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kill4luvina · 7 days ago

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This Action Will have Concquences

Part 2

Summary: You've been embarrassed ever since the incident with your boyfriend in the parking lot. He's been on you, not letting you even text or go out with any of your friends. While sneaking out to a club with your homegirls while he was away on a short business trip, you bump into Gojo, who takes you home and swears he won't let you go.

Content MDNI : Unprotected Sex, Cheating, Going to the Club, lowk some ghetto shi...and more. Also not proofread (the smut part mostly & i lowk rushed im srry yall :(.

tags ; @baddiereads

"Said you got a boyfriendFuck that gotta do with me? I know you wanna come slide through We finna fuck and then smoke on these trees"

Ever since that night, Gojo found himself thinking about you none stop. When he'd wake up, he'd have flash backs to that night. When he'd go to sleep the he couldn't help but picture your face and how pretty you looked drowned in pleasure.

He had tried to text you, call you, even ask others about you, but nothing. Confused and weary, he tried to ignore it for a few weeks, depression swallowing him whole. He had tried speed dating to get the idea of you out of his head, but nothing worked. His friends worried and forced him to go out one night.

You, on the other hand, had no access to your phone. That night, Toji took your phone, noticing how upset you had gotten with him, which made him believe you cared more about that man than him. While he wasn't right, he wasn't completely wrong.

You'd stare at the phone he had gave you in replacement of yours. The only number there being his, and your best friend whose number was hidden from him.

Luvina : We're going to the club today, i'll pick you up at 9..

You : wait, wait, i know he's on a trip but what he comes early? or i get caught up-

Luvina : You haven't left the house in almost a month you need to see people and have fun. be ready

You : ok

Your eyes would water a little; she was right, and you’d been having mixed emotions about him. You didn’t want to be with Toji anymore, but he treated you so well in a terrible, twisted way. Your head was spinning with thoughts as you looked at the time.

5 p.m. You quickly put your head back on the pillow, falling asleep to clear your mind. You’d wake up again around 7 before dragging your tired body to the bathroom. "Alexa, play 'Sumin' by Sexy Red,," you’d say as you got into the shower, the warm water waking you up.

"Playing 'Pound Town' by Sexyyred," Alexa would reply as the beat slowly started to get you out of your depressed state. Mid shower you'd catch yourself shaking a little ass, laughing as the excitement started to catch up to you.

"I'm F R E E Fuck Nigga Free!" You'd chant with the music playing in the back as you did your makeup in the mirror, dancing to the music. The music would dim down, and "Incoming FaceTime from Luvi" would be announced by Alexa.

You'd quickly answer your phone as Luvi started screaming in excitement, seeing how pretty you looked. You'd place your phone down in your PJ pants and cropped top, twerking a little as she hyped you up.

"Oohhh, whats the outfit idea?" She'd ask, you'd shrug as you fixed your lash extensions. "Alright, I'ma be there in like 45 mintues tho, i'm picking up Mimi n Juju." She'd say before you nodded and she hung up. You'd walk into your room before almost destroying your room looking for your best outfit.

"Incoming call from Toji." You'd heart would drop as you quickly turned off your phone. You'd quickly answer, putting on the fakest sleepy voice ever. "mmh?' you'd answer "oh, was you sleeping?" he'd ask.

"mhmm" "alright, i'll call your tomorrow morning, sleep well mamas." he'd hang up before you could say anything making you jump up and down in excitement quickly putting your phone on DND. You'd soon find yourself dress in a skimpy pair of jean shorts you had.

Ass completely out, and a tight-ass black crop top that barely held your tits from the bottom. The Cleavage from the top still showing, your nipple piercing wanting to be seen. You'd giggle at the thought of your man completely crashing out at the sight of you in an outfit like this.

You'd accessorize, wearing your favorite DollsDream bracelets along with one of your mans most expensive watches dripped in diamonds with a black face, and your custom-made Cuban link chain with your name on it.

The doorbell rang as you quickly ran to the door, your three homegirls screaming and hyping you up in excitement as they came inside. You'd run up to your room, quickly grabbing your black Rick Owens sneakers. Coming back down the stairs the moment they were completely on, your eyes lit up in excitement.

The bottles of Don Julio, Hennessy, Absolut Peach, and the carts had you jumping around in excitement. It had been almost a year since you had last been to an actual club, and you were going to turn up because it could be your last. Already knowing he would see you through the cameras later if he ever had suspicions.

In the car, you and your friends in the back seat of the Uber were turning the fuck up, Mimi shaking ass to the music as you all laughed, the alcohol already starting to take effect.

By the time you all were there, you were the only one out of the three of your friends who was only tipsy; they were about drunk as hell. You'd all enter the club cutting the line because Juju's man was the owner's close friend.

Around two hours into the party, you found only you and Luvina together on the dance floor dancing. Juju was with her man, and Mimi was flirting with a guy. "Y/n?" You'd hear a familiar voice, making you freeze up, going from grinding up against Luvi to now turning to find where the voice came from.

"Gojo?" You'd gasp, memories and embarrassment flooding you immediately. "AAA!" Luvina would scream, now on the floor laughing, drunk as hell. You'd be startled, looking down quickly and getting your friend up from the floor. "Y'all need a ride home?" He'd ask as he watched your friend's actions with a concerned manner.

"That would actually be wonderful," you'd smile, trying to ignore your friend, who was acting out for a guy who was staring at her from across the club. Obviously hinting it was time for her to be tucked into bed.

After dropping her off, you and Gojo silently sat in the car outside her house. "Gojo- about what happened-" you'd start as he looked over, intrigued by what you were about to say. "I—" you were at a loss for words.

"I want you right now." You truly meant it, but it was the alcohol giving you the courage to say it. "Right now?" he'd ask, confused and caught off guard. You didn't even realize when but you were now making out with him. A Sloppy and messy make-out session lasting for a hot minute as you slipped your hands into his pants.

You'd quickly remember you had a man, making you pull away quickly, guilt filling you as Gojo almost whined at you pulling away. "We can't do this I got a whole nigga omg.." you'd start to panic as gojo looked over at you.

"bro, fuck that gotta do with me & what we got going on right now?" he'd say starting his car as he'd start to drive, he only lived a few mintues away, your eyes looking anywhere but at him. The moment he parked in his driveway, he was all over you, bringing you the straddle his hips in the driver's seat.

You'd let yourself fall victim to all your sober thoughts becoming drunk actions. Slopply moaning and making out with him, the warm night air hitting your the moment he opened the door carrying you to the door.

"F-FUCK!!" you'd scream, as your hands flung to gojo's hair. Eye's rolling back as he devoured your pussy, on your 3rd orgasm as he ignored the aching of his dick tending to you. Completely ignoring his needs.

"Never gonna let you go." He'd repeat for almost the 100th time since he has gotten his hands on you. Bringing his head up to give you another sloppy kiss as he pushed his mouth agasint your wet and messy cunt.

Moaning into the kiss as you felt him enter, your eyes rolling back as you felt him start to slowly thrust into you. Your left leg resting on his shoulder as he held the other. "so- good!" you'd cry out as his fat dick stretching you out perfectly, even better then your boyfriends.

You'd rememeber about him for a second, until gojo started pounding into you. Your mind completely going blank as you moaned and creamed all over his dick. Your boobs bouncing as he pounded even deeper into you. Your back would arch as you felt the build up break, as you came all over his dick.

Squirting from this being your 4th orgasm of the night, your eyes watering at the overstimlation. Your hand weaking trying to push him away, as he moved it kissing your hand before going right back to ramming your shit.

"C-cumming!!" You'd scream, your 5th orgasm having you seeing stars, as he slopply started to slow down before busting a fat nut right in your pussy. The cum mixing with your fluids as he pulled out, watching it lowly drip out your wrecked cunt.

"too- good-" you'd say in between heavy breaths your legs shaking, gojo smiling at the praise. "Better than that other guy right?" he'd asked "yeahh-" you'd babble half asleep as he held your neck giving you a kiss before you were completely knocked out on his bed.

You'd deal with everything tomorrow morning, knowing that not being home by now was already terrible. Oh well.

(idk if yall fw this igu with a part 3 if yall ask in the comments)

"You and your nigga really ain't a fit Forgetting about him when I'm in the mix Shawty be bussin' when I'm on her clit"

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diy-fire-water-pups · 9 months ago

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WELCOME TO OUR BLOG!

This is a blog for you to interact with some of the Paw Patrol pups: The Firefighter and EMT pup, Marshall; The Recycle Do-All pup, Rocky; and last but not least, The Cool Water-Loving pup, Zuma.

Before you can send asks or start a RP, please check the rules under the cut first. Hope to see you around and have some fun!

Ps.: Askbox opens from Friday to Monday early morning (GMT -3). It's closed as soon as I wake up.

RULES FOR INTERACTING

1- Be respectful. There’s an actual person sitting in front of a computer or holding her cell phone here, spending time to play as her favorite pups, interact with people she doesn’t know and have fun; Time which she could be using for working and earning money to not worry about what to eat tomorrow, if her own dog and cat will have their food too and if the bills will be paid in time or late again. I’m here to have a good time. If someone starts being a bother, I’ll make use of the block button and delete asks or whatever’s sent my way. I’m not wasting time with assholes.

2- Same goes for the pups, actually - if I feel someone’s bothering them, I’ll do the same as above. Even if I’m not the one affected but I feel the pups would be.

3- If you wish to RP, please send a DM to my other sideblog, self-indulgent-paw-patrol, so we can discuss about plots first. You don’t need to DM me if you just want to send asks or interact with the pups, though, that’s only for RPs.

4- EDIT! Thanks to some encouragement and the positive reception this blog has been receiving, I'm willing to try RPing crossovers again (Never did it here before, but I've done in other askblogs I've moderated in the past in other fandoms). The thing is, PLEASE TALK TO ME FIRST! Sometimes I don't know your muse at all, so it would be good to get to know them a bit first, before we plot anything. The ideal is for you to have an "About" page for your muses so I can check them out!

5- I’m willing to RP ships, be it platonic or romance, but absolutely NO NSFW will be allowed here. From the possible ships with the pups in this blog, my OTP is Rocky x Zuma, followed by Marshall x Everest and Chase x Marshall. I’m open for shipping the pups with OCs, granted I get to know the OCs first.

6- Feel free to reblog any posts you may find in this blog, including the pups' answers to asks they get. The only posts you shall NOT REBLOG (but you can like) are the posts tagged as #RP if you're not the one participating in it. That's basic ancient Tumblr etiquette!

7- M!A (Magic!Anons) are not allowed. One too many people have tried to force stuff that was way past my limitations, even sounding like they just wanted free art out of it. I don’t have time nor patience for that.

Rules may be subject to change in the future as I see fit. For now, that's about it!

Now I'll take the chance to promote some other askblogs in the fandom too just because I can XD Make sure to read their rules before interacting!

@jurassicsnowpups - an askblog for Everest, Rex and Tracker!

@pcwpatrol - an askblog for Chase!

@taking-to-the-skye - an askblog for Skye!

@stretch-n-fetch - an askblog for Liberty!

@paw-patrol-pack-leader - an askblog for Ryder!

@clumsycapn - an askblog for Cap'n Turbot!

@rubble-the-bulldog - an askblog for Rubble!

@wheelerpupfan - a blog for Wheeler from Rubble & Crew!

#Pinned post #Blog Rules

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half-dead-writer · 1 month ago

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random thought i had is how funny it is to think I used to do purely sfw fics and kinda too embarrassed to do anything nsfw but as soon as I did the gates opened and now more often than not I come up with more nsfw scenarios than sfw ones

they give dopamine quicker than slowburn romance, I'm a sucker for those but IT TAKES SO LONG TO WRITE- meanwhile smut is like yep they did that and then boom, done

also I lack scenarios for meet-cutes to happen (and so they aren't boring)

the curse of being a writer

anyways ramble over

...or is it

nope, another thought

since writing smut entertains me (and other sinful people) and I also draw... why not draw smut, right?? but somehow this feels like crossing the line lmao

not like I could post it to Tumblr tho (I think??) I mean, I don't wanna clog the tag Matthew Patel with porn when other people are not looking for it here, writing is alr pushing it a bit

basically this whole ramble started bc I saw heli0za's nsfw art on AO3 and wondered whether people would like to see it from me too, who knows - one simp to another (you reading this post)

if you read up until this point you can comment here or send your opinion in the inbox if u care

ok, now I'm out

I'm waking up early tomorrow and I'm here spilling my thoughts to people on the internet, typical (time not to cringe tmrw when I'll be rereading this oops)

#half dead rambles

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ziminy · 2 years ago

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A little too late pt.2

Where Gojo is trying to show you how sweet he can be

Tags: mdni, smut, f!reader, jealous Gojo, size difference, car sex, you get caught in the middle of it, threesome, Geto being a meanie, oral, names (honey, sweetie, etc) , manhandled, double penetration, edging, hair pulling, squirting , if I forgot something I'll add it later

7490 words.

Author's note. I tried to rush a little with this, it might not be that good but I tried my best.

Part one here . Masterlist

The room was so bright, something that made you to wake up. The bed was telling you to not get up, though. It was just so comfortable, it was like you were on a cloud. And maybe that's the reason of why the sun bothers you, since it was so bright.

After rolling around the bed, trying to find a better position to go back to sleep, you opened your eyes. Since you couldn't sleep anymore at this point. The room was so white, the floor, the walls, even the bed had no color on it. And the windows were as big as the walls. Do you even have privacy if there are no curtains? This leaves no imagination to the people outside who might be able to see inside the apartment. There were clothes everywhere on the floor, but non of them seemed to be yours. You got out the bed and looked around the room, there was nothing to see beside the mess in there. You walked to the door, trying to look around the place. It seems more cleaner than yesterday. But you can't see the tall man anywhere.

"Gojo..?" you said a little unsure. What if last night wasn't the white haired guy and you confused him with someone else? "Satoru?" you said again. But no one responded to you. It was quiet. You got out the room and finally stepped in the living room. There are a lot of doors, there is also some staircases not far from where you were. "Satoru? " you said again, walking around the couch. And then you saw in your right a room that had the door open. Walking there slowly, you took a peak inside. The guy you were looking for sat at a long table with a cup of coffee next to him and looking at his phone. Well, at least you confirmed that it was indeed him and not someone else. "Satoru." you said, half of your body hiding behind the half open door.

"Hmm?" he moved his eyes from his phone on you. "Good morning." it didn't look like morning outside.

"You know where my clothes are?"

"I put them on a chair close to the bed. But you can wear my clothes, I don't mind." you shook your head.

"I'm not wearing any clothes." his eyes moved up and down, trying to see something, even if he could only see your head from behind the door.

"Proof?" not surprised by his words. You walked back to the room you came out of. Maybe his ass didn't learn anything this whole time. "Wait, I was joking." you could hear him behind you.

"It's too early to think of how to respond to that." you said when you entered the room. Oh, he was right when he said he put your clothes on the chair. How comes you didn't saw them earlier?

"Let me look at you a little longer, don't put them on yet." his hands now on both sides of your hips, dragging you closer to him.

"Well, why do you have your clothes on? I don't find that fair." you took the cloth piece in your hands.

"I'll take them off." he said and took his shirt off in a second.

"Wait! I was kidding!" you looked surprised at him.

"Don't hide those tiddies from me." he said and got close to you again. Just holding you in his hands. His chin resting on your head.

"What time is it?"

"10 something, dunno." it doesn't look like 10 to me.

"How much do you plan to stay like this? I have to go home, we have classes tomorrow."

"Mmm." he got you in his arms and walked you to the bed, placing you on it softly. "Let's talk about what happened yesterday, what happened before that. Let's just talk about everything." he said and sat next to you. You didn't thought much about it. What if you just ran as soon as you woke up?

"Ahh. About that.." you didn't know what to say. Can he just give you time?

"Yesterday I meant it. Everything I did and say. I was an idiot. I won't lie about that. Can we talk again? I want to go back to what we was." and what were you? You two were never in a relationship. There wasn't any kind of friendship to begin with. And what could you possibly do anyway? "Say something, please." or what? Your eyes moved from the floor to his hands, then slowly up to his face. How would people react if they see you with him? What can happen anyway between the two of you? If you say no, what can you possibly do anyway? Or yes.. Oh, that's an option too.

"What exactly you want me to say?" your eyes keep moving. From the floor, to him, to the wall, maybe him, then another object in the room.

"Can you unblock me?" no. Or maybe.. Yes?

"I don't know about that." you said, playing with you finger and looking out the window, avoiding his gaze.

"You gave me a chance yesterday." you did, didn't you. Right. You did. You did? That made you realize. All you wanted was for him to take back the words he said, apologize. He did, in a way or another. No, he did. Plus the unnecessary words he wrote in that message. And now you're playing with him. What if he plans to take revenge if you say no? You're already in conflict with yourself. Adding him will just.. You gulped and looked at him.

"Listen." you finally looked in his eyes, something you tried to avoid. "Just listen careful." you said and got up from the bed. "I am unsure. I know I said and did what I said and did. But you're also not innocent. Shouldn't you ask me about it? Why I did. Why I said. Why I am unsure now."

"Why are you unsure?" he followed you with his eyes. You were waking around the room in circles, never leaving the bed area.

"Alright, listen here. Don't put all the guilt on me. You're no saint either." you stopped in front of him. "You were mean to me out of nowhere. Then sweet talked me. You made me think of you. You-" you stopped and took a deep breath. "You made me fall for you." you said without thinking. Both you and him looking surprised. "My god!" you looked concerned, while he was all a smile. "You made me fall for you?"

"I heard you the first time." his hands on your hips, dragging you closer to him in his arms.

"You don't understand! I-" you had so many questions. All he did was to kiss your belly and look up at you, since he was sitting down.

"Mmm. Me too." he said softly, still smiling.

"You too what?"

"I also love you." I mean... Wasn't him the one crying over you?

"So.. What now?" he slowly got on his back, dragging you in bed with him. You being on top of him while he kept his arms wrapped around you.

"We love each other, don't we?"

"I wouldn't say it love. It's more like I like you." he shook his head.

"It's love." you shook your head.

"Having a little crush doesn't mean that its automatically love. It's just.. Forget it." for a moment, he stood there and only looked at your face. What is going on in his head? What is he thinking about?

"Let's be together then. Love, like. Isn't it the same thing?" is he serious about it?

"Are you sure?"

"Listen. I thought at first that it was everything just because you didn't let me fuck you. But it's not that. I really want to be with you." one of his hands stood in place, keeping you close to him and the other moving up and down your body. "I was so happy when I saw you in the morning. Just stay next to me."

"Were you really that happy to see me?"

"Mmm." his eyes moved on your lips. "When I woke up with you in my arms. Or when you came looking after me."

"You heard me when I called your name?"

"Maybe."

"Why didn't you said anything then?" because he liked the way you called him. Oh, but he doesn't want to say it, you need to figure that on your own.

"Maybe I didn't heard it." you tried to get up from there. Hmmp. If he can't be honest then why should you do so?

"I knew you were only playing with me. Can't believe I almost fell for it again." he dragged you back.

"I'm sorry." he said and kissed your face. "What do you mean by again?" this isn't right, you should get out there before you say anything else. "No, wait." he said when you tried to get up again. "What do you mean by it?" he looked at you getting out of the bed.

"Why should I tell you."

"I'm sorry. I just found you cute when you looked for me." you looked at him, the dumb smile that he had on his face. The way he just stays there at the edge of the bed waiting for you to come back.

"When you.. I mean-" you coughed. "Before I blocked you.. I also thought of accepting your words." you turned around, ready to run from there.

"Really?" he got up and got right beside you.

"Never mind.." you said quietly, looking at the opposite direction from where he is.

"Then. Let's just be together." hmm.. "I want to be with you. Don't you wanna be with me?" for a moment, you looked at him and smiled. It doesn't sound bad- ah! Wait! Not this again! Why does he always made you think of stuff like this. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you from behind. "I want to be yours." the way those words sounds. "Then you'll be mine too, won't you?"

"Alright." you looked at him and said the first thing that went through your head. His smile is even bigger now. And here he goes, walking you to his bed in his arms.

"You'll let me show you how much I love you then? I slept so good last night that I have more than enough energy now." he wants more after last night?

"Wasn't last night enough?" your words made him look surprised, and then he started to laugh.

"I wanted to take you on a date. But if you want me to show my love in another way, I wouldn't say no." why didn't he said that from the start? "Don't look like that at me." he laughed and kissed you. "I have more than enough time for you." he kissed you as he laughed.

"Never mind." you said and turned your face away.

"I was joking." he kissed your cheek. He got away from you and in a movement the few clothes he had on him disappeared. He jumped back in bed next to you, he wanted to be as close as he could to you all the time. The kisses never stopped. From your lips, to the jaw, neck, shoulders. But he wouldn't let you do the same. How greedy of him.

"It's not fair." you said, making him to look at you.

"How comes?" wait. But how will he react when he hears that you want to kiss him.

"It doesn't matter.." you looked away from him. He laughed at your reaction. How cute of you.

"Come on, look at me." you turn your head to face him slowly, and he kissed you again. "You're adorable." you could feel something between your legs, something poking at the entrance of your hot core. Slowly, you could feel yourself getting filled up by him. Even the kisses stopped for a moment, both of you looking down at the way he slowly disappear into you. "You're so wet." can he ever shut up. Why does he have to say the obvious. The way he just look into your eyes as he slowly move his hips. He doesn't let you close your eyes even for a moment. It doesn't matter as long as you're also looking at him.

"Just because I'm closing my eyes doesn't mean I'm not thinking of you." you said when he kept trying to make you look in his yes.

"I want you to look at me."

"Satoru, please." you said and sighed at his hips movement, the way you could feel his dick inside you was just beyond words. "It feels good." you confessed.

"Of course it does, baby. " his forehead was against yours, now trying to pick up the pace. The not so slow yet not so fast movement, it was just right. It only made you sigh and relax your body in his arms. "You still plan to leave later?" what's with the question?

"We have classes tomorrow."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"I'll go home later." he didn't showed any kind of emotion on his face. But he stopped for a moment and try to position himself better between your legs.

"I'll give you a moment to rethink about it." huh? You looked at him in confusion. "So is that a no?" but he didn't let you to say anything before he started to move again. The movement wasn't that fast, but the way he will go all the way inside to hit that deep spot hard, just hard. He gets out just a little to have enough space to come back inside and hit it again just like the last time, making you gasp audible. Your eyes wide as you try to hold onto his arms. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll take good care of you here." that smirk on his face it made you angry. Well, something in him just never change.

"Wait-" you tried to say something, but everytime you got interrupted by the feeling of him hitting that one spot. It make you throw your head back on the pillow. You just couldn't make a proper sentence. Just how mean can he be? Didn't he said he'll be a better person? Did he? Or.. Ah, even now your mind is playing tricks, you couldn't even think of anything at that moment. "Toru.." the way you said his name was like a sweet song to him. He froze for a moment. He forgot everything he was doing or what he wanted to say. He even forgot he was balls deep inside you.

"Yes?" he forgot how to breathe.

"You're so mean." your cries only made his cock twitch. How can he have more? How can he make you cry more for him? Now he's just determined to make you cry your eyes out for him. He got back to the previous movement, this time the only thing he changed his his pace. He'll get more than half way outside your pussy ,slowly , just to get back inside hard, hitting that spongy spot again, and again, and then he suddenly changed the rhythm again. Now the only goal is to see you do more faces for him. He wants to see all, and he'll make sure to have that. He moved fast, hard, and he just made sure to give you no time to rest. Your eyes shut tight , same with the grip on his arms. It was so hard to not cry. Even if a few tears already made their presence , going down your face.

"Toru." it was such torture for him.

"Come on , let me see those pretty eyes of yours." you shook your head. Trying so hard to not make a sound. Wasn't this embarrassing? "Look at me, pretty girl." his face got closer to yours. But you shook your head again. For a moment, he went slower, just giving you enough to open your eyes for him. "Mmm, just like this." his lips on yours before he started to thrust again like the mad man he is. The whines you left out, or tried to let out, only got to him. And the tears he wanted to see did appear. Just how good can this day go for him? If a few days ago someone would have told that he would be in that situation, he would have not believe a word. Last night, when he saw you in the club, if someone would have told him that he'll end up like this the next day he would not believe it. He doesn't believe this, even if you're in front of him. This gotta be a dream. And it was a nightmare if he really was dreaming. How can he do this to himself.

"I'm so close." he sighed. He can't even make a proper answer, he can't even tell what he wants to say, he was a moaning mess. "Look at me, don't take your eyes off me." His movements were a mess, he , himself didn't know what he wants anymore. His mouth was on yours, his tongue was looking for yours, he just wanted to be with you for as long as he could. At this point, he was just talking nonsense. "Let's cum together. Let's just-" he can't even think of words at this point. Trying to match you in any way, breathing at the same time as you, even blinking at the same time.

"I can't-" his requests are too much. Too much in that moment. He kissed you again, moving a few more times before both you and him release. You were a shaking mess, trying to catch your breath, just like him. What got into him. "It kinda hurts now." you said when you finally could think straight.

"That means you're staying, right? I'll just drive you tomorrow to classes." does he even listed? "Also.. Now that we are in good terms, can you unblock me?" he said as he hold you in his arms. Oh, you still have him blocked, huh?

"Mmm.. Dunno.. I don't feel like you really deserve it." he bite your shoulder. "Eyy!" you gasped. "Alright! Alright! You didn't have to do that." you open your phone and unblocked him.

"Also, give me your number. I don't have it." you sighed and gave him your phone, and he went throughout all your apps to see your user name so he could follow you. He doesn't have one of the apps? He'll get that app in the next second so he could follow you. As much as you wanted to go home, you ended staying over the night. The next day he continued to be clingy. He dragged you in the shower in the morning, taking a shower together. The clothes you're going to wear that day are his. How could he let you go to school with those clothes you were in club with? Never. A pair of pants that you could fit another person in, the underwear that was falling off you, the shirt that was way bigger than you. Well, at least you could wear your own shoes. He drove you to your home just to get your stuff for school and then drove to your destination. He walked you to your classes and just run to where you were when he had some time in between the classes. People started to talk about you two quick.

"Gojo came back to his old self and some girl dressed like a homeless follow him around." you even got some texts asking about it. Who's the girl? Weren't you hanging out with Gojo? Spill the tea sis!

"I don't think we should be next to each other at school." you said and look the texts you keep getting.

"What?" he looked at you shocked. "Never!" he sounded offended. "How could you say something like that?" were you wrong tho?

"People keep calling me homeless. And I get a lot of messages asking about whos hanging with you?"

"And? Block them!" the way you blocked him? You wanted to say that, but you just shut up. You took a deep breath and tried to think of a solution.

"I don't want to be called homeless. Let's just meet less at school. Alright?" he gasped offended. "Oh, look at the time. Gotta go to my next class." just as you got up from where you were sitting, he also got up and followed you where you were going. The classroom wasn't that far away from you, it was just a few meters away. Something was telling him to not let you go there. He'll miss you, just like he did until you two finally got back on good terms. He was holding your hand and stopped walking. What if he kidnap you and never let you go back to you friends? What if he takes you away from the outside world? What you need is him, and what he needs is you. "I need to go."

"No." he said softly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight enough to not you move freely, trapped right next to him. "Don't go." people were looking at you two at this point. Do you really want to be known as that one couple?

"Is that Gojo?" someone said and was walking more closer and closer to you two. "Oh!" that person said surprised. "You feel better now?" the tall man only raised an eyebrow.

"Do I know you?" he said and your legs weren't on the ground anymore, now being lifted by him.

"Did you forgot me? I'm-" he walked from there to your class.

"Can't believe people are trying to talk to me when I'm busy." he still didn't let go of you.

"I'll go now." you said as he finally puts you down. You look at him slowly disappearing from your vision, slowly getting himself more and more away from you. You get inside the classroom and sat down wherever you wanted if there was a free space. You looked at your phone but you didn't got anything from him. Well, he have other things to do anyway. It's not like he doesn't have classes or anything else.

"What's with the clothes?" your friend asked when you got out the classroom.

"Boyfriend look."

"It looks like you dressed from the giants section." and your friend did not lie.

At the end of classes your so sweet boyfriend drove you home. And for the few next days you were only going to text each other and try to meet between the classes. At this point, more than half of the school and mostly everyone that knows Satoru also knows you're his girlfriend. But what news. Number one playboi finally is finally in a relationship. He looks happier than ever. And a lot of people are jealous. What is so special about you? How did you blackmail him to get with you? What exactly have you done? But why is no one asking what in the world have he done. Because everyone is pointing fingers. But no one is putting the right questions.

"Can we meet in after classes?" you look at his text. You're a little busy today, he'll have to wait if he wants to see you.

"I have something to do then."

"When can we meet?" hard to say. But after you text your friends about it, you managed to come to a conclusion.

"Around 8 or 9." it was better than nothing. And he waited patiently. He was already in the parking lot of the place you were at.

"Hey there, cutie." he said when you almost walked past his car. That made you jump, it scared you.

"You scared me!" you put a hand on your chest, trying to calm yourself. "What are you doing here?"

"Hope in. We're going to spend some time together." you got in his car. As he was driving, a hand was on you thigh, squeezing it from time to time. But as some points he stopped in the first parking lot he saw first. "I had such a hard time without you." you only sighed. And? What does he plan to do now?

"So?"

"I wanted to take you home. Maybe watch a movie or something." you nodded. "But I just want to feel you right now." you raised an eyebrow.

"Not here." but his face got closer and closer to yours. "Satoru, no." you put a hand over his mouth when he was about to kiss you.

"Just a little?" you shook your head. "Just to feel something." you shook your head again. A hand of his over the one that was trying to keep his lips away from yours and he kissed it. His yes were fixed on your face as he kissed your hand. The way you looked so shocked, speechless. Your mouth was open, but you didn't look like you could say anything. "It won't take long." you sighed. A little, huh? You bite your lower lip and nodded, the next second he was in the backseat. "Come here." how lucky of him that you can't see shit inside the car from outside, either because of his windows or the fact that's dark outside by this time, people couldn't see shit anyway. You got next to him, and he just started to undress you, kissing you as soon as he managed to take something off you. But he was indecisive. He just couldn't decide what to do faster ,you were almost naked, and he wanted to feel you as fast as he could. It took him a second to unzip his pants and free his cock from them after he took all the clothes off from you. "It would be quick, alright?" any preparation? Nope. You were already wet and hes just in a hurry. He wants to take you home and then spend as much time as you want on you. His hands on your hips, pushing you down on him. All he did was to give you a few moments to adjust a little. Then he started to guide you up and down. You let out sighs and gasp, he's just touching all the right places. And then he decides to go all the way in, touching that spot that made you melt in his arms. Your head rest on his shoulder, and he kiss your neck since he have access to it. The little sighs he let out from time to time, his moans are so quiet, he could feel you squeezing him every time he let any kind of sound out. "You like to hear me that much?" his hot breath gave you chills down your spine. It was something you can't really explain.

"Maybe." he also liked to hear you, he won't lie. His phone rang. Who in the world might be? He didn't even look, his phone is on the driver seat anyway. And why would he try to ruin this moment by answer to who ever is calling? He wrapped his hands around you, letting you move however you want. His kisses go from your jaw line to your chest, and he would go as down as he could, if he could more than that at the moment. His phone rang again. He was angry at who ever keeps calling him. And then someone sat next to his car, and then his phone rang again. He could recognize that person everywhere.

"I can't believe him." he sighed and made you stop for a moment. He took his phone and texted who ever called him. But he just stared angrily at the phone.

"Did something happen?" he let his head back, resting on whatever it was behind him.

"You can wait until we go home, can't you?" it was him who started it anyway. He get you off him slowly, he tried helping you to put your clothes back on and when he thought that everything was alright he got out the car. You could see him talking with the guy that was next to the car, and all you did was to hide behind the drivers seat. Gojo got back in the car, now back in the front seat while the guy that he was talking to also got inside, sitting in front next to his friend.

"If your were in the car why didn't you respond to me?" the guy who just got in the car rolled his eyes.

"I was busy." the white haired guy said. The other one looked with the side of his eyes back, finally noticing you. He look at his friend then back at you. So this is how it is, huh? Should you say anything? You played with your fingers and looked out the window.

"Is it just me or it's a little stuffy in here." you let your head down. This was so embarrassing.

"Shut up." the white haired guy said annoyed. He drove back to his place. It was so quiet until you got in the apartment, witch his friend also walked with you two there.

"Well, I got what I needed. I'll go now." the black haired guy said. "It was nice meeting you, Y/N." you looked at your boyfriend and that guy finally left.

"That guy." Gojo sighed. His eyes quickly moved on you. "So where were we?" his hands back on you, one on your ass while the other was trying to get your shirt off. He kissed you so hungrily. He was slowly guiding you to the couch, letting you on it as soon as he got off your shirt. Your pants and whatever you had on you disappeared, now being naked once again. His shirt was laying somewhere on the floor, probably next to yours. He kissed you again, his tongue in your mouth and dragging you closer to him every time he could. He bearly let you breathe, only trying to deep the kiss more and more. The rest of his clothes now somewhere around the room. Getting on top of you as soon as he could, getting inside you and starting to move his hips as fast as he could. He let out some deep ass groans, the grip on your thigh was so tight it might left a bruise on you.

"Toru." the way you said his name was more like a moan. The way everything felt was just.. No words to explain. It was a feeling beyond words. It was hard to try to even think about trying to explain. You cupped his face in your hands, his eyes on you and the expressions you make.

"I forgot something." that voice made you jump, since it scared you. Why does that guy keeps interrupting you two?

"You're here again?" the white haired guy said looking at the guy who was walking around to find something.

"I didn't know you two would get to it as soon as I leave." lies. "But now that I'm here." he got closer to the couch. "Make me some space. Lemme join." you looked at your boyfriend. What would he say? He sighed and moved his eyes on you. Your heart was beating so fast, both of their eyes on you. The white haired guy could feel your walls clanging on him.

"Alright." huh?

"Wait for me then." the black haired guy walked into a room. He knew that place like it's the back of his hand. Then he walked out with a box condoms, throwing on the couch as he take his shirt off. Your boyfriend sat on the couch next to you. Something like this would have happened at some points, since he did have lots of threesome that includes his friend.

"Is it too late to back out now? I'm kinda scared.." you said it quietly, mostly for your bf to hear. All you got back was chuckles from both of them.

"Oh? But isn't this a cute one?" the black haired guy said.

"Why are you scared? Aren't I here?" your boyfriend said. They had something in their eyes, it was hard to explain what it is. It's just.. Scary. That's the only word you could think of. It's like, if you close your eyes they might eat you alive. "Okay so, lay down here." the white haired guy pat the place next to him. But it didn't really matter how you sat, because you woke up with someone turning your around. Now you were laying on your tummy, ass up and you felt a cold hand slapping your ass. Shouldn't you at least talk about a better position?

"Don't take too long to think, just do so." your boyfriend didn't said anything about it. Now you were in between Gojo's legs. Behind you being his friend, who you heard just so much about him.

"Don't worry about it." your boyfriend finally said something. "I'm here." was he supposed to not be here? What's with his words? You gulped when you felt something poking you from behind. This soon? Shouldn't they give you just a little time before anything starts. "Open your mouth." you looked at your boyfriend with big eyes. Well... If this is how you'll die, then at least they should make it enjoyable for you too. You gulped and did as the blue eyes guy said. His hand on your head, both holding your hair to not get in your face and also slowly guiding you down. And at the same time, the one from behind you made his way inside you. Oh, but how easily he just slipped inside. You close your eyes shut. This made you feel way too full. "Just like that." Satoru sighed, letting his head rest on the back of the couch. But his friend, Suguru didn't gave you no time to chill, he was just thrusting into you like a mad man. You wanted to say something, but all you let put was muffed cries. And your boyfriend just pushed your head trying to fit more and more of himself inside. You tried to say something about it, or do. But all he did was to look at your face in amusement.

"It doesn't seem like your little girlfriend know how to do much. Just look at her." oh, he talks like he could do it better if he was in your place.

"I don't think she liked your words." your boyfriend looked at your angry face.

"Oh, yeah?" he slapped you ass.

"I don't think she liked that either." it hurts. I think he even left his hand print on your ass. You slapped Gojo's leg softly. Don't give him ideas, you thought. "I think you forgot something, dear." he moved his hips forward making you gag. Can you believe him? But the little fun time ended when they actually started to fuck you. Your knees almost gave up on you, but it wasn't like you could feel your legs anymore by that point. And your boyfriend and fucked your mouth deeper and deeper, trying to get as deep as he could. If he hold your hair earlier, now his hand is replaced by Geto's hand. "Don't do that." your hair was now released from his grip. But now your boyfriend is fucking your throat, it didn't matter if you moved your head, he helped moving it or his hips moved to go as deep as he could. Both of their thrusts because more aggressive. And at this point, Suguru was the one who was holding you up. You seemed like you were about to fall if he didn't. But just to give you something to forget about it, or help you release faster, he started to rub on your clit. And the way he was penetrating was like he never left that deep deep spot alone. One of the motives of why your legs were like jelly. Oh, but how mean of him to stop everything he's doing when he could feel your walls tightening around him. Only for Satoru to cum in your mouth, so much that you couldn't even keep all of it inside, spitting some of it.

"No more." you said breathing heavily. But your words looked like they never got to them. You looked as you boyfriend put a condom on, sitting back on the couch and putting you on his lap. No words were needed for them to know what they'll do. It was like they shared the same mind. Gojo slowly made his way inside you, and it looked like his friend had the same idea. His finger slowly brushed against your clit, making you tremble.

"Look at you. You didn't even cum and yet you're like this." you had a soft expression. What are you supposed to say to this guy anyway? It's not like you could do much against these people. But now you're looking at him also trying to get inside you.

"It won't fit." and how could they fit? How can they believe they could fuck the same pussy at the same time?

"It would." your boyfriend says as if he knows that.

"Listen, it's not going to fit." you were scares. What if they can?

"Your face doesn't tell me that." Suguru said as he's trying to push himself inside. "Get a little outside and then we'll try to enter at the same time." and who came with that plan?! You shook your head. Nope, just not. You were already at the edge of crying as you felt both of them trying to get inside.

"Relax. Of course we can't get in if you don't relax." would he relax if he was you? And all your boyfriend did was to hold you in his arms, leave some kisses on your shoulder. But somehow that relaxed you a little, until you weren't relaxed anymore, remembering what is going on. You could feel them inside. The way it made you feel.. It hurts. It really does. You never been stretched this much before. It should be illegal to be able to something like that.

"I can't- I can't-" you shook your head.

"Isn't it a little too late to say that? Aren't we inside already?" this guy is pissing you off. Did anyone listen to you when you tried to say something? And he still dares to say anything about it? The audacity. You placed a hand on the chest of the person in front of you and shook your head.

"No more." your boyfriend could see your expressions so clearly even if he was behind you, holding you on in his arms. One of his hands now over your eyes.

"Don't make that expressions for anyone else." he whispered in your ear. Is he jealous? Now? Well, why couldn't he be be jealous earlier? Like, he could have said something back then and now it would have been only the two of you, but no. Geto only laughed.

"Never fuck with couples." he shook his head. "It's too late to change your mind now. You'll have to share your girlfriend with me." you tried to get Gojo's hand away, but all you could do is take a peak at Suguru's face. He was a smirk on his face that you would have bet all your money that he was Satoru if you didn't know better. But his words and face only made your boyfriend angry. His hands now wrapped around you, it was like he was trying to get you as close as he could to him, even if your were staying in his lap.

"Toru." you said when his grip became tighter.

"Listen to your girlfriend, Toru." it was like this guy wanted to fight. You look at him and shook your head. If he could really read minds, but he probably know what you want to say even without reading minds. Don't. Because your boyfriend was his friend. But why do they need to fight now? And then your boyfriend finally moves his hips, making you jump when you felt him going deep to touch that place that get your knees weak. "But you don't have to be jealous, Toru." Geto said and also moved his hips just as soon as Gojo got a little out. "It's not like your girlfriend loves me more." you slap his arm softly. This will get you no good if they continue like this. "Look at the way she's touching me." you gasped. This was all intentional! This was all a scene! It was planned! I tell you that. But your boyfriend took his words serious. Now both of your hands pressed to your chest as he holds them in one of his. The grin on his face never disappear. It pisses you off so bad. And he even dares to put his hands on you. One of your legs over his shoulder while the other was to your chest, him holding the back of you thigh in place. But you couldn't even look mad by how they were moving. When one was getting in the other was getting out, leaving you no time to think. Your head was resting on your boyfriend's shoulder. The cries you left out were mixed with moans. It hurts, it was also feeling good, but it mostly hurts. Gojo's free hand traveled to your pussy, starting to rub your clit. Only making you to arch your back. You tried to not move, but it was just impossible. Oh, but the way Suguru took advantage of your boyfriend having his hands full. His free hand now on your chest, squeezing one of your boobs.

"Stop- stop- my god." you cried out. You felt something coming and it was just not good. "I can't- i really-" you couldn't even finish your own sentences. But that didn't stopped anyone from what they were doing. No, in fact, it only pushed them to go faster, trying to get close to that sweet release too. Your boyfriend rubbed on your clit faster, and the way they thrust only made you squirm in their arms. "Toru, please. No-" it was just so embarrassing the way you felt. You didn't want to do that, it's just- no. But Gojo only kissed the back of your neck. And followed by him was his best friend, who made sure to kiss your lips just so passionately while your boyfriend was looking. That only made Satoru to bite on your neck. Making you whine. If it wasn't enough that you were already crying, hot tears racing down your cheeks. And them bullying you? Both of them could feel the way your walls are becoming tighter and tighter, and oh my- you squirted all over Suguru's abdomen. But you were still crying, and they seemed to be so close. Can you hang there a little more? Wait for them. Just a little more. As you were finally calming yourself, both coming back from your high and calming your body to stop trembling, they also finally released. Now feeling empty when they got outside. You were just so stuffed a moment ago and now it was like you could finally breathe.

"Don't relax yet. The night still young." that only made you to sigh. If only someone could have warned you earlier.

Author's note. As much as I want what I wrote, I am afraid as heck of it. I would just cry. Not my thinking I could take them🙄✋

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x y/n #satorugojo

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jerzwriter · 1 year ago

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Tickler Tuesday?

Is that a thing? If not, I'm making it a thing.

Who asked? No one.

Who cares? Maybe 2 people. 3 if you include me... but hell, I'm excited, so there is that.

I'm almost done with "that scene" from Wake the Dead... and I will seek psychiatric help as soon as it is completed. (Or I'll listen to Noah Kahan and Hozier for hours on end; it's a toss.)

But here's a snippet of the fic and of the AMAZING art that @rosefuckinggenius created for the scene so long ago that she probably doesn't remember it herself! It deserved to see the light of day long ago, but this has been painful to write, so procrastination happened.

But this will be up, hopefully, tomorrow, but definitely by the end of the week. I know there isn't much interest in this story, but I'm really proud of the work, and it's been such a journey getting to "know" the Sipes family more. The End of the Word Part 2 ... when time runs out...

Then it dawned on him: he knew the man that he was but would never know the one he was meant to be. He survived the end of the world; he survived the unthinkable. His body wasn't placed in an incinerator or one of the dozens of mass graves that littered the town he once called home. His body survived... but nothing more. His heart, mind, and soul were among the outbreak's casualties... they were ripped from him and never to be reclaimed. And tonight, all he could think of was, who was this flawed facsimile that remained?

Tagging my WTD list and a couple permas that may be interested: @kyra75 @cariantha @lilyoffandoms @missameliep @storyofmychoices @annoyingmillenialnewbie @trappedinfanfiction

#wake the dead #wake the dead choices #choices fanfic #choices fanart #eli sipes #playchoices

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lumine-no-hikari · 7 months ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #124

I am in a lot of pain today. For whatever reason, the rib injury is really bugging me today; it's a little hard to breathe. I'm not sure exactly what's up or why, but I really hope it quits soon. Maybe I'll feel a little better when I wake up tomorrow. Or maybe not. I really don't know.

Oh well. I tried to get on with my ordinary activities today. M and I went to a place for lunch, and I got a sandwich that was pretty good! It was mostly made of onions and cheese, and you can't really go wrong with that combination! Here's how it looked:

Onions are one of my favorite foods! Or, well... alliums in general, I suppose; garlic and chives and scallions and shallots and stuff. I wonder if you have favorite foods, besides pasta. If you do, I wonder what they are. Wouldn't it be neat if I got to ask you someday, and then you could tell me the answer! That'd be pretty swanky. Impossible, I know. But still.

I know I said yesterday that I'd tell you about the ice cream flavors I got recently. I will tell you about one of them! I put it in my tea! Today, I made a tea that was matcha with bits of toasted rice:

As you can see, this one was delightfully green the whole time it was brewed! The jasmine green tea that I get starts out delightfully green, and then shifts to an equally delightful shade of yellow as it brews; I think it's pretty neat to watch the colors shift. But it's also pretty neat when the colors simply become more intense as the tea steeps.

Anyway, so one of the ice cream flavors I got was a honey flavored one! It's delicious by itself, but since I've got the whole "cold = intense pain" glitch going on, I tend to like putting ice cream in tea instead! Here's how that turned out:

...I'm not really sure why, but if you put ice cream in hot tea, it leaves a bubbly layer of ice cream foam that's super tasty! I wonder if you'd like something like that. I wonder about lots of things you might like...

...I didn't do much else today because my body hurts a lot. It still does, even though it's like 11pm. It's enough that I might have trouble sleeping tonight, actually. I guess we'll see.

J was out and about today. He went to go help his father with something, and then he went to do laser tag. While he was out, he took a few pictures you might like; I'll show them to you:

...Didn't he do a really nice job? I loved the way he captured these. He's really good at this.

...I am in a lot of pain today. It's actually kind of hard to think. Hard to write. Hard to exist right now. But that's okay. I will take some more ibuprofen and get ready for bed and sleep soon, and maybe it'll be better by tomorrow.

Hey, Sephiroth? Are you staying safe out there? Staying hydrated? Staying nourished? Sleeping regularly? Are you resting when you need to? If your body is sick or hurting, are you taking good care of yourself in order to make yourself well again? If your mind is hurting, are you reaching out to people who will help you? Are you taking care of your emotions lovingly? Is your self-talk kind? Are you doing what you can to heal from everything that has happened to you?

...I wish I could help you. But today, I am feeling very powerless for reasons other than the pain I'm in. A thing happened, and I'm left wondering if my voice really does have the capacity to make a difference to anyone, anywhere. Given the amount of pain I'm in almost all the time, and all the ways I don't fit in with the other people this place, sometimes I wonder if it's really worthwhile to stick around if ultimately my existence doesn't mean anything.

...Suppose I'll persist anyways. It's really all I know how to do. Besides, tea is nice. And so is the sky. And so are the flowers that are coming into bloom. And the silly bumblebees. And so are the people in my immediate circle who know me, understand me, and love me enough for my words to carry weight with them.

I'm gonna be okay. So please make sure you're gonna be okay too, alright?

I love you. Please stay safe. I'll write again tomorrow; maybe I'll feel well enough to write you a longer letter.

Your friend, Lumine

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itsirk-is-tha-opposite · 11 months ago

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I just finished watching manlybadasshero's playthrough of Jisatsu (Chilla's Art) and i am having korangi + reader Thoughts... even if i wasnt paying attention for half the time 😋

(SPOILERS AHEAD)

König × Reader × Horangi

Tags: as SFW as it could be + fluff, mentions of sex, killing, mindbreak, torture, and creepy image attatched

Thinking of one of the three being the killer who sacrifices whoever into The Hole and the other two being a supernatural entity in the "abandoned" house.

THE WAY THIS WILL WORK WITH ANY COMBINATION! Horangi being the killer, König being the killer, or reader being the killer with 2 sexy ghosts ready to sloppy style hent*i mode them whenever they want

Im biased to reader being a supernatural creature bc it makes me happy to be non-human, especially a creepy one 🩷 but you can tailor this y/n experience to yourselves! Fit this AU to your personality and way youd act because god knows im not going to write fics for other people ! Only for my self indulgence and delusional mind !

Some thoughts i had if reader was the killer. They could be someone who was living here since it was built, or even a homeless living in an abandoned house bc its free property. And then weird things start to crop up, or The Hole beckons for them, or könig and horangi try to scare/psychologically torture reader and readers like "meh, my family was worse" (or even caved in and mindbroken 👀). Potential!!!!!

Fuck imagine könig/horangi killing reader and reader became a vengeful spirit but after years theyre like "yeah we kinda chilled out. We dont go to each others necks anymore and even enjoy each others company. He apologised and i forgave him. It wasnt a big deal anyway, got nothing going on for me in life."

The way the ghosts doesnt have to be normal 👻👻 ghosts, you can be any ghost from your own culture ! How amazing is that! Id love to be a kuntilanak just chilling with my beautiful long hair, not having to wash it anyway because im dead.

Even if theres potential for hot sloppy earthshattering cumsplattering ghost sex, i dont wanna think about it. Im thinking of the more 🩷 romantic 🩷 aspects of being like this. I dont know why but theres something romantic about killing other people for someone you love.

Imagine könig/horangi/you feeling restless after killing those people or from the past endured, and two of your supernatural partners calm your soul in those nights so you could sleep soundly and wake up again tomorrow not because they want you to kill again, but because they worry for you. Because they love you.

☹️☹️☹️ see its cute. Fucked up cute.

Banners made by me! I'll post my designs of their forms both ghostly and human...ish soon! I have so many drawings in my samsung notes its not funny. Keep in mind i am still a minor, MDNI accounts dont interact!!

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kayleighwildwrites · 15 days ago

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Hi!! I was scrolling when I saw that you needed characters and I love creating alternate versions of my oc so here we go!!

Name: Iris

Pronouns: They/them

Looks: Short, thick wavy hair, just passing their chin, bublegum pink hair with brown roots, amber eyes, rosy skin. really short and lean/slim, almost bony. dunno if clothes are needed but they would have that weird girl aesthetic, with funky-coloured nails and stuff

Personality: quiet and spacey, not an extrovert by any means but has some confidence. uncaring about what people think of them but considerate and empathic. very socially unaware lol

And you can 100% tag me!! I havent read your fic yet but I'll make sure to as soon as I wake up tomorrow :D

Thanks for the help and I hope you like the fic! ❤

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animemangasoul · 4 years ago

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Who Are You?

Summery: A Wizard takes away Tim’s memories of his least important person. Unfortunately for Damian, that’s him.

He doesn’t remember him. Doesn’t remember the little kid with the pinched face and uncertain eyes. He looks at him and he feels... something, but it’s not enough so he doesn’t pursue it. Just gives the little guy a wide smile and asks him his name. He must be important, he thinks. If he lives with Bruce.

“Damian.” The words are spoken softly, hesitantly, but they are also firm, strong. Tim feels like if he had known him, he would have admired him for that.

Instead he smiles even wider and reaches out a hand. “Tim,” he says in return and something flashes in the kid’s eyes; the sharp gaze darting between his outstretched hand to his face and then back to his hand again. Tim frowns. Maybe they hadn’t gotten along back--

But the kid doesn’t give him a chance to retract his offer, darting forward almost in desperation as he lungs forward to sandwich Tim’s fingers between his own two hands. “Pleasure to meet you again Timothy,” he blurts out; cheeks turning beat red as he does. But Tim can only smile, because the sincerity behind the halting words are very evident.

He wonders if they’d gotten along well.

He wonders if they did, why had he forgotten him.

The least important person the wizard had said..... So why Damian?

The rest of them, his family were firmly lodged in his brain. He could remember their every laugh, their every hug, tears, smiles, love. Good, bad, ugly. He remembered it all. Bruce with his confidence and safety, Cass with her warm hug and kisses. Dick with his laughter and comfort. Jason with his honesty and wild personality. Duke with his brilliance and gentleness. Alfred with his Alfredness.

Remembering them wasn’t hard because the memories of them have never left him. So why Damian? Why him?

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He wonders about it for the rest of the week. Especially when he hears the kid’s last name.

The little kid who skitters around the corners. The kid who doesn’t quite know how to laugh but his eyes would still manage to give him away every single time he found something funny.

The little Robin who must have inherited the mantle after him and carried it with dignity and respect that must have made Tim’s heart bloom with pride.

Damian Wayne.

His little brother.

His only little brother.

And yet..... He didn’t remember him.

Least important.

Why?

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Dick finds him one morning standing in front of the family portrait. The hall is empty except for the two of them, and when Dick comes to a stop next to him, neither speaks for a long while.

Tim is busy examining the expressions on everyone’s faces. And Dick, well, Tim wasn’t quite sure what he was doing but he leaves him to it. Dick would talk when he felt like it and not a second earlier.

“If you can’t remember him, how do you remember Duke?”

The words are no louder than a whisper and Tim can feel the unease coming off of his older brother in waves, but he elects not to comment on it. Instead he shrugs and focuses his gaze on the little face of the forgotten kid standing regally next to Bruce.

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know!”

Tim scoffs. “A wizard messed with my head Dick.”

His brother winces and Tim finds himself smiling at that. Damian and Dick were much alike. It was cute.

“Did we get along?”

“What?”

Sighing, Tim leans forward to press a light finger against Damian’s painted face. “Did we get along? Me and Damian?” Scrutinizing the stern gaze and the almost hunched shoulders of the kid, Tim wonders what he must have been afraid of in this frozen moment. “I’ve always wanted a little brother you know.”

Dick remains quiet for an inordinate amount of time.

His silence tells a full story, so when Dick finally musters up a casual. “Yes, but you were both just kids so you disagreed sometimes.” He hums in agreement and lets its slide.

Dick was lying to him but Tim did not elect to hold it against him.

Pretty little lies could make even the best of men tempted in telling them and whatever dynamic he and Damian currently held most be infinitely better for Dick than their previous shared history.

Still, ‘strike one Dick,’ he thinks as he turns around to make his way down to the kitchen, he was hungry after all. ‘Lying doesn’t suit you big brother.’

“Wait.”

Foot frozen midair, Tim drags his eyes up from the stairs and back to the silent figure by the portrait. Dick looks so very still.

“Yeah?”

One hand coming up to run through his hair, his older brother gives him a sheepish smile; eyes gleaming suspiciously but smile as sincere as ever.

“You got along better at the end. Damian he.... you guys weren’t.... you didn’t like each other in the beginning,” Dick pauses and there is pain there, in those words. Bitter pain. Protective, angry.

Something most have been stolen from him too Tim supposes. And it hurts more because Dick remembers. Whatever built relationship he and Damian had most have meant more to Dick than he was letting on.

Interesting.

“Thank you for telling me.” He leaves at that. Not without a second glance or thought.

Dick doesn’t follow him. Tim thinks that’s for the best.

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“You hated him?”

Tim blinks in surprise. “Really?”

Kon nods. Eyes on the bright screen and tongue sticking out in concentration. “Yup.”

“Why?”

Kon curses loudly; leaning back and dragging the controller with him to avoid the upcoming wall. “I don’t know man,” he grits out. “You never got along and Dick used to pit you guys against each other or something. Choosing sides and shit.”

“Why?”

Shrugging, his best friend elects not to answer the question. “Beats me.”

Frowning in confusion, Tim nods slowly. “That’s super weird right? I mean, Dick wouldn’t do something like that. That’s not who he is. Or at least who I remember him to be.”

Kon shrugs again. “Never liked the guy so don’t ask me dude.”

Tim thinks about it for a second but then he too picks up his controller and Kon restarts the game. It really didn’t matter in the end, did it?

So what if he’d hated Damian in the beginning for some weird reason. The kid seemed pleasant enough last time he saw him so maybe he’d changed. Jason had managed it after all and well, Tim had frequently encountered and even befriended less than decent people before. So a little kid like Damian couldn’t be quite that bad right?

Maybe he needed to have a sit down and actually talk to him.

Talking to everyone else about how he was supposed to feel about Damian wasn’t really working after all. They most have had some form of relationship if the kid looked hurt when he didn’t remember him. It couldn’t have been all antagonistic, their relationship. And it couldn’t have been all that great either.

Maybe they’d reached a sort of an in between.

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Finding the time to talk to Damian proves to be difficult. Not only is work literally drowning him in stress and gives him less free time than a man working three jobs but turns out Damian was avoiding him.

It becomes all too obvious when he turns a corner one day and is met with the startled gaze of the kid who then; unable to avoid him any other way, actually turns around abruptly and sprints away.

Tim is left standing there with an outreached hand and a mouth open for a yell that never leaves his lips.

After that, it becomes more and more difficult to pin the kid down. No matter what he does; waking up early, coming home an hour before his time, choosing to patrol with batman instead of alone, he can’t seem to get the kid to talk to him.

Somehow, that hurts.

Not in the normal sense of faint disappointment. Not in the way of feeling sad because a stranger elected to be rude to you, no. It was this gut punching pain that just wouldn’t go away.

He didn’t even know him, but it hurt. It really really hurt and Tim didn’t like that one bit.

Damian Wayne.

He needs to talk to him. Nothing was going to fix this otherwise. Even if he doesn’t remember him, he.....

“He’s hiding at my apartment ya know. That’s why you can’t find him.”

Tim practically jumps out of his skin. “What the hell Jay!”

His older brother grins. A savage sort of smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he barely seems to refrain from outright laughing at him.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Jason snorts. “And if you wanna catch the little brat you better go now.” And with that he disappears behind the roofline, leaving Tim to glare after him.

“Jerk.”

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“Found you!”

This time it’s Damian’s turn to jump out of his skin and well, Tim would definitely be lying if he said he didn’t see why Jason loved doing it so much.

“What.... why are you here Drake?”

Landing soundlessly on the floor, Tim shuts the window behind him before shuffling over to where Damian is sitting, careful not to trigger another run. “I just want to talk.”

The little guy glares at him. A proper glare with death threats and all. Tim is mildly amused. “Won’t you give me five minutes? Please?”

Damian flinches. “I do not wish to speak with you Drake.” He sounds young and scared and..... Tim doesn’t quite understand how he could have ever hated this kid.

“I don’t remember you,” he says slowly, the words leaving his mouth easily enough, but somewhere deep down, at the very bottom of his soul he finds himself retching at the casualness with which he says them.

It doesn’t help that the kid can’t quite hide the brief flair of hurt that dances through his eyes.

Fuck.

“I already know that Drake,” he snaps, but Tim steps forward, waving his arms frantically. “I didn’t mean it like that ki—Damian!” Swallowing thickly, he tries to take a deep breath. “Look, I just..... I don’t remember you that’s true. But,” he carries on quickly preventing Damian from cutting him off. “I would like to remember you again and just...” here he gives a helpless shrug. “Wanna help me find the wizard who did this and make him change me back?”

Clearly that’s not what Damian had been expecting him to say, for his supposed little brother is standing on the other side of Jason’s living room, silently gaping at him.

Tim bites down on his tongue to stop himself from saying anything stupid that’ll ruin things. And then--

“Why?” Damian’s voice is angry and suspicious, but it’s also pained and confused and.... Tim just wants to hug him. No kid should ever look that forlorn, ever.

“I want my memories back and I want to remember you,” he answers instead, giving the kid his most winning smile.

“Why?”

Sighing, Tim drops the smile and gives the kid an almost helpless look, because..... what do you say to that? How can he possible explain the disparity between what he’s feeling and what he knows. That his mind might not recall the little kid in front of him, who looks so much like Bruce, but his heart does.

How can he just....

“I think you’re worth remembering,” he settles for in the end. “You might not have been part of my most important memories, but you were still important to me and that’s why the spell worked.” This time when he tries to smile, it comes out rather sad, a bit empty, slightly heartbroken. “We were getting there, weren’t we? Becoming brothers?”

Damian looks away and that tells him everything.

“Let me remember you.” Tim says, an almost plea breaking through his faked bravado.

This time when Damian looks back at him, it’s not fear or hurt or pain he sees, but a quiet sense of determination. It’s shaky and still uncertain, but it eases something within Tim. “So what do you say?” He asks again just to make sure.

The kid nods. “Very well Drake. You have yourself a deal.”

Tim grins and Damian, well Damian smiles just the tiniest bit and for the first time in days, Tim feels as if something broken in his heart has finally been put back together again.

It’ll work out in the end. Tim wouldn’t let it end any other way.

The End

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betwecouldmakesome · 4 years ago

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#yes im making another one of these posts that i only talk in the tags so people can just scroll by and so people can't reblog #but like im really going through it #i left work 2 hours into my shift bc my brother's girlfriend cheated and broke up with him and left #and he just tried to kill himself like a month ago #so i spent the day there #and now im going home and im just dreading tomorrow bc if i wake up and he's dead I'll never be able to forgive myself #but he told me to leave bc he's going to bed soon #and i didnt want to push and i don't know what to do #suicide tw #naomi talks

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angstyx · 2 years ago

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ayup

i was watching the clip of tommy calling wilbur wilby so i had an idea

can I request wilbur x platonic!teen!reader in which reader accidentally calls wilbur wilby on stream?

Wilby

CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 240+ words

Summary: You accidentally call Wilbur the wrong name and it causes chaos

TW: cursing, shouting

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: um well im back 💀 after like idk months of not posting here's a new piece of writing

lol tell me if my writing got worse or not

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"Hey, Wilby? Can you-" You immediately realize your mistake and unfortunately WIlbur heard it before you could correct yourself. "Did you just call me Wilby?" You freeze as you quickly laugh to cover your slip up. "What no- I don't know what you're talking about, WIlbur-" "You just called me wilby I heard it. Chat you heard it as well right?"

You groan in despair as you see chat agreeing with him, seeing yes's flood the chat. A donation soon pops up and you can't help but laugh when you read it.

❝[username] donated $10: someone clip that❞

❝[username] donated 500 bits: yesss❞

"NO CHAT DON'T PLEASE MY STREAMING CAREER WILL BE RUINED."

❝[username] donated $5: y/n i'm praying that you don't wake up tomorrow with people sending you clips of you saying wilby❞

"You're jinxing it!" You say in disbelief, making Wilbur laugh. "Wilbur, I didn't call you that at all, I swear." "You're lying, I literally heard it, and chat heard it too. I bet there are multiple clips of it right now."

That probably was true but you decided not to think about that. "Wow thanks for telling me that. Speaking of clips, I bet I'm going to see it all over my twitter home page the second i open the app."

"OH SO YOU DO ADMIT THAT YOU DID SAY IT." "Wilbur literally shup the fuck up right now or I'll block you on all my socials."

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allbark-no-bite · 2 years ago

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homeward.

bradley bradshaw x reader (wc: 3.5k)

summary: when a random phone call from Rooster turns your world upside down, you begin to worry what life is going to be like once Rooster is home after his discharge

warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, implied smut so I would say 18+

author’s note: i genuinely have no clue when i started this bc it was so long ago. anyhow, I hope you all enjoy!

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I will never not race to the phone when it rings at an ungodly hour of the night. My heart will never cease skipping happily when Rooster's deep, rumbling voice transfers over the crappy naval base service line as soon as it connects. He will never fail to ask me how I'm doing, even though I should be the one asking because he's thousands of miles away fighting in god knows where. Today's call is no different, but it is in so many ways.

Rooster doesn't speak immediately like he usually does, blurting out 'hey baby' before I can blink. There are a few uneven breaths on the line and I have to provide a meek 'hello?' before Rooster even speaks. I dismiss it though. He must be tired.

“Hey, [Y/n]." Not baby. Not darling. Not Mrs. Bradshaw. [Y/n]. But it's fine. He's just tired.

“Hi, baby... how are you?" I prompt after what seems like an eternity.

Rooster answers too quickly this time to be 'just tired'.

“Good. Good. Fine."

My mouth runs dry. Something's off.

“Babe, are you sur-"

“I need you to meet Maverick at the airport tomorrow."

Alarm passes though me and my heart thumps dangerously fast. Maverick is supposed to be stationed with Rooster for the next few months, so why would Maverick be on the next flight to California? Why him and not Rooster?

“What? Is everything okay? Are you okay?" I question in slight alarm.

“Nothing's wrong. Everything is fine," Rooster quietly reassures me from his side of the line. And then he pauses again for a moment.

But are you fine? I want to scream, but I know that freaking out will only delay Rooster's explanation.

I have learned that he needs more space than he used to. I have to be patient nowadays, like waiting for a call that might not come until two weeks later, or for him to come around after a particularly bad nightmare. Those seem to happen so frequently now that I'll wake up moments before Rooster does, ready to pull him back to reality and hold him until he stops shaking.

“Rooster?"

I can hear the soft tinkling of metal clinking together, and in my gut, I know that something is definitely wrong. Rooster plays with his dog tags when he's anxious. I can picture him dressed in his uniform, hunched over a bunk with the phone pressed to his ear, his free hand fiddling with the identification tags and the gold ring on his finger scraping against the metal.

“So when do you think you're—"

“My plane went down. They're sending me home," he interrupts me, saying it so quickly that he must have thrown away the whole rehearsed speech he undoubtedly had planned in a mere second's panic.

I panic. Like drop the glass I'm holding and grip the phone with both hands kind of panic.

“Bradley! Christ, are you kidding me?! Are you okay?! What happened?!" A million panic-filled questions erupt from my mouth all at once as I sand in the kitchen, glass shattered at my feet, frozen.

“I'm fine, I swear, but I've gotta go, babe." He can hear him swallow thickly across the line. "I love you—"

“Bradley wait—"

“Bye," and then the line clicks off, and we're disconnected. The click sounds so final, as if he hasn't simply just hung up the phone, but ceased to exist entirely.

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Heavy breathing bounces off the walls in our shared flat. Deep growls and moans slips under the cracks of the closed door and echo throughout the room. To the neighbors a floor up, it sounds like horny teenagers fucking like animals until the sun comes up. And there may be just a little bit of truth to that, but tonight it's a bit more than just fucking. It's two people making love to each other for quite possibly the last time in a long time. Because you see, he's going to war.

“Fuck," Rooster whispers against my shoulder, biting down hard. His perfect pearly teeth scrape against my skin as he grinds his hips into me. My finger tips hold on to the hair at the nape of his neck, caressing his sandy brown hair, bleached from one too many days at the beach. Our bodies slide together like two pieces of a puzzle that click into place so perfectly. Sweat drips off the bridge of Rooster's nose and slides between the dimples of his shoulder blades. The pair of dog tags that he never takes off hangs from a chain around his neck.

"I-I think you're a bit rusty," I breathe out, just to tease him, because god, I doesn't think he's ever been this into it. Rooster was, of course, incredible in the bedroom, but tonight was different. He seemed so desperate to prove something, pressing me against the wall and kissing me hard as soon as we had returned from my parents house, his hands freely roaming places that would have made me blush anywhere other than in our own home.

Just to spite me, Rooster thrusts his hips extra hard into me, sending me gasping and clawing at his back.

"You dog," I laugh out breathily out once I've recovered, my breath tickling the shell of his ear. Just below it, on the pulse point of his neck, resides a purpling bruise.

To prove my point, Rooster bares his teeth with a grin, humor glimmering in his eyes as he releases a mockingly feral snarl at me. "You married it," he says smugly. My head falls back into the pillow with a laugh. Always such a goon.

Rooster slows his thrusts. From the tension in his muscles, I can tell he's doing his best not to finish then and there. I take my time to admire him, my heart swelling at the way his dark lashes rest against his cheeks tiredly and the blissful haze of his green eyes.

I find my release, and Rooster comes soon after, teeth bared against my flushed olive skin. We fall apart, and he rolls to the side to avoid crushing me as his weary muscles go lax. But it's not long until I feel him move again, the matters creaking beneath us. His finger traces the love bites spattering my skin, ghosting my neck and shoulders and collarbone.

This is the last night we have together, and I can tell he's reluctant to let go of me. I love this. Laying here with Rooster, sweaty and exhausted, but completely blissful. The silver moonlight outlines his frame, picking up every precious dip and curve from his shoulders to his thick thighs. If I could take this moment and freeze it to keep with me while he's millions of miles away, I would.

“Roo?"

He looks back up to my face, his eyes shamelessly having been wandering down the curve of my hips.

“Yeah?" He smiles up at me, but the grin quickly falls from his face when he realizes that it's not the moonlight making my eyes glisten. "No, babe, don't cry," he whispers, sitting up to hover over me and wipe the tears falling down my cheeks. "Please don't cry, baby."

Hot tears trail down and streak my flushed cheeks, leaving an terrible trembling aching in my chest where my heart should be filled with contentment after making love with my husband.

"Promise you'll come back home to me? Safely," I add, just incase someone in the clouds has other ideas in terms of back home.

The nagging thought has been running through my head for the past month, but I've dismissed it time and time again. Until now. Now that the thought can't be ignored. What if this is the time that he doesn't come back home. What if this is the time that I get two soldiers instead of one at my door; this time carrying a box of belongings and a flag, pressed and folded into a neat triangle, with nothing to offer but condolences.

"I'm going to come back home. Alive," Rooster says firmly, as if reading my thoughts. "You hear me?" He asks me again, his voice not wavering in the slightest.

"Yeah, I hear you, Roo."

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A week after I gets Rooster's call, a week after seven days of terrible uncertainty, the U.S. Navy contacts me. They arrange for me to pick up Rooster under what they called a 'indeterminate discharge'. When I ask for details, the information becomes classified. So now I'm sitting in one of his stupid Hawaiian shirts at gate F3 of the U.S. airport, waiting to meet with Maverick, who is supposedly accompanying Rooster on the flight home.

My heart beats at an unnatural pace as I wait for the plane to come around. I shouldn't be this nervous. He told me he was fine, but the phone call this morning left me with more questions than answers, even more worried than ever. He's coming home and that's all that matters, I keep thinking. Whatever it is, we can handle it.

"[Y/n]? I'd recognize that shirt anywhere."

A man dressed in a khaki colored Navy uniform and dark shades approaches me, smiling warmly as we make eye contact. After all these months, Maverick was a sight for sore eyes. I jump up out of my seat to embrace him. His arms wrap around me firmly, hugging me in a way that only Maverick could, holding on to me the way I've needed to be held for months.

“Where is he, Mav?" I rush out, too worried about Rooster to excuse my lack of a formal greeting. The senior pilot sighs, releasing me from his arms.

“He wouldn't get on the plane when they did priority boarding, so he'll be the last to get off," Maverick says, shaking his head. "So I figured I'd come out and prepare you since he probably didn't tell you anything."

I nod, confirming his assumption, and take a deep breath in to steady myself.

Maverick gestures for me to sit down in one of the airport chairs, and he follows suit after me. "It's not good," he begins. "His plane was caught in the jet wash during a training exercise and one of his engines blew. I kept telling him to eject but he wanted to save the plane. By the time he gave up, he had waited too late. Thankfully he went down in the water—on land it would have killed him—but he's still pretty tore up."

I sit there, listening with my palm over my mouth as Maverick goes over some other details of what caused the crash to happen and a bunch of other shit that Bradley would probably be able to explain to me. But of course, he's unavailable at the moment.

"Damn you, Bradshaw. You always have to be the hero," I whisper quietly. Wringing my hands together, I stand up, looking through the crowd of people disembarking from the plane. When I don't see him, I begin to wonder if I'll even recognize him.

Maverick smiles halfheartedly, his eyes crinkling empathetically behind his dark sunglasses. "I know I’m supposed to tell you that it gets easier, and it might, but first it’s going to be hard. Just give him a few days to adjust to civilian life again."

I nod. Coming home after months of deployment was always a transition for Rooster. It always took him a while to realize that he didn't have to wake up at 4 am or fix the bed perfectly every morning. We could never play news radio stations because they sounded too much like radio intercepts.

Many nights we laid in bed and never went to sleep because his internal clock was so off that his body simply couldn't shut down. It wouldn't be until days later that he finally crashed, sleeping for days afterwards. I knew hard. I could deal with hard.

As Maverick predicts, Rooster is the last to get off the plane. Dressed in his typical tan uniform, he looks beyond tired, exhausted really. His shoulders droop and his feet move impossibly slow. He keeps one arm wrapped around his side, as each breath looks painful. Slowly yellowing, purple bruising lines the underside of his jaw and most of the right side of his face. A gash on his cheek bone is held together by an adhesive bandage.

Something deep within my chest trembles with hurt, and I want nothing more than to take him into my arms and never let go, never let anything hurt him again. Maverick's hand catches my elbow before I can run up to him. "Easy," he murmurs. "Take a breath."

I suck in a deep breath per his directions, and the ache subsides a little; enough for me to compose myself before Rooster reaches us.

If I thought he looked bad earlier, it's even worse up close. The right side of his jaw is swollen and puffy, and I can see the marks against his face from where he probably smashed it against the inside of the cockpit. Two of the fingers on the hand that is clutching his side are purple and swollen as well, likely broken. But I put on a brave face and smile anyhow, refusing to let him see the fear that I'm harboring inside.

"Hey, Roo," I breath out quietly, as though if I spoke any louder, I'd somehow hurt him.

"I ever tell you, you look good in my shirt?"

A pained, but very Rooster-like smile appears on his face, and I break. I fly at him, my sneakers squeaking against the airport floor, and latch my arms around his neck. I can tell that maybe that wasn't the best idea, because he grunts, letting out a puff of air as he releases his side to catch me, wrapping the better arm around my waist. But he doesn't let go, his fingers digging into my side so that I don't fall.

"You scared the shit out of me," I whisper, my voice taunt in his ear.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry."

From over his shoulder, I can see Maverick smiling fondly at the pair of us. He nods, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other coming up in a soft wave as he dismisses himself, turning to leave to give us the moment we've waited so long for.

Thank you, I mouth to him.

Leaving the airport proves to be slightly difficult. I have to help Bradley into the passenger side of the car, allowing him to lean against my side as he gets his footing. And may I say, that man is heavy. His time on the base had leaned him out for sure, but what was left was 170 lbs of pure muscle.

The car ride home is so quiet that I find myself waiting for Bradley to start singing to the radio like he always does, and I'd laugh and poke fun at him about how off tune he is, when in reality, just like his dad, he truly does have a beautiful voice. But he doesn't, and I have to turn the radio off before my eyes start to tear up, and I wreck the both of us into a ditch.

He's been quite ever since we left the airport, just staring out listlessly at everything that we pass by. Quietly, Bradley offers me his hand as I drive. I grab it and he squeezes it reassuringly from across the console. I'm going to be okay, is what he means to say but doesn't.

I need him to say we’re going to be okay.

Because I don’t think I can do it. I can’t stand the silence, the uncertainty, the conversations we’re not having. The thought of becoming one of those military spouses who is simply a caregiver flashes through my mind. It’s a horrible and selfish thought. But I don’t think I could do it if I had to.

I need him to say we’re going to be okay.

When we pull up into the drive way of our apartment stationed on the base, it's the same slow process to get Bradley out of the car as it was to get him in. I'm out of breath by the time we get to the front door. Bradley smiles at me weakly as I fumble for the key, and I look away, swallowing back the lump in my throat. I jiggle the lock around and manage to crack the door open with one hand, the other one preoccupied with his rucksack.

In a flash, a blur of fur streaks past our legs, tearing through the nearly nonexistent crack in the door. Goose. I sigh. Why? Why do I own a cat again? The menace makes a mad dash into the house and disappears into a bedroom like it is no one's business. Bradley glances over at me, the smirk on his face that says it all.

Two years ago, after a particularly long deployment made the silence in our little flat unbearable, I made the impulsive decision to visit a shelter downtown. "I didn't mean to actually adopt anything," I had sworn to Bradley when he came home to find what looked like an overgrown cotton ball lounging on our mattress. He was even more unimpressed upon discovering what I had named it.

"Goose? You named the cat Goose?" He had repeated lamely, arms crossed in front of his chest as he stood in the middle of our bedroom.

In my defense, I didn't know what I was getting into when I adopted the creature. At the shelter, he was no bigger than both my palms combined and gentle as could be. At home, he was an absolute terror. The cat ate electrical wires, puked just about everywhere, and would not hesitate to take a chunk out of your leg should you not scan your surroundings before passing by the couch. It was safe to say that Bradley and I lived in constant fear. All of these reasons were why he was banned to the outdoors the majority of the time.

Needing a moment to myself, "I'll get him," I sigh, and dump Bradley's bag just inside the door, following the cat in.

Exasperatedly, I make my way to the bedroom that I last saw Goose scramble into last. My bare feet brush against the charcoal grey carpet that adorns our bedroom, and I freeze once I pass through the doorway. My stomach drops.

The words, "Get. Out." barely seethe through my teeth before I'm grabbing hold of the creamy colored feline by his armpits and locking him out of the room. I don't even realize my hands are trembling until I pick up the now broken picture frame and cradle it to my chest. A few other items are scattered around the dresser, but none as worthy of my attention at the moment.

The glass is cracked across the frame and a sharp piece grazes my finger when I gently caress the photo. Through my frustration, I smile faintly. I remember taking this picture. There's a date on the back, July 24th.

Bradley is dressed so smartly in a black tux, his sandy brown curls tamed to perfection on top of his head, honey green eyes shining. He looks so boyish with that beaming grin on his face and his half grown mustache. He hadn't fully committed to it yet back then.

I'm in the dress, the one I absolutely had to have. Long sleeves of sheer white lace adorn my arms, the front dipping down into a low v, and layers upon layers to make up the train. It was everything I had wanted and more. I don't think Bradley took his eyes off me the entire ceremony.

In the photo, his arms are wrapped around my waist, cheek is pressed to mine, his barley there mustache brushing my skin, that much is evident from the look of laughter that is about to erupt based on the expression on my face.

Married straight out of high school, we were so in love.

Immediately, I wonder to myself how selfish I could possibly be, regretting all the awful thoughts from earlier. It was Bradley and I against the world. We had to be okay.

Wiping away the wetness from my eyes, the escaped cat forgotten, I sniff and stand up from where I was crouched in our bedroom. I find Rooster slouched at the kitchen table, his gaze seemingly fixed on nothing in particular, lost in thought. The chair drags against the floor as I pull it out to sit in front of him. Slowly, he shifts his gaze to mine, and we sit there, staring at each other.

You can put your strength down. You don’t need to say anything.

“We’re—“ his voice cracks, breaking into the silence just as I speak to stop him.

“I know,” I say. “We’re going to be okay.”

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