#Anyway the rest were a cake walk lol

[sysig]

I can’t see a damn thing

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a James Hook x Reader. She’s Hans’ daughter but her relationship with him is complicated. Since he couldn’t become king he wants the reader to marry a prince so she can be a queen in the future. She tells him no prince would ever fall for her bc she’s a VK to get him to stop pressuring her. But the truth is she doesn’t even want to marry a prince bc she likes James.

Although she’s Hans’ daughter she’s friends with Bridget and Ella bc she’s nothing like her father personality wise and doesn’t want to be ever. Which is why James became intrigued with her and flirts. She’s always standing up for Bridget.

Anyway at the end Hans somehow finds out what’s going on between reader and James. Later at night he confronts the reader about it stating that she will marry a prince. But she finally stands up for herself. You can decide what he says but then he leaves and she breaks down but James comforts her bc he heard everything. You can decide the rest.

Sorry this is long thank you in advance!

oooo okay okay I can try! ; just so yk I only do gn / they/them readers but I usually keep gender pretty ambiguous lol ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also this gives pink pony club and I need someone to agree cause I feel crazy for thinking it ??? ; update on that I listened to ppc and it's now heavily influenced on that last part

JAMES HOOK ; complicated

summary ; a vk who acts like an ak catches his attention, fascinating him

warnings ; language, use of gorgeous but in a gn way who cares about societal norms

word count ; 1.5k

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"That boy, uh... Prince Charming, at your school, why not marry him?"

"Oh my fucking Christ, Dad" You groan. "One, I'm a VK, two, he doesn't like me, nor do I like him, three, stop with this conversation"

"What about that Snow White girl?"

You grumble, stomping away to your room to get away from your self projecting father. Every day for the past God-knows-how-long he'd keep bringing up you marrying into a royal family. Just because he lost a girl by being a douchebag apparently meant he had to project his insecurities on you.

You weren't like him at all, nor did you ever want to be. He was a complete asshat from what he's told you, thinking he was always in the right. You were a VK gone soft, or a VK with morals and a good heart, whatever floats your boat.

Your best friends Bridget and Ella were AK's who'd welcomed you into the good side with open arms. They were quiet and sort of shy, too scared to stand up for themselves. But that's why they had you, because being born as a villain kid meant you could be mean, you could use your voice to get what you wanted, or at least try.

"Go away, Hook. Leave her alone." you call, walking up on James and Maleficent picking on Bridget and her bright pink flower themed cake.

"Or what?" He questions, leaning away from Bridget, turning to you as you stand in front of her. "Gonna walk the plank for me?"

You roll your eyes. "Are you looking for a fight? What do you guys get out of doing this?"

He shrugs deviously. "Entertainment, darling."

"Go away," you order, "Unless you really wanna put your Captain title at risk." You turn around, pulling Bridget away from the duo.

"Confident, are you?" He laughs. "Wait and see, gorgeous," he turns around, pulling his partner along.

Maleficent hisses, watching as you and Bridget walk away.

"What's with you and that fake VK?" she asks him.

James shrugs.

"Well, hello again, darling"

"Don't you ever go away?"

"You've got a mouth for an Auradon Kid, don't you?" He chuckles. "Wait... you're not an Auradon Kid. You're a VK."

You roll your eyes. "Just cause I was conceived by a villain doesn't mean I am a villain"

He sighs. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

You turn around, seeing him still standing over you. Can't a person get five minutes alone in the library?

"What do you want?"

He shrugs. "Wanted to ask why you've joined the good side. You're always defending those girls. It's weird"

"How is having morals weird?" you ask. "Genuinley. Sit"

He glances around with furrowed brows before joining you, taking a seat beside you. He sits sideways to face you, resting his hooked hand on the table.

"What makes you think harassing people is fun?"

He shrugs. "It's funny, entertaining."

"Sadly, I can't control your actions." you speak with a light sigh, turning back to your book.

"Why do you defend them?" He asks rather swiftly.

"Because they're my friends?" you reply.

He tilts his head. "You're fascinating"

You groan. "I'm a normal, not evil person"

"And I'm not?"

"No, you're a bitch"

"Hello, love"

"Piss off"

"You should be nicer to me. After all..."

"Close your damn mouth. There is nothing going on between us"

Bridget and Ella, wide-eyed, turn to you.

You exhale through your nose, slowly closing your eyes to find yourself and to not freak out. You look at them, a kind smile on your face.

"There is nothing going on between us" you repeat.

"I'd beg to differ..." James mumbles while Morgie giggles.

You turn to the girls. "Go to class, I'll be there in a minute"

They nod, walking to the classroom just down the hall.

You cross your arms, waiting for James to speak. Morgie stands beside him before he's shoo'd away, making the conversation private.

James smiles, pulling a sandwich bag out of his coat. Inside rests three slightly crumbled cookies that he'd made just for you. He holds them out to you, a cautious and slightly concerned look on his face.

"Sorry your dad's been... y'know"

You shrug, accepting the sweet treats. "It's fine, just pisses me off. Thank you, though"

"Anytime, darling"

"You need to stop with that. Someone's gonna catch on that there is actually something going on between us"

"Eh, I'm alright with that"

"See you later, pirate boy"

"Hook you later, love"

You press a chaste kiss to his lips before running up the front steps of your house, opening the door with a small smile on your lips. You close the door behind you, watching through the window as your little love interest walks away.

You walk into the living room, saying hello to your father, backpack slung over your shoulder. "I'm home"

"How was your day?" He asks, flipping the TV to another channel.

Your ears painfully vibrate due to the sound of your father sharpening a knife in his lap. God, he couldn't pick a better time?

"Fine," you wince. "I'll be in my room. I have homework"

You quickly walk away before he can speak anymore, knowing leftover dinner was in the fridge for you to access. Having homework wasn't a lie, but you were definitely lying about doing it.

As darkness fell, and after you'd dropped multiple hours cleaning your room, you opened up your window, allowing the fresh, cool air into the stuffy warm room. You lean against the window sill, awaiting your dumb love, the breeze brushing against your face.

You knew this was wrong, all of it. You'd been having wicked dreams of leaving Auradon, hearing new, distant lands calling your name. You'd never make your father proud. He'll see his baby and scream, 'God, what have you done?' as you wave goodbye on a ship with James, dressed to explore the world.

You had dreams, he had expectations.

You imagined a wide open sea, James Hook at your side, the salty air against your face. It was a daydream, one that could be accomplished. You imagine a whole world to explore, all the things you'd never seen, you'd be able to experience. From waterfalls to exotic animals, you wanted to see it all, you wanted to see all the sunsets and cultural differences. You wanted it all.

"Hey!"

"Hi!"

You watch as Hook climbs up the tree in your front yard, then use your little zipline connected to the roof to enter your room through the window. You grab his hand, pulling him into the refreshed bedroom you called home.

He rests his hands around your waist, his signature smirky-smile upon his face. "I missed you oh-so dearly"

You scoff. "It's been like, five hours"

He pulls you closer, smashing your lips together like this was some romantic romance movie where the two main characters had to leave each other in the end. He shoves you to the bed, allowing you to sit on the mattress as he stands over you, his hook lightly tracing your jawline, his hand resting on the nape of your neck.

Your door flings open, the two of you jumping in fear, eyes glued to the room's entrance. James quickly scrambles out the window, leaving you alone to deal with your father.

"Are you kidding me, Y/n?! First you're kissing a boy outside, then you're sneaking him into my house! For the last time, you'll be marrying into royalty, not sneaking around with some pirate wannabe!" Your father shouts. "I'll be boarding up your window from now on and I'll be taking this damn door away too."

"Just because you have a soft ego and are a narcissistic piece of shit doesn't mean you can force your insecurities on to me!" You yell. "My love life has nothing to do with you at all. I'm not going to be some teenage newlywed so you can ruin a whole kingdom's worth of lives through me. I am not you and I will never be you!"

He's too stunned to speak, surprised that you've talked back, the words leaving your lips like you had them ready to use. You stare into his soul, heavily breathing, fists clenched as you stand in front of him.

You rush to the window as he leaves, slamming the door behind him, not sure how to approach the situation. You slide out the open window, holding back tears.

James quickly wraps you in a hug, allowing you to crumble in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" He whispers, holding onto you tightly.

"It's fine" You shake your head with a grumble. "Fuck"

His hand rubs your shoulder.

You sit in silence with him for a few minutes, carefully listening as your father stomps around the house.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, love. Do you need somewhere else to stay?-"

"I'm fine" You reply. "I'll be fine"

He's silent for a moment. "I don't feel comfortable leaving you here"

"He won't hurt me. He's a wimp with an ego." You shrug.

He nods. "Yeah, that's true"

You quickly look up at him, a random thought in your brain. "Have you ever seen a flamingo before? In real life?"

"I've conquered the seven seas, babe. Of course I have"

"Cool"

[thebunnybabyblog]

either Severus or y/n having a bad day so the other smothers then with kisses 😩

I am so so so sorry this is so late. I kind of went a tiny bit manic and my life went a lil nuts 😋✨💕 oopsie am I right fellas lol anyway if there are mistakes plz ignore I re read it like 5 times but I always forget something lol

Summery: you have very bad day and Sev saves ya from lit crying in the rain. What a good man Sev 💕

Paring: reader and Severus Snape

Word count: 2017

Type: fluff

Your keys fumbled to the ground as they slipped from your wet hands and landed on the welcome mat below. The storm that had appeared out of nowhere as you walked home from the station had really been the icing on the terrible cake that was today. Every moment of the day had something about it that added to the meltdown meter overflowing in your head.

The morning was the start of your troubles as you awoke in a wild panic. Sometime during the early morning hours you woke to still see time on the clock and you accidentally turned off the alarm in your dazed state. When you awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and the sun shining you actually felt pretty good but as your eyes looked over to the clock the blood ran from your face.

You ran through the house trying to speed run your morning routine but still managed to make it to work 30 minutes late. Huffing and puffing from the run from the station, you burst through the door crashing into a pile of boxes filled with already organized documents that needed to be sent out. You fell to the ground alongside a frenzy of flying papers. Which resulted in an unpleasant reprimand by your boss loud enough for others to hear.

By the time lunch rolled around, you realized in your panic, you had forgotten to grab your already packed lunch you had put together special the night before. With your last few dollars in your bag you made your way to the corner deli and bought yourself a sandwich.

You chose to eat back to your desk, to make up for the lost time in the morning. Never great at multitasking, you began to take your first bite but distracted by your work your sandwich missed your mouth and made its home on your white blouse below. You just looked down in disbelief. “Why, literally just why.” You thought to yourself. As if you weren’t already embarrassed enough now you had to walk around looking like you were just attacked.

Your day continued to be a shit show as everyone seemed like their lives were also turning to shit because everyone was just so on edge. There were multiple fires to put out and a stick up everyone’s ass. Especially the interns that were tasked with putting back the papers you had graciously destroyed this morning. You could feel their eyes on you most of the day as they were pretty pissed but to be honest you couldn’t blame them. You watched the time slowly tick by as if it was actually purgatory and you’d be stuck in this office for the rest of eternity.

The hum of the lights were making your head ache. The smell of spilled food on the blouse was making you nauseous. The way everyone’s noises were rubbing you the wrong way, every click of a pen, every cough in the distance, every bump to your work space. You were on the verge of a total meltdown. Your leg began to bounce and your fingers tapped hard against your desk. Sweat began to roll down your forehead as it seemed to get hotter and hotter by the second.

You quickly arose from your seat and made your way to the bathroom for a moment of peace. You peaked your head into the restroom and to your amazement you were met with an empty room. Slipping into a stall you sat down, even though you didn’t l have to go, you just needed to step away. The cool air flowed around the room and you took a deep breath to ground yourself.

You reached for your phone and stared down at the screen. Scrolling through your contacts and hovered over Severus' name. Unsure if you should text him, not wanting to bother him with your trivial little problems, you quickly click your phone shut and slip it back into your pocket, or so you thought. You stand again and you must have only half shoved it down because the next thing you know you are fishing your now soaked phone from the toilet below.

You just couldn’t believe your luck today. You were half tempted to believe that someone had put a hex out against you. You just couldn’t catch a break and when the downpour began out of nowhere on your way home you just wanted to lay down in the middle of the street and let Jesus take the wheel of someone's car and take you out of your misery.

The keys falling from your hands was really the last straw though. You were so close to finally escaping the hell that was your day and you just had to endure it that little second longer. One final kick to the ribs. The tears just started flowing and with big loud sobs you were sitting there on your steps in the pouring rain crying as if no one who passed by couldn’t see you.

You were interrupted when the front door opened and you saw Severus’ wide eyed looking down at you in utter confusion. Before he could even ask you what happened you said “I… everything has just gone wrong! I was late! Lunch!” You gesture down to the large stains on your chest as Severus quickly darts his eyes down and back up to you. “My phone?!? This fucking tsunami!! And the keys! The fucking keys!!” You cry out, head now in your hands, still sprawled out on the ground.

Without words Severus swoops you up off the steps and brings you inside and up the stairs to the bathroom. Your muffled cries vibrated into his chest. This wasn’t the first time Severus had seen you have a bit of a meltdown. He wasn’t shy of having his own meltdown here and there but yours were definitely more of emotional meltdowns.

When your relationship first got off the ground and the first time the world got a little overwhelming he wasn’t quite sure what to do but he’s a smart man. He observed your actions and what things could trigger big emotions and he tried his best to counteract those stressors but life wasn’t something you can control.

When he saw you soaking wet crying on the porch he knew it was time for operation atomic damage control. When things were at its peak and there was no simple pat on the back “everything will be ok” pep talk that would fix this. He made his way with you to the bathroom and sat you down on the counter for a moment.

He opened up the curtain and began to fill the bathtub. Not forgetting to add a few pumps of your favorite bubble bath scent. He left the room and came back with a potion of silverish blue liquid. Making his way back to you he places his large palm on one side of your face and peppered your forehead in soft kisses. “I’m sorry your day was sour, my love. I think this should help relieve some stress” He whispers softly down to you.

You still have tears falling but with the kisses you are now quiet in his hands trying to savor his warm touch. You let him place the vial to your lips not even questioning what the liquid even was. “Do you need some alone time? I want to join you but if you need space I understand.” He asks softly in between kisses. Severus is the only person who you want around during these moments of sadness.

He was the strong quiet type through and through. He made you feel safe and loved even if you hadn’t even spoken. Just his presence was enough. You shook your head yes between his palms and he smiled down to you. using his thumbs he gently wiped the remaining tears from your eyes and kissed your head once more before turning his attention back to the bath.

The air was thick with steam and the smell of the bubble bath calms you down. Severus reached down to you and helped relieve you from your soiled wet clothes. Sometimes you needed to be babied a bit and this was one of those moments. He was so gentle as he slipped you off the counter and into the warm soapy water in the awaiting claw foot tub across the room.

Letting out a deep sigh as your cold skin met with the warm water, finally able to begin washing away the worries of the day. Severus moved to retrieve a low stool to sit on and sat it beside you. “Is the water the correct temperature?” He asked down to you. “Mmm yes it’s perfect.” You replied, sinking down further into the bubbles.

He chuckled as he watched you melt away in the soapy water below. His hand slipped over yours as it rested on the side gripping the cool porcelain. His large hand enveloped yours and gently rubbed into your tired skin. The world seemed to begin to melt away and your body became fuzzy and light. “Sev what did you give me?” You asked softly with eyes still closed.

“I knew you never paid attention in class.” He chuckled deeply “it’s The Draught of Peace, you learn it in fifth year but it is a pretty difficult potion to brew.” You could only hum in response as the potion was taking full effect by now. Your once tense limbs were loose and the headache that had formed from your fits of crying had now disappeared.

The added stimulation of the steaming water and soft kisses Severus was planting down on the back of your hand were making your body tingle. It felt so good just to be able to forget about your troubles for a moment. To be completely taken care of by Severus in your moment of need.

You relaxed in the tub for a while letting the warm water turn your body into a prune. After a bit of letting you decompress Severus reached for your bottle of shampoo and gently motioned for you to raise up. The cool gel sent a shiver down your back when he began to massage it into your scalp.

He watched you push your head back into his lathered touch, eyes closed savoring the pampering he wasn’t completely accustomed to showing. He smiled down at you, savoring the view of you pushing yourself to be closer to him.

He would never say this out loud but it was almost as if he could feel the love flowing between the two of you. Right from his fingertips and into you and back around again. He crumpled at the fact that after the mess of a day you had you found solace within him.

You felt comfort and safety in his presence. No matter the horrors of the work day you knew you could come home and fall into his arms and he would help you. Of course you would do the same with him but he wasn’t too accustomed to falling into anyone’s arms willingly (lol), but, you knew if he ever needed it you’d be right there for him.

He washed and conditioned your hair and helped you wash your back when the time came. He was there ready with a soft and warm towel that he had heated up with a flick of his wand. He wrapped you up tightly and made your way into the bedroom to get your coziest pjs, which was just one of his shirts.

While you changed you heard a knock at the door and an exchange between Sev and someone else. By the time you made it down to the living room, in need of a good trash tv show to binge, you noticed piles of Chinese takeaways spread out on the coffee table. “Sev you are one beautiful man you know that right?” You said looking over to him. “Well I do try my best” he said with a laugh

You slithered your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. He instantly met your forehead once more are planted kisses down on it. You smiled feeling his lips against your skin. “Thank you for the kisses.” You cooed up to him. “Always my absolute pleasure, my love.”

[beepbeep-lettuce]

Never Enough pt.2

*kinda angst but not? lol*

This is part 2 of this angst.

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It’s a beautiful thing. Love I mean. It often comes unexpectedly, forcing you through many emotions and challenges. Suddenly, it’s no longer just you, it’s you and I. Gone are the days where you only think about yourself, where you can do whatever you want without having to worry about how it affects another. It’s a big change and it won’t always be easy. But nobody said love was easy, right? Certainly not Satoru.

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*FLASHBACK*

When you came into his life, everything wasn’t so complicated. He had his looks, his charm, his six eyes, his friends.. but he didn’t have you. Not yet anyway. Gojo had always said that you were the missing puzzle piece in his life. Existence just felt right with you around. Even Shoko and Suguru liked you! Life was just… well, perfect! Not a day went by where he didn’t remind you how lucky he was to have caught you (coincidentally) that day on the sidewalk. You were breathtaking. Of course he had been captivated by your beauty the moment he laid eyes on you. Him and his friends had been walking around and enjoying their free time which seemed few and far between these days when a gorgeous sight befell Gojo’s eye sight. You, so beautiful in your flowy sundress that rested upon your figure so delicately. You, who were currently walking towards him and not paying attention to a rock on ground while you snickered with your friends about something irrelevant. And as your- not so graceful- form stumbled towards the rough pavement, two strong arms caught you. Your disoriented eyes flickering up to meet his that looked at you from behind his dark sunglasses, and in that moment Satoru knew that he had found his missing piece.

“Oh god- I am so sorry!” You blurted as you scrambled back onto your feet. Bowing down slightly as some sort of an apology.

“No worries! I’m just glad you didn’t fall and hurt yourself!” Satoru chuckled, his voice smooth and confident as he smiled down at you. Your friends laughing softly behind you as they watched this awkward yet- admittedly cute interaction. His friends looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“I should have looked where I was stepping I am really sorry! Thank you so much for catching me!” You giggled nervously as you looked anywhere but this extremely handsome stranger’s face. Wanting to find a way to repay him, you remembered the bag of sweet treats that you had picked up a few minutes ago.

“Oh here! Take this, it’s the least I can do!” You said cheerfully as you reached for the fluffy slice of cake that was delicately wrapped in the bag you were holding.

“No no! You don’t need to repay me doll. I was just trying to save your pretty dress from getting dirty.” He replied- pulling his glasses slightly down and giving you a wink. His friends still watching this exchange with amusement and slight disgust at how unlike him Gojo was acting. And once you saw his piercing blue eyes, you were hooked.

“Please! Take it! It’s a thank you for saving my dress- and my pride!” You replied with a grimace as you shoved the little box into his hands. Giving him no choice but to take it.

“Anyway, thank you again!” You said hurriedly as you turned back to your friends and quickly walking away before he could say anything. You were hoping he hadn’t noticed the redness that had spread across your face.

“He was cuteeee!” One of your girlfriends squealed.

“Yeah! If you don’t want him, can I have him?” The other one smiled as she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“H-hey wait!” Satoru said loudly, perhaps a bit too loud. As he took two long strides towards you, grabbing one of your wrists gently to stop you from leaving. Your girlfriends quickly walking away as they turned back to give you a thumbs up, silently signaling that they’d wait for you further ahead.

“Can I at least get your name?” He spoke in a tone a bit more desperate than he was used to.

“L/n Y/n. And what about you, mysterious stranger?” you retorted with a smile. The redness in your cheeks only intensifying as he looked at you.

“Gojo Satoru, at your service.” He said as he released your wrist and bowed like an old timey gentleman which made you snicker.

“Well Gojo Satoru, it was nice to meet you.” You curtsied awkwardly in return before you began to turn away once more. Oh yeah, he was gonna marry you.

“Wait, can I uhh.. take you out some time?” His voice faltered nervously, taking him by surprise again. Who were you? Why was he so nervous? He’s Gojo Satoru!

“I’d like that.” You smiled.

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“She’s pregnant, right?” Shoko asked in her normal monotone voice.

“H-how do you-“ He sputtered.

“I was with her when she found out.” She said.

When-“ he began.

“Look, if I was you I’d go back home and do whatever it is you do after work. Shes safe, but she doesn’t want to see nor talk to you.” She spoke coldly into the phone.

“Shoko, tell me where she is. I need to talk to her. I need to clear things up please!” He almost screamed desperately.

“Why now? Why don’t you go back to ignoring her like you’ve been doing for the past 6 months? Seems like you were doing just fine not talking to her then. You’ll be fine now.” She continued. How did Shoko know? Had he missed something? He never thought to ask if you’d been spending time anywhere else and beside your bakery.

“What are you talking about? Are you best friends now or what? What did I miss” He babbled.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass for two seconds you’d realize what the hell you were putting your wife through. Maybe she needed a friend to lean on while her husband was absent in their marriage. Regardless, you’re still my friend so I’ll tell you this. She is safe, her and the baby will okay and you need to give her space and get your shit together before you come looking for her.” She said sternly before cutting the call.

“What the fuck just happened.” He asked himself incredulously, letting the shock set in. Shoko was right, he’d been so caught up in his own little brooding world that he didn’t realize how horridly he was treating you at home.

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“What did I just do Shoko?! I just left him! Just like that! The father of my future child!” You sobbed as your friend set a warm cup of tea down on the coffee table, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. Comforting didn’t really come naturally to her but for you, her unexpected close friend, she’d suck it up.

“He didn’t deny that he was cheating or anything! He just sputtered as I walked out the door! I don’t know what’s going on! He’s so different now- it’s like I don’t even know who he is anymore!” You continued to sob into your hands.

“Like I’ve said before, as much as I hate him right now, I have to admit that I don’t think he’d cheat on you. He’s been head over heels for you since he laid his stupid blue eyes on you. I was literally there.” Shoko sighed as she grabbed the cup of tea and offered it towards your trembling hands. Taking a deep breath in you sniffled as you grabbed it.

“Then what else could it be? Why does he spend so much time at “work”? The Satoru I know would take any chance he got to get away from work to come back home to me!It just doesn’t make any sense! Why does he come back smelling of perfume?” You ranted as you sipped at your tea. A sudden wave of nausea coming over you forcing you to run towards Shoko’s bathroom, immediately throwing up into the toilet. You didn’t know if it was the pregnancy hormones or the overwhelming emotions swirling in your head that were the cause.

“Well, I did mention that there’s been a lot of talk about some special grade curses that have been popping up more frequently. Maybe he’s just been getting caught up with that? I mean there’s been a lot of injured sorcerers coming in lately.” She said as she held your hair up. Once you’d finish emptying your stomach, you shakily got up to rinse your mouth with a cup of water that Shoko had placed on the sink.

“As for the perfume, there’s a lot of different sorcerers that have been coming around and joining meetings about those special grades, maybe one of them just wears a lot of perfume?” She tried to rationalize. She hated Satoru right now sure- but did she think he’d cheat on you? No. Not for a second. If she was honest, she hadn’t seen much of him for months. But what she did know was that special grades were becoming a problem, and nobody was better at exorcising them than Gojo Satoru.

“I don’t know what to think! He’s the love of my life, I want to believe that it’s anything but infidelity. I just can’t think of anything else that it could be! He’s made it so difficult these last few months.” You signed defeatedly. However, before you could even leave the bathroom there was a frantic knocking coming from the front door. Your breath hitched as the knocking continued, causing the both of you to freeze. Of course you knew who it was, but you weren’t sure you had the strength to face him right now.

“Go into the guest room, okay? I’ll deal with him.” She said reassuringly. Nodding, you made your way to her guest room. However, being unable to stop yourself, you walked back to the end of the hallway so you could eavesdrop on their exchange.

“What do you want?” She asked bluntly, looking up at her disheveled friend. His blindfold had been pulled down around his neck and the rain falling behind him.

“I know she’s in here, Shoko. Let me in” he said in a much calmer tone than she had anticipated.

“She doesn’t want to see you. Go away.” She stated coldly.

“I’m not asking. Let me see my wife.” He said in a stern yet controlled demeanor.

“I said she doesn’t want to see you, just leave her alone. Haven’t you done enough? You had your chance.” Her voice rising slightly, uncharacteristically.

“I’m getting in there one way or another Shoko.” He said, no longer looking down at his only remaining friend. Instead, he focused on a familiar figure behind her walking towards the door.

“I said no-“ she began, but before she could continue she felt your delicate hand on her shoulder. Her head spun around to look at you in an expression that said “what the hell are you doing?”.

“It’s okay Shoko.” You said quietly, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly.

“Fine, but I’m gonna be right inside if you need me. And don’t step too far from the door.” She agreed as she handed you an umbrella. Not sparing a glance at Satoru before retreating back inside and shutting the door softly.

“Baby please, let me explain. I promise it’ll all make sense.” he spoke gently, his hands reaching towards yours, not expecting you to flinch away slightly. His eyes widening in shock.

“What do you want, Satoru? Did you come to yell at me and call me useless some more?” You spat, looking directly into his cerulean eyes that searched yours in silent desperation.

“Darling, please let me explain.” He said in almost a whisper, anticipating your response which came in only a slight nod. And with a nervous gulp, he began.

“6 months ago, there was an uptick in special grade curse sightings. Of course I was sent to exorcise them, but when I went on a mission one night, I saw..” he sighed, closing his eyes before resuming.

“I saw Suguru..” he said.

“S-Suguru? But Suguru is..” your words faded.

“I know. He- he looked like him, he spoke like him. Or- it tried to but something was off. Once I really got a look, I realized it wasn’t him. And in that moment, he- it took stitches out of his forehead and showed me what it really was. A curse that transferred its brain into his body. My best friend’s body. He- he was using his body like his puppet.” Satoru let out a mix of a sigh and a laugh in disbelief. Your eyes widened in shock as he continued, his own beginning to water and a desperate hand gripping his snow white hair. You desperately fought back the urge to reach up and stroke his face to comfort him, like you tended to do when he was in distress. Your beloved Satoru, he’d been going through so much and you were none the wiser. But that doesn’t change the way he hurt you.

“He tried to capture me in the prison realm but he was unsuccessful. And as more sorcerers came he was forced to leave before they could arrive. Ever since then I’ve been going insane trying to find him and get my best friend’s body back. The late nights aren’t me going to “get dinner” they’re me trying to find where this fucking curse is and getting my best friend back, so his body can rest in peace. I never meant to put up so many barriers between us. A-As for the perfume- I’ve been spending more time around other sorcerers to help with the search, one of them being Mei Mei. I paid her to help me look for him and she won’t stop spraying that stuff every 30 fucking minutes. But that’s irrelevant. I promise you I would never be and have never been unfaithful to you. I adore you, y/n.” He said, his hand finally taking a hold of yours as you tried to process everything he’d just dumped onto you. Your shocked eyes searching his for any sign of dishonesty, but his expression never wavered. His eyes only looking back at yours with intense sincerity.

“I know that nothing I say will ever make up for what I put you through these past months, but if you’ll have me I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you are the love of my life. I’ll spend the rest of my days slowly gaining your trust back. I’d give up my six eyes if it meant that you’d give me another chance, my love.” He said as he slowly brought your hand up to to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it.

“I-I don’t know what to say..” you stuttered. And you truly didn’t. You had no reason not to believe your husband, it all tracked. I mean who wouldn’t lose their minds after seeing their best friend being used as a flesh puppet after their supposed death.

“I know that you deserve better, my darling. I will never forgive myself for hurting you. But I promise- I swear to you that I’ll be a better husband to you. I’ll be the best husband you could ask for. I’ll be the best father I can be to our little one. I’d do anything for you, y/n.” He professed.

“I don’t need you to be “the best husband”, I need you to be the Satoru that I met all those years ago. The Satoru that vowed to be with me in sickness and in health, I love you too- more than you’ll ever know. But how can I go back so easily? I understand that you’ve been through a lot, but why did you shut yourself away from me? I’m your wife, Satoru! I’m supposed to be your support! How can I be there for you if you don’t let me? How can I know that you won’t just go back to the way you’ve been for half a year?” You said, your voice trembling and the tears that welled up in your lash line now falling down your cheeks once more. Satoru’s hands gently cupped your face as he wiped at your tears, like he always did. His expression softening.

“That’s a risk that you have to take, baby. And I know that you have no reason to take it, but I want you to know that whatever you choose- I’ll be here for you and the baby. Until the day I die.” His eyes staring back into your own with the love that you hadn’t felt for 6 arduous months. This was your Satoru, the father of your unborn child. And after a moment that felt like eternity for the both of you..

“I- Yes!” You choked out in a sob. Your free hand reaching up to cup his cheek causing him to let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

“Thank you.. thank you so much, Y/n. I promise you that I will make up for it till the last of my days. I will never let any form of harm come to you or our baby.” Satoru spoke earnestly. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off of the ground and kissing you like he did the day he married you.

“I love you, Y/n Gojo.” He whispered into your kiss.

It didn’t have to be instant and it would certainly be a very long and very emotionally painful process. But with your Satoru by your side, your little family would make it. Because, that’s what love is. There will be ups and there will be downs. It’ll be difficult and sometimes painful, but there isn’t a manual you can read that tells you how to navigate love gracefully. Bumps in the road will always happen. Some worse than others, but if you’re willing to work on it- there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel. After all, nobody said love was easy.

☆.。.：*゜☆ﾞ.。.：*゜☆.。.：*゜☆ .。.：*゜☆

I didn’t expect such positive reactions on my last post! Thank you sooo much for that! Anyway I didn’t know what direction I wanted to take with this part so I just decided to wing it. I’m not completely happy with it but I hope you guys liked it. :3 *this does not follow the cannon story like %100!*

Disclaimer: very much not edited, I finished this at 5:30AM ˁ῁̬ˀ

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 17: Hell

Contents | Part 16 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Female Reader) The world seems to be getting brighter for Ellis, until a sudden, unexpected turn of events threatens to plunge her back into darkness.

Word Count: 5.3K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, adult & sexual themes, angst, hurt, scenes & descriptions of panic/panic attack, derealisation, food avoidance & weight loss, menstruation and low mood. I'm sorry in advance, please don't hate me lol. Readers must be 18+

You hadn't believed Nicola when she said you had a glow. But the warmth in your cheeks was undeniable now, the sparkle in your eyes and weightlessness of your footsteps. You felt pretty, radiant, the corners of your mouth resting in a natural smile.

A day had passed since your night with Father Benedict, and you still hadn't floated all the way back down to earth. Even as you walked home from work, the moody September sky threatening a downpour, you seemed to glide along the pavement. 

You walked into the Boots across the street from your flat, perusing the aisles for a new shampoo when a bath bomb caught your eye. It was shaped like a cartoon frog, bright green with cute pink cheeks, sitting on a lily pad made of sponge, packaged inside its own little box. It made you think of your downstairs neighbours, Lorna and Blossom, how they'd knocked on your door a few days after you moved in to introduce themselves with a plate of homemade fairy cakes, complete with runny, translucent icing and silver sugar pearls. Since then, you'd said hello whenever you passed in the hall. 

Lorna was like a walking rainbow, dressing in cardigans and long skirts, dungarees and shirts buttoned up to the collar; always bright and bold, mismatched prints and primary colours. Her long blonde hair flowed all the way down to her backside; she would sometimes plait it, other times it would be wrapped in a huge knot on top of her head. She reminded you of a 90's preschool cartoon, vivid and exaggerated, even down to her large, clear-framed glasses that were too big for her face. 

Her daughter Blossom was six. With long hair to rival her mother's, pixie-like features and a freckled nose. She was obsessed with frogs; frog hats, frog earrings, frog t-shirts, frog backpack and a plush frog teddy that she carried everywhere with her. She didn't speak much, turning shy and bashful whenever she was in your presence.

You picked up the bath bomb along with a new shampoo, paying for them and carrying them across the road towards your flat. When you got inside, you knocked on their front door, stepping back to avoid dirtying the doormat with your shoes. Lorna opened it soon after, a pencil tucked behind her ear and smudges of oil paint on her hands. 

"Sorry to bother you," you said, holding up the bath bomb. "I got this for Blossom. Hope you don't mind." 

Her eyes widened in gleeful surprise. "Oh, that's so sweet! You really didn't have to."

"I couldn't resist," you said with a shrug. 

She ushered you into her flat, wiping her hands on her trousers. "Blossom!" she called out, her voice like a tinkling bell. 

The little girl came running in from her room, dressed in a fluffy green frog onesie. 

"Ellis got you a little present," said Lorna. 

You held out the bath bomb, smiling when you saw her face brighten with joy. She ran up to you, taking the box and bringing it up to her face to look at it closely.

Lorna giggled, pushing her hands into the back pockets of her trousers. "What do you say?"

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"You're welcome," you replied.

She hurried away excitedly, disappearing back into her room.

"That was really nice of you, thank you," said Lorna. "Can I get you a cup of tea?" 

You didn't drink tea, but you accepted anyway, following her into the kitchen and sitting at the small, round dining table. 

She placed a mug in front of you. It was wonky and misshapen, hand-painted with bright, cartoonish flowers. You guessed she'd made it herself, holding it up and admiring the quirkiness of it, how there were grooves in the handle that fit your fingers perfectly. 

"So," she said, sitting down with you. "How are you settling in?" 

"Fine," you replied as you took a sip of tea. "Still lots to do but I'm not in any rush." 

"Oh I'm so glad to have someone living up there again. The last owners were lovely but they just outgrew the place."

"Kids?" 

"Mm. A little boy and twin baby girls."

"Well that explains the crayon scribbles on my bedroom skirting board." 

She laughed. "Blossom drew on the walls in her room last year. I call them her cave paintings."  

You smiled, blowing away the steam rising from your mug before taking another sip.

"It's just you up there, isn't it?" she asked. 

"Mhm." 

"First place?" 

"Yes and no. First place I've owned myself. But I rented before with some... friends."  

"Ah."

"How long have you lived here?" 

She blew out a puff of air, thinking for a moment. "About five and a bit years. I don't own it though, just rent." 

"What about Rav?" You pointed to the ceiling. "Does he own or rent?" 

"Oh he owns it. Bought it with his girlfriend a few years ago, only to have her run off with someone else about six months later." 

"Bloody hell." 

"I know." She flicked her incredibly long hair off her shoulder, letting it cascade over the back of the chair. "What about you, are you seeing anyone?" 

"Oh, no, well- not really. I don't-"

"It's complicated?" 

"Yeah." You breathed out a laugh. 

She gave an understanding smile, wrapping her hands around her mug. You glanced down at the paint settled in her knuckles, the smudges and stains on her nail polish. 

"Are you a painter?" you asked. 

"Hm? Oh, yeah." She pointed behind you. "I'm in the middle of a commission and I hate it. Tempted to paint over it and start again."

You twisted your body, looking over at a large canvas leaning against the back wall. It was as colourful as she was, abstract shapes bleeding into one another, creating veins and swirls like a piece of marble. 

"I like it," you said. "Reminds me of Gerhard Richter." 

"Oh wow, thank you," she said, surprise in her tone. "Are you an artist as well?" 

"No, god no. But I have a degree in graphic design so I know a little bit about art."

"Is that what you do for work?"

You grimaced. "Unfortunately not. I do editing for a photography studio."

"Why the sour face? Do you not like it?"

"Not particularly."

"Well what do you want to do?"

You paused, taking another sip of tea. "Dream job? I'd love to design book covers."

"Well why don't you pursue it?"

"I don't know." You shrugged. "I suppose I just got complacent, stuck in a rut. I needed a steady income, never felt like I could take the risk."

"But that's the kind of job you do freelance, right? Like... build your own business, find clients yourself?"

You nodded. "Mostly, yeah."

"So do it!" she said enthusiastically, gently nudging you with her elbow. "Rav's got a printer, he could make you some business cards."

You laughed, finding it charming how facile her view of the world seemed to be.

"Promise you'll think about it," she said.

"Yes," you chuckled. "I'll think about it."

You stayed a little longer, taking comfort in the lighthearted chitchat, the familiar smell of incense coming from somewhere in the flat. You found yourself opening up, telling her about Gina, about Alfie and the 'friend' who punched him in the face for you. When you mentioned you had a niece named Soleil, she clasped her hands together and gasped, falling in love with the name, unsurprisingly, and asking to see pictures.

You rarely came away from conversations without regret; playing them back in your head and wishing you'd said things differently, smiled more, not made the awkward joke. But as you went upstairs and stepped into your flat, your mind was calm, quiet, and it made you breathe easier, somehow. Like everything was finally coming together; your light expanding, getting brighter. 

You dumped your bag at the door and kicked off your shoes, pulling out your phone and sending a text to Father Benedict. 

I think I made a friend today. 

You put the phone on the arm of the couch and made your way into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting it steam up the room as you stripped away your clothes. You'd been making an effort to look at your naked body more often, to view yourself through the lens of the man who'd made you feel so beautiful. You weren't sure it was working; your eyes still zoning in on the most minor imperfections. 

You got into the shower and washed with your favourite soap, groaning when you realised you'd left your new shampoo on Lorna's kitchen table downstairs. Instead you battled with the old bottle, squeezing out the remnants and lathering it into your hair. You rinsed it away, slathering on conditioner and running a razor over your legs as you waited to wash it out. 

When you were done, you stepped out, shivering as your warm, wet skin met the cool air. You wrapped a towel around your body and another around your head, padding leisurely back into the living room to check your phone. 

He hadn't replied. 

You pushed out your lip like a disappointed child, throwing the phone back down and wandering into your bedroom to get dressed. 

You cherished a day off work, especially during the week. You'd woken up to heavy rain and a dark grey sky, making coffee and sitting at the window as you watched a sea of hoods and umbrellas meandering along the street below. 

You tipped the last dregs of coffee into your mouth and carried the mug into the kitchen, placing it in the sink before making your way to the bedroom. You straightened out the duvet and lay the pillows neatly at the top of the mattress, before rooting through a box of clothes and choosing the first things you found. 

You took the clothes into the bathroom, placing them on the counter next to the sink as you brushed your teeth and combed your fingers through your hair. You took off the t-shirt you'd slept in, throwing it in the washing basket near the door and turning to look at yourself in the mirror again.

It had been two days now since Father Benedict spent the night; the passage of time evident in your fading love bites and lightening bruises. You wished you never had to go without him, longing for the marks to remain fresh and new, for his lips to restore them before they ever had a chance to disappear. 

You changed your underwear and pulled on the clothes; a pair of leggings you were constantly having to steal back from Gina, and a big sweatshirt that completely swallowed your frame. It wasn't the most exciting outfit you'd ever worn, but the sound of rain battering against the windows made it hard to care.

You took out your phone, writing another message to Father Benedict.

Hey, I have a day off today. Do you need help with your book club?

You put the phone on the edge of the sink and continued to get ready, putting on makeup, perfume, tying your hair up and taking it down again several times before finally leaving it loose.   

 You walked into the living room and sat down on the couch to put on your socks and shoes, when the faint buzz of your phone against the sink echoed through the flat. You hurried back into the bathroom, sighing in disappointment when Mara's name appeared on the screen.

Got Soleil's new pictures back. They're so much better. Thank you!

You typed back a quick reply and locked your phone, catching a glimpse of yourself in the glossy black screen. Your brow was furrowed, lips pouted slightly. Why hadn't he replied? 

The bus made a harsh stop, sending you stumbling down the narrow aisle, gripping the bars to stop yourself from falling. You stepped down onto the pavement, pulling up the hood of your coat and holding onto it to keep it up. The rain was unrelenting, soaking into your leggings and seeping into your trainers as you walked the short distance to the parish pub. The uneven path was flooded with deep puddles, patches of moss turning slick and slippery. 

You pushed through the doors and took down your hood, the hair around your face still wet despite your attempts to shield it. The pub was quiet, a handful of regulars sitting on the other end of the bar chatting to the landlord. You made your way towards the room at the back, the door closed, signs and notices still plastered across it. 

You tried the handle, but it was locked. You curled your hands around your eyes and peered in through the small window, finding nothing inside besides the stack of metal chairs in the corner, an empty table pushed up against the far wall.

"What the fuck," you whispered to yourself, turning around and heading back into the main part of the pub. 

You didn't stick around, the landlord too enthralled in conversation for you to interrupt. Instead you walked back outside, making your way to the church, almost slipping as you jogged up the steps. 

The doors were open. You stepped inside, rainwater dripping from the hem of your coat and leaving dark speckles in the dusty pink carpet. You walked slowly towards the chapel, a shuffling sound echoing inside, the sound of a hymn being hummed between tired, breathless sighs. You went in, passing the votive stand where a single orange flame flickered amongst rows of unlit candles. It was dull, the moody sky letting in little sunlight through the windows, the pews empty, the chancel tidy and undisturbed. 

You looked down to see June crouched at a cabinet near the entrance, polishing trinkets with a rag - chalices, statues and a golden holy water pot - placing each one carefully back inside the cabinet when she was done. 

"Hi," you said quietly, trying not to frighten her. 

She glanced up at you. "Oh, hello dear." 

You shifted awkwardly on your feet, averting your gaze as she struggled to get up. You took a step forward and reached out your hand to help her, but she didn't see it, grabbing the top of the cabinet instead and hoisting herself up with a grumble. 

"I was er, I was just over at the pub for the book club," you said. "But nobody's there. Has the meeting place changed? Or the time, or...?" 

"Oh, all meetings have been cancelled until further notice." 

"They have? How come?" 

"Well, no one's here to run them," she said with a shrug, as though it was obvious. 

"Oh..." You furrowed your brow in confusion, pushing your hands into the pockets of your coat and clearing your throat. "Right, okay. Well never mind, is er, is Father Benedict in his office? I just wanted to speak to him about something." 

She paused, twisting the rag in her fingers. Her eyes narrowed slightly, lips parting in hesitation. "Dear, did you not hear?" she shook her head, an uncharacteristic gentleness in her tone. "He left."

"Left?" you repeated, so quietly it was almost inaudible. 

"Yes, left. A notice was sent out, did you not get it?" 

"N-no, no I don't receive newsletters or... anything like... What do you mean he left? Left where?" You gave an awkward, breathy laugh. 

"This parish." She gestured to the chapel around you. "He gave his service as usual Monday morning then afterwards he was just... Gone. Apparently he asked the bishop to relocate him."

You took in a sharp, silent breath, eyes darting around as your mind began to race. 

She seemed to notice your shock, cocking her head and looking at you with concern. "Are you okay?" 

"I... I don't..." 

"I know. It was all very sudden, took everyone by surprise-"

You interrupted her with a stutter, the words struggling to form on your tongue. "Wh... I- H- Wh- When...?" 

"Yesterday. I truly thought he would have told you. You've gotten so close-"

"Why?" you whispered, voice shaking. 

She pressed her lips together solemnly. "No one knows." 

Your heart was thumping, wide eyes welling with tears. You blinked them away quickly, drawing in a deep, quivering breath in an attempt to calm yourself down. 

"Okay," you said. "Okay, erm... Th- thanks, June. I'll erm... Thanks." 

You pivoted on your heels and rushed to the exit, not bothering to pull up your hood as you emerged back out into the rain. Your limbs felt like liquid, your chest hollow as your heart pounded against your ribcage. When you walked, it was as if your legs were moving independently, ignoring the path and trudging you right through the grass and beneath the trees towards the rectory. 

He wouldn't have just left. He couldn't. There had to be a mistake, a miscommunication or some sort of stupid joke. It was all a joke, a cruel, unfunny, pointless joke. 

You hammered your fist against the rectory door, standing in the rain, waiting for it to open. But when no one came, you took out your phone, trying to dry it with your wet sleeve as you found his name with shaking fingers. You pressed the phone to your ear, waiting as it rang out, refusing to hang up until the automated voice began to speak. You knocked on the door again, stumbling through the flower bed beneath the living room window and rising on your tiptoes to look inside. 

There was no blanket on the couch, no games console beside the TV or books on the coffee table. There were no coats on the hook or shoes near the door, no framed pictures of his parents and brother on the shelves or box of clutter he'd never found a place for. All the little things that made it feel like home were gone. 

Your breath turned shallow, ears whooshing with every throb of your pulse as you stumbled backwards, accidentally crushing the hydrangeas and marigolds beneath your feet. You redialled his number, calling him again when a figure suddenly appeared from the corner of your eye. You turned quickly, letting out a forlorn sigh when you saw the groundskeeper pushing a wheelbarrow across the grass, approaching you tentatively. 

"Y'alright?" he called out, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously from beneath the hood of his anorak. 

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes watering in despondency as you hung up the phone and slipped it back into your pocket.

"Miss...? Do you need some help?" he asked.  

"I was... I was looking for the priest." You kept breaking eye contact, struggling to keep your voice steady. "She said he left." 

He was concerned now, lowering his wheelbarrow and walking towards you, wellies squelching in the soggy grass. 

You stared down at your feet, the purples and oranges ground into the mud beneath your shoes. "I squashed your flowers..." 

"Hey, that's alright," he said softly, extending a hand to you, helping you step over the rest. "And we'll be getting a new priest soon. Or you can talk to the deacon if you want? I can take you to see him?" 

"No. No, that's okay." You backed away. "I'm sorry about the flowers." 

You felt his eyes on you as you walked away, certain he thought you were insane. You felt insane, unable to slow your breathing or think clearly. You screwed your eyes shut as you walked out of the church grounds, playing back your last moments with Father Benedict, searching for a sign, a moment you could pluck out and cast blame upon. 

The world around you seemed to skew as you walked down the street; the pavement slanting, rain hitting the ground in an iridescent blur. Your stomach hurt, throat aching as you tried to swallow past a lump lodged in your oesophagus. You took out your phone again but you couldn't get your thumbs to work, like a chill had settled into your bones, freezing your knuckles and rendering them useless. 

When you arrived at Mara's house, you had no memory of how you got there. You walked up to the front door and pressed the bell, your hair drenched, rain dripping off the tip of your nose and soaking into your clothes, making them stick to you like a second layer of skin. She opened the door soon after, her expression immediately turning from surprise to worry as she took in the sight of you. 

"What the hell happened to you?" she asked. "You look like you're about to throw up." 

Something inside you suddenly broke, like an overflowing dam that could no longer withstand the weight of the deluge. Your lip quivered, eyes filling with tears, and you finally began to cry.

"That fucker," you heard Mara hiss from the hallway. 

You'd told her everything, unable to stop once the words started coming. She'd sat with you on her couch, staring at you in awe as you spoke through sobs; describing every lustful glance and intimate conversation, the undeniable attraction and how hard he'd tried to resist his desires. You told her about the confessional and the kiss on the credence table, you told her where you'd really been the night you walked out on Alfie and Gina, and how he'd given you his number the next morning. 

It spilled out of you like a flood; all the time you'd spent at the church, the rectory, his office. The places you'd slept together and the things he said when no one else could hear. You asked her what you did wrong, why he would leave without any warning or explanation. But she had no answers, resolving to awkwardly patting your leg, whispering how sorry she was as you cried into your hands. 

You must have fallen asleep at some point, stirring to the sound of Mara and Nathan whispering beyond the living room door.

"She never cries, Nathan. You should have seen her." 

"I'm still getting my head around the fact that she was doing it with a priest," he whispered. 

"Ugh. I swear to God I'm going to find out where he's gone, I'm going to go there and smack the shit out of him."

"No you're not." 

"Yes I fucking am." 

You sat up slightly, rolling your shoulders and pressing your fingers into your eyes, trying to soothe a headache that was beginning to form. 

"She was just starting to sort her life out," Mara whispered. "Now this. He has broken her, Nathan. How could he do that?"

Soleil let out a cry through the baby monitor. You listened as Nathan ran up the stairs, his footsteps thumping on the ceiling above you. Mara pushed open the living room door and peered her head around it, her brow raising when she saw you were awake.

"Oh, hey," she said. 

"Hi," you replied quietly.

Her eyes flitted from your hair to your clothes, your trainers caked in mud on her pristine, cream carpet. 

"Why don't you go up and get a shower," she said. "You can borrow some dry clothes."

You shook your head. 

"A bath?" 

"I'm fine, really."

"You're soaking wet." 

You shrugged. "I'll just get wet going home anyway."

She inhaled a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. "Y'know, you could stay here. Even for a couple of days, if you wanted to." 

"Thanks, but I think I just need to be on my own."

Her brows curved upwards in concern. 

"I'm not going to off myself over a man," you said dryly. "Don't worry." 

She rolled her eyes. "Just... You know you'll be fine, right? Like in the long run." 

You gave a weak, unconvincing nod. 

It was dark by the time Mara drove you home. You said goodbye and let yourself into the building, traipsing up the stairs like your body weighed a ton. You were tired, confused, your head pounding, eyelids swollen from crying. 

You stepped into your living room, the stained glass window you'd once adored less beautiful to you now; an allegory of pain, loss, heartbreak. You walked over, dragging the large curtains shut to cover it up, before turning around, your eyes immediately drawn to the sacred heart on the table. You couldn't even bring yourself to go near it, averting your gaze as you flopped down onto the couch. 

And that was where you stayed. For two days you barely moved, telling work you were sick and ignoring everything from texts to your own growling stomach. You would drift in and out of sleep, spending your waking hours sitting in silence, darkness, only moving when you couldn't hold in your pee any longer. Then you would return to your pit on the couch, staying there until your bladder filled again. 

By the second day, your hair itched, and your clothes felt uncomfortable against your skin. It was as if nothing else was real beyond the space in front of you, like the rest of the world no longer existed because you couldn't see it. You felt dizzy and weak, finally relenting and forcing yourself to move when you could have sworn you saw a cushion get up and walk across the floor like a dog. You drew the line at hallucinating.

You made your way into the kitchen, your stomach aching with hunger, throat burning with thirst. The two glasses still sat on the draining board, side-by-side, like a cruel reminder of him. Your body shivered with the memory of his hands on you, fingers digging into your hips as he bent you over the sink. He'd kissed you so softly that night, touched you like you were made of porcelain, filled your ear with the most tender words. Had it all been a lie? 

You drank water straight from the spout of the filter, grabbed a box of crackers from the cupboard before putting them back, the mere sight of them making you feel nauseous. Your phone was on the arm of the couch, you picked it up when you returned to the living room, scrolling through the wall of texts you'd sent him over the past two days. 

Not delivered.

Not delivered. 

Not delivered.

Not delivered.

Not delivered. 

He wasn't coming back. 

There was a part of you that tried to cling to the idea that he might. But as each day passed, another finger lost its grip, until eventually you'd let go completely.  

It had been a week since you closed the curtains, and you hadn't opened them since. The sacred heart picture still stood on the table, your bookcase still half-filled, exactly how he'd left it. You'd imagined dancing with him in this living room, the colourful glass glittering across your swaying bodies. But there'd been no dancing. You couldn't even bring yourself to let light in. 

Your period was late again. But this time, when it finally came, you didn't feel relief. It was strange, sitting on the bathroom floor with your knees to your chest to ease the cramps, and almost feeling sad. You didn't want to be pregnant. In fact, you hadn't decided if you ever wanted to be a mother at all. But seeing the blood, feeling the ache, it was like your body was cleansing itself of him. The bruises were gone, love bites faded, and now your insides were shedding. Starting a new cycle and leaving him behind in the last one. 

There was a knock at your front door. You got up to answer it, trying to hide your disappointment when you saw Rav from downstairs on the other side.

"Hi," he said with a pleasant smile.

"Hi," you replied unenthusiastically.

"Sorry for bothering you. Lorna asked me to come and check on you. Not seen you in a while, wondered if you were okay." 

"Oh. Yeah I'm- I'm fine. I've just been ill, that's all." 

He nodded, eyes lingering on your face for a moment. "Are you sure you're okay?" 

"Yeah. Really." 

It was clear he'd noticed the weight you'd lost, and the bags under your eyes were undeniable. He hovered at the front door, as though he didn't feel comfortable leaving you alone. 

You sighed and took a step back, gesturing for him to come inside. 

"Wow, it's er... It's dark in here," he said, breathing out a laugh as he looked around your living room. 

"I've got a period headache," you said bluntly. "The light hurts my eyes." 

"Ah, fair enough." He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Y'know, I've not been up here before. It's nice. I think it's bigger than my place as well." 

You pressed your lips into a forced smile. 

He eyed you up and down briefly. "Ellis... When was the last time you ate?" 

You gave an exasperated sigh. "Rav, I appreciate you checking on me, but I'm fine. You can go and tell Lorna I'm alive." 

"Alive, maybe. But thriving...?" 

"You have a 'Live Laugh Love' decal on your wall, don't you." 

He laughed. "Your wit's still intact, I see. That's a good sign." 

You sat down on the couch. He stood there, looking at you for a moment before taking a seat on the other side. 

"Look," he began. "I know we're still practically strangers. But... maybe that's better, y'know, I'm impartial. But whatever you're going through, you can't just hide yourself away." 

You didn't answer, letting your head fall back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling. 

"Or..." he continued. "We can just sit here. That works too." 

The silence was thick. Rav was fidgety; crossing and uncrossing his legs, looking around the room and whistling absentmindedly to himself. Eventually you turned your head to face him, speaking quietly. 

"Have you ever had someone just... disappear?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Like, have you ever felt like something was going really well, to the point where it seemed like it could turn into something... special? Permanent, even? But then... All of a sudden, they just vanish. They stop answering your calls, your texts. You don't know where they are, no idea why they walked away." 

"Are you asking if I've ever been ghosted ?"

Ghosted. You hated the term. There was something so juvenile about it, so minimising. He hadn't turned into a ghost, hadn't mysteriously disappeared in a puff of smoke. He'd left; ripped out your insides and took them with him. 

"Yeah," you said. "I suppose so."

"Yeah I've been ghosted. It fucking sucks," he said. "But what you have to understand is that it says more about them than it does you." 

"That's such a cliché things to say." You fell quiet again, moving your gaze back to the ceiling and blinking to stop tears forming. When you opened your mouth to speak again, your voice was quiet, wavering. "I just wish I knew what I did to make him leave."

He sighed, his dark, doe-like eyes rounded sympathetically. "Nothing. Nothing, Ellis, you-" He sat up properly, turning his body towards you. "If you'd done something wrong, really wrong, then he'd have wanted you to know about it. He'd have made sure you knew, because he'd be justified. But leaving without a word? That's what cowards do when they don't have a good reason for it." 

"I just... I don't know how I'm ever going to let him go." 

"It hurts to be left. Trust me, I know." He stood up. "But think of it as a gift, a blessing. Take all the love and care and attention you were reserving for him, and pour it into yourself instead." 

You didn't answer as he walked past you towards the kitchen. 

"You're going to start by eating something," he said. "Then we're going to sit down and you're going to tell me how you plan to start this book cover design business of yours."

You lifted your head and looked at him, brow furrowed in confusion.  

"Lorna tells me everything," he said. 

You couldn't help but let out a slight, halfhearted laugh. "She said you're the resident printer guy."

He smiled. "Here for all your printer needs." 

You stayed on the couch as he disappeared into the kitchen, looking at the black screen of the TV, a sickly, bony version of yourself staring back. You listened as he fished out some pots and pans, opening and closing your cupboards in search of something to make for you. 

You wanted to take his words to heart. You had to.

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Jae Anon again lol. I’ve got too much inspiration. This one comes from a drawing from @drpeppertummy where the giant invites their friend over and the little human can’t eat it all lol.

Enjoy!

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Liriel tied his hair up into a bun as he stood on the chair, watching as Kelton placed a plate of food in front of him. Liriel’s shoulders were slightly taller than the table. “I hope you like it! I made it with food from my very own farm!” Kelton said happily, placing a straw in the cup for Liriel to reach easier.

“Thank you, I’m sure it’s delicious,” Liriel said, nervously looking at the food. Kelton had even dialed it down with the amount of food, but it still looked like way too much to eat for the small elf.

Nevertheless, Liriel dug in. He didn’t want to make his friend feel bad by not eating the food that was made for him. Liriel ate and ate, ignoring the grumbling protests as his stomach filled up more than it was used to.

“You must be pretty hungry. I can hear your stomach from over here,” Kelton said, laughing as he spoke. Liriel laughed to, trying to make it sound real despite his aching tummy.

The two continued to eat, talking and joking as Liriel’s poor tummy was stretched more and more. Liriel barely managed to finish the fried chicken leg, the grease making his stomach grumble and cramp.

Liriel still had more food to go, but he felt that if much more food was forced into his belly, he was sure to pop. The small elf rubbed his stuffed stomach, being visible as his shirt rested against loosely with little room to spare.

“You haven’t drank much water, do you need some help?” Kelton asked, reaching across the table to tilt the straw down. Liriel only nodded, forcing himself drink some of the water. His belly groaned unhappily, the water mixing in with the rest of the chicken and potatoes.

Liriel looked at the food that still sat on his plate, sighing quietly before he started eating more food. He forced himself to eat until the plate was finished, his belly becoming more and more stuffed with each bite.

Liriel crossed his arms and leaned against the table, breathing heavily as his stuffed belly hung heavily from his small frame. His shirt rested snuggly against his belly, his pants already unbuttoned to allow extra room.

“Are you ready for dessert?” Kelton asked, clearing the table to take the dishes to the kitchen.

“Maybe next time. That was a filling meal,” Liriel huffed, his groaning belly loudly protesting at the thought of more food.

“Oh nonsense! There’s always room for more!” Kelton exclaimed, walking to the kitchen. Liriel thought about leaving while Kelton was gone, but stayed because he didn’t want to be rude.

Liriel watched as Kelton put a small piece of cake in front of the small elf, accompanying it with a cup of soda. Liriel begrudgingly picked up his fork, digging into the strawberry cake. It was good, he admitted that, but he was sure it would taste better under different circumstances.

Liriel sipped some soda here and there, turning his head away to grimace as the bubbly drink messed with his already aching tummy. He slowly ate the sweet, creamy cake, pushing farther and farther as not to offend his giant friend.

When Liriel finally finished the cake, he felt like he was going to throw up. His shirt was already sliding up his rock hard belly, watching as he could see the cramps rolling through his over extended stomach.

Liriel used his hands to apply pressure to help get the bubbles out, hoping for any relief he could get. He was surprised when the straw was pushed into his mouth, looking to see an expecting Kelton. There was still half a glass left, and Liriel didn’t think he could finish it.

He gave it a try anyway, each gulp entering the mixture in his belly. Liriel held his poor belly as he felt it expand with each gulp, the bubbles only adding more pain for his excruciatingly painful stomach.

With a couple gulps left, he felt his belly button pop out. Allowing little room for his expanding stomach. Once he finished, Kelton took the dirty dishes away, allowing Liriel to desperately work at his gurgling mess of a belly.

Liriel managed to get a few small burps out, biting back a few moans of pain as he massaged his stomach. This would take a long time to process, and his stomach was going to give him hell over it.

“So, how was it? Did you like it?” Kelton asked, sitting back in his chair. Liriel pulled the hem of his shirt down, wincing a little as the shirt hugged his giant belly much to tight for his liking.

“It was delicious. I’ll have to come over another time for another meal. Thank you so much for the amazing food. I’ve got to get back now to tend to my farm, but I’ll let you know when I’m available next,” Liriel said, forcing a smile onto his face.

The elf managed to waddle himself down the tiny stairs off the chair and make his way to the door, which was a lot farther for him than the giant. Kelton waited at the door as he opened it for Liriel, paying no mind to the stuffed elf’s belly.

The two said their goodbyes and Liriel continued waddling towards his farm. Kelton could only watch through the window with a smirk, wondering how long it would take to convince Liriel to move in and become his own personal pocket boy.

oh wow I can't believe he managed to finish the whole meal! Poor little thing must have been so swollen after, with a stomach ache to match. Imagine he gets invited over almost weekly, but each time he eats so much food his body cant digest it fast enough to be empty by the time he goes over for dinner. His stomach is constantly stretched and full, and bit by bit it just gets worse each week...

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We always talk about the Curtis bros, but do you have any Johnny hcs? ❤️🎞️

Oh absolutely!

(tw for suicide and s/h mentions)

He used to feed the stray animals of the lot-he’d be walking to the Curtis’ house and there would be an army of kittens and puppies following him

He names them all too, he has favorites but he won’t admit it

His favorite is a black lab he named Mocha and a dark brown cat with green eyes that he named Cinnamon (he loves his food related names)

He has the biggest appetite out of everyone in the gang-when the Curtis brothers would host thanksgiving they would make two turkeys for that reason alone

He’s very light footed and will sidle people by mistake

He hates bio because he hates dissecting things (more so after bobs death- i refuse to accept that Johnny died)

He knows karate because he would watch through a window (tying together Ralph Macchio’s roles lol)

His hair is canonically super fluffy not greased back (in the movie at least) and he secretly loves when people play with it but will never let anyone actually do it unless it’s a gang member

He always makes sassy little quips under his breath and no one gets mad because they’re actually kinda funny and original

Before their deaths, Johnny was super super close to Mrs. Curtis

Like she would leave slices of cake or leftovers from dinner on the windowsill because she knew he was too prideful (and too worried about bothering anyone) to actually ask

He doesn’t get bloated no matter how much he eats. Soda is insanely jealous

He’s not big on cuddling because he’s just jumpy but sometimes he’ll snuggle up with Pony in the lot

He’s one of the shortest in the gang, right after Sodapop (i’d say he’s 5’10’’ or so)

‘He is undefeated in burping contests and he’s proud of it (unless he’s in public then he gets all shy. Dally gives him shit for it like “come on we’ve all heard you before! don’t get all chicken on us now!”)

He isn’t subtle about being hungry either. He by far has the loudest stomach in the gang (coincidental for him being so quiet)

Him and Pony were inseparable as kids and Soda was insanely jealous (he got over it after Mrs Curtis explained Johnny doesn’t have anyone at home like Pony and that Soda has him all the time while Johnny doesn’t)

He never drinks. Ever. Even when he’s of age because he’s seen what it’s done to his parents and it scares him

The rest of the gang know this and they don’t drink around him or come near him when they’re actually drunk

He’s the prettiest crier you’ll ever see

He was an oops baby and his parents have no shame in telling him so. Because of this he often feels like a mistake and takes it out on himself in very bad ways

He has an older sister but she ran away and left him behind. He used to resent her for it but then started wondering if he would’ve gone through with it if she had gone with him

He loves croissants

He isn’t a fan of chocolate and swears sour/gummy things are better (him and Pony have bickered about this)

He has no problem standing up for himself against the gang if he thinks they’re being unfair to him

He’s not really competitive but he’s oddly good at making bets

He doesn’t bother taking a lunch period in school because he never has food anyway

He gets easily embarrassed when people know he’s hungry because he feels like he’s being a burden or something

His mom is Hispanic and his dad is Native American

He’s fluent in Spanish because of this and knows a bunch of insults (mainly because his mom used them on him)

He has a high spice tolerance but spicy stuff makes him burp and hiccup like crazy

He’s a quiet crier. Like he’ll just put his head down and you’ll hear teeny tiny gasps. He kinda trained himself to be quiet though

He loves ducklings. He’s rehabilitated a number of animals because he has genuine care for them but ducklings and birds were always his favorites

He’s on the ace spectrum (Demisexual)

He has the biggest brownest eyes imaginable and knows when to use the puppy eyes to get what he wants (even Dally can’t so no to those puppy eyes)

He often makes jokes absolutely degrading himself and the gang always sits him down for a “101 reasons why we love Johnny” session

He made a joke about offing himself one time. Did not end well. The gang panicked and wouldn’t let him be anywhere alone for months because they were so worried

Speaking of, he’s attempted a number of times but was obviously never successful

He always feels a lump in his throat when he sees anyone with s/h scars because it means they’re hurting in a similar way to him

His parents tried to institutionalize him once but the gang got there before anything could actually happen

His response she to fear tends to be snap back. It’s all he knows. So if he’s afraid or feels threatened he will snap and yell at you

He hates feeling like a pet. The soc girls at school would treat him like a quiet shy pet until he snapped back at them

He despises nearly every soc (before he met cherry and expanded his thought process)

He has a pine allergy and once Darry had a pine scented candle and he almost died (Darry felt awful because he didn’t know)

Whenever the gang roughhouses they go light on him and make a point to not insult him because they don’t want it to turn into something his parents would do

I kinda like to headcanon that he has vitiligo but on his arms and back and such but he’s really insecure about it so he hides it

He has pretty bad PTSD and his panic attacks are intense

He has told the gang to “shut the fuck up” when they got too loud

Coincidentally he despises johnnycakes (he melts when it’s used as a nickname for him tho)

He’s kinda big on pet names because he didn’t get that a lot as a kid from anyone besides Mrs. Curtis. But he also doesn’t like to feel babied

That’s all I have for now-really went on the angst train…woof-anyway-hope you enjoy!

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dear kate, as someone who wasn't watching the sport back then I'm very curious about what happened in russia 2018 (re your tags on that post)?

it's lore. Daniel/Christian lore. horrible, awful, multifaceted human lore. when you watch a little thing, just an awful real moment and it reminds you that people are unfortunately complex and love is prideful, and sometimes love is selfish and love manifests differently in different people.

Russia 2018 was Max's birthday, Red Bull got a marching band and mimes to welcome Max into the paddock, it was a v elaborate and uncomfortable affair for everyone involved, and there was a cake cutting ceremony once Max walked the length of the paddock where the rest of the team were waiting for him.

Mind you, this was at the END of September, Daniel announced his departure from Red Bull at the very beginning of August, so it had already been almost 2 months of Christian calling Daniel stupid, and a girl, and that he took the easy way out but also Christians time during the sessions up until then was split equally in Daniel's garage and Max's but after that for a while it was the pitwall or Max's side.

Anyway back to Max's uncomfortable birthday, Daniel was also there but he didn't stand with Helmut and Christian at the front, he was uncharacteristically stood away from them, and away from the cameras. Daniel is usually front and centre during moments like these but I think it was a combination of how insanely uncomfortable the whole mime/marching band combo is and also the fact that he was no longer really 'part' of the team. Christian had already said Daniel will not be involved in the remaining development of the car effective immediately.

The official video that Red Bull posted(still up on yt) didn't really show it but Christian was the most uncomfortable/annoyed by the whole thing, more so than Max somehow lol

In the unofficial janky live stream of the whole thing however Christian kept turning back to Daniel who was behind everyone and it was very much an 'oh.' gut punch moment because it's just a real little human interaction of turning to someone you know/trust/relate to. And I just remember thinking that's like the first bit of normalcy we've seen from them since the torrid separation

Anyway really the most devastating part is from the janky live stream, one of the times Christian bodily turns to Daniel (twice) to catch his eye, Daniel kinda just laughs and tells him "you're not dancing" to which Christian replies by actually dancing for a second

this janky clip from a janky stream was a formative moment

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ofmd s2e1 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

not quite a reaction post bc i've already watched the whole thing. not quite a liveblog bc it's one post and it's probably gonna take me a full hour to get through a 28 minute episode at the rate of pausing and typing i'll be doing

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

anyway, pirate time:

i love how much fun con is having choking on his own blood

dream!stede's extremely teary face right before he takes off running down the beach is doing psychic damage to me

also dream!stede's stupid ridiculous outfit with all the long ribbons and shit...

ed and stede make contact so hard shjfkhsgjkfd the loud OUGH sounds from both of them

also the return of ed's old beard! i didnt expect to see her at all this season, so that was a surprise.

"babe" "love" im tearing out my own hair

stede has yet to learn that ripping ass near your beloved can be a love language

stede is a terrible fucking roommate just deal with wee john's gas in silence like the rest of them. goddamn.

WHO HAS THE OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH TRAMP STAMP. WHO IS THAT.

i like when the background OST is familiar to me lol the little strings when stede starts his letter throwing me back to s1

olu: that–that's the swede the swede: Im the swede roach: he's single ;) me: *pissing my pants with laughter*

also the direct confirmation that the swede literally doesn't have a name. incredible

shjkfhdhfkj the crew encouraging him. stede's "it's okay" and roach "be brave" im CRYINGGGGG

stede doing customer service is something that can be so personal. "reservation?" "eat my fuckin' shit" "right! walk-ins, then" average restaurant experience

the random background guy saying "my favorite hand!" abt getting stabbed in the hand is making me giggle. i love the humor on this show

why does stede have so much shoulder movement going on when he's walking through the bar. whore behavior.

"this is for mom!" sorry but i want to know more abt whatever's going on there

also the purple mohawk. dope.

buttons is so distressed LET HIM RETURN TO THE SEA THESE CONDITIONS ARE INHUMANE

"i know the odds of you finding this are slim but so were the odds of us finding each other in the first place" IM RIPPING OFF MY OWN SKIN

also stede's lil sad hopeful smile after throwing the bottle... i care him

i love how they make this wedding fucking suck so we don't feel too bad abt the whole massacre thing. "the natural condition of humanity is base and vile. it is the obligation of people of standing, such as yourselves, to elevate the common human rabble through the sacred transaction of matrimony" if i was at a wedding and the officiant said that i'd also start killing people probably

yayy murder montage :)

FANG BREAKING THAT GUY'S SPINE OVER HIS KNEE

the whole cake scene is so fucking funny im sorry. i love u jim drawing the line at attacking a shitty wedding. i love u archie who wasn't here for the good old days so you dont really see a problem with how things are. i love u frenchie with ur box in ur brain that u never open again. i love u fang it's gonna get better i swear. i love u frenchie again bc u just took the cake right out of fang's hands while he was fucking sobbing hfjhgkjhdkjkf

I MISS IVAN JUSTICE FOR IVAN. wish they could've said he'd just fucked off somewhere instead of dying but i think that would've raised the question of why hasn't anyone else fucked off since they all seem so miserable

very relieved that stede isn't taking the racist/antisemitic caricature drawings of ed to make like a boyfriend scrapbook like some people were theorizing. would've been overkill if after episode 4 from last season stede still didn't realize that ed hated these sorts of depictions of him.

INTERESTING DETAIL THO the background music in this scene is "a pirate's life" aka the song frenchie sang in the pilot. it's an instrumental version obviously but yeah i recognize that tune

also more cool background ppl with dyed hair man i love this show

zheng yi sao flirting with olu is so good. he deserves it.

how nice of ed to offer his drugs to the crew. sharing is caring.

also it's so funny to me that the thing izzy is tormented by is ed saying "you can't do the job, someone else will" the toe thing's happened three times and apparently that was fine but the thing the show edits together right before izzy breaks down into the most pathetic aheemheem whimpers isn't any of that it's ed threatening to fire him

also they cut ed throwing knives at izzy!! what the hell.

releasing the clip of izzy crying kinda ruined it for me when it came time to watch it in the show bc i watched it several times since it dropped and now seeing it in context i was like "ok i've seen this already fast forward." i mean i didnt fast forward through it but i did kinda zone out bc i've seen this bit already. this post kinda sums up my thoughts on it

"trifling ingrate plan" dshkjfshgdskhfjkhgkjh

"SEMI-CLEAN WATER"

JACKIE CALLING THE SWEDE "BOO CAKES"

"i know that guy we had breakfast together!" "you'll be having a lot of breakfasts-es together" "oh, okay" i fucking love this whole dynamic like i can tell they're writing the swede out of most of the episodes for budget reasons (sorry nat faxon) but by god do they give him such an excellent fucking send-off. can't wait to see him again when he's in his trophy husband number 20 era

roach is upset abt not being able to cook, buttons is tied up so he doesn't go running back to the sea (i assume). stede you are not giving your crew the environment they need to thrive.

olu being an optimist :)

buttons opens his mouth to drink the rain and in the background u can see roach yanking the rope around buttons back fhdjskgfjhgkjfh STEDE YOUR SEA WITCH CANNOT THRIVE IN THESE CONDITIONS

stede tries to make things sound good in his bottle letters to ed but out loud he says his actual insecurities... it's so fucking tasty tho that he thinks ed could be doing better without him and THAT'S why he's been stalling so much. not afraid for his life even a little bit he just assumes he's not wanted. brb i have to cry now

"im sorry if that's a little bit creepy" "you are creepy" in this scene where they're soaked from the rain. ofmd said this prince ricky guys is creepy and wet.

stede's fucking FACE when prince ricky says "you're my hero" his fucking "clearly you dont own an air fryer" face I CANT STAND HIMMMMMM (affectionate)

prince ricky "these rubes" "men of our standing" yeah i cant fucking stand this guy (derogatory) i love how he's barely even in this episode

stede's face when the swede is talking abt how happy he is with jackie... my man believes in love so much im gonna cry

also in what fucking way does the swede owe them a life debt. roach and buttons literally tried to eat him

izzy's "you know me better than anyone knows me and i daresay the same about you" this is literally so false i dont even know where to begin. izzy in e6 being like "if i didnt know any better i'd think maybe ed might possibly maybe be actually enjoying bonnet's company" while ed and stede are giggling and making each other friendship bracelets. this guy doesn't know ed at all.

also i cant get over how izzy wont make eye contact he's like staring blankly into the middle distance delivering these lines so flatly until he goes to say "i have... love for you" and in that moment he looks like he'd rather ed were feeding him more toes.

"im worried about you, we all are" not gonna lie my dude you've had a weird way of showing it thus far. where was all that worry when you told him he was better off dead than wearing a robe and singing songs?? where was that fucking love then?

and NOW izzy wants to talk it through. izzy literally voted to make blackbeard great again and now he wants to give open communication a chance???

lmao there's a limit to how many characters can be in a bulleted list so here's fucking. part two. on the same post:

ed asking everyone if the vibe is poisonous and fang cant stop crying and ed's face is just like "eh good enough" im fdhksgfkjtdkh

anyway ed with a loaded gun under his chin talking to himself is hurting me so fucking much actually. ed my beloved babygirl for whom i would die. this poor traumatized man. yes he is making this workplace toxic as hell but god. GOD. im gonna throw up.

the way ed is so fucking casual about shooting izzy in the leg. just calm and jovial as he promotes frenchie to first mate. stepping over izzy all crumpled on the floor. everything about this is so fucking good. i mean it's horrible for ed and everyone around him but for me watching the show this shit is DELICIOUS. i love when the pirates get violent and unhinged i love when this shit gets fucked up. ed's mental state is so bad right now and it is causing me severe anguish but also it is so tasty. fuck.

anyway frenchie trying to turn down the promotion fhjkghdfjkhf

the cut to the swede performing the husbandly duties is INSANE. COMPLETE TONAL WHIPLASH. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

"fuck those hammies up!" spanish jackie i love you

black pete why are you so fucking loud AND WHY WOULD YOU JIX IT LIKE THAT???

why is prince ricky so small. he's like a full head shorter than stede. also this guy is insufferable i love how stede just fucking abandons him fhjkgdhkdfghkj

"the calf muscle is the most mysterious of alllll the muscles" what the FUCK does that even mean. oh swede i will miss you

NOSE REMOVAL FUCK YES. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

obsessed with the swede playing dumb. the dramatic gasp. "wow, so bad!" fhjsghdkjf

"aint you that soup bitch?" "im the money bitch" i love women.

sfdsjkh spanish jackie being into double-crossing. and slapping the swede's ass on the way out. i love this show

i love how zheng says "this much indigo is worth three times what i paid" while spanish jackie and the husbands are still like, right there. and they just don't hear that bit. incredible.

OUGH the back of jim's weird rope armor looks like a ribcage that's so cool

i love how jim is so fucking bad at telling this story. i love how the monkey's paw comes into it. i love fang asking them to do the voice. i love archie trying to hold back her laughter i love jim and fang giggling together I LOVE THIS SHOW

ed's fucking voice breaking through his whole convo with frenchie. im tearing out my own teeth

HEY DID YOU GUYS KNOW THEY HAVE POST-CREDITS SCENES IN THIS SEASON?????????? WHAT THE HELL

i take back what i said about jim being bad at telling this story their version is so much fucking better. squeaky voice "I pray to you, Dark Lord, to make me real flesh! I want to be real flesh!" IM FUCKING OBSESSED. JIM I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

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WC ::: 5,200

A/N ::: I have it bad for Bakugo right now. I pretty much worked on this all damn day. Which will explain any errors you may find. I read and reread on Google Docs but it's almost 11pm and my tired eyes can take no more. It if's horrific, please tell me so I can fix it. I hate a misspelled word. Grammatical is fine. Love grammatical errors. I do them on purpose. Now I'm rambling and need to go to bed. Enjoy! Thank you for having Baku-Flu with me.

C/W ::: Too tired to elaborate. I'll fix it tomorrow. But MINORS, LOOK DOWN AND WALK AWAY. DOWN ... AWAY. Aged up Bakugo, Sorta slow burn, playful banter, alcohol use (not much), oral {M->F}, sex, quippy conversation. The End. Like I said, I'll fix this tomorrow, objectifying Bakugo? Admiring his ass. Idk. Leave me alone.

Hard to Get

It wasn't long after you turned on the tv that your mind started to wander. You were thinking about your best friend's birthday party you just got home from. You were thinking about Bakugo who was there, looking so delicious. 

His neck muscles turned and twitched whenever he moved his head or swallowed something. His lips curled into a sick and tight smirk whenever he looked at you. Your stomach would drop to your pussy and it made you feel sick in the best way.

The show you were watching was of little interest. Your hands had been resting on your spread legs as you lay on the couch, rubbing your inner thighs in slow, soft circles. Unaware of just how much you were turning yourself on while mindlessly daydreaming of him. Of Bakugo, being the one who's resting between your knees, touching you so sweetly. Wishing he was the one edging you closer and closer to your release.

The clock on your mantel chimed, signaling the end of this day and the start of a new one. You had no reason to stay up so you decided to call it and go to bed. You brush your teeth. Wash your face (with cold water - one last attempt at cooling yourself off) and climb into bed.

It was an hour before you even felt tired and it pissed you off that you laid there tossing and turning for so long. Still horny. Still too stubborn to give in and bring yourself some relief. You didn't want to touch yourself. You wanted Bakugo to do it. And since he wasn't here, you were going to throw a little hissy fit that only you would know about. Whatever.

You were just nodding off in your soft blankets and warm bed when your phone lit up and a pretty little chime resonated through your dark room.

"Hey." Is all it said. You didn't recognize the number, not even a little bit. So you texted back that they have the wrong number. No one you know generally texts this late at night anyway. Putting the phone down on your nightstand you rolled over and squished yourself back down into the mattress.

"No, I don't have the wrong number. I got this from {friend's name}, y/n =)."

"Ok, so all that tells me is you're a creepy asshole who harassed my best friend and got my cell number from them. Lose it. Permanently."

"Tsktsktsk. That's no way to talk to the guy who you were making fuck me eyes at over the birthday cake. Now is it, sweetheart?"

You laughed, "{Males name}, I'm so relieved to hear from you! I thought since you were there with your wife and kids you wouldn't notice me making fuck me eyes at you. When can I see you again? WITHOUT the fam, ok? They were a real drag."

"The FUCK! You calling me a creepy asshole is real rich. It's Bakugo, dumbass."

"Who?" This was too fun.

"Oh my God, you're so annoying, y/n. Bye. YOU lose MY number PERMANENTLY!"

"Bakugo, waitttt wait wait! I'm fucking with you lol! Jesus. You're so serious all the time! What're you doing up so late? Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"I don't have a bedtime, little girl. I make my own rules, baby."

"Who you calling a little girl? I'll have you know I no longer piss the bed. Well, unintentionally, anyway."

"YOU'RE FUCKING SICK!"

"You love it. There's no shame when it comes to sex. The dirtier the better, I say."

"..."

"Pussy got your tongue?"

"What?"

You huffed, "Pussy (Cat) got your tongue?"

"..."

Minutes passed before he said anything so you texted him again. "You typing with one hand? You know, some phones have a one-handed setting. It might be helpful for when you're ... well, using one hand for typing and one hand for something else. Just FYI. Anyway, if you're done, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I have stuff I gotta do tomorrow."

"..."

And that was the end of that conversation with Bakugo.

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You woke up just the way you went to sleep: Horny. But you overslept and had some things to take care of before you could even think about doing that. Your shower was quick and way less hot than usual. The clothes you put on were loose-fitting and casual. This is what Saturday's were made for. Being comfortable, getting shit done and then spending the day lounging around.

There was one parking spot left at the post office and you were about to take it when some fucker on a motorcycle swooped in and stole it right out from underneath your tires.

"What the fuck, asshole!" You got out of your car and yelled at the person with the black, stickered helmet sitting on their shoulders. "I was going to park there, kindly move your fucking bike? Jesus."

The person came over to you and stood unnervingly close. So close to you that you had to back up against your car. "Um, personal space, dick." You pushed them away, your fingers dug into their hard chest muscles. You had to admit, with how much you've wanted to fuck lately, they felt so good. But that didn't change the fact they were a total piece of shit for taking this so far.

"You don't recognize me, little girl?"

"Little girl??" Where have you heard that recently. You narrowed your eyes and said, "{Males name}? Is that you hiding your asshole face behind the helmet?"

The man laughed and pulled his helmet off. "Yeah, yeah. It's me, {Males name}. You're a fucking idiot." He chuckled again and leaned in to hug you.

"Heyyy, Bakugo." You said in a quiet little voice. You wrapped your arms around his neck and backed yourself up the rest of the way against your car, pulling him with you. "You ..." you exhaled in his ear, "are so ..." pushing your tits into his pecs, "fucking ... mmmuch of an asshole." Pushing him away you pointed at the spot he took before you even had a chance to turn your blinker on. "I - why do you even need a whole spot? You can just leave that dumb thing on the sidewalk!"

"DON'T!" He grabbed you by the cheeks, squishing them together, causing your lips to squish out. His sudden movement and his hands so rough on you made you weak in the knees. "Don't talk about her like that. Ok?" He looked at his motorcycle and back at you.

You put your hands up, surrendering yourself to his tantrum. "S-sorry. Shit, sorry, ok?" He let go of your face and took a couple of steps back. "What did you need to do here? I can do it for you." He offered.

"I just have to ship this package and drop this in the outbox. I think I can handle it." You started to get back into your car.

"I'm sorry. Fuck. I didn't mean to ---" you shook your head at him, silently asking him to not bother with the apology.

"I get it. And you know what? Here." You tossed the small package to him and dug a $10 out of your pocket and gave that to him as well. "Thanks, parking spot stealer. Catch ya on the flipside."

He moved out of the way as you drove off without so much as a smile, a wave or even a resentful glare. 

But he waved at you.

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The next time you saw Bakugo was at the coffee shop with your friend's boyfriend. You walked in and saw him with his stupid pointy blond hair and that stupid grimace on his stupid ... hot face.

You pretended to not see him even though you noticed him as soon as you walked up to the large window front.

The door chimed, signaling the entrance of a new patron. For some reason, all eyes went to you. Like you were the millionth customer or something.

Still, you kept your eyes on the floor and made your way straight to the order counter.

The cashier took your order and you were about to hand them the $9 for your fancy coffee when Bakugo swooped in and pushed your hand down so he could pay for you.

"Hey, y/n. Uh, lemme get this for ya? Let me make it up for the other day, yeah?" He tried to smile but it didn't really come across as much of a smile. More like a dominant show of teeth.

"Oh, you're ... you're here, too. I can pay for this, thanks tho---" You did your best to convince him to fuck off. But he wouldn't have any of it.

"Goddamn it, don't be an asshole. Let me buy you a coffee. C-consider this will be like a first step in our dating life, hm?" Fuck, he was hot. And he had at least one friend. Even if that friend was your best friend's boyfriend.

"Jesus, Bakugo. Fine! Fine. Pay for the damn coffee. Thanks. Thank you. Ok? You happy? I owe you now." You stepped back so he could pay. He put his hand on the curve of your waist as he moved passed you. It was fairly obvious what kind of effect it had on you. Your face turned a sweet shade of pink, your eyes blew out until they were almost all pupils. You just hoped he wouldn't see.

"You ok, y/n? You look like you're going to barf." He said.

"I'm not going to barf, you idiot. I just," you looked down the front of his body and left your eyes on his inseam.

"Y/n? you just ...?" He lifted your chin with his index finger, bent down a little and tilted his head to look into your eyes before your face was completely up.

"Huh? Wha-? Oh! I just need coffee. Just ... coffee. Can I get that to go, please? I gotta, I gotta go." You grabbed the coffee and stormed out.

"Hey! Y/n, whe- wait!" Bakugo called after you but you didn't stop. "The fuck. The actual fuck." He said to his friend.

They shrugged. "I've always thought she was a little odd." He laughed.

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You called up your friend who gave him your cell number. Immediately going into your yelled speech as soon as they answered their phone.

"WHAT is wrong with you? You know, since you gave that dumbass my phone number he's been texting me and turning up everywhere I go! Did you give him my calendar too? 'Cuz I swear to fucking god, he was at the post office the other day. He stole my fucking parking spot. And then he was at the coffee shop just now. I swear to god he's everywhere now, {best friend's name}!! What have you done?"

"Who is this?" She laughed.

"Fuck, really?!" You yelled at her again. "I'm serious. He's everywhere. He's ... he's ..." You couldn't finish your thought.

"Hot as shit? You want his cock? You want his lips all over your body? You want his babiessss!? Oh my god! You want his babies!" She was in hysterics at the thought.

"You're the devil. You're really ... straight from hell. And I love you. But he's popping up in the places I frequent that I've never seen him at before."

There was silence on her end, until you heard voices in the background.

"Is {boyfriend's name} home?" You waited for her to answer you, hearing a third voice in the room. "Is Bakugo there? Jesus Christ. He's stealing you from me. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." Enough was enough. Though you didn't know how friendly he had been with them in the past, you do know that Bakugo was becoming more and more a part of your life and the lives of your close friends.

Your cell rang. It was a number that you hadn't saved, but you suspected it was your new stalker.

"Hello, Bakugo?"

"Hi, pissy pants. Come over." You didn't love the nickname.

"Come over where? And no. I don't want to." You couldn't help but smile. You were really enjoying the attention he was giving you. Despite your best efforts to hate him, he was wearing you down.

"Come to your girlfriend's house. We're having an impromptu game night. Bring some shit to drink. See you in 30. And don't shower. You smell great as it is. See ya, sweetheart." And he hung up. Not even giving you a change to protest his garbage invitation to someone else's house.

"Don't shower? That's ... huh." You grabbed your keys and wallet and drove to the store to buy some shit to drink, as per his instruction.

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You parked in your friend's driveway, essentially blocking Bakugo's motorcycle in between your car and their garage. You laughed at how pissed it would probably make him. A silent victory. 

A petty victory.

Walking in the front door, you saw Bakugo sitting on the couch. His legs spread, hands resting on his thighs. Just daring you to look at him. Anywhere.

"What's going on tonight?" You asked. "Asshat over here called me and told me to bring shit to drink and that it was an impromptu game night? Well, I'm here and I have the shit." Raising the bottles in your hand you showed them off to the 3 other people there.

They all cheered and came to you. Your friend and her boyfriend took the bottles and Bakugo gave you a hug. A lingering hug.

"Hi, pissy pants," he smiled devilishly at you and pressed his hips into yours and his nose into your neck.

It sends a pulse throughout your whole body. You slipped and your breath got caught in your throat. You hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Excited to see me, too? Good. I can't stop thinking about you." He said against your ear.

"I, uh ... yeah. What's up?" You patted him on the back and pushed him away, taking a deep breath when you were finally free of his grasp. "Who's ready for game night? Let's go!"

The next hour or so went by in a haze. The group of you laughing and drinking and playing some board game that was on the coffee table. You won a lot. Bakugo kept losing and it made you smile. He was a terrible loser to his core. There was no in between. At one point, he almost flipped the coffee table over. 

You were starting to get drunk. You knew it because that display of raw agitation at something so stupid made your stomach knot up. His shit coping was turning you on.

"I'll be right back." You stood and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. You walked in and turned the light on and shut the door behind you. You tried to shut it behind you but there was a foot in the way. "Jesus. Bakugo, what the fuck." You laughed.

He pushed his way in and locked the door behind him. "We're … talking."

"Now?" You asked. "I was just about to pee. You can wait." You started to walk back toward the door but he grabbed your waist and pushed you back against the sink.

"We're talking, y/n. So fucking listen."

"Ok, I'm listening. What do you want to talk about?" You smiled up at him, your lips slightly parted and your eyes set on his.

"You." He said. "You're driving me fucking insane, ya fuckin' brat. You're always walking around with those pretty tits and that fat ass, making me lose my goddamn mind. I can't stop thinking about you. Your lips, your pussy ... Fuck. I wanna taste you." His hands were all over you. Raking up and down your back, over your ass and thighs.

"Mmm, you think I have a fat ass?" You whispered. He nodded. "You're so silly, Bakugo. You think you can just say those things to me and I'll let you have me? You really think that?"

He nodded again. "I'm going to have you. And you're … gonna let me. That's how this is gonna go."

"Is it?" You laughed. "What if I say no?"

"Then I'm going to fuck you anyway. You want me to. I know it. I like games too, sometimes. I can play any ... little thing … you want. But, I'm just going to take what I want, y/n. And you're going to be begging me to keep going." He grabbed your tits and squeezed them until you moaned.

"I bet you'd love that." You exhaled.

"Fuck, I bet you would too." He pulled you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you could feel your body getting hot. Your reaction to him was just about the most primal thing you'd ever experienced. You two were drawn to each other like magnets.

"Mmm ... mm-mm." You pushed him back and put your fingers to your lips. "What are we doing, Bakugo? This ... I don't know what you think this is ... but ... I just." You shook your head. "I need to pee. So ... shoo! Go on."

"You're so full of shit. Just admit you want me as much as I want you." He licked his lips and turned around, unlocking the door and walking out. "See you in a minute." He winked at you.

You locked the door behind him and went to the toilet. You looked at yourself in the mirror. "This can't be real. This can't be fucking real." You sat down and tried to compose yourself.

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The next time you saw Bakugo was at the grocery store. You were getting some groceries for the week when you heard someone behind you clearing their throat.

It was him.

"Hi, pissy pants. Fancy seeing you here, of all places."

"Ohh-kayy. You don't even fucking live in this neighborhood! What the hell are you doing over here? Seriously, Bakugo." You looked around to make sure there were people who could hear you. "I don't love you! You need to stop following me, I WILL call the police, you freak!" You couldn't stay composed any longer and started to laugh.

"Oh, ha-ha. God you're an asshole." He eventually laughed, too. "Seriously, though. You won't text me back. Why?"

You shrugged, "I dunno. You're weird."

"What do you mean by that, y/n?"

"You're ... just ... I don't know." You shook your head. "I need to get back to my shopping."

He nodded. "Yeah, I get it. I'm not what you thought I'd be. Not really. But I'm not all bad, either, y/n."

"Hmm, I don't know. I think you're ... well, maybe I've misjudged you. It's not like I really know you. But, I don't know. I'm sorry for saying you're weird. You're not weird, necessarily. I don't know." You looked at him, curious about what he'd say next.

"It's ok. I'm used to people thinking I'm an asshole. It's just ... I like you. I wanna ... I don't know." He leaned over his cart and put his chin in the palms of his hands.

"Go out with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask, y/n! This is, oh my gosh. This is all so sudden! Yes! Yes, of course I'll go out with you!" He smirked. "Let me know when, y/n. See ya later, sweetheart." He took off in the opposite direction, knowing full well you were staring at his ass.

You bit your lip and watched him walk away. "Yup, still hot. Fuck."

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It was the night of your friend's boyfriend's birthday party. Bakugo had been texting you for days, trying to figure out where you'd be and what you'd be doing. You told him you'd be there. So there you were. In a pretty red dress that hugged your curves. And matched his eyes.

"Well, hello." He said as you walked up to him. "Wow, you look so fucking sexy. I love this. I love this dress. I love ... it." He was trying to contain himself.

"Oh, this old thing?" You giggled and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him onto the dance floor. "Dance with me, Bakugo!"

"I'm not really much of a dancer."

"That's disappointing. They say that men who dance are 10x's more likely to make a woman climax in bed. Or on the couch. Or the shower. Anywhere. Guess I'll dance by myself." You shrugged and laughed at your bullshit fact and the effect it had on his face.

"Oh my God, you're going to be the death of me, y/n. Come on." He put his arm around your waist and you two danced for the rest of the night.

A slow song came on and he pulled you to him. He tucked your hand against his chest and he held you close by the small of your back with his right hand. “You having fun, y/n?” He asked, looking down the front of your dress.

“Not as much fun as you, apparently. I can feel that, by the way.” You smirked, gesturing down between the two of you with your eyes. “But yeah, I am, actually. Thank you for dancing with me. You’re surprisingly not that shit at it.” 

Bakugo lay his head down on your shoulder and softly kissed your neck. "Let's get out of here." He said, his lips touching your ear as he raised his head and whispered to you. "Let's go back to your place."

You nodded. "Yes. NOW." You grabbed his hand and walked out.

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Once you got to your place, you ran upstairs and put on some music. Your favorite song came on and you danced around your room for a minute before Bakugo walked in, looking at you with the most heavy, lustful eyes you've ever seen.

He slowly walked over to you and put his hands on your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. "Y/n. How hot you are."

You shook your head, "Me? Bakugo, you are ... you are ... so fucking hot. You make me feel so ... I don't know. Like ... like I have no control over myself. You just ... you do this thing to me. It's like my whole body catches fire and then melts and I just want to ... fuck, I want to fuck you."

"I think I can make that happen." He looked at you, waiting for you to make the next move.

You pulled him over to your bed and pushed him down on it. "I'm in charge. Got it? I'm in charge." You climbed on top of him, your hands pushing his shoulders back as you straddled his waist.

"No, no you're not. But nice try." He flipped you over and held your wrists above your head. "You're mine, y/n. You're all fucking mine. I'm going to make you feel good. I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you'll be screaming my name for days because you’ll be too damn stupid to remember anything else." He smiled and kissed your neck, his hand moving down your body to your panties.

You gasped and bucked your hips up, "Fuck, Bakugo. That feels so good." Your fingers were in his hair, pulling it at the roots.

He pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside your pussy. "Jesus. You're so fucking wet, y/n. Is this for me? This wet pussy is for me? Fuck." He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow, tight circles.

Your back arched off the bed, "God, yes, Bakugo. Fuck! Oh my fucking god, th- ... Don't … Please don't fucking stop!" You screamed.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Huh? You gonna cum all over my fingers? I know you are. But not yet." He pulled his fingers from you, licked them clean and kissed your lips.

You grabbed his face and kissed him back, tasting yourself on his tongue. "Bakugo, I want ... lemme suck your cock."

"Hohhh fuck." He moaned. "You will, sweetheart. You will. But not right now. Right now ..." he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down around his knees. His cock was hard and throbbing.

"Oh, fuck, Bakugo." Your eyes were wide with wonder as you sat up on your elbows on the bed. The dress pooled around your waist and your panties sat haphazardly covering your cunt. None of that mattered. All you could see right now was his huge cock.

And it saw you, too.

"It's yours, y/n. It's all fucking yours. So fucking take it, you little brat." He pushed your legs apart and rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. "Is this what you want? Huh? This big fucking cock inside of your little pussy? Is it?"

"Oh my god, Bakugo! I do, so bad." You whimpered.

"I know you do. That's why I'm going to give it to you." He pushed himself inside of you, slowly stretching you out until you were begging for more.

"More, Bakugo. Give me more. Fuck, fuck me! Oh my god!" You pulled him down on top of you, your hands clawing at his back.

"Fuck, y/n. You're so fucking tight, baby. You're so fucking wet and tight. God, this pussy is perfect. I'm going to fuck you every day, you got that?" He started to thrust faster, his hips slamming into yours with each stroke.

Your back arched up off the bed as he fucked you. You were on the edge, your orgasm building with every move he made. "Oh? Gettin' close? I guess all that dancing really paid off. I should slow the fuck down. Wouldn't want you cumming too fast now. Nnnope." He slowed to a barely discernible drag. Your eyes nearly went full white as they twisted to the back of your head.

"Ba-ku-go ... ple--- ... ya, please. You have ... to ... mmmm … oh my god." You whined as he looked at your contorting face.

"I know, baby. I know. I got you. I'll give you what you want, sweetheart. You're going to cum for me, ok?" He kissed your neck and started to speed up again, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper.

"Yes! Oh my god, don’t … don’t … hoh fuck!" You were on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall off at any moment.

He grabbed your tits, squeezing them and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Fuck! You're so fucking sexy. I wanna taste those tits, baby." He bent down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he kept fucking you.

Your hands were in his hair again, pulling and tugging as he fucked you harder and harder. Your body started to shake and your breath caught in your throat.

"I'm going to … cum, Bakugo! Fuck! Pleasepleaseplease!" You screamed as you came hard around his cock. "Oh my god! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Bakugo!"

You rode out the twitching and shaking of your body as he continued to fuck you. Dragging out more moans from you than anyone had ever bothered to do before.

His slow pace came to an even more painful stop. He kissed your neck until you were writhing below him. Begging him to do something.

Anything.

Bakugo slid back until just his tip was inside of you. He looked down at where he disappeared into your body and pulled out the rest of the way. His eyes darted back up to yours and he watched you all the way until his lips were encircling your clit.

"Oh my god!" You cried out as he sucked and licked your clit, his tongue pushing in and out of your pussy. "Fuck! Bakugo!" You grabbed his hair and pulled it, the pain making him moan against you. He licked and sucked on you so sloppily that the room was filled with the sounds of wet lapping. It was loud and erotic and almost too much. But it was just enough. You were so close to cumming again that it hurt. Your body was tight. The wire bound within you was ready to snap if he hit you just right once more.

"Cum on my tongue, y/n. Cum for me, baby. Fuck, you taste so good." He said as he pushed two fingers into your pussy, pumping them in and out of you.

Your back arched and your toes curled as you came again. Your legs shaking and your hands gripping the sheets. Your hips bucked up against his face as he sucked and licked you through your orgasm.

Bakugo sat back on his knees, his cock still hard and glistening with your juices. He slowly pumped his cock as he looked down at you. "You're so fucking filthy. I could watch you cum for me all day long." He grabbed your legs and pulled you down to him so that your ass was right at the edge of the bed.

He pushed his cock into you again, this time with a sense of urgency and a need to cum himself. He fucked you hard and deep, his hips slamming into yours with every thrust. He was so close to cumming that you could see it in his face.

"Your - mngh - your face looks stupid when you're about to cum. Y'know that?" You tried to laugh but all you could do was moan at how good his cock filled you. How good it felt as it dragged inside of you.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he fucked you harder. "Oh god, y/n. You feel so fucking good. I'm going to cum in you, ok?" He moaned as he fucked you.

"Yes! Fucking cum in me ... hmm ..." You moaned as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. "Fill me up, Bakugo. Fuck!" You screamed as you came again, your body shaking and your pussy tightening around him.

Bakugo pumped his hips a few more times before he came inside of you, his cum filling you up and spilling out onto the bed. "Oh, fuck! Y/n! Fuck!" He moaned as he kept fucking you through his orgasm.

He eventually stopped, his cock still inside of you as he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck. "Oh my god, y/n. That was ... that was so fucking good." He kissed your neck and chest before he rolled over and lay next to you on the bed.

"And to think, what I said about men who dance was total bullshit."

"I knew it! I knew you were lying about that." Bakugo laughed. "You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. But I got you to dance with me, though." You smiled.

"You did." He smiled back. "But you're the one in bed with me."

You looked over at him and he was flipping you off with both hands.

"Fuck you." He laughed.

Taglist ::: @millennialmagicalgirl @callm3senpaii @darkstarlight82 (just in case it decides to work, idk! If not I'll send it to you, too.)

[whatthefishh]

firstly, happy early birthday 💖💖💖

secondly, if you are inspired to write it, I feel like “I’d rather eat you than cake.” is definitely something Santiago Garcia would say 😂 (smut, maybe. though, you probably could turn it into fluff if you really wanted to 🤔 lol either is fine by me tbh)

Hello! If you guys don't mind, I combined your requests hehe @dameronscopilot @kittyofalltrades

Santi + cake + spit NSFW under the cut. 1k words.

Birthday series part 5.

Only Came for the Cake

You moan into his mouth as he fights for dominance, tongue dancing with yours as his hands pull your hips closer to the edge of the counter he had you caged in against. You were at Santiago’s home, ‘helping’ set up for his birthday that evening, but it was really just an excuse for some alone time with the birthday boy himself before the boys came for the party.

Just as expected, you could barely keep your hands off each other the second you walked in the door, setting your shopping down in the kitchen before turning around just in time for Santi to cage you in against the island, his hands on your hips and lips mouthing at your neck. He was quick to lift you on the counter, your kisses becoming heated as he slipped his tongue to lick into your mouth, pulling a groan from the both of you.

Your hands were in his hair as he kissed his way down your jaw to mouth at the soft spot on your neck, sucking a mark there. Pulling him back up to your lips, you gently nipped at his bottom lip, mumbling between kisses, “We don’t have much time.”

“Don’t need that much time,” he grunted before dropping his hands to tug your bottoms off, peeling your panties down with them. When Santi went down on you, he liked to give it his all, not unlike other things in life. He took a lot of pride in his skills and if anyone asked, you’d be the first to attest to them. The man could make you see stars with his mouth alone and he was a smug bastard about it, too. Thus, you were never one to say no to an opportunity for Santiago to use his mouth other than to sass you.

Which brings you to now, his mouth a hair away from yours before he swiped his arm across the counter with the intention of laying you down like a meal, only to jerk you back to the present by the sound of a box splattering to the floor.

“Santi! Your cake!!” you gasped, wide eyes turning to look at him in shock. Panic was about to set in, the boys were meant to be here in under an hour.

“I don’t care. I’d rather eat you than cake,” he growled before pushing you to lay back on the island anyway.

His breath was hot on your cunt before he lifted your leg to rest on his strong shoulder, staring at your folds like it held a goddamn prize beyond its depths. Your whimper brought his eyes back to yours for just a second before he lowered his head, immediately latching on to your clit with his lips and sucking.

“You’re impossible,” you manage to get out, offering a delayed response. Your brain went white for a second, you can’t be blamed for it, alright?

He lifted his head just enough for his mouth to be grazing your outer lips as he asked, “do you want me to stop?”

The vibrations of his voice teasing you, making you moan in response, “don’t you dare.”

He dove right back in, lapping at your now soaked folds before thrusting his tongue deep and spreading your slick with it. He was buried between your legs so deep his nose was gently nudging your clit on every movement, the motion driving you absolutely wild.

“Please, don’t stop, f-fuck, Santi-” you broke off when he pulled away from you again, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, slowly stroking inside your core.

“Wasn’t gonna. Just wanted to hear you beg. So beg, pretty baby.”

He was still pumping his fingers ever so slowly into you, having no difficulty with it, your pussy squelching with each pass. You were ridiculously wet for him at this point, his mouth leaving behind some extra lubrication. Santi kissed your thigh, leg still hanging haphazardly on his shoulder despite his movements, lips mouthing at the skin.

“God, please don’t stop. Fuck, please, Santiiiii,” you whine as he continues to torment you, not changing his pace. He was a relentless tease, regularly making you beg for his mouth or his cock.

“Y’know, I don’t think you’re wet enough,” he says conspiratorially, narrowing his eyes at you then at your cunt, as if it could speak. Well. It was saying something, for sure.

You’re more than wet enough, you don’t know what he’s playing at. His other hand comes up from the counter to pull back the hood of your clit, exposing it to the cool air. Santiago grins at you before lining up his head to spit directly on your clit.

“That’s better, dontcha think?”

You clench around his fingers, causing him to laugh at your whine before rubbing your nub slowly with his thumb. Your breaths were coming out shallow, muscles tensing even at his leisurely pace, so wound up you could probably come like this. Your moans were coming out a little more breathy, a little more whiny and a lot more desperate, and Santiago could tell.

You love him, you love him, youlovehimyoulove-

The doorbell rang. The boys were early. Fuck Will and his penchant for being extra punctual.

Quickly shoving the hand not inside you over your mouth, he pulled his other hand out, effectively muffling your angry cry. Santiago pulled you up to sit, kissing you when he removed his hand to whisper praise on your lips about how much of a good girl you were for him while you whimpered at him for edging you. He promised to make it up to you later that evening if you behaved, knowing you’d be squirming all night from how wet you were, his spit obviously not making matters easier. After helping you right your clothes, you lowered yourself off the counter, trying to collect yourself after being denied your orgasm.

“Can you get the door, baby? My hands are kinda busy,” he smirked from the fridge door, fingers in his mouth.

You love him, right?

[fizzyxcustard]

Okay okay okay I just thought of a really cute prompt for a LotR fic, since you said you were wanting to write for the og trilogy again. Feel free to get to this whenever works for you!

Merry and Reader are in the like early stages of a relationship, maybe they're officially courting, maybe not, but there's an understanding there. Anyway, they're at some party or other, and one is dancing while the other watches with a soft smile on their face. Their eyes meet from across the room and suddenly they both have goofy, lovestruck expressions on their faces.

Idk how much detail you want or if this is enough for a whole one shot but I thought it'd be cute and would love to see your take on it.

(This is such an adorable idea, and thank you for suggesting it!! I won't tag anyone in it because this might be a complete flop and everyone hates it. LOL! But I do indeed want to branch out and get back into Lord of the Rings fics.)

Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Merry x Fem!Hobbit!Reader

Warnings: Lots of fluff.

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be added to my tag list, please let me know. This is my first Merry fic, and my first fic back in Lord of the Rings, so please be gentle with me. LOL.

The Green Dragon was heaving with patrons. It was Rosie and Sam's wedding day, and everyone in the Shire had been invited to the celebrations. Some hobbits were still congregated up in the main party field, devouring the wedding cake, while a large group of you had retreated back to the Green Dragon for drinks, a smoke and cosiness by the open fire.

A few of your friends had pulled you up to to dance in the centre of the main room. There was laughing and giggling the girl hobbits who were all around you. Your friend, Daisy, grabbed your hands and spun you around, while others sang.

Merry was on the opposite side of the room, sat at a table with Pippin and Frodo. He couldn't help but keep averting his eyes over toward you.

"Are you even listening?" Frodo chuckled, raising his tankard for a sip. Ever since Merry had first kissed you, he was constantly day dreaming and pre-occupied. No one but you seemed to be able to get his attention.

Pippin sighed, trying to hide the sadness of losing his best friend and partner in crime, despite being happy for him and you.

"What?" Merry asked, his head shifting turning to face Frodo.

Your head was spinning and you kept giggling, your cheeks glowing in happiness. And as you slowed down, the song coming to an end, you looked over toward Merry again. He had his gaze on you, and he smiled. Your heart fluttered and you felt the flush on your cheeks burn even hotter.

Daisy rolled her eyes playfully. "You are Merry are making me feel sick."

By the end of the night, as everyone filed out of the small tavern, Merry waited for you by the door. He held his arm out and you curled yours in his, giggling again. Whenever you were with him, or in close proximity, and the contentment washed over you. It rested in your heart.

Merry looked at you as he walked you home, studying your bright eyes as they took in your surroundings. Your curiosity was what he had fallen in love with first. Every little thing around you was special; flowers, animals, the sun, the moon and the stars. He watched the reflection of the stars in your eyes as you looked upwards at the heavens.

You could feel Merry watching you again and suddenly you stopped, grinning. Not able to hold back, you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

[dirtyvulture]

😎 Sooooooo My Nephew is due TODAY ✨✨✨✨ my sister was induced this morning and is going back to the hospital night . It’s very likely that My nephew will be born on the 11 ( especially considering the first baby’s labor typically takes a REALLY LONG time and my nephew is my sister’s first) . So Dad , Mom and I decided to celebrate a bit with beer , pizza and there is also cake !!!!!!!

Now let’s see if I can come up with soo thoughts !!!!!

I will start it with , I read the new fic and it’s AMAZING like always and once again vulture proves why they have the title of god of lust with that smut !!!!! I have been talking with a friend and we all know how SB is a golden retriever , welllllll ….. my friend and I decided that Wolvie R is a grumpy old German Shepherd and that DK! Nat is a golden retriever ( Sgt Romanoff is of course a black cat) . My friend and I also decided that the CEO ! R is a high maintenance golden doodle , and that Nat was acting like a TRUE Black Widow ( much like the ones in the comics and muc) . I found a very interesting detail about how excited R got about talking about her work , her plans , tech in general and her company….. she has so much pride and passion in her work . Seeing how that played out is just soooo heartbreaking.

Ummmmmmm , let’s see if I can come up with something of a thought for the SB and DK universe.

I think Sarah ( SB’s sister) was induced when she had her son ( SB’s nephew) , SB was soooo excited ( think FULL BLOWN excited golden retriever completed with HONEST TO GOD ZOOMIES ) and was trying to be as supportive and helpful as possible . Getting Sarah snacks, helping her walking around, just anything and everything . They are even helpful and supportive of Sarah’s partner. SB told Nat that she didn’t have to come if she didn’t want to but Nat came anyways , Nat fell asleep in a chair and SB DIDNT SLEEP AT ALL ( they were READY for their nephew) . Ps I am fully projecting as my sister lives soooo far away from the rest of us so I won’t be able to see , meet or hold my nephew UNTIL JULY/ JUNE 😭😭😭😭 I will probably wouldn’t be able sleep tonight because I am sooo excited for my nephew!!!!!!

Soooo I had to clip my nails again today , my nails grow so damn fast that I have to CONSTANTLY cut them ( I FUCKING HATE those emery board things, they feel sooo weird and I HATE IT) . I think that R’s also CONSTANTLY has to cut/ clip her nails as they grow LONG and SHARP ( not like full blown CLAWS but still long and sharp) and soooo FAST , so she cuts and clips them so she doesn’t accidentally scratch the shit out of herself or others. She also has a bit longer Canine teeth, sharp ones too ( again NOT full blown fangs or anything like that) . R also HATES the dentist ( I can go more in depth on this later ) !!!!

That is about it for this post , everyone take it !!!!!

I'm responding to this very late but I hope your nephew was born safely and your sister is doing well :)

Thank you very much for the love on a new fic! 🥰 I do have some plans for a Part 2 when I finally get the time to write again.

I love all the analogies to dogs, they are all very fitting. And yep, CEO!R is definitely a golden doodle. I don't think she necessarily tries to be a high-maintenance or obnoxious person, it's kind of the way she was raised, and yes, she is actually extremely smart and talented, but as a woman in tech she is just not respected that way.

Sergeant Beef would be so excited for their coming nephew, and of course Sergeant Nat would be very impressed (and probably even feral) for them the whole time. And I hope you get to see your nephew in person at the earliest chance you get!

Lol, I wonder if Wolvie!R has the dexterity to cut her own nails with her claws on the other hand...that would probably be very dangerous though and Nat would make her stop immediately.

Thanks for stopping by, anon!

[sumire-no-nikki]

A Day Out

I had to do groceries this afternoon so I thought I would treat myself with a day out while I'm at it! The weather has cooled down ever so slightly and by that I mean from 30C down to 28C with a little breeze. Not much, I know. But that 2C is the difference between actively sweating just by breathing, and being able to manage walking outside without wanting to plop on the concrete and throwing a tantrum because I fucking hate summer.

That said, it wasn't helpful that the train was packed. Oh it was awful. Not a single seat open and the corridors were filled with people standing. I would have decided to go back home and just drive to a shop nearby, but I've made it that far already so I thought I might as well stick with it. In the end I'm happy to say it paid off. I had a very lovely day out!

First thing on the agenda was to try new beans but I'm afraid that part of the trip was a bust. I intended to purchase some espresso beans from this Mexican-themed cafe that I always pass by but it seems they've just roasted their beans (and they need to rest for a couple of days before they're ready to brew!) So unfortunately I will have to try them another time.

From there I entered my usual manga and general nerdy stuff store. I found some new manga I'm keen on but I stopped myself from spending. I don't really have the time to get into a new series right now, but I've definitely added a lot of new titles to my "to-read-in-the-far-future" list lol. I did make some really cool discoveries while browsing the store though! There's a manga series adaptation of Victor Hugo's Les Miserables! I read a couple of pages of it and it looks so good! And there's also a Junji Ito adaptation of No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai which, as it is by Junji Ito, looks nothing short of spectacular. Oh, can you believe it!! All these new adaptations of modern classics! I hope there will be more! As bewildering as it was to see No Longer Human on "as seen on booktok" tables in bookstores (the very existence of which seems to trigger my fight-or-flight response lol) I'm ultimately just very happy people are reading these great works. These manga adaptations will get so many people into reading the classics, I think. And that can only be for the good.

From there I headed for my usual cafe. I ordered a slice of chocolate cake and a lovely pour over coffee from Kenya. The cup I had today tasted of bright orange with quite a full body. I enjoyed my treats while reading for about an hour or so outside. It was way too hot to stay inside, so as much as I hate inhaling second-hand smoke I chose a seat along the street.

You know, I didn't realise until after ordering that I was in fact speaking with the owner who happens to be a German Barista champion!! I was inspecting the trophies on display by the counter while waiting for my tray. When I sat down I looked up the name and only then did the face register lol. Knowing that the person who owns the place understands brewing and producing coffee directly and ethically (as opposed to being just a businessman who isn't familiar with the coffee industry) does explain the quality of the beans. And it's such a reassurance to know that they are roasted by someone who cares. I swear I've never had a terrible bag of beans from his cafe.

One last errand before the groceries: the record store! I brought the records I no longer want to keep in my collection and had them assessed. The owner of the store is a very jolly Greek man. I browsed the store while waiting for him to come up with an offer. I spotted some of the records I sold to him in the past (and that he is selling them for quite a mark up 👀) but I've also noticed that quite a handful of my old records were no longer there. The romantic in me is beaming at the thought of my records in a new home now, being played and enjoyed by a stranger with a completely different background yet identifying with the same music I once related to. Anyway, I got a surprisingly good offer for the records and I walked out of the store feeling very happy to get that task crossed off the to-do list.

The last thing was to go to the store, of course. I've run out of some staple Japanese ingredients so that was what I mainly bought. I finally found sake for cooking which has proven quite difficult to source so it's a relief to finally have it now. I stocked up on natto as well. I know it's an acquired taste (quite like marmite) but I like it for breakfast, especially with leftover rice.

When I got home I spent the evening putting everything away, and cleaning and prepping the fruits and vegetables I bought. It was a good day, I think. Quite productive. And it's always lovely spending time alone. I get to observe, swim in the lake of my own mind.

I leave you with a photo I took on my way home and a song I've been listening to a lot. The train ride home wasn't as hectic so I spent the entire time looking outside, feasting on how vibrant everything looks in the summer. I know I've overstated my hatred for this season but sunlight, the deep green fields meeting the blue sky on the horizon, the contrast--it's such a boost to one's mental health.

As for the song, this one is from a pretty old album actually, but I always seem to find new meaning to fixate on when I listen to it. This is the song that struck me this time around and I've been ruminating on all week. It's rare to find a song that describes who you are completely that it's rather frightening. This song does that for me:

Alright, that's it for now. I'm off to tidy up real quick--arrange the throw pillows on the couch, pick up all the cat toys and put it back in their toy box (a task I'm sure I will be repeating in the morning, lol), start the dishwasher, and turn off all the lights. I've had a good day but I am exhausted! My weekend has been a busy one so far. Tomorrow I have some long letters to write and emails to respond to. And then it's just about to get even more hectic with the new week, but it helps to know that the weather will continue to cool down in the coming days. Knowing it'll be rainy is such an uplifting thing to know (at least I hope it happens. I have a love-hate relationship with the somewhat-accurate weather app lol). I hope it isn't sweltering wherever you are.

Until next time!

[thomashoes]

Thinking about.... Alhaitham

so i hung out with one of my best friends today and i updated her on what was going on in my life and i told her about a dream i had and it made me think that it would be a good alhaitham fic lol. anyways, here ya go!

fem reader x alhaitham

angst, little comfort, false accusations

might have grammatical errors and typos, i apologize

alhaitham might be a bit ooc, sorry :<

TW// mentions of harassment

Little backstory:

y/n and alhaitham dated during their akademiya days (shocking i know) purely out of ”motivation” but genuine feelings did develop later on. they were quite toxic with each other, they just couldnt tell. they broke up bc of a rumor about y/n was sleeping with one of the matra so she wouldn’t get into trouble with her academic offenses when she was in fact harassed by the matra who also spread the rumor. alhaitham caught wind of this and initially didnt care until another student approached him and that was when he screwed up by making out with that student. and (un)fortunately kaveh saw this and told y/n about it like the good senpai he is. that was when the two of them blew it off and split. as soon as y/n graduated, she left to mondstadt and worked for dawn winery. met diluc and fell in love. yeah. enjoy!

The Akademiya decided to hold a celebration for the “return” of their Archon, Lesser Lord Kusanali, and practically put a hold on all sorts of research that any of the scholars had going on. Alhaitham saw this celebration as unnecessary since him and the rest of the “save the archon” team already did in zubayr theater and, as the Acting Grand Sage, he rejected the idea.

At first, at least. 

After much persuasion from Nahida herself, he reluctantly agreed seeing that their Archon seemed to want this celebration with the entire city and the neighboring nations. He was then in-charge of overseeing the organizing procedure and sending out invitations to the other nations. Needless to say, he was quite overworked but it was nothing compared to when still a student in the Akademiya.

On the day of the celebration, he made sure that everything was in order and that the city's security was guaranteed. He walked around the bustling city streets which was more lively than the celebration of the Jnagarbha Day. The more he walked around the city, the more he felt at peace since it seemed his hard work had paid off.

When evening fell and it was time for the formal party that was arranged for the prominent figures from each nation to gather and was held at the Palace of Alcazarzaray. The night was going as smoothly as he had expected. He watched as the Acting Grand Master of The Knights of Favonius spoke with the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, the General Mahamatra in his own group, that Paimon lovingly called “the archon protection squad”, was laughing rather loudly. Too loud for his liking, really.

Taking a sip from his cup of Mondstadt’s dandelion wine, he mentally checked off the names of the guests that have arrived and noted that one was missing. He shrugged it off thinking that he might have not seen a letter from the guest declining the invitation with due to his busy schedule. As he was about to walk away from the table he was hovering over, the entrance door opened and revealed the guest that he thought wouldn’t arrive.

And there he spotted her, donned in a simple yet elegant black dress with her hair up in a bun with her bangs hanging freely against her forehead and some strands falling to her shoulders. her face didn't seem to be caked, allowing her natural beauty to show. Alhaitham was not sure if the wine has finally hit him or was it his old feelings that made the thought, but he absolutely believed that she had stolen tonight's spotlight.

He was quickly taken out of his head when he recognized the red haired gentleman that walked alongside her.

Ah, yes. He had completely forgotten about one unfortunate fact. The one that he once called rival for the Scribe title and the love of his life was now to be wed to Mondstadt’s very own wine tycoon, Diluc Ragvindr.

The aforementioned man walked up to him but Alhaitham only had his eyes on her. Diluc and Alhaitham exchanged greetings and pleasantries while Y/N would occasionally answer for Diluc. Alhaitham tried to ignore the way Diluc would look at her, so much pride and adoration. The same look he had once held for her. His heart twisted painfully as he watched Diluc place a kiss on her knuckles before they excused themselves. Alhaitham needed fresh air, so he swiftly moved his legs to exit the palace and settled in the small gazebo at the front.

He stared at the night sky, his glass of wine forgotten beside him as his mind wandered to the “what if’s”. As he drowned in his thoughts, he failed to hear the footsteps that approached him.

“Didn’t think you would accept the title of Acting Grand Sage,” the person friskily commented. “But, it is to be expected of the oh-so-amazing Alhaitham.”

Alhaitham turned around and silently watched Y/N walked to the other end of the railing he was situated on. They stayed in silence before Alhaitham answered her, “I never wanted to be one and I actually declined the position multiple times. However, the city was a mess and someone had to bring everything back in order.”

Y/N looked at him with a perfectly shaped brow raised, “And they chose you to be the Grand Sage? The Akademiya might as well have shut down if that was the case.” She shifted against the railing to lean against the gazebo’s post as she eyed the glittery sky. Alhaitham scoffed at the familiar comment, “That’s what Kaveh told me as well.”

A soft hum came from her throat, “It’s nice to know that you and Senior Kaveh still get along in a way.” she turned to look at him, “Or are you just tolerating his presence?”

A chuckle left Alhaitham’s mouth as he sipped on his wine, “Tolerating him is an understatement, but you may view it however you want.”

Another round of silence enveloped the cold setting as neither of the two spoke, simply enjoying each other’s company and their drinks.

Y/N hesitated to speak, fearing that her emotions may get the better of her especially with the alcohol in her system. but before she could speak, Alhaitham beat her to it.

“I’m sorry,” Alhaitham uttered, pain spread across his chest as soon as he did. “For everything that I have said and done to you. I shouldn’t have let arrogance get the best of me and I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did. I knew what I did was wrong but I didn't care back then. But please know that I did love you and I still do.”

The emotions Alhaitham had held on for years had finally revealed themselves to Y/N. He felt woozy and his heart was pounding, unsure if it really was the alcohol or the result of years of pent up emotions. Y/N looked at him with watering eyes, “Please stop, don’t do this to me. I did not come here for closure, Alhaitham. We are long past that. You made your decision 5 years ago, there’s nothing left for you to do.”

His heart throbbed, “I know that it was wrong of me to do and say those things to you, but you weren’t innocent either, Y/N.” he remarked bitterly. Y/N’s gaze hardened and gripped the railing hard, “Oh, so now you’re pushing the blame to me? I already told you everything and after all these years you’re still hung up on that rumor?”

Y/N scoffed and shook her head before pushing herself off the railing, “You know what, this is why we couldn’t work out. You may be the most intelligent guy in the world but you definitely are lacking in the social understanding department. I didn’t approach you tonight to pick a fight and open old wounds.” she rummaged through her purse and pulled out an envelope while she stood firmly on her feet and looked Alhaitham in the eyes before handing it to him.

A cold wave washed over Alhaitham as he realized what it was.

It was a wedding invitation.

“Diluc knows about you being my former lover and also my best friend. Him and I talked about this and thought that our wedding would be a nice way for us to reconnect because he trusts me not run back into your arms, as he put it.” Y/N conveyed to him earnestly. Alhaitham didn't move to accept the envelope simply staring at the engagement ring on her finger, all the more reminder of his loss.

Y/N realized he was not going to move so she walked up to him and slid the envelope on the pocket of his suit. Alhaitham slowly breathed in to calm his heart from pounding, catching whiff of her favorite scented shampoo.

Seeming to sense that Alhaitham was tense, Y/N looked up at him and saw his eyes were glassy. Her heart ached at the sight, despite years of separation and zero-contact, it seemed that a part of her still loved him. Just not as much as before.

She smiled at him as she felt her own eyes water and raised a hand to stroke his cheek. The words she wanted to say dried up in her throat. Alhaitham subconsciously leaned in to her touch and moved his own hand to hold hers, mentally begging her to leave her fiancé.

A moment of silence passed by before Y/N whispered, “Thank you for everything, Alhaitham.”

The Acting Grand Sage was frozen as soon as she slid her hand off his face and silently made her way back to her fiancé. And before Alhaitham knew it, his heart broke for the first time in 5 years and tears have run down his face.

He never thought loving someone could be so painful.

this brainrot was brought to you by trauma //j

[discodeviant]

HARRINGROVE WEEK, DAY 4: Eighteen | Teen | 2.9k

SURPRISE: The Projection Room at The Hawk 

How Many Candles on the Birthday Cake: 18 years old

Specific Dialogue: “I don’t need another friend.”

Thank you to @shieldofiron for assuring me that the intro didn't suck lol <3 Came from a separate idea I had a while ago and never did anything with, so I hope you enjoy it! 😚

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King Steve…

A burden so heavy that it kept his head down when he was finally single again. Even the freshmen had already been told about him, and they wanted him just as much as the other seniors did. Until October, at least, when they realized just how lame he’d become. But that was high school, and the girls didn’t matter. Nancy didn’t matter; they were still friends anyway, so not all was entirely lost. Steve still had pieces of the crown preserved by Tommy for a while, and then even he turned out to be low, and the king had no subjects.

People weren’t so interesting, then. His best friend was a middle schooler he babysat for 2 hours on weekdays and some Saturdays. Jonathan was an acquaintance at best, someone whose reputation was never high enough to care about it falling lower after his brother had gone missing. He rolled his eyes at the pity thrown his way; if it were Steve, he’d have gone mad. But those days, no one regarded him either, and skipping out on parties doubled his time at home alone to look at himself in the mirror and think he’d lost his charm entirely.

It was February when he looked at Billy Hargrove with more than disdain.

“Hey, man.”

Before, Steve tried not to look at him at all even in the classes they shared, but Billy found a way into his field of view anyhow. He answered the questions that Steve got wrong with just enough edge to keep his attention. He talked too damn much in gym class, and Steve always left with a pulsing headache. He shot spitballs, shoulder checked, knocked Steve down more pegs than he could count—since fucking Halloween.

And then, one day, one cold, sunny Tuesday, he didn’t.

Steve’s heart dropped a little when Billy Hargrove didn’t tease him at their lockers that morning. No spitballs, no shoulder checks, no more pegs. Steve had lost the last piece of his crown to Billy’s silence, and maybe it had never really been there to begin with. He hadn’t slept like a king since the night Barb drowned. In his pool. At his party—his last, artificial little get-together before he was riddled with guilt and nightmares that led him to isolate even more. He wasn’t going to college or getting hitched at nineteen like his parents did, and now he wasn’t even worth Billy’s daily torment. The fall of the king. He felt like a tragedy.

“Don’t wanna deal with Bravo either, huh?”

That was one of many days he’d been weighed down by the dense, foggy storm-cloud in his head. Zoning out since he woke up, voices blending into fuzz and lights making his eyes throb with the dull ache of an oncoming migraine—he skipped History to go outside. Under the bleachers by the running track where no one would see him close his eyes, rest into his palms, remind himself to breathe before he couldn’t. A moment to stop thinking about Billy and all of the reasons why he wasn’t worth Steve’s time either. He was crass and rude and cocky as all hell. His face was too intense when they made eye contact, that smile too wide when he shoved Steve into the the gym-mat wall. Billy played with his hair too goddamn much, and Sometimes Steve wondered what it felt like. No one had curls like that in Hawkins.

Somehow it turned out that his innermost demons had gone to haunt him anyway when he recognized that golden glint through the cracks of the stand. He stood and peered through, careful in case Billy noticed his presence because the guy seemed to have a nose for him. For a second, Billy looked over towards the bleachers, but his head turned back around. He scanned the track, walking quickly with a force in his step that Steve had only seen him with a few times. His fists clenched, and he tossed his bag on the ground by the starting line. Kept his jacket on to stay warm. Stretched a little. Took a deep breath. Ran like hell.

Steve’s head throbbed even worse looking out in the sun. Suddenly he was burning up even in the cold. Billy hadn’t changed out of his gym clothes, still in green shorts and a sweaty t-shirt. He held a steady pace but remained tense for a while, past the bleachers where Steve pulled back into the shadows so as not to be seen. His heart thrummed. Billy’s frame shrunk in the distance the further he went around the curve, then closer when he came back for a second lap. Steve dipped back and leaned forth again. It was too hot. He was too hot, and he had too much energy. Billy hadn’t seen him all day, so maybe he wouldn’t notice then either.

Steve thought he was right when Billy didn’t answer him. “I, uh—honestly didn’t really… get what the book was saying last night. You know, I… I start reading, and it just… poof!” It was harder to run in jeans than if he’d also stayed in his gym clothes, but it wasn’t his plan to follow Billy down the track in a sprint before matching his speed. Billy glanced over his shoulder for a moment before turning it back ahead of him, and still nothing, but he noticed. His fists relaxed, and Steve took that as something. “I don’t know. I guess I’m bored of American history. Rather go back to world—“

“Why are you following me, Harrington?” Billy asked, and Steve nearly stopped in his tracks.

“Well, I wasn’t, first of all. I got here first.” Billy slowed to let him catch up, and they ran side-by-side. “Besides, you haven’t said anything, like, all day. It’s weird.”

“Why, you miss me bugging you that much?”

Steve said, “You wish,” and looked over at Billy to see that his face remained unchanged. Tight lips, flared nostrils, sweat on his temple. He just grunted and stayed quiet for a while.

A full lap later, he finally spoke again, more audibly out of breath this time. “I don’t need another friend, you know.”

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes, and maybe it stung a little. He couldn’t be sure that Billy had any when his sister even rejected to spend more time with him than she had to. “Never said I wanted to be your friend.” Maybe he should have stayed under the bleachers. For the first time, Billy’s gaze blinked down, and his fists tightened just long enough to crack the knuckles in his thumbs. “Do you want me to go? I’ll leave you alone.”

“I didn’t say that.”

So Steve kept running.

When they reached Billy’s jacket again, he finally stopped, and Steve doubled over to catch his breath. “Fuck, thank god.”

Billy laughed, patted his back, and asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine—“ he said, straightening his back and stretching his shoulders, unintentionally pushing away the only gentle touch Billy had ever given him. For some reason, Billy stayed.

“Sure?” he asked, straight-faced again, looking so deeply into Steve’s eyes that he thought Billy was trying to pry something out of him. “You can say no.” The faintest hint of a smile pulled on Billy’s top lip—hardly enough to notice, but Steve did anyway. This time he was the one with no words. “You, uh… wanna get out of here?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s… yeah.”

So they took Billy’s car through Hawkins and around the next town, nowhere to go, no one to stop them. Billy smoked with the window down, still opting for silence over conversation, but Steve found that he didn’t mind his music so much when it backed the open road.

“What were you doing out there?”

“Hm?” Billy glanced over at him, cig in his mouth, eyebrows arched. “Out where?”

“The track. It’s fucking cold.”

He shrugged. “Clearing my head.”

“Did it work?” Steve asked at the cost of another scrutinizing glance. A little softer this time, but maybe his eyes were deceiving him.

“Mostly.”

“Did I ruin it?”

Billy smirked then, and Steve slouched with relief. “Nah.”

—

“You didn’t tell me it was your birthday.”

They’d been doing this thing for a while by then. Being not-friends because Billy didn’t need any, and Steve didn’t want to be his friend anyway. Meeting at the bleachers during class, running in silence, driving, listening, thinking instead of talking out loud. It was nice. They still weren’t friends.

“Was I supposed to?” Billy looked good with the single strip of sun over his face and in his eye when he blinked it away. His eyelashes shimmered brighter than his hair, richer than any gold Steve had ever seen. Smoke between his fingers that he let fizzle out more than he dragged. Maybe people weren’t interesting, but they weren’t Billy Hargrove. They didn’t give him the time.

“I mean. I don’t know. Could’ve got you something,” he said, and Billy smiled, laughing from his nose.

“King Steve wants to give little old me a birthday present.” Then he did take a drag. The hue on his face reminded Steve of their drive two weeks before, when they stayed out late because neither of them had kids to look after. Billy had kissed him and regretted it. Gotten shy before he decided to, even more so after it happened—when Steve wanted to talk about it, to ease the fear in his eyes with assurance that he liked it, that he wanted it again. He thought Billy would ignore him after that, but he showed up at the track like always.

“Friends usually do that,” Steve said, quiet, afraid that Billy would… leave?

“We friends, Harrington? You change your mind?”

He sighed. “No.” Billy passed him the cigarette and let him take a long, slow puff, not looking away even when Steve’s attention was on his lips. “Let’s catch a movie or something.” He handed it back.

“What movie?”

“I don’t know. Does it matter?”

“If we’re gonna see a movie, I’d rather not hate it.”

“We’ll see what’s playing. Come on.” For a moment, Billy didn’t move even when Steve stood up and fixed his jeans. So Steve leaned over with practiced hesitance, a special blend of careful and domineering just for Billy. This was something he had to take initiative on, so he did without second guessing himself. Billy accepted the gesture, allowed Steve to hold his hand, bring him to his feet and squeeze before they let go to head back to the parking lot. They drove their cars individually to the theater and met back up inside.

The ticket boy waved them in without a word, and Steve paid for their concession, much to Billy’s displeasure. “Not on your birthday,” he said, letting Billy roll his eyes all he wanted, knowing he wouldn’t change his mind. One bucket of popcorn, two drinks, a big bag of M&M’s, and Billy was ready to find a couple of back row seats on the off chance that Steve would hold his hand again, but the pull on his jacket kept him from going through the door. “This way.”

“What?”

“I help the owner out on weekends sometimes. Which means… free tickets, food discounts, and…” They walked through a door marked for employees. “Exclusive seats.” Billy went through with a questioning eye but didn’t ask where they were going. One short flight of stairs later, Steve was knocking on another door that opened not a few seconds later.

“Steve!”

“Hey, Marsh,” he said, letting Marshall—owner of The Hawk—pat him on the arm in greeting. “Got room up here?”

“Of course. Show’s starting in about ten minutes, then I’ll be out of your hair.” So Marshall let them in, and Billy’s attention was immediately on the window that looked out over the auditorium. About a third of the seats were filled with people who didn’t think twice about anyone putting the movie on for them, eating and talking until the lights would dim. “Cool, huh?” Marshall asked him, and he nodded with that nervous-excited face he wore sometimes that Steve liked just as much as all his other faces. Maybe not as much as when he smiled, really smiled, but that was a rare sight to see.

Ten minutes later, Marshall left with the request that Steve keep an eye on the film, which he promised he would. He and Billy sat in the two chairs, watching from their special view, taking turns eating out of their bucket—which sat on the desk—and remaining quiet for a while longer. Steve watched Billy more than the movie, and there were a few times when he’d caught Billy’s eyes looking back at him before they flicked to the screen again. The one time they remained on Steve, he asked, “What are you looking at, Harrington?”

“You,” Steve said, unashamed, whispering like they were in the audience.

“How many chicks have you brought up here, huh?”

“What makes you think I have?”

Billy faltered, eyes wide open as Steve ate another few pieces of popcorn with a grin that didn’t hide how much he enjoyed the moment they were sharing. All of their moments since Billy showed up in his dreary little town, all fire and burning rage that he let go of when they kissed two weeks ago. Steve said, “Chicks get the back row,” and wiped his hand on the knee of his jeans. “But, to be honest with you, I haven’t had a date in months.” Then, again, he reached for Billy’s, slipping his fingers between the gaps and rubbing his thumb along the back. “I come here to clear my head.”

Billy leaned closer and asked, “Does it work?” though Steve had a feeling the question ran deeper than that.

“Mostly,” he said, because all the times he cleared his head let Billy remain front and center.

“Am I ruining it?”

“Nah,” Steve told him, soft gaze peering into one that was hesitant and frightened, ready to bolt at any sign of deception that never came. “You’re the one thing I keep up there.”

“Steve…” Billy was already a nose away, having moved closer against his better judgment, chasing his heart that Steve had lassoed and reeled in so, so long ago.

“C’mere,” he said, whispered so softly that Billy could only hear because of how quiet everything else had gone. But he listened, and he leaned in closer, into Steve’s hand that found its way to his cheek and his hair. Steve kissed him first then, short and salty and buttery and still the sweetest thing he’d tasted in his life.

“Steve,” Billy said again, near-silent into another kiss that lasted longer, that Steve made sure would last until he knew it was real.

“Billy…” He was out of breath, hand gripping Steve’s tighter than ever. “I really like you, okay? I do.” Even speaking, their mouths didn’t separate, and they couldn’t hardly open their eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“What the hell does that mean? Yes, I’m sure.” Steve couldn’t help chuckling. He pressed his forehead to Billy’s, feeling that golden curl trapped between them, scalding like it would imprint on his skin just the same as every other part of Billy that had already. His gaze, his voice, his touch no matter how rough and daunting. They made Steve so weak to recall every morning and night, every time he closed his eyes, all over his body inside and out.

“Not just saying that ‘cause it’s my birthday, are you?” he asked, and Steve shook his head, rubbed his thumb along Billy’s cheekbone and curled his fingers in his hair.

“You’re a goddamn catch. How couldn’t I?”

Billy laughed, and Steve leaned back to watch that smile come and go, trying to hide itself away. “I’m an asshole.” Steve shook his head again.

“I don’t know, you’re pretty sweet to me.”

He blushed, and Steve liked to think he was the only person who could make him. “Sometimes.”

“More than you think.”

The longer they sat together in the dark, the deeper their kisses became, and the closer they sat. Billy was damn near in his lap by the time he had to work the projector, shaky and out of breath but still without a hitch.

“You should come over,” Steve said once he was done with the film, leaning down over the back of Billy’s chair and wrapping his arms around broad shoulders. He played with the buttons of Billy’s dress shirt, doing them up one by one and deliberately brushing his fingers against his chest.

“I gotta pick up Max at nine.” His head leaned back against Steve, eyes closed, forgetting where they were with a hot breath against his ear.

“And I’ve got cake mix that’s not gonna bake itself. Come on, let’s go.” Steve kissed his neck, his cheek, then walked back around to take his hand and stand him up. One last kiss to his mouth before they left for their cars again, on the way to Steve’s house where they still, after all this time, couldn’t just be friends.