#like its so surreal. every now and then i just remember oh my god this is toontown.

[strawglicks]

having a "wow. my favorite childhood game i played since i was 5 came back to my life in a whole new way with new characters and expanded the universe in ways little me never couldve imagined . this shit ive been obsessed with for almost a year is the same game i played at 5 years old" moment

[mystsee]

DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

PREV ✦ PART 5

✦ about: you realize you do need simon.

✦ content: NSFW 18+, afab reader, squirting, breeding, cum play, domestic fluff, marriage mentions, slight anxiety, no mentions of y/n.

✦ a.n: ahhhhh my babies

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“what did you just said?” did you hear him well? move in with him? “i said, move in with me” simon tightened his hold on your waist. he felt your body tense as soon as he said those words.

“but, simon, i-“ you took a hard breath “i don’t know if that’s a good decision?” you thought maybe he felt pity for you, maybe he was just asking this as friends? “hey” simom said turning your face over to his “you don’t need to answer me right, just think about it yeah?“

“okay” you said in a small voice

-

you remember how you never talked with him about moving in, even though you dated almost 2 years, commitment scared you, and him.

moving in with him was a serious talk, and you never dared to mention it. simon on the other hand never found the chance to ask you.

he hated when you left at night, hated when he came back to his flat alone, hated when he had to go running to your apartment because he fucking needed you so much.

by the time he was gathering the courage to ask you, distance made its appearance in your relationship. he ranked up, you were focused on your job. he knew your relationship was dying.

everytime he left he remembered the ring in his drawer. simon knew he was in love with you. yet never said anything, he never said i love you to you and neither you.

except for that night

୨♡୧

simon fucked your brains out that night, god knows which round was this, but you were exhausted as hell “come on baby, i know you can, just give me another one” simon had you on your back, legs pressed to your chest, grinding his cock on your pussy

it felt surreal, he kept hitting all the spots that made you see stars, you were crying by now, whining his name like a mantra “i can’t simon, it’s too much” simon just shutted your mouth with his lips, his forearms were next to you head, feeling his hands hold your face delicately.

until one of his hands moved downwards. you were so cockdrunk you didn’t even feel it. simon in an instantstarted circling your clit so fast, slapping it every now and then.

it was overstimulating you. but in a good way “s-simon it feels so good” you were a moaning mess now, everything felt so good you were sure you were about to pass out.

“come on love, i want you to cum with me” he was holding his orgasm back, he could feel your breasts pushed on his chest everytime he moved, your nipples too. he was such a boob man he was adoring this. his other hand on your head moved until he could grab one of your breasts.

he started pinching your nipple, rubbing it, grabbing your breast and just holding in there, everything felt so fucking good to you you didn’t even feel your orgasm coming

“oh my fucking god” he could feel your orgasm approaching making him start pounding on you so hard your hips were probably gonna have bruises tomorrow “there you go sweetheart, cum on my fucking cock” and that was all you needed.

simon just saw the way you closed your eyes, grabbed his back with all your force and moaned so fucking loud. he came in an instant. thick ropes of cum painting your walls white

you were so focused on your orgasm you never noticed you started squirting. hard. but simon did, making him cum again. he could see all your squirt on his abdomen, coming out so quick of you he even pulled his cock out of you to see it.

in a second he felt another orgasm coming, the view was so erotic he cummed on the spot. he was on his knees now, no hands needed, just seeing his cock squeeze all his cum out his hands squeezing your thighs. he was a moaning mess too, his abs clenching everytime he cummed. he felt another thick rope of cum, making him lose his force for a second, almost falling on top of you, but he managed to keep his forearms up.

he wasn’t thinking when he started grinding his cock on your stomach, cum still coming out of him, and now near your breasts. you were slowly gaining consciousness again, feeling something gliding in your stomach.

it was until you saw simon’s cock grinding on your stomach you felt yourself squirting again, how the fuck? “simon” you moaned his name so loud you were sure the neighbours were going to complain.

“i’m here baby, fuck, i can see the mess your making from here” you could feel the sheets wet under you, blush coming full force in your cheeks.

“look at all you made me cum” you felt simon’s hands on your face now. you could see half of your stomach covered with his cum. you could also feel all of simon’s cum coming out of your cunt. the sheets were definetly stained now.

you weren’t thinking when you moved your hand and gathered all his cum on your fingers, putting them on your mouth

simon was getting hard again “you tryna make me cum again doll?” you just laughed mischeviously

you locked your eyes on him smiling “come on, i need to clean you up love”

one thing about simon is his aftercare is from another world, he peppered you with kisses while you were on the bath, on your neck, on your head, on your shoulders, just everywhere.

you were seated in front of him. simon was busy cleaning your body, his hands roaming all over your body, specifically your breasts, he stayed there massaging them for a while, just playing with your nipples.

“simon” you whined, he was overstimulating you :( “sorry love, got carried away”

simon changed the sheets while you were inside the bathroom brushing your hair, he just put on his sweatpants no boxers and waited for you in bed

as soon as you laid in bed and curled up on his chest, exhaustion began.

“i’m sorry for the mess” you slurred on his chest, simon just laughed softly “nothing to be sorry about love, that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen”

you just punched his chest, and in an instant you were dead asleep. simon stayed awake for a while, just seeing your sleeping form made him feel something inside him.

he couldn’t see himself without you, you were his everything now, a part of his life.

“i love you” he said it so low you couldn’t even hear his chest rumble. simon just kissed you on the head and brought you closer to his chest.

the next morning simon had a painful erection, and you were practically on top of him. you woke up feeling something between your legs, but, connected the dots fast.

“horny aren’t we?” you whispered, simon was still asleep.

you moved yourself sideways, and brought your hand closer to his sweats. as soon as you brought them down and saw he wasn’t wearing any boxers, your mouth watered.

his erection just popped out on top of his stomach, painfully red, and waiting to let his cum out. let’s just say you spent your morning pleasuring simon as much as you could 🫠

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simon always knew your relationship was based on actions rather than words.

you always organized his apartment when he left for a mission, cleaned his room, cooked for him, practically spoiling him everytime he came back from a mission.

and the ring always stayed hidden on his desk drawer, even after you broke up with him, he still kept in inside his drawer, never wanting to forget you he still loved you so much

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you couldn’t sleep that night. simon stayed and helped you clean up your apartment, the domesticity of it making your mind run a million thoughts was moving in a good decision? maybe it’s time to leave this place, it’s full of bad memories now you thought.

yet a small part of you was scared, scared of fucking it up with him, scared of doing something wrong. your previous relationship messed up your head, making it harder for you to trust.

as you were cooking the next day, a subtle nervousness bubbled inside you. thoughts of moving in with him filled your mind with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

deep down, you couldn't deny the genuine desire for being with him again, you could do things right this time. the anticipation of sharing your space with simon and intertwining lives together brought a beautiful vulnerability to the relationship.

maybe this was what you both needed. and that’s when it hit you, simon didn’t text you today, you did tell him you needed to think about it, yet you felt anxious, what if he left again for a mission? you would miss your chance!

a sudden warm feeling settled in your chest, you longed for him, the desire to be with him again surged very quick. it wasn't just about moving in with him; it was to feel the comfort of his presence, to be wrapped in the safety of his arms. in that moment, the anxiety you felt transformed into a yearning that could only be eased by the simple pleasure of being close to him once more.

it was snowing outside, yet that didn’t stop you, you grabbed your jacket and left running. the cold was hitting your face very hard now, making it red, but you didn’t care anymore, you needed to be with him.

you saw the familiar block near you and felt the anxiety on throat. thoughts of what he might think, what he could say, echoed relentlessly in your mind. creating a knot in your stomach.

each passing second intensified the unease, desperately hoping for reassurance and warmth.

outside his door, your heart raced as you knocked, the sound echoing your anxiety. the moment he opened it, your eyes locked, and without a word, you kissed him.

desperation fueled your actions you instinctively reached for his shirt collar, pulling him closer. you felt home again

the kiss held pent-up emotions, longing and a silent plea for closeness. time seemed to pause as your lips met, the intensity of the connection momentarily eclipsing any lingering uncertainties.

his response was immediate, a reciprocation of the intensity that crackled in the air. the outside world faded away as the kiss deepened, becoming a language of its own.

it was a fusion of passion and reassurance, a shared moment that spoke volumes without a single word. his arms enveloped you, drawing you even closer, as if trying to bridge any emotional gap that lingered between you both.

in the intense embrace, the worries of what might be said or regretted melted away, replaced by the warmth of him. he pulled away first, breathing hard, his deep voice getting you out of your trance.

breathless, you looked up at him, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "what am I doing here? i needed to see you. needed this" you replied, your voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.

he blinked, a mix of surprise and concern in his eyes. "you walked here?" a gentle worry in his voice as he pulled you inside, closing the door behind you. the warmth of his apartment was a stark contrast to the chilly night.

“maybe” you said shyly, simon just got rid of your jacket, holding you at arms length. “bloody hell, you’ll catch a cold” simon worried voice spoke.

"i don't care about the cold," you confessed, meeting his gaze. "i care about being with you."

"i came here to say i do want to move in with you," you admitted, the words escaping with a vulnerability that surprised even you. "i need you, need us to be together."

simon didn't respond with words. instead, he silenced your worries with another passionate kiss. it was a response that spoke louder than any affirmation could.

simon picked you up, and held you very close to him, he had you back again. you felt the door behind you now, making simon put his hand behind your head. the kiss felt so deep you could feel how simon felt.

he thought maybe you would leave him again, maybe he spoke too early, but as soon as you said those words, relief washed all over him. you were his again.

“i missed you so fucking much” you said with such a fragile voice, emotions getting the best out of you

as simon wrapped his arms around your waist, a sudden wave of emotion engulfed you, threatening to spill over.

the realization that he was by your side again, became almost overwhelming. the words caught in your throat as you fought back tears, unable to contain the warmth that engulfed your chest.

your quiet voice admitted it "i missed you so so much" a simple yet profound truth that carried the weight of every lonely moment you had endured in his absence.

"i missed you too doll, more than words can say" he responded, his voice laced with a sincerity that mirrored the intensity of your emotions.

a shared acknowledgment of the profound impact of your connection. as you held each other again, you felt genuine joy of being together again.

“just know that you won’t get rid of me now, nor ever” a promise simon felt deep in his heart. you kissed him again laughing a little.

simon smiled in between the kiss, sealing the joy of being together again.. he had you back again ♡

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my man deserves happiness 😖

AHHHHHH y’all just wait, i’ll make a make up sex drabble after this 😏

but! this was the actual last chapter! hope u liked this small series!!!! 🤎🤎🤎

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[sociallyawkward--fics]

HEY BACK AGAIN. idk how long its been cuz mobile is trash but me n my friend were talking abt how we were in a lot of the same fandom spaces as kids. Sanders sides being one of them. n i was like..... Long shot but do u know sociallyawkward--fics.. n at first they were like no i dont think so.. but then they looked u up n went OH MY GOD YEA??? ill send u a screenshot off anon but i told them we were friends n they said it was like finding out i knew a celebrity LMAO -H (ironic considering theyre prob more popular on ao3 than u😭 they briefly turned back into a 12yo fanboy)

its still so crazy to me ive known u for so long n met him like 3-4 years ago worlds collide ..... Also u can post this though im off anon if u want idc -H

ALSO. since im here. idk if i ever told u my age but when i sent my first ask to u i was probably 11. maybe 10 even. im turning 18 in a couple months now. its hard to bring myself to read some of the asks (ok most of the asks) i sent u over the years bc i was an incredibly anxious and awkward autistic kid. But u always treated me with so much love hahakjs at the time i was rly struggling n had very few friends n AS MUCH AS IT MAKES ME CRINGE TO LOOK BACK ON u were honestly the only older person i could talk to n it rly meant a lot lol. im so much more confident n comfortable in myself than i was all those years ago n ik i dont send u asks nearly as frequently anymore but tbh even if eventually its only once every few years ill always think back on u so fondly n gratefully. Neway i literally hate being sappy so ill shut up here but yeah. Thanks n such -H

ALSO IDK IF UR ACTIVE ON AMY SOCIAL MEDIA RLY?? BUT IF U R I CAN GIVE U SOME OF MY SOCIALS mostly i just tweet abt my day occasionally on twitter but i also have a sideblog where i post art. just thinking that maybe then i wouldnt have to be like 'and heres a quick summary of the past 8 months' n u could check up on me whenever instead of only seeing me when i send asks😭 -H (its also so less formal cuz when i send in asks u Gotta respond whereas if i post 'just ate a kickass burger' u can just. Like it. idk idc either way but lmk ^__^)

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I'VE BEEN MEANING TO ANSWER THESE FOR MONTHS SINCE I'VE BEEN USING TUMBLR AGAIN AND MY LACK OF OBJECT PERMANENCE HAD ME KEEP FORGETTING I AM SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭

dkjfhkdhf omg that is so wild that you have a friend who also knows about me dkjfhdsf Sanders Sides (back when it was waaaaay smaller of a fandom lol) was the first (and tbh only, really) fandom where i had any real level of "popularity" as a fic writer, and i fed off that high for SO LONG lol -- hearing that people were obsessed with my work, both then and now after the fact, is genuinely so surreal dfkjhdjkfh like. i am just Here, i am just Some Dude who wrote some words that got them weirdly popular at 17-18 dkjsfhdkjfh (also cuz i try to gather all your asks into one post, you continue to remain anonymous just cuz i copy-pasted them into the post in the same order they were received lol)

Dude it is CRAZY that you are almost 18 (or, by the time i am finally managing to answer this with my Bad Brain Powers procrastinating it so long, already 18) -- I looked back and I was 18 when you sent your first ever ask to me dkjfhdf that's so wild. I am so honored that you saw me as an older person you could come and talk to, even if it was just through anonymous tumblr asks for the past 6+ years lol. I always think of you fondly too, and I am so proud of you for the way you've grown up and grown into your confidence

ALSO YOU CAN TOTALLY SEND ME YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA djfdjdsjkf you can absolutely send me any of your socials!!! I know your main blog because you've sent some asks without it (have I ever remembered to follow it??? I meant to but I can't remember, this is also a Brain Forget-y Accidental Procrastination thing), but I would LOVE to see your art sideblog and def feel free to send me your twitter!! I have not opened my twitter in like. 3 months, because i was having Unhealthy Habits so i tucked the app into a pocket out of site and stopped using it for a while, but I am doing better now and would definitely open it back up more often again to see what you were up to

Also!!! You can always feel free to DM me on any of my blogs/sideblogs here on tumblr, too! You don't have to wait to send an ask (though I love receiving asks from you, don't ever feel like you have to stop even if we connect elsewhere!), you can always DM me on any of my blogs (or on any other socials we may exchange, too!)

[blindrapture]

MONDAY JUNE 6TH, 2011 ("Doppelganger")

7:46 AM This place has a basement.

7:54 AM I’ve been waiting for a while now. Nothing’s happened. I guess not every basement is a rabbit hole.

7:56 AM Shit. It was only when I left the house’s front door that the rabbit hole “kicked in.” This is a library. The library extends far off into the horizon. It’s one big building. I guess apocalyptic monsters like to read.

8:01 AM “British people.” “French people.” “Spanish people.” …what’s down “American people?”

8:03 AM Millions and millions and millions of books, oh my god. The title of each book is someone’s name. …Rhodes, Annabelle?

8:05 AM I opened it, but it would only go to one page; every other page felt glued shut. The page was towards the end of the book, and it said “First they take my family, now they take the cool dudes in the record store? This is starting to turn from scary to stupid real fast. Meh. I gotta find a hotel, I’m sick of sleeping on the streets.“ These books contain our lives. That book contains the life of my ex. It’s.. surreal.

8:10 AM I found Fentzy’s. I.. I just want to make sure she’s not dead. I mean, the chances of her dying are very slim, but.. I JUST WANNA MAKE SURE. “Woke up. Dreamed of the Beast. Still finds me even in New York. Is it even real? I’m.. gonna try to go back to sleep. Hopefully when I wake up Dwyn will be back.” There, she’s alive, that’s all I wanted to know. And it’s a relief. Now, let’s see what else is around here.

8:17 AM Other people? One person. Old man. He’s entering the “British people” section.

8:18 AM ..he’s got my book. Holy fuck. He can flip through all the pages. “Good morning, young nomad.” afdijadjsi Hi! Um. ..where am I? “You’re in my Peisistratos. I let you in, you could say.” And who are you? Chuckled. Grinned. “Doppelganger.”

9:53 AM ..I’m in Spain again. I’m in a shop. The old man looked at me and held out the book. And.. he said something. I don’t even remember what.

9:55 AM What he said was written in my journal. o_o I don’t remember it!

10:25 AM I miss company. I’d even settle for Mistress. I’d love to just have someone to talk to.

10:39 AM Bright sun today. …wait, that’s not the sun.

10:45 AM It was a fucking.. You know that thing from Teletubbies, the sun with a baby’s laughing face in it? Yeah, that’s what that was. Except it wasn’t just laughing; it was in fucking hysterics. But it was about as hot as you’d expect a mini sun to be; I couldn’t let it get too close or it’d burn me up. But throwing the crowbar at it made the sun disappear. I don’t get paid enough for this shit.

10:49 AM ..ope, the babyface sun is back CAN’T TALK GOTTA RUN

10:53 AM IT’S LAUGHING SO LOUD I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING BUT ITS FUCKING LAUGHTER

11:00 AM CAR ..the Babyface is crying. It’s flying away. The car, what the fuck. That’s a pickup truck. And the people inside are waving for me to come in.

11:13 AM These people speak English. They call themselves “freelance rebels.” They said Spain is mostly free of the monsters because of the SLCEMs. The driver asked where I was headed, and I said Manresa. Come to think of it, I don’t even know why the hell I’m going to Manresa. The puppet driver guy told me about Ferdinando in Berga, but I’m only going to Manresa because…. well, the SLCEM messenger was supposed to, I suppose. But whatever. It’s a lead.

11:19 AM One woman here’s from Finland. I asked how she got here, and she said she was lost in a rabbit hole for days. Oh god, I hope it wasn’t the Dogscape one.

11:30 AM Road sign said “Manresa.” Shit, that was fast.They’re dropping me off here. There isn’t a single building over one-story here. Everything that used to have a second floor… well, they seem to.. have been levelled. It’s like a giant sword went through and cut all the tops of the buildings off.

11:37 AM My paper says the second conversion will be of a guy named Danny Ligato. Where could he be?

11:46 AM Asked a person, they pointed at a building nearby. Let’s do this.

11:51 AM Found him.

11:54 AM “Ohhhh Danny Boy, the pipes… the pipes are calling.” I heard someone singing that as I killed him, I swear I did. He tried to defend himself with a gas canister, but I thrust my thrusty trusty crowbar forward, through the can, and through his skull. He’s not alive anymore, needless to say. ..I’m sorry.

12:02 PM Where am I even going now? The paper says my third and last guy is some dude named Gregori Rimara. But where is he? I’ll ask around. Lloret de Mar Right off the bat, people were able to help me. They wrote it down above. Lloret! They told me to keep going south. Said it was a seaside town.

12:09 PM …gunshots.I heard “el bufon blanco.” Fuck.

12:14 PM RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING I MADE IT OUT OF CLAY AND WHEN IT’S DRY AND READY THEN OH GOD I HEARD A MOTOR START RUNNING RUNNING FASTER I MADE IT OUT OF CLAY AND WHEN THE GUNSHOTS FALTER THEN RUNNING I’LL DO ALL DAY RUNNING RUNNING FASTEST I MADE IT OUT, NO WAY I’M PROLLY GONNA DIE, THOUGH SO TELL FENTZY I LOVED HER. …AY. ..THOUGH I’VE ALREADY TOLD HER THAT SO UH… TELL ANNA. I DUNNO, TELL SOMEONE. TELL ANNA, AND THEN TELL SOMEONE. I GUESS. ..I’M NOT DEAD.

12:39 PM I’m hiding out in a bathroom. o_o

12:41 PM Yeah, I think I’m safe for now. …yep, that was a rabbit hole somehow.Where the hell is this.Tripped over something. ..MOVING I’M MOVING WHOA LIGHT THIS IS A ROLLERCOASTER I AM ON A ROLLERCOASTER HOW THE FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

12:56 PM Oh god, it stopped. The fuck was up with that. This is some kinda amusement park.

1:11 PM Okay, I’ve been looking for a while. Can’t find the exit. There’s a lot of people here, and they’re all shadows. Freaking Shadow People. Great.

1:12 PM I asked one where the exit was, and a whole line of them disappeared. The line’s leading in this direction, so let’s check that out.

1:15 PM This is a hall of mirrors, not an exit.

1:16 PM All of a sudden, the park is empty. ..maybe the exit’s through the hall of mirrors. What could POSSIBLY go wrong.

1:19 PM It’s just one long hall. I see the exit at the other end. A shadow person’s there, waiting for me.

1:20 PM This is one long hall.

1:21 PM …wait. That’s n.. the hall’s only half as long as I thought; that’s a mirror. There’s a shadow person at the entrance. …then where’s my reflection?

1:22 PM Oh dear god I’m a shadow. ..I need to get out of here, they say. The mirror is what could be. Where’s the exit, though?

1:24 PM I fell. Through the floor. Now I’m in a sewer.

1:28 PM OH DEAR SWEET Oh. It’s.. not doing anything. It’s a motherfucking alligator. But it’s not doing anything. It’s not breathing or anything. Just standing there, eyes open. Standing on its fucking hind legs. The fucking Bipedagator.

1:29 PM ..I can hear breathing. I’m walking faster now.

1:30 PM Second sound of footsteps in water from far behind me. From where that Bipedagator was. Fuck.

1:31 PM running running running i made it out of sewage and when it’s dry and ready then sewage will be fucking RUN OH GOD RUN ROAR HEARD A ROARLIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL GO GO GO GO LET THERE BE LIGHT THAT’S NOT LIGHT THAT’S A BABYFACE FUCK BIPEDAGATOR’S THERE CORNERED oh god no no no please I love life please no. >_< EAT CROWBAR BIPEDAGATOR KAY BYE OH GOD RUN RUN RUN TAKE A LEFT HERE NOW A RIGHT LET’S TRY FORWARD

1:39 PM Ladder!

1:45 PM I’m in a warehouse, just.. ohhh my god. I shut the sewer entrance. Now I’m safe. Safe, that is, except for the man in the room with me. ..that’s the creepy red-jacket man. o_o I stepped forward, and suddenly, he was just.. gone. Right, well. Door’s over there.

1:52 PM I’m walking through loads of hallways. No windows anywhere.Big double doors here. This looks promising.

1:56 PM Holy goddamn. I’m in space. The Sun of Nothing’s over there. I’m floating towards it. It’s actually just a black hole. Fuck Okay, I grabbed an asteroid-type thHOW AM I BREATHING, I forgot about that. Am I really in space? Probably not. I grabbed an asteroid, though. Now I’m not floating towards the sun, the sun of nothing. It’s also not really a black hole; I was wrong. It’s a giant eye ball. Not sure how the fuck I got the two confused, in retrospect.

2:14 PM Okay, uh.. fuck. There’s not really much to do except hang on to this asteroid. HALP? Fuck it, I’m letting go.

2:15 PM FARRRRRRRRRTHURRRRRRRRRRRRR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWAY.

2:17 PM Yeah, so wherever I am now, I’m looking in a mirror. I see myself. I’m… uh.. This is a bathroom. Okay.

2:20 PM I’m back in the real world now. No idea where the fuck I am. Guess I’ll keep walking down the only road I’ve ever known, like a drifter I was born to walk aFUCK YOU SHUT UP I WILL SING WHAT I DAMN WANT

3:01 PM This sign says “Manresa,” and a triple-digit number. Fuck, I’m going the wrong way.

4:41 PM Oh my god I hate walking.

6:38 PM I’ve got to be getting close to Lloret, surely. HEY DON’T CALL ME SHIRLEY LULZ I’M SO WITTY

7:24 PM “Lloret de Mar, 69.” …heh. “69.” Heh heh. Ha.

8:45 PM God, I am exhausted. Fuck it, I’ll resume walking tomorrow. I gotta get some sleep. I mean, a Mistress’s bitch has gotta sleep, ain’t he?

9:11 PM This house looks as good as any. I’ll stop here.

(Attached: ”While ancient Greek heroes lost on adventures through other worlds often had to test their wills and the very idea of who they were, Jordan is not an ancient Greek hero. All he can do is wander through a thousand meaningless worlds until he thinks he sees meaning, and that’s when we can come in. Let me tell you about the time I met myself. Long ago, during my stay in a country at the time called Aegyptus, I had learned that people worshipped me as an arbiter. I used this as an excuse to step into human affairs and keep the peace; I broke up a fair number of atrocities and gave the people something to believe in for a time. But something about my actions in Ukhu Pacha still left a barb in my heart; how could I be the arbiter when I had revived the greatest threat to the universe? More on that in another note. At that point, the only thing I thought to be certain was that I had made a mistake. It was with this thought that I heard the unmistakable meow of the Omen marking my arrival home. And it is because of all that I have just written that, after stepping into my home for the first time in months and coming face-to-face with an identical copy of myself, I punched it– myself– in the face. He had no sunglasses covering his unseeing eyes, this doppelganger. His face had grown over with foliage quite thick: a goatee of pubic lice. His hair brought to mind Skwisgaar Skwigelf on a black dye-it. His clothes, faded surely with time his lonely friend, consisted of a rag so long I mistook it for a dress and shoddy sandals scarcely scraping together. He was exactly as I, a moving mirror, malnourished to the Bones. I felt sure our consciousnesses would merge, but no such mercy could come my way that day. Who would you say holds the obligation to speak first in a chance encounter between identical selves? How would English grammar allow that question to be answered? I could say I had the obligation, but if he is I, then which I is it that holds the obligation? One would assume, I suppose, that any attempts to communicate would likely result in both speaking as if one. Mirrors, bah. In any case, the sentence two sentences ago is a fallacy– experience, not identity, dictates action. I spoke first. By which, I mean he. -- What the fuck? Said me, or he. -- My thoughts exactly, said I the narrator. Who are you? -- I’m Thoth, arbiter of the gods. Who are you? -- You am I– Stuttered I, I am you. -- How is that possible? -- My thoughts ex– uh, yeah. -- What the actual fuck? The conversation went nowhere for a while. I apologized for punching him in the face. He said he understood and asked me what memories I had. I recalled my time in the past and my long walk home. He spoke of galactic fugues and leaving his own: The apocalypse took him or me to a land of confusion, as they said once in the 80s. I or he watched worlds breathe new life from within my or his self-inflicted prison in the skies. I or he felt so proud of them that he or I composed a funeral march for the evil we or they had just vanquished. This guy, I the narrator thought, was more pretentious than I. ..the narrator. I couldn’t stay there all day– that is, still I the narrator– so I entered Tuonela and immediately found the Colour of Blood, who will always find you. The other me, however, snapped his fingers and went his own way.Then the Colour of Blood told me we gods had to arrange a thing or two. But enough of my ramblings. I am old, and you came to read the same journals everyone else did.”)

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5.07.2024

random and happy entry bc im alone going home but i just still cant wrap my head around harry being my boyfriend like its so so surreal. its like the best transition ever like friends to lovers arc is so real rn and im eating it up. like i think the best of this man and he just keeps getting better everyday i didnt think that was possible ever but somehow he proves me wrong without even trying. the guy ive liked for so long is just mine now??? thats CRAZY like i remember pulling topics out of my ass when messaging him so early on in the friendship just to keep talking to him snd wanting to get to know him and for some reason he always felt so out of reach but now hes just not and so far his family likes me. its so toxic to think that im waiting for him to tell me hes joking but thats trauma and insecurities screaming at me when i know he likes me and i very much like him and i should enjoy that hes just mine and boy do i enjoy it and every bit of him and his presence. okay rant over ima simp for my boyfriend and i love it here hes mine forever at last (his only escape is death and god forbid that)

adding this later now that im home but oh my god sometimes i just lay around and think about how pretty he is too like his smile actually makes my hesrt skip a beat and i love his eyes so much theyre such a beautiful bright brown i could actually stare into them forever if hed let me

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Big Shiggy Daddy Ch2

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It's the next day and you have to face some pretty horrific realities. Your daughter insists on staying while you want to escape you're Yandere Mothman. Are you getting used to your new home?

Chapter 1 for those that want it.

Warning: Knotting, death threats, magic, Shiggy in a cute frilly pink skirt, hurts so good lemon, Moth Shigaraki is still a mean yandere and is a real dad.

I know most people use y/n for your name. But I can not bring myself to it! It interrupts the flow and harshes my mellow, I will never use it. So, its Ur (aka Uri) Name from now on, but rest assured you are the one being thoroughly used by Shigaraki.

Chapter 2

You wake up with a jolt and a sense of déjà vu.

Looking over, you are sure it's no longer a nightmare. It's grim reality.

You're in a giant bird's nest, nude and sore all over. The ache between your legs hurts most. You groan at the memories. Goddammit, you hate yourself. That monster felt good. Shigaraki didn't even stop after the first orgasm. He kept going until you were a jabbering mess begging for just one more. You felt like crying.

Chouka clearly packed your bag. No underwear and primarily shirts. You grab a pair of pants and an I'm with stupid shirt that points straight up. Oh god, how telling, you think, rolling your eyes at the lack of irony.

You follow the sound of Chouka's laughter. The butterfly man with the long hair that came to his knees lets Chouka give him a haircut in your pink frilly skirt. She created a unicorn with his hair and cut random chunks off carefully away from his dropping antennae. She lights up when she sees you, and he eyes you with distrust while he scratches his fur ruff.

"Look, I'm making Daddy look pretty," she shouts. She does a few more cuts and screams, tada! His hair falls down shoulder length. It looks very nice. "And I made pancakes!"

Chouka was never much of a talker or excitable. Now you're starting to wonder if that was just because of you. You go to check the pancake batter. You lift the wooden spoon, and it's runny with eggshells that cascade back into the bowl.

"Chouka, when did you learn to make pancakes?" you ask. She wrinkles her nose.

"How hard can it be? I made cake batter and put it in a pan. I used my leftover birthday cake and added egg with water. Tada!" she says, shrugging. Running over to take a bite of hers. "It's cruncher than I remember, though."

"I like the crunch," The winged man rasps, taking a tentative bite. Chouka is eating a massive chunk of ham like its candy while avoiding the crunchy cakes. This feels so surreal.

"Chouka, that's too much meat for the day," you scold.

"No, it's not," Shigaraki challenges while taking a sip from his mug. He picks up another mug and spits out the coffee grounds. Chouka quickly shoves more into her mouth. Not wanting to defy you but still wants the meat.

You toss most of the dirty dishes in the metal tub next to an old-time hand pump you've seen in period piece movies. There is a knife right there. You grab it and look over to see Chouka shaking her head no vehemently. The Man who called himself Shigaraki looks charmed as he watches you, his blood-red eyes following your every movement. You toss it with the rest of the dirty dishes.

"Chouka, your…Shigaraki and I need to talk," you say hesitantly. She finishes the meat and looks to Shigaraki, who raises two fingers, which signals Chouka to take off.

"Mommy, you need to see my new room. I'll clean it. I have a real English tea set. Toga got it for me. She's my new friend too and I invited Haco over. He said he will be over as soon as the 'burnt shit bag dickface’ will let him," she giggles, running off. The second she is gone, and out of earshot, you get in his face. His wings flutter, and he smiles as you rant.

"Listen here, you kidnapping rapist piece of shit. That's my daughter! I gave birth to her, and I raised her," you hiss. His face gets close to yours.

"That's not true. You can ask her. I have been in her life since she grew in her fangs and was able to walk. I would sneak in a play with my daughter every night. Do you have any idea how many times she has asked me why you hate her?"

"Fuck you! You are a fucking liar!" You scream at him.

"No!" he hisses, rising like a venous snake. "Fuck you. By the way, I'm down. You loved it so much last night. I wouldn't mind another girl." He leers at you. You raise your hand to slap him. Shigaraki is quicker. He has your hand in his grip, pressing down on several fingers with his thumb, shooting horrible pain through your arm. You fall to your knees and grit your teeth. Panting into his grinning face, you continue.

"You are doomed. Do you know what happens to rapist kidnappers in prison? What will happen when the heroes get ahold of you" You spat at him. He bursts out laughing.

"Oh no! I'm so scared. Look at me quake in fear. I already told you that you're in my world," he stops, and his antennae waver. "I understand the kidnapping. I put Chouka to bed; she needs to nap. But what does 'rapist' mean?"

"Are you serious? What are you some kind of hermit caveman? Or are you just stupid? It's hard for me to tell." He lets your hand go, and you wipe away the tears you didn't know were running down your face until now. He cocks his head at you. "A rapist is what you are. A person who forces another to have sexual intercourse without permission."

"Ahhhhh, well then that is true. I never bothered to ask permission. That is a concept that is not often used here for females. I don't understand why you are so mad. You didn't give permission beforehand, but you seemed happy during. In fact, you begged me to cum in you."

"That's not consent or the point. You abused me. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to trust anyone after that? I suffer from sleep paralysis because of what you did to me," you sniffle. He rolls his eyes at you.

"Don't be so dramatic. It sounds like buyers' remorse to me. Why? You have Chouka. You climaxed all over my cock, and soon our family will be bigger," he shrugs. Your mouth drops open; again, everything feels so surreal. If it wasn't for the throbbing pain in your hand, you would still believe you're in a nightmare.

"Oh, I get it. You are fucking insane. A delusional sociopath. Fine, keep being delusional. But the fact is Chouka is my daughter, not yours. At best, you're a sperm donor, and at worse, you're the rapist who snuck in my bed one night, that's it. A kidnapper is a person who takes another person against their will. When we get out of here, the heroes will tear your butterfly wings right off," you say. Standing, rubbing your hand, and eyeing your surroundings. He smirks at you.

"Chouka will have something to say about that. She explained to me that you will be like this. Chouka told me you're like a new puppy. You will spoil the carpet a few times, but then you will adjust and be a good girl." He pats you on the head. A patronizing act you swipe at him for. He jerks his hand back too quick and chuckles at your weak efforts of defiance.

"I have to go pick up Haco. By the way, I'm a Mothman, not a butterfly, Chouka and I are nocturnal creatures. Go ahead and try to escape without Chouka. Only once, after that, you will not find me so kind. I think you will be surprised about just how much no one will give a fuck about how I "kidnapped" you or "raped" you," He says with air quotes. "If you try to escape with Chouka …. well, I can't guarantee the outcome or even my reaction. I doubt I will be merciful if that's any kind of reassurance. Futures can branch in so many ways. I'll be back soon," He says, walking off.

With his back to you and with his new haircut, you see he has a human skull pattern between his shoulders. Underneath are boney hands with skeleton fingers branch into his wing pattern. Fuck! Does he have a death head moth quirk? Everything about him screams danger. He is so quick you have no idea where he went.

"Chouka! Chouka! Goddammit! Chouka where are you?" you start to scream. She runs out and up to you. You wrap your arms around her and start crying. She pets your head and tells you it will be ok. “No Chouka we have to go. Leave everything here. We need to run now," you snivel at her. Chouka shakes her head at you.

"No, mommy. I love it here. I love daddy," she whines. You want to shake some sense into her. You have to calm yourself and breathe as the therapist told you to.

"Chouka, that man is not your father. He is a kidnapper and rapist. He's dangerous, and we are going home," you say through tense gritted teeth. She shakes her head no again.

"No. I couldn't tell you. You were so sad and mad at me all the time. But daddy has been taking care of me when you were too sad or mad. I thought you didn't love me anymore, and daddy told me that wasn't true. That you loved me but had your own demons that made it hard to see me. When we move into our real home, you will have the time to slay them and see me. I don't want to leave daddy. He loves me. I'm not alone anymore," she burst into tears, and it's your turn to comfort her.

This is bad. You didn't think things had gotten that bad between you and Chouka. Her words felt like a gut punch. You really thought you hid your resentment and alcoholism from her. But Chouka has always been more preceptive than you like.

"Chouka, I am so sorry that I have not been the parent you needed. I will try harder because I love you very much. Mommy's stress is not on you. But that man. That man is a bad man and has hurt mommy. We need to go," you tell her firmly. She lets you drag her along to where you think the front door or cave hole or whatever it's called.

"Mommy, we can't leave," she wails.

"Oh yes, we can," you snap. Chouka is resisting and whining as you drag her to the entrance. The argument is so distracting that when you see the night stars, you turn to yell at her. And then scream when you nearly walk off the edge. Chouka yanked you back. You almost fell on top of her. She stands over you and shakes her head violently.

"You can't fly, mommy. We are in his world, and there is no place to go. I love daddy, and I'm never leaving," She says firmly and as she stomps away. That was Chouka having a tantrum.

Getting up, you look out into the night and edge towards the ledge. Looking down, you realize that you would not survive that fall. Worse, you are not confident enough in your climbing skills to risk it.

The moonlight seems off. The shadows all over the ground, and trees are casting two shadows. You look up to see the moon. It seems off too. Smaller, and its face didn't seem right. You look over and gasp. There is a second moon, smaller and was definitely not the moon you remember. Shaken, you go back in. You feel a little dazed as you watch Chouka navigate the strange primitive kitchen. She is making tea.

A thing you did not teach her. Now that you think about it, you never let her play with hot items. Yet there she is. Pumping water into a pot. Placing it on a strangely carved circle. She touches it, and it glows with heat. She moves on to put tea leaves in the ornate English porcelain teapot. Biting her tongue in concentration.

"Do you want help with that?" you ask. Chouka shakes her head no.

"I invited Haco over for tea. I can make it. It should taste better because I made it," She says, dumping half the bag into the pot. "Toga got me a real English set. Can't wait to try sipping tea with my pinky out."

You can't help but smile. Chouka can see the possible future; it makes her so sure about things like this.

"Obviously, but can you help me?" you ask. Chouka looks up and chirps at you.

"Help you?" She asks cocking her head to the side.

"Yeah. I have no idea how to work anything. And I have a craving. No, a need for cookies. Cakes and biscotti."

"What's bis-bis-cotti?" she flutters with a smile.

"It's a crunchy cookie stick made for tea parties. It is a must for any tea party. So, can you please help me," you beg.

"You never baked before," she says.

"I used to. I actually ran a successful pet treat business. But it wasn't making the kind of cash we needed. But now we have free time. Tell me about this, Haco." You say, standing and pulling down the mixing bowls.

Shigaraki considered dropping Haco. The teen still didn't talk to Shigaraki and when he went to pick him up. Dabi laughed at him, and it still rankled.

"Your narcissistic optimism is boundless. It's a quality we share and makes me very proud of you," Dabi chortles.

“Shut up Dabi,” Shigaraki hisses.

"I will. Because I'll be here waiting. Ready for the day you stop playing daddy and come back," Dabi scoffs.

"I'm not playing daddy. I am a daddy. A fucking big one. The fucking best one, you bitch," he growled.

"Of course. How are things going with the mother?" he queries, quirking an eyebrow.

"Like wedded bliss. It's going great. She's happy. Gets to spend more time with Chouka. Our nest life is the best," he says as he knocks over several of Dabi's potions.

"Can we go?" Haco asks Dabi, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

"I'll have him back in a few hours," Shigaraki tells Dabi.

"Don't bother. It's not like he cares," was the only thing Haco has said to him so far. He had considered dropping Haco, but allies can be found in strange places. When they entered, the place was filled with laughter and the smell of baking.

Haco runs to Chouka without so mush as a thank you for not dropping me.

"Chouka, you can bake?" Haco yells, smiling, running away from Shigaraki.

"My mom just taught me." She flutters. "We have a real tea party!" Haco stops and blushes.

"Just don't tell the others, ok?" Haco whispers.

"Why not?" she whispers back.

"They will want to join, and I like talking to just you," he says shyly. Chouka laughs, and Shigaraki is suddenly there in his pink skirt.

"Can't wait to try your baking butterfly," he rasps to Chouka.

"Don't remember you being invited," Haco snits.

"I'm her father. Did you think I was going to let you play in her nest with the door closed?"

"Alright, it's party time. Hey Haco, I'm Ur Name. Everyone calls me Uri, though. Chouka has told me so much about you. Let's get this party started," you say. Cringing inside at how incredibly stupid you sound. He shakes your hand.

"Pleased to meet Chouka's mother. Ms. Name," He mumbles before he takes the hot teapot from Chouka.

Chouka was ecstatic to have her parents and her new best friend playing together. Shigaraki and Haco stared at each other in heavy silence. Shigaraki occasionally spits out leaves. Haco and Shigaraki ate most of the treats. Chouka whispers in Shigaraki's ear, and he grunts. He offers you the last of the snacks, and you thank him. He seemed a little pleased with it. When it was time for Shigaraki to drop off Haco, you lightly touched his arm.

"We need to talk in private when you get back," you tell him, and he nods in response. You go to help Chouka clean up. She goes on about her new gifts and her party. Shows you all the things from your house that was brought here. Everything in her room. You leave her to play while you wash the dishes.

Shigaraki was back and in your skirt. He plops down on your old couch. His feet on a coffee table. You know it's a coffee table because Shigaraki and Chouka put several half-drunk mugs of coffee, which Chouka insisted you leave there. He watches you with crossed arms as you sit in front of him on the table. You smile, and he narrows his eyes in suspicion.

"Well, let me start. I noticed I'm incredibly fucked. I went outside and saw two moons. I have a few questions about that and some other things. But in the meantime, I have talked to Chouka, and it turns out you are a lot of shit, just a huge pile of it, but you're not a dishonest shit. So, I really want to figure out how we are going to do this. Because I have a feeling, you're not going to let us go," your lip trembles.

His expression softens as he touches your jaw with his terrifying claws. He smiles at you like a gremlin.

"No, I'm never going to let you go. I believe we can make this work. For Chouka at least," he rasps with a lilt of joy. You nod.

"I've noticed you are very good with her. Better than I have been. I really hate to admit it, but she has been really happy. The happiest I've ever seen her. You never complained or said no once to any of the things that clearly make you uncomfortable. I was also told you were there for her all those long nights. I'm really grateful for that." You say and jerk when he pulls you to him. Pressing you tight against his chest, forcing you to straddle him. He's inhaling your hair and fear as you gasp for air.

"How grateful?" he rumbles in your ear as a hand slides to your ass. You timidly wrap your arms around him. You nuzzle into his fur, which is amazingly soft and scented like musk, pepper, and cedar. A combination of smells that reminds you of hikes in the mountains back home.

"Very grateful," you breathe. "I got to get to know my daughter today. I would never have been able to without you. You are undoubtedly her father. You are letting me spend so much time with her without the stress and worry of working for food. You are a good daddy. You've been like a big sugar daddy, providing for me," you moan. Snaking your hand under the skirt and stroking his huge length. You kiss him with a passion that makes him harder and whine in your mouth. He's hungry for you and shows you.

He lifts you and shimmers his wings, and nips your lip. His claws are trying to yank your pants open at the waistband of the zipper.

"Fucking buttons," he growls. His feelers tremble when you stop him.

"I can get them off. But only after we put Chouka to bed. Then explore. Hmmm, I've so many questions. I've never heard of, or seen, or touched a Mothman before. Strange dreams and sleep paralysis don't count. So, after we put Chouka to bed, let's get to know each other. Ok, Shiggy Daddy?" you ask. He grits his teeth and growls.

"I like the sound of that. We can play as long and as hard as you want," he answers, heaving with lust.

"Ok, daddy. Give me the grand tour. Chouka and I have been baking all night. So, show me our new home," you smile.

"Anything my darling wants," he sighs, setting you down. He uses the skirt to hide his hard-on.

"First off, you can rock a skirt, but why are you wearing it?" you ask.

"Chouka says I should be more modest around you. The skirt fit, and I like how loose it feels," he rasps. "I'll show you around. I can show you so much. I can show you magic. I can show you my world. Come, let's start here, then work our way to the nest we'll be sharing." He holds your hand tenderly as he guides you through the wide tunnels and rooms. Nothing special. He avoids the room at the end of the hall near Chouka's room.

When it was time for bed, Chouka was bouncing like a kangaroo all over the furniture. Her little wings are flapping like mad. She dodges just out of their reach.

"I want to fly!" she yells.

"That doesn't start until puberty, little butterfly. But daddy will take you for flying lessons tomorrow," he says as he tries to catch her.

"Really!" she squeals.

"Yes," he answers as she launches herself into him. "I love you, daddy!"

"I love you too. Now go to bed," Shigaraki says, giving her one last squeeze before he sets her in the nest.

"Wait. Let's brush and braid your hair," You say. Combing your fingers through her dark silken locks, avoiding her sensitive antennae.

"There you go. I love you. Goodnight," you say, giving her a kiss.

In the hall, Shigaraki doesn't give you enough time to say anything. His tongue is in your mouth. His body pressed you against the wall. Pushing your legs open. His knee rides up to your hot center. Again, he struggles with the front of your jeans.

"Get these off," he grimaces. Red eyes are burning with lust.

"No, not in front of Chouka's room. Let's go to ours. Or that room. What's in that room?"

"Our nest it is," He growls, lifting you and carrying you to the nest. Laying you down smoothly in the nest. He watches closely as you undo the top button before he roughly yanks the pants from your body. Leaving the stupid, I'm with stupid shirt on.

"Want. I want. Give me. Let me taste all of you," he demands. His mouth and tongue are everywhere. Crawling under your shirt to play with your chest. He doesn't let you take it off. It bunches around your neck. You cry out as he nips and sucks your tits, your neck, your tongue. Rough fingers with sharp tips invade the space between your legs to spread them wide for his eager mouth.

"Wait! Remember exploring?" you shrill as his tongue plunges into your pussy, making you writhe and moan. Holding you steady as his tongue twists like a tentacle in your core. Pleasure is quickly building as he eats and licks you like a starved man. He's keening while his wings flap; your inner walls are tightening, and your flavor is becoming sweeter. He is ruthless and demanding when you cum on his tongue. Trapping him with your legs and yanking his soft hair.

"Stop! Too much! I'm sensitive," you moan. He growls when you grab his feelers and tug. It adds more sensation. You let go and writhe from him.

Licking the last of you off his lips, he grabs your legs and pulls you to him, laughing.

"Wait, I need a minute," you pant.

"No. It's my turn now," he snickers.

"Come on, I have never even seen what you are screwing me with," you pout. He cocks his head and vibrates his antennae and wings.

"It's just a cock. It's my cock, and it's not that unique," he says. You sulk some more, and he lifts his skirt to show you. You cringe inwardly at yourself because the sight of a whole of him is beautiful.

"Oh," you gasp. This large insect-like man lifting your frilly pink skirt to show you his perfect and massive cock was making your pulse beat faster. Warmth spreads over your cheeks and between your legs. Under the scratches, Shigaraki has a masculine angelic face. His dry lips crack into a smirk when he sees you blush. His chin is still wet with you.

His neck ruff puffs in pride, and his wings flutter in a rhythmic dance. You thought it was big. But your imagination was all over the place of what the internal dick would look like. Would it be scarred and chapped like his face? Moth's genitals are a wide variety. A part of you wondered if it was insect-like.

No. It is large and pale as the rest of him. Human-like, with a longer head and a vein traveling up one side. There are two bumps, a large one at the base the balls normally would be and a smaller one above it. He flexes, causing all the lean muscle to pop out. The red tip leaks and jerks towards your hand when you move to touch it. You yelp and jump as if it tried to bite you. Shigaraki chuckles.

"You like it. I can also purr similar to a cat. You relished it the first time," he leers at you. You feel like you're ready to explode with embarrassment.

"Don't you feel shame?" you shoot back.

"Not generally. It only gets in the way of what I want. Right now, what I want is for you to get on your hands and knees. Take all of me like a good girl," he hisses, letting the skirt drop to crawl to you.

"Wait, I thought we were going to fool around. You promised to answer some of my questions," you say, backing up. "Like what those bumps are."

"Those are my gonads, and that little one is my knot. It gets a lot bigger, trust me," He grabs your ankle. "Speaking of which, if you want to talk, we can after you take my knot. I think you call it pillow talk?"

You didn't imagine seeing his cock would be intimidating. But the mention of knots and remembering the pain you had to go through prior to pleasure has you running from him. You back up to the lip of the nest and try to stand to climb over it when he grabs you roughly.

Flipping you on your hands and knees on the lip of the nest, gripping your hips, forcing your ass up to him. He has you pinned. It happened so quick you were stunned. You slam your knees shut and squeal when you can still feel his cock at your entrance. The head of his heavy cock slicking with the mix of his precum and your essence. He can't hold back any longer. He is already past his limits with patience.

He grips your waist and sinks into your waiting folds. Shigaraki continues to engulf himself in your tight pussy. Growling and grunting, when he bottoms out, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against your cervix, causing a twinge of pain. You squirm and cry. He stops to let you adjust.

"Finally. You are being so nice for me. With your legs closed, you feel a little tighter. Such a good kinky girl. I would never have thought of this position. I love it. I love you," he coos in your ear. All you can do is moan and hold onto the nest. His thrusts start slow and gentle. Stroking over the sensitive spots of your walls. Pulling out halfway to work himself back in.

Even while it's slow, it still hurts, and you whine about it.

"Well, if you're going to complain and be ungrateful anyway, I might as well let loose," he growls. You are clinging to nest and beg forgiveness as he pounds himself violently into your tightness. Your teeth and nails are digging into wood and breaking. All of you feels like your breaking, making you dizzy. Your cunt tightening and getting wetter around him is making him feral.

"Fuck, so good. I can feel you are about to climax on me. Shame I can't look in the eyes in this position, but you can gain my favor by calling me 'daddy.' Call me Shiggy daddy like before. I enjoy the way you say it. Say it, or I'll get aggressive," he threatens. This isn't aggressive? Your mind screams.

Bracing yourself while he thrusts, humping you like a dirty bitch. You scream daddy repeatedly, pushing back into him as your pussy grips at him. Your entire body is tightening around him as you have the most intense orgasm of your life. He is grinding you into the nest and flapping his wings so hard he's leaving you breathless. Still pulsating and spasming, he thrusts into you, chasing his own orgasm.

Finally, he lifts off and lets you breathe. You try to wriggle away from him, holds you in place when you feel his teeth on your neck. With a bruising grip, he shoves you back into his hips hard, roars, searing pain as his knot fills you.

Growling while spilling his seed into your womb, his cock and knot throbbing as he pumps his cum deeper in you. You weep. It really does hurt so good, but it hurts more. You shouldn't have complained. You are starting to wonder if you can do this. If you can keep up this act. He releases his bite and replaces it with a hand.

Yanking you back into the nest. Embracing you in a spooning position while his hot knot keeps you tied. You gulp for air and start to sweat, making you cold. He adjusts a wing to fold over the both of you. It's surprisingly warm. The hand is suddenly wrapped around your throat again.

"I know you want to ask about that room again. That room is not for you. If I catch you trying to get in it or have gotten in it without me present. I will remove a limb. Hmmm, maybe bite each one of these delicate fingers off." He lets go of your throat.

You pant in fear as he grips your wrist and brings your fingers to his mouth. He sucks each one, one by one, making a lewd popping sound when he pulls them out of his mouth. He giggles while you watch him, his eyes heavy with satisfaction and adoration for you. He lets you jerk your spit-covered hand back.

"Oh, the look on your face. You must think I need that shirt if you thought I had really fallen for your sweet little act after only being here two nights. Although I do appreciate the fucking. I want to keep my promise and make Chouka a big sister." He kisses you and runs his claws through your hair. Petting you like his favorite bitch.

"You dirty fucking dog. You knew this whole time, and you let me debase myself. You said you could show me magic. Well, I want to see it," you yell at him.

"I keep my word. I'll show you magic. Nothing useful for escaping. It's truly for your safety. The forest has many things that will eat you the second you set foot on the ground," he snickers. "When I soften, we can go again. I'll be gentle this time," He says, running a hand under your shirt to lightly caress your breast and rub his thumb over your nipple.

"Yeah, ok, we can go again. As long as you are kind. Fucking asshole. Do that purr thing," you hiss at him. You gasp as he rumbles, purrs that you can feel in your core while he's still in you. You pray he doesn't know about the symbol you painted with your own blood under the nest. You remember the note Haco passed to you when he shook your hand.

Sex magic. Only magic u can use. Draw this symbol under ur luv nest. Get n2 library. Burn after reading. Luv-D <3

Chapter 3

[miutonium]

I can't sleep because i am lowkey nervous about tomorrow but also I just want to show yall basically my art progress (in terms of rendering) in the spam of 1 year contracting Utonium brainrot hhhh it's so surreal to see how different both of them looked like ahaha

(for guide, first pic to last, 1st week july 2021>3rd week july 2021>21st Nov 2021>9th Apr 2022)

Also witness me talking about each journey of my progress undercut lol

I cAN TOTALLY EXPLAIN THE FIRST 2 PICS. The first one is exactly from a year ago when my brainrot just started and I was like "well fuck I guess I have a new f/o now". If you ever see or feel familiar about the first art even though you prooooobably never see it,

its because it was an original picture for this redraw a few months AFTER that pic

Also if you notice, the art style for that one is totally different from others and shhh the reason it was like that is because initially I want to draw them in my actual artstyle around that time and I dont want it to follow the same artstyle like in the show. My friend said Utonium kinda reminds them of that guy from clo.udy wi th a ch.ance of meatb.alls and im like "oH SHITTT". There's more drawings of Utonium pre-brainrot era with this kind of artstyle in my folder but I don't think the world is ready for that yet lol

Anyway as I progresses to the 2nd pic, I changed my mind and was like "wait I actually WANT them to look like they're in PPG and not my own artstyle" so I slowly draw both of them to look more like the ppg style if you understand what I mean??? Althoughhhh in the 2nd pic I still want him to look a bit like my own style with my own touch and despite how much I don't like the reboot, I actually like his gray hair on his sideburns??? So if yall remember that phase and followed me from way way in the early days of this blog, I used to draw Utonium with those streaks before I gradually stopped doing that because of.... actually idk why I stopped??? I should totally add the grays back because I love it actually lol but anywayyyyyy the 2nd pic was also around july too me think? So there's probably like a few weeks gap between the actual totally real not clickbait picture of Chloe and Utonium 'together'.

That was how my render looked like for a few months until november (the 3rd pic).

So in the 3rd pic, I discovered this very magical spectacular magnificent function on CSP called t E xt U r e and holy fuck, let me tell you, I feel like I am a changed person. I was never the cringe person with mediocre render like I was, this legit marked a cultural shift in me, I just feel like I've been blessed by god himself. I spammed the fUCK OUTTA THOSE TEXTURES like it was MY BUSINESS. i pAID CSP FOR FULL PRICE I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO USE IT TO ITS FULL CAPABILITIES AND SQUEEZE IT OUT OF ALL IT'S WORTH. Although I must say, my render time after that significantly increases. By standard I used to render around 3 hours? Now this bitch took 6 fuckin hours to completely. It wasn't a daijobu era ngl 😔😔😔

And holy fuck do I have a fuckin field day with it. You think I was a changed man back then? I have ascended, I am now r e b o r n. My friends feared my, my peers stared at me, my teachers are baffled by the amount of brainrot I drew at that time. How am I real?

I rendered like that for around 4 months until I discovered something even more cooler:

B L E N D I N G M O D E

Okay jk but hhh anyway for my current render; it's kinda more like an accidental discovery? I wanted to look for ways to cut render time because it was really tiring for me to render with a fuckton of texture layers and I also wanted to emulate my fav artist's render style soooo bad (it was luoman if anyone asked) and I kinda figured out how they did it? I mean they still do it better but like I was really inspired to be like them and lemme tell you, I cried for 3 days 3 nights unpaid vacation time when I figured it out. I wasn't kidding when I say I feel like I am a new person. I am quite pessimistic tbh, I'm insecure about my art but like this is the first time in like 3 years ever I feel like I did a major progress and I feel really good.

Why did I made this post? I actually dont feel good about myself, maybe because I am nervous about my test tomorrow and I just need a quick mood boost from myself. I don't believe I did any progress. But now, after typing all of my thoughts at 3 am, after I just put art phases of my braunrot together, kinda believe I actually did progress and I am proud of myself ;w;

[theshelbyclan]

Memories of Polly Gray: Business

Summary: The Shelby’s are determined to no longer let people walk all over them. And just like that, the Shelby business is born (part 5)

(gif my @nofckingfighting​)

A/N: It’s been so cool to see people are sending me love when it comes to this series, thank you all so much! So this is one part I really wanted to write, which is about how the Shelby’s got into their business and the years just before the war. The series references a lot to the war and how it changed them, but little is mentioned of how they were before. So, as always, most of this is just my personal headcanon on the subject. Hope you like it!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 Words: 1326 ***

1910

I used to dream of a horse in the sand. Of sunlit-illuminated, in surreal dream-like imagery, highlighting the contours of a magnificent horse. Slowly I see its legs, its muscles, his sheen, his mane…his eyes. He shakes his head and stomps his feet. He seems confined, eager to run away. I never knew if this horse was me or just a horse seeing, really seeing, me.

It’s one of those things, no matter how much times change, with all these new inventions and changing politics, this tradition will stick. It’s centrepiece of a culture. We’ve used them as far back as anyone can remember. I’m talking about horses of course. Horses were in our blood. They weren’t just showpieces of our culture, they were our pride. Our young boys used their stallions to impress girls and our little girls were obsessed with their ponies from the moment they could walk. The high-energy chase of riding a horse, the tenderness with which they take care of their horse and bond we have with them, words whispered in their ears, there’s nothing like it. But gadze would never understand.

Arthur never really went to school, but when he did, he drew stallions. John used to race them, trying to impress whoever was looking. Finn was the one who was born riding. But little Tommy used to sleep in the meadows next to them. His mother sometimes joked he was more horse than man. Tommy was different like that. Or he used to be, before the war… But they all had a feeling for the other legacy our family carried: anything and everything illegal. We could make money out of thin air, survive on nothing and then still come across like the good guys in all of it.

It only made sense that we would combine those two traits eventually.

After I lost my children, something in me changed. The light I’d felt had dimmed and the world felt less safe and less like home. But it wasn’t just me. Arthur had always had this rage inside of him, but it grew, like a silent bomb waiting to go off at any moment. But Tommy, he became determined. He’d always been a little kid with bright eyes that demanded respect whenever he needed them to, but now he’d grown into a man. And this man had had enough. He was sick of rich people walking all over us, tired of being taken advantage of and done with people in high places dictating our every move. In his way, he grieved over the loss of my children. And ever since, he and I have understood each other.

Funnily enough, I think it was our Ada who gave Tommy the idea. I remember her sulking about, as thirteen-year-old girls often do, and making some remark like, “If granddad were here, he’d know what to do.” “Oh yeah, what would he suggest, eh Ada?” her brother had inquired. And she’s shrugged and mumbled, “He’d tell us to make the bastards regret all of this. And he’d probably steal a horse, make sure everyone thought it was going to win by using some bloody gypsy witchcraft and then sell it back to its original owner or something…” And that’s when I noticed the sparkle in Tommy’s eyes. So, he decided to bring power back into this family. He came to me one night, saying, “I’ve had an idea, Pol.” He always came to me with these ideas, never to his mother, God rest her soul, but always to me. And I replied with, “Oh, fuck.” But we sat talking all night and the very next morning, we opened up our betting shop. My father had already set up the business in a way: he used to take bets from people up at Appleby and he’d taught me how to run the business. We simply expanded it that day. And just like that, the Shelby’s became illegal bookmakers.

1912

The business grew steadily. As it turned out, we all had a head for it. We knew what needed to be done and simply got on with that. Say what you will about the working class, but we’re inventive when it comes to our own survival. From Watery Lane we went on to the Garrison and then the rest of Small Heath. We no longer waited for anyone to respect us, we no longer cowered in the corner like children scared of their abusive father, we fucking took it. We took it all.

Those that crossed us got cut. Would I have objected before my children were taken? Probably, but not anymore. Tommy brought power back to this family, respect, and I didn’t care. Soon we not only ran betting schemes of Small Heath, but we also offered protection to those needed. People feared the Peaky Blinders now and, can you imagine, I was actually proud of my boys. They paid us and we kept them safe, but really, we were the ones who were protected now. Tommy understood this.

“We need a place where people can lay a bet,” he said. John replied with a sledgehammer, knocking through the wall of our two houses in just a few hours. Give a boy of only seventeen a weapon and he goes crazy, but it served its purpose. Tommy just stood by and laughed. “John-boy,” he said, “we’re officially in business now!” And we were. Money was pouring in and we finally became a real family. Officially Arthur was in charge, but it was me and Tommy that did all the thinking. When a family meeting was called, it was me who sat down at the table. Me.

I decided there and then: from now on I would only walk with my head held high. No more bare feet in the dirt or worn-down rags, only high-heeled shoes and a golden watchon my belt. No longer a scared woman who only had things taken from her, no more casting my eyes down, only people making way for me as I crossed the street. No more ‘yes, ma’am’ and ‘forgive me, sir’, only ‘you don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders’. We were the kings and queen of Small Heath now.

1915

I can’t even begin to explain how different we all were before the war. We were on top of the world. The boys were always rash and loud, but they still believed in something.

John was only eighteen when he became a father and he took to it like he’d never been anything else. And, oh, how he adored Martha. He worshipped the ground she walked on and would have done anything for her. She was the reason he even wanted to fight that bloody war in the first place: to keep her safe.

Tommy was the same with Greta. He smiled and laughed when he was with her. He wanted to work with horses, the bookmaking was only meant to be for a little while, he promised her that. She was quiet, sweet and he wanted to change the world, just for her. He even joined up with the Communists for a while, believing they might actually change something. He lost all faith after the war.

Happily and proud, they all signed up. And we actually fucking waved them off. Fools we were, being lied to once again by the people in high places. We had one war to end all wars, or so the people with the whistles told us. But the war just went on at home. The women waited and prayed in the dark, crying into their pillows at night. Oh we kept a brave face during the day alright, but none of us breathed easily after they’d left. Without having really slept, I got up each morning to beg God to keep them safe. To just bring them back. But we had no idea of the real horrors they faced. Even if they did come back, none of them were the same after that one great war.

*** Masterlist

[dodo-begone]

The Mistake has Arrived

Pairing: Yan!DSMP!Techno, Yan!Ranbob!, Yan!Ranbutler x Reader

Request: Do you do continuations? If so could you make a part 2 with for the "mistakes were made" (aka the pregnancy one)? Like how they would act when the child is like actually born and causing mischief?? Please and thank you!

Summary: It seems that, after the baby arrives, things seem to change. It's hard to describe because things didn't change much yet at the same time managed to be the complete opposite of what they were before. Or maybe you hadn't noticed these things before. Who knows.

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: yandere, nsfw joke at the end of Ranbob’s section

Part 1 | Mistakes were Made

If this ever looks wonky/glitched, I have this properly archived on Ao3

A/n: the first part was implied AFAB reader because of pregnancy- and it probably still is but pregnancy is barely mentioned in this.

Techno

So remember when this man was absolutely terrified for you and the baby? Yeah that doesn’t get alleviated. If anything, that fear gets worse.

You holding the child, the perfect combination of you two, makes him truly realize how fragile the baby is. Like hello? This thing is his? And so tiny? Like a potato, a large one at that but still a potato?

Potatoes are fragile. Babies are fragile. Baby is like a potato, which makes them ultra fragile- oh NO.

Let’s get this straight; Techno is the infamous blood god. This huge hulking piglin hybrid who can easily kill anyone in arm’s reach. And then you got this tiny defenceless baby that is related to him? Like he knows how this thing works but it just feels surreal.

This anxiety feeds his distaste for holding his own child. He’s a monster and that’s a sweet innocent baby. He is going to severely harm the baby by even holding it. You never know what could happen- plus you need some mother-child bonding. It’s very important. Yes you may have been carrying that baby for 9 months but some more physical touch goes a long way. It grounds it more into reality for you. Yeah, that’s totally the reason.

The behavior can only last so long though. Eventually Techno would have to bond with his kid, hold his kid. You were getting fed up with how long he was taking. His anxiety over the situation was obvious and you were giving him space. So you did, but it’s been months and he still refuses to even touch them. His avoidance is annoying and it has to come to an end. And you will make sure it will.

One day, while he was relaxing and reading, you gently plop the baby onto Techno and go do some household chores that are usually hard when you have to keep an eye and ear out for the kid at every second.

Techno and the kid have a shared moment of “wtf” because the baby saw this thing before but he never touched it before. And they were left on it? By mother? Techno is internally freaking out while this baby tries to crawl on him. Really they’re just pulling at his hair and clothing. Anything they can get their grubby little hands onto. And gum on whatever they can get into their mouth. Oh god, this is going to be a long… period of time. He doesn’t really know when you’ll come back for them but he hopes it’s soon.

It’s safe to say that you did not come to Techno’s rescue in a swift manner. You made sure to take your time doing everything that couldn’t be properly done. Like cleaning or cooking a proper meal. Cooking had been left up to Techno mostly, and you really appreciated that he took that up and made good food but someone can only handle potato based dishes for so long. It was about time that something else was made. The potatoes needed a break.

When you come back to Techno and the baby, you’re so pleased to see that they’re having a little bonding moment. The baby was calm and Techno was finally relaxed in what felt like a century. Everything was perfect.

Techno was reading Sun Tzu’s The Art of War and your sweet baby child had long dozed off in his arms. Techno either didn’t notice or didn’t care and kept reading aloud, though it was mostly likely that he wanted to start education young. Even in their sleep. He started the education process already, in a way, by reading The Art of War to your pregnant stomach for months on end. You’d long grown tired of it, but the sight and sound of Techno reading still warmed your heart.

Ranbob

Nothing changes on his knowledge of babies. Not much, anyways. Some of the information he knows on babies came directly from you. The rest came from books found around Mizu.

In theory, he knows what to do. He read up on everything he’d need to know, after all. But in practice, it’s a whole different story. Anxiety occasionally comes to haunt him but he easily waves it off. He knows what he’s doing.

When Mizu was still populated, he observed the lives of others. There wasn’t much to do besides that. Children weren’t an uncommon sight. But babies? Now that wasn’t a common sight. Not many people brought their babies out. Nor were there many.

It’s understandable for him to not know exactly how to raise a baby. Unless you raised or helped to raise a baby, you aren’t exactly well versed in baby and are therefore slightly unprepared for said baby.

Though compared to children, he’s actually more prepared to care for the baby since there were so many books about baby care and stuff they’d need. Children are a whole different beast.

With children, it’s a more individual case-to-case deal. There aren’t any parenting guides on children. Well, there are. Though they all differ from each other. Each book has its own descriptions on why a behavior is happening and how to handle or fix it. So many differing opinions that overlapped were overwhelming. Ranbob soon came to the conclusion that childcare is more interpretive. Based on the child’s personality.

That’s way in the future though. Now he has to deal with a baby. A fragile little thing. It’s perfect in every way.

Now his anxiety starts to get the better of him. He’s so much bigger than it, much stronger. The baby is completely at his mercy and he is anxious that something bad may happen to it. Realistically, though, nothing bad is going to happen to his little family.

Once he holds the baby for the first time, all previous anxiety is taken by the wind. All that remains is absolute adoration. This leads to him caring for the baby almost entirely. Or when it’s least convenient for you, that is.

Like when your babe cries late into the night. Witching hour cries. Everytime without fail, he’d awaken and swiftly make his way to the nursery. All in an attempt to allow you to sleep. You’ve already done so much work to make the child. The least he could do was wake up and care for them. Plus you still looked so tired.

Although Ranbob was tired when morning came, it didn’t matter when you came out well rested. Or much better than the day before. Each day was a slight victory in his books. He only wanted the best for you, anyways. If sacrificing a few hours of sleep meant that you’d sleep better, then so be it.

He views your child as a blessing from Dream himself. A symbol of the union between you two. Just absolute perfection. Oh how lucky he is to have you and especially fortunate to have a child with you. His god has seen his hard work and has gifted him with so much more than he deserved. But he’d take it all the same.

If you two “accidently” had another kid, he’d be more than happy. Yes, he’s content and happy with the child you two already have. His life is perfect now. But if another addition just happened to come along? Well who is he to deny his god’s will?

aka he wants to weaken his pullout game to have another kid with you. One kid is enough but two? Oh that’d be swell!

Ranbutler

Compared to the previous two, Ranbutler’s reaction to the baby’s arrival would be labeled as “different”. Techno feared for his child, Ranbob was anxious, but Ranbutler? This man is ecstatic! Oh my gosh you two finally have a kid. Isn’t this just great?

His excitement level is astronomical. Come on, this man literally acts like this baby is going to achieve world wide peace or something. Like Jesus Christ incarnated. That’s the level of excitement he’s at.

Right from the get-go, Ranbutler is almost desperate in his attempts to hold the baby. Please? Pretty please? Why can’t he hold your baby? Our baby? Though as… desperate as he is to hold his child, he doesn’t want to disturb important mother-child bonding. Even if you carried them for around nine months, it’s still vital that you actually bond to your baby. Skin-to-skin early on is important.

At the next available time, most likely when you’re asleep or on the verge of sleeping, he’ll gently remove the child from atop your chest. Of course he’d go to the next comfiest and secure place he can and allow for some skin-to-skin between him and the baby.

According to some studies, skin contact with a baby supposedly “awakens” maternal or paternal and he was more than happy to test that out. If it worked? Then that’s great! If it didn’t work? What was the harm? It’s all good in the end.

Because of the nature of his job, you often don’t see him during the day. Both a blessing and a curse. This leaves you alone to care for the baby until he comes back. Even then, it wasn’t a guarantee that he’d help. That’s what you thought, at least.

No matter how exhausted he was or how irate he was from Billiam, the sight of your and the baby always made everything right in the world. All problems just dissolved away, becoming unimportant whispers of responsibilities.

Responsibilities that seemed to come from a whole different reality. Here, at home, the mess that’s Billiam doesn’t exist. Won’t ever affect his lovely little world.

Sometimes he comes home extremely late. So late that you already went to sleep, along with the baby. Occasionally you would try to stay up for him to come home. You were laying on the couch with the baby on your chest, what else was he to presume? That was obviously what you were doing, right?

On those nights, he would sit by you and just watch. Basking in the calm energy you exude. Even without talking to him, you always had a way of calming him down. Of making him feel loved and appreciated.

He would also take care of the baby's needs at night. With his occupation as Billiam’s servant, it really wasn’t the best idea, but he assured you that he would be fine. After all, he couldn’t bond with the baby during the day, so that only left the night. Even if it was menial tasks, he found solace in the presence of the family he was creating,

A question that kept reappearing was how he managed to get such a wonderful partner. One so willing to have a child with him. Deep down, he knew the actual answer, but it was hidden under so many layers of delusions that it’d be better and easier not to deal with that mess.

Now that you had the baby to care for, he was much more willing to leave you alone while he went to work. Yes, sometimes he still brought you into the room with The Egg. But that was only because you seemed stressed the day, night, or morning before he left.

How could he just leave his precious to flounder around so helplessly? A baby can easily be overwhelming. The Egg was more than willing to help you.

The kid, although a beautiful culmination of the love between the two of you, also symbolized another thing. They were a shackle, keeping you tethered to him.

There was no way you’d be able or wish to escape in such a fragile condition. Especially with the baby. How could you risk the life of something so innocent? Of something that did absolutely nothing wrong besides existing. You wouldn’t be such a horrible monster, would you? No, he knows you. Knows that you wouldn’t do that.

Once he has a taste for parenthood, he’s practically addicted. He absolutely loves it. Loves you. Why not have another? And another? And another?

Let’s be honest, he might just want a small herd of kids. Not many, like four or five. A few more wouldn’t do too much harm, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. After all, you’d be around them the most, being the primary caretaker for them all.

The desire for a large family comes into direct conflict with his desire to not make you overwhelmed and overworked. It was a hard battle, but he convinced himself that maybe just one more wouldn’t hurt. Just one more, and that’ll be the last he’ll want.

He’ll say that for the next three he plans to have with you. Can men get baby fever? If they can, then this man definitely would have it, just saying.

[may-day-voice]

Wedding Wars

Katsuki Bakugou Timeline | 172732014

THANK YOU to all those on a random stream months ago/ last year where this idea was born to add to the timeline! <3 I wish I could remember specifics, but thank you for the fun I had in making this!

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It was surreal to walk into a place like this, covered with florals, organza, and pleats. Overflowed with the glitter and the glamour, you eyed an assortment of textures, fabrics, and all manner of cursive typography that could make your head spin. In fact, this wasn’t exactly what you had thought when Katsuki Bakugou made plans to organise–

“This is weird,” you commented while eyeing the store. “You were suggested this place?”

“Don’t get any ideas. Ashido was… pushy about it,” explained Bakugou with a sneer.

You chortled a little before you cleared your throat still with a wide smile on your face. The unannounced wedding was the talk of the city after a few of your engagement photos were printed in a magazine, courtesy of the photographer who shot more than her fair share of the both of you. You couldn’t take a step out on patrol without being followed by paparazzi or journalists nowadays, always watching behind your back.

“So… had any more thoughts about dates, venues, canapés, the kind of catering service you want,” you started while your eyes glazed over everything in the store, almost mesmerized by it. “You know whatever catering your reunion used was pretty good, but I guess you’d prefer to have them less than clumsy.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” mumbled Bakugou. “I already set a date, it’s just, choose what you want to fill it with.”

“Katsuki, Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“Yeah but they laid bricks every hour, so, choose what you want and we can make a decision on the schedule while we’re at it.”

“Katsuki Bakugou, you don’t let up, do you?”

“I’d be less of a man if I did.”

You smiled at his brash comment, deciphering it as mere conjecture on his part. He bragged about his achievements, but never about his humility, hidden away in his mannerisms or his speech. Traversing the store was almost like a maze despite its colorful way of organizing sections. There were just so many things your eyes soaked in.

“If you’ve set a date, do we have a venue?” You asked while you perused through a few shelves. “So we know how to fill it?”

A flap of a brochure flicked near your ear, finding it on your shoulder while Bakugou held it out, walking past you while he glanced every now and then at the items in the store. You quickly snatched the brochure from his hand, spotting the font that emblazoned across its page, the name catching you by surprise.

“Oh, oh wow… oh wow, oh my god, Katsuki?” You uttered while your eyes scanned the pages quickly.

“What?” He retorted.

“Tokyo Sky Egg? In spring?”

“Thought you’d like the view.”

“How?”

You peered up from the brochure, meeting with a slightly annoyed Katsuki Bakugou whose jeer curled the bridge of his nose. “Never mind,” you uttered nervously, and in part surrendering to his choice of venue.

“You deserve the best, and nothing less. Besides, what’s wrong with me getting the best?” He questioned haughtily, his legs taking him through the store without a second glance at its wares.

You giggled under your breath, aware of his trepidation when it came to status and such. He has mellowed a little over the years, growing a little humbler about his career and his way of life, but it never stopped him from showering you with the necessities.

You started to wonder how anyone would be able to stand shopping for their wedding. It crossed your mind why Bakugou hadn’t thought of hiring a wedding planner, but with his mind already set on a date and the venue, you figured that his own way of getting things done outweighed receiving help from a stranger, if anything. Bakugou had responded with some grumbling on some of your questions, soon easing into the fact that whatever fashionable taste you were drawn toward became the focus for the day. He merely became the packhorse, lack of a better word, while you eyed the fabrics and the wares.

“Hey Katsuki, how do you feel about silk?” You asked, mindlessly walking around a few fabrics that drape on display. “It’ll look better than organza I think- oof!”

In your mindless wander, your body bumped into someone else, somebody who was built by how solid their body was in the accidental bump. You turned to find very familiar emerald eyes with his arms carrying a basket already filled with a few samples in the store. It was a momentary lapse of judgement until-

“Ah!”

The both of you exclaimed in surprise, staring at each other’s presence.

“Midoriya? What are you doing here?” You asked, shocked to find him.

“Shopping?” He replied, lifting the basket in hand with a wry smile. “Uraraka suggested this place.”

You sighed at the thought, wondering if nothing escaped the gossip within Pro-Heroes nowadays. Still, to find Midoriya shopping at this particular store at the same time as yourself and Bakugou was eerily coincidental.

“So, uh, is Kaachan around?” Asked Midoriya, his eyes scanning around the store.

“Yeah, but I guess I’m deciding on the theme,” you replied, revealing a few items in your basket as proof of such a statement. “Are you alone?”

“No, I'm here with Cutie. They’re taking charge of this one, with my input.”

“Oh yeah of course. Any luck?”

“A little, we’re planning the date so-“

“Oh when is it?” You interrupted with glee, only realising the sudden surprise in Midoriya’s eyes at your elation. “Sorry, if it’s a secret or anything-“

“Oh not at all,” started Midoriya. “It'll be some time in spring.”

“You can’t do that!” Roared a voice from behind, causing your shoulders to stiffen from the abrupt interruption in your conversation.

“Kaachan?” Called out Midoriya, eyeing Bakugou on the approach.

That presence was almost at boiling point. You turned to find your fiancé, stomping towards the both of you with that scowl deepening along his forehead and the bridge of his nose. The aura that radiated from him was immense as if his rage oozed out in a fiery plume.

“What do you mean spring?” He asked with a growl in his tone, his red eyes staring menacingly into Midoriya.

“Well, after some discussion, Cutie and I decided that the cherry blossom season would be the best time,” calmly explained Midoriya, watching the anger in Bakugou’s face deepen. “They’re already looking into venues.”

“We’ve already made plans in spring, so you better move yours.”

“You’re planning spring as well? When?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes it does.”

“I proposed first.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Guys!” You shouted, interrupting the heated argument and earning an angry glare from the both of them.

“Izuku?” Called out a voice from the other side of the store, perking Midoriya’s ear. You watched the anger almost melt away from his face before he bade farewell to both Bakugou and yourself.

“I gotta go,” he muttered before he left with a half-hearted wave, disappearing behind a shelf of cutlery in the myriad maze of this store.

Left in silence, you turned to Bakugou, also noticing that fiery rage disappear but left with this sulking pout on his lips.

“What was that about?” You asked, confused with Bakugou’s reaction to an innocent conversation.

“Damn nerd, first he proposed at the same time, and now he’s having his wedding at the same time as ours?” Spitefully retorted Bakugou with that anger returning in the tone of his voice.

“Actually, he proposed a couple of months after.”

“Same difference.”

You sighed deeply at Bakugou’s sense of reason, seeing how childish he acted about this wedding. You had thought that you would fret the most, but seeing Midoriya and the rearing head of Bakugou’s competitive nature against the Number One wouldn’t have come as a shock. For years they had been competitive, more so Bakugou than Midoriya. You figured it was always because of his need to prove something, whether it was to the world, or perhaps to you. You still loved how competitive Bakugou was, but it was starting to become more of a nuisance now after realising you've put this competitive idea in his head in the first place.

The day was eventful, at least in bite-sized portions with Bakugou always eyeing Midoriya from across the store. Wherever Midoriya walked with his fiance, Bakugou would consciously move someplace else to avoid him, dragging you along. It grew to become problematic when he eyed what he was possibly purchasing and planning, soon becoming commenting every now and then to one-up your wedding against theirs, even going so far to yell across the store to make his comment directly to Midoriya.

“Katsuki? How about some crystal for wine glasses?” You asked, turning to him for an answer.

He only grunted, his scrutinizing eye still on Midoriya some distance away.

“And we go with strong dark colours for accents?” You continued, receiving another grunt.

“… would you like a doily per guest at the reception?” You sarcastically asked.

Again, that affirmed grunt uttered from his lips.

You stopped with your basket in hand, facing Bakugou who still walked until he noticed you standing before him, eyes peering up at him. “You’ve been on edge all day. Isn’t this supposed to be a little relaxing?” You asked, with a questioning smirk.

“What do you mean?” He asked, oblivious.

“You’ve basically said yes to most of my choices without a thought.”

“So?”

“Don’t you want something for this wedding?” You asked, your emphasis on the fact that the wedding was and is a shared experience. “You've been eyeing Midoriya and his fiancé from across the store this whole time.”

“No I haven’t,” denied Bakugou, his eyes staring back into yours angrily.

“You literally said yes to doilies a moment ago.”

Bakugou exasperatedly uttered with a questionable gasp to hear that he agreed to doilies, finding it ridiculous before his mind caught up to him. He had been absent-minded ever since he bumped into Midoriya, well, since he crashed into the conversation between him and you, but his pride drove him since. He turned to you, now genuine but frustrated.

“Why the hell is he planning in Spring?” He questioned angrily. “I thought long and hard about getting the perfect place and time for this, and he’s going to ruin it.”

“Really?” You piped questioning his intent. “Before the doilies I thought you were having a mini contest with him in your head, except for those loud remarks you carried across the store.”

Bakugou only pouted while he glanced into your teasing smile. Second-hand embarrassment was very unbecoming of him, feeling nothing but love for you despite the situation. He soon grabbed hold of your cheeks, pinching them to halt your smirk from making him feel embarrassed and only receiving laughter instead.

“Ow! Katsuki stop!” You resisted while you tried to grab a hold of his wrists.

“I expect that kind of smile only at our ceremony, got it?” He barked.

“Okay! I’ll make sure to bring it along.” Your laughter broke through the words every now and then while Bakugou’s fingers laid on your cheeks, feeling his large hands engulf you. “Have you thought about having that conversation with him first before you go about spitting fire in his face again?” You asked warmly while you held onto his hands. “Not that you can.”

Bakugou stared incredulously at your remark, aware of his recent behavior, but also disbelieving your assumption of his ability to cause irreparable damage. That look in his eye did not go unnoticed by you, sighing in hindsight.

“Let me rephrase,” you corrected. “Before you blast him.”

A distant cacophony of laughter caught both of your ears, turning to find Midoriya and his fiancé opposite the aisle where the both of you stood. Their voices were low whispers, but every now and then a chuckle escaped from their vicinity. You watched Bakugou’s eyes focused on their presence, staring at their interactions and being not so discreet about it. Still, that look in his eye spoke volumes of a different breed, you thought, while you watched Bakugou’s reactions. It was no longer fueled by anger as he was for most of the day. It held something different.

“This is why you’re best friends,” you reiterated, your eye on Bakugou before he turned back onto you. “Even though you try to dismiss that fact.”

Bakugou only pouted once more, his hands lowering from your cheeks and now being held by yours between the both of you, fingers trailing in his palms with reassurance.

“Right,” he mumbled, his eyes looking elsewhere but yours.

You smiled before you continued the trek through the store, pulling him in tow before making another comment about the doilies to his dismay and irritation. The sound of your voice did not go unnoticed, being watched by a green-haired friend in the opposite aisle, his eyes following the back of Bakugou’s head.

——

It was a fair few hours in the store while you pointed out the kind of materials agreed upon to plan for the wedding. You thought it best to keep notes on certain items while picking up smaller sets and samples to purchase for now before solidifying the final decision. Bakugou had no qualms in your decision-making and management of the wedding, as long as you were satisfied with everything. That was what mattered to him.

You questioned that logic of his a couple of times given his passive-aggressive behavior with Midoriya, but now at the checkout, you began to purchase a small cart of items to peruse and decide upon. Bakugou stood by the cashier ready to leave the store, despite his comfort level surrounded by its wares, until a familiar yet cross face approached him.

“Kaachan, we need to talk,” demanded Midoriya calmly.

Bakugou glared at the green-haired man before glancing towards you halfway through purchasing your items.

“Go ahead, I can take care of this,” you reassured with a knowing smile.

With a huff, Bakugou walked away, secluding himself and Midoriya from earshot. Both men stood before each other, Bakugou aloof about this conversation while Midoriya stared at him with dismay.

“This whole day you’ve been breathing down my neck,” started Midoriya, scrutinizing Bakugou’s behavior. “Seriously Kaachan, what the hell?”

Bakugou glared into Midoriya’s eyes, unable to deny his childish behavior all day, but refusing to show even the slightest sense of embarrassment to the man. He knew his pride got in the way, but it felt logical for him that his wedding took precedence over Midoriya’s. However, after that short talk with you, you had proven a point earlier for him to speak with Midoriya before jumping to any more wild accusations. He loved you for it.

“We can’t have the same kind of wedding, on the same day,” refrained Bakugou, now listening to how absurd his sense of self felt about the day.

“Wait, that's it?” Piped Midoriya in confusion. “Because I’m organizing mine at the same time, that’s why you’ve been aggravated? More than usual.”

Bakugou didn’t say a word to warrant a response to Midoriya’s questions, which in turn only gave Midoriya the answers he needed. He understood Bakugou’s cues a little, at least enough to know when to back off, but it felt a little left field to interrupt the day between him and his fiancé shopping for their special day.

“I’m sure Cutie can organize it differently if that was a problem,” reassured Midoriya before noticing Bakugou leaning against the wall behind him, arms crossed while he stared back, fueled by his arrogance. “Just talk to me about that.”

Bakugou fell silent, embarrassed by the ordeal and how he approached his emotions and the situation. Over the years he and Midoriya had butted heads many times, realising the stubbornness in Midoriya that reflected his own. He held mutual respect for him, now more than ever, knowing his desires for the number one spot diminished over the years. Still with arms crossed, he stood tall, staring into Midoriya’s eyes with purpose.

“One, I proposed first, so my wedding should happen before yours,” he started with a gruff undertone, matter-of-factly speaking. “And two, well…” His voice trailed a little while he recalled your little advice, clearing his throat for the next words he was about to speak.

“I’ve been meaning to organise it sooner, but I wanted you to be my Best Man. If we had our weddings at the same time, that would be impossible and you’d ruin mine all because you damn well planned to have yours during the same season.”

Bakugou turned away immediately, refusing to look Midoriya in the eye after his request. He decided to leave it at that, waiting for a response from his childhood friend, only to hear nothing. He imagined he surprised him, probably confused him a little, or maybe stoke the fire he ignited when he began to instigate against Midoriya’s choice of season. However, he turned his eye back onto Midoriya, seeing eyes glazed over processing his thoughts.

“Well spit it out,” threatened Bakugou, only earning a genuine smile from Midoriya that slowly beamed with joy.

“I’d be honored Kaachan!” He piped happily, his goofy grin brimming ear to ear.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever nerd.”

“But I would’ve thought you’d choose Kirishima over me.”

“Kirishima is still in the bridal party… but Lightweight and I talked about it.”

Midoriya smiled cordially at Bakugou’s admittance, despite it being vague and aloof. Kirishima and he had always been close friends since high school and would often hang out with one another despite it being on Kirishima’s terms more than Bakugou’s. Still, he felt a swell of happiness knowing now how Bakugou valued their friendship, competitive or not.

“I’ll talk with Cutie about changing things up. They’re pretty good to reschedule ours anyway,” reassured Midoriya in passing.

“What?” Asked Bakugou dryly.

“We haven’t locked anything in yet,” admitted Midoriya. “We were just talking about it while we were here.”

“You didn’t have it planned this whole time?”

All Bakugou was met with was a nervous chuckle. It only seethed in him while he growled in frustration at the man.

“Would it help that I want to return the favor and ask you to be my Best Man, Kaachan?” Asked Midoriya, a little unnerved by Bakugou’s irritation and disarming it almost immediately after his question. Bakugou calmed a little, honored by the question posed and putting an end to his frustration. He smiled, genuine in this strange feeling of acceptance. Sometimes Midoriya just irritated him for the better.

“Sure thing, Izuku,” he agreed with his hand open out to Midoriya.

With a hearty handshake, both men formed a truce, aligning with each other just as they always had. It was a strange occurrence, but Bakugou couldn’t deny the friendship he still held with Midoriya for all of these years. In his handshake, he gripped onto Midoriya’s tightly, smirking at the man before him, now with a challenging glare.

“But this doesn’t mean that I’m going to go easy on you,” he warned. “My wedding is going to be the talk of the town.”

“Who said anything about pulling a media stunt?” Questioned Midoriya, also with a playful smirk. “I wouldn’t need any when mine is due.”

Whatever that truce was had solidified, but was only replaced with a bit of harmless rivalry.

——

You stood by the front doors of the store with all of your purchases, waiting by Bakugou’s car to unload them. It hadn’t been long, but seeing how Bakugou had left to have a solid talk with Midoriya, you could forgive him for having more time. Although, you had thought that maybe Bakugou’s anger probably got the better of him as well. The conversation, whatever it may be, could have gone both ways. You sighed while you glanced mindlessly around the parking lot, wondering on the themes of the wedding, before a familiar figure stomped towards you, his red eyes directly on you.

“So did you end up pitting against each other for the right to matrimony first?” You asked, part curious and part anticipatory of Bakugou’s answer before he reached out to hold you in a kiss. It consumed you while he drove his lips into yours, melting into his embrace and the overwhelming wave of passion he exuded. You weren't against his love, but this was out of the blue, until he gently pulled away, pressing you against his car, barred by his arms that leaned against its frame and engulfed you within his embrace.

“Katsuki?” You asked, still held in his arms, while he smirked at the sight of you flushed and caught by surprise.

“I’m going to make you the happiest you’ve ever been, every day,” he sultry announced to only your ear, his breath lingering close to your skin.

The beep of his car broke the moment, finding that Bakugou unlocked it to help load the purchases from the store. As soon as he did, he spotted Midoriya across the way, his eyes meeting with the man and sharing that accord with one another.

“I need to get you competitive more often,” you thought to yourself aloud, smiling up at Bakugou, before he returned his attention onto you with that playful smirk of his.

[hpalways]

The Signature || Zhongli

Yandere! Zhongli x Reader

Please make sure not romanticize toxic relationships. I do not condone this behavior whatsoever. 

AMBER eyes were stuck on you, never once leaving your form. They belonged to the Geo Archon, Zhongli, the attractive man you befriended not too long ago. His long ebony hair had left its hair tie, drooping loosely over his shoulder like a soft waterfall as he rested his hands on the surface of the desk -- the desk in which you were forced to sit at. 

In front was a long piece of parchment, handwritten by the male delicately. On it stated:

An agreement that [Y/N] will stay by Zhongli’s side forever. The signer will not speak, look, or stand near anyone other than Zhongli. The signer will be cherished, so they will also have to cherish the other party. They will enjoy their lives to the fullest, as long as they do not step out of line and make sure to follow the rules laid out to them. 

[Y/N] will never stop loving Zhongli. They will speak of topics in interest to both parties. They will drink tea and spend mora for the two of them. They will unconditionally love Zhongli. They will love Zhongli. Zhongli will love them. For an infinite amount of time. Forever and always. Always. 

They will never die. They can not die. 

DO NOT EVER DIE.

Punishment will come if they dare break the contract. The signer knows what this means. 

Signed: _____________

The hand on the pen was gripped so hard, your knuckles had turned white and it shook. Your breath was shallow; A headache began to pound. His eyes would never leave. You were his priority now. Every action was a ticking bomb -- anything could set him off easily. 

You didn’t want to fucking sign it. You knew it was a death trap, but did you have a choice? Not really. 

Zhongli noticed your torn expression, so he tilted his head with a quiet hum. “Is it that hard to sign something?” he stated coolly, his gloved hand brushing over yours. The leathered feeling sent shivers down your spine, and it took everything not to cringe away. 

“I was just… thinking,” you murmured. He raised his brows slightly, quickly interested by your words. Maybe you could buy some time and figure a plan out to leave this room unscath. Luckily enough, the God of Geo was a man who often went on tangents. “I was thinking about the first day we met. You made me pay for your tea at the teahouse.”

He nodded eagerly, stroking the bottom of his chin in thought. “Why, yes. I can remember that day as clear as the skies of Liyue. The tea made for me was quite striking. Made of violetgrass and it tasted delightfully smooth too. Then you came in and made it taste even better. You were all dirtied from battle, seeking for a nice drink to be refreshed on. It caught my attention immediately, but when you offered to pay for me, I knew you were the one.”

He described the meeting in a dreamlike tone, oblivious to the jarring reality that sank its teeth on everyone like a poisonous snake. You shouldn’t have paid for him that day; you shouldn’t have even made eye contact and spoken to him. This was the consequences to your failure of judgment. You could only now sow what you reap. 

He swerved around the desk, growing ever closer to you until he was right next to you. His warm breath hit the side of your face, the smell of soft mint wafting up your senses. “Now… let’s not get off track here. Sign this, my love. I promise you it’s not that hard.”

Dammit. He was too focused on the contract that you barely had the time to brainstorm. Nothing was coming to mind. 

Footsteps echoed throughout the office of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. You turned around in desperation, hoping it was someone who could save you from such a situation. There, stood a merchant, his hand holding advertisements to his stalls.

“Hello, I’ve come to--”

When his eyes landed on you, the figure beside you had made his move. Zhongli grabbed his polearm and with a clean swipe, beheaded the speaking man. The body-less head made a perfect, slow arc in the air before dropping to the ground with a sickening crunch. You let out a gasp, panting raspily in shock, stomach twisting within itself in nausea at the sight. What… just happened? That man just died. Oh god. Oh fucking goodness. You suddenly realized something. Help wasn’t ever going to come. No one could best Zhongli. He was a god! 

“Why did you… do that?” you choked out, gulping down the huge lump in your throat. As a pyro vision user, you had your fair share of witnessing deaths. But this was wrong. Someone innocent died for coming into this room. On account of you. He died because of you. 

“On the contract it’s stated that you cannot look at someone. Besides, he interrupted our moment.”

“I haven’t even signed the contract yet!” you cried out in hysteria. This was a nightmare. An absolute nightmare. 

“Oh,” he said, blinking in surprise. “That’s right. You haven’t. Well, this serves as a warning.”

You could never leave him. Trapped in a glass box within all corners, you were to be suffocated by his presence forever. There didn’t need to be a contract; you were already in one. He would kill your loved ones if you didn’t -- he knew of the weakness humans had, for he lived long enough to observe. He had guilt tripped, blamed you for it all, and knew that you would indeed succumb. The deaths were caused by your actions, painting you in red of a blood bath. 

The pen made its move. Ink bled into the paper, marking it as a tattoo. Indeed. This was permanent. It would continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. The writing was barely legible, pressed down so hard it became jagged like shards. 

[Y/N] [L/N] was finally written on the goddamn page. 

Gods were so selfish. They truly didn’t like to share-- whether that’d be war, the world, or the love of their life. If only you had known beforehand. 

“This is marvelous,” he exclaimed, his expression brightening up. He looked so joyous at the signature, lapping it up like a starved dog. His reaction was so unnerving, especially since the dead body was still in the room, rotting away like the corpse it was. Disgusting. Your hands and his were bloodied and he had no shame. “[Y/N]...” He raised your limp hand and kissed the back of it. “I love you. We shall be bound by this contract. Know that I will protect you, no matter the cost.”

You stayed silent. He was trying to make it romantic, but this entire thing was surreal to you. Either he was ignoring your lack of response on purpose or he did not notice. Tucking the contract away into the pockets of his brown, gorgeous coat, he eyed his hair. 

“Tie my hair, my dear. I’ve always wanted to feel your warm hands on me.”

You nodded robotically in response, getting up from your seat to reach the towering male. His cheeks flustered when your fingers weaved into his soft strands. But it was cold. They felt like weaving spider webs, ready to entrap a poor bug victim into its complex trap. That was what you were. Every second spent was eating you away, until you were nothing but dust.

[bluefirewrites]

not sure if u are still taking this but, celebrity/fan au for JUKEE 🤭

Okay this one's a little involved but I got you!

Rated T for mentions of sex and maybe some language

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

******

Julie tugs against the rather short dress Flynn had squeezed her in, not caring for how much she looks like a glorified candy wrapper in the shimmering gold.

She feels like she's some Ferrer Roche, waiting to be devoured.

Which seems to be her intention for tonight because she's insane, and so is her bestie Flynn, because she's supposed to grab the attention of a certain someone in this club.

Her motives for tonight sound like they come straight out of a Wattpad story, but her boyfriend- or well maybe an ex boyfriend now'- forced her hand.

So a year ago, right around the time they started dating, they both disclosed their 'hall passes'. Just a list of celebrities they were both 'allowed' to cheat on their partners with. It was fun. Just to see who the other person would pick. 

It was harmless because the whole point is that these people are so famous, so far out of reach, that the odds of hooking up with them would be essentially impossible.

Nick's was the lead singer of the world famous pop group Dirty Candi. And Julie remembers drunkenly applauding the choice ("She's pretty! Wowww you like them Bubblegum Pop girls?")

They had a laugh that night and Julie doesn't really consider that hall pass conversation all that much since then-

-Until fast forward to last week when Nick disclosed to her that he ran into Carrie Wilson at an event. And then promptly disclosed to her that he invoked his 'Hall Pass' rights.

His rights?! She had exploded at him, and he claims that its no big deal. That he thought she would understand that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a crazy set of circumstances, and that- 'Holy shit Jules, she was actually into me. Like what?'

Understandably, Julie stormed out and has been staying with Flynn for the time being. And it must have been the haze of crying and watching a lot of true crime series to cheer herself up that she and Flynn concocted this... plan.

One fueled by spite and pettiness.

Get back at Nick, make him jealous, make him feel how she did- by invoking her own 'Hall Pass' rights- 

-which so happens to be Sunset Curve frontman, Luke Patterson... 

"There he is" Flynn whispers from their corner of the club and Julie gulps.

"I don't think I can do this," Julie hisses at Flynn, when they spot him at the bar, nursing a drink with his bandmates like he usually would (they did their research). 

See, Julie’s been a fan of Luke’s for a long time. Ever since she heard ‘Now or Never’ in freshman year of high school, she’s been hooked onto their music- especially Luke and his voice and playing. 

She had their posters on her bedroom wall and had been that girl who would (when no one’s looking) press her fingers to her lips then press them against Luke’s image before going to bed. 

It was that bad. 

And Julie had probably fantasized on more than one occasion of meeting him and all the other scenarios you would picture in a typical Celeb x Reader scenario. 

And she’d like to think she grew out of it, now she’s in her mid-twenties and just casually listens to Sunset Curve, following up on their careers every now and then. 

But you can never really shake your first major celebrity crush. Hence he had been on her so called ‘Hall Pass’ list. 

(”You into rockstars, Jules?” Nick had teased her that night.)

Seeing him there, in the same place as her, is so surreal, but Flynn’s continued pinches to her arm remind her just how real this is. 

“This is ridiculous,” Julie crosses her arms, ready to bow out because what is she thinking? Why would Luke Patterson pick her up, of all people, at the bar? It’s like a supermodel runway in here, filled with girls more accomplished and famous. Her confidence is shaken a bit and she rethinks everything. 

"Nick didn't seem to have a problem when he did it," Flynn points out, “And girl, you look great. He would be blind to not want you.” 

The mention of Nick still boils her blood, which only reaffirms her plans for revenge. She’s still nervous but they both stand up from their booth and walk over to the bar. 

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend,” 

“No. You’re musician extraordinaire, Julie Molina! The world may not have heard about you, but they will one day. I bet that’s something you can talk to him about. Music? Lyrics?” 

Julie could use her songwriting credentials to her advantage, “I mean I guess-” 

“Quick, he’s getting up!” 

“Flynn, wait I’m not-” 

With a forceful push, Flynn sends Julie into the path of Luke Patterson, colliding into him and effectively spilling his drink all over her dress. 

“Oh my god,” Luke gapes at her, “I am so sorry-” 

Julie fans herself, shaking slightly from the fact she’s drenched and also that her freakin’ high school celebrity crush is looking at her, actually talking to her. 

But she recovers quickly, and she speaks, “It’s fine. Really. I guess I’m just... clumsy.” She shoots a glare at Flynn, who merely winks and retreats to their booth. 

Luke grimaces and takes her by the hand, leading her somewhere, napkins in his other hand, “Here, let’s get you cleaned up. Again, I’m sorry. Hate to ruin a pretty... dress.”

It’s the way he eyes her that catches Julie off guard. He’s... not talking about the dress, is he? 

Julie reels it back in tries her hand at a joke, “I wouldn’t call this a dress. I feel like fancy leftovers in this thing.” 

Luke stifles a laugh, “Okay, I mean I wasn’t gonna say anything but yeah. I guess it’s a bit tin foil-y.”

“Not your style?”

His gaze drifts over to her one last time, “Well, any way to take a meal back home is fine by me. I mean-” Luke scrunches his nose, wincing, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that. Shit. That was too... much. Are we-” he laughs nervously, “Are we still... talking about food?”

“Unless you just called me a meal. Then no.” 

The look in his eyes say that he’s absolutely mortified, “...yeah. I think I did. I was hoping that was a nightmare.” 

“Nope, it definitely happened,” 

“Feel free to slap me,” 

Julie giggles, somewhat delirious because she hasn’t tried to flirt with him but here Luke is, flirting with her. Or trying. And failing. Like a far cry from the suave rockstar she had pictured him to be. 

“No need. Just, can you-?” she points to the napkins he’s holding hostage. 

“Oh yeah. Here,” They stop in front of the coat check, and he hands her the napkins so she could try herself off with the best she can.

Suddenly, a weight falls onto her shoulders, she looks up and sees Luke draping a jacket over her- his presumably. 

“You looked cold,”

Julie wraps the jacket tight against her, relishing in the warmth, “Wow, thanks.”

Luke smiled and stepped back, “Just so you know, if I made you feel weird in any way, I’d like to throw out my third ‘sorry’ of the night. Nothing has to happen though. So, just say the word and I’ll leave you alone.”

Whew. Um, okay. Julie stands there, faced with this decision. 

The compliments aside (she will revisit those later), Luke’s giving her an out. Any reservations she has about moving forward with this plan, this is her chance to leave. 

She could just treasure these amazing few minutes for the rest of her life. This could be a story to tell friends at a dinner party, about the time a rockstar lent her his jacket. Would be up there with the time Jack Black passed her on the street and said “Nice hat!”. 

But-

Maybe she wants to see where this goes. 

“All this talk about food is making me hungry though...” she says and Luke lights up, “I could go for a bite to eat.” 

Luke snaps his fingers, “I know just the place.” 

*******

Half an hour later, Julie and Flynn are in a smelly alleyway with the guys from Sunset Curve, in line for a street dog cart just a couple blocks away. 

“An Oldsmobile?” Julie gawked after hearing Luke and the guys describe the delicacy, “Are you trying to poison me?”

“I swear by it,” Luke insists, taking her hand and moving them up in the line. Flynn sees this and doesn’t comment, but Julie’s starting to get used to Luke doing that, “You have to try!”  

Julie doesn't know when she got over her initial starstruck, but by now its so easy to treat Luke like a regular person.

Well, celebrities are all regular people in the end, but more so now that he and his friends, have their sleeves rolled up, smiles wide, ready to dig into what may be the most disgusting hot dog she has ever seen.

Julie takes a bite out of hers and her eyes widen. Wow. It's not terrible.

"Ayy! We got another one, boys" Reggie laughs, noting her reaction.

"Told ya" Luke needles her sides and she giggles, ticklish. Her knee jerk reaction is to playfully shove him, but in the process accidentally smeared some mustard onto his face.

Luke goes to lick it off with his tongue, making funny faces as he did which amused Julie even more.

"Here," she takes a napkin and wipes at his cheek, "Now we're even."

The whole group gets to talking over by the couches, while Flynn chats up the other boys, Julie and Luke are sequestered in their own corner, and yes, eventually the topic switches to music.

"Wait, so you know Rose and the Petal Pushers?" Luke chokes out, "Like everyone I talk to hasn't heard of them!"

"Yup. Have their record actually" Julie beams proudly, censoring out the part that its her mom's band and hence she has one of the few records ever released.

Luke is floored by that and continues to poke her brain for music and Julie finds that their spiels go on naturally, that she could probably talk with Luke for hours and hours.

Which ends up happening. Flynn had already made her escape, having texted her to come home safely, the boys had gone too, leaving them in the nearly empty lot.

When the food truck closes down for the night, they end up taking a stroll down the streets of L.A, talking and getting to know each other.

Julie learns so much about Luke, things she's never heard about from the press- like his songwriting practice, that he cries at Finding Nemo, and that he can do a cartwheel only when drunk.

And in return Julie shares with him her crazy college stories, how she misses her mom sometimes, and that she is encyclopedia of commercial jingles (a fact Luke exploits by rapidly quizzing her at random moments)

Somehow they end up near the beach, with Julie pointing out the different stars she could see, but finds that Luke isn't looking at the sky.

"Hey, Julie..." He gets her attention, "I had a really good time tonight."

"Me too"

"So... would it be alright, if I kiss you?"

Julie's mouth parts, speechless. It happened. Holy shit it happened or... is happening. She has Luke exactly where she wants him.

She could only nod and Luke takes it as the sign to lean in, but just as his lips is about to brush against hers, she freaks-

"Wait" she steps back. Luke opens his mouth, "No. No more 'sorry's from you. This one's one me. I'm sorry but... this- this" She sighs, "I have to be honest with you."

Then she tells Luke everything- Nick, The Hall Pass, her plans for tonight- basically admitting to using him.

When she's done, she expects for Luke to get angry, to leave in a huff and never want to see her again.

That's not what happens.

"This Nick guy sounds like a piece of work" he says.

Julie nods slowly, "Yeah... I guess he was. So maybe that's why I did it. But I don't think I could have gone through with it. Like I don't think we're together, me and Nick but-"

"You wouldn't want to do what he did. Because you don't want to hurt people," Luke surmises, understanding, "And by doing that, that means you're a better person than he is."

"I guess"

"No Julie, you're a good person" Luke insists, "Man, I think that makes me like you even more."

Julie laughs, "God, if my high school self could see me now..."

"You were a big fan?"

"I'm not having this conversation right now with you,"

"Okay cuz now you got me curious-"

Julie swats his shoulder but it doesn't deter the guy from snickering.

On a more serious note though-

"I think..." Julie hums, "I think this means that I got some stuff to work through. Before I could start considering... this."

"I understand"

"But thank you... Luke. For tonight"

"It's been real, Julie,"Luke smiles and pulls her in for a half hug, "And you should keep the jacket. Looks better on you anyway."

****

Julie goes back to Flynn's that night and her bestie's still awake, wanting all the deets. But there's not much to tell. Nothing happened.

She shrugs off the jacket and resigns to the couch, not caring that her makeup is still on. She's about ready to pass out.

Her phone dings.

She pulls it out and sees two notifications.

luke_patterson is now following you

luke_patterson is requesting to message you.

Curious, she accepts the request.

'here if you want to talk, Tin Foil :P'

Julie rolls her eyes and collapses onto the couch, sleeping with a smile on her face.

She doesn't know it now, but the oncoming years would be filled with more messages back and forth, meetups with their friends for more shady street food, building a solid foundation of friendship and eventually, when Luke asks again if he could kiss her, Julie would eagerly prop herself on her toes to close the gap.

Yeah, Julie's high school self would definitely be screaming...

[dreamii-yume]

SPOILERSSS for Twisted Wonderland Chapter 6 : 1-16!!!

*rubs hands* aight it wont take long before genshin has me in its gacha hell grasp again, I just barely escaped this time— NOW ITS TIME TO SEE THE BOIS CHAPTER 6 omg— wtf happened last time lol it’s been too long

So, no voice over because of some problems which is understandable but— meh I don’t feel like reading lol So I’m watching otome ayui translations this time, because im that one dumbass student who skipped kanji class and now i cant read without sounding like im five _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): “what up im yume im way passed 19 and i never fucking learned how to read”

Also watching Hanayura Kanon stream for the rest that’s not yet been translated lol Because he’s very good at voice acting for the characters and he’s funny af lol

- OKAY OKAY— WTF HAPPENED EXPLAIN

- Fun fact : I haven’t watched Hercules yet so I legit don’t know what’s about to come lol

- Aw, that’s cute— We called over Ace and Deuce late at night AND THEY REALLY CAME OVER AAAAA

- I forgot how fckin pure their friendship is _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight, so we actually have a huge-ass scratch from feral Grim lol That’s just fantastic, isn’t it

- FINALLY— We’re talking about Mickey and the stones my monster cat has been eating with Crowley AAAAA

- “Yeah there’s this bitch called mickey and i took his photo—“

- WE’RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT THIS. AFTER 6 CHAPTERS.

- Bruh this crystal of blot sounds really dangerous why are we discussing this just now

- Speaking of this crystal, Crowley— you were looking for this crystal in chap one and when we asked you about wtf you’re trying to find you just went— “oH itS NothING.”

- I SUPPOSED ITS NOT NOTHING NOW IS IT

- I didnt see you searching for crystals after every chapter mr. crowley where were you 👁👄👁 dont you think it was weird that you didnt see a single one after like— five blotting incidents

- Oh so its rare i see— BRUH R U SURE ABOUT THAT grim literally found one every single chap LMAO

- Okay okay— see, he may be violent but listen— you aint gonna throw out my fucking cat okay

- Wh— THERE WAS A FESTIVAL!? Im dumb so its not just VDC LOL

- Listen LISTEN— GRIM IS FINE. HOLD UP— NO NEED TO THROW HIM OUT JUST LET ME HAVE ANOTHER LOOK AT HIM

- Aww, Ace and Deuce looked pissed about it too AAAAHH THE TRUE DEFINITION OF THE BOIS

- BRUH NO— ALL THE DORM LEADERS TO GO AND CAPTURE GRIM?? HE’LL DIE

- CROWLEY PLS— WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, HONEY

- #Grimportectionsquad

- “It’s bout time for them to come” Who?

- FUCKING— CROWLEY STOP SAYING ITS NOTHING— This is why this school is so fucked, you never tell us anything ahead of time _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight he left, Ace Deuce hurry help me what you guys got

- He may be a monster but see— the worst he did is eat the whole tuna stack SO PLS HES STILL BABY AND I LOVE HIM

- THATS RIGHT DEUCE MY MAN GRIM CAN DO NO BAD I SWEAR

- HE WOULDNT EVER AGAIN I SWEAR

- Ace ヽ(；▽；)ノ The character development— im so proud of you, son

- THIS IS THE BOISSS— LETS GOOOO

- Fuck this is so beautiful— just me and the bois on our way in the middle of the night to find our MISSING CAT I—

- CROWLEY REALLY DID ASSEMBLE THEM DORM LEADERS AAAAAAA AT THIS HOUR TOO WTF

- BRUH WE CAN TALK

- Kalim Kalim Kalim Vil Vil Vil— Pls we’ve been through so much last chapter ＨＥＬＰ

- Leona…A big fat ｍｏｏｄ honestly lmao

- Ey ey riddle pls— dont make this any more difficult—

- Shut up azul stay where u are all you’ve done is nothing but chaos since you arrive so SHHH

- MALLEUS IS NOT HERE AGAIN LILIA PLS— where is he when we need him the most LOL

- Ortho, your bro where?? Also— SURVIVAL STATUS BRUH—

- YES PLS DONT HURT HIM OMG

- oh i forgot idia lives in his tablet LOL OF COURSE

- Omg he’s in the apple trees still looking scary as shi aaaaaaa pls kitty come home u just had too much catnip

- OH GOD 15m HE’S CLOSE

- “Starting operation” ORTHO WHAT TF

- EY EY EY oh good he’s knocked out sighhh

- Aight I know this has been translated but I can’t help but to look at the original japanese and im just— wtf is RTS and TAS idia i dont understand this advanced gamer otaku language

- But Idia and Ortho really do be speedrunning on who can fucking kick my cat the hardest LOL

- THATS RIGHT IDIA You understand me— Fellow cat lovers unite, Grim is very cute, he can’t do no bad

- …so can i have him back pls—

- Can we just appreciate the fact that these bois are willing to take the risk of getting their heads chopped off by Riddle by doing all this for us??

- If this isnt what you call true friendship then i dont know what this is

- Lol ambrose is going to appear in this festival again and crowley’s prideful ass is QUAKING

- WHY are we not allowed to see him crowley im sure we can handle it— We’re the BOIS. CMON

- Imagine if they just summon a fcuking— magic vet or something lol

- It’s the next day lol

- HAH ITS THE VDC LOSERS BY ONE VOTE SQUAD

- I mean the NRC Tribe— ٩( ᐛ )و

- VIL. what you have my queen

- Vil pls dont remind me that my cat isnt here but thank you for saying thank you i do not deserve—

- AWW THE ADEUCE SQUAD LOOKS SO SAD AAAAA

- Vil i miss the bad bitch but absolute oneesan energy but the apology— yeah are we gonna cry again lol

- AAAAAAHH why am i so proud— THAT vil is apologizing

- You dont need to maam what we had in chapter 5 was a fucking journey i regret nothing

- I swear if rook goes like— bitch that aint beautiful imma bonk him I WILL DO IT dont think i forgot what u did last chap

- Man i love me a man who can openly admit his mistakes MMMGH

- Rook i swear—

- Im glad that we’re not toning down ace’s brutal honesty lol

- BRUHHH I DONT LIKE IT WHEN VIL US TAKING ALL THE BLAME i mean what he said was kinda true BUT STILL

- Cheer up Vil, it’s not like it’s a complete failure anyways (；ω；) it was fun at least

- Hearing Jamil encourage Vil like this feels surreal BUT YES BOI U TELL EM

- What is this beautiful character development

- Ooff way to hit where it hurts the most vil my queen lol

- AAGH IT HURTS VIL RECOGNIZING NEIGE’S HARDWORK LIKE THIS— THE PRIDE I CAN FEEL IT ＣＲＡＣＫ

- Bruh we appreciate Neige’s impeccable smile in this household— REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE WAS LIKE NEIGE’S GON BE A BAD BOI??? WELP—

- It was me, i was that person and i shall drown in apple juice for it

- Of course, the ultimate Neige simp already knows that lol

- Bruh the background music has no business being this sad　ｓｔｏｐ

- I hate it when vil is right sometimes omg— TRUEEE KALIM especially wouldn’t be able to stand properly on stage after knowing Neige’s own hardships aaaa

- NOO BABY DONT CRY

- Vil redemption arc??? 👀👀 you can help us cure our cat—

- !? Are we gonna get that money promised in that poster?? 👀👀

- WHAA FUCKING WAHAA VIL IS GONNA PAY THAT US??? THE WHOLE 5 MIL EACH??!! VIL CALM DOWN WHAT I SAID WAS A JOKE

- Damn vil is ＳＴＡＣＫＥＤ He really didnt want to owe anyone anything LMAO YES QUEEN

- WHA— KALIM IS ACCEPTING??? OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO ACCEPT THAT KALIM

- Kalim is making my heart go boom boom again baby boi ✨👁💧👄💧👁✨✨

- HE’LL DONATE IT TO THE RAMSHACKLE DORM BABY BOIIII

- …sumimasen kalim for having a very rundown dorm 👁💧👄💧👁 but thank you for being nice about it lol

- OKAY OKAY KALIM YOU DONT HAVE TO LIST ALL THE THINGS WRONG IN MY DORM PLS—

- THIS IS EMBARRASSING PLS KALIM IM SORRY FOR BEING POOR

- But this man be such a sunshine holy shit i cant even be mad about it lol

- AW YEAH RAMSHACKLE DORM IS GONNA GET A MAKEOVER

- EVERYONE BE DONATING THEIR MONEY TO US AAAAA Were they always this NICE

- Aight adeuce pls— y’all dont have to force yourself to donate my guys (´；ω；`) being friends is enough lol i get it my bois

- Find me a man who can make me feel like this the way Vil can

- Man if only Grim is here :’) he’d be soo happy :’)) you can have all the tuna you want buddy :’)))

- GRIM PLS ADEUCE IS WILLING TO TREAT YOU TO LUNCH BABY

- Bro this is so wholesome omg

- Im sorry but still up to this day, my understanding of Epel’s accent is still　ｌａｃｋｉｎｇ lmao

- Aight they be talking about how Rook already knew that they were going to lose from the very beginning

- The FORESHADOWING LOL The difference with how Rook said “What a wonderful performance” rather than “What a beautiful performance” sigh

- Honestly we gotta respect Rook’s resolve here lol man just knows what he wants

- Rook and Vil’s friendship lmao

- 👁👄👁 …!?

- EARTHQUAKE WTF How dare you ruin such moment—

- WHAT IS GOING ON

- EY WTF DONT DESTROY MY DORM WTF ARE YOU GUYS

- WHAT ARE THESE ROBOTS OUTSIDERS KILL THEM WITH FIRE

- They look like something that belongs to the Ignihyde dorm HUH

- Oh bruh— Vil in his Dorm Leader mode is so cool AND YES I KNOW THIS IS NOT THE TIME BUT wheww~~ Vil YAS QUEEN

- KALIM TOO AAAAAA JAMIL’S 「はっ！」SO COOL

- so SO— the dorm leader’s have a protocol for outsider attacks like this 👁👄👁 OMG THEY’RE SO HOT

- They don’t seem like our bois anymore aaa just pure professionalism at this point—

- GOD I FORGOT HOW COOL THEY ARE OMG

- HEEEYYY OUR DORM IS GETTING DESTROYED WTF ARE THESE GUYS’ PROBLEM

- We were just talking about renovating it too wtf

- AAAAAHHH HOW DARE YOU— VIL R YOU OK

- Bruh i dont know what is going on but dont touch my man’s face

- They’re targetting Vil and Jamil WHY— overblot men!!??? WHERE ARE YOU— GIVE THEM BACK

- I didnt understand what epel said here lmao BUT—!?

- THEY HAVE GRIM TOO FUCK HE’S BACK LET GO OF MY FUCKING CAT

- WHAT IS GOING ON DARLINGS

- BUDDYY >:’0000 Grimmm MY HEART—

- Are they kidnapping the overblot men?? What— the fucking absolute ｂａｌｌｓ on these robots

- God we’re getting absolutely ｆｕｃｋｅｄ in here

- AND THERE’S A CAULDRON IN THE BACKGROUND LOL DEUCE WENT HAM

- BRING ME BACK MY FUCKING CAT— >:’0000

- I thought there’s going to be a festival not a fucking kidnapping event HEY

- Oh 👀 Rook pls help

- AAAHH SERIOUS ROOK IS HOT—

- IS THE OTHER DORM LEADERS CHILLING WHERE ARE THEY KALIM PLS BE SAFE

- OH RIDDLE IS NOT ANSWERING THEY GOT HIM TOO

- Oh ghad they got him during clubs WTF HOW—

- *nervous hornii chuckling* …angry expression silver 👁👄👁 im sorry

- AAAA Dorm leaders actually be acting like dorm leaders is soo cool i cant—

- Bruh the story is all chaos what is this chapter

- Are they gonna get Leona and Azul too what—

- RIDDLE BABY Jesus christ dont overblot like this again lol

- DAMN HE STRONG FOR A SMOL BOI THO

- Whoever made these robots wtf is their deal lol TO BE ABLE TO BEAT A DORM LEADER—

- …Bruh where is our horned friend when u need him

- Silver and Sebek theorizing with dorm leaders but they took Jamil tho?? It’s probably the overblot men they’re after

- Also Malleus is probably good so you two calm down lol Lilia’s probs having tea with him right now

- Okay, Leona how are you going to get captured KING.

- Omg everything is getting destroyed wtf

- AW LEONA SAVED RUGGIE THATS CUTE AND COOL AF

- Bruh leona these are material robots— cant you just turn them into sand lol

- Oh they do have some kind of brand cmon just turn them into sand pls

- WHAT THE FUCK

- LEONA-SAN!? WHY ARE YOU GIVING UP— OJI-TAN!!!

- OLD MAN WHAT—

- *hearing leona whisper his reasons ✋ 👁👄👁 🤚 okay sir im sorry

- Damn Leona acting like a real prince right now— it’s kinda hot 👀👀

- BRUH PLS COME BACK DONT TALK LIKE YOU AINT GONNA

- BRO WHERE ARE THE TEACHERS

- THE BOARD GAME CLUB

- Idia : “bro we just chilling be cool— MY CHESS PIECE“

- “Aight ortho what’s the situation” “ｆｕｃｋｅｄ＂

- So Idia of course knows about this— why does he look like he’s so done lmao me getting the feeling this isnt the first time idia has encountered this situation before lol

- Man i want to see azul in action too but mehh— Idia told him to settle down cries

- LOL WHAT IS THIS KARONE ROBOTS

- Wait— are they taking idia too?? OH IS THIS THE DOING OF IDIA’S FAMILY

- WHERE IS CROWLEY— THE TEACHERS, YOUR IMPORTANT STUDENTS ARE GETTING KIDNAPPED

- AH THEY ALSO KNOW ABOUT THESE STYX BITCHES WHAT— and they’re just letting them GO whaaat

- Sounds to me that this must be idia’s family taking care of the overblotting students?? Like to protect Idia or something?? I DONT—

- “Gather all the dorm leaders” No, sir, they’re already gone besides my sunshine and the horn boi

- Malleus??? 👁👄👁 TSUNOTAROU

- Pls kill the robots they destroyed my place

- AAH UPSIDE DOWN LILIA long time no see lol

- Bruhh the diasomnia students are so lucky to have Malleus as a dorm leader omg

- BRUH LILIA’S RINGTONE IS SO CUTE LMAO

- Kalim sounds so desperate im so sad

- ARE WE— ARE WE GONNA MEET MALLEUS AGAINNN

- Bruh they just goku teleported their way out of the dorm lol

- AAAAHH EVERYONE IS HERE THIS IS SO FUN

- Wait jack is not here lol did they just forget about him wtf

- Oh shit we here too i did not know LMAO

- S-So are we just gonna..continue school like— like these styx bitches didnt just ruin half the school, my dorm, injure my bois, and took my cat or…???

- GASP AAAA STYX IS A BLOT RESEARCH FACILITY WHAAAT

- So that’s why leona and idia be like bro this is not worth it

- O-Oh yeah— they…they didnt know that Vil overblot— PFFT

- Malleus pls information who are you talking about—

- WHO— LILIA MALLEUS OH NO

- Ey, overblot squad are assembled lol this looks so dangerous

- LMAOO Riddle was sleeping on Leona’s lap for three hours THATS SO CUTE

- Where the fck did they take them, ITS CRAMPED AF

- Bro they’re just exposing Vil and Jamil’s overblot that’s supposed to be a SECRET LOL

- Oji-tan can sound so wise and reliable like this if he really tried lol sugar daddy energy

- Wtf these guys never thought that idia was from a big shot family??? They thought it was just coincidence that they had the same family name PFFT

- AZUL AAAA He was right there my guy BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY MAN

- oh. They finally opened— isn’t this the ignihyde dorm what

- WHAT THE FU— IDIA

- Bro— WHAT WAS THAT IT WAS IDIA ALL ALONG???

- WHAT IS THIS CHAPTER

This chapter is a fucking roller coaster like— literal 0 to 100 ＱＵＩＣＣ From having a moment with Vil and the bois to a FUCKING TERRORIST ATTACK LMAO IM HYPED FOR NEXT CHAP—

It’s been so long, I hope they released the next part soon (๑>◡<๑) I forgot how fine these men are lol at least I want to hear their voices again 👁👄👁

[kokororyuu]

once more [levi ackerman x reader]

synopsis: it was impossible. he would never see you again, levi thought, but perhaps he had jinxed himself. though he didn’t regret a single thing.

warnings ⚠️: angst, major character death(s), manga SPOILERS, (brief) suicidal thoughts, brief description of gore

word count: 2k

author’s note: i think this is one of my best works yet, like i literally LOVE love this one :>>, i think the only part i was kinda “ehhh” about was the part where [eradicated] dies because i cannOT write gore </3, but either way, have fun reading, bubs!!

PART ONE: miles apart

he missed you.

god, he missed you so much.

he still remembered your touch, your smile, your words, no matter how irritating they’d get when they interfered with work, but he couldn’t even blame you for being on his mind. after all, it was him who was attracted to you.

and in your last moments, you had whispered the same to him.

you were so addictive, like the tea he served himself daily. not too bitter, not too sweet, a perfect mix of flavors that seemed to wash away his unspoken confessions on the tip of his tongue every time he took another sip, leaving a bitter aftertaste and unsettled emotions.

levi couldn’t stay still in his office, burying himself in paperwork only to change his mind and toss his quill down with a sigh. he drew back the curtain in his office to stare blankly at the moon, now full as it had been that day; bright, blue, and breathtakingly beautiful. he scoffed at himself, he couldn’t believe he had caught himself gawking at the moon, its light casting shadows that danced around his room with the swishing curtains.

he just wanted to see you once more.

not mangled and broken, bleeding out beside him outside the walls, but with that familiar smile of yours that shone brighter than the stars, the sun, and held warmth that levi craved so badly.

the thought lingered for a second as he continued to gaze at the moon before he shook his head, how foolish of me, to think he would be able to see you again. his fingers traced the windowsill as he stayed deep in thought, maybe in another life, he mused before pulling out a book hange gave him from one of the drawers on his desk, lighting a lamp and beginning to read where he had previously left off…

“then i defy you, stars!”

levi didn’t know how he ended up in this position.

having fought over a dozen of titans, most abnormal, on his own after all of the cadets he had taken with him died, it wasn’t a surprise that he couldn’t avoid the quick swing of the titan on his left as he tried to dig his last pair of blades, now dull, into another titan’s nape.

he would’ve gotten up, could’ve gotten up, but he had sustained severe injuries earlier from trying to save the other cadets as well as save himself.

this was bad, really bad,

or maybe it wasn’t.

levi didn’t have the choice to decide, his limbs numb from the abuse and gaze hazy as he eyed the titan’s unusual gait, its figure stomping closer and closer. a heavy breath pushed past his lips as he used the last of his adrenaline rush to hook his odm gear into a nearby tree, swinging up onto a high branch and propping himself against it.

he wheezed, oxygen exiting his lungs and leaving him completely and utterly breathless from the exertion, but he figured that if he was up here, he at least wouldn’t die from the jaws of those horrid beasts and by this antagonizing blood loss instead.

blood seeped out from his wounds slowly and dyed his tattered uniform red, and with the silence and his vision fading in and out, he found himself thinking back to just a few months prior, his gaze latched onto the moon that peeked through the trees.

he wondered if he’d look like how you did that day, lifeless, cold, empty, soulless. he hoped your death wasn’t as painful as this, because no matter how numb the winter that nipped at his skin made him feel, there was still the hot searing pain spreading from the gaping wound on his side.

did you go through this much pain? did you suffer?

if it weren’t from the injuries, was it from his ignorance and blatant refusal to spare just a glance at you before you passed?

death was never a scary thing to levi, at least, not his own. he imagined times where it might’ve been better to just end it all. less suffering, less pain, no more losing loved ones. he hoped you felt the same when you died, that you left without regrets after your whispered-out words of confession.

once more,

he laughed, though it sounded more like a gurgle with all the blood pushing past his lips with every slowing rise and fall of his chest. he guessed it was about time his wish came true.

and then everything went black, and levi was swallowed up by oh-so-sweet embrace of the afterlife.

“levi?” a familiar voice called out in both confusion and surprise. “i wasn’t expecting you here this soon,”

he opened his eyes faster than he should’ve, immediately squinting at how bright it was, wherever he was. he wasn’t on a tree branch bleeding out anymore, instead, he was laying on soil, the dirt soft under his fingertips. the sky was bright and blue, a contrast to the dark sky of night that was only lit by the lonesome moon a second ago.

and most importantly, there was erwin, commander erwin, crouching down by his side with a look of mirth. levi’s gaze flickered around the area, eyeing cadets he remembered from years ago up and about, laughing and conversing with one another.

what is this, some type of heaven? he doubted that was what this was with all the death he had brought upon humanity, but he was sure this was some type of afterlife. erwin let out a soft chuckle at levi’s bewildered glare that demanded answers to silent questions.

“i know you have inquiries, but it’d be best to save them for later. i’m sure there’s people who’d like to see you first,” he stood to his feet and reached out a hand toward the other, him hesitantly grabbing onto it and pulling himself up from the ground. levi let himself be led to a circle of people chatting amongst themselves with bright smiles.

they welcomed him with open arms, poking fun at his arrival and calling him, “a newbie to the afterlife,” with his rapid fire questioning and quick glances around the open field.

“you’re looking for them, aren’t you, captain?” a former scout called out and teased.

levi couldn’t deny the obviously true accusation, scowling and crossing his arms as a defense mechanism, “zip it, cadet. afterlife or not, i can still beat your ass,” a few giggles and laughs erupted from the group while some sheepishly tried to cover them up with coughs and clearing their throats.

it was true, he was looking for you. he had hoped you would’ve been the first person he saw, but you were nowhere to be found. an anxious feeling gnawed at him and thoughts filled with doubt swirled in his chest.

did you not want to see him?

you probably didn’t, especially after what he had done.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

the words stained his conscience red.

“i'm leaving,” levi turned on his heels and began walking without waiting for a response. erwin rose a brow at his murmur but nodded nonetheless, bidding him goodbye.

the skies were so blue, littered with white clouds that levi felt he could touch if he so wished to with just a raise of his hand. there was no sun, surprisingly enough

with how bright the afterlife was, and he was thankful for this. no sun meant no heat, no hot days that needed to be fought through or sweaty palms and heavily drawn breaths.

however, no sun meant no moon.

it was strange to not have nighttime anymore, no more stars to gaze at as he thought to himself and let those thoughts consume him. did they sleep? levi swept the area with his eyes and didn’t see a single room or bed. he wasn’t going to get used to this anytime soon, though he was thankful for how he strangely felt energized, or at least not drained from his insomnia like he usually was.

nevermind that, levi shook his head before scanning the area once more, where were you? he felt like his feet had been bringing him in circles—had he seen that cadet already? had this person already greeted him?—perhaps he was just lost at this point, in a crowd of people he knew or never seen before, but out of everyone there, there wasn’t a single sign of you.

he noticeably slumped, maybe he’d never see you again like he had prepared himself for. he didn’t deserve it after all.

but oh, did he miss you.

levi squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment and sighed, a furrow in his brow as he tried to settle the sudden drop of disappointment that settled in his stomach.

he just wanted to see you once more.

“levi!”

the man nearly tripped over his own feet at the voice that called for him. levi felt his heart soar, his skin buzz in anxiety, anticipation, hope.

he turns and—

it’s you.

you were running toward him from across the field filled with numerous scouts, weaving through the bustling crowd with that grin of yours, and your eyes, his light, twinkling so brightly at him.

you were coming closer and closer, and if levi just reached his arm out he could—

wait, his arm froze midair, his foot catching on the ground as he paused before your open arms.

he was scared.

in your last moments, he had completely ignored you, had watched you leave the world as you confessed your love with your last dying breath. maybe you wouldn’t want to see him, to hear his pathetic excuses and apologies, but alas, you proved him wrong, surging forward in the second of hesitation and wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

levi tensed up, his arms hovering in the air like an idiot before he heard you murmur, “just relax, levi,”

and with those few words, levi felt every single tension in his body leave within seconds, his hands coming up to grip onto the back of your shirt as if begging you not to leave him, again.

though the whole situation felt so surreal, and he felt if he didn’t hug you tight enough, you’d slip through his fingertips, never to be seen again.

you were real, levi came to this revelation when he buried his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder, your heartbeat thumping as wildly as his as the two of you embraced.

“hi again, levi,” you brushed a hand through his ebony black hair with a breathless laugh.

“hello, my light,” levi whispered softly, sending a tickling breath to your neck, though he was pretty sure you heard if the little squeeze you gave around his shoulders were any indicator. you pulled away to rest your forehead against his, his eyes twinkling with such adoration, god, it was like you could see the stars.

“you know...” he murmured, his eyes closing and hiding their galaxies. levi felt his heartbeat pick up, and his hands trembled as they squeezed at your waist.

you were patient, tracing soothing patterns into his nape as you tugged him just a little closer, your lips brushing against his ever so slightly and sending a sweet chill down his spine. he almost became distracted from his original goal, his lips mindlessly chasing yours but stopping at the little tug you gave his head of hair. “go on, levi,”

god, had he missed the way you said his name. it sounded so perfect, and with your soft encouragement, levi drew in another shaky breath, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. “the moon was always beautiful,”

explanations:

“i defy you, stars!”

this is a quote from shakespeare’s “romeo and juliet” !!! i interpret it as levi going against fate to be with you again :>

“the moon was always beautiful,”

this is a connection to “miles apart.” he’s basically saying that he has always loved you :D

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A Sequel: Amazon Archeologist/Scientist AU, Part 2:

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1. “How does it feel to have cured cancer?” asked Kathy Lee. Scully couldn’t take her eyes off the rim of the host’s wine glass; it was smeared with lipstick, and the wine contained therein had legs, running down the bell curve of the glass in thin amber stripes.

It was oddly, surreally quiet on the unnaturally blazing stage -- multiple cameras pointing at them, a team of professionals sitting in dead silence in the dark spread out below.

“I only wish I’d done it sooner,” Scully said, going off script a bit. “I think of the people that died while we were still searching, still researching, while the studies were being checked and… I just wish I’d found it sooner.”

The host’s face softened, and she reached forward and put her hand over Scully’s on the arm of the chair where it was resting. She gave it a squeeze and Hoda took over, “Up next, the group BTS is going to sing us their latest single!”

There was a dull bell that rang off to Scully’s right and the stage manager stepped forward, headphones clomped over his ears, his mic slung low around his jaw.

“We’re clear!” he called, “Sixty seconds!”

The show would be cutting to a co-host standing at a stage set-up outside 30 Rockefeller Center. Scully reached up to unhook the mic attached to her lapel, and a trio of sound technicians descended on her. In ten seconds, she was relieved of all equipment, and she was left swaying in the funnel of the Fresnels on the too bright stage.

“You did great,” she heard from her left, and the show’s host winked at her, and retook her hand, leading her to the dim cool just off stage.

She found Mulder standing before her once her eyes adjusted, just outside the reach of the stage lights, looking nervous and out of place, his hands clasped behind his back. He was wearing a turtleneck and a suit coat, looking every inch the tenured professor.

“And who’s this?” Kathie Lee asked, looking at Mulder brightly.

Scully shook herself, trying to remember her manners. It wasn’t always easy, having spent so much time in the field.

“Uh, this is Mulder,” she said, “Dr. Fox Mulder. My, um… my fiancé.”

The television host smiled warmly at Mulder and clasped his hand.

“I’ve heard the story of your meeting,” Kathie Lee said, “It’s a real pleasure.”

“I’m a big Giants fan,” Mulder said, giving her hand a firm shake, “the pleasure’s all mine.”

The host winked at him and then stalked off, and Scully exhaled, falling a little into Mulder’s side.

“I’m glad that’s over,” she said.

“The price you pay for changing the course of human history,” Mulder mumbled, squeezing her into his side and kissing her hairline. He led her off the soundstage and into a waiting limo.

2. It had been a whirlwind since the Nobel Prize Award ceremony in Stockholm. It was cold in Sweden in December — especially to a person who’d spent years in the humid jungles off the beaten paths of the world, and she and Mulder both felt out of place and perpetually in the clasp of a bone-clutching chill.

“I just want to be back in the field,” she’d whisper to him, and he would kiss her hand. With the prize money, they could buy a house, start a family — but they both would rather be in a jungle somewhere, sweating into the other’s skin on a too-narrow cot, in a too-hot clime. There was no science when they were in the cradle of the other’s hips, there was just each other. Sex made life more simple. Sex made life more fun. But sex didn’t cure cancer. Pleurotus Mulderatus did that, and the world wanted to hear about it.

3.She had a free ticket. Any university, any assignment.

“I feel pressure,” she told him, her nose pressed into his ear. “What do you do after you’ve cured cancer?” she asked, earnestly, “there’s nowhere to go but down.”

He’d taken her to Rhode Island, to his family’s cottage in Quonochontaug, creaky and drafty and smelling of mildew and old pine. No one had visited in decades and everything needed to be cleaned and aired out.

They kayaked and frolicked in the waves, drank coffee in adirondack chairs and listened to the pinched squawks of hovering sea birds. They’d find a place in the dune grass, down low where the wind wouldn’t catch them. They’d soak up the sun and then go into the cottage and make love between the knotty pine walls, their moans absorbed by the thick shag carpet laced with the grit of sand, faded drunkards path quilts nailed to the walls.

“Down is a state of mind,” Mulder would murmur into her ear, “Up is fighting gravity. You have nowhere to be but here. You have no one to impress but me.”

He would catch her lips with his own and they would sink into each other gratefully.

4.Mulder was burning pancakes in the kitchen when there was a dull knock on the screen door.

Scully was laughing at Mulder’s culinary ineptitudes when she turned toward the sound, her laugh fading when a well-done-up woman appeared on the stoop, holding her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun’s glare, trying to see into the murky depths of the house.

“Are you press?” Scully asked through the screen door glumly, her mood taking a nose dive.

“I’m Samantha,” the woman said, and it took Scully a full five seconds for her synapses to fire, to figure out the identity of the visitor.

“Oh my god,” Scully said, swinging the door open to admit the polished woman waiting on the other side. The door itself was swollen with humidity and didn’t shut all the way -- it caught like there was a second latch. “Come in, come in!”

Samantha had a full head of thick hair just like her brother, but it was curled and tawny, streaks of not-quite-blonde highlights running from the roots. She was wearing Lily Pulitzer pastels, and would have looked at home in a sun hat or on the pages of Coastal Living.

“You must be Dana,” she breathed, smiling widely. Scully nodded and looked around self-consciously. “God, this place hasn’t changed in thirty years,” Samantha finished, shaking her head ruefully. “Where’s Fox?”

“Kitchen,” Scully said, inclining her head toward the cooking space, though she knew Samantha knew right where to go.

“You’re using the cast iron?” Samantha said boldly and apropos of nothing, stepping into the sunny kitchen, “God, I hope you seasoned that thing.”

Mulder’s face brightened at seeing his sister, and he turned to her fully, enveloping her in a hug, a greasy spatula in one hand, held out so as not to soil her clothes.

“Like you can cook,” he drawled, turning back to the smoking pan.

“I know enough to hire a caterer,” she said, plunking down in an olive green vinyl kitchen chair, looking at ease but totally out of place in the dated decor of the cottage. “So. Who do I have to fuck to get a mimosa around here?”

“Me,” said a voice from the entryway. The screen door slammed ineffectually shut and Scully’s own sister Melissa stood awkwardly in the slant of sun showing through it, holding several plastic bags laden with glass bottles and juices, a hopeful, nervous smile on her face.

“Missy?!” Scully squeaked, and Mulder looked to the door, his face chagrined and pleased as Scully launched herself at her sister, wrapping herself in the earthy patchouli smell of the woman, the plastic bags clunking to the floor at their feet.

XxXxXxXxXxX

“I got ordained online,” Melissa said, drinking a Bellini from a yellow smiley-face mug, her feet tucked under her on a rough-hewn dining chair. “It’s perfectly legal.”

“But it’s--” Scully started, then abandoned her argument. She looked to Mulder desperately, who smiled and plunked a cup of hot coffee in front of her.

“It was only an idea,” he said, squeezing her hand and sliding an ancient sugar dish in front of her. The crinkles around his eyes had hardened in the ocean-reflected sun, lending him an air of easy humor she hadn’t witnessed much of in the jungle.

“Don’t you need two witnesses?” she asked, realizing how lame it sounded the second the words were out of her mouth.

Samantha leaned over and grabbed her hand, squeezing her fingers in such a way that made her feel bolstered and secure. “Not in Rhode Island,” Mulder’s sister told her, looking her square in the eye.

“We don’t have to do it,” Mulder said, still standing at her side, “but I thought…”

She felt overwhelmed with emotion, thinking of her father, who hadn’t lived long enough to witness her greatest achievement, which would have saved his life.

“Mom sent her wedding dress,” Melissa said, holding up a garment bag -- it was a yellowed ivory in the kitchen sun, the zipper up its middle aged and brittle.

XxXxXxXxXxX

They exchanged vows on the beach in front of the old cottage in a whipping Atlantic wind. Gulls hovered overhead and the sun was as bright as a brass doorknob, the air clearer than glass.

Samantha had read a poem by an amateur poet named Tim Pratt called Scientific Romance (Mulder having confessed to her later that night that it only seemed right to have had a reading replete with scientific notation for a wedding between two people such as themselves). Melissa had read words as old as the institution of marriage itself and they exchanged simple rings and had eyes only for each other. Scully handed her bouquet -- a small posy of wild swamp azalea and yellow flag that Melissa had picked the hour before -- to her new sister in law as she strode up the peeling wooden steps of the house. Mulder had insisted upon carrying her over the threshold and Melissa and Samantha had stood back thoughtfully, and were now sitting closely on the beach, heads bent together, talking in hushed tones.

Scully didn’t know quite what to do with herself, dressed in old lace in the heavy salt air, her left ring finger feeling as heavy and pendulous as an old bell. Mulder wrapped his arms around her from behind and told her they never had to leave.

“Nobel Laureates live in Rhode Island, too, you know,” he whispered into the hair behind her ear.

“Mmm,” she said happily, watching her sister and his dig their feet in the gritty sand.

He kissed the skin where her shoulder met her neck. “Life can be as simple as the state motto.”

“Which is?” she asked.

“Hope.”

5. She stood above the riverbank, the grass a trampled, muddy squelch. A monkey called from overhead, a high primate shriek that echoed through the canopy. Its compatriots soon joined in, the welcoming committee announcing the rare arrival of a visitor.

He sat in the back of the approaching hollowed-out canoe, his knees practically to his neck, the lanky bones of him jutting out at all angles. He wore jeans and chambray, all wrong for the climate, but the blue set off the dark mink of his hair, and his eyes -- as green as the river upon which his boat perched -- caught hers from twenty yards away -- they held her gaze as the craft glided to shore, and he leapt off with the galumphing grace of a power forward.

“Dr. Scully I presume,” he said, finding his balance on the slippery shore and reaching a hand forward. She clasped it gratefully, then brought it to her belly, which was protruding out like a carved fertility statue, a life-sized goddess, gravid and full. “I thank God, doctor, that I have been permitted to see you,” he finished, and they embraced on the shores of the jungle river, perspiring and damp and finally, finally feeling at home.

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Miles Between Us Chapter 13 ~The Reunion~

WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

Previously in Obstacle Course ...

"Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp! Don't ye dare leave me!" He shouted. "We love each other, remember? I was a prick for leaving ye on yer own when ye came to Scotland to be with me. I promise ye this will never happen again. And whatever problem we have together, we can fix this. Ye understand me?" He fell on his knees, grateful for the pain shooting up his thighs because his heart was breaking into thousand pieces. "I ken I could be a selfless arse, but I'm working on being a better person for ye ...for us. I love ye with all my heart, Sassenach, and I cannae imagine life without ye."

"What do I need to do to make ye, believe me, Sassenach? Ye ken, I'll do anything to prove to ye how much I love ye. Does he ken the things I do? Like ...like what song makes ye smile? I can sing it for ye if that's what it would take." When the silence lingered, Jamie puffed out a silent curse. "Christ ... I'll do it. I'll sing that damn song. Just so ye ken, I meant every word I said." 

Then he stood up from his kneeling position and gave Rick Astley a run for his money. 

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  The full moon illuminated Jamie's and Claire's path as they made their way to the cottage into the cold night. It seemed they were the only two people in the world, walking in comfortable silence, lost in their own respective thoughts, and the only sounds to be heard were their footfalls and the dance of the trees. Inhaling deeply, Jamie pulled Claire into the warmth of his body, gently kissing the crown of her head, and in turn, her arm slid familiarly under his jacket to settle around his waist. For the first time in five days, every cell in his body was alive and buzzing, and it felt amazing to hold and have her close again.

Earlier, after the excitement and stramash outside Christie's apartment building had settled, they'd gone back in search of Quentin. It hadn't taken them long to spot him where he'd leaned on the wall outside the pub working his phone, most probably trying to call Claire. Though Quentin had looked like he could go for a few more round of drinks, to his relief, he hadn't put up much of an argument when Claire had firmly suggested it was time to call it a day. They'd escorted him back to his lodgings, making sure he had everything before heading for home.

It had been a surreal day, and Jamie knew it was far from over. He'd sensed Claire wanted to talk, and who could blame her? They had a lot of things to discuss, but his depraved mind had other ideas. His alcohol-fueled bravado from earlier had long waned to be replaced with an urgency that pulsed heat below his belly. But he swiftly reminded himself to be an attentive boyfriend first and clear the air between them. 

After what he'd put himself and Claire through the last few days, he was done being a prisoner of the past and mistrusting the future. Here, at this moment with her, he was whole, and just having her beside him was healing invisible wounds all over his body. He needed her, but her needs came first even though her sweet scent and the sound of her soft sighs were piercing holes in his self-restraint. At nearly midnight, the air was icy cold, and yet, there was a fine layer of perspiration on his skin brought about by the anticipation of being finally alone with her.

When they eventually reached the cottage, Jamie had a hard time giving up her body's warmth to retrieve his keys, so he turned her to face him and locked her in an embrace. Savouring the feel of her, he wondered how the hell he'd managed to keep his distance; moreover, allow her to go to Inverness with Tom. 

"Home sweet home," Claire murmured, breaking his thoughts. She made a move to pull away, but he grabbed her hand and pressed his lips to her icy fingers instead. "I think I need a drink," she said, shivering, "It's been quite an eventful night, don't you think?"

Jamie shook himself and nodded. "Aye. It's been a riot." He finally let go of her, quickly fishing for his keys in his pocket and unlocking the door, letting her pass first. They were welcomed by two happy, hyper animals who circumvented him to get to Claire. Ah, wee traitors!

He shut the door and watched with amusement as Claire immediately fell on her knees, her arm going around Rollo's neck while her free hand scratched Adso's back ear. Jamie grinned when both nudged closer and let out chesty whimpering sounds as they were treated to Claire's lovefest.

His eyes landed on her unpacked bags on the floor. She must have left the cottage as soon as she'd arrived. "How'd ye know where to find me earlier? Ye never called," he remarked, divesting his jacket and dropping it onto the chair.

She looked up at him and smiled. "I didn't. When Tom dropped me here, I realised I forgot to hand in some documents for Mary. I kind of figured you might be out with uncle Lamb. So I thought before calling you I'd walk over to Tom's to drop the papers for Mary and well, ..." she shrugged, her eyes twinkling. "I was about to phone you, and who did I find outside Tom's apartment building? My boyfriend serenading Mary Hawkins, no less."

Almost completely sober by now, his head dropped to hide his embarrassment, his pained groan barely subdued in his throat at the reminder of the recent event. "Oh, Christ!"

She stood up, walked over to him and encircled her arms around his neck, forcing him to glance at her smiling face. "I thought you were adorable." She kissed his chin. "And I think Mary was chuffed to bits hearing your love declarations. She'll never leave the Highlands now, what with Tom as her new love interest and you serenading her in front of an audience. She probably thinks she's heaven's gift to Broch Mordha and vice versa." 

Her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck made it difficult to concentrate on what she was saying. "Ye should be righteously pissed at me for thinking ye were with Tom. And even if ye were in his apartment, I shouldnae have jumped to conclusions."

She contemplated his words. "We all get our jealous moments," she said quietly. "Well, I certainly do ...at least."

"Ye? Jealous? I only have eyes for ye, Sassenach. Ye have nothing to be jealous about." Then the image of Geneva's kiss came to mind, and his throat tightened. With everything that had happened today, he'd already forgotten about it ...until now. He knew only too well how the truth had its way of coming out, and he couldn't just dismiss it as an afterthought even though it didn't mean a thing. He needed to tell her before she finds out from someone else.

"Geneva," she whispered as if reading his mind. "I heard ..."

"Ye heard what?" She's already heard about the kiss? There was no stopping the weight of dread from settling in his belly. "Whatever stories ye heard about her and me, there's a perfect explanation for it, Sassenach. I can assure ye."

She didn't seem to notice his sudden discomfort nor heard the words he'd just said, her gaze too busy following the movements of her hands as they travelled down to his shoulders and over his chest. "While you were in Lallybroch, Willie came to check up on me once in a while to see how I was fairing. I thought it was rather sweet of him to do that." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, he mentioned something about Geneva fancying you, and that didn't sit well because I know she's your therapist, and Jenny preferred her for you." Her eyes suddenly dimmed. "Oh, God! Why am I even telling you this? It's so primary school."

"Sassenach ..." He brushed his lips to her forehead. "It's not ..."

She visibly shook herself. "No, let me finish. I know it's silly, but I couldn't help feeling the way I did. It was torturous knowing you were suffering, and I could do nought about it. I feared that night when you left, I may have made things worse by pushing you to talk about the past." True to her words, her expression was troubled as she chewed her bottom lip. "You see ...I want to be the one who can make things better for you, but I also recognise there are things about your condition that are beyond my understanding no matter how much I try to help or learn about it." She took a deep breath. "Geneva's your therapist, and she knows what she's doing. Sooo ...I have to put aside my petty jealousy and let Geneva do her work. But it doesn't mean I have to like her or the whole situation. So for the sake of ..."

"No, Sassenach. Stop right there." He dropped his mouth to prevent her from saying more, punctuating his words with a kiss. Their breaths collided, his fingers gripping her shoulders hard and digging into her skin. "Ye have every right not to like the situation. Because I dinnnae like it either." He searched her face, but her eyelids were at half-mast, and her gaze seemingly focused on his lips. He tipped her chin up. "I willnae be returning to therapy. So ye dinnae have to worry about her."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Wot? But why?" She stopped and looked at him suspiciously. "Wait. If this is your way of making me stop seeing Tom, sorry mate, not going to happen. This is work. And I'm not stopping you from going to therapy just because it's Geneva either."

"Woman, will ye let me finish?" He took a few cleansing breaths. "I'll wager ye a pound to a penny that ye willnae allow me to attend the therapy when ye hear what she did." 

She arched an eyebrow at him. "Why? What did she do?"

"She kissed me."

She stiffened and took a step back. "Wot?" Her expression of softness she had just moments ago made way for disbelief. 

He tried to rid the sudden tangle in his throat. "She stopped by today. She said something about wanting to talk about my progress. I told her I was busy. Then she threw herself at me and kissed me. It's nae biggie." 

"Nae biggie?!" Her eyes flashed, and her mouth open and closed. And then opened again. "Where did she kiss you? Lips or cheek?" 

Her question caught him like a surprise right hook. On any other occasion, he would have probably been amused with her display of jealousy, but the way she was looking at him now, was causing his heart to pound painfully against his ribs. "O-on the lips, but I ...ah ...immediately pushed her away. I swear to God, I did nothing to inspire it." 

She rolled her head as if preparing for a fight, and when her eyes landed on the bottle of tequila he and her uncle had been drinking earlier, she made a beeline for it. "On the lips, huh? Did you like it?" She poured herself a healthy measure in one of the used glasses without offering him one and downed it in one go.

Christ! "No!" 

"Any tongue involved?"

"Of course not!"

"You sure?" She slammed the glass down on the table, making him flinch.

What the bloody hell? The questions she was throwing at him was making him squirm on his feet, and for the first time, Jamie realised how similar Claire and Quentin were when trying to extract an answer. Both would undoubtedly make great interrogators if ever they'd decided on a career change. "What kind of question is that? The kiss happened so fast, taking me by surprise. I didnae have time to think. She might have tried to put her tongue down my throat, but I stopped her."

"And where did this happen?"

"What do ye mean? I already told ye she stopped by. I was here ...at home." 

"I mean, did it happen inside or outside the cottage?" 

Jesus! "Outside." 

"Outside," she repeated, more to herself. 

"Aye, outside. She wanted to come in, but I told her I had things to do and was expecting a visitor ...yer uncle, that is. Anyway, that aside, I didnae think it was a good idea to allow her to come inside, knowing that she's my therapist and fancied her chances with me."

"Hmmm ...so when she threw herself at you, you pushed her away, is that right?" 

"Aye." 

"Where did her hands go?" 

Confusion seeped into his already muddled head. Is this some kind of trick question to catch me of any wrongdoing? "What do ye mean?" 

"Geneva's hands. Did it go around your waist, neck or what?" 

"Oh, um ...around my neck." 

"And what about your hands?" 

Huh? "What about them?"

"Where were your hands when she kissed you?"

"They were by my side. The only time I touched her was to push her away from me. Ask yer uncle. He saw the whole thing. I didnae even know he was there." 

"And he didn't sock you?"

"Why would he?" he almost shouted. "I didnae do a thing. It was Geneva who initiated it!"

"Fine."

"Fine?" he gasped in confusion.

She didn't answer. Instead, she turned around and took off her jacket. That's it? What the hell just happened? I gave her the truth, and that's supposed to be good, right? Or am I missing something? He followed her strained movement, and he helplessly watched her grabbed her laptop bag and rummaged through it, the silence pulsing around them bordering on awkwardness. This was definitely not how he'd envisioned their reunion, he thought miserably. 

"Sassenach," he began, choosing his words carefully. "I can tell ye're upset about the kiss. Ye ken ye've no reason to be, aye?"

She shook her head, refusing to look at him. "No," she agreed, relief washing over him. "I've no reason to." She pulled out sheets of paper from her bag, looked at them and haphazardly stuffed them back in again, seemingly going through the motion of keeping her hands busy. 

"Then why are ye cranky all of a sudden?"

She let go of her bag and grabbed the bottle of tequila, sloshing over the rim of the glass as she poured another shot. "I'm not." She grimaced as she threw back the liquid.

"Ye are." When she poured another drink, he frowned at her. "Go easy on that tequila, Sassenach."

Her head spun halfway round in his direction, reminding him of that wee girl in the film, The Exorcist. Her mouth dropped open, and she glared at him.

He forced himself to remain patient. Claire was visibly upset about something, and now he wasn't sure anymore if it had to do with Geneva's kiss. "Sometimes, I associate alcohol with bad judgments and choices," he began calmly. "My own, especially. But ye've helped me make a lot of good ones in the past, and ...I just want to do the same for ye. Talk to me, Sassenach. What's really bothering ye?"

She huffed and balled her fingers into tight fists. "Fine! Do you want to know the truth? I want to start a fight."

"A fight?" He reined in his frustration of not being able to understand and took a step closer to her. "Why would ye wanna do that?"

A deep scarlet soared from her neck to her cheeks as she threw her hands in the air. "The last few days were trying, alright? It wasn't only you who was having a rough time with it. God, I've been worried sick about you. I've been trying to keep it together ever since you left, wondering if I'll ever get to see you before I return to London. And then ...and then," she hiccupped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a sob. "One bloody thing led to another. First, I got into a fight with your sister because of some stupid newspaper clipping she had in her possession. Then, not long after that, in the middle of what was supposed to be an important meeting with Tom, my boss dumps the responsibility of babysitting Mary onto my lap, and I had no idea how I was going to manage that with my uncle on his way. Then I got to Inverness, hoping to get at least some work done with Mary to finish her book so I could finally leave London for good and start a new life here with you. And you know what?" 

Jamie stood immobile. He longed to soothe her, but he wasn't sure if she wanted to be touched yet, so he waited even though he was slowly dying inside to hold her in his arms.

Her inhale became stuttered, and her eyes darkened with defeat. "I was grasping at straws to keep Mary to sit still long enough to extract a measly one thousand seven hundred words worth of work when I know she could do more in a day. But that's all I got for my efforts because she was too busy galavanting in Inverness with Tom. And speaking of Tom, I still haven't managed to make him sign the contract for his book and when my boss asked me why I couldn't even give him an answer and gave him some lame excuse. The only good thing that came out of Tom is, he convinced Mary to come here. If Tom hadn't been with me, I'd still be in Inverness with Mary. And now ...now I find out Geneva tried to kiss you while I was away. God, I want to scratch her eyes out. But I can't do that, can I? Because she isn't here. So I asked you those dumb questions to find a fault and start a fight because I wanted to vent after the last few days I've had. But even that, I can't do because you've done nothing wrong." She let out a groan of exasperation. "How sad is that?"

Suddenly, it all made sense to Jamie. Claire always put others' needs before hers with no thought for herself. He had to take better care of her. It had been easy to rest all his hopes and fears on her shoulders, and because of it, she was a massive part of his motivation to want more out of his future and be a better man for them. But if they were going to be together, his condition shouldn't always be her fight, and her burdens should be lighter with him by her side and not more. This lass had given him hope, and he's not going to rest until he gave her the same. Until she, too, knew her needs were just as important as everyone else's.

The boyfriend in him wanted to wipe the look of upset in her eyes. Confront the people that pushed her to act out in a way so unlike her usual self. Demand answers to find out what else was troubling her. He sensed, however, that questioning was the last thing she needed. So doing his best to be the protector this time, he opened his arms, relieved when she quietly walked into them. She laid her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist, and he held her, resting his chin on her crown.

After a few minutes of silence, she spoke haltingly. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. I didn't mean to pick a fight. It's just that ...." Her fingers tugged at the edge of his jeans, and he shut his eyes. He could hear the slight slur in her words, making him realise she'd drank tequila on an empty stomach. "The last few days have been mad, and I -I ...oh, hell, never mind. I'm just acting pathetic."

Jamie frowned against her head. "Sassenach, look at me." He drew slightly away and held the sides of her face in her hands, the unshed tears in her eyes crushing him to the core of his being. "First of all, ye have nothing to be sorry about. If anything, Tom, Mary, yer boss, my sister, including myself, owe ye an apology. And ye're no' pathetic and dinnae ever say that about yersel', ever again. Ye do far too much for others, including me, and it's about time ye did something for ye. The rest of the world can wait, and other people getting their act together is no' yer responsibility."

She blew out a breath, bright amber eyes holding his steady.

"As for Geneva, ye have nothing to worry about her. There was never anything between us. I'll talk to my sister and let her know what her friend has done. If Jenny refuses to do anything about it, I will make a formal complaint about Geneva's behaviour to the clinic's head myself. And perhaps, propose a new or my old therapist be reinstated."

"Jamie, I can't be responsible ..." 

"Ssshh, Sassenach. Ye're no' responsible for Geneva. She overstepped the boundaries, so it's only right she takes responsibility for her own actions." He pressed their foreheads together and looked her in the eyes. "I chose to be with ye as ye did with me, and I cannae have anyone disrespecting that, no' even Jenny. We're together, and we're supposed to be stronger as a unit. I need to step up my game and be there for ye as ye've been for me. For so long, I was so fixated on my own condition, I ceased seeing other people's difficulties." He pulled back and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Then I met ye, my feisty wee, Sassenach ...for the second time as a grown-up ...and ye taught me all about selflessness and courage. I want ye to know ye're important ...more important than what I want or what Mary Hawkins wants or what yer boss wants. And the things that hurt ye, they're no less painful than what I go through. Things are gonnae change from now on, and it can't be just all about me. I'm so sorry for abandoning ye and for not being there when ye needed me most."

The worst of the troubled look in her expression faded and was replaced by a wobbly smile. "There's nothing to forgive. We were both trying our best to deal with circumstances that were beyond our control."

He smoothed her hair back, picking up the locks and twining his fingers through them. "No, ye were doing all the heavy lifting. Every moment ye spent with me was a trial of fortitude ye were too stubborn not to meet. It would have been easy for ye to give up on me, but ye didnae. Ye always thought I was enough despite my shortcomings. Ye taught me second chances, and because of that, I dinnae want to believe anymore I deserve no' to have ye." He took a deep breath. "I thought my realisation came too late when I thought ye were with Tom, and I was willing to go at any lengths to win ye back and make ye see what we have is worth fighting for. After what I did out there tonight, I ken I'll be teased for the rest of my life for singing like a fool at the village square, but it's all worth it because I get another chance with ye."

"Another chance with me? I never left you, Jamie. I may have been miffed and hurt, but I've always been yours." 

He shook his head, more at the error of his ways. "Deep down, I ken that but the mere thought of Tom with ye, all reason and logic seem to fly out the window. In the future, I promise to keep those thoughts at bay. It's no' good for my sanity." He smiled at her. "Shall we kiss and make up?"

Laughing, tears spilt from her eyes. "I thought you'd never ask."

The urgency that had been building up inside him went off like a gunshot. He drew her in closer. "Christ, I love you, Sassenach and always will." His mouth descended over hers, impressing his vow with a thorough tasting of her lips, savouring the earthy, semi-sweet taste of tequila on her tongue. His thumbs traced her cheekbones and jawline, and when she swayed closer, and the softness of her breasts flattened against his chest, he let out an animalistic groan.

His heart started to pound, every muscle south of his belt tightening. It was as though he'd been in a dry spell for five years instead of five days. His mouth went dry, his palms itched with the need to touch her naked skin, and his body was on fire as the pent-up desire from the past few days burst in a torrent of heat. He was ravenous for her taste and for her hand to encircle his hardness, and he indulged in her eager response that was opposite her usual shyness during lovemaking.

Restless fingers tangled into his hair, clasping his head in place as she kissed him back and met his demand with urgency. When her hips impatiently pressed against him, her scent invading his senses, his cock grew uncomfortably heavy.

He dragged his mouth from hers, twisting her hair in his fist. "Jesus, if ye dinnae take it down a notch, I'll burst in my pants like a schoolboy."

She blinked as if coming from a long sleep, her lips wet and puffy from his kisses and cheeks bright pink. She gave him a slow smile that promised unspoken pleasures, sending his heart up to his mouth. "Not my fault," she hummed, going up on her toes to teasingly brush her mouth over his. "You made me wait this long." Maintaining eye contact, she took a step back and stripped off her clothes, revealing her matching red bra and panty. "So enough talk, Jamie. I can't wait much more. I want you now," she whispered huskily.

Her words did it. His lust-filled brain only gave him a split second to process what she'd just said before the need to be inside her dismissed everything else. That urge he'd felt to make up for lost time raced out of control. He could only see Claire with her dazed eyes, parted lips and loads of naked skin.

He seized her hips, walking her backwards and crowding her against the dining table, pushing the chairs aside to make space. Her breath rose and fell in a choppy rhythm as his mouth dipped for a desperate kiss.

Her mouth moved in perfect unison with his, wee sounds vibrating up her throat, ending where their lips frantically worked together. Lust pumping in his veins, he roughly settled her sweet bottom on the table and gingerly hooked his fingers into the lacey band of her knickers, shoving it down her legs. When she began tugging at the waistband of his jeans, he groaned into her mouth, knowing she needed him just as bad.

"I planned to make slow love to ye tonight. But now I cannae ...because I cannae wait to have ye." His hand slipped between their bodies, and he palmed her between her thighs. Ah, sweet Jesus! Sliding a finger deep into the wet heat of her entrance, he tested and teased, revelling the way her fingernails dug onto the skin of his shoulders in response, his head spinning at the feel of her moistness. "Christ, ye look so needy, ye're giving me nae choice but to take ye right here ...like a wild beast."

"Oh, shoosh, Jamie. Quit talking about it now. You want it just as bad." She began to undo his belt buckle, nipping at his neck as she yanked and shoved. When he was finally freed, he nearly fainted at the relief of no longer being restrained to his jeans. The relief was fleeting, though, when her smooth hands encircled his throbbing cock, her tight grip moving up and down, twisting at the base, preparing him when the only thing he needed was to be inside her. Ah, Christ, but it feels so good. Far too good ...

He couldn't take it anymore. He knew he wouldn't last long. "Enough!" he gritted. 

She gave him a look like he'd just taken her favourite toy. She unhooked her bra in retaliation and pushed her breasts up like an offering. His breath caught in his throat, stunned by the vision, her eyes, a translucent gold gleaming with arousal, beckoning him to take his fill.

He parted her legs and fisted his cock before rubbing its tip at her entrance. "I've missed ye so much. I might not last long, but I want this to be good for ye," he whispered hoarsely. "I may be a bit rough," He dipped his head, forcing her back to arch like a bow as he bestowed kisses on her breasts. "Are ye alright with that?" 

She nodded, feeling her shudder with anticipation and need. 

"Is that what ye want?" 

"Yes," she whispered. "Take me however you want." 

He whipped off his top and lowered his hand to her buttock, coasting his palm over the firm, rounded flesh and squeezing it tight. "Wrap yer legs around me."

Claire's legs wrapped around his middle and her arms around his neck. Her thighs glid around his waist with such exquisite perfection that he had to bite the tender flesh on the side of her neck to stop from shouting. The friction of his cock sliding between her legs where he'd touched with his fingers was too much. Almost propelling him past his breaking point. Too impatient to take the time to savour, he gripped himself and pushed deep into her entrance.

Watching her teeth bite onto her bottom lip as if to stop a scream from escaping, he groaned out loud as he pushed inch by inch, his focus whittling down to Claire and the heat enveloping his cock. Everything ceased to exist. He pulled out slightly before thrusting again, their mutual moans resounding on the walls of the cottage.

He shifted closer, needing to feel and touch all of her as possible. Keeping their lips locked, he seized her hips and started to move to the ancient dance of mating. There were no words to express the rough, grinding pace of what he did to her. It only bloomed more intense when she began matching his moves, widening her thighs and rolling her hips like she couldn't get enough.

"Oh sweet Lord, ye feel too good," he muttered against her mouth, hips pounding furiously. "How did I stay away from this?" 

She gripped the back of his neck. "I missed this too," she gasped. "Please don't stop." 

"I'm not hurting ye, am I? Tell me if I'm too rough." 

"No ...no, don't be gentle. I need you to take me hard." 

A tide surged inside him, mounting and building like a storm. Jamie roughly raised her hips to reposition her, dragging her arse to the edge of the table, her sweet moans telling him she'd like that. Unable to think past how she wanted it harder, there was no easing down now. He could only yank her leg higher and demand she keep up, ramming into her rough and fast. Her sighs and breath came out like hot rushes of air, thighs squeezing around him and starting to tremble. When her internal walls clenched around his cock, it warned him of her imminent climax, making his balls drew up so tight they ached. He dragged her flush to his body and buried his face in her neck, grunting with every deep thrust and muttering her name while his own release clamoured in his belly. 

"Jamie!" she screamed, convulsing against him. He immediately silenced her cries with a deep kiss, but she flung her head back and squirmed, tightening up where their bodies joined, pulsing and throbbing. "Oh my God."

He couldn't wait any longer. Hooking his arms under her legs, he pumped his hardness in jerky hauls, faster and faster until his visions blurred. The whimpering noises she made launched him higher, signalling his own peak, and he soared towards it, his climax made more intense from the knowledge that it was Claire who got him there. He thrust into her one final time and thrust deep, growling her name into her hair and squashing her to his chest as he'd borne the full force of what they'd done.

"Oh, Christ, Sassenach." 

Her hands ran up and down his back as she continued to take huge gulps of air. He knew he was crushing her, but he wasn't ready to let go. He wanted to remain buried inside her, holding her like this. With her heels digging into his arse and her arms around his neck. They fitted perfectly, her softness cradling his boneless heap, making him hard as steel again. Some part of his brain must have still been functioning because he jerked and reached out for her bra to cover her when his doorbell rang. Christ! Forcing his body to move with marginal success, he yanked her up and pulled up his jeans.

Claire slid off the table and grabbed her clothes. "Who could that be?"

"That better not be yer uncle or ..." Jamie trailed off, muttering curses under his breath, annoyed at the disturbance as he was just revving up for part two of their lovemaking. When he opened the door, a sense of deja vu hit him when he saw Mrs Fitz standing there with what seemed like a plate of a lemon meringue pie. What the fuck?

"Mrs Fitz!"

The older woman didn't bother to hide her curiosity this time as her eyes tried to peer past his shoulders. "Heard ye have company, lad, and I havenae seen Miss Claire the last couple of days."

He was about to say "none of her business" when Claire came up behind him, dressed back in her jeans and top. "Mrs Fitz, how are you? Is everything alright?"

Jamie stepped back and observed how Mrs Fitz's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. He figured instantly, his neighbour must have seen that kiss from Geneva earlier and that she'd probably thought the worse of him after hearing Claire's passionate screams. Right there and then, he decided, this time, he definitely needed to soundproof his home from eavesdropping neighbours.

"Ach, I saw light in yer windows," Mrs Fitz beamed, ignoring Jamie's glare. "Ye see, I've made too many pies and thought ye might like one. I remember ye enjoying this when ye stayed with yer friend over at my place this past Christmas."

"Oh, how lovely," Claire gushed, taking the plate from Mrs Fitz. "Thank you so much. Just what Jamie and I need right now ..." She blushed profusely, contemplating her words. "...after a long day."

Mrs Fitz clapped her hands. "I thought that!" 

Seeing how thrilled Claire was looking at the desert, Jamie tamped down the urge to say something sarcastic and just scowled at her.

Mrs Fitz must have read his thoughts as this time it was her turn to crimson, a probable sign of her guilt for being nosey. Suddenly at a loss for words, she rubbed her palms at her sides. "Weel, ye both enjoy it. I must get going as it's rather late. Good night, both of ye." With that, she whirled around and disappeared into the night.

He shut the door and sighed, and followed Claire to the kitchen. 

"Lovely lady," Claire remarked, sniffing the pie before placing it on the counter.

He turned her around and kissed her slowly, groaning when she opened her mouth for him without hesitation. "Ye're lovelier," he said against her lips. "But I'm not done with ye yet."

She grinned. "Pie first?"

Realising he'd never be able to compete with Mrs Fitz's homemade pie, he laughed out loud. "Absolutely ...why not?"

Dear Readers,

Well, here you go, their reunion! I hope you've enjoyed this lust-filled chapter. I must admit, though, when I was editing the sex part, I deliberately drank Bloody Mary to lose a bit of inhibition and make the scene a bit grittier. I hope it worked, but if it's too dirty for you, I say tough! 😆 Just kidding!

Anyway, thank you for commenting and showing your appreciation for my writing and your well wishes. I don't always reply back but be assured, your feedback is very much appreciated and anticipated. 

And before I forget, it's not long now before this arc finishes. There will be an arc three, and I will let you know more on my next update.

Signing off now and wishing you a fabulous weekend. Stay safe and always take care! X