#hope it's alright I'm tagging you here as well! your ideas were so tempting it was hard to not draw at least one

[kmesons]

[hands you 80s-themed blinky for a summoning ritual involving miss holloway]

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[dizzydancingdreamer]

“So that’s how you want to play this, love?" | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey My Lovelies! I hope all is well today! I received a request ages ago from @activist-af to do something like this, as you will read below. I honestly aimed to fit the movie night theme in there but it was swallowed up pretty fast! I only meant for this fic to be 3000 or so words but, as it always seems to do, it got away from me.I truly hope that you enjoy this, you've given me an unwavering amount of support these past few months while I was battling a major bout of depression and writers block. I can't repay all the kindness and love you've given me but I hope this is a start! Much love darling! And much love to all of you lovelies! Please have a fantastic evening for me! <3

Please read before continuing: I usually wouldn't write this much before my story but I wanted to add this: this story is my first full blown smut. I'm honestly not sure how well it will go over but I tried to make it as loving and healing as I could. I take my writing very seriously. I know sex for many is a touchy subject, and that truly pains me. I sincerely hope every single one of you reading this feels all the love and saftey I tried to incorporate into this peace. I wish you an eternity of love and healing. Be safe my loves!

Request: "Could u do a mikaelson boys x reader? Any plot really, but I’d very much love it if it was a bit more Kol focused. there’s just such a lack of content for all three of them and I love your writing so much. If u need any plot point ideas maybe a movie night kinda thing? I really hold him a bit higher than the other boys. Or something similar to the fic with the Klaus + Eli being injured? Fluffy ending please, smut is fantastic too 🖤"

Description: Y/n is upset that the boys won't let her come on their mission with them, feeling isolated and useless. Kol is supposed to stay behind and watch out for her however things get heated after she tells him off.

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, mainly Kol and Elijah

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! This is a full blown smut, I honestly do not know how it happened, probably 4000/5000 words are pure sex scenes, also there's a bit of fighting/angst at the beginning of the first scene but it doesn't last

Word count: 5343 (I'm so sorry)

Tags: ANGST, SMUT (full on), FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the moodboard is :) )

“I really don’t see why you guys are leaving me behind, again,” you run an agitated hand through your hair, huffing indignantly at the two boys in front of you.

Yes, boys. Not men. If they aren't going to treat you like the full grown woman you are then no way in hell are you going to give them any validation either. Even in your head.

“It’s too dangerous,” Elijah’s chocolate eyes are stern, his hands clenching at his sides, “I can’t risk the witches doing anything to you as a way to get to us. You’re too important.”

Your chest warms slightly at his words but it isn’t enough to break down your resolve. Three hundred years under your belt; they’re going to need to do better than that if they want to keep you away. There are only so many times you can stay away from a fight, only so many times you can watch them come home hurt knowing that if you had gone with them then maybe you could have prevented it. You’re a family and you’re tired of feeling like you aren’t pulling your weight.

You narrow your eyes at the tall boy, still not man, trying to peer through all the red you’re seeing, “I’m not a child, Elijah.”

He stares right back, not backing down, his face cut like marble, unwavering. Beautiful but harsh. Stone. He wears a white shirt, the first button popped and the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His veins are prominent and tempting. Elijah means business. You swallow the lump in your throat, pushing away the heat growing in your stomach.

“Love, trust me, we know you aren't a child. Any other time I would gladly rip you upstairs and prove it. Right now, though, I agree with him. You’re staying here,” Klaus’ softer voice pulls your attention from your staring match with the eldest Mikaelson.

He has a leather jacket on, the material clinging tight to his arms, ready to burst. He’s smiling but it doesn’t reach his crystal eyes. He folds his arms neatly in front of him. He’s not going to budge either.

You scoff at him, shaking your head, “I want to come, Klaus. I need to.”

A new voice joins the three of you in the foyer, “I can make that happen, darling, but you’ve got to stay home with me if you want that.”

You don't even need to turn around to hear the smirk on Kol’s voice but you do anyway, meeting the youngest Mikaelson face to face. He has a grin on his lips, one that, in any other situation, would have you weak in the knees. He has a sweatshirt on and a pair of sleep shorts. He’s on babysitting duty, he doesn’t need anything else. You only roll your eyes at him before facing Elijah once more.

“I’m part of this family, too, you know. It should be my choice,” you have to will your voice not to crack, keeping your tone as low and as steady as you can, “I’m not useless, Elijah, as much as you’d obviously disagree.”

You rub your hands over your bare arms, fending off a sudden chill. You feel like there’s ice coursing through your veins. A traitorous tear tracks down your cheek but you make no move to get it. Elijah’s hardened face softens when he notices.

“Baby, come on,” he reaches to grab you but you step back, not allowing him to touch you.

He can’t do that, make the decisions for you. Maybe if you were still human it would be called for but now it’s not. Sure, you aren't a millennium like they are but you’re not a piece of glass either. You’re strong, whether they want to acknowledge it or not.

“Don’t, Elijah,” you back away further, your cheeks drenched but your eyes fierce, “I’ll see you guys in a few days. Be safe.”

You turn and walk away, ignoring all three brothers as they call out to you, heading up to your room before any of them decide to follow you. You close the door, not slamming it but not exactly shutting it gently either. You can hear Elijah sigh from the front hall and you know he’s tugging on his hair. Klaus swears, his frustrated voice floating up to your ears. More tears fall but you brush them away angrily, lifting a pillow from your bed and screaming into it. No doubt they can hear it but, right now, you couldn't care less. The front door shuts and your heart plummets.

You sit on the edge of your bed, gripping your dark comforter tightly. Usually you like being the one they take care of. You like being held, how small they make you feel. Right now, though, it’s too much.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door, Kol’s careful voice cutting through the wood, “darling?”

“Leave me alone, Kol,” you try your best to make your words harsh but you only sound tired.

“Not likely, love,” he presses, “you know I can go all night, now it’s up to you what that means.”

Your cheeks flush and, as if he can see you through the door, he chuckles. The sound echos through your chest, stirring the remains of anger and frustration and mixing them with something hot and untamed. You pull the door open, coming face to face with the smirking Mikaelson.

“Sorry you landed with babysitting duty, Kol, but I’ve kept myself alive for three hundred years now and I’m pretty sure I can handle two more days on my own. Why don’t you go help Elijah and Klaus, yeah? Seeing as you are the only three who can actually do any good. I’m clearly not strong enough to do anything so I’ll just sit here and look pretty and do absolutely nothing at all because I’m useless. Okay?”

With that you close the door in his face. Well, you try to but he wedges his body in the way so you can’t shut him out. Whatever smile had previously been on his face is long gone and in its place sits a deep frown. His brown eyes ice over slightly and he stands taller than he did mere seconds ago. You can feel a switch in the atmosphere and suddenly you’re face to face. You honestly can’t tell which one of you is more pissed off.

“So that’s how you want to play this, love,” he pushes closer to you, “you want to get angry, yeah? Alright darling, I can do that.”

You open your mouth to protest but before any profanities can fly out his lips are on yours, fierce and strong. He uses his foot to kick the door closed, slamming it into place. It’s done merely for effect. No one is home but the two of you. He spins you around aggressively, pushing you roughly against the hardwood. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, no doubt drawing blood. As if on cue a copper taste fills your mouth, drowning your senses in red. This time, though, the anger is mixed with a wicked kind of lust.

Your hands find his hair without your permission, tugging harshly at the roots. He groans into your mouth, a sound that makes you want to slap him across the face and wrap your legs around him all the same. His hand snakes around your waist, squeezing your hip with a fervour that will no doubt leave bruises that will take longer than usual to heal. He pushes against you, every single part of him rock hard.

“God fucking damnit, Kol,” his lips find your throat with painful ease, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth in a way thats just this side of painful over pleasurable.

Right now, though, you crave every bit of pain that Kol lays on you. In a sick way you’re proving that you can take it. That you’re strong enough to do the things that they do. Another flash of red floods your vision when you think of the other two Mikaelson's who refused to let you help. You drag one of your hands down Kol’s back, scratching hard enough for him hiss against your neck.

He jerks away from you quickly, only long enough to rip the sweatshirt over his head before he attacks your neck again. He sinks his teeth in at the same moment he rips your tank top in half, lulling you into that sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, hate and lust once more. His shoulders are deliciously toned under your searching fingers and this time when you drag your nails down his back you know you draw blood. Serves him right anyway.

“Fuck, baby,” he wraps a hand around both of your wrists, pinning your hands above your head, “that kinda hurt.”

You want to claw the smirk off of his face. Or kiss it. You can’t quite decide. His other hand is slowly sliding up your back, inching towards the clasp of your bra. His eyes burn into yours, the inferno behind them nothing less than intense. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears so loud it’s almost hypnotic when combined with the tantalizing draw of his hand. It lulls you into a false sense of security, your eyelids heavy in anticipation. He stops moving when his fingers are about to undo the hooks.

He pushes his hips closer to yours, locking you between his body and the door. His stomach is hot against yours and cut like marble. Your fingers itch to feel every bump and dip with agonizing intricacy. Every inch of your skin is alight, every hair raised waiting for anything to happen. You can feel every breath he takes as if it’s your own, your covered breasts just barely grazing him with each rise and fall of his chest. It’s delicious torture.

“Before we go any further here, I need to know what you want. Do you want some quick fuck that’s going to leave you more angry when it’s done?” He rolls his hips against yours, sending sparks flying through your body at the first real touch you’ve had tonight, “or do you want me to make love to you like you know I can. And make all these terrible feelings go away. It’s your choice, darling?”

His words tangle and knot in the pit of your stomach, weaving through the white hot hatred that had been building in your stomach until it explodes. They hit you right at the source like missiles aimed with the utmost precision to destroy every bit of anger left in you. Tears prickle at the edge of your vision, your senses overloaded from the sudden loss of your fury. All that’s left in its wake is this gut wrenching feeling of not being good enough. It’s the original problem and he just effortlessly broke through to it.

“I,” you tug your bruised lip between your teeth, if only to keep it still, “make it go away, Kol. Please.”

“That’s all I want to do, darling.”

He releases your wrists, opting instead to haul your body into his arms and slamming his lips against yours once more. You waste no time running your freed fingers down his sculpted chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as he holds you up. You push yourself as close to his body as you can get, wrapping your legs around his taught stomach and clinging on for dear life. He kisses you slowly, as if drawing all the negative energy out of your body with his lips.

He walks the two of you backwards towards your bed, sitting on the edge, leaving you straddling his hips in the most delicious way. You push your hips to bring you closer together, wanting to feel every part of him that you can. He meets every movement with his own energy, wrapping an arm around you back to keep you pressed against him. Your body is warming up once more in his arms.

He pulls his lips from yours reluctantly, his hand snaking back to the clasp on your back, “this needs to go.”

You shiver at the light touch of his fingertips on your spine, arching with the click of the hooks coming undone. He pulls the lace from your chest slowly, his thumbs grazing down your arms, memorizing every inch of skin he can get his hands on. His eyes meet yours again and he drops the fabric on the ground next to your bed. His hands, now resting on your hips, trail fire up your stomach as they trace their way over your ribs.

“Kol, please,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, reveling in the warmth of his chest so close to your own, “I need you.”

There’s a glint in his eye again but this time you don’t want to slap him. No this time you want him to do heavenly things to every part of you. You want him to take the last remains of this awful feeling and snuff it out with his mouth. His hands finally crest the remainder of your ribcage, his thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts with tantalizingly careful circles. Tears sting your vision again from all the pent up energy inside of you.

“What shall I do, darling,” his thumbs draw along the sides of your breasts, stoking the untameable fire in the pit of your stomach once more, “tell me how you want me to touch you.”

His fingers dance closer to their target, each stroke driving your brain further into it’s Kol induced frenzy. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can smell is the boy in front of you.

“Kol,” his name falls from your lips in a desperate moan, “please just do something, god.”

He chuckles, a sound that flows like honey and wraps around every inch of you like silk. His eyes sear into your own, daring you to break his stare but you don’t. You can’t

“Well I could do this.”

His thumbs roll over your hardened nipples, as if to punctuate his words, and you see stars. You don’t even try to stop the moans that tumble from your lips, turning to clay in his hands. You give him free reign to mould your body in any way he desires, as long as hands never leave your skin. He pinches each bud between his fingers gently, pulling more praises from deep within you. His eyes never leave your face, drinking in each expression with unashamed greed.

“Or maybe I could do this.”

You know what’s coming when he leans forward, It’s quite clear what his intentions are. However, what you aren’t expecting is for the first gentle nip to send you so violently crashing over the edge that you have to squeeze your thighs around him to avoid falling off the bed. He doesn’t stop when you cry out and you don't want him to. Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends you spiraling further into the sweet oblivion he’s created just for you. He rocks his hips against yours while his mouth assaults you, pressing the delicious hardness against you while you fall apart.

He detaches his lips from your lips when you start to come down from your high, kissing his way up your sternum, over your collar bone, before settling on your throat.

“So beautiful darling,” he pulls your skin into his mouth as if he didn't just get enough just moments ago, “so damn beautiful.”

You press down on his hard length again, pulling a groan from deep within his chest, “I want all of you, Kol. Please.”

That's all the encouragement he needs to flip the two of you over and lay you on your back. He kneels between your legs, hooking his thumbs in your plaid sleep shorts and pulling them off much faster than he had down with your bra. He’s more than warmed up now, something that excites you to no end. You’re left laying in a pair of black lace panties that match the bra on your floor.

Kol’s eyes go dark at the sight, a growl that hardens your nipples again rumbling through the air. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling the lace off of you once more and adding it to the growing pile of clothes. He kisses the junction of your thigh next, sending electricity rippling through your body. It restarts the heat once more and the familiar wildfire rips through your abdomen. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to stand many more orgasms if each one is to be like the first.

“Please just make love to me, Kol, I need to feel you.”

He lifts his head from your thighs, a sight that you will never grow tired of, and his eyes set ablaze, “I was made for nothing more.”

Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest, a warmth spreading like butter over your bones. He kicks his own shorts and boxers off quickly, moving back up your body to rest between your legs. You drink in the heat radiating off his body, allowing it to soothe the remaining ache leftover from your small throw down. His one hand slips under your head, lacing through your hair gently. The other reaches between you, lining himself up against your opening. The slightest touch of him against you is enough to have you mewling his name already.

He teases you slightly, taking his sweet time before pushing in. The first thrust is pure magic, filling you in the way that only Kol can. Each of you boys feel different. Kol lights every one of your nerves on fire with his slow movements. He makes you feel every deliberate movement. He makes you know that every circle of his hips, every time he joins you together is done to perfection exactly how he intends. Kol makes you aware of your entire body and just how much control he has over it.

He pulls back slowly before thrusting back inside of you hard enough to rock your bed into the wall. You clench around him without warning, pulling your name from his lips with mouthwatering ease and sending small shocks through your lower half.

“Christ, baby,” he rocks his hips deeper into yours, burying himself all the way inside you, “how are you so close again already.”

You giggle quietly from underneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips and rolling your own to meet his thrusts. Your hands glide over his shoulders, soothing the scratches you left earlier. You draw his face to your own, pulling his lips down to graze yours. You want him to feel every word you say.

“Don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing,” the end of your sentence is blurred with unrelenting moans.

His hand grabs your leg, pushing your knee to your chest before pushing you into the mattress with a world altering thrust, “you’re right darling, I just like to hear you say it.”

He closes the gap between your lips with another shattering push, your walls clenching harder than before around him again. You swallow each moan that slips from his mouth and into yours. His nutmeg scent clings to you and you know it will take days to scrub him off of you, not that you want to. You could very well spend the next century wrapped up in Kol in every single way possible.

He picks up the pace, slamming into you with controlled ease. Your hands lace through his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. Your senses are overwhelmingly heightened, allowing you to feel every damned inch of him. You’re in serious danger of falling apart. The fiery ball in your stomach is at its peak once more. When he pulls your lip between his teeth, and you taste the crimson, it explodes.

This time you don't just see stars, you see the sun and the moon and every planet in the solar system. He continues to move in and out of you, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm as he rides his own out. You cling to him with everything you have, refusing to breathe anything but Kol. Everything in this moment is about him and the way he makes you feel. Nothing else matters anymore. Perhaps nothing even mattered before. All there is, all there has ever been, is this one moment.

When you finally land back on earth, he slowly pulls out of you, giving you one last taste of electricity before drawing you to lay on his chest. Your ears ring from the energy you just exerted at Kol’s mercy, your skin deliciously sticky against his own. You're completely and undeniably spent.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you go to speak, “Kol.”

You feel the sharp inhale he takes rather than hear it. Before you can blink the fresh wave of tears away he’s flipped you around, laying between your legs again and propped up on his elbows. His face is pure concern, his eyebrows creased together in a way that makes you want to smooth every harsh line away. It makes you cry that much harder.

“Darling, talk to me,” he runs a soothing hand down your thigh, pulling you close to him, “what’s wrong baby?”

The tears pour faster at the gentle tone in his voice, drawing an answer to the surface before you even process what you’re saying, “Do they think I’m useless? Do you?”

Your voice is shattered, all the emotions from today coming together in yet another crescendo. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, drowning out the sounds around you. It’s probably the reason you miss the footsteps pounding up the stairs. You can feel Kol’s soft caresses but just barely. The only thing registering in your mind is the feeling of being completely and utterly weak. Why do they keep you around if you can’t even hold your own?

“God’s no, never. Not even a little bit,” just as Kol speaks, the door opens.

Well, the door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that echoes through the large house. Kol isn’t startled. He should be but he doesn’t even flinch at the bang. You, on the other hand, tense underneath him, the pounding in your ears still as intense as before. A woodsy scent flows through the now open doorway, pine mingling with your already nutty skin. The pieces start clicking together, albeit at a slower pace than you like.

You’re almost certain you know who’s in the doorway but you look anyway to make sure, “Elijah.”

His name is a whisper and it gets lost under Elijah's own words, his dark eyes searing into yours, “Kol, do you mind giving us a moment?”

Kol glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. You plead with him to stay but this is Kol, he’s your hell-raiser. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he stands, still completely naked, and walks out of the room.

He pauses on the other side of the door, settling a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “careful brother, she scratches.”

Elijah shuts the door when he leaves, much gentler than he had been when opening. Your boys, always the ones for theatrics. He leans against the frame, folding his arms over his chest. You stand from the bed, trying to meet his height but failing. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand but it doesn’t do much to clear the droplets. He tracks your every movement with a fire raging behind his chocolate eyes. You’re painfully aware of how much of your skin is on display for him; that is, all of it.

“What,” you pause when your voice cracks, stealing a moment to compose yourself, “what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be off saving the day.”

He pushes off the door, taking a few steps towards you. You can see he's fighting back a lot of primal instincts. He's as affected by your lack of clothes as you are. His eyes shift rapidly between his usual brown and a deeper coal colour. Despite the situation, you can’t help the heat seeping from between your thighs. He stops a few feet in front of you. There’s no way he can’t smell you right now.

“I was needed elsewhere,” his eyes dip down momentarily, his jaw clenching, “by someone infinitely more important.”

You watch him squeeze his fists together, forcing his eyes to remain on yours. The determination in them is unwavering and fierce. He takes another step towards you.

“It seemed important a few hours ago,” you drop your eyes to your feet, breaking his stare.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him and, in turn, igniting your body, “I assure you it was not nearly as important as making sure that you’re ok.”

Your throat tightens, aching with the promise of even more tears. You wish you could just stop. You’re not afraid to cry but usually you can control it. Right now you can’t. Everything has been building, every little insecurity has pooled, and today was the chip in the damn needed to make the whole thing collapse. It’s too much.

“I’m not,” you wrap your arms tight around yourself, gripping your arms with bruising strength to try and hold back the tremors, “ I am not okay Eli. I feel so helpless. Everytime you come home bleeding and exhausted and where am I?” You run a trembling hand through your mussed hair, yanking at the roots, “Here. Always just here, useless, letting you and Klaus and Kol take it all for me. Am I really that weak? That I’m just extra collateral damage to worry about? What is it, Elijah?”

The words pour from you, each one making him flinch like he’s being hit by an invisible enemy. Every syllable is a bullet to his chest. His body tenses further, his eyes no longer holding any trace of their usual warm brown. Instead they're pitch black, the veins under his eyes a deep plum. The veins in his arms pop as well, his fists iron tight. He curses under his breath when you finish. His voice is gravelly and scrapes the deepest pit of your soul.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, whatever resolve he had been clinging to snaps. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his strong hands around your hips and lifting you against him, giving you a second to wrap your bare legs around his clothed hips.

“Elijah, what are you doing?” You cling to his chest, trying to avoid tumbling out of his arms when he begins walking you towards your bed once more.

He doesn't answer your question, laying you down against your ruffled comforter, “You aren’t collateral damage, baby.”

His voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard it, emanating from somewhere deep inside him. He opens the first few buttons of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before making it even halfway down his chest. He drops it, much like he Kol had not long before, next to your bed. Kicking off his shoes, he kneels on the bed, coming to rest between your thighs. The heat emanating from you is now a furnace and it in no way goes unnoticed by him. His dark eyes swim across your naked body, drinking in every inch.

“Eli-” whatever you’re going to say is obliterated when he leans down and attaches his lips to the crook of your thigh, dangerously close to being exactly where you need him.

“You aren't weak,” he moves to your other thigh, nipping at the delicate skin and pulling unintelligible murmurs from your throat.

He kisses his way to your center, the anticipation growing like a knot in your stomach, begging to be unraveled once more. Even in the midst of falling apart you can’t get enough of these men. He lays a soft kiss against you, offering you the slightest glimpse of what you know his mouth can do. In the exact same way you had with Kol earlier, every part of you craves Elijah.

Your body arches willingly to meet the first swipe of his tongue, his name falling from your lips like a praise, “you aren't a burden to me, you beautiful creature.”

You cry out as he works his mouth expertly against you, his words humming ecstasy into your skin, melting away any trace of doubt in your mind. His arms wrap around your thighs, bringing you as close to his face as he can get you. The sight of him completely engulfed in your heat is almost enough alone to send you tumbling right there and then over the edge.

“You mean more to me than anything else on this fucking earth,” his dark eyes meet yours as he works you dangerously close to breaking before letting up once more, “and if I have to spend every hour for the next hundred years worshipping you to prove it then consider it done.”

He lowers his mouth against you harder, sucking your electrified warmth with renewed vigour. Your hands seek out his hair, tugging him against you and raising your hips to meet every pass of his tongue. The smell of pine trees and sex envelope you, brining you the closest yet to the kind of high only Elijah can draw from you. In this moment you’re nothing more than entirely his.

“I cannot lose you, baby,” he slips a few of his fingers inside you, “please let me protect you. I need to. Please.”

He curls his fingers just as the last syllable rolls off his tongue and into your core, shattering you into a million tiny pieces. Your hands fist his hair as your body clenches around his hand, pulling a delectable groan from his lips. Your third orgasm almost puts you to sleep on the spot, each of your muscles completely exhausted. Elijah watches you come undone the entire way through, nothing less than reverent awe locked on his face.

He wastes no time pulling your spent body into his arms, wrapping you as close to him as he can manage. You bury yourself against his neck, admiring how even the most unassuming parts of him have an undue amount of strength. He truly is your warrior.

“Eli,” you yawn into his chest, basking in the warmth of his skin, “I can protect myself.”

He tightens his arms around you, “I know you can, baby, but you shouldn't need to. I’ve been searching my entire life for a meaning. A thousand years of trying to be honorable. Then I found you and, all of a sudden, it all makes sense. All the searching and fighting and pain finally has a purpose: to protect you. Let me take it for you. Please.”

You’re speechless, there isn’t anything else to it. His words hit you with immense power, sinking into your skin and settling around your bones. You’re his, all of theirs, to watch over. You really didn't know he felt this strongly. You’ve always had to defend yourself. Perhaps you just aren't used to someone else being so willing to take on that task. Someone begging to take it.

He stands suddenly, with you still in his arms, and walks out of your room, starting down the hall. The faintest sound of rushing water fills your ears, lulling you into a welcome daze.

“Where are we going, Eli?” You have yet to open your eyes, stuck in the soft between being awake and falling asleep.

He kisses your forehead, resting his head on yours, “Niklaus said he wanted to take a bath, my love.”

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

7th Dimension (Chapter 5)

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST/SYNOPSIS

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 4.2

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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: Gojo thought you had learned your lesson after the encounter you had with the Hatagaya abandoned street curse. Apparently, you were mulish enough to believe your own verdicts because you were given such verification over an actress' poster that you have woken up to. Coercing the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer into granting you over your inefficacious optimism that he knew would just be utmost pointless.

Warnings: Reader is still being an in-denial---also in-denial that she simps for Satoru---LMAO. The further this story goes, the further she rolls along the path through SIMP town. 🤣 Wanda Maximoff and Marvel has been briefly mentioned. Nanami Kento's in this chapter and also in the next two chapters too btw. Heehee. Nanami's exasperation over Gojo. 🤣  Let's just say that Toy Story here is also not existing in their dimension, alright? 🤣 I made Nanami a bilingual here. He speaks Japanese and knows how to converse in English. I am actually stunned that Tiny-Chan hasn't been domain expansion-ed or strangled by Satoru because of how stubborn she is---

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A/N: This is probably just a filler chapter to introduce Nanami here and also offer the gradual shift of interaction between Satoru and Tiny-Chan? There ain't much going on, I guess. This is supposedly chapter 9 now but it's still actually chapter 5. Hehehe. Next chapter which will be Chapter 5.1 has made me cackle while writing it and also made me frown in the end. I know it seems so long but I'm tryna build up the bond or something---though, I'm already darn tempted for them to just---*coughs* Also, Tiny-Chan---you lucky simp---😭😭😭

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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

YOU ACTUALLY DID NOT LEARN YOUR LESSON.

Subsequent to what has happened during the Hatagaya Abandoned Town curse, Satoru anticipated that you were shaken enough to be malleable. There was no doubt that being confronted by a cursed spirit, revealing Yuji's eccentric strength and affirming that Gojo was not a run-off-the-mill man was enough for him to assure that he has strike you dumbed.

Yet, he was entirely wrong.

You were still a stiff-necked recalcitrant with wanting to be proved right---that you were still breathing in your sole dimension and not theirs.

Well, how could you not trust yourself better when you've woken up beside to a poster of Jennifer Lawrence?

It was the Jennifer Lawrence. Explains why there was this sudden build-up faith in you. There was no doubt that you were still walking on your universe.

Was it Yuji's room? Nobara's? Or another student's room then? You had no idea.

Satoru couldn't help but be filled with mirth as he kept his eyes on you from beneath his blindfolds while you were running your mouth on him. He'd thoroughly unpredicted this moment when you were dropping him questions upon questions as if you were beginning to grow too curious for your own good.

But, that was a good sign right?

You were actually not frightened over the whole ordeal if you were this comfortable around them; Jujutsu Sorcerers and Cursed-Spirits. It might be your subconsciousness trying to adjust to this whole concept of being a clairvoyant to the Jujutsu Society. This was certainly step-one, then.

Satoru, being the first in four hundred years to have both the Six Eyes and the Gojo family's Limitless cursed technique was seated before you, garbed in an all-Stygian colored casual business suit with his legs crossed over his own, an elbow rested on the arm of his own seat with his knuckles brushing over the apples of his immaculately hewed cheekbone. Neck angled enough to notice that he was, in all likelihood, attentive with what you had to babble since the moment you've stepped foot on the private plane.

He had brought a thumb over undersides of his blindfolds, pointlessly grazing over the satiny cotton that protected his eyes as his beam never left his pretty face while listening to your constant chatter and queries.

Everyone was definitely habituated to Gojo's extemporaneous requests or yakking even if it had finances or banknotes involved. Even with a single click to his phone could get him dispatching his growing affluences to the people who needed or bribed him in. Hence, Kiyotaka Ijichi was not astounded to hear Gojo's demand upon using the private plane to a country that he technically had no mission in.

The assistant director was left bowing repeatedly over the phone despite of not being seen by the caller---a habit that everybody noticed---as he answered to the sorcerer's behest.

In the color of Elm Bough, a table settled in between you both. You haven't expected this at all that Satoru would comply to your requests as you predicted that you've hit the last straw and also gotten him to think that you were better locked up somewhere in which he hadn't been quite in detail about. It was only him and Yuji who had understood whatever room he was teasing you to lock you up in. If truth be told, there was no way did you ever think he would take your words seriously that it even got to the point of actually requesting for a private plane.

A damn private plane.

This guy probably had a lot under his sleeves and blindfolds. You mindlessly thought while continuously offering him your yackety-yak.

"Can't we just teleport our way there?" you leisurely ogled over how beautiful the skies were. The milky-white clouds in the firmament outlined the skylines of earth. Supple through your vantage point, though you knew they were simply just water drops or ice crystals floating in the bright, azure horizon.

What the welkins had provided you for, the flawlessness of what earth provides you for was much better to scrutinize and observe that looking out of the window was a better choice rather than keeping your attention towards the man who seated just a meter away from you.

You've least expected that Satoru had other clothes aside from his uniform that you normally seen from him since day one. Therefore, the idea of him clothed in such a simple, casual business suit was not helping your jittery nerves especially when he was keeping a weather eye on you like you were bound to think of another escape route in the middle of flying from one country to another.

There was that chance he had that in mind or he knew how restless your nerves have been from the moment you've seen him in another attire. It didn't help the fact that he brought a friend that was gorgeous too, but was too ruminative that kept him suppressed or it was simply the certitude that Cheetah-tie did not appreciate Satoru's presence as much as you did.

Were you? Really not appreciating Satoru's presence or were you just ignoring how his mere existence was incessantly playing with your heart-strings, vigorous sensations that kept you tottering.

"You wanted to?" Gojo brusquely responded back with a grin that turned wider as he snapped his head to where Nanami Kento sat, his brows piqued enough to say that he was better off reading his newspaper to his own and chose to bide in his own solitude rather than give his attention at his menace of a friend who'd trap him in his own ploys or antics over bringing him with you both, "---You should've asked."

Just hearing Gojo's intonation that blared and reverberated around Nanami was making the Grade 1 sorcerer dwell over his intentions as to why he was forced to tag along, hearing him friend release an audible, lengthy sigh from the opposite side of the plane, just a foot distance away from you and Satoru. Nanami sounded like he was sick and tired of him, always have been ever since you've seen them both interact.

The grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer actually regretted how he had to give his reports back to Kiyotaka Ijichi who was unexpectedly around an airport, it was necessary and he had to actually talk to Ijichi personally as well. Much to his utter dismay, he expressed his disappointment and vexation upon seeing Satoru with the assistant director, regretting why he had to personally meet him halfway. The latter was almost---nearly stealthy enough to take his flight until you've brought his existence to light by pointing at the sorcerer and asking who he was from afar, getting the attention of the white-haired sorcerer.

Nanami had to cease from leaving due to that. Now, he was somehow blaming your inquisitiveness for it because if you hadn't pointed and have been nosy to who he was and actually got a gist that he looked like someone Satoru knew, he wouldn't have ended up travelling with you both.

Nanami Kento. He was a man who actually intimidated you at first. Personality wise, the guy seemed to be standoffish and indifferent when you've finally gotten to introduce yourselves. Accompanied with a tight, respectful handshake along came with a bow that Japanese people always do which you certainly hadn't experienced with Gojo because your encounter upon meeting him was pretty much like chalk and cheese compared with everyone you were gingerly bumping to one by one. By way of explanation, he probably just didn't bother to introduce himself in that kind of way.

Regardless of that, Kento's appearance was marvelous to the point that his face come across as a person sculpted by Michael Angelo. Satoru and Nanami had their own differences with regards to own elegance and symmetries. His hair was pigmented in flaxen and neatly styled that came with his distinctive business suit which consisted of a white dress shirt underneath a tan blazer with matching slacks and light shoes. What caught your attention a lot was his viridescent sunglasses that had no support which was usually wrapped around the ears, with the addition of a dotted necktie that you highly scrutinized.

What caught you entirely unprepared for was how wise he is enough to know how to converse in a language that was knackering for everyone---with the extramundane exception for Satoru of course---the English language.

You were too ecstatic that it had Gojo collusively pouting on the side and the Jujutsu Sorcerer made it obvious enough for Nanami to sift through with that apparent creases along his temples. Simply annoyed even by Satoru's breathing.

"So, that's even possible for you too?! You can teleport other people as well?!" you've exclaimed, utterly stunned to hear his response, hastily giving him your attention and seeing that he was already beaming back at you just as expected. Previous to what you could fathom from such otherworldly phenomenon you were experiencing with these so called Jujutsu Sorcerers was that Gojo's competence reaches a supreme degree of mystification which leaves you in utter bafflement.

From what you've encountered back at the Hatagaya abandoned street incident was that this blindfolded guy who had such a complex personality whom everyone---besides Yuji Itadori as you've noticed---finds annoying. Satoru had abilities you couldn't get the bottom of. You've took heed that he was capable of teleporting or warping himself---says the moment he caught you off-guard in the middle of an eerie abandoned street, popping in like a bubble---and that he could control stuff like he had some sort of ability that Wanda Maximoff had in the Marvel franchise.

You've best believed that there were also other people who could achieve what he also does. But, it didn't seem to be that way when you've hopefully asked his first year students in the middle of being briefed by the Sensei himself, disturbing their discussion if anybody knew how to teleport just like as how Satoru did. Your way of thinking urging you to presume that it could be some sort of spell which can be casted by everyone.

Yet, you were clenching your fists on the side when Itadori, Nobara and Megumi had to pin-point their fingers towards Satoru who was expressing his merriment and chuckles on the side, tormenting your chagrin with the fact that you were inevitably bound to have 'fun' together no matter how much you've wanted to bond or plan an escape route through other people.

"You want it to be in the middle of an ocean?" Gojo aimlessly pointed a finger out of the window, clicking his head to the side as he gestured with a smile.

Your face instantly fell at that, huffing to yourself, "No. I want to go back to where I came from."

"You mean, your dimension." Satoru uttered in an hoity-toity tone, bending his neck a little to the side as he added, his bonny, flocculent hair swaying which made you frown further due to how you were finding it---him---fetching no matter what he does, making you clench your fists for the fifth time today---he didn't need to know he was giving you the jitters in one way or another because you believed that he would take it to his head as you were finally reading his personality and characteristics, much to your disappointment. Satoru seemed to always have a cocky temperament. One of the tenth characteristics that you've derided from men back then.

Howbeit, why did it seem like Satoru's kind of cockiness felt like he had the privilege to do so?

Gojo's smile went minimal as he took a second to respond, breaking eye-contact. You've become vigilant of it despite of not having the idea of what his eyes really looked like from beneath the coverings. He'd unnecessarily folded his arms above his head, keeping both large fingers clasped behind the nape of his neck while his head rested on the cushion of his own chair, "---Then I can't. I can only do so under certain conditions and for another dimension? Nah. I haven't learned to do so, nor plan to even try."

This was probably why you couldn't understand everything over what was going on and trusted that this was still your earth. Your dimension. You had zero idea over what he was actually capable of because Gojo Satoru never explains it nor has given you an ounce of idea about what or who he truly was.

He was acting like you actually knew him since then that he didn't even bothered. Given that, you were a person who was currently in a state of amnesia. Shouldn't he be helping you remember then? you suddenly thought to yourself, finding his ways of help be thoroughly weird and nonsensical.

For the purpose of eschewing what you were bizarrely trying to identify for yourself, you've refrain from keeping your eyes on him, trying to mollify the nimble drumming of that pit-a-pats bouncing off your chest, you've turned your head to see Nanami turning a page with the Japanese newspaper he was reading.

If Nanami Kento was a little less indifferent and aloof, you would have chosen his side of the plane instead. But, you were betting on the odds that he also had his own abilities, assuming that he had something sharp to stab you with when he finds you infuriating somehow. It was impossible that blondie did not also have his own set of capabilities.

As you were trying to speculate what Nanami's prowess would be as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, the way your brows were tightly furrowed together, guesses of his skills prompting one after another. Did he had some type of wand that he's keeping to himself? Was he some sort of Harry Potter? He might, considering his peculiar sunglasses that was sticking to his face, your subconsciousness voiced in which has made your temples twitch for some unknown reason.

"I don't seem to quite understand a lot."

Satoru decided to be of nuisance to your self guessing game when he'd arbitrarily placed the heel of his shoes over your knee as he mindlessly whistled, acting like it was a normal thing to do. You've felt yourself jump from your seat due to his hasty actions, empty-headed over your discomfort being around his presence.

Without a second thought, you've nudged his heavy foot away from your leg with an audible huff, momentarily giving him a glare to see him give his heed over the plane's ceiling instead.

Did he knew you were planning to scoot over to Nanami's side of the plane and actually choose to be ignored rather than be in his presence then?

"You don't need to." Nanami nasally muttered beneath his breath, entirely preoccupied on what he was reading. The chatter was obviously spoken for you because he had to speak in a language that you could finally understand, "---With that guy's laid-back personality, I doubt you would get to understand what he has to say especially if it's about Jujutsu," The 7:3 Jujutsu Sorcerer partially given you a glimpse underneath the tops of his newspaper, his facial expressions callous before returning back to what he was reading, his next sentence was meant for Satoru to hear.

"---His own students don't even understand him," Nanami deadpanned, breathing down a sigh as he was quick to turn a deaf ear when Gojo began to retaliate, affronted by his curt proclamation.

"Oi, oi, oi! Nanami, Oi-Oi-Oi!" Gojo briskly shifted on his seat, turning around to chastise him for the sudden declaration of such, "---They do understand me! Which is why they're training their abilities hard enough! It's a form of tough love from the Great Gojo!" the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer began to reason out as he pursed his lips.

You've heard Nanami give out another long, exasperated sigh, listening to their discussion despite of understanding none due to the language being used---with the absurd exemption of Satoru again---because you were comprehending all the words and phrases that come out of his mouth.

"By giving them your responsibilities? your own missions while you're out here, dragging me to your sudden out of the country vacation?"

Satoru pointed a finger at Nanami, "You needed one! I was helping you!"

"I was fine back in Japan," the latter adamantly stated, point-blank.

"No, you were depressed and stressed out of your wits." Gojo claimed persistently with a taunt, leaning an elbow on his arm chair as he pressed his chin over his own palm, grinning back at his friend when he'd seen the typical, tensed brow he was having again after gaining a discussion with Satoru that he was probably regretting for the fifth time this day.

"Yes. Because you've been bugging me over and over again."

You've watched the whole interaction, the creases in the middle of your forehead turning deeper as you hardly find the whole idea absurd---how these men who were sitting before you were what they call themselves, 'Jujutsu Sorcerers'. Your mind just couldn't grasp the whole context of it. If they were what they say they are, then why did a mere human who had no abilities like you, be involved in their way of living?

Right. This was where Satoru have been tenacious about, it was the sketches you held in the middle of being in a car accident. Those manga panels that he believed contained his memories and a future that you have no idea about nor foresee.

"I'm starting to think I'm crazy because back in earth, the last thing I remembered people had no special powers or some kind of abilities." you thoughtlessly murmured to yourself, watching Satoru antagonize Nanami further by calling his name repeatedly despite of being intentionally ignored by the latter, "---We're like we're in some kind of Shonen anime genre kind of storyline,"

Your words were brushed off by both men, never understanding---or they were just basically too engrossed into their repartees that your presence was neglected. It was probably for the better because Satoru was starting to rub off in a way that seemed concerning for your subconscious mind, "I'm glad Cheetah-tie here understands me and not just Cyclops." you murmured to yourself, not realizing that it has been uttered out in the open, leaning back on your seat more comfortably.

The wrinkled and torn Manga panels pigmented in sun-baked blood that Satoru persisted have been yours were laying on the table before you. There was no way that the man on the paper could be him. You reckoned that it was probably just a character he idolized so much that he was deranged enough to visualize himself in. There were a touch of distinction if the ripped sketches were to be compared. The man, who Satoru persists has been him, had certain elements about the emotions contrasted against each scene unfold. With the sun-glasses, he'd come across as if he was equable with his friend, someone whom he actually felt contented with the idea that he wasn't desolated to himself. Notwithstanding the comparison against the other half, the visionary of him without the specs he wore had the vehemence that he was more calculated, assiduous and extremely had his defenses down.

The sketches without the sunglasses seemed like he was on one's Pat Malone. Thoroughly in solitary.

You were currently putting a figure on where this particular man is. The one you're giving heed to on the paper that rested on the table, assessing where was this other attractive guy with the man bun instead, trying to put a name on who he was because apparently, you haven't seen his face throughout your brief stay with Satoru. The only people you've met prior to when you've arrived had been his three students, the school doctor of Tokyo Jujutsu High that you haven't gotten the idea of what her features were because you were unconscious when she'd manage to tend to your wounds, Ijichi who was somehow the assistant director of their school and lastly was Nanami Kento who did not elucidated more about his life other than that he was salary man and worked as a Jujutsu Sorcerer now.

The nosy part in you, the intrusive quality you had was getting your subconscious mind in an itchy sense that it wanted to pry over who exactly was the other person. Though, it didn't felt right to just state it out in the open, your body---your tongue was telling you otherwise if that even made sense. It felt like it was not needed to implore further especially to Satoru.

It felt weird for your standpoint like the guy on the picture held significance to it all and to your sudden sojourn.

Without even giving you an eye, Satoru heard your mindless rumbling towards how Nanami comprehends to everything you're saying. Thus, instigating him to scrutinize the 7:3 sorcerer in return beneath his covered eyes.

"What," Kento inscrutably groused without bothering to take a look at Gojo. He instantly knew that he was being judged by the latter from the other side of the plane even without seeing his eyes, "---stop staring, Satoru. You're making me uncomfortable."

The blindfolded sorcerer continued doing so, hastily shunning his exasperation with his own inconvenient tenacity.

"You are making me uncomfortable." Satoru stated straight from the shoulder, "---You get to understand her when I only and exceptionally could,"

Nanami raised an implausible brow at that response without even sparing him a glance as he went on in reading, declaring his retorts with much indignation, "I know how to converse with it. But, I'm not entirely fluent enough."

"Which is why you're making me uncomfortable. Does this come in being a gloomy salaryman then? were you trained?"

"You only want her to understand you. Hilarious." The blond sorcerer got across Satoru's opines with a straight-face.

Satoru had his lips pursed together as he kept up in getting under Nanami's skin. Cheetah-tie, being entirely used to it already and probably finding it an accustomed occurrence in his day to day life to being a Jujutsu Sorcerer. You've given the torn papers a once over, thoughtlessly scratching your forehead in thwart as your temples were minimally throbbing every now and then whenever you were trying to cerebrate over what Satoru was trying to make you understand.

"Your blindfold is really making me uncomfortable." you've declared towards Gojo who ceased from running his mouth at Nanami who was giving him intelligible, short responses that were lucid enough to comprehend. Satoru briefly craned his neck to pay heed to what you had to say, smiling to himself when he felt your spirit of inquiry through your quizzing. Though, he never gotten the second half of what you were actually saying because you've got lost in that train of thoughts you had which got him raising his brows in doubt.

"When do I get to see your eyes? I'm not convinced over this...also, who's---n-nevermind."

Brisk enough to conceal his dubiety, the ends of his unbelievable nourished lips lifted in a smile, "Soon enough, Tiny Chan. You might be lucky it would happen when we come back to Japan,"

You leaned back on your seat, your curiosity reaching its peak whenever you were staring upon the detailed crevices that configured his mask. It was keeping you entirely restless for whatever he was keeping from you that he was prolonging it and acting like it would end up being a bombshell; a controversial thing for you to know nor encounter from him. All things considered, especially his pompous qualities was restraining your surmises that it had your expectations on the low. Satoru was probably, really blind and just had strong intuitions that he could function well enough even without having eyeballs.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you've had your eyes in slits, watching him from beneath your eyelashes, noting the grin that remained on his face which instantly fell when you've began to demand back at him with a serious glint in your eyes, "I want the exact same sunglasses. The circle ones. If not, then I'm not convinced."

At the mention of that, you were oblivious that Nanami was actually observing the both of you from his side, being mindful of the whole conversation you were having with Gojo and to the point of glancing at the torn Manga panels that weren't being disclosed by Satoru himself as he made a point that it was a secret that the both of you could only get involved in.

What a man-child he was as Nanami expected.

"Eh?" Satoru contemplated with a blink of his eyes behind his mask, "---But, It's not with me right now." He began to feign into patting the pockets of his pants, looking left and right as he shifted in his seat.

He actually had it. Even had it kept inside his pants aside from the new one that he was currently using. Nevertheless, this particular sunglasses have been put safely to the sides, kept under a drawer he seldom opens by dint of such adverse confrontation which has happened long ago. When even was the last time he had used it?

Gojo tried to brush off his deliberation with a smug huff to himself, his smirk falling on the spot as he heard you give prominence to your illogical wits towards the belief you had for him, "Then, this man is not you then. Psh. Trying hard, cosplayer." you prodded your finger over the torn, wrinkly manga panels that was placed in between you both, your unflagging persistence triggering a scowl on his Gojo's face which has gotten you raising a brow, which has instantly piqued your curiosity as this was the first time you've seen him be at least a little bit infuriated other than his supercilious persona.

"I told you, I'm a Jujutsu Sorcerer! The strongest, even!" Satoru emphasized, uncrossing his leg as his attention was solely on you now, beginning his verbal retribution to your unwavering resolution.

There was another special sunglasses in which Satoru had fished out of his pockets from the moment that the plane decided to lift off. The lenses were much in the rectangular size, rather than the ones drawn in the papers which were in the shape of a circle. You were tempted to take a hold for it and give it a try for yourself but forced yourself to cease those inquisitive fingers of yours. His sunglasses looked like it wasn't the typical---as if you weren't bound to see through it due to how Stygian it was. Why was he being too shrouded over his own eyes? Thus, this has spurned and added within the difficult inquiries of your conundrum over Gojo Satoru.

"This sun glasses drawn in the sketches is a whole lotta' prettier than the ones you have now. Just sharing my opinion---," pause. "---Not that you actually care nor is this really...you, Satoru." you've shaken your head to keep yourself from thinking anything else, your heart at bay for the restlessness towards anticipating on how your country has been. Was it still the same? Would it still be the same or will Satoru finally be on the winning lead this time because he has been right all along?

"---Though, Cheetah-tie here has an awesome set of cosplay sunglasses," pointing a finger at Nanami who was quiet on the side also paid no heed to your comment and had to secure his own specs by pushing his thumb and middle finger on the sides of his sunglasses, fixating them further.

The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer made it obvious that he has taken offense to that and snapped his head to where Nanami sat, pursing his lips together as he bluntly exclaimed, "Why does Nanami's sunglasses get to be called awesome and mine's not?!"

Ogling at the opportunity that Gojo wasn't looking, you've had the chutzpah to reach out a piece of tissue paper, formulating it into a ball as it was scrunched in the middle of your palm. He was thoughtlessly tittle-tattling over topics you couldn't understand with his co-worker---thoughtlessly. No. Satoru knew and could see your plans ahead but he was evaluating your actions and highly doubt you were planning to toss a meaningless ball of tissue at him when you've already had an idea of what he was capable of during that time back at the Hatagaya Abandoned Street Curse.

Howbeit, no. You've had to really launch a tissue ball at him in which got him ceasing in between his babbles as he didn't bother to look at you. The soft ball of tissue landed atop of his floofy hair that has got you clearing your throat when you've heard him call---or chastise a nickname that you were gradually becoming accustomed to since Satoru had started calling you it, "Where's the finger now, Nanami?---Really, Tiny-Chan? I knew you were going to throw that."

Gojo was beaming with his pearly whites without even sparing a glance. Did you anger him now? you mindlessly thought to yourself as he paused on the topic over what he was catechizing Nanami for.

"I knew it! You're actually blind!" The action earned an eye-popping moment for you, pleased to see the ball of tissue over Gojo's hair, hiding the smirk on your face with a stifled snort that had Satoru brushing off his soft, winter locks with the spaces of his fingers.

His simple gesture caught you off-guard that it had you take a dim view of it, an obvious lour etched on your face. Your excitement over being right swiftly being taken away just because you've found Gojo's basic hair brushing somehow beguiling.

It just looked so soft.

You've heard that tiny voice in your head whisper words in your ear, making you force yourself to shut your lips. Yet, your imprudent attitude was supervising you today that upon hearing what Satoru had to utter next, provoked a reference that came out of your mouth---one of your favorites that emitted another giggle sent towards the latter.

"I've had my Infinity off!" Gojo proclaimed, a palm on his chest as he clarified, putting an end to it and not attaching more details as to what Infinity he was pertaining to.

You couldn't help the beam forming on your lips, completely unsuspecting to what Infinity actually was for Gojo, acting flippant to the whole topic that Satoru was left huffing to himself that you even had the audacity to quote something he certainly had no idea about.

"To infinity and beyond!"

Gojo raised a reprimanding finger. In point of fact, the Jujutsu Sorcerer was just waiting for the time that you would believe that what he's saying is true. He needed the response of trust---although, he appeared to be a person whom people wouldn't trust easily due to his personality and nature---Satoru needed your 'all' in this. The dedication that you were bound to be tied up in the Jujutsu Society, as much as he was also entirely scoffing on the idea because a mere, non-sorcerer like you had the sole ability to know what you had for them---for him.

"Heh. You're going to regret spending a laugh when you finally have an idea of who I really am,"

"What? You're Gojo Satoru." you nonchalantly added as a matter of fact, seeing Satoru gloating over what you just declared out loud, heedless that Nanami was listening through the entire conversation. "---Just Gojo Satoru."

"Oi, Nanamin!" The latter loudly called out to his friend, earning a grumble of whispers before he could even finish his own sentence as he aimlessly pointed out to you who kept giggling for your witless humor that Satoru could clearly not fathom as it was a reference from your real dimension, "---Do you think I should..."

"No, thank you. Leave me out of the conversation." Nanami promptly closed his newspaper and snatched his sunglasses off his face, gently dropping them over the table that rested in front of his side of the plane, leaning an elbow on his own arm chair and glancing out of the cloudy horizon, shutting one's eye for what Satoru has been asking him about.

"I haven't even finished my sentence!"

Even so, the 7:3 sorcerer appeared to be aloof and irritated during the whole plane ride, you and Satoru have been heedless over the factuality that Nanami hearkened to the discussion at hand. He'd even discerned how Gojo ceased to use his infinity with you when he was thoroughly bound to utilize it even during play times like this as he was not one to lose or make mincemeat of his friends. For the most part, even just by thinking of some sort of revenge for him due to what kind of playful pranks or stunts that could leave a person from strangling him alive, he definitely wouldn't hesitate nor did he be in two minds over using his abilities to his own advantage.

Despite of knowing in advance that you were about to toss that tissue ball at him, Satoru had let you hit him.

Or it was probably just because he wanted you to have your fun.

Nanami leaned his head on the windows, momentarily closing his eyes as he sighed. The rowdy voice of Satoru resonating the entire plane ride and he couldn't help but cross his arms over his chest, regretting why he has been pulled out of the country to chaperone a woman he hardly knew of. Especially when his time of work was already done since the moment he'd arrived at the airport where Kiyotaka Ijichi had been.

She really be having the guts to sound so strong ain't she? LMAO. Also, y'all realize why I haven't let Satoru show his eyes yet right? Because from the moment he does---that's where y'all need to buckle up your seatbelts now...Heheheh.

Am I the only one where I find it sweet? I mean, the way how he didn't activate his abilities for Tiny-Chan when she had to throw that damned tissue ball at him? 😭

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What we've been missing (pt. 1)

Ateez x hybrid! Male reader

Part 1 of idk how many

Note: I have to split this up into multiple parts otherwise it would be hella long and take too long to make

You can find the whole thing with the tag 'what we've been missing' (once there's more parts)

"yunho! We're out of snacks again, can you go buy some?" the tallest looked up from his spot on the couch to the voice coming from the kitchen. He quickly got up and went to put on his coat, backpack and shoes, then grabbed his phone, wallet and house keys" I'll be back in a few!"

He quickly made his way to the grocery store, getting various snacks that all of them liked, paying for them and putting them in his bag. Trying to get back to the dorm as quickly as possible, as he knew how some of the members act without snacks

As he was walking back to the dorms, practically speed-walking to not get wet by the sudden rainfall, he heard a small sniff that stopped him in his tracks. He gazed to where the noise was coming from, a dark alleyway

He carefully walked into the alley, spotting a wooden crate, turned on its side so it could be used for shelter. In the crate, was a small boy, wrapped in a thin blanket, cat ears atop his head. 'it's a hybrid' yunho realised, he knew that even if they had some rights now, most of them still suffer from abuse and a lack of shelter

He crouched down before the crate, making the boy hide his head in the blanket "hey buddy, don't worry, I won't hurt you" his reassurances seemingly did nothing "are you hungry? I could give you some food" yunho tried again, taking his backpack and finding a suitable snack

The boy still hasn't moved, but was extremely tempted since he hasn't eaten in 2 days "here, you can have some of these cookies" yunho tried to offer the food, but the boy was still very hesitant, looking up at the man in front of him "it's alright, they're safe to eat, I promise"

eventually, the boy took the cookie taking a small bite to make sure that if it was poison, it wouldn't effect him too much. After feeling like it was safe, he practically devoured the thing "you must be really hungry" yunho handed him another cookie "so what's your name? how did you end up here?"

They boy froze up a bit, wondering if he should even tell a random human what happened. He did trust the man a lot more than past humans "y/n, my owners used beat me a lot, then one day, they went further and threw me out, this is my home now" Yunho frowned at that, he really despised how some people treat hybrids. To him, they are some of the most precious people on this earth and doesn't understand why others can't see it like that

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, no one deserves that" yunho noticed the rain getting heavier by the second "looks like we're getting a rainstorm tonight" he looked back at y/n, how would he ever survive this weather?

"how about you come with me? I have a home where you can stay warm and dry up, you don't have to stay long if you don't want to though" y/n weighed the options, go home with a seemingly trustworthy stranger or freezing out here?

He decided on the first option and slowly got up, not having the best balance, stumbling a bit "are you okay? Do you want me to carry you?" yunho went to help the male by grabbing his hands to keep his balence. Y/n slightly tensed up at the touches, but allowed them "I-I'll be fine"

Yunho glanced at the hybrid struggling to stay up "you don't look in the best condition to walk" he took his backpack and put it on his chest instead "you can get on my back" the young hybrid was a bit fascinated by how determined the man was to help him, he's never experienced something like this before

Carefully, he climbed on yunho's back, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck, and his legs around the man's waist "I'm not too heavy, am I..... ?" yunho giggled, realising he didn't tell the hybrid his name "yunho, and of course not, now, let's go home"

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By the time yunho arrived at the dorms, y/n had fallen asleep. He unlocked the door, trying to not make too much noise so y/n could peacefully sleep. He was however, greeted with the usual loudness at the dorms

"finally you're back, what took so- what's on your back?" San asked confused as he saw yunho walk in with an unconscious boy on his back "I found him in the alley, he needs a place to sleep for tonight and some food. So if you guys could be quiet and let him sleep that'd be fantastic"

To say the other boys were confused as well seeing yunho come in with a hybrid on his back was an understatement "wha-" yunho quickly shushed mingi, unwinding y/n from his back and onto the couch, where y/n immediately balled up

"why do you have a hybrid with you?" wooyoung whisper yelled "I found him on my way back, he needs a place to sleep for tonight and some food, I don't think he's eaten in a few days"

"I'll go get seonghwa, we can make a meal for him" wooyoung got up and went to the older's room. "he looks so peaceful right now" Yunho mumbled to himself whilst smiling "so cute" San said, leaning against yunho's shoulder to get a better view of the hybrid

When wooyoung returned with seonghwa to cook something for y/n, Hongjoong came down as well, wanting to know what was going on. What he didn't really expect was yunho and San looking over the hybrid, while the other three observed them from the other end of the couch

"yunho" said male turned his head to his leader "the clothes he has look pretty torn up, should I give him some of mine?" he nodded, happy to know the other members are willing to help him as well

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Y/n woke up to the smell of food, getting slightly shocked at all the new people. He clung to the only person he could trust, Yunho "hey, it's alright, they're my friends, they wouldn't hurt you" he hesitantly raised his head from yunho's chest to look up at the strangers. One by one they introduced themselves

"oh right, y/n, Hongjoong laid out some clothes for you in the bathroom, you should take a bath or shower first though" y/n nodded and let yunho lead him to the bathroom "can you wash yourself or do you need to help?" "I-I can do it myself, thank you" yunho nodded and left the bathroom

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Once y/n washed up and put on the clothes Hongjoong had given him, which was a hoodie and some sweats. He quietly made his way back to the living room

The members currently seated on the couch turned at the sight of the smaller male returning, some of them San cooed at how cute he looked. Y/n got a bit nervous and went back to yunho's side "what's wrong?"

"don't like people staring" yunho hugged the male and he immediately snuggled into him "you know you still have to eat, right?" y/n nodded

"yunho, the foods ready" seonghwa said as he came into the living room, his eyes lighting up and smile growing when he spotted the hybrid and how cute he looked cuddled up to yunho "hi y/n, I'm seonghwa, I'm the oldest here. We made some food for you, do you wanna come and eat it?" seonghwa asked gently as he sat down near y/n "c-can yunho come too?" seonghwa nodded "off course, now let's go, you must be hungry"

Y/n followed seonghwa with yunho in tow to the kitchen, where wooyoung was already setting the food on the table. When he noticed the three enter the kitchen, he smiled at them, more specifically, y/n. "hey y/n, I'm wooyoung. Me and seonghwa made some food for you, hope you enjoy"

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After the food, they all went back to the couch, y/n snuggling back up to yunho "he's really attached to you" mingi pointed out "I think it might be because he's had a rough past.... I think I'm the first person he actually trusts" a single tear slid down yunho's cheek

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"y/n we have to go to bed, where do you wanna sleep?" yunho asked the hybrid "um, I think the couch is just fine for me"

"are you sure? I can always let you sleep on my bed if that's more comfortable" y/n shook his head "no thanks, I uhhh wouldn't want to bother you more then I have to"

"y/n you're not bothering us, but if you wanna sleep on the couch that's fine, we'll get you a blanket then" as if on cue, Yeosang walked in with a soft fluffy blanket "oh, thanks Yeosang" yunho smiled as Yeosang handed the blanket to y/n

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Y/n tried to sleep, he did his absolute best to, but nothing could stop the nightmares from the past. It even got so bad he unconsciously shifted to his cat form. He needed something, someone there to comfort him, he had no choice but to wake one of the people in the house for comfort

Still in his cat form, he hopped of the couch and into the hallway. Now, y/n's initial plan was to just go to yunho's room, but he has no idea which room it was, they were all closed, so he couldn't see inside to check if yunho was in there

Deciding any of the members would be better than going back to have more nightmares, he started scratching on a random door, hoping someone would open it.

The door eventually opened after a few moments, a black haired man peeking through who y/n didn't seem to recognise at first, nonetheless he still slipped into the room

Upon further inspection, he noticed it was San that opened the door for him "y/n? Is that you?" y/n nodded "what's wrong, I thought you were sleeping on the couch?" y/n didn't make anymore sounds, jumping on San's bed, waiting for the latter to join

His gaze softens as he realised y/n probably didn't have the best sleep "didn't want to sleep alone?" he crawled back in bed as y/n laid down on his chest. San carefully reached out his hand towards y/n, quietly asking for permission to pet him

Y/n responded by putting his head in San's palm, giving him permission to continue. San did so very gently "it's okay y/n, I don't know exactly what you went through, but I want you to know we're nothing like the people who mistreated you" the hybrid started purring, eventually falling asleep "good night y/n"

[rpbetter]

You make some really good posts!! Can I ask something about DNIs? I know it's not directly RP-related, but I have trouble as an RPer with how many DNIs, with urls, there are now. I try not to interact with muns who have them, I block them, because it feels manipulative? But I'm also tempted to block people who follow those muns, because they probably think their DNIs are okay to have, so they're still "bad", just not as bad? Do you think that's overkill, am I shooting myself in the foot?

Oh, thank you! I'm very happy you've enjoyed them!

And, of course, ask anything at all!

I think, ultimately, the answer to whether that's overkill is entirely dependent on what your experience is and if you're happy with it. I don't think it is overkill at all, but if you feel like it is costing you too many mutuals, it might be overkill for you.

I'm a pretty insular RPer, I like a handful of close writing partners that I write a lot of threads with, so, having something like, under ten writing partners is great for me while it's miserable for other muns. I can go wild on blocking and not have it negatively impact my enjoyment, but I know that's not the case for everyone!

And I do, actually, I do go pretty wild with the blocking when it comes to things like DNIs. If it comes off as policing to me, not just something like a difference of opinion or a strong opinion on something, I'm going to block. Otherwise, it's just recognizing that this isn't a mun I'm going to work out with, but no hard feelings. With policing though...I don't want that anywhere near me or my mutuals, so, it's going to be a block.

Because they do tend to be in these odd, like, nested situations lol I totally will spend the effort if their DNI is bad enough to look at the muns they interact with and make sure I don't have future contact with them either. The RPC is such a big place, making it easier to forget URLs than to remember them, but it's also a place where we establish circles of contact, making it easier to run into the same group repeatedly. I feel like it's better for my peace of mind to be a little more certain than not at all that this isn't going to happen as easily.

If that DNI etc. has been so awful, I definitely don't require their mutuals professing the same beliefs as loudly as they are. If you interact with someone, maybe you don't know their pet fish's name or the obscure lore in a headcanon they posted five years ago or the rule they updated without telling anyone, but you do know what is on their pinned post or blog description or rules. At some point, we all visit each other's blogs in dash-view if nothing else when we're getting replies or checking for memes they might have posted, going through their tags, whatever. I do not believe that you're mutuals who reblog from each other often, reply frequently to each other, ship each other's muses and so forth, and all this time, you've somehow failed to notice your bestie mun is telling proshippers to die in their DNI lmao

No, you've seen it. And I find it extremely hard to believe, too, that it's never come up in conversation OOC either.

So, this hypothetical mutual is so oblivious to others, completely agrees with the other one's views while not feeling confident enough to share them publicly, or is scared enough of the other one that they won't disagree...and no matter which/which combination that might be, they're not a mutual I want.

Especially when it comes to a DNI with someone's URL in it. Hard pass on anyone who is okay with that!

If I visited a writing partner's blog, let's say this person is also my closest friend, I value them and the threads I have with them so much, and I saw that in their DNI they had dropped someone's URL? We would have to talk. I'd have to bring it up because it's the right thing to do (and would also be highly out of character for any of my friends, thus very concerning). There would have to be a question posed about what happened here, why did you feel like this was a good choice, and do you think it's increasing or lessening the problem to have that there?

Honestly, sometimes people do get so upset about something that has happened that their worst impulses are let loose freely. When you ask someone you have an established relationship with about that, unless you're being really hateful about it right off, it can help them settle down, take a step back, and see that this is maybe not the right action to take. To me, silence says you're okay with it.

When muns started putting more elaborate DNI's in, that alone rubbed me the wrong way because I genuinely do not think that the majority of that information is at all necessary. It's something I can see and fully understand minors doing, not because they're terrible or anything but because the impulses and rationale are just different. You're very much geared to be as loud as possible about things that are important to you, making them a part of you in a huge way, as a teenager. Shit just is unreasonably intense! But as an adult, I expect that behavior to be different. You don't actually need to say on your RP blog's DNI that "transphobes WILL be blocked!!!"

Well, yes, I should hope so lol we're a community filled with muns who are trans, I'd certainly hope you were not cool with that kind of thing. It's one of those assumptive states, it goes without saying because, in a group of legitimate adults, it literally doesn't have to be said that a trans mun in a group of trans muns in a RPC filled with trans muns would be intolerant of transphobic assholes.

And, no one likes a damn transphobe, it's not like this stunning, fresh information, here. Not making such a statement does not, in fact, act as a welcome.

Saying that, and I do not mean literally just that, it's just an example of the type of things found in a common DNI, is a little immature for me. Some of those things are, in addition to being purely self-validating: playing into the fear created by policing, virtue signaling, policing, or baiting. And all of them are pointless. Telling someone who would already be bigoted toward you and others to not interact if they somehow miraculously ID as whatever label that takes for them to not interact with your posts is waving a metaphoric red flag in front of a bull. Kind of like tagging a post as either "antis don't interact" or "proshippers don't interact." Actual quickest and most assured way to get that interaction!

I totally understand the age thing, it's self-protecting. Most people do respect it, but when they don't, you've clearly stated that this is not for whatever age group. Things pertaining to your writing and/or muse I also understand and think are great for a quick glance before someone even gets to the rules. Having in a DNI something like "muns who are easily triggered by gore" when you write a horror muse, for instance. You're advising them that this isn't a great idea for them, and it shouldn't be expected that you change your muse and topics because they decided to follow anyway.

But it became excessive very quickly, and there is the expectation that blogs have a DNI. The further expectation is that there be a specific list of things found in that DNI, if yours does not include it, you obviously don't have a problem with those things. I really cannot be okay with that, you know?

However, when it wasn't being used as a callout or a way to police, that was something that could just be ignored. Once URLs of other RPers started to appear, it was a whole other problem.

It used to be the pervading rule of the RPC that it is not alright to force other muns to chose between you and another mun that you had an issue with, but now we have DNIs with other muns' URLs in them. Now, it's the opposite take - if you have an issue with a URL being dropped in a DNI, or if you continue to interact with the mun, you're likely to get a callout or be on the receiving end of other bullying.

So, I very much think the self-insulating thing to do is to avoid those mutuals as well as the RPer with the URL-laden DNI. They could just block you, but is someone who was so juvenile as to put another mun's URL in their damn DNI going to be mature enough to do that? Will their friends once they complain about you? For me, it's too high of a risk of being around muns I wish would take a very long break from RP and only come back once they've grown up some.

I would never advise anyone to do something that is erring on the side of getting them into harassment water unnecessarily (as in, not something that pertains to digging in your heels and writing what you want or not tolerating bullying where you see it happening), and I feel like not doing what you are is that. However, I also am a firm believer in agency, even to make mistakes.

So, if you genuinely feel like blocking mutuals of someone with a URL-dropped/callout/other highly offensive and bullying thing in their DNI is costing you so many chances to RP that you're no longer enjoying yourself here? You might want to consider adjusting how widely you are blocking.

If that's the case, try going for mutuals who are what I call Casual Mutuals and leaving them open. Those are mutuals that the mun doesn't write with often or at all, they're technically mutuals because they both follow each other, but that's it. There might be some liking of posts or even comments or non-committal, OOC style memes sent in by Casual Mutuals, but that interaction is sparse and, yep, casual. These mutuals might legitimately be unaware of the mun's hateful, bullying bullshit in the DNI, or they are actually afraid to unfollow/block them at this point, so their option feels like staying around as quietly as possible.

With that last deal...you could even be doing someone a favor, Anon. When I've encountered that situation before, it's come about because the other person's Casual Mutual is painfully anxious, shy, and a previous victim of bullying. They feel isolated, they don't have many or any writing partners, and they really, truly, are terrified to distance themselves in a way that might be noticed. It's a type of toxic interaction that rarely gets mentioned in PSAs, presumably because it is so low on the actual interaction scale.

Giving them someone else in their corner, especially if that other mun is more open about their intolerant stance on bullying, can go a long way toward giving someone else confidence. I've had other people's Casual Mutuals become my Casual Mutuals and wouldn't you know it? After a while, they get braver. They see my friends and mutuals doing our thing without any of the bullying going on, they see us supporting anti-policing and not tolerating bullying, and they get brave enough to unfollow the hateful mun. It feels nice to even inadvertently help someone, and over the years, some of those Casual Mutuals have become great writing partners, too. People I would have missed if I had made the choice to block them by the association of a hateful mun they were trapped in the orbit of.

Just try to exercise caution! You seem like a reasonable person who doesn't mind truly thinking on things or doing the work required to be cautious. Assume the close mutuals are a problem, too, and block away. Build a wall with some razor wire on it with those blocks! Don't assume the low-interaction, very casual mutuals are, though. Check out their blogs for signs of agreement with Hateful Mun, and if they don't have any, give them a shot as far as just leaving them unblocked goes.

I also have to say, here at the end, that it's extremely nice to see that people out there are doing this. Honestly would have thought I'd be the last person to encourage a ton of blocking, but that's the environment of the RPC now, and it's really the only way we can deal with this issue. You can't reason with these people, you can't stop them, you can only stay away from them for your own good and send a message that this isn't benefiting them. Not everyone agrees with them, they're not going to keep having people left open for their attacks or their RP entertainment. And if enough people are just walling them off, that is a message they'll have to receive because RP runs on interaction with others.

They might think they want every "nasty ass" xyz Problematic RPer to block them, not interact, or vanish from their view of the RPC, but I don't think they realize what that really looks like. What it looks like is a huge percentage of the RPC missing, including people they didn't realize were "problematic." We tend to be quieter, wanting to stay in our own lanes and actually enjoy the hobby and each other. That's why they have to resort to shit like making everyone pre-guilty, or setting up traps to catch people out on being "gross."

So, I genuinely do not think they're prepared for the rude awakening of silence that would happen if we all actually vanished, but I am dying to see it lol and do sometimes have to wonder if the complaints about the RPC being dead/dying/empty, not in a fandom but overall, are coming from the purity police some of the time. It's quite active over on the Leave Folks Alone Over Fiction side of life :D

[punkscowardschampions]

Bea & Buster

Bea: Buster, you need to come back and explain what's going on Bea: You've scared your sister half to death Buster: I'm sorry about Nance and I've said it to her, but I can't Bea: Yes you can, you can always talk to us Buster: Make her leave first Buster: Send her to Granddad's or wherever Bea: Right Bea: We will Buster: Mum Buster: I'm sorry, alright Bea: Whatever you've done, we can sort it Buster: Not this time Buster: It's too late Bea: It's never too late Bea: and we can do anything, that's what we do Bea: Talk to me Buster: I don't know how to say any of this Bea: Just say it Bea: Don't bother trying to sugarcoat it, I can handle it Buster: Okay Buster: There's a girl saying she's pregnant with my kid Bea: And it's possible it's yours, of course? Buster: I don't remember, but she says it is Bea: You don't remember? Buster: No Buster: I was having a bad night and I was in a state Bea: Right Bea: We'll get the paternity and then we'll go from there Bea: This doesn't affect your plan, you still go to University Buster: There's something else Buster: This girl, you know her. Bea: Who is it? Buster: It's Chloe. The same one who Nance had all those problems with Bea: Oh Buster Buster: Don't Buster: I know Bea: I see why you want Nancy out the house Bea: but you're going to have to tell her Bea: and I don't know if me and your Dad can make that right for you Buster: Yeah Buster: She's only just forgiven me for sleeping with her Bea: You've got a lot of thinking to do Bea: Do you really want her in your life for life? Buster: Of course I don't, but she's keeping the baby so there's nothing I can do about it Bea: You always have a choice Bea: she's making hers, that doesn't have to dictate yours Buster: It already has though, if it's my kid I can't just turn my back Bea: You mean you don't want to Bea: if that's what you're doing, take ownership of it now Bea: no child wants to be a burden you have to deal with Buster: Trust me, I'd love too Buster: I don't wanna have a kid Buster: Not with her and not now Buster: But it's not an option to just act like this ain't happening, is it? Bea: Of course it is Bea: but if it's yours, you're gonna know that and then you've gotta deal with that Bea: but it's still an option, let's not pretend it isn't Buster: I don't wanna be like that Buster: You all hate Drew for that exact thing Bea: That's different Bea: You're not going to then hang around and dump another child on her, are you Buster: Obviously not, but it's still gonna fuck the kid up anyway Buster: She can't do this on her own, literally, she shouldn't be doing it at all Bea: Plenty of kids don't have Dads Bea: She's got parents Bea: Don't make any decisions yet Bea: because you don't even know if it's yours Buster: Mum, you didn't hear her Buster: She's not taking this seriously in any way Buster: I'm actually scared of how much of a mess this'll be Bea: I just don't want you getting attached to an idea that might not be real Bea: it might not be your mess to sort Buster: Let's hope not Buster: I told her to get the DNA before she talks to me again Bea: I'm not trying to be harsh about it Bea: But if you can save yourself the hurt then, I'm going to try Bea: You can plan your next move when that's sorted, either way Buster: Can I stay here for a while? Bea: How long? Buster: I don't know Buster: If she gets the DNA done now that'll take a week at least, so I read, but who knows if she'll drag her feet on it Buster: Her parents don't even know yet so Bea: Silly little girl Bea: Well, if you get it sorted with your School, get your work sent over Bea: I don't have a problem with it Bea: Are you planning on telling Nancy or waiting 'til you know? Buster: I should wait but being in the house with her and not telling her is gonna be fucked up Buster: Should I stay somewhere else or what? Bea: Maybe Bea: We can't very well ask her to leave Bea: We'll give you the money if you need for a hotel Bea: I don't think you should tell her until it's confirmed Bea: no sense before Buster: Yeah okay Buster: Chlo wants me to tell her parents with her and I said I would but Rio reckons it's another mistake Buster: Tell me what you think Bea: You've talked to Rio about this? Buster: Nance contacted her looking for you Bea: Yes, but your sister said she could get nothing intelligible out of you Bea: I'm glad you calmed down though Bea: I don't know, it can't hurt to be there Bea: gives you some control over your side of it Bea: Just don't let them pressure you into conforming to what they'll want for her, or let them put all the blame at your door Buster: I won't Buster: Is Nancy alright? Bea: She's fine, just shaken up Bea: You'll need to think of something to say to tide her over Bea: or we can but Bea: you can't leave it like that, really Buster: I'll sort it Buster: Are you gonna tell dad or do I have to? Bea: I can but he'll still expect to talk to you about it Buster: I can already hear what he's gonna say, but sure Bea: Give him a chance Bea: he's been there Bea: Kind of Buster: No he hasn't. It couldn't be more different and this couldn't be a more stupid mistake to make Buster: I should know better. I do Bea: I hate to burst your bubble but you weren't part of the master plan, not just because we got one free Bea: You adapt Bea: Not going to kill you, or stop you from getting what you actually want Buster: She might. She's unhinged Bea: Buster, I might be dealing with this extraordinarily well but it's still not a time for jokes Buster: I'm not joking or laughing, mum. You know what she's like Buster: I shouldn't have trusted her when she said she had it under control, I should've insisted that she get the pill with me instead of just letting her fob me off Bea: You can't control how she behaved or behaves Bea: but you know, if it's yours, we won't let anything happen to it, yeah? Buster: You can't promise me that, can you? Buster: The first thing cancels out the second thing Bea: I can Bea: If you think I'd let anything happen to you or my grandchild then you don't know me very well at all Buster: I know enough, like Buster: How the fuck did you do this, me and Nance with uni and everything? Buster: I'm not ready for any of it Bea: What's the alternative? Bea: Not do it? Not an option Bea: You just do Buster: You wanted to, is what you mean Buster: No matter what Buster: I don't feel that. I don't feel anything like that Buster: Not about this Bea: I wanted to have a good job, use my brain, make a lot of money Bea: I HAD to look after you two Bea: How could you? It isn't real yet Bea: you've not even seen her in person, never mind had the DNA Bea: it isn't real 'til they're here, even then, you autopilot through a lot of it, that's the truth of the matter Buster: I don't want it to be real Buster: And I don't want things that are to be ruined Bea: Then fight to make it so they aren't Buster: I'm trying Buster: However it looks to you, I always am Bea: Good Buster: Rio thinks Chlo might tell Nance before I can Buster: What happens then? Bea: Hm Bea: I hadn't thought of that Bea: Do you think she's likely? If you don't do anything to provoke her in the meantime Buster: I think she'll wanna keep me on side Buster: She cares what everyone thinks, like the only time she was real was when I mentioned telling anyone that the kid might not be mine Buster: She's gotta know that's a step too far, right? It's not like tagging Nance in morning after pics or whatever Bea: I think you're right Bea: if she does it, she does but at the end of the day, it's going to be bad regardless and you know it so Bea: don't let her rush you into doing or saying anything, that's safest still Buster: You're not wrong either Buster: Thanks Buster: And thanks for not losing it at me Bea: What's the point? Bea: It's done now, you have to deal with it and so do I Buster: But it's my fault, I did it so you can be angry if you want Bea: No Bea: What's it going to achieve? Bea: I'm hardly thrilled but Buster: It made me feel better, for a second Bea: Well, I hope it's worth it when refurnishing your room is coming out of your account Buster: 'Cause shopping is such a punishment Bea: What do you want, grounding? Bea: You're not a child anymore, Buster Buster: Obviously not, can't be if I'm gonna have one myself Bea: Well, debateable but pretty much Buster: Well, if I'm gonna do a decent job of it, like Bea: Don't get carried away yet Bea: Focus on getting your head on straight Buster: Calm down, mum I'm not gonna rush out to meet Chlo and baby shop Bea: I mean it Bea: That'll fuck you up Buster: Like I'm not fucked up already Buster: But I hear you, okay Bea: You're fine Buster: You have seen my room, yeah? Bea: I meant on the whole Bea: and you'll be fine Bea: I assume wherever you are now you aren't smashing it to pieces so Buster: I'm not trying to get banned from every pub in the area Buster: Especially if you're letting me stay here Bea: That's what I thought Buster: Send dad over if he really wants that chat Bea: I'll take you up on that Buster: Keep it public so he can't fight me Bea: Behave Buster: Tell that to him Bea: He'll be fine Bea: Strict instructions Buster: Yeah? Bea: I don't need more broken furniture in my life thank you Buster: Do you need me to come back and clean up, for real? Bea: It'll be waiting for you whenever you get back, I'm not touching it Bea: We've cordoned the area off so Nance's bloody baby doesn't get any glass in its paws, heaven forbid Buster: 😂 Bea: Do we need to send Rio a sympathy fruit basket or? Buster: I mean, who's gonna say no to such a tempting offer Bea: You weren't awful were you Bea: Poor girl Buster: No more than usual Buster: She can handle it Bea: Yes but it's not her job to handle it, not that I blame Nance Buster: I told her to go but she wouldn't Bea: She's not afraid of you Bea: Good on her Bea: I'll give her a bottle with her fruit basket Buster: Like anyone in this fam is Buster: Even Nance lasted well considering Buster: She got the worst of it Bea: Yeah Bea: Well she's made of tough stuff Buster: Which one of them are we talking about now? Bea: Both, I'm sure Buster: Yeah Bea: Where are you? Dad's now heading off Buster: [sends location because I'm lazy and can't think of one] Bea: Well, we're back to London tomorrow Bea: so, I'll see you when you're back? Buster: I'll do my best not to trash my room there too when I am Buster: And I'll keep you posted on the Chlo situation Bea: If you could, would be greatly appreciated Bea: Of course, let us know if you need anything Buster: Yeah, I will Buster: I know I've already said it, but thanks Bea: No problem, kid