito and Naoya also are and were.

I think Naoya, with his definition of and thoughts on strength, his contrarian taunting of everyone else in the clan after his father’s death, had plans to reform the Zenin clan in his own vision once his time as a head comes, to mare sure it will be sustainable in a new age of Jujutsu with less outdated ways of thinking. Naoya has his own agenda. He is not following anyone else's. He does not care for Sukuna's plans, he does not care about Kenjaku's plans. He does not care about Gojo's or Maki's plans (the latter ofc only up until she is all up in his face with her actions) he just wants to get promoted, nothing more. That's not any bizarrely evil masterplan, just a guy trying to steer his life in accordance with his personal vision and goals.

One of my most genuine headcanons about Naoya is that, without Maki and Megumi, he’d have been with Hakari’s and Kirara’s reformer faction and wouldn’t ever have been perceived as an antagonist at all. Because he is not a villain, he is an antagonist, and specifically for Maki & Megumi - he has zero personal agenda with the rest of the cast (aside from Gojo in the broadest sense, but in the same way his father already had it and just lived with it).

Naoya’s whole life revolved around two things: eventually stepping up to lead the clan and to prove himself worthy despite an inferior curse technique, so naturally Megumi stealing the head position from him with contractual fineprint pisses him off to the max. And then to add insult to injury, his “untalented, ugly little cousin” runs amok and slaughters the clan he was supposed to inherit right under his nose. Which he, interestingly, kind of brushes off like water under the bridge and just mocks her for being heartless. He holds no sentimental feelings towards those people murdered there, going by his lack of reaction. And does not care about the Zenin legacy being wiped out for the most part. Which hints at him having prepared for a reform that has now become moot through Maki’s actions.

Now only his other goal in life remains. To be the strongest next to Toji and Gojo. And had Maki not challenged that, had it been anyone else over a different topic, he would not have cared. But his biggest insecurity aka driver was prodded and his arrogance and refusal to acknowledge strength in another Zenin child not him became his downfall. On that note, I also do not consider him a misogynist in particular - he is a petty, spiteful instigator and goader and shittalks everyone. He baits Jinichi into attacking him, he baits Maki in a sexist way, he shittalks women in front of his aunt and he shittalks his brothers to Choso. He does not exclusively single out women to disrespect, he disrespects ANYONE. (Like young Gojo by the way, who behaved the same before he met Geto - all these kids raised into clans, especially as child prodigies set up for future greatness, have little respect for others. A baseline a big ego and a certain arrogance and always feeling better than the rest, no natural instinct to care for others and no respect for established rules are traits both share. Fortunately, Geto opened Gojo’s eyes on the responsibility of strength and taught him some consideration and at least a little humility and kindness. Otherwise, Gojo and Naoya would indeed be standing right next to each other, in arrogance and disrespect for those lower than them).

For what it’s worth, I think Naoya is sexist but the one who is an actual misogynist is Ogi. And that’s why Naoya’s treating Ogi’s wife and daughters mockingly the same way their father/husband does. Yes, there is a difference between sexism (crude prejudice and discrimination) and misogynism (actual contempt and dislike/hatred of women). And while we’re at it -- most of Jujutsu society’s clan-raised peers (vs. random recruits like Yuji, Yuta, Todo) will be sexist. They just don’t get a chance to show it in the manga because their arcs revolve around other things. Kenjaku, Sukuna, Gojo, are all certified sexists given their upbringing and backgrounds.But their stories are different ones, so it’s not likely to come up. Although there has been Gojo’s remark about scary women and Sukuna looking forward to killing women - just saying.

Personally, I don’t see characters or people IRL as good or bad, that’s a childish way of thinking and in such narrow simplistic boxes that only fit in children’s cartoons. People are people. Flawed. Everyone has flaws and everyone has reasons why they have those flaws. Some people click better with your own flaws, some end up causing issues in your life. One bad trait and deed or one good trait and deed doesn’t make or break a person. It’s the sum of what you repeatedly do. Intentions are secondary, the outcome of your actions makes it real. “Who’s worse? The demon who killed 2000 humans or the human who told another human her face is ugly?” is a stupid game to play, especially on childish claims like “oh but sexism is real” like death and murder aren’t just because your sheltered little life has been free from them so far. Grow up and start recognizing the realities of physical violence. Anyway. Naoya mocked Maki for being unable to find a husband with her scarred face, her father threw her into a pit to kill her. People who think Naoya is her issue need to get a grip.

The Zenins you are looking for are not this line of the family but the rest.

And I wanna drink sake and watch anime with Naobito. And listen to him telling me stories from his 30s in the late 1970s.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year

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Chapter 17: Mad Fools

Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four

[Raining Hellfire: Season Four]

Word Count: 4216 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, fluff (like sweet-tooth kind of fluffiness that i love so no one can hate it), angst

[A/N: you are all going to go absolutely ballistic on me and i completely understand. half of you are gonna love me tho. *disappears menacingly into the shadows*]

Mad Fools

The RV was parked in the middle of an empty field, away from the public, and with enough space to make weapons.

Fighting Vecna wasn’t going to be easy, nor would it ever be a fair fight, but you sure as hell were gonna try.

You sat with Steve and Robin, helping them create Molotov cocktails, something Robin insisted upon. She was right, of course. What easier way to set fire to Vecna than being able to throw fire?

Across the field, furthest away, Dustin and Eddie worked on their shields, taking inspiration from the bats you and Steve wielded a couple years back by adding an assortment of nails into trash can lids.

Max sat with Nancy, watching as she sawed off her shotgun. Nancy needed it to be close range, and to create enough damage if need be.

The Sinclairs were sat together, creating spears to the best of their ability. And by that, you meant to Erica’s ability since Lucas had no idea what he was doing.

You fiddle around with the fuel-filled bottles, shoving in material and placing it beside you once complete. You sat cross-legged in front of Steve and Robin, watching as they poured the gas in through a funnel, careful not to spill.

“It just doesn’t make sense.” Steve says and you remove your headphones for a moment, resting them around your neck.

“What doesn’t make sense?” You ask and he sighs.

“That was Dan Shelter.”

You frown, looking to Robin for context. She shakes her head slightly.

“So, uh…” She begins, setting the gas can upright so she could tell her story, “You remember that girl I told you about?”

“Vickie?” You suggest and she nods.

You kept in touch with Robin occasionally when you were in Florida. She always called you whenever she had a break, or, more often than not, whenever she was bored during her shift at Family Video. At the beginning of your move, she called almost everyday. Then it became every week, slowly turning into every month. You didn’t blame her for it; you both just got busy. So, it was many weeks she had ranted about the girl of her dreams to you; Vickie.

But considering how homophobic the time you lived in seemed to be, she never had the courage to express herself. You related to that, heavily. You could laugh about it now that you were both close friends, but the crush you had on her years back was a terrifying experience.

It only took one misjudged confession to make you a town pariah.

“She was at War Zone.” She nods, avoiding your eyes and your heart drops.

“I’m guessing that this Dan…” You don’t finish the sentence, merely watching as she nods and continues her task. “Wait, Shelter? Didn’t that guy graduate?”

You remember seeing the name in one of the display cases, a blonde haired boy holding up a trophy for some sport you weren’t interested in. You vaguely recalled seeing him in your English class.

“So?” Robin shrugs and Steve raises his eyebrows.

“So he’s in college.” He explains, “Which means he was visiting on spring break. Fast Times was returned, like, I don’t know, a week ago?”

“Oh, she watched Fast Times?” You catch on and Steve nods.

“Yeah, and guess where it kept being paused at?” He questions and you purse your lips.

“Paused at?…” You think for a second before realisation spreads across your face and Steve gestures an arm towards you.

“See?” Steve tries and Robin tilts her head at him, squinting her eyes. “Unless she’s got some horn-dog brother we don’t know about. Which is possible.”

“Or she’s just really into Judge Reinhold?” You offer and Steve snaps his finger at your suggestion.

“Guys!” Robin interrupts. The equipment was now on the grass beside them and she looks down, fiddling with her hands.

“What?” Steve frowns and she whips her head up.

“I don’t care.” She shrugs, looking to you both. “And I don’t understand why you do either with everything that’s going on. Honestly, this feels like a perfect time for that little pull of the rug because… in the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods, looking at his hands, “I mean, I get you there, but… I still have hope.”

“Me too.” You add and Robin raises her brow, ready to object, “Look, Robs. We don’t know the full picture here. Yeah, okay, she has a boyfriend. But… that doesn’t mean there isn’t something else going on. Believe me, I know first hand.”

She ponders this for a moment before shaking her head. “No, no. I doubt-”

“Come on.” You stress as Steve hands you another bottle, shoving in the white cloth. “Free will still exists, even in this suffocating town, which means people don’t have to subject themselves to one lifestyle for the rest of their lives. She could like guys and girls. Yeah, she’s with a guy right now but those feelings will still be there. And she’s probably just scared because people always expect one or the other, not both. They hate anything out of the realm of their 'normal', so imagine how they'd react to a girl that chooses both. And… I don’t think she has anyone to talk to about that. So, if it turns out I’m right, then you’re gonna have to suck it up and keep trying because you just won’t know unless you are there with her.”

Robin smiles at you as you hand her the finished bottle.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know you’re right.” She sighs. As she speaks, you notice Steve looking at you with an unreadable expression.

You feel a little lighter, somehow. After all the monsters and gates, you didn’t realise how much baggage you were holding onto from your own feelings.

“Y/n’s definitely right.” Steve finally says with a small smile, eyes never leaving yours. “You never know until you try.”

Something is shared between you, a look neither of you quite understood. It goes unnoticed by Robin however when she grabs the fuel can again.

“Not everything has a happy ending.” She states and you let out a sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, believe me, I know.” Steve admits, handing you another bottle. He looks off to somewhere in the distance and you don’t need to turn around to see who he’s staring at.

“I don’t think she’s talking about failed romance.” You say softly.

Robin lets out a breathy laugh, “No, I’m not. I just… I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that… it might not work out for us this time.”

As if on cue, the tape in your Walkman stops and you pick it up, squeezing it tightly.

“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve asks, brows furrowed.

“I think we’re mad fools, the lot of us, but… if we don’t stop him, who will?”

“Here, here.” You suddenly say, holding up a bottle and Robin laughs, clinking her own against it before you both set them to the side.

Steve keeps staring out at the field, at all your friends.

“We have to try, right?” Robin says.

After a moment, Steve nods slightly, glancing between you both. “Yeah.”

He grabs another bottle, holding it up with a smirk. “To killing Vecna.”

You and Robin reclaim you bottles and hold them up.

“Slash Henry.” Robin chuckles and you tilt your head.

“Slash One.” You finish and you all tap the glasses, smiling.

When you put the bottle back down, however, your face drops, glancing back down at your Walkman.

This moment right here, all of you on the field, is the last time you’ll ever feel safe. Even if you do succeed, even if Vecna is gone for good, those nightmares and terrifying memories are going to live with you forever.

You’ll constantly be wondering when the next gate will open, always on edge at every creak and breath you may hear at night. This’ll never truly be over, not in your mind anyway.

And, if you fail miserably, that meant that this may be the last time you will see eachother.

“We’re out of bottles.” Robin suddenly notes, standing up. “We got any more?”

“In the back.” Steve gestures to the RV behind him and she nods, saying she’ll be quick.

As she moves around the vehicle, you take the opportunity to free your mind.

“Hey, uh, Steve?” You start and he raises his head to you, testing how much fuel was left in the can.

“Yeah?”

“I, um…” You frown, trying to find the right words. You weren’t really sure what you were going to say, either. All you knew, was that you wanted to talk to him.

“Is everything okay?” He sets the object down beside him, sliding off his seat so he could sit on the grass opposite you, meeting your height with a soft frown.

“I’m really glad I met you.” You finally say and his frown turns to surprise. “Seriously. I… I never thought I’d enjoy Hawkins, let alone make friends. When… when my parents sent me away I was so convinced that I’d hate this place. And then you almost hit me with that basketball.”

You let out a small laugh when Steve grimaces before continuing.

“Even if it got rocky for a while there, you were always the one person truly on my side.” You nod, finally meeting his eyes again, “I never really appreciated that as much as I should have.”

“Where is this all coming from?” Steve asks quietly, reaching out to take your hand in his.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen next.” You admit shakily, taking a breath, “But I’m just really glad that you’re there by my side. That I was there in the gym that day, that I met you when I felt the shittiest I ever felt because… you really made my life better, even for just a moment.”

“You know,” He shuffles forward, eyes drifting to someone behind you before finding your eyes again, “I was thinking about hitting my head a while back.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You laugh in surprise and he shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

“That’s not… okay, let me try again.” He smiles, composing himself. “I lost myself for a while there in high school. And… I guess, I thought that was who I really was, you know? Just some douchebag jock with a girl who deserved way better. And everyone seemed to accept that about me. No one questioned it, or tried to tell me I was an asshole. Everyone… but you.”

“I am always great with compliments.” You joke and he chuckles.

“You were the only thing reminding me of who I really was, who I could be. And I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am about that. You didn’t give up.”

“I wasn’t really ready to admit that I lost you.” You shrug, twisting grass together with your free hand, “Especially not to Tommy and Carol, I mean, that’s just embarrassing on my part.”

“You’re right.” He suddenly nods, sitting back up and you raise an eyebrow. “About what you said earlier. We have no idea what’s going to happen next. And… I guess now’s the perfect time to get things off our chest, right?”

“If you’re expecting more from me, I’m afraid that’s all the emotion I can show today.” You smirk but he takes a deep breath.

“I was an idiot when we were friends.”

“Agreed.” You grin and he throws a cloth at you.

“Shut up, I’m pouring my heart out here.” Steve laughs, running a hand through his hair and leaning forward again. “No, I… I was so caught up with what everyone else thought of me that I never paid attention to what you thought of me.”

Your heart stops, eyes widening. “Uh… what are you-”

“Robin.” He winces and you lean back on your arms, exhaling. Why you continued to tell her secrets, you didn't know.

“Of course.”

“No, it’s not- it’s not a bad thing, I-” He dips his head to make you bring your eyes back to his, smiling. “I really liked you, too.”

“Steve.” You sit back up, “I know there’s a chance it could really happen, but I’d rather die than make you feel like you have to show me pity-”

“No! No, I’m not kidding.” He says and when you stare him down, his expression never changes. He was serious.

“Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow just in case and he nods.

“Seriously.”

You think for a moment, seconds flying by, until you grab the cloth and hit him with it.

“Hey!” Steve protests with a confused laugh.

“Why didn’t you say something?” You exclaim, dropping the cloth, “My god, I remember feeling like such an idiot for ever even liking you. Oh, and the cherry on top, you ended up dating my best friend anyway and I had to hear about how great of a kisser you were, and how cool your hair was, and-”

“Y/n!” He grabs both of your hands, laughing. “Calm down.”

“Sorry.” You laugh with him, tilting your head. “Why are we like this?”

“I wish I knew.” He smiles, shaking his head. He lowers his head for a moment before looking back at you with a knowing smirk. “This is it for us, isn’t it? What we have right now.”

“I…” You let out a breath, gently tightening your grip on his hands. “Complete honesty?”

“Always.” He nods and you sigh.

“I hope not.” You whisper out and he smiles softly.

You hear laughter behind you, eyes drifting to the noise and seeing Eddie play-fighting with Dustin, a big grin on his face as he waved around his shield.

“But you’re not ready to move on.” Steve concludes and you look back at him.

“No, I am. I was? I-” You stop, shaking your head. “God, I don’t even know. I mean, when I left Hawkins I got the opportunity to think about everything, to actually deal with my feelings for once and now…”

“I get that.” Steve’s gaze flickers from yours to the grass. “Jesus, I really get that. One minute, I’m fine. The next…”

“We’re in the Upside Down.” You frown and he raises an eyebrow. You remembered Eddie's earlier query, the small thought lingering in the back of your mind. “What if… no, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you have ever said in your entire life has been stupid.” He laughs and you smile.

“I just wonder that… with everything we’re learning about the Upside Down, what if there’s something more to it?” You lower your voice to a whisper, “It’s literally stuck in ‘83, is it so impossible to think that maybe time is more of an influence down there than we think?”

“How does that link to our doomed relationship status?” Steve questions with the purse of his lips and you shrug.

“I… don’t actually know. What I do know is that I finally healed and then ever since I stepped foot in that place again, all these feelings popped back up and the wound tore open. Metaphorically, of course. And literally.”

“Yeah.” He slowly nods and you tilt your head. “No, seriously. It makes sense.”

“You don’t have to agree with everything I say, you know.” You laugh and he lets go of your hand to run his through his hair before returning it back to its rightful place.

“Yeah, well get used to it.” Steve chuckles before really focusing on you. “Honesty, right? I… I don’t want this to be all there is for us either.”

“Then what now?” You ask, bringing your clasped hands to rest just below your chin and he leans in, forehead against yours. “There’s so much going on right now. I mean, from the curses to the exes, how do I even- I don’t know how much I can deal with right now.”

“We wait.” He finally suggests and you pull back to look at him, “We kill Vecna, we save Hawkins, again, and… we see where it leads us.”

“So… we’re friends. For now.” You add with a smile and he grins at you.

“For now.” He nods. The look he gave you set butterflies in your chest. But not the fluttering mess of it all, but rather a beautiful warmth of wings around your heart.

Then, he glances back at the RV and tightens his lips. “We, uh, we’re not telling Robin about this are we?”

“God no.” You shake your head, blinking. “I love her to pieces but... no. We need to kill Vecna, not blast confetti cannons and hear Robin’s speech on true love.”

“Confetti cannons?” Steve repeats your words.

“I don’t know, seems like a Robin thing to me.” You shrug.

“Agree to disagree.” He retorts and you make a surprised sound.

“Wow, what happened to always agreeing with me?” You joke and soon fall into a comfortable silence, feeling the breeze gently brush your hair.

After a moment, a laugh leaves his lips and you raise your eyebrows.

“What?”

“I’m gonna take you to Skull Rock.” Steve smirks and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Don’t you even dare.”

“Yep, we’re gonna smooch.”

“Oh my god, don’t say that.”

“Smooooch.”

“Stop.”

“What are you guys-” Robin rounds the corner with various bottles, eyes widening when she sees you both leant in to eachother, hands clasped together. And, with a happy gasp, she drops the bottles and you both wince, glad the grass was enough of a cushion to stop them from shattering.

“Finally!” She squeals, doing a little happy dance before she abruptly stops. “Oh, shit. I forgot my glitter.”

“Glitter?” You question while Steve looks baffled.

“What- glitter... what?!”

“I was saving it for when you two finally happened!” She declares with a pout and you and Steve stop, turning to eachother slowly.

You both look down at your hands, gently letting go with a laugh. Your heart raced a little. If you and Steve were meant to be keeping this on the down-low, you were failing pretty bad at it.

“Robs-”

“No, I know it’s here somewhere.” She ignores you, patting down her pockets.

“Seriously, Robin-” Steve tries this time and she grins.

“A-ha!” She celebrates, pulling out a packet of glitter and you groan.

“Okay, that’s cute and all.” You comment as she pours it into her hand, “But what we’re trying to tell you is-”

Your words were cut short when Robin blew glitter at you, the shiny little dots covering you and Steve.

“… we’re not together.” You finish, spitting out silver glitter that had clung to your lips.

“What?” She slumps her shoulders.

“Yeah.” Steve nods, wiping down his face with a cloth. “But, uh, nice try.”

“That sucks.” Robin shrugs before looking at you both and wincing. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

“You think?” You laugh and she crouches beside you, grabbing another cloth to help clean you off.

“Wasted glitter, too.” She huffs and you deadpan her, earning an apologetic smile, “I’ve just been carrying this thing around since Scoops, you know?”

“Why?” Steve stares at her like she’s insane but all she does is shrug again, gently wiping pieces of glitter from your eye.

“Could have been a confetti cannon.” You mutter under your breath, Steve smirking at you.

“I was just so sure you two would be a thing.” Robin admits with a sigh, sitting back onto her heels, “I mean, you both seemed so close when I met you, never not talking about eachother.”

“That’s because neither of us have that many friends.” You share and Steve goes to object before nodding in defeat.

“Yeah, I started thinking that but…” She sits back on her heels, shaking her head. “Then I saw you two in the ambulance after Starcourt- which, by the way, was adorable considering everything- and back at the Creel House, you told me how you and Steve kissed last year, and how you guys love eachother, it just… I don’t know why you guys won’t give it a-”

When she stops speaking, Steve merely sighs, deciding through his words. “We decided not to, okay? And why are you so obsessed with us being together? Weren’t you just saying how our love lives are the least important thing right now?”

When he looks up, however, he realises his question wouldn’t get answered. Because your face had dropped, Robin looking queasy.

He turns his head to see what your staring at and his heart stops. Oh no.

“I was just…”

Eddie tries to speak, an unreadable expression flickering between you and Steve before he ultimately decides on avoiding your eyes and shaking his head, moving around your trio and heading into the RV.

And he had heard it all.

You enter the RV after your soft knocks were ignored, shutting the door behind you with a sigh.

After Robin had apologised until she turned blue, you told her it wasn’t her fault. Excusing yourself from your friends and following Eddie, your heart was beating louder than it should.

This wasn’t a talk you wanted to have. Especially when it involved Steve.

“Eddie?” You call out quietly before noticing him sat at the back, trying on a new vest the others had grabbed from War Zone, trying to ignore you. “Eddie, please. Talk to me.”

“It’s fine.” He says, clearly not fine. You watch as he grabs his bandana from his back pocket and ties it around his head, jaw set tight as he stared out of the window, facing away from you.

“Don’t lie to me.” You plead, walking closer.

Eddie lets out a bitter and shaky laugh, “That’s ironic.”

You stay silent and he turns around, shaking his head.

“I thought…” He sighs, biting his lip, “… we were…”

“We-”

Your word is cut off with a sharp laugh, his hands reaching to rest on top of his head as he paces the small space.

“This whole time I thought I was a fucking idiot for ever believing anything was going on between you two.” He never raised his voice but you still felt all the anger radiating from him, “Turns out I was right all along.”

Your face drops. “No. No, that’s not fair.”

“How isn’t that fair? You kissed him, Y/n! After you told me he would only ever be a friend.” He finally starts to yell, voiced pained with sadness, “You told him you love-”

He can’t finish the sentence.

“Because I do.” You say quietly and he physically stills. You take his silence as an opening to finally say what you've been holding on to for two years.

“I was ready to forgive you. To move on from what I thought that girl was doing in your trailer, but you broke my heart, Eddie. You didn’t trust me and that... that hurt more than anything. Because I’d never do anything to hurt you. Not willingly. And I didn’t think I’d ever feel again after you. But I did. And I’m not gonna apologise for that when you broke up with me.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, looking to the window beside him with a frown.

“It’s not my place.” He sighs, eyes set on the glass pane. “And I regret it. Not telling you what really happened, for not- for not trusting you. For ending things when for past three years I’ve been kicking myself for ever leaving.”

Your silence isn’t built from surprise, but from reflection. If you had just ran after him, told him the truth… would things have been different?

“You wanna know what really hurts?” Eddie questions after a while and you whip your head up, heart thumping against your chest. “That all it took was for us to break up before you realised you were in love with your best friend. That those feelings had to have been there the entire time you were with me.”

“It’s not like that.” You shake your head, frustration finally hitting and you take a step forward.

“You were my best friend, too, Y/n.” He declares and you bite your lip. “I- I don’t feel safe around that many people, but I did with you. And now… was I just some kind of replacement for the guy you couldn’t have?”

Your face drops, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “You were never a replacement. Steve had nothing to do with how I felt about you, okay? We would have always been best friends, at least, Eds, I want to be your friend-”

“Yeah, right.” He mutters and you frown, eyes misting over.

“Yes, Eddie, I love him, but it’s so much more complicated than that right now, we-”

“If you love him so much then why did you kiss me?” He counters and you freeze.

His question struck you hard. Why did you kiss him?

“Can’t make up your mind? Or do you just not care?" He continues, and you can only shake your head.

"Play with the freak’s heart, right?” He challenged, stepping closer until you were finally face to face. His breaths were shallow, eyes misted over and you knew he was panicking. “… maybe they were right about you.”

Your heart stopped for a long second. You’d seen Eddie put up his defences before, usually from bullies in high school. He would always spit out whatever he could to show he didn’t care. But you knew he did, deep down. After all, you’d led with him on his bed, holding him until he felt better about himself.

You just never thought you’d be the one to bring out this side to him.

“Don’t say it.” You whisper, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He didn’t want to. You could tell. But you also knew Eddie Munson would do whatever it took to protect his heart.

“Whore of Hawkins.”

He expected you to slap him. To scream, to fight. And he was sorely mistaken.

Instead, you turned away with a lowered head and started walking, looking back only one time to meet his teary eyes.

“For what it’s worth… you’re one of the only people on this planet I ever felt safe with.”

And then you left, leaving him stood there.

Stepping out of the trailer, you almost fell down the step, heart hammering in your chest. You did nothing wrong. Right?

If that was the case, then why did you feel so guilty?

You try to wipe the tears away desperately, knowing that your heartbreak wasn’t what your friends needed to see right now.

But, with the crunch of a leaf, you turn your head to see Robin and Nancy staring at you, both their faces rising to surprise when they see you stood there. Nancy must have seen what happened earlier.

When they finally take in your appearance, their faces fall, moving closer and you close the distance, allowing them to catch you in a hug when you break down to tears.

Chapter 18: One Last Fight ->

[A/N: ... come on did we really think i wouldn't add some angst to this eddie x reader situation? STEVE STANS RISE]

[i'm also disappearing because this was a word vomit of a chapter, pls bear in mind that i am attempting to fit a lot into these last few chapters, and i'm terrified of the responses i'm gonna get to it okay bye... for now.]

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rinbowaman · 10 months

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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER THREE

Warnings: Fluff, flirting between step brothers and sister, signs or warning signs of domesticated abuse, anger, threats, and unwanted attention/comments, cat calls, (reader gets lots of unwarranted attention from an OC)

We're getting there......we are getting there. ;)

The next day, you woke up feeling refreshed as you took the entire Saturday to clean the apartment, taking full advantage of Wendy and Jeff's absence since they had been out all day and night, enjoying the city.

Stretching in your bed, you get up to brush your teeth and change your clothes. You had set a reminder to do some laundry, so you figured grabbing your favorite coffee drink and setting into the morning would be a nice way to prep you for that task.

grabbing a pair of semi-loose, fashionably torn jeans, along with a subtle low long sleeve crop top, you dressed yourself in a chic manner, something that was comfortable and yet tasteful for whenever you stepped out of the apartment.

Stepping out of your room, you walked towards the front door, that had a shared foyer space connected to the open living room concept of the apartment space. Before you could reach for the knob, Jeff spotted you as he sat on the couch.

"DAAAAAAYUUUUUM. What you trying to do Y/N?"

Rolling your eyes for a moment, you slightly turned and spoke rather sternly.

"Jeff...knock it off. I'm just going to step out for a moment. Let Wendy know."

"Well damn, dont need to bite my head off. Shit."

Your reaction could hardly be considered 'biting' someone's head off as you remained calm and poised, merely just using a more firm tone in your voice as you were reaching a breaking point with Jeff's lack of composure and sense of dignity when addressing you.

Walking over to the cafe, your phone dings. Taking it out, you saw a message from Heejeong.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the text. It was undeniable, you enjoyed having someone looking out for you, much less two. Three if you were to add your mother to that list.

It warmed your heart to see that Heejeong was so concerned and caring for your well being. For the first time in your life, you relished at the thought of having protective older brothers who would have your best interest at heart. It reminded you of a folklore you heard in high school when you took some of your english classes....it was the Tale of Bluebeard, where the maiden who was married off to the terrible man called Bluebeard, and upon finding out the fate of his six previous wives, did she call out to her brothers to come save her from the menacing man she was married to.

"hmm...I wonder if they care enough about me as their step-sister to actually save me?"

You chuckled at the thought. It was nice to have elders that cared for you in such a manner, yet was still close enough in age to relate to any of life's shenanigans.

Entering the cafe, you wait in line to place your order, when another ding hits your phone.

You couldn't refrain from smiling. It was just as you had imagined a moment ago, over protective brothers who are now taking the life of their brotherly love into high levels of sincerity as they inherit you, their only sister.

You softly smirked at the recent message. This was going to take some getting used to, since you now have brothers that take their job as elder siblings seriously....apparently.

"Ma'am I can take your order right here."

Gazing up at the barista who opened up the second register, you quickly tucked your phone away as you walked up to place your order, not at all having the chance to focus on the context of each message you shared with Heejeong or Heeseung.

Once you had your drink, you made your way back to your apartment. Entering, you were a bit surprised when you saw Wendy and Jeff both sitting in the living room, yet the tv was off, they didn't have their phones in their hands, and they were silent. They just remained seated next to one another.

"Hey...." you issued out softly as you peeked over after closing the door behind you. "Whats up? You guys okay?"

Wendy looked at you with a blank stare as she spoke. "Y/n, come sit down. We all have to talk."

"ooookaaaaaay....." you issued out. The entire vibe of the living room was awkward as you walked over and sat next to Wendy. "Whats up?"

"Y/N...Jeff says you're a bit hostile towards him. We all live together, so its important that we all get along."

Your eyes widened and you nearly dropped your freshly purchased coffee. "Come again?....."

"Jeff says you're not very nice to him." Wendy continued. "But I want to hear your side of the story."

As fair as ever, part of the reason why you enjoyed Wendy's company from the moment you met her four years ago, you were still a bit peeved at how she was even considering Jeff's complaints in a valid manner when she had only been dating him for months, but she had known you for years.

"Wendy.....I'm not hostile towards him. I just don't like the way he talks to me."

Wendy raises a brow before she glances over to Jeff. "What does he say?"

Jeff tried to intervene, yet Wendy's raised hand signaled the man to remain quiet.

"Just....there's alot."

"Well tell me of at least one thing he's said that rubbed you off the wrong way." she urges.

"Weeeellll....."

After taking a brief moment and explaining a couple of instances where interactions with Jeff was less than meaningful, Wendy snaps over to his direction and demanded an explanation.

"Babe it's not like that. She's over-exaggerating. I mean, yeah, I would joke around or compliment her when she dresses up, but it's just friendly type shit. Like a brother to a sister."

You rolled your eyes. You couldn't believe the man had the audacity to lie in front of you like that. But what really got you, was when Wendy started to take his side.

"I mean...you do tend to overthink alot of things Y/n. Maybe you just mistook his compliments?"

"No way in Hell i was overthinking or mishearing. Wendy, I'm telling you, he literally would say these things verbatim." you reached a point where you started to tap your fingers against your palm to emphasize your point.

"Listen. I dont want to cause trouble, but what I'm telling you is the truth. I'll do what i can to appease the situation, but only as long as Jeff does his part."

"What fucking part you fucking bitch!?" Jeff's eyes grew angry as he stood up from his seat. Both you and Wendy raise your heads as he fully stands, across from you guys.

"Jeff, sit down! And dont talk to her that way." Wendy scolds.

"Hey you shut the fuck up, I'll deal with you in a minute." he lashes out as he points over to Wendy in an offensive manner. "You!" he exclaims as he points at you.

"You're a little bitch, you know that? You know what I fucking do to girls like you? Ones that dont listen to the man. I'm a fucking man!" He slams his hand on his chest in coordination with each word on the last bit of his sentence.

"Jeff stop!!" Wendy's expression grew scared as she tried to intervene once more.

"I said shut up! I'm talking now!" Jeff shouts out.

You remained silent and sat perfectly still. You couldn't deny, you felt scared. Jeff was not all considered small, despite being rather short for a male, being measure just below average height for the general male populace, that did not deter from the amount of muscle mass his body contained.

Going back and forth, Wendy and Jeff screamed at one another, causing you to develop a headache. Despite her best intentions of trying to calm him down, Wendy's morale went downhill quick upon seeing that her best efforts were merely fueling Jeff to act out even more.

You shifted your sight to the ground, trying to figure out the best way to not only calm Jeff down, but to cease this entire thing before it blew out out of control. Yet, even though you tried your best to think of one, you couldn't come up with anything. For each time you had thought of a decent approach, you watched as how Jeff grew more aggressive in tone and started to become physical as he rammed his fists against the wall, causing you to retract any ideas of saying anything.

"Wh...why are you so-"

Cut off by his tone, Wendy trembles in fear as she begins to grow teary eyed. You hunched yourself over her as she kneels down and prepares to sob. Recognizing that his demeanor only became more aggressive upon hearing Wendy cry out, you stood up and placed yourself directly in front of her, fearing that Jeff would have possible thoughts of striking her....or you....yet you knew you were tougher than Wendy ever had been, you would rather take the hit if it meant protecting her.

"Jeff..listen....lets just try and-" you spoke with a calm tone, trying to see if you could get the man to sit down. It didn't work.

"SHUT UP!" He screams out. You couldn't be sure, but you wondered if he was already tensed from something that had gone on between him and Wendy.

From all the obscene things he was lashing out, mentions of feeling frustrated, and dealing with 'bitches' had you believe that the man was not only aggressive, but didin't deal well with stress and frustrations of relationships.

Lashing out once more, he points directly at you as he hovels out frightening words.

"You know the only way I'll calm down is if you stop being a little bitch and a fucking tease."

You narrowed your eyes in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"You! y/n! You always walking around acting like the worlds biggest slut but you aint about that life, so why the fuck would you do that shit?"

Clearly the man was either deranged or severely mistaken as he misread your entire existence. Sure, you liked to dress nice for when you go to work, and you weren't shy to dip into some fashion sense, who wouldn't? But to say that you were a tease or a slut was a whole different story. You never eluded such behaviors, the man had obviously developed some sort of crush or perhaps sexual frustrations from seeing you, yet, that wasn't your fault.

"It's not your fault...."

Just as Jeff's voice grew louder, a ding on your phone silenced the air as he glares at you.

You reach in your jacket pocket and examined who the text was from....

Confused by the text message, your brows slightly furrowed yet you didn't have the opportunity to look further into it since Jeff had angrily snagged your phone away from you.

"Hey!" you lashed out.

"Shut up! I fucking swear y/n, I fucking swear to God..." he bites his lip as he glares at you. For a moment, you shook with ultimate fear as you felt Jeff was about to put forth words to action....

When suddenly, the front door gently opens....

"Y/N, you didn't lock the door?" Wendy gasps out.

"I....I......" you recalled closing the door, yet upon hearing the latch opening, you realized that upon seeing Jeff and Wendy sitting in the living room, you had shut it but completely forgot the lock it.

Blinking your eyes, you slightly gasped at the sight of the visitor that walked in.....or VISITORS...rather.

Heejeong

Heeseung

CHAPTER 4

Authors Note: well....looks like i really love you guys bc i was motivated to push out chapter 3 lol. i'm still working on regaining all the content i lost for the final chapter of SE7EN, so i'm still retyping everything, i appreciate yall being patient with that one. i just wanna make sure i got all the good parts bc....AFTERMATH is really good. ngl.

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 2 months

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oohhh i know you did an ask on who every teachers favourite child is but who are the kid’s favourite? out of the teen parenting trio, who were tsumiki and megumi’s favourites? or atleast the one they were individually closest to?

This is a legitimately hard one and there is no exact answer to it. Here’s the best approximation.

Tsumiki:

When she was little, it was Shoko. This was not for the best reasons.

I don’t want to delve too deep into this because we’re gonna find out a lot more about how Tsumiki felt about the teen parenting trio as a kid in the fic itself, so I’m leaving a lot of context out. But she liked Shoko as a kid because Shoko was a drug addict, and so was her mom.

It’s not that she liked that Shoko was addicted to drugs. I think Tsumiki violently hates drugs for what it did to her mom and, later, Shoko. But there was a safety in familiarity for Tsumiki. She liked Shoko because she knew how to deal with her and what her problem was. She’d take the monster she knew over the one she didn’t any day of the week, and she just could not understand why Gojo and Nanami were hanging around or why they pretended to care. She was too afraid of anything new to feel comfortable around Nanami or Gojo for a long time. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Shoko was good to her as a kid. Better than her own mom ever was. And Tsumiki really, truly liked her for that. But she also liked her because she thought that if things went sour with Shoko, she would know how it would and how to handle it. She felt most comfortable around Shoko as a result.

When Tsumiki grew up, I don’t think she had an exact favorite. She was comfortable with and trusted all of them equally, which shouldn’t be confused with her trusting all of them entirely.

She loves her family. And she trusted them enough to bring megumi to them at the start of the fic. But we also know that Nanami found something to make him think she thought they would cut her off from her brother. She’s got a bit of a distance from all of them.

I think she’s spent the most time with Gojo. He was around the most as a kid. I think she likes how he always pushes megumi to be out of his shell. I think she trusts him to take care of them. All of them were really a team in raising them, but Gojo was the closest they got to having a dad. She called him “Dad” once by accident and then immediately tried to drown herself. Megumi had to follow her into the ocean to get her to come up for air. Gojo was insufferable for a month trying to get her to do it again and moped for ages when she wouldn’t.

But I also think that she still has a soft spot for Shoko in the present. They have a little bit of a girl's club. And Tsumiki's unspeakably proud of Shoko for getting clean, and a little bit emotional about it. Shoko got clean for them. Her mom didn’t get clean for her.

It means a lot to her.

Megumi:

When Megumi was little, it was Gojo.

He would never, ever admit it, but it was. He was the one that Megumi trusted to save him from the Zenin, and it fucking broke him when he didn’t. He thought Gojo was a pain in the ass, don’t get me wrong. But Gojo appeared first. Gojo took care of them first. Gojo went to their stupid school recitals and walked him home from school and ruffled his hair and gave them a stupid house even when they said he didn’t have to.

Megumi thought Gojo was just some asshole with ulterior motives when he met him, and it took a long time, but Gojo was the first person he ever thought would take care of him unconditionally. He was a pain in the ass. But he never hurt him. And he always took care of him. It was like gravity, and Megumi trusted it would still be there when he asked for help.

And it fucking hurt when Gojo didn’t.

He took a huge amount of distance from everyone, after, but Gojo especially. He’s most comfortable with Nanami. Nanami has judgment he trusts and has a quieter energy that Megumi is most comfortable with.

He believes that Nanami means it when he says that he won’t let anyone hurt him again. He doesn’t believe Nanami can do it. It’s nothing against Nanami. He just knows how badly he can be hurt, and how hard it is to stop people from doing it. It took a Herculean amount of trust for megumi to trust that anyone even meant it when they said it, so Nanami does mean a huge deal to him.

He believes Gojo would protect him. He doesn’t necessarily believe he will.

It took a long, long time for him to trust Gojo again, but he does. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he does. He believes Gojo would absolutely intervene on his behalf if he knew Megumi was being hurt. He just doesn’t have the same confidence of him finding out in time.

I can’t find the post again, but I touched on this a little in a different ask about Megumi’s delirium, when he kept insisting that he thought Gojo was busy—he wasn’t saying that because he thought Gojo wouldn’t come and save him, he was saying that because he was certain Gojo would save him if he found out in time. He just didn’t think Gojo would find out before the Zenin killed him.

If Gojo knew, then he’d come save Megumi. The Zenin could only get away with this because he was too busy to realize Megumi was missing.

Gojo was busy. Gojo was busy. It’s not that he didn’t care; it’s that he didn’t know. He’d save him if he just weren’t so busy.

I think Megumi would really struggle with this question if you asked him this in the present day. Not outwardly—he would say Nanami because that’s the safe, obvious answer, and he’d leave it at that.

But he’d struggle, because I think he knows that Gojo was actually his answer once. And I think he is afraid of looking too closely at whether that’s changed.

#sea glass gardens #in my head theres all these ridiculous family shenanigans we don’t have time for #Tsumiki had some guy flirting with her at the beach #she’s however hella gay and was trying to blow him off #and there comes Gojo. The Humiliation.#he simply writhes with a need to embarrass his children particularly when they’re getting hit on and Tsumiki snapped at him ‘dad you’re #embarrassing me’ before simply blue screening in unadulterated horror #then she just. walked into the ocean. ended it all then and there. she was not coming out again. she was returning to the sea because #evolution was wrong to leave it to begin with. Megumi had to go in after her to get her to not kill herself over this #then Gojo was Insufferable for Ages #he cried to Nanami about it for like a month and then wouldn’t stop trying to get Tsumiki to call him dad again #she was despondent

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 1 year

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I had another idea: Out of all those who were courting Spider Neteyam liked Fwasìm the most… she would go out of her way to spend time with Spider telling him the history and legends of the clan, making sure he took care of himself, and making him smile. So in someway he wasn’t surprised when she came to him asking about Sky people courtship not asking his parents as she had learned of Spiders past treatment saying this with a icy fury in her eyes. “Oh yes” Neteyam thinks she would be a perfect sister-in-law.

Aww omg this is cute she totally would 🥰 for those who are unaware what is going on, read this fluffy ask for more context. OK FIRST OF ALL LET ME SHARE SOME FWASIM LORE FOR CONTEXT✨

Fwasim’s crush (a bit of a character introduction?) ((Spider caught with Neteyam AU))

Fwasim is what we would call a 🌸girly girl🌸, who likes looking pretty, doing her (and her friends’) hair and making jewellery, for she is an apprentice of her uncle who is a gem dealer and hopes to take after him someday.

For that reason she didn’t get along well with most boys, because while she loves exploring all day, her thoughts will inevitably wander to the topic of crystals and most guys around the village were uninterested in talking about "shiny rocks".

That is until she saw ✨🥹Spider🥹✨

Not only is our boy built like a fridge with a baby face, but he is also extremely respectful of Pandora and loves learning new things about it, so when Fwasim began rambling about gems one time as she tried flirting with him and he actually asked her to tell more she was like “hold up, you’re actually find it INTERESTING??😳”

And then another time, when some guy was making fun of her about her hobbies, Spider straight up whacked him with a broom for it?

It became obvious to her that it was meant to be ✨💅

But as they began hanging out, she found out that the blonde’s life was far from perfect. She could already tell something was off earlier by the matted hair, since hair care is a pretty damn important practice with all Na’vi, regardless of clan, but then he told her how Neytiri never accepted him, how Jake always held him at an arms length to not anger her, how the Omatekaya, a forest clan they used to live with, didn’t accept him for his ancestry, and it broke her heart.

She didn’t blame the forest people for feeling pain from what Spider’s father had caused, but it made no sense to her that he’d be excluded from their community for it. He hasn’t done anything bad after all! And more than that, a word around the islands had spread that before escaping, Spider had saved countless Na’vi lives by holding back the demons who were going to kill them to draw Jake Sully out of hiding. He had become somewhat of a hero around the reefs, so it became obvious it her that she couldn’t go to his "parents" for dating advice. They didn’t even adopt him until three weeks ago, so what’s the point?

Instead, she went to his younger brother.

“Uhm, hi Neteyam!” She came into the empty marui, gently pulling her hair out of embarrassment.

Neteyam’s back was turned to her but he smiled, recognising the high-pitched chirping and already guessing what she came here for. Tsireya hinted to Lo’ak about her feelings and Lo’ak told Teyam and Kiri. (not Tuk though, because she is still in her "snitch" sibling phase and would tell the entire village)

“Hey there! What’s up?” He put on a mask of obliviousness and turned to her.

“Ummm..” she fidgeted “So, you know Spider right?”

He chuckled at her nervousness “yeah, what about my brother?”

“Well we um….have been hanging out recently and…he’s kinda, well, okay, he’s really sweet so like…I’d love to take him out on a date…” she finally met young warrior’s eyes.

“Uh huuuuh” Neteyam couldn’t hold the playful grin off his face, it was too adorable.

“So um…what are things sky people do when courting?”

Neteyam’s smile faltered. He expected her to ask him about things Spider liked, or where he was, but did not expect to be asked about human tradition.

“I’m sorry Fwasim, but I know nothing about human courting practices. Maybe ask our father? He lived on ‘Rrta before he became one of the people.” He suggested, but noticed how her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed as she turned silent.

“…I don’t like them. I’m sorry.” She settled for saying, and when Neteyam didn’t jump to their defence, she spoke again. “They…they were cruel to Spider. I know they were.” She looked up at the forest boy, her expression cold “He tried being nice about it but even then, the things he said…were terrible.” Anger crossed her eyes “And he doesn’t even realise it.”

The young man let out a breath of relief at her words. On top of being a positive influence, she took Spider’s side. He liked her.

To her surprise, he nodded in agreement. “They are rightfully angry, but take that anger out on the wrong person. They were cruel to him, you’re right about that…” he trailed off, before standing up. “Alright, you know what? Let’s call Spider’s "uncles". They are sky people and one of them is fluent in Na’vi. They’ll tell you all you need to know!”

Fwasim’s eyes widened as she took Neteyam’s hand. She was gonna meet Spider’s extended family already?

✨It was definetly meant to be!✨

Author’s notes: anyway, here ya go! Btw just in case, Fwasim isn’t an OC I ship Spider with in every scenario, it was just a one-time character to show off how much attention Spider is getting from the teens around the village, but I might write more about her if someone request🤷

#avatar spider #avatar 2 #avatar #spider socorro #avatar headcanons #avatar way of water #miles quaritch #miles spider soccoro #avatar neteyam #neteyam avatar #neteyam sully #neteyam #avatar oc

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bigbelsammy · 10 months

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Let me be open with you for a second

As you all know, my name is Samantha. That name was not given to me by my parents, but rather it is the name I chose for myself.

At the age of 11 I experience my first crush on a male, at the time I thought I was gay but then at the age of 13 I realized I was still able to have crushes in girls. So I realized I was bisexual

The guy I had a crush on was 4 years older than me. And I was extremely fond of him, so much so that I adopted his look, and made it my own. That’s why I love wearing plaid shirts.

I used to disguised this attraction by saying that he was like an older brother to me. That was my excuse but deep down, I had a crush on him just like any 11 year old would have a crush on their babysitter let’s say

But then at 15, my world shattered.

For more context; I was born to immigrants. My parents immigrated to Canada when I was very little, I don’t remember much of our home country. I grew up without grandparents, cousins, uncles, aunts.

Because I never had these connections, and because I changed schools so frequently due to dad’s work, I was never able to make friends.

I was a very lonely kid.

My parents and siblings were my whole world, and I came to realize that without them, I would have no purpose

So back to 15. My parents divorced. My Dad called the cops on my mom for false accusations of domestic abused. My mom tried laying charges back for mental domestic abuse as well. I remember talking to one of the cops, asking if I was okay. I don’t remember my response….

My dad left us after that night. He went onto live outside and we rarely ever saw him.

That same year, me 15, my sister 11, and my brother 7 were faced with a choice that should never ever be imposed on any child; mom or dad

If we chose dad, mom threatened to go back to our home country and we would never see her again. But if we chose mom, we still had the possibility to see dad. The choice was clear

And although we chose mom, she made it next to impossible for us to form any sort of bond with dad

I hated her for this, I hated her immensely. She fell into a severe depression, and was taking meds at the times for which she became addicted to.

Every night, for the next year, I had to sleep close to the kitchen. She would walk there in the middle of the night and grab a knife. I caught her once about to commit suicide.

It was the darkest time of my life.

I fell into my own depression. But my life, my well being was put on hold.

I failed most classes in high school but I didn’t care. I had to find a job because mom wouldn’t.

I found something at a daycare, and gained a decent salary to help buy groceries, because of this, I was unable to build up enough credit to attend university. So I gave up on it.

My relationship with mom deteriorated further, and so did mine with my siblings.

Subconsciously I took on the role of a parent figure for them but they did not see it that way. I was trying to protect them from mom, but they didn’t think I was. And so my relationship with my siblings, specially with my brother, broke

My world was shattered. The only people I knew were fighting and moving apart from each other. I fell into a depression that I never bothered to get checked

I attempted suicide myself many times. But everytime I would do it, I would say to myself “they need me. I can’t go yet”

That kept me going

I joined the army to be able to provide even more, my salary was good. I was able to provide with food and rent. I stayed in for 5 years. And I left due to them not paying me on time in several occasions

During this time I had cut dad completely out of my life. Mom kept showing me court documents trying to brainwash me into thinking my dad was and I quote “the worst human being to ever exist and if I don’t see it, I must be as bad as him”

During the summer of 2021 I decided to stop the army work. I enrolled in a trade school for something I had a passion on, but was not my dream job; a mechanic. And in the month of January 2022, I started classes

At this time I had already made this blog without really thinking much of it. But I also had more time to explore my mind.

I realized there was so much more than what I thought, my sexuality for one.

I started wondering why kids in my school always treated me like a girl, saying I’m “too girly to be a boy”. Why I loved wearing long hair and it made me feel better about myself. Why wearing a towel as a skirt made me feel nice

I talked to a couple of people and then realized, I might be trans.

May 25, 2022. I start a discord server, for which people rapidly started joining.

I was this enigmatic server owner people knew next to nothing about. Some started thinking that I was a woman behind the screen, for the way I talked and treated others in and I quote “a motherly way”

This made me feel better, and made me realized finally; I was a trans woman.

With that in mind, I knew if I told my family, they would not accept it. So I went months practicing makeup, dressing the way I wanted to dress, all in secret.

Moving to December 2022. My sister showed interest in what’s inside my head. I came out to her. I told her everything and she said “I did not know you had all this built up. Why didn’t you say anything?” Because nobody ever asked.

The thoughts of suicide started creeping up again. My friends online will remember this, and thank you again for saving me.

January 2023, I tell mom. And I tell dad. My dad at this point lives in a different province. I never see him anymore

Mom was not accepting of me, but she assured me that she would still love me, but would rather see me in boy clothes.

With all this, my family started distancing themselves because they could not believe that I was trans. Or rather they just didn’t wanna accept it.

I felt lonely

I felt scared

I felt anxious

I wanted to die

I had no more reason to keep living. My family didn’t want me around.

Last night… I could not see the light anymore. I don’t have a family to keep working for, they were my world and now they don’t want me.

I felt lonelier than I’ve ever felt before in my life. Ever.

I cried, and I screamed. My sister said to “submit to God” and brushed me aside

I walked up to my apartment. I grabbed a knife.. I looked at it for 30 minutes, trying to find a reason to stay. I couldn’t find one.

I placed the knife to my heart, but couldn’t do it. I layed on the floor, crying. And that’s when my brother came in, he was looking for something. And he found me. Asked me if I was okay, I said no…

I grabbed the knife once again, and he saw what I was doing, he took it away from me, and sat with me.

He saved my life last night.

When you lose a friend irl, you have at least the luxury of knowing, but someone online… they just wouldn’t show up anymore and you wouldn’t be able to know if they’re still around anymore or not.

Im sorry to all of you for almost doing that.

My life has been one with so much loneliness, I would never ever wish this on anyone. Ever. That is why I focus on helping others socialize, that is why that whenever someone comes to me for advice or because they need someone, I drop whatever the hell im doing, even if I’m crying my eyes out and go to talk to them.

I do so much, and rarely I ever get anything in return. But that is fine by me, because I’ve been able to build a community of people who now not only they follow this example, they send messages to me re-affirming what I believed; that I’ve saved them.

So thank you all for reading up to the end of this post. It was long and I won’t lie. But I had to make it.

You guys have helped me find myself, and have saved me before.

I promise to work on myself everyday so to stay with you all for as long as possible

Sam

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3cremepie3 · 2 years

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The view

Shoko Ieiri x female reader!Smut, angst 18+

For: where the sky touches the sea collab @heartpawz @tobiodose

Synopsis ( ˘ ³˘) Y/n works as a babysitter for the Shoko family. Through tragedy she becomes closer with the 2 of them some in unexpected ways.

Cw- age gap (not mentioned much), suicide, depression, SA, violence, death, praise, degradation, multiple orgasm, loss of virginity, establishing of relationship

“Wait really won’t that be expensive,” you questioned. “I know but it’s the least I can do you’ve been so good to Shako and me.”

“Besides you know money isn’t a problem for my dear.” Now will you come or not?” Of course I come,” you squealed. “Start packing then will go 4 days from now.” Okay,” you exclaimed.

You ran upstairs to the room Shoko allowed you to stay in. “Violet can you help Y/n pack her things please she’ll need a suitcase,” she explained to her maid. “Yes of course madam,” Violet followed.

When packing your things you realized you didn’t have much of anything to wear. Up until last year, you were just a poor college student struggling to pay bills. So you sought a job. An ad in the paper for a babysitter called your name. Ever since then you got to know the Ieiri family. At the time it consisted of Shoko her son and her brother.

You used to babysit once a week but Shoko’s hours at Jujutsu tech picked up. So you would babysit at least 3 times a week from then on.

At first, you didn’t get why Shoko’s brother couldn’t watch the kid. So you brought your attention to him after the child was asleep.

His mood changed like the weather. One minute he was happy playing shoji with Sako up until his bedtime hugging and tucking him in. Afterward, he would teach you how to play chess when you had a sudden interest in it.

While other times he would mop around the house not doing anything. Mostly locking himself in his bedroom. Or he would sit in the same room all day. It was full of floor-to-ceiling windows which took up a whole wall.

It peered into a wilderness he would watch from when the sun woke you in the morning then until it became so dark her could no longer see. One day you sat with him on the couch just to see what the hype was about. “How can you just stare at this all day it’s just the woods,” you inquired.

“It’s not just wooded it’s a living working ecosystem.” Each animal fulfills there duties so it could live in harmony there not like humans. Who are selfish creatures who steal and endanger them? They have a task they fulfill and that makes them and their families feel satisfied.” The feeling of satisfaction after they complete their goal is what keeps me here Watching in awe as they move along.”

“Every day there able to live like this but we take it from them.” Humans are the worst creatures they have no regard for other life forms.” Honestly, you were confused you didn't get what he was rambling about at the time.

“Unlike me, they have a place in this world something that satisfies them.” Somewhere they should be are meant to be.” I know your place Y/n.” And what’s that,” you interrupted.

“Here with my sister and Sako.” Although her nonchalance can get in the way she really does love you.” This is the happiest I’ve seen her in years ever since her husband was alive.”

“So please promise me on thing.” He looked off into the view a squirrel climbed up the tree looking staring the two of you down.

“That you’ll take care of her after I’m gone.”

You should’ve asked him more about what he meant with his rambling. Afterward, you realized it wasn't pointless. When he said he would be gone. What was he leaving to when was he leaving? If only you asked for more context you could have saved him. If you only spoke more instead of being shy and timid.

You told Shoko about your conversation expecting her to immediately kick you out. But no words came only one tears welling at her eyes.

“He been warning us for years,” she spoke. “I tried everything I brought this house for him.” I knew he loved nature it was right in the woods.” Perfect I thought maybe that would have helped him.” Maybe it could make him feel less lonely like he had somewhere he belonged too.

“I only helped to isolate him more.” To the point where he hung his damn self!” Shoko’s voice screamed almost bursting your ear drums while saying the last sentence. Barely ever had you seen her show emotion? Normally this would have been one of the times when a babysitter said it’ll be okay and then slipped out of the room not wanting to be bothered.

But you remembered what her brother told you. To her you where more then a baby sitter. So you stayed walking over and wrapping her in a hug. She unclenched her balled-up fist and hugged you back after a couple minutes.

It’s been 6 months since then. Shoko still refuses to let any maids touch his room except for dusting. His bed remains unmade even.

The room where he looked at the view for hours upon hours has been made into a memorial for him. Pictures from his childhood to adulthood displayed.

It was beautiful truly showing the sort of person he truly was in his life the one you only got to see sometimes.

You were there for Shoko during her darkest hours one’s where she sobbed for hours asking why it wasn’t her that was taken from the earth instead. In between school, you stopped by sometimes even skipping classes.

Your grades took a slip but you knew you could bring them back up eventually. So you continued to go over whenever she called. You were always there to console her never judging her when she got angry and kicked you out of her space. She just needed to be alone someone to be there for her in these times.

And you were that person. Your kind heart caused you to be everything to her. So of course, after you helped her so much she wanted to help you.

After she found out you got kicked out of your dorm because you could no longer afford tuition. And you were staying at a friend you just met house she called you. She only wanted to know if you were safe and after getting no response for a day she was worried.

So she had one of her servants track your location. Soon enough she was chauffeured to the raunchy apartment complex. She walked up the broken concrete stairs. The only reason she knew what apartment you were in was that she bribed the security guard.

She walked down the hallway your apartment was at and heard yelling coming from your door. She ran trying to get to you as fast as possible. “I promise you I’ll have your money please just get off of me,” you sobbed.

“You said that the other day now just sit still and take it.” She heard some random man bellow. After crashing along with more of your screams broke through. She kicked opened to the door to find your clothes half ripped off and some man on top of you.

“Hey bitch what are you doing in my house get the fuck out!” No you get the hell off of her before I call the damn police.” She looked around the apartment Reminence of drugs and alcohol reeked the air. “Fine,” he seethed. “Get out of my house you whore.” He grabbed you up from the floor and then pushed you into Shoko.

“Hey Y/n if you ever wanna come back just hit me up I’ll still be down to hit that,” he winked. “Just dont bring this dominatrix type lady.” I'm only into submissive gals like you.” Shoko wanted so badly to slam his face into a window. And that she did glass shattering from the force shards getting in his face.

“Let’s go Y/n.” She picked your limp body up carrying you on her back out the ghetto complex. “Miss Leiri is everything all right?” Violet gasped upon seeing your bruised face and body.

“Oh dear let’s get her to the hospital immediately.” No Violet just drive down to Jujutsu high I’ll take care of her there.” Yes ma’am.” You buried your face into Shoko the whole ride not wanting to speak.

You arrived at Shoko’s building in Jujutsu high normally you would gush about how beautiful the school was but you weren’t in the mood. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. You were tired after fighting all day and night. Once you got on the bed she provided you fell asleep not even looking around her clinic.

You awoke to Shoko and someone squabbling. “Whoever you’ve been telling me about is awake.” Shoko turned to you resting her hand on your forehead. “Good no fever,” she sighed.

“Looks like you’ll just need plenty of rest.” Still playing good doctor even with your loved ones huh.” You don’t ever get tired of it ,” Gojo asked. You recognized his voice from FaceTime calls he would routinely make to bother Shoko.

“Your just mad I don’t play it with you.” You're all taken care of go do what I asked Satoru.” She shooed him away to be the door. “Hey she told me she saw you in her dreams.” And not in the pure way- he manged to announce before Shoko locked him out.

“Finally he’s gone,” she chuckled. She walked over to you sitting on the bed. “You are all patched up do you maybe wanna talk about it now?”

“What do you wanna know Shoko?” Well, who was that man? And more importantly, why didn’t you tell me you were in trouble I would have dropped everything and came and got you.”

You looked up at the aggravating light that was shining above you. “I’ll turn that off sorry it’s very bright.” I know you always say I’m not a bother to you.” But you are going through so much right now with your brother I didn’t want to bother you.”

“And as stupid as it sounds I wanted to be independent like you.” Not having to worry about a man or someone as kind of you to help me.” But look where that got me.” You shouldn’t have to do so much for just a babysitter,” you reminded her.

Shoko scoffed before turning your face towards hers. “Your more then just my baby sitter Y/n your my best friend.” And hopefully even more than that if you’ll allow it.” What do you mean?” I mean L/n I’m in love with you. Stop thinking your just a babysitter to me.” Because you're so much more to me.”

“And if you’ll allow it I would love to take you out to dinner.” You thought for a second this whole time Shoko shared the same feelings you had for her. It wasn't just the professional bond you thought you had. Of course, you said yes hugging her while doing so.

You broke apart from the hug just smiling at each other. “I feel so young again asking this but can I please kiss you?” A redness brushed Shoko’s pale face. “You still want to kiss me even with my face wrapped like a mummy?”

“You look stunning either way so come here!” Her lips fell into yours igniting butterflies in your core. So soft so sweet way better than you could’ve ever dreamed of. And her taste was even better the staleness from her cigarette and her gum faring quite well together.

Shoko couldn’t get enough hungry to explore more of your body. She gained access to your mouth her tongue in harmony with yours. She broke apart a string of drool falling from your mouths.

She looked down at your flustered face and couldn’t help but want more. Aiming for your neck attacking it with love bites. She got on the bed her knees on either side of her legs as she crouched down.

Her hand fell on your chest causing you to wince in pain since you were previously punched there. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Y/n.” She jumped off of you. “Let’s get you home now I think that'll be best.”

“I don’t have a home anymore.” Of course, you do my silly girl it’s with me and Shako now come on.” She reached for your hand you reached for hers. Shoko packed up her things and then turned off the lights picking you up on her back once again. Finally, you where somewhere that you could call home.

That night wasn’t the first time you slept over in her household but it was the first night you spent in her bed. Even though she had a Californian king you guys cuddled together. She held you tight humming soothing words.

You noted how loving her tone was. When you first started working for her you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Her brother was right all along she did love you.

You woke up the next morning Shoko left an note saying she had gone to work. You limped downstairs not thinking anyone was up since it was the crack of dawn. But the servants where already up cooking what looked to you as a feast.

“Hi Violet, hi Debbie what’s all this food for,” you interrupted.” It’s for a celebration of welcoming you to the family.” Miss Shoko asked us to prepare it for a party she’s holding tonight,” Violet explained.

“All of this for me?!” Thank you so much!” You ran up and hugged the two older ladies. “Anything for you Miss L/n.” They bowed in thanks. “You helped our boss get through her toughest times and we are so very thankful from the bottom of our hearts.

Shako came running down the stairs. “Y/n you and Ma finally got together now huh?” I thought I would be 17 by the time that happened.” Shako was only just turning 12. “Wait you where rooting for us the whole time?”

“We all where.” He pointed to the staff as well. “We’ll thank you all you got your wish and I got mine and you uncles.” Uncles,” Shako requested.

“Yes, his wish was for me to stay with Shoko and you. He knew she was in love with me.” That sounds like something he would say.” I wish he was here to see this right now,” Sako frowned.” Me to Shako but let’s just be happy he got his last wish.” You embraced him. “Mmhmm.”

Hours later you learned the news of Shoko wanting to bring you to HeartLand through a phone call. So you went and tried to pack. “We managed to get your things from your past living situation.” Huh how’d you do that,” you cringed.

“Let's just say a certain sorcerer sent a message.” But you didn’t have much will you need some more clothes for the trip?”

“Probably all I have here is hoodies and a pair of jeans.” Clothes not fit for the beach trip Shoko was taking you on. I’ll fetch Shoko maybe she’ll want to come along with us.” Violet took her leave minutes later she told you to get ready.

After you got dressed you headed downstairs. Shoko and you went out on your own that day to a shopping outlet. “Y/n you can go to any store you’d like you sure you wanna go here?” Im at (favorite store) or course I want to go.” You rushed in holding open the door for Shoko.

You picked up a bunch of things but you weren’t sure if could fit all of them so you headed to the dressing rooms. “This pink or this blue bathing suit?” Hmmm.” She thought for a minute. “How about both?” You rolled your eyes she didn't have to do so much for you.

“Just let me spoil you just once with a shopping spree.” Fine,” you gave in. “I’ll allow this just once.” Okay now try them on at least.” Shoko didn’t care about what you tried on she just wanted to read your expressions. What sort of clothing sparked joy? And maybe even what your favorite brand was.

Even though you knew her for a year she still didn’t know much about you. That was the point of this trip. She needed to get to know you and your body. Which is why she insisted on you buying the skimpiest swimsuit. It would only be you two on that section of the beach anyways so she'll have the view all to herself.

The day of the trip came. You hugged Shako goodbye he was upset that he couldn't tag along. But heartland was only for adults and Shoko needed a break. You also waived the staff goodbye and then you took a luxury car service to the airport. “Wow I can’t believe it,” you gazed. “Can’t believe what?”

“That I’m sitting in one of my dream cars.” A Cadillac Escalade this shit makes you feel all important and powerful like I’m the president.” You felt the expensive leather.

“Your so cute L/n,” Shoko chuckled. you’ll get to experience much more today for now just sit and enjoy the ride.” You did just that taking the refreshments they offered. You watched a parody movie Scary Movie 1. The Wayne brothers truly made a masterpiece. You and Shoko watched Scary Movie 5.

Finally, you arrived at the airport. You were so exhausted you fell asleep the whole plane ride not even waking up for breakfast.

You got off the plane energized and excited for the day to come. You and Shoko would be staying at Heartland beach resorts a new extension. You come from a city with no beaches only dirty lakes so you were excited to get in salt water.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” I tried my best too but I was up just thinking about everything,” she spoke.

“Everything,” you asked. “Yup just everything you’ll get what I’m saying soon enough.” Now come on,” she ushered you Back into another Cadillac. Only this time you didn’t watch tv you stayed up thinking about what she could have possibly meant.

Earlier you saw her smoking cigarettes which were something she only did when she was stressed. This was a vacation she shouldn’t have to worry so much. “You okay y/n?” Yeah, I’m fine.” You stole a couple of glances from Shoko it seemed she was doing the same as you locked eyes a couple of times quickly looking away.

Finally, you arrived at Heartland. You took a trolley ride to your section of the property. The smell of the salty water hit your nose from the parking lot. The Breeze from the water slightly chilled your skin.

“Wow look at that!” You pointed to flowers arrayed to look like it said welcome. “How pretty,” she agreed. You rode past multiple restaurants and shops. But your favorite thing to look at was the long boardwalk painted colorfully. You were dropped off at your vacation home right on the beach.

You hummed feeling the morning sun gleam on your skin. “Hmm maybe I’ll catch a tan I’ve been getting pale staying inside and studying all day,” you thought.

“Be careful make sure to wear sunscreen,” Shoko advised. She didn't want to spend all night treating your sun burn. “I’ll be alright.” Now you where collecting seashells in a bucket. You walked alon the shore your flip flops scattered far away. The wet sand caved in from your weight adding footprints.

“Wow, that one’s pretty.” You picked up a long glimmering seashell. “What do you think do you like it Shoko?”It is pretty Y/n.” You didn’t even look at the shell,” you pouted.” She was staring into the sunset the whole time.

“You must be getting bored maybe getting wet will be a lot more fun!” Wait what?” She broke out of her trance. “You know like getting in the ocean.” Shoko realized what you were talking about she did want to get wet but in well another way.

You sprinted into the water your feet already freezing because of the temperature. After a minute you submerged yourself fully. You came back sweeping your braids back out of your face. Now your whole body was used to the temperature.

“Shoko,” you called? You looked on the beach not finding her anywhere. Seconds later you head someone also come out the water. Shoko swam up behind you hugging you from behind.

“Your the only warm thing in here it’s freezing everywhere else Y/n.” Hey, you wanted a more private section,” you reminded her. “We could have gotten a public warm one.”

“Let's dip down together on 3.” You counted to three then you both dipped down locking eyes underwater. You came back up spitting out the nasty taste. “Eww it tastes so gross,” you gagged. “I see you're only used to pool water.”

“Yeah, really I never went to a beach in years.” Well, one thing about the beach is the calmness let me show you something.” I'm gonna teach you how to float.” Now normally in a public pool we would be interrupted.” But not here.”

“Lay on your back and spread your arms out wide,” she instructed. “Good now lay your head in I'm gonna get off your back okay?” Don't panic and you'll float!” As much as you would like to hear her calming voice all day you couldn't. Since your ears were dipped in water flowing into them.

You heard her muffled speaking probably encouragements. Your body connected with the water swissing along with the flow of the waves. You managed to float for a couple minutes before you felt something brush past your leg. This started you causing you to lose your balance. Shoko was right next to you so she grabbed you.

“Pretty good for your first time. “I hate to bother you since you where having fun. But can we please go inside,” she asked? “We can always come back so your not bothering me.” Of course we can go back in.” You grabbed a towel wrapped it around you then plopped on your flip-flops.

Before you got in the house you hosed each other off removing the sand mostly on your feet. The breeze of the ac hit you like truck Kun.

“It’s even worse in here,” you shivered. “I’ll go draw a bath it’ll warm us up.” Okay.” You gathered your toiletries and made your way to the bathroom.

You froze in place. This was your first time seeing Shoko naked in her full glory. She had a taller slim figure while you where shorter chubbier. You felt inferior compared to her well-sculpted form. She did frequent the gym when she had free time. It truly paid off you couldn't stop looking.

“Are you gonna stare at me or are you gonna get naked too.” It’s awkward if I’m the only one you know?” Oh Um okay.” You began to undress feeling flustered that her eyes where watching you strip.

But you got in the tub anyways a relived sigh rolled out of your lips. Finally you where warm again at least the cold water fully woke you up. You leaned back on Shoko sitting in between her legs.

It was quiet for a bit you just played with the bubbles. Shoko put her hands on your waist and then buried her head into your shoulder feeling bored. “Are you still hurting anywhere from the other day Y/n?” She was referring to your attack.

You thought for a moment your neck was still sore the marks had just gone away that morning. “On my neck a bit why?” I was gonna give you a massage.” I researched on being a masseuse for a bit.” But I ended up going back to Jujutsu.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about that,” you confessed. “Well, you can talk after your massage now come close.” Your tension quickly went away as her hands dug into your neck. Her fingers took away all the pain. You sink further into her and the whirlpool tub.

“Feels good huh?” Yup,” you moaned. Although you thought about how her hands would feel chocking you. Cutting off a bit of your airstream to show you who was in charge. You snapped out of your lewd thoughts realizing she was just giving you a pure massage. Nothing dirty about it.

So far you and Shoko have only kissed a couple of times you haven’t even fully made out yet. So you thought thinking nasty thoughts was wrong. She was an older woman what if her sex drive had faded?

Your thoughts soon came to a halt as her lips grazed your neck. They pressed down sending a couple of kisses up it. “You sure there’s nowhere else you want attention,” she offered.

“I was young once I know how horny I could get.” And you are such a beautiful girl I'm sure you do things all the time.” She whispered these thoughts in your ear. You turned around as always she had that nonchalant act to her. Still looking as if she hadn't said anything.

“We’ll actually,” you chuckled. “This is embarrassing but I never really had sex before.” I wanted to save my virginity for someone meaningful who truly loved me.”

“That’s why I fought my ex-friend so badly.” I see well that’s something I also have to ask you L/n.” Do you see me as someone important that you truly love?”

“Someone that you’ll allow to take your purity?“ You grew goosebumps at her words never had she asked you such serious questions. But you where willing to answer.

“So that’s what’s been bugging you this whole trip!” I was wondering if you where just feeling under the weather and you just didn’t want to cancel,” you sighed.

“I must’ve failed if it wasn’t obvious already,”you frowned. “Sadly I don’t have the funds to spoil you.” And I hate a all of those sappy tropes at times.” But for you Shoko I’ll partake in any of those. That’s how much I love you.”

“And I trust you enough to take my virginity of course.” Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest for the first time in years. She gulped, “Well let’s wash up then get out of this tub.” I’m tired of holding back on you I still have a sex drive you know?” It seems like your are always teasing me!”

“Someone’s getting impatient.” Don’t tease me L/n I’ll get you back 10 times harder,” she warned. You chuckled while she helped you bathe. “Can I get a kiss as a thank you for the massage?”

“Of course you can.” You turned your neck then you tilted her head so your lips could meet. Her slightly chapped ones felt good against the ones you were gnawing on a all day. Her experienced tongue explored your mouth fully for the first time.

You broke out of the kiss needing air. She pulled you back in. Your teeth were classed and drool spilled out the corners of your mouth. She brought her fingers up to wipe your face where it dripped down licking it off her fingers after.

“Let’s get to bed,” she broke the kiss. “Mhmm.” You followed her kissing while walking until you hit the bed. She pushed you down on the foam mattress while she laid over you.

“Look so pretty underneath me.” She smiled as she dragged you by your legs. Her face was now close to your pussy. “I Barely touched you and you’re this wet.” You want me that bad huh?”

You nodded your head breathing heavy and throbbing. “We’ll you’ll have to wait a bit.” It’s just I want to take my time with you is all.” You whined still scared for what was to come but too horny to think about that at the moment.

“Just sit still.” She held your legs back more so she could have better access to your heavenly thighs. Ones that she always wanted to mark with lovebites like the way she was doing now. Nipping at every bit of skin she could see.

Everything about you was just so soft so sweet. She realized she needed to have you now. Within that second of you trembling she became a hungry beast. Licking down the rest of your thigh into your pussy.

She wasted no time backtracking her move. You groaned feeling the satisfaction only for a second once again. You heard her giggle a bit at your frustration. “So fine when your angry I wonder just how good you look when you cry.” She drank in your expressions.

“I’ll just have to find out.” She placed one kiss on your clit love proofing the area before she dove in. Swirling her freakishly long tongue around it. “Taste even better than I expected,” she hummed between sucking.

Your love juices began to pour gathering on her tounge then dripping down her chin. But she wouldn’t have it either way. It would just be a waste and she doesn't believe in waste. She slurped up the remaining juices licking around your fluttering hole.

She delved her finger in. Pushing it as deep as it could go. “Holy shit,” you cried out. She chuckled sending vibrations up your body. She removed her fingers. Her woozy eyes stared at your lovestruck ones as she licked the cum off her fingers.

The look in her eyes like she was about to devourer you sent goosebumps up your spine and tingling to your vag. “Fuck that was so hot.” You bit your lip before moving to kiss her. You savored the taste of yourself on her tongue.

She took this time to slip in her long slender finger. Your hole accepted it greedily sucking it in and quivering when she curled it. She added a second one getting past a slight stretch.

She curled the both of them then began her pace. Moving her hand slow but deep into you. She tried to find your g spot. After a couple more strokes she found it. She picked up her pace abusing your new form of pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back completely shocked at what you where feeling. Your already sensitive body was spasming. But she held a firm grip on your thighs keeping you down on the bed.

She watched with her carefree expression softening at the sound of your moans. All that noise for her she loved it. Seeing her favorite person squirt on her fingers. So of course she didn’t stop after your first orgasm came crashing down. Your back arched naturally and you buried your head in the pillows. You didn’t want her to hear the sound you where about to make.

But even your muffled moans turned her on as she kept at her pace. Quickly you became overstimulated. Your virgin body was sensitive quick to come that’s why she continued you had to be ready for her strap.

She did bring the thickest she had in her collection because she knew you could take it like a good girl. “Now be a good girl and come one more time for me please?” Come on I know you can do it.”

She stirred your insides faster attacking your g spot with intense force. Tears blurred your vision and your mouth hung open. You where blabbering nonsense at this point.

But it sounded like music to her ears. Your wet squelching filled the room. And quickly your other orgasm came.

“Okay now your ready.” You feeling alright baby you look out of it?” She felt your head for a fever. “I’m fine.” You got up out of your sorry state.

“You sure you want to continue?” Yes I’m sure I’m ready Shoko don’t worry,” you assured her. “Okay then.” She left from the bed going in the other room. She came back in the room her weight returning to the bed.

You felt to scared to tired to look at the strap. But judging from the weight on your pussy it was large and heavy. She did a good job preparing you should be ready you hoped.

So she wasted no time rubbing it on your clit a couple of times and then prodded in your entirety. You fisted the sheets your whole body tensing. “I know it hurts baby,” she consoled. One of her hands interlocked with your while the other went down to rub your clit.

Your pussy was stretching from its girth. She thrusted it in slowly as you began to untighten. She drunk in your expressions you look conflicted in pain and pleasure. The pain passed as she shoved the whole thing in giving you a minute to adjust. Whole time she continued to rub your clit. “You can move now,” you confirmed.

She pulled out fully before going back in setting a slow pace. Now both of your hands were interlocked as she thrust. Your legs went to wrap around her pulling her into a tighter embrace.

She watched as your face once again fell only in pleasure. With that reaction, she speed up a bit. Now skin slapping could be heard with her each thrust. And the sounds of the bed creaking.

Your moans began to fill the room and your nails dug in her fingers. Now her wide strap was stretching your little pussy so well your eyes where rolling back. With each sway of her hips she went deeper.

Now she was hitting your g spot evey time. She went down to kiss you muffling the loud moan you struck out. Your tounges danced and tangled. Her pace became even faster.

Her strap stirred your insides since it was so deep in untouched areas. “Feel so full,” you lulled out. “You’re taking it so well my good girl.”

She pressed her forehead against yours. Getting a better veiw of your facial expressions contorting in this way. She enjoyed seeing them switch from whimpering to shocked ones. She couldn’t get enough of you your perfect reactions and moans felt like your perfect love song. Even your little hic-ups.

Maybe that is why it felt like she was in a trance when she began a feral pace. Only caring about seeing you cum for her once again. Your poor virgin body felt the overstimulation heavily.

Your legs shook as you where close to cumming. Her hands went to hold them even further near your ears folding you in a mating press. If she where a male she have wanted to breed you. She had to take note to buy a dildo that cums next time just to satisfy her urges.

But for now she was fine with seeing you come undone once again. Your squirt spraying on her abs and dripping down onto the sheets. You passed out to tired to do anything else.

Afterwards you woke up to Shoko whiping you clean with a cloth. “You can go back to sleep I’ll be in bed soon.” With her permission you rested your eyes before she came back in bed.

“Shoko,” you asked. “Yes Y/n?” I’m sorry you didn’t get to cum at all tonight.” Oh trust me it’s fine I got off to your reactions.” But I do expect some head tomorrow.” Just as a thank you,” she jested.

“I’ll do whatever you want after that,” you smiled. “What I want for you is to go to bed and stop all this pillow talk.” Fine,” you pouted. You feel asleep snuggled in her arms and hearing the crashing of the deep blue ocean waves.

#wlw smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #shoko smut #heartland #jujutsu sorcerer #anime fanfic #anime smut #shoko x reader #shoko ieiri #wlw nsft #wlw #lesbian smut #smut

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raspberrysunshinebby · 1 year

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Two Choices

(I’m gonna change the name I promise. Please send suggestions.)

Chapter 5

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally died they could be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: Slight smut, angst, azriel is literally toxic/manipulative and i was going to say kind of abusive but he literally is lol.

For context on the characters in this chapter read the Character Information on the masterlist.

Word Count:822

Cardan’s POV

The letters I’ve gotten from my older brother did nothing but piss me off. Silas sent me letters to explain what had happened between my sister and Eris, that idiot had allowed her to go and be with a mate she didn’t want.

Then the letter she’d sent to Eris didn’t feel right. Silas took the letter from Eris and sent it to me.

In the letter she’d explained how she found solstice in Azriel and decided to stay in the Night Court. Then she wrote to not have anyone from the Autumn Court contact her.

It was her handwriting, it was how she wrote but it wasn't her. I’d known her better than any of our brothers, she wouldn’t leave the Autumn Court like that as she loved it here. She’d mentioned when she had a Night Court suitor at twenty-nine that she thought the colors were boring and made her look dead.

I knew the second I read it that it wasn’t her, but Eris was too busy sulking when I had Silas tell him. The idiot of a man really believes she’d leave him like that. After I received the letter I sent my sister one of my own, which I never got a response from. Eris told Silas to leave her alone like she’d asked in the letter but none of it felt right. I refused to believe my sister would do that.

Now I sat in the war room with my soon to be father in law discussing this issue with him.

“So you truly believe something else has been going on?” General Everest asked me, I nodded to him.

“You have to understand that I know my sister well, I fully believe that they are possibly forcing her to stay there. Nothing about that letter seems right.”

“I hope they’re not,” General Everest started, “If the Night Court is truly keeping her there a war could break out. For their sake I hope your belief is wrong.”

“I do too.” I responded before hearing the footsteps of my fiance Valerie.

“Did they kidnap her or something?” Valerie said as she walked in.

“They didn’t kidnap her but I believe they aren’t letting her leave.” I told her, moving over on the couch I sat down on to give Valerie a seat.

“Do you really think she’d let them do that? She got mad at Eris once for not letting her join in on your guy’s training.” Valerie said.

“Mates can make you weak my daughter,” General Everest said, “whether you want it to or not.”

“He's not wrong,” I agreed with my soon to be father in law, “your mate can change you for good or bad.”

Valerie took a deep breath and crossed her arms, “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’ll be heading to the Night Court in three days' time, I’m hoping the High Lord accepts the meeting but I’m going even if he says no,” I started, “My sister is still both mine and my brother's ward. We have every right to go and retrieve her.”

“That's if she didn’t accept the bond.” General Everest said, sipping his wine.

Valerie snickered, “Your sister never did like the brute type.”

As I entered the walls of the Forest House one of the servants immediately knew to take me to Eris, probably already hearing of the issue at hand.

When I walked in I saw Eris asleep at his desk with wine by him, it was mid-day. I walked up to the man to shake him awake. Eris’ eyes snapped opened as he woke up, clearly in a daze. He looked up to see my face.

“Long time no see, Cardan.” He said tiredly. You could tell he wasn’t hung over, just tired.

I got straight to the point, “I don't think (Y/N) wrote that letter.” Eris ran his hand through his hair, “Why do you think that?” He sounded a little annoyed, I was sure he wanted to forget my sister.

“She wouldn’t leave like this, if she left at all. Even without you she loves the Autumn Court and she loves her brothers, why would she ask us to not contact her.” I said, “I think they’re forcing her to stay there.”

Eris’ stared at his desk, “And what if they’re not. Then your just going against her wishes.”

“As long as she hasn’t accepted the bond it doesn’t matter,” I started, “Under the law your great grandfather made she is a ward of me and my brother. Due to her being my ward I have every right to see her considering she is still a citizen of the Autumn Court.”

He didn’t look up, “Do whatever the fuck you want. I dont care.”

Giving him a nod, I walked out of the room ready to wait the three days to see my sister, whether Rhysand allowed it or not.

#eris vanserra #Eris #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #azriel #azriel x reader #acotar x reader #acotar

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ssahotstuff · 1 year

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I hope you're having a great day/evening/night! Here's a bit of a head cannon, (with pictures!) for when Hotch has his black GF and meets her family (and stuff). This is a lot lmao, thanks for taking the time to read this 😅I'm sending this to all the black Hotch gworls to get y'all's opinions, I'm curious lol

So, these kids? Your niece and nephew, twins, you call them double trouble because your sibling is always sending them for the tea. Aaron fell (easily) into the trap and now they're asking him a million questions. He takes them all in stride of course, because no one is coming to save him.

Now this is your nephew from your older sibling, y'all all met up at the pumpkin patch and Hotch is trying to listen to the audio tour of the farm, but like the twins, he has taken to Hotch and won't leave him alone, but Hotch is happy to oblige him.

Of course we know who this is, but Aaron didn't know that she was your Auntie. (She's your youngest Aunt that kind of slipped in there later, so she's more of an older cousin). Of course he'd heard about her work, but you never mentioned her in that context, until she started working for the BAU. For her, it was like meeting Aaron all over again, she can be kind of forgetful, but he made sure she knew that he was "that white boy" from the cookout. She realizes almost immediately because she roasted him for reneging in spades, but she never put "SSA Aaron Hotchner" as the guy head over heels in love with her niece. It was like two different people.

The influence of being with you is bleeding into his wardrobe and poses, need I say more? (😂)

He asked Quavo for the picture, what more can I say? (I feel like he knows Fight Night word for word, bar for bar.)

Thoughts, changes, add ons?

JESUS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THESE PICTURES OF HIM MADE MY DAY

I have a HUGE family (23 brothers and sisters and probably 60 cousins, along with so many nieces and nephews that it isn’t funny) so imagining bringing him to meet all of them at a family reunion would be WILD. The kids have so many questions; why is he wearing a suit for starters? They take turns wearing his sunglasses and they even ask to wear his badge, proudly showing it off as they run around the yard and play 🥹

Aaron is so good at spades and your uncles immediately make him a part of their circle. He sits at the table with them while they keep an eye on the kids playing, drinking bitter scotch and playing spades while you work in the kitchen with your grams and your aunts and older cousins; he’s already a part of the family traditions and they accept him so easily it makes you so happy that they all get along

You and your Aunt Tara basically share a brain. You were her shadow growing up, wanting to be just like her even though you took your own path. You have no clue she and Aaron know each other but she makes sure he knows you’re her favorite niece and he better not hurt you! She’s so protective but she knows Aaron will always take care of you and keep you safe 🥰

The pumpkin patch 😩💕 the boy in the photo reminds me of my nephew Davien, they both have the same smile it made me miss him so much 😭 by the end of the day, he’s riding on Aaron’s shoulders, calling him Uncle Aaron 🥹🥹 he spoils him ALL DAY LONG, buying him souvenirs and snacks any time he bats his eyelashes, which turns Aaron into MUSH! You start making visits a regular occurrence because he’s always asking about Aaron and when he can see him again 💕

It’s no secret that Aaron has good taste but you start buying him clothes just because and soon he adopts your style; you have matching timberland boots and so many matching pairs of sneakers that it isn’t funny(however the first time you surprise him with a pair of Nikes, he almost loses his mind and the price, so he starts ordering you matching pairs so you’re not paying for them) even the people at work are noticing his new change of style, complimenting his colorful polos and the shoes that match. Derek would be like 🤔 the first time he saw him in a pair of exclusive sneakers, maybe some that are retro and cool as hell and super expensive because he didn’t realize Aaron was the type to dress in anything other than a suit and leather shoes.

The picture of him and Quavo made me smile so big. He LOVES Migos, but especially Fight Night. You both sing them so loud in the car, making up your own ad libs, and to no one’s surprise, he has incredible rhythm(because dancing) and you love that you can vibe together on long drives! His playlist is so similar to yours now that you can barely tell them apart.

Also! Back to family gatherings! My family has me cook the majority of the food for every function because I can throw DOWN in the kitchen, but so can Aaron, and when your Grams finds out he made the collared greens this year, she’s hesitant at first but after one bite she’s like “honey you gotta keep him around, he put hot sauce in the greens” and you’re like 🤭 because you taught him the trick but you don’t say anything because it gets him so many more points with your family that you let him take credit 🥰

Also Aaron excusing himself from the card table to help y’all clean up in the kitchen 😘 your auntie talks about what a gentleman he is, how glad she is to see a man helping as he loads the dishwasher, but he’s only doing it because he’s barely seen you all day and he wants to be close to you 😩

I absolutely loved this. Aaron getting to know the family literally gives me butterflies

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch #ssa aaron hotchner #ssa hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner x fem reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader

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helluvapurf · 10 months

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-Oop, almost forgot about today being the debut of the newest HB episode "Unhappy Campers" lol Lets talk about it!~ :>

*Spoiler warning ahead for those who didn't see the ep yet-*

Soooo to start things off, lets get to the Positives!

*-M&M get to stand out more in the main A-story for a change, yay! 👏👏And even including a bit of drama for the couple to deal with as they started to clash over their roles in this "mystery"-solving; especially with Millie revealing to carry some insecurities over not feeling "appreciated" outside of a supportive role/killing-machine… poor girl :c Glad to see she was able to have her moment to shine on stage by the end while Moxxie "took care" of their suspect, the gal deserved that time to just let loose on her own, yknow? 🥺

*-The summer camp aesthetic was a fun change of scenery for the story here, and I liked the designs for characters like the blue demon client at the start, alongside Millie & Moxxie's human disguises ("Moxxine" & "Millard"), they were cute~ :3

*-While Blitz didn't play too big of a role here in the long run, his gentle coaxing to his sister Barbie Wire at the end to try and amend things was rather touching to see (not really seeming to mind her pronouncing the "O" in his name either, unlike with other characters)… even if ultimately tragic given her rejection at the end :(. I really hope we get more insight of their family background later, 'cause there's alot of story potential for Blitz to try and face the "shadows" of his past (outside of just general exes-drama), in a meaningful character building way imo 👍

*-Not quiiiite as strong on the humor aspect (which I'll get into in a sec-), but I'll admit there's still some good chuckle-worthy moments like the "kid-stuck-in-a-crater" gag, along with this one still-shot during the Blitz & Moxxie VS Barbie fight lol

*-Nice to see a return of those Asmodean crystals, ever since their cameo in "The Circus" I've always been curious to see them in-action given their role as another portal-making item :o the crystalline-looking portals made from them look so pretty too~

As far as the Negatives of this ep are concerned? …Ehhhh-

*-As much as I enjoyed the M&M spotlight… I'd be lying if I said I didn't find the execution a bit… "clunky" at certain points ^^; Mainly on Moxxie's end 'cause… oof did he feel rather cringey at times, getting randomly hung up about some camp kids not liking him over Millie? :| Like… okay sure, its one thing to criticize her not prioritizing the "investigation" mystery as seriously as she should've… but I mean, you're basically doing the same thing trying to win over everyone as this ditzy teen girl, Moxx so like… who are you to talk? :/ Thankfully he got over that by the end and made things right by his wife but still… smh, dude >>

*-For a character as hyped up as Barbie Wire's been by the fandom since the pilot… I'm surprised that her first-ever reveal is only in the last few minutes of a B-plot? .-. Like… this is the long-lost sister of our main character, mind you, and her presence alone through that one photo in "Ozzie's" was enough to shake up Blitz to the core… so, why wasn't she given more of a major story to come back into her brother's life? 🤷‍♀️ I don't even mind that she's not interested in making amends with him atm (esp. with his stalkerish behavior here I can't really blame her tbh, as much as I love the guy- ^^;), but still…more additional context in-general could've helped make her debut a lil more interesting imo (same with Stella's brother Andrealphus).

*-Humor wise… ehhhhh yeah, some of it didn't really sit right with me tbh :/ Like, okay I get HB's always been a rather "raunchy" show since its inception, and I'm all for some clever adult humor when done right…

…But I mean, did we really need bits like M&M pretending to be "siblings" while disguised (when… idk why they couldn't have just pretended to be a regular teen couple tbh? .-.), only to then having that big "steamy" moment in front of a crowd of campers…? :| Idk, humor IS subjective at the end of the day so, I guess your mileage may vary on some of these joke executions… 🤷‍♀️

*-Pacing felt a bit imbalanced (again), with moments like the big ending fight scene feeling rather… "stiff", in some parts? : o Idk, probably could've benefitted from adding in a few more minutes or something to make it flow a lil better .3.

*-Fun as it was seeing Millie getting her own song for a change (that's not just another love duet with Moxxie)… idk, it admittedly wasn't the most memorable compared to some previous HB songs (minus the lil lyrics popping underneath like a cheesy music video, that was funny lol) 🤷‍♀️That and Moxxie's own "solo" attempt at the campfire scene was… again, cringey (though I think that was the point lol) :P.

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…Aaaaand yeah, that about covers my initial first impression thoughts of the ep! If I had to give my own rating again… prooobably somewhere around a C-rank? Again, I still enjoyed the M&M (+mainly Millie's) spotlight overall, but with the rushed-over Barbie Wire addition & some of the cringier humor bits… Iiii just don't know if I'd consider it among my fave eps anytime soon, imho ^^;

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss review

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Why do you think that they (whoever was responsible) decided to make Buster first sound movie a story where he doesn't get the girl he loves and also ends up alone? I've watched Free and easy/ Estrellados and honestly, I felt really sad with that ending. Perhaps I'm just used to films where everything works out in the end, idk. Just curious about other people vision on this one.

Free and Easy is such a hard movie for Buster fans to watch. I've heard it's not as rough for those who are casual watchers or aren't as invested. Most fans also do not like the ending, finding it very bizarre that he would not get the girl. What kind of ending is that? What was the point? She gets with the jerk?

To be honest, she doesn't deserve Elmer. But there are a few that do enjoy the fact that he does not get the girl, *something different* (sorry I disagree).

The ending is sad. You just feel bad for the guy who has done everything for this girl, and she's blind to it all and gets with the jerk. (Is this a, nice guys always finish last, type situation? Women always like the bad guys etc. etc.)

As with Everything, I think context needs to be explained. What was happening before and during filming, to get a better idea. (Which means this is very long and I'm so very sorry)

While Thalberg supervised Buster's films, it was during the filming of Spite Marriage that he passed the responsibility to his new brother-in-law who was a former publicist, Lawerance Weingarten (formerly producing Tim McCoy westerns). Thalberg was still the producer, but Weingarten was uncredited handling day-to-day responsibilities (Curtis, A Filmmakers Life, pg 366) Weingarten had little experienced with script development, and nearly none in talkies. Thalberg was distracted. What eventually happened was lots of ideas that were hopeless, but many of them were considered and then abandoned because Weingarten had little sense of what he was doing. "And it wasn't only the twenty-two writers who were eager to help me out. The executives and studio big shots also turned into gagmen overnight, adding greatly to the confusion. With so much talk going on, so many conferences, so many brains at work, I began to lose faith for the first time in my own ideas" - Buster Keaton Curtis, A Filmmakers Life, pg 386)

Then came the constant script changes. May, Thalberg and Weingarten briefly settled on a musical-comedy -His Royal Highness. A month later Ed Sedgwick dictated an original of his own- The Three Act. Richard Schayer was brought on to write the scenario, which took two rounds of revisions by the time Thalberg Okayed it. But it still wasn't right. Schayer had to come up with an entirely new story line, incomplete draft in Sep. Then another story line was developed in early Oct, then they changed it yet again. Which was finalized in Nov 22. Buster was regarded as an actor, writer, director, or creative team (sometimes not allowed to do stunts as well). (Curtis, Pg 387) Weingarten lacked an understanding of Buster's screen character or the qualities that made his comedies unique. Saying "If Buster Keaton had been still a big commercial thing for Joe Schenck, he wouldn't have turned him over to MGM" then saying "We found stories and if they suited...they might not suit one, they'd suit the other, or we make them suit"(pg 388) - Buster was, to me, the one they chose to 'make suit'. When talkies started, the way they casted was different, they really only cared about how someone sounded on film. Which is the primary reason Anita Page was chosen for Free and Easy. While they were filming Free and Easy, the script was incomplete, and they were fixing the dialogue as they went. They were often sitting around waiting for dialogue to be written.

As far as I can tell, there really is no explanation as to why they chose what they chose (there might be some information out there, I just haven't seen it. Anyone can chime in with that.) I know Buster never spoke about the movie once filming was done. Buster was MGMs only comedian. They had no clue what they were doing, and they wouldn't listen to Buster. Weingarten for whatever reason, seemed to think he, who had no experience, thought Buster incapable. With his comment about Joe Schenck passing him to MGM because he wasn't a money maker, it appeared that he thought he could do better. They loved to tell him that his talkies made more money than his silents, therefor meant that they knew what they were doing, and he didn't (and it totally wasn't because talkies were new, and people wanted to hear what everyone sounded like). Like Buster said, it made him question himself and his ability. I've seen comments about how ironic it is that he's a puppet on strings (which is one of the hardest parts to watch), and how his character loses everything that he cared for (what was happening IRL). That it was MGMs way of saying- you're ours now. Maybe it was because of the absolute chaos that was the script and lack of experience. The too many cooks in the kitchen. I'm not really sure what the answer is. I know many people have their own opinions on it. (I have read many comments on forums that irritated me, and I had to stop reading :) )

I would say most people feel the same as you. We like that he gets the girl in the end, how could you not? You always root for his character to get the girl, and everything works out in the end. It's a way to escape and imagine everything will be fine in the end. Plus, it's Buster, you want the best for him.

I don't know if this has answered anything, if it gave you more insight, maybe confused you a bit (I tend to go on rants), but I hope it helped? I'm by no means an expert, and as always can be wrong. Anyone can always correct me, add information or add in their opinion.

#ask #i yammer on a lot #again sorry it took a bit of time #I wanted to try and look around for info but it was basically all the same stuff #and someone on IMDB gave it a 10/10 what a loon #free and easy

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Am I The Asshole for going with my mentor? Hey, me again. The guy who threw his friend's journal that he stole, got his other friend in trouble, and got turned into a vampire. Unfortunately, it's gotten worse.

For some context, I gave my brother, Bear, a bag of my keepsakes in an apology for giving my mentor his journal. He's upset about it, and Snake made my mentor really mad, so I want to keep them as safe as possible, and Bear seemed to appreciate my gift. Also, Snake came into possession of some powerful holy artifacts, so I had to stay away from him because they hurt me if I got too close on accident.

We got back to our new home, only to find out that there's something called a "Fesdival" (Haven't seen it in writing, this could be wrong) happening. I've never been to one, so I went off to enjoy the moment. I shouldn't have left Bear, I know that, but I saw my friends (three of them, one of whom Bear and Snake don't like), and gave the one they don't like a hug because I learned I love hugs and thought he was one of my best friends.

Bear went to talk to our two other friends, Lady (??f) and Wolf (20sf), but Wolf looked out of it and upset. The four of us talked, and my friend seemed upset when I mentioned Snake having holy items on him. Things went well for a bit until- Okay.

Bear was talking to Lady, and suddenly, my friend looked really mad. I've... never seen him look like that. My other two friends we were talking with tried to calm him down, and-

This is hard to write. My friend killed them both. I won't say how, but it was quick, and it wasn't pleasant. I tried to stop him, but he threw me back into their bodies. He kept walking forwards, and when my eyes refocused, he had... changed. It wasn't my friend. It was my mentor, a good foot or so taller and much scarier. He... killed Lady, too. And then he went to hurt Bear. He wanted to hurt Bear because Bear was mean to him, but he cares about me, I swear, so I didn't want to take sides or hurt anyone.

Instead, I ran over to Wolf as Snake joined their fight, and I pulled her into a small alleyway behind a stage, because she looked sick and I didn't want her to get hurt. She was the same kind of sick I was when my mentor turned me. It's not the kind of sick you can really get through without someone there. Bear got away long enough to lay down a very fast protection circle over Wolf and I, before my mentor attacked him again and vanished. Nobody could see very far, but I saw him- my mentor reformed behind Wolf and I. She wasn't well. I was scared. I didn't know what to do.

My mentor started talking to me. Bear and Snake couldn't see him, but they could hear him. He told me things would be okay. He told me he didn't want this violence. He told me he could fix it, I could get what I came here for, I could save the friend who I lost all those years ago. He said he didn't want to fight. He could keep Wolf and I safe. He wouldn't hurt Bear and Snake anymore. Things would be okay.

I just wanted things to be okay.

I... I took Wolf, and I stepped out of the circle, to him. I told myself that she needed help, and he clearly cared about her, and if I went back to Bear and Snake, I wouldn't be able to stay in the town for much longer, because of the holy artifacts Snake has.

My mentor hugged me. But he left blood on me. The blood of my friends. I don't feel good about this. But I felt like he loved me.

I'm writing this from a room, I don't know exactly where, but it's clearly set up for Wolf. I'm trying to take care of her as best I can, but I know she'll be mad at me when she comes to. I don't know if I can leave, and I have no contact with Bear or Snake. I guess I just want to know if I could have made any other choice.

AITA for choosing my mentor over my friends?

#aita #am i the asshole #original character #murder tw

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Big Nick - ‘Bossa Nova’ Prequel

Summary: You and Nick met.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Slight mention of strip clubs, bad words and Big Nick.

Author’s Note: This is an idea for Bossa Nova, I hope you guys like it. I’m still working on the new chapter, don’t have idea when it will come out, but until then I think we should take a look at it, yeah?

I think certain details could be explored further if explained outside the context of the main story, and as you know I have a particular fondness for Bossa Nova, so maybe more of these will come up here so the story can progress. It's not a rule to read everything I'm going to do, some material can be pretty shallow in interactions between the reader and Benny (like this one), and none will have direct interference in the events of what I already do there, BUT it can be cool, like, look at what I thought the dynamic between these people would be like.

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It certainly wasn't the best of your days; maybe not even the best year of your life.

You didn't usually verbalize the problems you had with Theodore with your mother, nor with your friends and even less with your brother - things could escalate very quickly if he got involved like that. This all led you to complicated moments, boring work days and constant headaches. Your doctor must have mentioned something about nervous gastritis, but honestly you stopped going to his clinic when the meds started wanting to pile up on your bedside table.

Maybe that was the reason why you didn’t notice the face everyone made in the meeting room when Emma said you would attend a Major Crimes’s scene. It took you too long to notice, between grabbing your things at the lab and heading to Compton, so just when you saw O’Brien there, standing a few feet away from an old crime scene, that the realization washed over you.

Dammit.

Listen, all in all, you didn’t have opinions about them. Emma rarely put you to work with them, leaving all the headache to more experienced agents, but it wouldn’t be your first time dealing with assholes. She could just be trying to teach Nick a lesson, pairing you, her most hot-headed agent, with one of his cases.

He watched you leave the car, then walk in their direction - the badge was hurting your hip bone, the vest was open because even this was suffocating and the LASD cap prevented your hair from annoying you more while working. You tried to keep up appearances, pretending you were indifferent because, in fact, you didn't even care what that guy's reputation was.

“I thought they were going to gimme a forensic agent,” Charming as fuck.

“You can look at my badge while your friends keep destroying more of the crime scene. I have all the time in the world.”

Nick looked you up and down, then turned to the other detectives walking around the scene nonchalantly - Borracho and Henderson, you remembered the names. The boss called them, just a single ‘aye’ and a head tilt, so both walked in your direction, passing below the do-not-cross tape with confused expressions.

“I still want to see your badge.”

You rolled your eyes at it, taking the thing out of your belt with a single pull. He inspected the whole thing, analyzed your qualifications like the idiot he made no bones about.

“Emma didn’t say anything about you being CSI too.”

“No one tells which instrument of torture they are going to use until they use it,” Nick was extending the badge back to you, but raised his eyebrows at your bold answer. “Although she used clear words about this. What does that make me?”

“I think we need to wait and see.”

“And I think you already have the exact answer,” You walked past the tape, turning to him with a bitter smile. “Don’t worry, Big Nick. We probably have the same opinion about each other.”

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You thought that would be the first and last time O'Brien made it clear he didn't want to work with you anymore. But that was the thing with Nick, he was kind of sadistic, unorthodox and aware from life or work experience about who would be of use to him in any way.

The tricky part is that you saw yourself a little like that, with quick responses and a sharp tongue for speeches you didn't like.

He showed up at his lab with a ticket to a fancy downtown bar. You didn't stop your work while you saw the name on the invitation, nor did you look at his face.

“You know I'm married, don't you?”

“What?”

“I don’t go to strip clubs.”

You could hear his groan, a mutter of ‘dammit’ and in a second the ticket was gone, being replaced by that terrible smell of aftershave and a lot of cologne. He leaned in, invaded the space where you were.

“And I can hear you from afar as well,” Which didn’t help at all, because even if you leaned away a touch, O’Brien didn’t move.

“Why are you like that?”

“With a sense of personal space?”

“Harsh,” Just then he gave you a well-deserved distance, crossing his arms over his chest. “You don’t know me.”

“I’d never seen you being polite or gentle with anyone here, O’Brien. Always on the top, nose up to the sky, walking like you have the balls, like no one here is smart like you or efficient like you,” There wasn’t a reason why to go straight to the point, which he probably admired from the way his face relaxed. “And let’s be honest: Big Nick? You really need to take yourself so seriously to have a nickname like that, because I know it didn’t come because you’re tall.”

“This remains a value judgment and an unfounded reason not to like me.”

“Alright, I'll ask you another question that maybe can solve your doubt,” You turned to him, one elbow propped on the table and a sly smile on your face. “Do you know you’re a jerk?”

“I do. What about you?”

“Oh, I’m aware. The difference is that I don’t use this to offer strip club’s tickets to other people; I offer an apology.”

“So I should apologize.”

“You can try.”

Later Nick would say that was what he liked best about you, your acumen at reducing egos to dust with pointed words. When you commented that this was coming from your mother, he said he would love to meet her, only to have his dreams shattered right away:

“She would mention how you try to look like Thomas Magnum.”

“So she has good opinions on Tom Selleck?”

“He has an avocado farm. She loves avocados. And she's one of the only humans who liked his character on Friends, so it's not a compliment.”

That day, however, when he went to offer the first sign of peace for something you assumed was of personal interest, there was a hesitation. Of all the people there, you were the most unknown, stern, not marveling at their achievements even after the Merrimen case.

In these attempts, while staring at your immobile face in a false smile, Borracho appeared at the door but did not enter; he tapped twice on the glass wall and waited to be answered.

“We got a guy in Long Beach,” Was all the guy said, limited by his lack of interest in whatever was happening there.

“Go with Connors and keep me posted.”

“Got it.”

You watched the scene with raised eyebrows, concluding how easy it was for him to give orders but how difficult it seemed to recognize he was an asshole. It got even more interesting, though, when Borracho hesitated before leaving to wave discreetly in your direction.

“Hey.”

“Hi, detective.”

Just then he left, a polite nod and a turn back. You extended both hands at O’Brien, gesturing openly at the extension of his body.

“And there’s you.”

“Fine, Borracho said ‘hi’, what’s the big deal with that?”

“I’m not your mother.”

“If we’re working together, I should know your manners.”

“If?” The question came automatically and he sighed. “What’s the plan here, O’Brien?”

“I need a good CSI for a long term situation. There’s a case coming our way, a collaborative job with the DEA, and they want a laboratory professional to follow the procedures.”

“And this professional would be me,” You concluded.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not with your head on your ass. I want instinctive people, not bureaucratic ones.”

You've been wanting to take a federal case for a while, not for the pomp but for the experience. Nick wasn't the best of company and judging by his smart nature, he had done his own research on you after the initial experience a while back. That was his last move to have you in his plans, convince you for something you wanted.

“I don’t want strip clubs,” He smiled at your direct answer.

“Half strip clubs?”

“It doesn’t even exist.”

“Depends. You can ask nicely at some places and-”

“Ugh, God, you’re already making me regret it all,” You made a face, officially not ready for that amount of information.

“I’ll send the request to Emma this afternoon. We'll probably get started soon, so… I don't know, you can hang out with me and the guys tonight and get to know each other better.”

“Looks like you didn't hear me when I said that no one tells which instrument of torture they are going to use, until they use it.”

“You seemed to get along with Benny really well.”

“Don’t be pushy, O’Brien,” You warned with a firm gaze, already back to your work and ready to call it a day.

“Fine, fine!” He raised both hands in surrender, that stupid smile still on his face while he took steps back. “Welcome to the team, sweetheart.”

That made you roll your eyes again, but he didn't see it as he walked out of your lab with his usual confident stride. The invitation was still there on your desk, right next to where you used the mouse, and that almost made you regret the decision.

Well, you thought, at least Borracho had manners.

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