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iloveboysinred · 4 months

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WEST DISTRICT [Saturo Gojo]

18+ mdni | Gojo x fem reader smut, sequel to you've been missed

synopsis; The days following you and Gojo's encounter, nothing much had really changed. You didn't know how he always found his way into your life. One night, he decides to take you out, his heart on his sleeve as he tries to win you back.

cw; sappy Gojo, three seconds of possessive Gojo, shower sex, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving, Saturo is a munch, change my mind..) "stop running" kind of activities, porn with feelings, minimal use of y/n (I don't think I used it at all), smutty smut smut MDNI!!!!!!!!1 lmk if I missed anything, minimally proofread, written by an amateur :')

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decided to rewrite this because I didn't like the first version at all, hope you enjoy sweet cookie bear readers :3 listened to this song while I wrote

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You had to admit slowly cutting Gojo out of your life was something you never thought possible to begin with.

All the time you had spent chasing after him and pining for his attention, you tried to now invest in yourself; improving your cursed technique, spending more time with your co-sorcerers, even indulging in new hobbies to keep yourself occupied.

But it was hard to ignore him. He was everywhere all the time.

Besides the few times where you would accidentally lock eyes, catching him glancing over at you on more than one occasion, you would hear chatter about him at Jujutsu Tech. Or irritatingly enough, your friends would ask questions about him, wondering why you never seemed to bring him up anymore. It seemed like no matter where you went, Gojo would follow.

It was frustrating, trying to pretend he didn’t exist when he constantly made his presence in your world known, even if it wasn’t on purpose.

What made it worse was the fact that things hadn’t changed much from that night. Gojo still couldn’t find time in his schedule to text you, let alone call you. It stung, sure, but you weren’t the slightest bit surprised. The only thing you could say is that his gaze lingered on you longer than it used to, and he made somewhat more of an effort to try and communicate with you in person. It was nice, but you still felt like he wasn’t treating you as a priority.

“I just need you to be patient, okay?”

His words from that night still buzzed around in your head, making you feel even more bitterness at the fact that since then he still hadn’t really made time for you. You thought maybe you were just overreacting, it had only been three days since the last time you had sex with him, and everyone knew he was a busy man. Knowing this you tried to be patient, but you just don’t know how much longer you could keep waiting.

So, here you were, laying in bed cozied up and watching your favorite tv show. It was hard to pay attention, your mind elsewhere, the tv empty background noise to the thoughts coursing through your mind. It was late and you thought you’d probably be heading to bed soon, but you couldn’t sleep, distracted by anxiously glancing at your phone once in a while, just to end up disappointed when the screen remained blank.

Your mind wandered over to Gojo, shamefully feeling giddy at the thought of him, his hair, his eyes, his body– down to the way he knew how to pleasure you so well. It was times like these that you wished he was there.

The warmth in your chest almost made you feel pitiful, reminding yourself that he had to earn the right to have access to you.

You gave your phone one last solemn glance before just deciding to pick it up, the stupidly cliché thought of “what's the worst that can happen?” convincing you to send Gojo a text.

“Saturday 7:30 A.M” “Good morning, pretty ❤️” “Good morning, toru” was the last exchange between the two of you before there had been radio silence on both ends. You stared at the texts for a second, pondering on what to send him. Should you ask what he was doing? No, it’s 8:00, what else could he be doing besides sitting at home? Maybe you should ask if he wanted to go out somewhere tomorrow– but then it would defeat the entire point of making him put in the effort. Your internal debate ended when your eyes caught the text bubble popping up on your screen. He was typing. You sat up a little in anticipation, turning your read receipts off just so he wouldn’t know you were stalking his messages.

“Heyyy pretty girl 🥰 whatcha doingggg?”

You turned your phone off, setting it aside and trying to focus on the tv. Stopping yourself from responding too quickly. You ignored your phone when it pinged again, swallowing down your anxious excitement. You felt like a highschool girl fawning over your crush. It was almost embarrassing how hard you had to force down the urge to respond.

But then it just kept going. Ping after ping until you caved in and checked your phone.

“Toru <333 (26 new messages) “

Swiping up you gaped at the barrage of messages, the text bubble reappearing right as you opened the chat.

“What is it, Gojo ? 26 messages is crazy.”

“Read receipts off, baby? I knew you were ignoring me 😣”

“You’re one to complain. Sorry I'm not waiting hand and foot for you anymore.”

You felt as if you were being unnecessarily cold, almost wanting to send a cheeky remark to soothe the sting of your response. But you didn’t, waiting patiently to see what he would say next. Afterall you were still on the fence about him, deciding a few rude words didn’t seem like a big deal compared to the way he has been acting for months now.

“Ouch, pretty girl. You’re so mean to little ol’ me… anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat with me tonight?”

You looked down at yourself for a second, considering his offer. Your bed was comfortable and you didn’t really plan on going anywhere, your pajamas and tousled hair evidence of that. But then again, you were always cooped up in your apartment, and this kind of energy was exactly what you’d been asking him for. You texted him your agreement and he told you to be ready by 9. You’d taken your time getting ready, pampering yourself and making sure you looked nothing short of ravishing. You opted for a sleek navy cocktail dress and some black heels, your hair pinned and framing your face perfectly, your simple outfit paired with some light perfume, the elegant scent sure to attract some compliments on your night out.

It was 9:10 when you heard a series of knocks on your door, signifying that Gojo had arrived. Glancing yourself over one last time, you opened the door to let him in. It seemed as though he had opted to keep it simple as well, wearing a plain white button up and some slacks, his blindfold gone in exchange for a simple pair of sunglasses. He greeted you, pulling a singular rose from behind his back and handing it over, a bright smile on his face. “You look amazing, y/n” he looked you over a couple of times, drinking you in. You gave him a small smile, setting the rose down on your countertop. The gesture made you want to melt, but you reminded yourself once again that this was just half a step towards him making everything up to you.

“Well, let's go. Are you just gonna stand there, Gojo?” you quipped, impatient to get going. “Sorry, just wanted to check you out a bit, baby” He smirked when you rolled your eyes, grabbing your hand in his and leading you outside.

The ride was getting to about 30 minutes from your place, you and Gojo driving through the city in comfortable silence. You would occasionally catch him throwing fleeting glances at you, his grip on the steering wheel tight. You could tell he was nervous about something, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. He wouldn’t tell you where you were going, or what he had planned. It was almost making your nerves act up as well, briefly wondering if he was planning to murder you or something.

You pushed those thoughts away though, when you pulled up in front of a beautiful restaurant. It was cozy, warm lighting filtering through the blinds and jazz music faintly humming from the inside. White curtains flowing freely from the windows on the second floor balcony overlooking the city underneath. It was probably the nicest restaurant you’d ever been to. Making you confused when you noticed that nobody was inside, only a handful of waiters and waitresses standing behind the counter.

“Come on, pretty. I reserved the whole place for us.” You looked at him in mild shock, Gojo looking away from you to fumble with the car keys, turning the ignition off and stepping out, coming around to open your door and help you out of the passenger seat. The place looked so much prettier now that you were standing in front of it. “Wow Gojo this is…a lot.” an anxious look briefly came over him, glancing between you and the building. “Is it too much?” you shook your head, offering him a shy smile. “It’s perfect, Gojo.. thank you.”

Walking in you were cheerily greeted by a waitress, bringing you up to the second floor to a balcony seat, placing down the two menus on the table. You barely caught the exchange of looks she and Gojo exchanged, the view in front of you capturing your attention almost immediately. You weren’t that high up, but you could still see the glittering lights from the buildings and skyscrapers in the distance. The breeze carried with it faint scents of food and the sounds of the city, blowing your hair out of your face, the flames from the candles dancing in the direction the wind was going.

You could feel Gojo’s stare, and you turned to meet it. Locking eyes for a second before he hurriedly picked up the menu.

“Gojo..” your voice was so sweet, warming his chest and encouraging him to peek at you from over the laminated piece of paper. You looked so beautiful, it took his breath away. So many questions and regrets swirling in his mind. How could he deny himself of you for so long? Why did he push you away when you were always right in front of him, waiting for him to be the person you deserved? He sighed, dropping the menu back down on the table, reaching over to grab your hand in his. “ I want to really apologize,” he knew he was starting in the right direction, but he just couldn’t get the words out, his anxiety of what you might say choking him up.

“I should’ve never said those words to you that night– I should’ve been treating you better from the beginning, honestly. I want to ask for your forgiveness. You’re so much more to me than a booty call. I care for you. I really do. I don't care what the higher ups or anybody has to say. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours.” His eyes bore into yours, heart dropping to his stomach when you pulled your hands away, looking at him with hesitation. He couldn’t blame you, though. The last thing he deserved from you was forgiveness. It was only fair that you broke his heart a fraction of how he had broken yours multiple times.

“Honestly, Saturo.. I think it’ll take a little more than a few nice words and a pretty restaurant for you to erase everything you put me through. I need more effort from you. This is our first date ever and I've known you for years. I deserve better than a text here and there and a once in the blue moon call. I want you to change, okay? “ You stared at him imploringly, sitting up to wrap your arms around yourself. “ I’ve had feelings for you since I met you, but we never went anywhere. I’m just afraid you’re gonna keep wasting my time.. “ His chest tightened, bringing his hands back over, grabbing yours from their secure place in your arms. “Baby, I swear to you– on everything I love that I won’t. I’ll be the man you deserve. I’ll change and I'll be somebody that makes you happy, okay? Just give me one last chance.”

Your face softened at his groveling, the expression of pure sincerity and pleading in his eyes making your heart clench with affection. It was so unlike him, to be so soft like this, and it felt good knowing he was doing it for you. “Okay..” he smiled at you, sweetly bringing your hand up to press a warm kiss to your knuckles. “Okay, baby.”

The night went by smoothly, you chatted, ate, danced and laughed. It was getting late now, and when you were readying yourself to leave the same waitress from before scurried up to your table, setting down a plate with a big slice of your favorite kind of cake, the words “Be my girlfriend;)” written in chocolate icing neatly decorating the plate. You looked up at Gojo with a blank look on your face, raising your eyebrows at his smug face. “Really, Saturo?” “If you don’t answer I'll eat it.” You rolled your eyes, picking up your fork and taking a piece into your mouth “We’ll see, okay?” he deflated a little, but still reached over to pick up a fork, taking his share. “You really shouldn’t eat with your mouthfull” “oh shut up, Gojo”

When you got back in the car the atmosphere was lighter, soft music playing from the radio, the two of you sharing little stories and jokes. It was nice, and for the first time you felt content with him, allowing those same feelings you had been trying to forget come rushing back. You watched him as he drove, lazily leaning back, steering with one hand on the wheel. He looked so good and you couldn’t help but squeeze your knees together, filthy memories swirling around in your head. Quickly, you look back outside, trying to distract yourself watching the city pass you by in a blur.

You pulled up in front of Gojo's home, deciding you should head back to his place and leave for Jujutsu Tech together the following morning. It wasn’t as extravagant as you’d think it was, but definitely bigger than the average home. It was a bit of a distance away from the city, sitting in a secluded area surrounded by trees and other plant life. The place was vacant, and quiet, you briefly reminded yourself that Gojo spent most of his time at the school, and Megumi lived in the dorms.

Gojo opened the car door, helping you step out and walk up the cobblestone walkway, mindful of the fact you had on heels. When you walked in he helped steady you as you took them off, dropping them right next to the door, the wooden floors cold under your bare feet. You’d been to his house a few times in the past, so you somewhat knew your way around, walking up to the grand kitchen, always clean from its lack of use. Gojo came up behind you, holding onto your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck. while you poured yourself a glass of water.

“Hey Gojo” “hmm?” “Do you have any soap and towels? I wanna take a shower.” You felt him smile into your neck “can we take one together, pretty girl?” he hummed, rocking you side to side. You paused for a second, thinking it over. Showers with Gojo could never just be showers. He always had his hands on you, pressing up against you so you could feel how hard you had made him. He always got so touchy; threading his fingers through your hair, sucking red marks into the side of your neck.

“Yeah...yeah Let's go” walking to his room he pulled out a pair of fluffy white towels from the closet, handing you one. You set it on the bed, opting to get out of your clothes right there instead of having to carry everything back with you. You stood in front of the mirror, catching a glimpse of Gojo behind you, watching you as you stripped right in front of him. You slipped the dress over your head. He sauntered over to you; pressing himself against your body. “Fuck…no panties, baby?” he rasped, making chills flit up and down your spine. “Mmhm” you teasingly whined your hips back into him, giggling at the low moan he breathed right by your ear. “Can we skip the shower, pretty girl? I think I'll lose my mind if I don't get a taste of you right now..” you reached up, placing your hand on his cheek, Gojo melting into your touch. He was so desperate, grabbing your hips and anchoring them against him, pressing your ass harder against his crotch. “Please..please, baby.” he whined, pressing light kisses against the side of your neck. You almost wanted to give in when you felt his hardening bulge against you.

You pulled away from him, suppressing a laugh at the stricken look that overcame his face, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around yourself, obstructing his view of you. “Don’t be gross, Saturo. We’re sweaty. We’re taking a shower” he rolled his eyes, grabbing his towel and following you into the bathroom.

Steam shrouded the glass of the shower doors, the heated water stinging your skin, your muscles relaxing in satisfaction. Saturo held you in his arms, his woefully resting his cheek against your shoulder. His fine strands of hair tickling your neck.

The warmth of his body made you want to doze off. He lazily rubbed your soapy washcloth up and down your back, playfully rubbing it over the swell of your ass, flicking the soapy cloth against your skin, snickering when your head parted from his collarbone, looking up at him with a bleary glare.

You looked so pretty right there, the steam made the warm color of your lips stand out, the droplets of water collecting in your eyelashes, dribbling down your skin tempting him to kiss you. He pressed his lips to yours, letting his eyes fall shut, blissful of the warmth radiating from your body.

Gojo quietly sighed into the kiss when you followed his lead. Pressing your lips back against his, holding onto his shoulders and deepening the kiss. He could feel his heart beating miles a minute and he swore he would die right there; relishing the feel of your lips on his.

He ran his hands down your sides, squeezing your hips affectionately, chasing your lips when you pulled away. Separating from you was making him dizzy, the steam in the bathroom causing sweat to sheen above his brow, the air you stole from his lungs making him struggle to catch his breath.

“Toru…” you mumbled, pressing your lips so sweetly to the corner of his mouth, his heart clenching at the nickname. “I love when you call me that, baby..” he breathed, his crotch against yours, the beginning of an erection hard pressed against the skin of your navel. “You haven’t called me that in a good long while, pretty girl..” you closed your eyes, leaning your forehead against his collarbone. His body loomed over you, his lips pressing nips and kisses to the side of your neck. “Say it again, baby..” he bit down softly on the junction of your neck and shoulder, his soapy hands coming down to grip the swell of your ass, kneading it firmly, the washcloth long forgotten, discarded somewhere on the floor.

“I never knew you liked it” his had creeped down to the underside of your thigh, picking your leg up and wrapping it around his waist. He backed you into the shower wall, eyes gazing into yours. His pupils were shot, droplets dripping from his hair, and running down the front of his face. The tip of his dick kissed the skin of your pussy, the firm head of his dick bumping against your clit as he rubbed himself against you. “Anything sounds good coming from your lips” he breathed, and you smiled, placing a sweet kiss right to his collarbone.

Looking down, you watched his length slide back and forth between your thighs, the friction making heat slowly rise in your core, warmth swarming in your chest at the blatant display of his need for you. “Toru, stop teasing me, its fucking hot in here” the heat in the room was frustrating, the steam from the shower and the warmth radiating from his body making you hazy. You didn't know how much longer you could let him tease you. He chuckled breathlessly at your impatience, leaning his forehead against yours. “I got you, baby.” You sighed in satisfaction when he hoisted you up, your back against the wall, his arms supporting you against the slippery surface. He reached down, teasingly rubbing the tip of his dick over your folds, tracing it over your clit a few times, making you whine, squeezing him the best you could with your legs around him.

He groaned, sliding into you. Your warm walls wrapped around him snuggly. Sucking him into your velvety walls, your pussy was a tight fit around his dick. He pumped you so full, your walls fluttered around his girth, thick tip slightly curved up from your position, pressing against your g-spot, the texture of your walls stimulating him perfectly. He rolled his hips in tight circles, slow fucking you, dragging his dick along your walls in a steady rythm. It was hard, not letting himself go and beating your walls loose, especially when you looked so good in his arms, sighing his name with every slow drag of his hips, your head falling on his shoulder, nipping at his neck no doubt marking him up. It was nothing short of heavenly, being right here with you now.

You melted into his arms, closing your eyes in bliss, your breathing picking up with his change of pace. All you could do was call out his name. Your hands searched for something to ground yourself with, pressure building at your core. It was overwhelmingly hot now in the bathroom, his warm body working against yours and the steam from the shower blinding you, making it hard to focus on anything besides the man in front of you. He rocked his hips into you, hitting against the spongy wall of your g-spot. His thrusts were consistent and well-aimed, soft grunts falling from his lips, eyebrows furrowing with effort.

You were crumbling beneath him, hushed curses escaping your lips, raking your nails down his back. The squelching sound of your wet pussy sucking him in was spurring him on, not letting up for a second. You felt yourself flutter around him, his thick dick stretching you open, dragging out moan after moan from your lips. It was sweet torture, the way his pelvis smacked against your ass with every thrust, barley even pulling out to roll back into you. The force of his movements makes you slowly slide down the wall, his arms struggling to hold you up against the slick surface.

“Hold on, baby” he pulled out of you, your legs turning to jelly when he set you down. He turned off the shower, sliding the shower door open. The bathroom was foggy, making it hard not to stumble on your way out and into the bedroom.

He eagerly laid you on the bed, crawling down in between your legs. He eased your knees apart, coming face to face with your pussy, your skin still damp. He happily sighed, languidly lapping up at your folds, sticky with the essence of your arousal. You felt your legs tense on his shoulders, Gojo spreading your thighs apart, holding them open as he tongued you down, burying his face into your pussy.

His lips slurped your clit up, softly sucking on the bud, flicking against it with his tongue. He hummed when your hands found his hair, running your fingers through the damp locs, shuddering when he pressed his nose against the skin of your mound, running his tongue over your folds, continuously coming back up to your clit. His eyes were closed, blissfully eating you out. You whined his name, rocking yourself against his tongue. He was taking his time with you, drinking in every last drop of your leaking arousal. The pressure in your core returned, your body tingling with pleasure.

He could feel you tensing into his mouth, now look up at you with half-lidded eyes. You gasped, feeling him latch his lips around your clit and suckling on it hard, humming against your pussy in satisfaction. Your muscles tightened, a low keen escaping you when you came, your legs closing around his head. He continued to suckle on your bud, flicking the tip of his tongue to grant you extra stimulation. It was like he was on auto-pilot, his lips never leaving your clit, your body convulsing under him, helplessly jerking into his mouth. After a few minutes the overstimulation was getting to be too much for you, weakly you pushed at his forehead, shying away from his mouth on your swollen heat.

He dragged his tongue up your slit one final time, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to your navel, your stomach rising and falling with the labor of your breaths. He propped himself up on his elbows, laying his weight on your body and gazing at you, watching you try and catch your breath.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, looking over your face, his eyes softening at you. You threaded your fingers through his hair, tousling it, smiling down at him, appreciating how handsome he looked when he was so disheveled, his eyes were still unfocused, his chin still glistened with the juices of your orgasm. It made you all the more needy, blood recirculating through your body, clit hardening once more, gazing at him through half lidded eyes. His fucked out look making warmth swell inside you. Your weeping pussy clenched around thin air, the room temperature making your clit all the more sensitive after your orgasm.

“I’m okay, toru.. I just need you right now.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss between the valley of your breasts, one hand coming up to softly knead your flesh, rolling his thumb over your nipple distractedly. “Is that right?” his eyes flitted back to your face, crawling up to be at eye level with you. He leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, hands coming down to spread your legs wider once more. “Yes, toru.. Please..” Your body was still hot from your most recent orgasm, the wetness between your thighs uncomfortably sticky, you could feel his hard length right below you, tip kissing the skin of your mound. “Please? Please what?” His voice was playful, almost teasing, his tone dropping down to a low murmur. You felt hot frustration bubbling up inside you, tired of his relentless teasing and prodding.

“Toru, just fuck me already, please” you pleaded, grabbing the back of his head and slamming his lips onto yours to convey your desperation. Gojo laughed into the kiss, pressing his lips harder against yours, tracing his tongue along your bottom lip. You pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting you to him, your eyes half lidded, panting with the effort of holding yourself up.

He leaned back, kneeling between your legs for a second, admiring the sight of your sopping cunt in front of him. He almost wanted to lean down and have his fill of you again, to tease you a little longer. But the uncomfortable ache of his dick, that's been hard for much too long, and the look of pure, carnal lust in your eyes persuaded him against it. He hastily grabbed your thighs, dragging you down so that your ass was flush against his thighs, flushed, leaking tip pressed right up against your pussy lips, throbbing with need. He braced himself, pushing into you at an agonizingly slow pace, watching your pussy suck in every last inch he had to offer. Your wet, aching pussy engulfed him, your post orgasm sensitivity making your walls twitch around him. He stayed there for a second, leaning his head back, eyebrows slightly furrowed in bliss.

He allowed a low groan to fall from his lips, moving his hips slowly forward, your walls expanding, fluttering to welcome his girth. He closed his eyes, leaning over your body, folding you in half against his lean build. “I’ve deprived myself of you for so long, baby” he grunted, hips steadily increasing in rhythm, rocking into you, his thrusts well aimed and precise, beating against your g-spot with vigor.

His movements felt so intense, your sensitivity amplifying the sensations he made you feel. There was nothing but static clouding your head, you couldn’t focus on anything but him inside of you, filling you to the brim with dick. It was hard to pay attention to what he was saying, his voice nothing but a murmur to your ears.

“I know i told you to be patient, baby..” you wheezed at a particularly rough thrust, hand coming down to press against his lower stomach “T-toru- ah! Baby, s-slow down” you whimpered, head lolling back when he ground his hips into you, seeing stars in your vision from the white hot pleasure shooting up your spine. “I-i told you to wait for me” he continued, panting, staring at you with half-lidded eyes, working his length into you.

He was slowly losing his mind at the way your body reacted to him. The sounds of your pussy squelching only turning him on. “But i’m tired of waiting, baby.” he slapped your hand away, fucking into you at such a pace you felt like he was gonna split you in two. “You’re mine” he growled, burying himself deep, so deep his pelvis was pressed hard against the hilt of your mound, his fingers coming down to pinch and roll your neglected clit between his fingers, attaching his lips to your neck, biting and sucking his marks into you, solidifying his statement. “Oh my god- Saturo! Fuck, baby, s-s’good” you squealed, shutting your eyes tight, fists gripping the sheets so hard the cover sheet was starting to slip off the mattress. “I know baby, only i get to fuck you like this, you understand?” he grunted, losing himself in the way your walls massaged his length, nothing but pure bliss running through him. The headboard rocked with the force of his thrusts, stroking your walls with a harsh rhythm, the stimulation on your clit sending you into euphoria. “I said.. Do. you. Understand?” he snapped his hips with every word, glaring into your teary eyes. You gasped, nodding your head frantically, too fucked out to even use your words properly. “Y-yes toru-aagh” you spoke in babbles, feeling like you were floating, his fingers on your clit and his thrusts making your soul ascend from your body.

It was all too much at once, your mouth running dry as you came again, body jerking helplessly under Gojo’s weight. Your head is thrown all the way back, tears blurring your vision from the impact of your orgasm. He eased you through it, moaning into your neck as your walls repeatedly constrict and release along his length, a ring of creamy white collecting at his base. His thrusts significantly slowed down, careful not to overwhelm you while chasing his own release.

You felt him spill into you, the warm, running substance of his cum dribbling down your thighs when he pulled out of you. You felt winded, limply laying on the bed– the feeling in your legs long gone, your body exhausted. The bed shifted, Gojo leaving for the bathroom and returning with a small towel, wiping you and himself down, trying to stop the mess between your legs from soiling the sheets.

He flopped down next to you, bringing you into his chest as he always did, bringing the duvet over to cover you. The silence was comfortable, the two of you basking in the afterglow. You spent the rest of the night exchanging soft kisses and sweet words of affection to each other, enjoying your moment of peace together. For once you felt hopeful, no longer afraid to embrace him; and Gojo felt the same, holding you close with care, letting you doze off in his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

In the morning, despite your soreness he took you again, and again. In the kitchen, in the living room- in the shower, again. He was addicted to you, to your body. He couldn’t deny the warmth in his chest seeing you fast asleep in his bed, wearing his white button up, the thick duvet shielding you from his view. Yaga had blown your phones up multiple times, but neither of you really cared, enjoying each other’s company, exploring each other’s bodies.

It was then he decided, watching you snuggle up into his sheets, neck littered with bites and blooming bruises– that he would do anything, anything in the world to keep you. Even something as small as picking the phone up when you called.

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Under the Stars

Country!Wanda x Reader

Adjusting to life on the Maximoff ranch was made a little easier with the love of your life, Wanda, showing you the ropes. The two of you got into a nice groove.

The schedule was pretty simple: 5:00 - Wake up, a little cuddle session. 6:00 - feed the animals and have breakfast. 8:00 - work remotely till 12. 12:00 - lunch time and snuggles with your gal. 4:00 - finish work and help out Wanda and her band with their next song and band practice. 6:00 - dinner. 7:00 - movie or old sitcom and more cuddles. 8:00 - go to bed with your country girl in your arms.

But then there came the weekends. Two whole days of fun for you and your country girl. Your future brother in law Piet loved having you on the ranch with him. With his sister distracted, he had more time to spend with his gal Crystal. And this coming weekend was one such occasion.

Saturday morning came and he tossed the house keys at you. "Crystal's Pa is out of town. I'm gonna head over and see where she needs the help. Try not to burn the house down. I'll see ya Sunday morning for church"

"Why? You gonna need forgiveness after tonight?" Wanda chuckles at her brother, earning a blush from him.

"Oh please" he rolls his eyes, "I heard your night practicing. You need forgiveness more than me"

You and your country girl couldn't help but blush. He wasn't wrong. And so with that, Piet left.

Wanda took a hold of your hand, "come on city boy! We got a whole day of fun!" She practically pulled you out the door.

First your country gal took you riding thru the open range on horseback. The two of you spent hours just talking about what you wanted to do in the future, what the next big steps were for Wanda and her band, all the while whispering words of love and affirmation to one another.

"You always know what to say, don't ya?" She giggled as the two of you share a picnic lunch.

"It's the truth, ain't it?" you responded. The country twang was starting to come in a little. Piet would blame it on Wanda's tongue roaming your mouth so much.

By the evening, you two ended up curled up in a shared sleeping bag under the stars in the back of Wanda's pick up truck. You got a little campfire going.

"This is the life. The only one I want with you" She nuzzles your neck. You kiss the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her strawberry shampoo.

"The best life" you whispered back.

Wanda looks to you a little nervous, "got a new song I wanted to test out. Mind if I...?"

"I love being your test dummy" you flashed her a gentle smile.

"Well you are my dummy" she giggled back as she pulled out her guitar.

She continued strumming her guitar, the fire pit gently illuminating her soft features. (You're Still the One by Shania Twain)

Looks like we made it Look how far we've come, my baby We mighta took the long way We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it" But just look at us holding on We're still together, still going strong

Mm (you're still the one) You're still the one I run to The one that I belong to You're still the one I want for life (You're still the one) You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of You're still the one I kiss goodnight

She leans against you. Taking in your scent. Everything about you. Wanda wished more than anything that she could freeze this moment in time.

Yeah (you're still the one) You're still the one I run to The one that I belong to You're still the one I want for life, oh yeah (you're still the one) You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of You're still the one I kiss goodnight

I'm so glad we made it Look how far we've come, my baby

She looks to you and smiles. "I love you, my city boy" her southern country drawl melts your heart.

You kiss her forehead tenderly, "I love each and every moment I can spend with you, my country girl."

You and your country gal arrived back at the old homestead. The nearby clock read 9:00.

"I wanna do one last thing tonight" Your country gal looks at you, hoping softly.

"Oh yeah? What?"

"I wanna build a couch fort with you" her soft voice giggles as the two of you race, grabbing every couch cushion pillow you could. You build more of a couch cave but it led out right by the TV.

The two of you rolled out the sleeping bag from earlier and cuddled there in your little couch cave, watching old sitcoms into the early morning hours.

Piet and Crystal came by the next day around 7:00am. He was a little tired, Crystal kept him up most of the night. "Wanda? Y/N?" He asked softly. His eyes caught sight of the couch cave.

He peeked inside and saw you and Wanda all cuddled up in your pjs, like two kids on a weekend morning. Piet couldn't help but grin.

"What?" Crystal asks with a smile.

"We can all go to a later service." He smiles back at his gal, "let them sleep a little longer."

Life on the Maximoff ranch was always full of little moments of fun and excitement. A little slower than modern city life but it offered it blend of memorable moments and loved ones that you were happy to call your family.

And Wanda does make quite the cuddler.

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Camp Wiegman-Part 26

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military Universe

Words: 5k

TW: Violence

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Wednesday, December 23; 8:00 PM - Home

A few days have passed since I returned to Barcelona. I’ve never enjoyed a vacation so much. There hasn't been a single moment of boredom. Mapi has practically been living at my place since I got back. As usual, her parents are off living their own lives without her, so she’s living hers without them. Sunday was fantastic. Joan was over the moon when we took him to the amusement park. He hadn’t realized I’d be staying for two whole weeks, so when he understood I’d be here longer than usual, he was ecstatic.

I haven’t told him yet that I’ll be leaving earlier for New Year’s, but he’ll probably be too busy to notice. As always, my mom and Marcus will take him to celebrate New Year’s with friends who have a child his age. In any case, I’ll make a resolution to keep in touch with him more regularly. He’s missed me so much that she hasn’t left our side even once. Not during our movie and TV marathon on Saturday, not during our day at the skate park the next day, and especially not when we went to the ice rink. Those were incredible days.

Today, we decided it would be a relaxation day. Joan is at a friend’s house, so we spent our morning at the beauty salon. We got waxed and had our nails done for Christmas Eve. My family will be coming over tomorrow. I usually take care of myself, but this time we wanted to be pampered. Well, it was mainly Mapi who was dying for it. She couldn’t let go of the idea. So, I sucked it up and wore clothes that didn’t require me to undress completely. She’s lucky I appreciate the results. We continued the day with lunch at a restaurant in town, and then we went to the pool. It was so much fun. It seems like it just opened, so there weren’t many people, and we could relax as we should.

Now, here we are, standing in line for the cinema. It must be around 8:00 PM. It’s a way to do something relaxing without being cooped up in my room. I found out while she was in the shower that she’s been harassed by Ana. Apparently, Ana is sorry and wants Mapi back. I was relieved to see she hadn’t responded to any of the texts, but also slightly hurt that she hadn’t told me. I respect her silence, though. I haven’t brought it up with her, afraid she might shut down. That doesn’t stop me from being a good friend. I noticed she’s been glancing at her phone whenever she gets the chance today. I sense she’s about to crack, so I’ve done everything in my power to keep her busy. It’s clear she’s not doing as well as she pretends, although I imagine our days full of activities help her not think about it.

It’s time to pay for our tickets. I don’t even know what movie we’re going to see. I let Mapi choose since I haven’t been keeping up with new releases while I was at Camp Wiegman. We have similar tastes, so I’m not worried. Mapi insists on stopping by the concession stand for some popcorn. I take the opportunity to grab a drink, which she ends up getting too. We then have our tickets validated and head into our theater. We’re half an hour early, so I’m not surprised to find the place empty. We settle in a corner at the top. Mapi is never quiet during a movie, no matter where we are. She has the annoying habit of commenting on every action. Needless to say, it annoys everyone around us. It used to irritate me too, but over time, I started commenting with her. We’ve gotten to the point where if we’re watching a movie at home, we pick one we’ve already seen to make sure we understand the content.

I still make the effort to go to the movies with her, thinking I can always rewatch the film online if it seems good. It reminds me that Lucy had offered to lend me some movies, but she never did. I doubt she remembers. That conversation must have been over a month ago. I feel a pang of guilt, realizing I haven’t written to her since returning to Miami. Then again, she hasn’t written to me either. After all, she’s just my supervisor; I shouldn’t worry. She’s made it clear more than once that we can’t be friends while I’m her student.

"Isn’t that Miller and Bryan down there?" Mapi asks me.

I scan the area, looking for two heads that could be our friends. I smile when I spot them a few rows below us, completely on the opposite side. It’s impossible for them to see us. I notice their little gestures of affection, which are so cute.

"Yeah, it looks like it."

"Should we call out to them? I mean, we could see them at the same time."

"They’re on a date, leave them alone. We’ll catch up with them after the movie."

Mapi nods in agreement. The lights dim shortly after. To be honest, I’m still having a hard time seeing them as a couple, but they’re so adorable. To think that a few years ago, it was us as a couple and them as best friends. At least Mapi and I were lucky not to lose each other. She clumsily apologized for kissing me spontaneously. I couldn’t blame her for needing affection. Few people manage to stay on good terms with their ex, but I’m glad we did. She was my rock back then, and I won’t forget what she did for me. My feelings were mixed when we first reconnected, but I quickly pushed them aside, realizing it wasn’t mutual anymore. I never knew if that was truly the case, but I guess she was just protecting herself.

The ads fade away, and the movie begins. As I predicted, Mapi comments on every action, but today it’s a bit different. She also starts complimenting the women in the film. She seems to find them beautiful and amazing She’s lucky I’m lesbianand find some truth in her words; otherwise, I’d get bored quickly. I join in, telling her my preferences. I’ve always preferred brunettes, even dark-haired ones,I find them more attractive and mysterious.

“Tell me an actress you find hot.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Just because. Someone you’d want in your bed.”

“I don’t want anyone in my bed.”

“You know exactly what I mean! Like if you had the chance to go on a date with an actress... Or a celebrity, whatever. Who would you choose?”

“Your question is really dumb.”

“Come on, play along. Give me a name.”

I think about it, running my hand through my hair. I have no idea. I don’t have a favorite actress or anything like that.

“I don’t know. Mila Kunis?” I say randomly.

“Mila Kunis?” she repeats. “Hmm… Not bad, true. Does she look like Bronze?”

I roll my eyes. And there she goes again, bringing up the subject. I don’t know what’s gotten into her with Lucy lately, but she keeps asking me questions about her.

“No,” I shut down.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that I wonder what she looks like. I have the right to be curious. Here, compare her to Mila Kunis so I can get an idea.”

I can’t believe it when she pulls up a picture of the actress on her phone. I already know she won’t leave me alone until she gets her answers. I sigh and look at the photo carefully to make a comparison.

“Lucy has a much finer nose and much fuller lips. As for her eyes, they’re almond-shaped and green, much more sparkling than the dark eyes Mila Kunis has in this picture. And her hair leans more towards a brown shade than black.”

Mapi nods seriously. She seems to be creating an image of my supervisor in her head. Her silence makes me wonder if I went too far with my details. I realize just how much I’ve observed her to know so much about her appearance. She finally turns to me with a small smile forming on her lips.

“She must be cute.”

“She is.”

“Is she taller than you?”

I think back, trying to recall moments that might give me an answer to this question. I nod eventually.

“Yeah. But only by a few centimeters.”

“So, you claim you’re not interested in her, but you can tell me details like that about her?”

A smug smile spreads across her face, and I realize my mistake. I knew it was a bad idea to tell her all that.

“You’re exasperating, Mapi.”

“And yet, I didn’t even point out that you called her Lucy. So that’s her little name?”

I groan at her teasing. I slowly run my hand over my face to avoid losing my temper.

“Where’s her part in her hair?”

“Mostly in the middle, but sometimes she moves it to the left side.”

The words slip out before I can hold them back. I’m surprised myself at how easily I answered. How did I retain such subtle information about her? Damn brain. Mapi mocks me without restraint.

“Just as I thought.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” she smiles foolishly.

“Yeah, whatever,” I mumble.

I sink into my seat, crossing my arms, clearly upset that my mind could betray me like that. How did I answer so instinctively? Lucy is my supervisor. Sure, she’s beautiful and attractive, but that doesn’t mean I’m interested.

Mapi tries to insist one more time, but she’s met with "shhhhht" sounds from all around. I think we’ve reached our chatter limit. It doesn’t seem to calm Mapi, who starts laughing at every scene that’s even slightly funny. No matter how much I ask her to calm down, it feels like she’s doing it on purpose to annoy our neighbors. They’re starting to get really angry, but fortunately, the movie is coming to an end. I wouldn’t have bet on our safety if it had lasted any longer. We hurry out of the theater as soon as the credits roll to avoid facing the hateful glares of the other viewers. Sometimes I wonder if we’re really civilized. Right now, I’d say no. I instantly regret our rush when we run into the one person we would’ve wanted to avoid on this earth. Mapi instinctively takes a defensive stance in front of me. Feli doesn’t take her eyes off me for a second, as if I’m the only one there.

- "Ona-..."

- "Don’t talk to her," Mapi interrupts in a sharp tone.

- "That’s not for you to decide."

- "Forget it. Let’s go, Mapi..."

I grab her arm, and I couldn’t say if it’s to pull her away with me or to stop her from doing something she might regret—or not. Mapi stays rooted to the spot, glaring daggers at my ex. I can understand her urge to tear her apart for what she did, right here and now. However, this is neither the time nor the place. All I want is to get out of here. I realize that’s not her intention when she violently shakes off my grip.

- "Get out of the way," she growls.

- "No," she says, stepping forward. "You know, Ona... I thought I’d see you again after what I injected you with."

A shiver runs down my spine as she admits this, never taking her eyes off me. No... I can’t believe it. She didn’t just say that.

- "I’m disappointed to see you in such a normal state..."

I feel myself wavering as she manages to slip past Mapi’s defenses to stroke my hand. Her gesture, which should be gentle, sends me spiraling back into a whirlpool of memories. I’m disconnected from my senses until Mapi’s fist slamming into Feli’s face brings me back to reality. Her punch is so powerful that she crashes to the ground, her mouth agape.

- "That’s for what you did to my best friend. And this is for sleeping with my girlfriend, you bitch!"

Her words are followed by a kick to her stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mapi this angry. I’m so caught up in the scene that I jump when an arm wraps around my shoulders. I struggle against the unexpected contact, but calm down when I see Bryan by my side. Meanwhile, Miller is grabbing my best friend by the waist, pulling her away from Feli before the situation escalates further. Security has been called. They arrived just in time to restrain my ex, who was about to fight back. The guys managed to defuse the situation by announcing our departure. However, Mapi isn’t willing to leave it at that.

"Don't let her go!" she spits out. "She's gone mad, and she's stalking my friend. She even just admitted in front of everyone that she drugged her to get her back! You better not let her follow us, or I'll press charges against you!"

"Mapi, that's enough," says Miller, trying to calm her down.

"No, it's not enough! That bitch deserves what’s coming to her!"

"Let's just leave, please."

Bryan nods and leads me towards the exit. Thankfully, Miller is strong enough to drag Mapi out with us after apologizing to the officers. I'm struggling to process the whole encounter. It feels like I'm in shock. Mapi keeps cursing under her breath to vent her frustration, which isn't helping me pull myself together. If the guys hadn't intervened, things could've gone really wrong. It's only when we get outside that Mapi notices my state. She immediately pulls me into her arms.

"Are you okay?" she murmurs.

I want to answer her, but no words come out. I try to nod to reassure her, but it’s all lies. Feli drugged me. She really drugged me to make me relapse. How can I be okay? I can't even tell if she went further because I have no memory of it. For all I know... No, I don't even want to think about it.

"How about we forget this whole incident by grabbing a drink?" Miller suggests. "We wanted to catch up, so now's the time."

Mapi agrees without consulting me, so I have no choice but to go along. Miller drives us there in his car. Mapi and I are in the back. She's set her anger aside to try to lift my spirits. It's a lost cause, but I appreciate the effort. When we get to the bar, I wait just long enough to order a drink before excusing myself. I need to be alone and get some air. Mapi didn’t want to let me go out alone, but Miller convinced her. I couldn’t be more grateful. I sit on the curb once outside, burying my head in my arms to collect my thoughts. The evening has gone by too fast. I can't fully grasp everything that happened. After a while, I pull my phone out of my pocket and fidget with it, debating whether to call her or not. I realize I should've done it days ago. I muster up the courage to do it now. One ring... Two... Three... My heart stops when the beeping ends.

"Hello?"

Her voice echoes in my head. I can't find the words to speak. My lower lip trembles so much it affects me. I never thought hearing her voice would make me feel so relieved.

"Ona?" she presses, sensing my silence.

I let my head fall back into my arms as a sob escapes, one I can't hold back. Why do I always turn to her only when I’m not okay? She deserves so much better, even if she doesn’t want me as a friend.

"I'm sorry for calling so late..." I say between sniffles.

« It’s not late in Manchester " she replies calmly. "What's going on?"

"No... I—We’re halfway through the week... I- I should’ve called you much sooner," I murmur.

"It doesn’t matter, as long as you're okay. But you're not, are you?"

"I'm sorry for only talking to you when I need something," I say, choking up.

"Hey, that’s not true, and you know it."

"Yes, it is!" I cry out.

"Don’t raise your voice like that," she scolds me.

"S-sorry... I-I shouldn’t have."

She sighs long and hard, making me cry even harder. I feel so pathetic. I shouldn’t have called her now. I couldn’t even talk to Mapi, so there’s no way I’d be able to do it with Lucy either. I should've waited until I was more composed.

"Hey, Ona. I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to tell me something. Anything," she orders sternly.

"You don’t have the right to give me orders from afar," I say, managing a weak smile.

I joke to lighten the mood. I hear her laugh, which warms my heart. I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand and tighten my jacket, remembering I’m wearing hers. I couldn't find one that suited me when we were at the mall. I guess it’s because I’m already too attached to this one.

"I have every right over you. Have you forgotten?"

"It seems I have," I murmur.

"Enough joking... You didn’t call for no reason, did you?"

I groan, shaking my head. I feel foolish now that she's voicing the truth. I would've hung up a long time ago if I were her.

"Come on, spill it. You wouldn’t have called if you didn’t need to."

I rest my head on my arm, thinking for a moment. I do need this, that’s for sure, but how do I say it without breaking down completely? A silence falls between us that neither of us breaks. She’s waiting for an answer.

"It’s her..." I finally whisper.

"Her? You’ll have to be clearer if you want me to understand anything," she chuckles.

"Feli, my ex, the junkie. S-she’s the one who drugged me the other night. W-We ran into her with Mapi, and she admitted it. I—"

"Hey, calm down. Why are you reacting like this? Isn’t this supposed to be good news?" she asks. "It proves it wasn’t you who did it. That’s what you wanted to know, right? I think it’s a good thing. You didn’t relapse on your own."

How does she manage to find something positive in this mess?! I’m tearing my hair out, tormented. I know she's trying to reassure me, but she’d change her tune if she knew how seeing him again affected me. She can't know because she doesn’t know what he put me through.

"Well... If you say so..."

"Come on, dry your tears. You look so much cuter with a smile on your face."

She’s really trying to cheer me up. I smile timidly and run my fingers under my eyes to wipe away the black streaks of makeup that have probably run.

"So, how’s your vacation going, besides all that?" she suddenly changes the subject.

"Good... I’m enjoying it like you advised me to. And you?"

"Same here. I’m seeing my family and leaving for Portugal early tomorrow morning for a few days."

"You’re so lucky. I wish I could go back there too..."

"I can imagine. How’s Mapi? Is she doing better?"

"Yeah, she’s okay. We’re spending all our days together."

"Do you already have plans for New Year’s?"

"Yeah, I’m heading back to Manchester early. Leah and Alessia are hosting a party at their place."

"Oh. So Mapi agreed then."

"Yeah, it’ll be good for her to get a change of scenery. It was either that or we’d spend the night alone at my place."

"I see," she laughs. "That wouldn’t be the worst thing either."

"For you, maybe, but definitely not for Mapi. She’s never experienced anything like that at home."

"That’s a shame. Do you already know where you’ll be staying before school starts again?"

I stay silent. Honestly, I haven’t thought about it. Lucy laughs heartily. I hide my smile, rubbing my cheeks against the sleeves of my jacket. Damn. I’ve missed hearing her laugh so much.

"You haven’t thought about it, have you?"

"Not really, no," I admit with flushed cheeks. "I guess I’ll try to negotiate a spot with the Leah and Alessia, and if they can’t put me up, I’ll get a hotel room."

"A hotel?" she scoffs. "Don’t be silly. If you really have nowhere to stay, let me know, okay?"

"Oh no, don’t worry. I’ll manage."

"I’m serious. I’m not going to let you stay on the streets. Knowing you, you’d get lost."

"Ha ha ha, very funny!" I laugh sarcastically.

"It’s true," she giggles. "By the way, where are you? I can hear cars passing by."

"In the street, outside," I say with a smile, knowing how she’ll react.

"Excuse me?"

I can picture her frowning with a stern look on her face. Why am I still smiling like an idiot? Lucy must have this effect on me.

"I’m in the street, outside a bar," I repeat.

My smile widens even more. She’s definitely going to scold me. I start an unconscious countdown in my head. I reach zero just as she raises her voice through the phone.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!"

"No."

"Oh, so let me get this straight. One bad moment, and you’re ready to get wasted? If that’s your plan, you’d better head home!"

"Relax, I’m not alone. Mapi’s with me."

"And that’s supposed to make me feel better?" she grumbles. "She was with you last time too!"

I laugh, realizing she’s right. That night, she left me for her girlfriend, and she wasn’t in any better shape than I was. I don’t think Lucy noticed when she had her on the phone. If she had, she wouldn’t have trusted her to get me home. One thing I know is that I did the right thing by calling her. Without her, I would’ve ended the night with a brain in pieces.

"I’m with two other friends. I don’t intend to drink. If I did, I wouldn’t be sitting on the curb talking to you. I’d be inside drinking."

"Hmm," she says, skeptical. "You’d better text me every five minutes to update me on your sobriety once this call is over."

"If you want," I say with a smile. "Aren’t you going out tonight?"

"No. I have to get up early, so I’m enjoying a quiet evening in my apartment."

"Oh, I’m bothering you then."

"Don’t be ridiculous. I’m happy to talk to you."

"Oh really...? Me too," I admit. "I never thought I’d miss your bossy attitude this much. I keep thinking about what you’d say when I’m in an awkward situation," I chuckle.

"It’s been a while since you’ve called me that. I hope you’re at least listening to that little voice if you’re hearing it."

I hold back a laugh. If she knew all the trouble Mapi has gotten me into... I’d end up doing more than just laps.

"Come on, you have to tell me all the nonsense you’ve been up to now."

I finally laugh softly. My long silence must have given me away.

"No, it’s better not to."

There’s a silver lining to the distance after all. She can’t reach me, let alone intimidate me with her eyes and gestures.

"I’m not kidding. If you come back as that little kid from the very beginning, you’re going to hear from me."

"Hey!" I exclaim, offended. "That girl is long gone."

"Hmm, she’d better be."

I jump when a hand lands on my shoulder. I look up to see that it’s just Mapi. She’s leaning her head to the side with a small smile. I relax my muscles and timidly return her smile.

"Feeling better? You seemed really upset when you came out."

"Yeah... I’m feeling better," I reassure her without taking the phone from my ear.

"Who’s on the phone? Is it the person who managed to bring that smile back to your face?"

"Hmm," I shrug. "It’s Bronze."

I instantly regret being honest when I see a dreamy smile appear on her lips. I’ve just fueled her imagination. Those mental movies of hers won’t be going away anytime soon

- "Hey, I thought I told you not to use my name anymore," comments Lucy through my phone with a hint of playfulness.

- "I'll call you whatever I want!"

- "What does your boss want?" asks Mapi.

- "Nothing. How's your hand?" I ask, noticing an ice pack on her fist.

- "Hurts, but it was worth it," she giggles.

Both of them start talking at the same time, as if they're having a conversation with each other even though they can't hear each other. I don't know where to turn my head. I can't even decipher their words. I groan as I run my hand over my eyes.

- "For heaven's sake, shut up!" I groan.

I open my eyes again when the silence finally falls. I glance at my best friend, who is staring at me with wide eyes.

- "Thank you," I sigh. "How's your hand?" I finally ask Mapi, noticing the ice pack on her fist again.

- "Hurts, but it was worth it," she giggles.

- "Thanks again..."

- "It's normal," she smiles softly. "Well, I'm going home. Don't stay out too late."

I nod as I watch her go back inside. I groan, massaging my temples. I hope she won't be too upset with me for raising my voice.

- "You guys just gave me a headache."

- "At least now you know how it feels when you drive me crazy," Lucy giggles.

- "Are you kidding? I've never yelled in your ears, and I'm not that crazy!"

- "Oh yes, you were! At least, you used to be," she giggles. "You still have your moments, but now I find it adorable as long as you don't overdo it."

- "Oh, come on," I mumble, hiding my blush.

- "The worst was during exam revision when you wouldn't let anyone say anything to you."

- "Hey! Sometimes it was worth it, I was right!"

- "It only happened once!"

- "Once, but that question was on the exam! Believe me, I answered it correctly."

- "Well, good for you, if you can remember things like that."

- "Yeah."

- "Okay, I'm going to let you go; you must be expected. Enjoy your evening, but not too much."

- "Already?"

I have a hard time hiding my disappointment. I would have preferred to spend the evening talking to her. Am I crazy for wanting that?

- "Yes," she laughs. "Enjoy your time with your friends. We'll have plenty of time to talk when you get back. And don't forget to moderate, or even avoid alcohol, okay?"

- "I'm twenty, Luce. I can moderate myself."

- "Hmm, you never know.The past proved me wrong."

- "Not here. Do you have Snapchat?"

- "Snapchat? Why are you asking?"

- "If you give it to me, I could send you pictures of my drinks to make sure I'm not drinking."

- "Of course," she laughs. "Even if you send me a picture of a soda, who’s to say you haven't mixed it with vodka? I'd need to smell the drink instead, don't you think?"

- "As far as I know, there's no app that can do that yet."

- "You're silly," she giggles. "Okay, I'm letting you go. Don't forget I want texts. I wouldn't want you to do something stupid again."

- "I promise. Goodnight, Lucy."

- "Goodnight to you too, Ona. Don't stay out too late."

I put away my phone after we hang up. Now that I'm alone again, all my thoughts come flooding back. I sigh as I stand up. I pat my jeans to get rid of any dirt that might have clung to them. My butt is cold now from sitting on the ground. That wasn't very smart of me. I look at my phone, which is already vibrating. I smile when I see the handle, which I guess is her Snapchat: LBronze22. Wow, I can't believe it! I didn't expect to get it. My request was just a joke. I could know her whole life if she posts stories regularly. Then again, it's not impossible that she might block me too. I add her immediately on the app, then I head back inside. They're talking about the couples that formed among the people who were with us in high school. The room goes quiet when I sit down.

- "Don't stop on my account," I say.

- "How are you feeling?" Miller asks me.

- "Better. I just needed to step out."

I catch Mapi's smug smile, which I quickly avoid. She can smile all she wants because I do feel better thanks to Lucy. Thinking of her, I decide to kick off the fun by sending her a picture of my glass of soda. I caption it saying it's my one and only drink. I also take the initiative to write her a message, as she asked me to do regularly. I force myself to join the conversation to reassure my friends. I ask about some people I liked back then. The evening continues here for another good hour. I kept texting Lucy discreetly so as not to attract Mapi's attention. We decide to leave the bar around half past midnight. When I told Lucy, she seemed happy that I was being reasonable for once. Our last message exchange happens just as Miller drops us off at my place. We wished each other goodnight. I didn't want to bother her any longer, and besides, I planned to go to bed once I was in my room. I go to the bathroom first, then I join Mapi. Unlike the past few nights, it's Mapi's turn to hold me as we sleep. That's why I adore her. I don't need to talk or pretend with her. She knows me too well for that. Luckily for me, sleep caught up with me before I reached the point of insomnia.

#woso #lucy bronze #woso community #barca femeni #ona batlle #woso soccer #lionesses #sefutbol fem #ona batlle x lucy bronze #mapi león #mapi leon

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wandanatsthings · 7 months

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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭

Hii, so I’m writing this fic because I see ALOT of Wandanat x Reader where Reader is Basically just skinny white girls and while there’s nothing wrong with that I would love to see something more diverse so this is that enjoy :)

(P.s im dyslexic I’m trying my best)

Word count 1.1k

Warnings: If you consider fluff a warning then ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ lol I don’t think there are any, but lemme know if you see anything please!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha help you take out your braids

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y/n pov It was a Saturday morning and your girlfriends were at work, you were home alone so you decided that it would be a great time to take your braids out. You had them for three months now and your new growth was insane. You had been dreading taking them out because you didn't want your girlfriends to see you like that you thought they would judge you. So now really was the only time to do it so you could have it washed and in a new style hopefully before they got home. You checked the clock on your phone to see how much time you had. You were grateful to know that It was only 9:30 meaning you had plenty of time before they came back tonight at 8. With that, you got up and went into the bathroom to grab everything you needed to bring out into the living room so you could watch TV while you did the tedious task.

It was only about 4:30 and you barely had half of your braids down. Your arms were tired and your back began to hurt. This would be a lot easier if I had help. As soon as that thought crossed your mind. You heard the front door open and close. That couldn't be them. Their home way too early you thought...

Nats pov

Wands and I had left the house around 9:00 this morning leaving y/n home by herself. When we got to work we checked our to-do list to see what it was we had to get done today. Turns out we both only had mission reports due, So we both decided we'd work here at the Avengers Tower for a while and then come home early to surprise y/n.

Wanda's pov

After leaving the Avengers Tower, we went back home to surprise you. As we walked through the house, we could hear your favorite TV show playing and you calling out our names. When we turned the corner into the living room, we saw you surrounded by all kinds of hair products and tools.

y/n pov

As I heard the door shut I called out to see if it was them. “Wands?” “Nat?” After a few short moments, you see them round the corner with smiles on their faces. “Hi…guys, what are you doing home so early?” you ask them feeling a little self-conscious because they were seeing you exactly how you didn’t want them to. “We decided to come home early and finish our mission reports here to spend some time with you,” says Wanda. You look up at them with a smile on your face “Aw guys that's so sweet thank you” You tell them. “Of course detka, Um what's going on here?’’ asked Natasha. You then look around to see all of the combs, conditioner, and grocery bags that surround you. You look up at them and say apprehensively “I'm taking my braids out…” What you hear next surprises you. “Oh well, can we help?” Wanda asked. You looked up at them in shock.

You loved the thought of them wanting to help you. Now neither one of them knew much about your hair curly kinky type but they were always open to learning more about it and asked you questions. “You want to help?’ you ask them with surprise in your voice. “ Yes, why wouldn’t we?” Ask Natasha “Well I mean it is a lot of work and I can't look the prettiest right now.” you say looking down. “I can’t lie you do look a little silly like this but still you are the prettiest anyway you look. I think you look quite adorable like this.” Says Natasha. What she says brings a smile to your face. “Um okay if you guys are sure I would love your help, My arms are tired.” With that, they chuckle a little and sit behind you on the couch. “Okay love you're gonna have to tell us what to do though,” says Wanda “Yes of course” you reply. You had already had the braids cut so they wouldn’t have to worry about that. “So first you're going to pick up a braid, and you can choose to use a rat-tail comb or your fingers. With a rat-tail comb, you will take the end of the comb gently and slowly start to comb the end of the braid to unravel it.”

You demonstrated by using the braid you were working on before they came in. “And if you were to use your fingers, you would do it the same way you would unravel a regular braid, but remember it is still slow and gentle okay?” You look back at them and see them smiling while nodding. “Okay if some of them are a little hard to do just add a little conditioner and it will come out easier.” “okay we got it,” says Wanda. As they start to take the braids down you feel Wanda using her fingers and Natasha using the rattail. Both of them are extremely gentle, Not once pulling too hard. As they complete a few braids you all start to get into a rhythm.

It starts makes you wonder what you were so self-conscious about in the first place. After a while of comfortable silence, Wanda begins to speak. “Thank you for letting us help you with this,” she says “Why are you thanking me, I should be the one thanking you guys. Thank you btw” you reply. “I'm saying thank you for letting us help because this is very vulnerable and we appreciate you letting us get this close to you. For letting us see this beautiful part of you.” “ I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Natasha says. You feel yourself start to get emotional.

You always wanted to be with someone who loved all of you and never made you feel ashamed of yourself and now not only do you have one person who makes you feel that way you have two. “I guess I never really thought about it that way. I'm really glad that I get to share this part of myself with you guys too,” you say. When you turn around to look at them, they're both already looking at you with so much love and adoration in their eyes. You lean up to kiss them “I love you both so much,” you say “We love you more” they both reply. With that, you all continue taking the braids out and time goes by so much faster than it did when it was by yourself. Maybe that was because you had 2 sets of extra hands or because you had your beautiful girlfriends helping you and keeping you company. Either way, before you knew it you were all done. “thank you for helping me again.” you say. “Anytime” Natasha replies. “Okay, now who wants to help me wash it?” “ME!” you hear out of both of your red-headed mouths. You made a mental note to never try and take out your braids yourself again. Why would you when you have 2 very eager girlfriends to help?

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daisylovestickles · 3 months

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Story Time With Daisy

So this weekend was my session with @giggleesblog! We have been really good friends since I first started up my blog and it was only fair that I wanted him to be my first-ever session! Since we live about ten hours away from each other, we met halfway.

Our motto for the weekend was "you live and you learn". Why that motto, you ask? Well... we stayed in a hotel that looked a little sketchy from the outside, it smelled like weed even though there was a "no smoking or drugs" sign, the waitress from the restaurant inside the hotel was clearly high, and for some odd reason, we were put on the quiet side of the hotel (whoops).

Here's a little rundown of our weekend:

Friday: Both of us arrived at the hotel just in time for dinner. We both agreed beforehand that we wanted some time just the two of us before we went to dinner so we could take in what was actually happening, but we were both starving by the time Spencer got there. So basically, we were both just grinning like idiots while eating dinner in the hotel restaurant. When we got back to my room, we were still so shy to even speak, so we broke the ice by playing Mario Kart on Spencer's Switch. I'm a very competitive person, but I didn't expect what would happen in our four rounds of racing. Spencer beat me the first two games, but I came in as close second on those races. I came in first on the third race. We were poking at each other throughout the races but I told him I needed to fix my hair. Well this motherfucker started the fourth race without me! So of course, I had to tickle him until he told me where he hid my controller. Unbeknownst to his knowledge, he had my controller in his hand but didn't know where his controller went. So I ended up coming in first and he came in 11th, which led me to be first overall and Spencer in third. We went back and forth tickling each other afterwards, as well as exchanging gifts that we got each other. Next we watched Barnyard, but didn't pay much attention to it because we were still too busy tickling each other and having a pillow fight. The night ended with us cuddling before Spencer went back to his room for the night.

Saturday: We woke up around 8:00 am and had some cuddles and light tickles before we drove to Starbucks to get caffeine and breakfast before our real session began. We were both so much more ticklish in the morning, and we both took advantage of that. When we came back to the hotel, we played another round of Mario Kart, which I won again! We decided that whoever crossed the finish line first could tickle the other one until they finished. Spencer won 3/4 races but the reason why I came in first overall was because when I finished that one race first, I tickled Spencer so much that he lost concentration and came in 11th place on that race. We tickled each other more, using different tools and filming videos (which will be out on both our blogs soon)! We spent a lot of time going through each others' tickle spots (which let's be real, every spot I tried on Spencer was incredibly ticklish). What I was surprised to discover was the tops of his knees, his back ribs, hips, and shoulder blades were a lot more ticklish than I thought! We used tools such as paintbrushes, feathers, massagers, backscratchers, and a Pursonic toothbrush (which is evil as hell). For dinner, I took Spencer to one of my favorite burger chains in the city and walked around Target for a bit before heading back to the hotel. We watched Shrek 2 (the best one) while cuddling. Then, Spencer asked me to restrain him. I tied up his wrists and ankles (and asked millions of times if he was comfortable because this was both our first times doing this and I wanted to make sure he was 100% okay with this) and started really slowly tickling his sides and tummy. He used the word "green" to take it up a notch until he was ready for me to make him safe word, and damn did he put up a fight! He did so well taking his tickles! What got him to safe word was me rubbing his upper ribs. We ended the night with so much aftercare with cuddling and watching over our recordings that we made.

Sunday: The two of us woke up in time for us to have some morning snuggles before we had to check out of our hotel rooms. My left shoulder was really sore from sleeping on it wrong, and I was a giggly mess when Spencer tried massaging it. It took a while for us to pack up our rooms because we did not want to leave. We got breakfast in the city, and it was very crowded. I honestly didn't mind it all that much because the longer it took for our food to come out, the more I could spend time with Spencer. We also took a few minutes to get up from our table and did a slow walk to our car because we couldn't believe the weekend went by so fast. I didn't want to let go when Spencer gave me one final hug goodbye before we both left for home.

Spencer-Thank you so much for making my first session so memorable and special. We've been super close since I joined the community and I am honestly so thankful for our friendship. I can't wait for our next session 💛

#daisy loves tickles #my first session #tickle session #sfw tickles #tickle friends #session with spencer #story time with daisy

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wands-natsthing · 11 days

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Helping you take your braids out

This story was on my old acct @wandanatsthings I made a new one (aka this one) which will be the acct I use from now on.

(P.s im dyslexic I’m trying my best)

Word count 1.1k

Warnings: If you consider fluff a warning then ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ lol I don’t think there are any, but lemme know if you see anything please!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha help you take out your braids

Nats pov

Wanda's pov

y/n pov

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Feedback welcomed!!

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girlietips · 4 months

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Weekly reset day🤍🤍

I was asked to make a day in a life post. But I tend to vary my routine depending on my mood and vibe. I do have one very specific routine that I do on either Saturday and Sunday every week.

Rest routine

I usually sleep in until around 7:30-8:00 (which that sounds wild but I’m a morning person and I usually wake up at 4:30-5:00)

I do the typical hygiene stuff then I go downstairs put on a kettle for tea and chug a bunch of water with my supplements and medicine.

I then drink my tea while a write my brain dump list of all the maintenance tasks I need to do.

I then throw my bedding in the wash because it takes a while.

After that I throw on a cute workout set and go on a walk with my dog while listening to my favorite songs. Depending on my energy level it ranges from a 30 min to and 1 hour long.

When I get home I put my hair in a hair mask while I make myself breakfast and a protein shake. I try to eat very high protein and I always eat some fruit with breakfast.

I then take my everything shower and do my whole skin care routine and blow out my hair.

After I finish getting ready I then do an hour speed clean of my apartment.

I then dedicate 2 hours to completing tasks I wrote down earlier. Usually these tasks are paying bills, studying, deep cleaning things that don’t get touched during the speed clean. Stuff that hasn’t got done but needs to.

Next I go to the store and buy my weekly groceries I also will buy myself lunch as a weekly treat. I don’t eat fast food often but I set aside money for a weekly coffee shop run and a weekly lunch the rest I make myself.

Usually after I eat I like to do my hour of down time. I’ll watch tv, play the sims, or read my fun book. I try not to go on my phone and watch short form content for that long of a time usually I only go on my phone for that kinda content when I’m waiting for my food to cook.

After I eat I make sure to prep my ingredients for all my meals for the week so I do not have to think about my meals.

The rest of day depends on the week. Sometimes I go to a yoga class or go for a swim at the gym. Or sometimes I go do something with my friends.

Once I come home I immediately make a kinda big dinner (I put the rest away for lunches).

After dinner I usually take a bath and read for the rest of the night. Then I go sleep in my fresh bed.

A lot of my routines vary a lot because I find it is difficult for me to be consistent when I am really strict with my time blocks (which is why I didn’t really put time stamps) but this is all I typically do on my reset routines.

#it girl #that girl #glow up #girlblogging #self care #coquette #self love #healthy #healthyliving #becoming that girl #reset routine #sunday reset

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navithescribe · 1 year

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You know what I see?

You wake up one morning, seeing your orange turtle-boyfriend is sketching you. It's so beautiful, and you're not really sure if you're really as beautiful as the sketch makes you out to be...

Warnings/tags: MikeyxReader, insecurities in appearance, comfort, fluff

🧡🐢🧡

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Waking up, you listened to the sound of a pencil scribbling on paper.

You opened your eyes and turned your head, seeing your turtle-boyfriend sitting with his sketch book on the bedside. You smiled a little at his concentrated look on the paper, while in his orange pjs he always wore at night. He was just too adorable sometimes.

You had slept over at the lair again. Ever since you and Mikey got together, you slept over quite a lot. It was easy and comforting to next to the orange clad hero. He always made you feel warm and safe in his arms… as long as you didn’t watch any scary movies before bedtime, then neither of you would get any sleep at night.

Suddenly the scribbling stopped, and his eyes met yours. He smiled sweetly and your heart already melted for the first time today.

“Mornin’ Beautiful.” His voice was always cheery first thing in the morning.

“Good morning,” You answered, still rubbing some sleep out of your eyes, “what time is it?”

“It’s just about 8:00.” Mikey chuckled.

With a tired groan, you slowly sat up and leaned onto Mikey, placing your head against his shoulder.

“Too early for a Saturday…” you grumbled, which just made your boyfriend laugh. You knew he had probably been awake for about an hour, if not more. He was always an early riser.

You glanced down at the sketchbook on Mikey’s lap to see what he was working.

It was you!

A portrait of you in profile, to be exact. It looked like he had been working on that sketch for a while.

“What do you think?” Mikey grinned excited, handing you the sketch book when he noticed you were looking at it.

You took it in your hands, observing the drawing closer.

Mikey’s talent never ceased to amaze you. He usually drew you in a more cartoonish style, but this was more realistic, not something you saw him do a lot.

The shades, the form of your head, the details in your hair and your eyes, as you stared off into the distance.

It was amazing.

It was beautiful.

Very beautiful…

“Mikey-” you almost sighed, and handed him back his sketchbook, “I… I’m not that beautiful at all…”

You raised your head from his shoulder and glanced the other way.

You were flattered of course, the sketch of you was amazing… but was that really what you looked like to him?

Michelangelo hummed at your comment and looked back at his sketch for a moment, with a hand on his chin.

When you finally looked back at him, his face was suddenly very close to yours with a surprising serious look in his eyes, as if he was studying you.

You felt your cheeks warm a little.

“I don’t agree…” Mikey then said at last and removed his hand from his chin, “You know what I see?”

Before you could even think of an answer, you felt his finger on your lips, gently tracing them.

“I see a pair of perfectly formed lips…” he smiled softly. He removed his finger form your lips and traced his hand now, up your cheek and held the whole side of your face, as he now gazed lovingly into your eyes.

“I see two eyes, filled with wonder…”

Your heart fluttered.

His hand moved to the back of your head and stroked back your hair gently.

“Your hair has a special shine, when the light hits just right…”

You couldn’t help but smile at this point. He was just so sweet…

Mikey now chuckled, “Your smile is like a clear sky… all my worries just seem to drift away like clouds.”

You then felt his hand trace back down the side of your face, down your cheek, down your neck and stopped right by your chest. You blushed even more.

“I can feel the warmth from your heart, as it beats against my palm…” he almost whispered now, as if it was a secret between the two of you.

“It’s as if there’s a whole world hidden inside of you…” his hand moved from your chest to your chin, gently cupping it, “A chaotic, unpredictable, beautiful world… that I get to see glimpses of whenever we’re together.” his lips were inches away from yours now. “It’s a world that I love and adore…”

Finally, he kissed you.

You melted once more.

“You really think all that of me?” you managed to ask now, after Mikey had gently pulled away from the kiss the two of you had just shared.

He giggled and wrapped his arms around you in a warm and gentle hug.

“I do,” he answered, “and I think I managed to catch all that in my sketch,”

He then kissed your nose a little more playful now, and grinned.

“don’t you?”

You looked down at the sketch in the ninja turtle’s hand once more.

You smiled softly.

“Yeah… I guess you did.”

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Authors note:

I have been working on this for a few months now.

I was reading a danish poem "Til en Veninde" ("To a Girlfriend" roughly translated) and for some reason, it inspired this. 😅

Can also be read on AO3

#rottmnt #oneshot #rise mikey #mikeyxreader #rise mikey x reader #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #rise michelsangelo x reader #rise michelangelo #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #navithescribe #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt #rottmnt fan fic #fan fiction #fanfic #reader #navi writes

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quinnysnursery · 10 days

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whenever you can, can you make a fic of a daily routine with cg! matt and his baby? :) like the rundown of how he spends his day with her and how he takes care of her ?

[🩹] day in the life | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : cg!matt sturniolo & little!reader

summary : the daily routine of matt and his little :)

warning/extra tid-bits : use of Y/N, bath scene at the end (matt doesn't bath reader but still worthy to note)

word count : 2,226

divider credit : @agsthv

a/n : i have dyscalculia. this is a disorder that affects me ability to properly calculate time, so if anything seems to be happening too quickly or too slow based off the time stamps i'm really sorry (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)

Saturday, 8:00 am.

Matt wakes up

Waking up in the morning had never been easier for Matt, his brothers had always given him crap in the morning for waking up grumpy. Though that never seemed to be a problem when the two of you were together.

Like clockwork, Matt woke up at 7am every morning when the two of you decided to have regression days. It gave him just the right amount of time he needed to brush his teeth and get started on breakfast.

Saturday, 9:15 am.

Y/N wakes up

Technically, you always woke up at 8am. However, Matt had a weak spot for your sleepy-demeanor and couldn’t help but give you some morning cuddles before you actually woke up.

From the moment your eyes fluttered awake, Matt’s in “Dada Mode”. He leads you carefully from the bedroom to the bathroom, helping you sit atop the cool counter before helping you brush your teeth and get dressed.

Afterwards, the two of you make your way downstairs, Matt insisting you hold his hand. “Just in case” he always said, always pressing a gentle kiss to your temple once your hands interlocked.

Saturday, 9:30 am.

Breakfast

Breakfast between the two of you was something Matt would always treasure. The way you’d instantly spring into conversation, asking him questions ranging from “Where do pancakes come from, dada?” to “Can we play outside today?”.

Matt answered every single one with no frustration, even when you decided to go through “Why” phases. Today, Matt had made bite-sized chocolate chip and banana pancakes with scrambled eggs on the side.

During breakfast, Matt would usually give you the run-down of the day. If the two of you would be seeing his brothers, if you two had to run errands, etc.

Saturday, 10:00 am.

Independent Play

After breakfast, Matt would begin cleaning up the kitchen and run back upstairs to make the bed. This used to cause a problem as you weren’t necessarily a little who liked to be left on their own. After a few tears and tantrums, your carer finally came to a solution.

Matt would help you pick out an activity, usually a craft of some type before completing his morning task so you could have a bit of independent play, knowing that at the end, you could show Matt what you had been working on.

Today, you chose coloring. Picking out a My Little Pony coloring book before flipping to an Apple-Jack page, instantly getting to work.

A few minutes later, Apple-Jack was now fully colored in and you could hear Matt trudging downstairs.

“Dada! Dada!” You squealed, jumping up from your seat on the floor and rushing to the bottom of the stairs. “Look! Ap’le Jack!” You giggle, bouncing excitedly as you shoved the paper in front of your carers face.

Matt gawked dramatically, sending rays of dopamine through your body. You loved when he looked at your works of art. “Angel, this is amazing!” He smiled, pulling you into a tight hug.

It’s after this that the two of you find a space for the new drawing on the fridge before moving on.

Saturday, 11:30 am.

Daily Outing

Matt always tried making sure you got out at least once a day, whether it be a trip to the grocery store or a trip to the zoo. He knew regression was good for your mental health, he also knew that getting out of the house was amazing for your mental health.

Today, the two of you decided to go for a long drive and find a small park to have lunch at.

Matt quickly strapped you into the passenger seat, handing you your stuffed toy before closing the door and sitting on the driver's side.

On the car ride, Matt listened to you yap about any and everything you could with a sweet smile the entire time. Before you requested listening to music, which he happily turned on.

“Dada! M’ love this song!” You beamed, pointing at the radio excitedly. He chuckled, running a loving hand through your hair before turning it up a bit more.

The two of you continued on this journey for what felt like an hour, but in reality was only 30 more minutes. Not that you minded, anytime with your CG was time well spent in your professional opinion.

Saturday, 12:00 am.

Lunch

Thinking ahead, Matt had packed a small lunch before the two of you set off to the park. Nothing extravagant, just two ham and cheese sandwiches and a couple of water bottles.

After finding a nice clearing in a secluded area of the park, Matt wasted no time setting up a picnic blanket, sitting down and beginning to set out food for the two of you.

The picnic was amazing, just the two of you with the occasional squirrel that caused you to point excitedly.

“Dada! Dada look!”

“I see him, darling. Can you take another bite of your sandwich for me?”

Saturday, 1:30 pm.

Naptime

Typically naptime looked like you falling asleep on top of Matt’s chest while watching a random movie together. However, due to the distance of the park and your apartment, Matt helped make the passenger seat as comfortable as possible for you.

Leaning it back just enough to where your back wouldn’t hurt, turning on the seat warmer and playing some lo-fi disney music before putting the car into drive and taking any and every back road he could think of to avoid even the possibility of your sleep being interrupted by some random person’s road rage.

Matt made sure to throw his jacket over you, cursing himself for not bringing a blanket.

“Nini dada…”

“Nini bunny, we’ll be home soon.”

“M’kay…”

Saturday, 2:30pm.

Snack & Shows

Waking up was startling for you at first, unaware of how you ended up on the couch of your house and not in the passenger seat of your caregivers car.

“Dada?!” You called out, tears already threatening to spill out from your eyes. Matt quickly rushed in from the kitchen, setting down a small butterfly-shaped plate on the coffee table.

“Hey…I’m here hun, what’s going on?” Matt asked, brushing your hair away from your face. You stumbled for the words, eventually just hiding your face in his chest with a pathetic whimper.

“I was getting your snack, darling.” Matt cooed, rubbing your back. Just then you realized the small plate that was previously discarded was a homemade lunchable.

“For ‘e?” You asked softly, a smile appearing on your face. Matt nodded enthusiastically, “Just for you, look, I even put a piece of candy for after.” He said as he picked up the plate and showed you the various pieces of food on it.

Smiling, you slowly began eating your homemade lunchable, kicking your feet contentedly.

The brunette man watched you for a few moments before swiping the remote off of the coffee table, clicking the TV on and scrolling over to Disney+.

“Bluey!” You chirp as soon as you see the all too familiar logo appear on screen. Matt chuckles, nodding. “Okay, okay. Bluey it is.” He agreed, starting the show on the last episode the two of you left off on.

Matt was kinda worried at first that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy any of the shows you wanted to watch whilst regressed but after one episode of Bluey? Yeah he was just as hooked as you were.

Saturday, 3:00pm.

Playtime

Matt always enjoyed playing with you, no matter the activity. Whether it was a game of hide ‘n seek, barbie dolls, or walking around the neighborhood collecting cool leaves…Matt adored every second of it.

Today, you’d chosen to pull out one of the many craft kits that Uncle Nick got you. This one being “Paint Your Own Birdhouse” themed.

“Dada paint that side, ‘n I paint this side.” You instructed the man carefully, handing him one of the tiny paint brushes that were included in the kit. Matt nodded, smiling as he watched you immediately get to work with painting your side.

“What’s my princess/prince painting?” Matt asked softly as he began dotting clouds on the blue background he’d just completed, he was going for a sky look.

“Secret.” You smiled, eyes fixated on whatever you were working on. “A secret?!” Matt gawked playfully, earning a giggle from you. “Dada can see…after.” You decided, eyes glancing up at him for just a second.

Matt nodded, accepting that.

When it came time for the both of you to reveal your sides, you insisted on seeing Matt’s first.

Matt had painted on a nice sky-like scene, complete with clouds and a few stick figure birds. “Andy’s room!” You chirped, pointing excitedly. Matt’s head tilted in confusion for a moment before realizing the connection you made.

His sky-blue paired with the clouds looked like a replica of Andy’s bedroom wall’s from Toy Story. “It does look like Andy’s room! Good job!” Matt praised, wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled at this, settling into your caregivers grasp.

“Does dada get to see your secret now?” Matt asked, resting his chin on your shoulder. You gasp excitedly, gently turning the birdhouse.

Matt’s smile grew ten times wider at the sight before him. You’d painted on two stick figures, one resembling him, the other resembling you. If that wasn’t cute enough, a familiar bunny plush was also joining the pair.

“Oh my gosh!” Matt immediately jumped into praise, going on about how talented you were, and how you got the color of his eyes “just right”.

You soaked up every minute of it, in the arms of your Dada.

Saturday, 5:30pm.

Dinner Prep

Matt always tried to include you in everything he did, that included making dinner. Even if Matt was scared out of his mind about the various different ways you could get hurt, he knew that you knew the dangers of the kitchen and respected that helping him cook was a privilege.

“Spaghetti?” Matt offered, looking at the pantry as he tried to figure out what to make for dinner. “Nuh uh.” You shook your head, sitting atop the kitchen counter. “What about…sandwiches?” He hummed, earning another head shake. Sighing, Matt opened the freezer.

“Pizza?” He asked, holding up a frozen pizza box. You nodded excitedly, “Pi’za!”.

Due to the pizza being frozen, you didn’t get to help much with actually making it but you still enjoyed sitting atop the counter as Matt put it in the oven.

Saturday, 6:30 pm.

Dinner

Once the pizza had cooled off some, Matt wasted no time plating it on a dinosaur themed plate before serving it to his little.

You hummed happily, bouncing in your seat as you took the first bite. It was amazing, of course. You thought your caregiver was the best cook in the whole world, despite the fact the pizza came already made.

“Dada eat?” You asked as Matt sat down, a slice of pizza in tow. The brunette man nodded, brushing your hair away from your face. “Yup! Is it good?” He asked before taking his first bite.

You nodded, “Dada ‘s the bestest chef ever!” You claim, earning a wide toothy grin from your caregiver. “Ever?” He asked, basking in the praise. “Uh-huh!” His little nodded, continuing to eat her food.

Saturday, 7:00 pm.

Dinner Clean Up

Cleaning up after dinner wasn’t your favorite activity, but you did like playing with the bubbles in the sink.

“Careful baby, the water’s warm.” Matt said gently, his sleeves rolled up as he carefully washed the plates the two of you had used. You nodded, poking at the bubbles the dish-soap had created.

“Bubbles later?” You asked softly, looking up at Matt with a hopeful expression. Matt chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I’ll run you a bath.” He agreed.

Saturday, 7:30 pm.

Bubbles

Bathtime didn’t look the same for you and Matt as it did other caregiver and little duos. Some people were comfortable being bathed by their carer but you weren’t, which Matt respected wholeheartedly.

So, instead of Matt helping you wash, he learned to craft the perfect bath. Full of bath bombs, salts, squirt toys and of course…bubbles.

“Bubbles ready?” You ask, setting down your stuffed rabbit as Matt exited the bathroom. Your carer nodded, “All ready, call me if you need anything. Okay?” You nod, thanking Matt before rushing into the bathroom- closing the door behind you.

You couldn’t help but let out an excited squeal at the smell of rose-scented bath products that overtook the room.

Saturday, 9:30 pm.

Bedtime

When finished with your bath, you excitedly step into your pajamas and brush your teeth.

“All done?” Matt asked as you left the bathroom, the brunette man already curled up in bed. You nod, a sleepy smile spreading across your face as you climb under the covers and into your caregivers arms.

“Did you have a good bath?” He hummed, brushing your hair away from his face. You look over the bedspread, not answering him until you find your plush rabbit, “Mhm! T’ank ‘ou dada.”

Matt smiled at your words, kissing the top of your head as he pulled you into a tight embrace. Sleep looming over the two of you, “Night night dada,” You yawn out.

“Night night sweet pea.”

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🚨 Update on the current field situation in the Gaza Strip as of 09:00 PM on day 337 of the war on Gaza:

⭕️ Northern Governorate:

▪Martyrs and wounded as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a tent sheltering displaced persons inside the Halima Al-Sa'diya school in the Jabalia Al-Nazla area, northern Gaza Strip.

▪️More than 30 injuries due to artillery shelling on citizens' homes around Al-Qassam Mosque in the Beit Lahiya Mashrou', northern Gaza Strip.

▪The water desalination stations in the Gaza and North Governorates are still struggling to provide service due to the lack of fuel necessary for their operation.

▪️ For the tenth month, the Israeli occupation has prevented the entry of vegetables, fruits, frozen goods, and basic materials into the Gaza and North Governorates.

⭕️ Gaza Governorate:

▪️Two martyrs, including a child, and injured people as a result of an Israeli bombardment of a residential building belonging to the "Gherbawi" family near the Youth and Sports Roundabout in the Al-Nasr area west of Gaza City.

▪️ Three martyrs and more than 20 injured as a result of an Israeli bombardment on the "Amro Ibn Al-As" school in the Abu Iskander area in the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood north of Gaza City.

▪️ For the fifteenth day, Israeli occupation forces continue to advance in the Zaytoun neighborhood.

▪️ Heavy bombing, demolition, and burning of citizens' homes south of Street 8.

▪️ Very heavy Israeli artillery shelling on various areas north of Street 8, specifically in the regions of Al-Hasan Ibn Ali Square, Abu Habib intersection, and the Islamic Complex area.

▪️ The occupation forces continue to prevent the entry of cooking gas since the beginning of the war until now, forcing citizens to resort to using alternatives made of nylon, cardboard, and fabric, which may pose a danger to lives and property.

⭕️ Central Governorate:

▪️8 martyrs, including a child, and many wounded as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a group of citizens in the Al-Hasayna area west of the Al-Nuseirat camp in the central Gaza Strip.

▪️6 martyrs, including two children and three women, as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Eid" family on Old Court Street in Al-Nuseirat in the central Gaza Strip.

▪️One martyr as a result of an Israeli bombardment near the Gaza Valley Bridge north of the Al-Nuseirat camp.

▪️Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Radi" family northwest of the Al-Nuseirat camp.

▪️Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Abu Shawish" family west of the New Camp north of the Al-Nuseirat camp in the central Gaza Strip.

⭕️ Khan Younis Governorate:

Two martyrs and injured as a result of Israeli shelling on a house belonging to the "Jarghon" family near the Islamic University southeast of Khan Younis.

▪️Injuries due to heavy Israeli artillery shelling on several scattered areas of Khan Younis.

⭕️ Rafah Governorate:

▪️Two martyrs as a result of Israeli shelling on civilians in the Areeba area north of Rafah city.

▪️Recovery of a martyr and injuries as a result of Israeli artillery shelling targeting the vicinity of Al-Firdaws School west of Rafah city.

▪️Recovery of the bodies of martyrs since this morning from various areas of Rafah city.

▪️Israeli shelling on a group of citizens near the Al-Alam roundabout west of Rafah city in the southern Gaza Strip.

▪️Israeli shelling and demolition of residential buildings northwest of Rafah city.

Saturday, September 07, 2024

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how the boys act for church in the morning | hobie, miles, miles e-42, pav

warning’s: language

notes: i’m not saying any of there characters are christian in any way, shape or form but i thought this idea would be funny

Hobie

hobie is the type to whine and cry about waking up early

hobie would want to stay the night until that morning where he would try to lay in bed and just get left to avoid going to church

your mom looks at hobie like her son, and it’s her job to keep him straight, which he’s grateful for.

it was already 9 am and church started at 10 am everyone was ready except hobie. you walked upstairs to try and get him up much to his dismay.

“okay bee you gotta get ready now” your only response was a groan. “can i just sleep in?” you rolled your eyes “you’ve slept in a hour, no let’s go we can’t be late.” you walked out the room and to your brothers to check if he was ready “khalil,” you said knocking on his door “hurry up.”

you walked back down stairs grabbing your toast before your mom stopped you “goodmorning baby, where’s yo lil boyfriend at?” you smiled at her “still sleeping mama.” she rolled her eyes “i ain’t finna be late because of him, he can go all messed up i do not care but he’s going weither her likes it or not.”

your mama walked up the stairs and to your room where hobie was laying and rippled the blankets off “get your ass up boy, we are going to church and so are you.” she said before through a outfit out for him that she bought for church when he stays on saturday nights. hobie groaned sadly knowing that mama was not getting him up and knowing he would lose this fight.

“i told you the night before ‘you can stay but your going to church with us in the morning’ did i not?” hobie gave her a smile before replying “yes mama.” she smiled at him before leaving the room “be downstairs in 5 minutes understood?” she said eyeing him “yes ma’am.”

hobie stood up listening to your mom yell at khalil before her footsteps faded down the stairs. hobie got dressed and put on his bracelets with spikes on them before walking down the stairs before he even took the last step he heard your mom.

“leave them bracelets here, no need for them in a church,” he smiled “and hurry up and eat so we can leave, i ain’t finna be late become you wanted to sleep in.”

Pav

pav is the type to be excited because he gets to be with you and the family he’s grown to love.

he’s the type to wake up either with you or before you, in most cases with you and get ready.

you turned off your alarm the time reading 8:00 am you sighed and turned over to your boyfriend who was still sleeping. his hair covering his eyes as you moved the lox away so you could see his face “goodmorning pav” you said smiling him smiled back “goodmorning.”

you stood up pulling your alreayd messing hair into a crappy low bun before turning back to him “want some breakfast?” pav jumped at the idea already out of bed and tripped on the blanket causing you to laugh. “what was that? is everyone okay?” you heard your mom from downstairs “everythings fine mama you son only tripped.” you heard her laugh “which one?— wait never mind you mean pav.”

you walked downstairs making you and pav eggs and toast before sitting the plate on the table. to which pav scarfs it down causing your mom to look over “damn boy they feed you at home?” she said with a smile “they do but the foods so good here.”

you both got ready, your mom already banging on khalils door “wake up or so god help me i will pour ice cold water on you khalil.” the door swung open “hi pav, y/n,…mama.” she gave him a look before he nervously smiled and sprinted down the stairs.

pav wanted you to style his hair so you did, it wasn’t much different from his regular look but it was something “do i look okay?” “yes pav” “are you sure?” “yes” “absolutely posit-“ “pav! you look okay i promise.”

your mom smiled at the two of you as you showed her you’re matching church outfits. “lemme take some pictures.”

Miles

he gets up right when he hears your mom

he’s the type to act like he was awake the entire time

you got ready as usual on sunday mornings doing your hair getting dressed and a bit of makeup (if you wear it).

“miles, baby come on get up.” you said shaking him lightly he groaned and turned away “miles get up, i do not wanna hear mamas mouth this early.” he didn’t budge.

you rolled your eyes walking out your room and down the stairs and into the kitchen. khalil was already there and playing on his playstation 5 you rolled your eyes.

“im awake before miles?!” you nodded “sure are, he won’t get up.” khalil snickered “mamas gonna be so fuckin pissed.” “language khalil” “sorry y/n/n.”

you made some cereal and sat down before hearing your mom enter the room “where the hell is miles?” you gave her a ‘girl be oh so for real’ she rolled her eyes before yelling up the stairs.

“miles morales get your ass up and down there’s stairs now.”

there was a bunch of noise almost crashing before miles appeared with a nervous smile “i’ve been awake just laying down.” “boy, you wanted to stay the night which means waking up early for church.” he nodded before grabbing a bowl of cereal.

once everyone finished eating you’re mom called for everyone to take a picture “come here and take this picture,” miles stood there awkwardly. “pose boy, ima send this to ya mom, now come here to i can fix you’re shirt.”

you laughed at him and his sad expression of being all dressed up this early.

miles earth 42

he’s the first one up earlier then normal

he’s rushing you in the mornings, and asking you to fix his braids or redo them before church

miles woke you up at 6:30 am two hours before you actually had to wake up “what miles?” you said sleep engraved in your voice “can you braid my hair again please” he said smiling at you.

you rolled your eyes before sitting up and grabbing the gel and comb from your dresser “sit down, and don’t complain bc your ass is tender headed.”

the rest of that hour was filled with ‘ows’ ‘that hurts’ and ‘you tryna make me go bald’ “your done jesus help me.” he stood up look at his hair in the mirror “my baby braids my hair so well.” he said before drowning you in kisses.

“thank you miles now if you don’t mind i’m going to go back to sleep.” he laughed watching you fall back into a peaceful sleep.

only to be woken up by him shaking you “baby, you gotta get up it’s 8.” you rolled your eyes before sitting up rubbing sleep out of your eyes “heres your outfit we gonna match today.”

you nodded blindly getting dressed to tired to care. you looked in the mirror the outfit was actually cute your turned to miles “you style isn’t bad i’ll give you that.”

he smiled planting a kiss on your lips before heading downstairs you followed him making some food before you both heard your mom “y’all awake” miles responded “you know it mrs. y/l/n.”

“what would i do with out you miles” she said before kissing him on the cheek and continuing getting ready, walking back up the stairs “khalil wake yo ass up.”

you both laughed before miles turned to you “i love sunday mornings with you.” you smiled “i love them too.”

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr x you #spiderverse pavitr #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n #miles earth 42 #hobie brown x reader #pavitr x y/n #spider man: across the spider verse #into the spider verse

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octuscle · 1 year

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H hello sir

I’m a first time chronivac user and I don't really know how to use it, could you help me ?

I want to become a chav/skinhead

They always fascinated me, all tuff and courageous, always drinking beer and wearing cool clothes the way they speak and probably ejaculating always

Im quite sheltered and lonely, just wanted a change

Could you help me understand this app?

Mate, you are now 44 years old and a clerk at an insurance company. The idea that you could become a chav comes rather late to you, doesn't it? But don't worry, we'll manage it. We take the setting "Retroactive change with age reduction". Speed one year per hour. This means that every hour you will become one year younger. And at the same time you get a different biography for one year longer. I already have the perfect target image for you.

Friday, 16:00. Let's go! You go out with your colleagues for a beer in the pub to start the weekend. But your colleagues are bored. They only talk about work. And seriously: You're not interested in your work when you're in the office. A few times you try to change the conversation to soccer or boxing. But your colleagues are merciless. Miserable sycophants and careerists. After an hour, you say goodbye and look for a sports bar. Your club is about to play.

This place looks very much to your taste. In front of the bar, a few lads hang out with the right jerseys. Well, you're still standing here in the suit from the office. But nobody cares. You take a cigarette out of your jacket pocket and join the lads in getting ready for the game.

8:00 p.m. What a game! It was on the line. But you rocked it! You get the beer shower with full force. Fuck it! The atmosphere is boiling. You take off your wet shirt and jacket. And celebrate with your mates! Just as you go out to smoke another cigarette, a few fans of the opposing team come by. You yell what kind of losers they are. And the first fists fly. But the last four years in the boxing club have paid off. Of course you have to take a beating. Damn, the nose is probably broken. But the others look worse…

22:00. You stand in your ruined clothes with your bloodied face in a doorway and piss. Fuck, you're drunk… But the evening can't possibly be over already. At your home around the corner you will certainly find another party. But first you have to change your clothes. You sit down in the bus and play with your cell phone. A few of the lads are still sitting in the park. You promise to be there in an hour with a few beers.

There, that's better. Tracksuit. Your best gold chain hangs in front of your chest. And your feet are in stinky white socks. Now it's the weekend! One of the mates has his boombox with him. The beer is warm and tastes like piss. But you have your fun. And thanks to the victory of your team there is also something to celebrate. Shit, you are horny… You can't help but jerk off. One of you had to start. And then you cum on each other's soccer jerseys. It's bad that the police comes by at that moment. Residents had complained about the noise in the park.

It's 3:00 a.m. when you leave the police station again after lengthy instructions. Hey, this should not be the first time this weekend that you come into contact with the cops. Two of the mates come with you to the apartment. For one last beer. And a hot threesome.

Fuck, it's 08:00 o'clock when you wake up. The shift would have started two hours ago. Ten calls in the absence of your boss. That's a thunderstorm. You have to promise to suck him off after his shift. And to take the early shift tomorrow morning. Fuck, Sunday mornings are always the worst for street cleaning. You know that because you make a lot of garbage yourself on Saturday night. At least you can lie down again after a smoke and a sip of stale warm beer.

14:00. Process completed. Here you are: A 22-year-old crook. Without a completed education. You'll be lucky if the money is occasionally enough for a new tattoo. But boi! You have fun in life!

#male tf #chronivac #muscle tf #reality change #wife beater #age reduction #chav tf

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lance-thunder-reporting-live · 10 months

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Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Saturday, November 25, and there’s a 0% chance of rain. Highs are in the high thirties and lows are in the high twenties.

A group of Casper High students gathered in the Dennys parking lot at 8:00 last night to watch 18 year old Garret Castellanos and Danny Phantom fight each other. The fight was planned as a fun activity rather than a result of animosity between the two teenagers. Phantom agreed not to use any ghostly abilities, and Castellanos agreed to not use any anti ghost devices.

Castellanos won in the end, but this fight was far longer than the last time a similar event took place. Comparing this fight to the previous one shows a drastic improvement in Phantom’s combat skills, an improvement that I for one, hope to see continue.

It seems that the man who, back in August, dressed as Mario and ran around pushing over small children and punching people has returned. He is acting quite similarly to the last time he did this, so please be wary. If you see him, stay far away and contact the police.

The Fentons will likely not be driving today.

#danny phantom #lance thunder #unreality #daily report #11/25/06

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 1 year

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Roll Call

Chapter Two of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Three

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4K

TW: (Very) subtle hint at SA in readers past, gym member being creepy

Chapter Overview: Today is your first day at Brass Knuckles Boxing Gym. Benny has a surprise for you after your shift.

Notes: Hey everyone ! Still no set posting schedule, but I managed to get this one done this week. I have a pretty packed week coming up so I can't make any promises as to when chapter three will come out. thanks for dealing with me (': happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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Your alarm clock makes its presence known bright and early this morning. Normally getting up for work on a Monday isn’t anything that you would be overly excited about, but today is your first day working at Brass Knuckles. It’s also your first day getting back into a stable work and life routine. Which is something you have been craving since you moved. You feel like a nervous child the morning of a school field trip. The good kind of nervousness that buzzes around inside your body and lingers.

After hopping out of the shower, you head into your bedroom. You see your phone lying haphazardly on your bed and think about texting Benny to ask what you should wear today. He didn’t strike you as the kind of guy to enforce a dress code at work, but you also didn’t want to look out of place. Oh fuck it. He didn’t say anything negative about the jeans and t-shirt that you were wearing while you toured the gym. Might as well just wear something in the same vein as that to play it safe.

You slip into your clothes and wander back into the bathroom with your phone in hand. The bags under your eyes are a physical testament to all the stress you have been and are under currently. Maybe some light makeup you say to yourself. It’s not as if you had any intention of trying to find a boyfriend here much to Robbie’s dismay. You just didn’t want anyone to think that Benny hired a walking corpse to greet the guests. You check the time on your phone and realize that you need to leave right about now to make it to the gym by 7:30 A.M.. Benny had texted you over the weekend asking you to come in half an hour early so he could give you the rundown of what you need to be taking care of on a regular day to day basis. Your shoes get thrown on and you grab your tote bag as you run out the door to your car.

Thankfully Brass Knuckles is only a 15-20 minute drive from your apartment. You pull into the parking lot and turn your car off before taking out your phone. You text your dad to remind him that your new job starts today so you will be coming by to see him after 8:00 P.M. Monday-Saturday. When he quickly texts back you’re a bit surprised. You would think retirement meant sleeping in.

Dad: Have a good day, Sweet Pea! Make some friends. Remember to hit them in the throat and in the balls.”

You smile and heart the message on your phone. This is your dads not so subtle way of reminding you where men are the most sensitive. Since according to him, you were walking into the lion's den by working here. As you climb out of the car your smile drops. Maybe if you would have remembered his advice when you were 19, things would have ended differently.

“Are you ready?!”

There was only one voice you knew that had the capability to be that loud this early in the morning. You look up quickly to see Benny waving and holding the gym door open for you.

“Morning, Benny! Yes, I think I am.” You say slipping past him to get inside.

“That’s what I like to hear outta my employees!”

You set your tote bag down on the desk and take a deep breath in. It still reeks, but less so now that the smell has had time to dissipate between closing and opening shifts. Benny comes up behind you and pats your shoulder encouragingly as he walks behind the desk.

“Come on, let me show you how everythin’ is setup.”

Benny has you sit in the chair so you can get a feel for things while he teaches you how to operate the scheduling system. He shows you how to login to the program under your profile and then how to access each individual client once you’re inside. You notice that he set your profile picture to the selfie you sent the other night. It seems to be a pretty straight forward program, you note. You are able to see, create, and control Benny’s one on one training appointments up to three months in advance. He gets excited when you figure out, on your own, that you can color code clients. You’re pretty sure that he didn’t know how to do that before, but he looked so happy that you didn’t have the heart to say anything.

Once the two of you cover all of the bases for the scheduling program he moves on to the ‘easier’ tasks, as he calls them, that you are incharge of. He shows you how to scan membership cards with the scan gun on the desk and how to register new members when they ask. He shows you how to sell and print out tickets for the Friday fights. You feel him pull your chair away from the desk and see a small black, mini fridge underneath it.

“This is where we keep the complimentary water for the guests. Just make sure to keep this stocked throughout the day. If it ever gets low we have cases in the laundry room.”

He checks the time on his phone while he scoots you and your chair back into the correct position.

“Last thing you need to worry about is unlocking the door at 8:00 A.M.. As for me and my tasks? I help train people, obviously, look over finances, and take care of the music.”

“You have time to queue up songs?”

“I make time to queue up songs.”

You were grateful for his help this morning. And even more grateful that he did it in a way that didn’t come across as condescending or like he was babying you. You got the feeling that he really did trust you with the work you were assigned even after only just meeting you.

“You’re gonna do great today! Feel free to make the desk your own too.”

“Thanks, Benny.”

You walk with him from out behind the desk and lean against the brick wall as he heads into his office.

“Oh,” he calls back to you before disappearing into the small room. “The guys are going to swing by around closing time. They wanted to see who they were drinking too the other night. I might have also talked you up to them.”

After he drops that bomb, Benny walks out of sight. You have no idea what to do with this information. Benny talked so highly of them the other day, so it makes you nervous that he wants you to meet them. Yet, the more you think about it the more you warm to the idea. He must feel like he found a friend in you the same way you did in him. You walk around the desk and head to the front door to unlock it. Cars have already begun to pull into the once empty lot signaling that your day has started whether you're ready for it or not.

The first few hours of your shift crawl by at a snail’s pace. Two or three guests come in an hour. Each one of them mindlessly handing you their membership card to scan before they enter the gym. This gives you plenty of time to play around and really get to know the inner workings of the scheduling program. You want to make sure that there isn’t anything you aren’t prepared for. Benny, bless his heart, checks in with you just before 12:00 P.M..

“A lot of people come in here to burn off some steam durin’ their lunch breaks. It will be pretty packed for the next hour-hour and a half, but then it will go back to how it was this mornin’.”

God is he right. An endless stream of new faces begin coming at you soon after the clock strikes noon. Some of them don’t say anything, some of them offer you a polite greeting, and some of them take it upon themselves to welcome you in their own special way.

“You’re new, huh? I could show you a move or two in the ring if you want.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow if you promise me that you will be too.”

You just smile sweetly and scan their card with a simple ‘enjoy your visit’ to help move the lingerers along. The rush dies down a couple hours later, again just like Benny said it would. Honestly, you are a little bit sad that it's over. Time went by much quicker in those few hours and you finally felt useful.

When shopping for furniture online in between helping guests check in got boring, you look for tasks you can take care of that venture past the desk. During your initial tour of the gym, you remember seeing a dirty clothes basket that was designated for towels. You figure that this late in the day it should be full enough to do a load of laundry.

You walk inside the gym, weaving out of guests' way, and collect the used towels. It’s not too heavy so you carry it to the laundry room and dump all of the contents into the washer. You use the detergent that's on the shelf and close the machine's lid. Benny must have seen you walk in here because he walks up next to you as you press the ‘start’ button.

“It’s a stubborn ‘ole son of a bitch so you gotta show it a little bit of extra love to get it goin’.”

You jump slightly when he rams the side of his foot into the washer. Unsurprisingly, it comes to life after he does this. For the third time today, Benny is once again correct. You look around the small room as the washer hums and see a photo hanging on the wall. It shows Benny arm in arm with three men you have never seen before.

“Are these your friends?” You point to the picture and ask Benny.

“Yup!” You can hear the pride in his voice as he says this. “That one on the right is Will, my older brother. The handsome devil next to him is yours truly. Then there’s Pope-”

“Pope?”

“Yeah, his name is technically Santiago, but we all call him Pope. It was his call sign when we served together and it just kinda stuck. We all have one, well I technically don’t, but I’d like to think mine is Brass Knuckles. It fits well with Will’s since his call sign is Ironhead.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“I like to think so.” he says bashfully. “ And last but not least…the one on the left is Catfish or Frankie.”

You nod along to what Benny is saying, but you would be lying if you said you were listening anymore. Your attention stays on the man in the left of the photo: Frankie. You could tell he hadn’t had a haircut in a while when the photo was taken. His thick, brown curls came up to lick the sides of the ‘Standard Heating Oil’ cap he wore. He had a full mustache that looked as if it was mocking the patchiness of his beard. You didn’t mind it. You thought it made him look more approachable. One of the most handsome noses you had ever seen sat atop his mustache. It was deeply sloped and came to a soft curve at the end. He’s laughing in the photo which makes the skin around his eyes wrinkle in an endearing way.

“You comin’ or what?”

Unbeknownst to you, Benny had walked out of the laundry room while you were still captivated by the photograph on the wall. Or more specifically one of the men in the photograph.

“Shit, my bad.”

Reluctantly you pull yourself away and walk back to the front desk with him. Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect either because his 4:00 P.M. appointment walks through the door right as you two arrive. Thankfully, Benny is so wrapped up in talking with the other man that he doesn’t notice how quiet you have gone. While your body may have left the laundry room, your mind is still very much there. You check him in and hand both men a water bottle before they head back for their workout.

You sit restlessly in your chair as you watch the hands on the clock above the door chase one another. No one has come in since Benny’s last appointment, but you know that will change soon. It’s almost 5:00 P.M. which means the after work rush is on the horizon. You hear Benny faintly as he talks to his client and you find yourself wondering what goes on in his sessions. It feels safe to abandon your post for a few seconds so you stand up and peek your head around the brick wall. Benny has dawned some gloves with pads attached to the palms of them.

“You got it, man! Right in the center! Yeah, just like that, great job!”

He carries on with his encouraging words as the man across from him continues to make contact with the padded gloves. You hear him tell the man to hit harder and in a more controlled manner. When he does this, Benny showers him with praise. It warms your heart to see him in action. You can really tell that this isn’t just a job for him. This is his whole life.

The doorbell rings out and you look behind you to greet the client.

“Oh don’t turn around my account, darlin’. I was admiring the view.”

He wasn’t a very tall man, but what he lacked in height he made up for in misplaced confidence. He was attractive in an average sort of way. The kind of way that wouldn’t make you do a double take on the street if you saw him. However, you could give credit where credit was due. He had great hair. It was thick and raven in color and combed in an almost meticulous way.

“Welcome to Brass Knuckles. How can I help you today, sir?” you say, biting back your new found annoyance.

“I have a 5:00 P.M. appointment with Miller. I decided to come in early to warm up and I’m happy that I did. What’s your name?”

You ignore his inquiry about your name and take a seat in your chair. When you check the schedule you see his name, Ed Brunson, under the 5 o’clock spot.

“Ed? Let me get you checked in. Benny will be with you once he finishes with his 4 o’clock.”

“You can call me Eddie, darlin’.”

“Want me to put it in your file or what?” Now unable to hide your disdain.

“Oh you're spunky. I like that.”

Benny jogs up to the front drenched in sweat. You take advantage of his current state and ignore Brunson to grab him a water bottle.

“Brunson, you’re on time,” He takes a gulp of water. “That’s a first.”

You watch as Benny cautiously looks between you and Brunson as he polishes off the refreshing drink.

“I was just trying to get acquainted with your new receptionist here.”

“New receptionist, this is Brunson. Brunson, this is my new receptionist. Now y’all are acquainted.” His tone is flat as he says this.

You have to pretend to do something on your computer so you don’t snort at Benny’s ‘in depth’ introduction of you.

“I don’t get to know her name, Miller?”

“Did you come here to practice runnin’ your mouth or to practice throwin’ your fists?”

Brunson chuckles lightly and holds his hands up in defeat. You dare to glance up at the two men and see a weird tension in between them. Another guest walks in so Brunson takes it as his queue to head back into the gym. Benny stays up there with you as you scan the new guests card.

“What was all that about?” you question when the two of you are alone again.

“I don’t fuckin’ like that guy. I’ve been itchin’ for a reason to ban him from this place. Did he- did he say anything to you before I got here?”

“Just regular run of the mill meathead shit I suppose.”

“Are you sure?” He presses.

“I’m fine, Benny, really.”

“But you’ll let me know?”

“Yes, I’ll let you know. I’m a big girl though. I can handle myself. Now you better get back there, you wouldn’t want to keep that peach of a man waiting.”

He laughs, but seems a bit wary of your answer. You wave at him as he walks into what you’re sure will be a very strange session. Before you forget, you make sure to color code Brunson’s name in a bright shade of red.

***

You’re grateful when 7:30 P.M. finally rolls around. You think you could classify your first day here as a success. It may have droned on at times, but you had Benny to keep you company which made all the difference in the world. As you put the last of your things in your tote bag you make a mental note to bring some stuff from home to jazz up your desk. After all, Benny did say that you could make the desk your own. Maybe a cute potted plant in that corner, a new pen jar up there, an air freshener right here? You’re mapping it all out in your head when you see a tired looking white pickup truck pull into the almost empty lot. Three men get out and start heading in your direction. They aren’t dressed for a workout-? Oh fuck they’re Benny’s friends.

The closer they get to the door, the more easily you are able to identify them based on the photo in the laundry room. You don’t know why you have a knot in your stomach all of a sudden. You feel completely crazy for being so jittery over their approaching presence. The man Benny referred to as ‘Pope’ walks in first, followed by Will and then Frankie. You stand, a bit awkwardly, when they approach the front desk.

“Well you must be the reason my wallet is a lot lighter than it usually is.” Pope theorizes as he leans his forearms on the desk. He’s got a playful grin plastered on his salt and peppered face when he speaks to you.

“Guilty,” you confess. “You must be Pope or Santiago. I’m not really sure which one I’m allowed to call you.”

“You can call me whichever one you’d like. Did Benny give you an exposé on all of us?”

“Kissing and telling wouldn’t be a good way to end my first day, don't ‘cha think?”

Will laughs heartily as he steps up to greet you next. “William Miller,” you shake the hand he offers you. “I hope Benny wasn’t too much to handle today.”

“Actually he was really helpful, but I’m getting the sense that's not always the case with him.”

All three men shake their heads in confirmation with your statement. Last to approach you is Frankie. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you realize he is much more handsome in person. His eyes also look considerably sadder than they were in the picture.

“And you must be Frankie-”

“Hey boys!”

Benny comes barreling out from behind the brick wall and greets each man with a bear hug. You smile when you see the love each of them has for one other. It’s really nice to see a group of men express that so readily. When Benny makes his way to Frankie the two of you make eye contact. Something about those deep brown eyes on you makes your ears hot and you have to look away.

“So whaddya think?” Benny says to you when he finally lets Frankie go.

“The picture Benny has in the laundry room doesn’t do y’all justice.”

“Well I could say the same thing about you.” Pope quips.

Your jaw hangs open and you turn your attention to Benny. “So thats why you asked for a fucking photo the other night! You little shit!”

“No! No! You saw that I set it as your login picture! It was Frankie’s idea anyhow!”

“You!?” you snap your head towards Frankie who looks like he has just seen a ghost.

“Don’t you fucking pin that on me, Benny! I just told you how to ask for it in a non creepy way! Pope was the one who originally wanted it!”

“Pope!” you whine in his direction.

“Okay. Okay. The buck stops here. You caught me. I got curious and couldn’t help myself.”

“And I guess you were just along for the ride then, huh, Will?”

“That’s usually how it goes.” He shrugs innocently.

Benny continues talking with his friends while you log out of the computer and shut it down for the night. As you do this, you can’t help but feel like there are eyes on you. You keep your own gaze on the computer and listen in. You hear Benny so it can’t be him. Pope just made a snide comment so it isn’t him either. There Will goes laughing up a storm at what Pope just said. The only one it could be is…

“Are you going to be joining us at the bar tonight?” Pope queries.

“I’m flattered, really, but I have a previous engagement.”

“You’re breaking my heart.”

“Lay off, Pope.” Will gives him a playful shove. “Well the invitation doesn’t expire, so maybe when you’re free next?”

“Thanks guys. I’ll keep that in mind for sure. It was really nice to meet y’all!”

Everyone says their goodbyes as Will, Frankie, and Pope head out the door towards The Barrel. You swear you see Frankie turn around one last time before he gets bathed in the darkness of the night. Then it’s just you and Benny again. The way it started.

“So? How was your first day?”

He happily walks across the parking lot with you to your car after insisting that you shouldn’t go alone. You take a deep breath of the humid night air and feel it clearing out your lungs.

“Besides the intense and constant smell of male body odor it wasn’t half bad.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“No, I’m dead serious. We have got to do something about that.”

He waits patiently for you to get in your car and crank the engine on. You look up at him before you drive away, but you see him motioning for you to roll your window down.

“Yeah?”

He rests his forearms where your window disappeared into your car. “I’m glad you want to stick around. I’m even more glad you got along with my friends. We’re kind of a fucked up bunch. But I swear we are cool once you get to know us.”

You smile sadly at him as you pull out of the parking lot. He follows behind your car as you exit the lot and get into the street. Then he crosses over to the bar on his own. You watch him in your rearview mirror until you can no longer tell the difference between him and the shadows. Part of you wants to turn around, join them at their table, and see where the night takes you. It would be so freeing. It would be exactly what you need. Unfortunately, your better judgment takes over and you punch your dads address into your GPS. Maybe you will award yourself that luxury another night. You pull out your phone and press on your dads contact before your silly, little heart tips the scale inside your brain in its favor.

“Hey, are you still awake?”

“Well I answered the phone didn’t I?” he says sarcastically.

“Touché, dad. I’m headed your way right now.”

“Did you make any friends today?”

You feel a coy smile play across your lips before you speak. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I did actually.”

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Chapter 1

Hide And Run

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“Ghost rider 1, ghost rider 1.” No matter how hard I tried still my hands seemed to hold a fucking popsicle slipping between them, it supposed I know what to do, but with the sounds inside of the plane combine with the bellowed voice of Riley make all my actions a complet mess.

“Y/N! EJECT.”

“Miss? Are you alright?” The taxi driver asks me as he moves my arm, I open my eyes and realize we are parking in front of my parents house; 19 months and the same nightmare come from time to time.

“Sorry, I’m ok, thanks…” I opened the door not before paying the 15 dollars from the airport to home. I walk through the little garden which my mom built along all these years. She starts it like some kind of stress reliever. She says every deployment or mission from me or my father it’s a new plant in the garden; in my father's case only he and God knows how many missions he had and for me 17 seems a nice number.

“My little butterfly.” My mom said, hugging me in the main door and dad appeared behind her.

“Sky.” The short name for <Skyhook> I get that call sign in the navy, when she splits away, she puts her hand on my cheek, and I smile with my lips pressed.

“It’s nice to have you here.” She says and pulls me inside of the house.

As the rest of the day passed without any uncomfortable talks or strange looks, until we finished the dinner and dad and I were doing the dishes.

“Maybe it is too soon.” The last month was the hardest since the accident and my dad knows that better than anyone; I left the plate in the cabinet, holding it a little bit more than normal.

“Someone returns in less than a month.” I stop but I force myself to continue. “It’s just a simple test, dad, let’s be honest, with the background I have, maybe I'll fail.” He grabs me by the shoulders and looks straight to my eyes.

“Y/N think it a little bit more, ok? Just a couple of weeks more.” I take a deep breath, and nod with my head, honestly that idea has been surrounding my head since the big week was scheduled.

3:46 hours and counting, is the time my watch the same I’ve been pushing my legs to the limit, but my mind is working at 100 per hour, tomorrow my first test begins, the navy just gave me a one more week, quote <We need you in the air, not in the ground.> I shake my head and continue running.

I was so immersed in my own thoughts when the F-18 dived off along with a little scream for the kids in the park that made my heart stop and flashbacks straight like gunshots in my mind.

“Mayday!” My fast breathing, the drops of sweat on my face. “I can’t stabilize…” My hands trying to hold the control, the sounds of the overworking in both engines.

I cover my ears trying to deafen the sounds and when I get to control myself, my watch marks a high rhythm in my heart, the beep helps me to recover, I blink and I see a little girl coming close to me. “Miss, are you alright?” She doesn’t stop liking her ice cream, making me laugh.

“Yeah, don’t worry, go somewhere fresh or your ice cream will melt faster.” My voice just murmured. It’s a hot Saturday and the summer has just begun, she nods and runs to sit on a bench covered by a tree.

I stop the timer and walk to my father’s car parking in front the main gate of the park, from time to time I lift my sight to the sky, I remember the first time I was in a plane, not a commercial plane, not a light aircraft, but a navy plane, the freedom I felt and the power I thought I had.

For the first time in almost 2 years, I realized that this week would change all I’ve work for more than 8 years, what terrifies me it’s know, in this moment I don’t even sure if continue it’s the right choice.

The next morning, I woke up around 5 am; the test begins at 08:00 hours at least I have to be in the base around 07:00, I get ready, and at the moment I get down I see my parents getting ready for breakfast.

“No, it’s not for you.” Dad says before I even complain, they stand up for my test just like they did when I was 6 years old and it was the first day of school.

“I have an important meeting; I must be ready.” He didn’t even lift his eyes from the newspaper, my mother shakes her head and offers me a cup of tea.

“Good morning by the way.” I greeted them, my mother giggled when I subtly pointed out his lack of greeting combined with the awful way of hiding his real intentions.

“SKY! Hi!” Jill screams when I enter the building. I have known Jill Green (Panther) since we entered the training at Top Gun, something you must know about Jill, she is a cheerful girl, in all the extension of the word.

“Hi, Jill. How are you?” She ran so she could walk along with me.

“Missing you, it’s not the same since you’re not here, but I heard you have already scheduled a test, isn't it amazing?” I smile, she always makes me smile.

“Well, let’s find out.”

My feet were tapping intensely when the vice admiral Beau Simpson opened the door and made me enter his office.

“Lieutenant, good to see you, please take a seat.” I obey and sit from time to time I apart my sight from him.

“Well, it’s time, like we already inform you, 1 month of constantly test on the ground and, of course, in the air, after the month, we evaluate you, if you pass, you’ll be deploy in a blink of an eye, if you’re not, well, we have a big problem.” I gulp, he put his hands over the desk. “Sky, you were born to be in the air, one of a kind, just focus…what happened years ago, you must let it go.” I turn my face. “It’s not easy but you’re a strong girl.” With my lack of answer, he stands and takes me to another room.

“The first proof it’s really treating, a psychological one, following for multiple physical ones, strategic, mechanicals and logical.” He stops at the front door and looks straight into my eyes. “Lieutenant, you have been out for more than a year, some tests will pull out the worst and the best from you, what you need to know is, nothing you’ll be going through it’s impossible and you always prove to us that.”

At the end of the first day, all seems to be go a little bit better than expect, with a good mood I was walking to the parking lot where my mother’s car is waiting; she insist at least I should take it for going to the base, she felt more comfortable if she knew I have to be focus to the road instead of the memories been here could bring me back; my steps froze in just a few meter of distance of the entrance, when I see all Dagger Team enter to the building, I meet some of them years ago, with someone I’m really close, but met them right now make my heart beating fast and be really nervous.

I resolve it with the most childish choice, I hide behind the car waiting for them to enter inside the building.

Great star Sky, hide and run.

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