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7brownsuga7 · 1 year ago

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Can you write a fanfic of yandere jk or taehyung with reader as their daughter in law whose husband can't get her pregnant because he is suffering from Azoospermia (low sperm count) but their family is really strict about continuing their family line, as he is their only son so jk or tae decided to take matter into their own hand. Please consider this!! I am really looking forward to it.

Hey!! Omg I found writing this so fun, I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it! I couldn’t decide on Jk or Tae lol I’m indecisive as fuck.

Tae|JK

Word count: 2k +

Genre + warnings: smut drabble- minors DNI. Smut, angst, unprotected sex, breeding, daddy kink, yandere, infidelity, taboo, forceful, dominance, praise kink, he kind of takes advantage of her??? But consensual

Updated: pt.2 here

“Shhh, you’re doing good sweetheart”

You would have never thought you’d hear those words come out of your father-in-laws mouth, matter of fact you never thought he’d be fucking you in the same room you share with your husband.

When your husband told you about his situation, you couldn’t help but to feel overwhelmed with so many emotions. You sat on your bed crying your eyes out at the situation you and your husband were in. Although it was a personal situation between you and your husband, it also meant that his family line had a low chance of continuing, and you knew how strict his parents were about that. You was currently somewhat home alone, your husband having stormed out and wanting some alone time and his mother out for a dinner with her friends. His father was probably somewhere in his office like he is most of the time.

You muffle your cry with your hand, tears staining your burgundy night dress as you lay back and let your cries sing you to sleep.

During the night after a long and stressful phone call with his son does your father-in-law walk into your room to see you asleep in your dress, bare thighs exposed for his wondering eyes to see. His cock hardens just from the sight of your ass peaking out from under your dress.

You look so innocent and sad. Hurt and lonely. If only you knew of the things he could provide for you. He’d never let you lay here alone, tears staining your cheeks.

He was already furious with his son, yes the situation not being his son’s fault at all, but now he had to take things into his own hands for the sake of continuing his family line. He would never admit it was also a reason to fuck you. Something he’s been longing for since his son brought you to their home. He had an infatuation with you. He’d touch himself just thinking about your pussy wrapped around his cock. The fact that you was so innocent and oblivious to his intentions made him all the more crazed. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to fuck you, it was a miracle waiting to happen.

He reaches the bed, your below him unaware of his cock that hardens in his black slacks. His large hand caresses your leg, feeling the goosebumps that appear instantly. He smiles when your eyes flutter open, his hand coming up to your cheek to softly stroke it.

“I’m here” he coos, sitting down next to you on the bed.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do” you admit. Your eyes watering again just from the mention of the situation. You stare up at him with your wet eyelashes, and all he can think about is how you would look watching him as he shoves his cock down your throat. He knew he’s being insensitive towards the situation, but he can’t help himself to think these thoughts when he’s around you.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll sort it out” you sniff at his reassuring words. It’s as if you’re talking to your husband right now. The resemblance is so uncanny. The tears that stream down your face are wiped away by his fingers, his suggestive words of, “I know, I know” and “come here” calm you down a bit.

You scoot closer to him, unaware of his intentions as his hands creep up your dress towards your bare pussy. You sniff, holding back a moan as his fingers brush against your wet folds.

“Let me make everything better” his lips brush against your neck. You nod, biting your lip as his finger enters you.

So tight and wet, just as he expected.

His finger works its way in and out of you, his eyes on you as you continue to breathe heavily at the use of his fingers. As much as he wants to continue this, his main goal is to fuck you. To breed you matter of fact. He can’t wait to fill you up, to feel your bare pussy wrapped around his cock as he fucks you. He was pissed that his son had gotten to you first. But he’d be the actual one to breed you and that was more than he can ask for.

“Lay back for me love” he urges, too eager to stretch you out with his cock.

You comply, dress bunched up as you scoot back on the bed. His tall frame leaning over you as he watches you in awe. Your bare pussy open for him to see. It glistening under the dim bedroom lights from your wetness. What he would do to taste you, but he knows he has priorities. Hopefully another day.

His hand moves your legs apart, properly exposing you for his hungry eyes to see. He eagerly unbuckles his belt and allows his cock to breathe from the tight space it was in in his slacks.

He strokes his cock along your folds, collecting your juices before he lets his tip enter your tight pussy. It’s like the air is sucked out of you when the rest of his big, hard cock enters you. Stretching you out just like he wanted. It pushes into you and you lay there wondering how much more of him is left, you can barely take what is left inside you.

Tight.

So tight.

Every inch that pushes into you, stretches you out so gracefully you’re a whimpering mess. He grabs your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed. His strokes becoming more hard and fast as you adjust to his size.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long” he coos.

He can’t believe how good you feel. Your walls closing around him with every stroke. Your tight walls gripping around him has him ready to risk it all. He never knew just how addicting you could be. He’s so eager to fuck you. As each whimper leaves your lips, his hips move at a more forceful speed. He’s unable to hold himself back and he’s not even ashamed of it. He’s not sure if this is the only time he’ll get to fuck you so he wants to make the most out of it before this night comes to an end.

“Shhh, you’re doing good sweetheart”

Your breasts fight to spill out of your dress as his thrusts cause your body to jolt.

You cry.

You cry because of the sting you feel caused by his cock stretching you out. The pleasure you feel making it almost unbearable for you to take any more. His strokes so precise and officiant that your moans turn into cries all together.

You cry because you feel guilty, but it’s too good to stop now.

He sees you cry and wonders why. He’s aware that he’s taken advantage of your weakness, you being fragile has allowed him to take advantage of this situation, and he’s happy that he did. His dreams and fantasies coming true.

“It’s okay, daddy’s got you”

His thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away your tears before he leans down and grabs your thighs, lifting you up with his cock still inside you.

“Please ugh” you choke out as his hands grip onto your ass, lowering you down his long hard length. You try to lift yourself up, unable to take him, but he just lowers you back down at a quicker speed.

“P-please I can’t” his cock continues to penetrate you which leaves you gasping for air, tears still running down your cheeks as he completely takes over.

Your pussy is soaking, running down your thigh and onto his pelvis. The slushing sounds you create prove that.

“Look at how you take my cock so well” his neck bends down slightly to capture your breast in his mouth as he sucks on it. You let out a moan, your pussy clenching around him causing his moves to falter.

“Fuck you’re so tight” he nips at your nipple which causes you to yelp in surprise, especially when he slaps your ass.

He throws you back on the bed. Your dress barely covering your body anymore as your breast spill out from it, the dress bunched up around your waist exposing your lower half to him. You’re a panting mess, not knowing what he’s going to do next as he slowly walks over to the bed, dark eyes watching you like you’re his prey.

“Lay on your stomach and arch your back for me princess”

If only he could have you in every position known to man, he would in a heartbeat. He wants to fuck you in every position his son has had you in. However, time is of the essence.

But when you lay before him, face down ass up, your head resting on your silk bed cover and hands placed helplessly in front of you as he enters you from behind, does he battle with himself to risk everything. Your bare pussy and ass exposed for him to see, and oh was it a sight. He’d only imagined what you’d look like bent over for him, but now he has the honor of having you for the night. His strokes are slow and precise. He’s managing to hit every spot so gracefully it already has your knees ready to give out. His large hands rest on each side of your ass, guiding your ass towards his hard length.

You whimper when he enters you again and again with more force. The way his fingers dance along your bare back have your toes curling and you wonder if you’ll be able to recover from tonight. He readjusts your dress so that it slightly covers your ass, but it only slides back down your back with every move he makes. The way you feel wrapped so tightly around him has him ready to risk it all, your juices coating his cock with every stroke while you grip around him.

“You’re such a good girl, hmm?” He bites his bottom lip as he watches his cock go in and out of you, your pussy gripping onto him in ways that make his head spin. His cock can’t even go all the way in, he chuckles to himself at the thought of you whimpering when he hasn’t even got all of him in you. Your moans and whimpers are like music to his ears, encouraging him to fuck you recklessly.

“Such a good girl letting daddy fuck you like this”.

Your arms stretch out in front of you grasping onto your covers in a somewhat pathetic attempt to relieve yourself from his thrusts. You try to escape, moving your hips forward but with his firm grip on your hips, you’re not going anywhere.

“Don’t run, show me that you can take it”

You’re sensitive and overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you’re receiving, with the added force it’s a whole new experience for you. You’ve never been fucked like this, even by your husband. You’re unsure if you should even be thinking about him right now with his father fucking you as recklessly as this.

Your moans are muffled by the bed covers , your grip on them tightening as you can feel him in your stomach. Your orgasm is quickly approaching with each thrust. It’s when he grunts and slaps your ass that has you weak, but when he rubs your puckered hole with his thumb, that’s when you lose what’s left of your composure. You start mumbling your words, edging further and further up the bed as you try to escape his cock that continuously rams into you. Pussy clenching as your orgasm subsides, you yelp out when you become overly sensitive.

“Please please please, i”

He pushes you down by your back, forcing you to lay on your stomach, his hand grabs your hips adjusting them so your ass is slightly up. You’re silent as he slowers his pace, providing you with slow strokes that have you lost for words. You’re sure you’re going to cum again. He watches as his cock disappears in you. He can watch you take him all day.

“You’re so wet sweetheart, look at you” you feel his hands grabbing your wrists and holding them in place as he is positioned on top of you, him sliding into you from behind. You’re so fucked out you can’t utter a full sentence, just mumbles and whimpers. He’s so big and he’s stretching you out completely. You’re tired and are surprised that you’re able to take him let alone take him for this long. You collapse on the bed, knees giving out causing you to be laid flat out on the bed. He holds his cock, guiding it in and out of you, watching as your juices mix with your cream coating the base of his cock.

“Fuck y/n” he looks up at the ceiling trying to prolong his orgasm that he knows is approaching. He doesn’t want this to end just yet, but the way you lay in-front of him, your sensitive pussy stretching around him, he knows he’s close.

You both continue in that position, his grunts continuing as he uses both arms to keep himself up. A slap to your ass is delivered before he tells you to turn around. You comply chest rising as you watch him guide his cock along with your entrance. He watches you with low eyes, as you watch him back. Your breaths in sync as you wait for him to slide it back in. And he does, so slowly it’s almost agonising. You both watch as he enters you, you can’t believe how big he is. He stops when he’s mostly inside of you, his hand holding the rest of his length as he guides it in and out. He closes his eyes for a moment, unable to watch your eyes and your lips and the way your face is still stained in tears. You’re intoxicating.

He lifts your legs up so they are both in the air, allowing him more excess to your pussy. What a sight it is, the way it’s swollen and glistens before him. The way it wraps around him so perfectly he’s sure your pussy was made just for him.

He watches you with so much intensity that your eyes flutter closed. “Open them for me, I want you to watch” you nod watching him before you look down and watch each thrust.

You know he’s close when his thrust become more intense, he shoves his cock deep inside you not caring about your sensitivity. His skin collides with yours, creating no room for you to escape his thick length. You can’t believe that your orgasm is approaching again, you don’t know how much more you can take, you’re already fucked out.

His eyes never leave yours, the intensity and lust behind them, and the way he’s buried deep inside you causes shivers to run down your spine as your legs shake. “Good girl, let it out, let it out” he coos as he strokes your cheek.

It all becomes too much for you, your words and breath stuck in your throat. You feel everything so intensely.

“Shh, you got it. Im almost there”

And with a few more strokes, he is because you feel his cock twitch and a warm liquid engulf you. “Fuuuck”. He continues for a moment, riding out his orgasm. Eventually he pulls out, and you both watch as his load drips out from inside of you. He hold his dick in his hand and allows his red sensitive tip to rub against your hole, his cum coating his tip. “Look at that” he smirks.

“I told you I’d make everything better”

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eunoiaflow3r · 2 years ago

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mine - ron weasley x reader

requests open

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warning(s): language, smut

word count: 1.9k

request(ed): fic where you saw ron and Hermione getting too close so you got mad and he was angry at you and gave you a punishment + Can you do anthor ron fic where the reader got jelly because she saw hermione and ron get close so she ignores him and he gets angry and puts her in her palce

summary: Y/N gets jealous and Ron has his way of reassuring her…characters 17+

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You weren’t even the one to notice it at first. Luna was at your side while you two studied on the lawn. There was a quiz in herbology and you desperately needed her help.

“They seem quite close.” Luna comments. You follow her eyes across the way to see Ron leaning against a pillar and Hermione in front of him holding her books and laughing at a joke he undoubtedly told. He smiled brightly and you watched as she leant out her arm to touch his.

Your heart kind of dropped but then you reminded yourself that they were friends. Just friends, and you didn’t need to worry.

At dinner you sat next to him and he pressed a kiss to your cheek and had his hand on your thigh as you two ate. You talked about your day and everything was pretty normal and you forgot what happened earlier - it became irrelevant, until the next day.

You didn’t see Ron at breakfast…or Hermione. Harry told you that they were in the hall studying for his test and normally it wouldn’t bother you except for the visuals you had of them yesterday. You trusted the both of them, sure, but it didn’t stop an insecurity from growing. You aren’t the type to compare yourself to another girl, but you can admit that his recent actions are hitting some kind of nerve.

———

“Hello Y/N!”

“Hi Y/N!”

Fred and George came over so that you were sat in the middle of them. You were on the couch in the Gryffindor common room writing a letter to your parents.

“Hey George, Fred. What are you guys up to?”

“Bored.” Fred answers.

“Are you doing anything interesting ?” George asks.

“Just writing.” You say.

You talk to them for a while until you all looked towards the portrait as it opened. You heard giggling and waited to see who would come out - Ron and Hermione. They both carried snacks and shared a bag of crisps.

“Hmmm.” Fred hummed.

“Hmmm indeed. They look cozy.” George whispered.

They both got up at the same time and rubbed Ron’s head as they left - probably to cause trouble somewhere. Hermione waved to you before going into her room, and Ron sat in the seat next to you, offering his crisps. You decline and feel yourself become stiff.

“Missed you today.” he says, going in to kiss your neck.

You move slightly so he doesn’t get the chance. “Where were you?”

He looks confused for a second at your movement but doesn’t comment. “With Hermione…and Harry. I’m sorry I’ve been distracted today.”

You hum. “Okay. I’m going to bed.”

“Already? It’s not even late yet.”

“I’m tired Ronald. Goodnight.”

You never called him by his full name but you must admit you were irritated. Yes he’s allowed to spend time with his friends, he doesn’t have to be around you 24/7…but them being so close just made you feel weird.

The next morning you woke up late…barely slept - tossing and turning thinking about Ron and Hermione. It made you sick to your stomach how seeing the two of them made you feel. And how could you even say anything? You would seem like a bad girlfriend if you brought it up. So you wouldn’t.

When you arrived at breakfast you saw Hermione next to Ron and Harry across from Ron. Hermione was stealing food off of Ron’s plate and he would pinch her every time she tried causing her to giggle. You couldn’t watch. It just seemed so flirty to you and you couldn’t stand it.

You decided to sit next to Blaise, as you haven’t caught up with him in a while. Yes he was friends with Draco and Pansy, sworn enemies to your friends but Blaise didn’t care about any of that. You two have been close since childhood. You told him what was troubling you (quiet enough so that Draco and Pansy couldn’t hear) and he told you that your feelings were valid. That Ron seemed good enough but his actions can definitely seem off putting.

———

Across the hall Ron watched as you sat next to Blaise and began to talk. He was aware of yours and his relationship but he didn’t understand why you’d rather sit next to Blaise than him. He was also confused as to why you were late to breakfast and short with him last night. It wasn’t until he saw Blaise whisper something into your ear that made you giggle that made him angry.

“Why is Y/N sitting over there?” Ron asked no one in particular.

Harry turned and saw and so did Hermione.

“That’s strange,” she commented. “I haven’t seen her much at all these past few days actually do you think she’s been with him?”

Ron didn’t like that comment. He wasn’t jealous, no, but it did irk him a bit. He’s been with Hermione and Harry…does that mean she’s been with Blaise?

When he saw you in the hall a few hours later he tried coming up and talking to you but you just gave him a quick look and walked away. That pissed him off. Now he realized what you were doing was intentional. He just couldn’t figure out why.

It happened again during your last class which you conveniently had together - you avoided him. Made sure that you always seemed to be busy in conversation with someone else so that he would look like the asshole if he interrupted. You were being coy and he knew it.

———

You had managed to ignore Ron all day. That was Blaise’a advice. Yes, it was petty, but you were mad. Give him a taste of his own medicine. It hurt because you missed him, and you thought about how this might push Ron towards Hermione more but if Ron didn’t notice your absence then you shouldn’t be together.

You sat in the common room, playing a game with Luna when Ron made his way over.

He leans down so that his lips are next to your ear.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You roll your eyes.

“And so what if I have? Didn’t think you’d notice anyway.”

He clenched his jaw and didn’t say anything for a moment. You got nervous but continued your game.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’m playing this -“

“Y/N.”

And that’s all it took. You followed him into his room and watched as he cast a spell to lock the door. You took a seat on his bed and watched as he took his robes off and began loosening his tie.

“So what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You say.

“Don’t say that. I know it’s something, don’t lie to me.”

You cross your arms and stare at the floor.

“If you can hang out with your…friend…Then I should be able to hang out with mine, right?”

Ron took a moment to thing as he leaned against his dresser so that he was sitting on it. Then it clicked for him. Hermione. Blaise.

He grinned, but you could tell he wasn’t happy.

“So, you see Hermione and I together, and instead of communicating your feelings, you decide to make me jealous and angry by hanging out and flirting with Blaise?”

“I wasn’t trying to - wasn’t trying to make you jealous. I went to him for advice.”

He shakes his head. “What I’m hearing is you don’t trust me. Don’t trust me enough be loyal and respect your, our, boundaries.

I don’t want anyone but you, and I thought we were on the same page. I love you. Don’t want anyone but you, wouldn’t even dare look at anyone else the way I look at you. You should feel comfortable enough to talk to me when you’re feeling some kind of way.”

You were silent. He was right. You should have just talked to him. He would have understood.

“I’m sorry.” You say.

He nods towards his bed. “Undress please.” he comes closer as you do. “Obviously I have to show you to trust me.”

You have to admit, you were excited, but nervous.

He moves you up so that your head was on his pillows and he was in between your legs. He leans down so that his lips were right above yours and waits until you make the first move. You lift your chin up and he kisses you, hard, and passionately. His hand makes his way up to your neck and squeezes gently which makes you moan into his mouth. When he takes his hand away you whine until he pulls away and pulls your arms so that they’re above your head.

He removes his tie and ties your wrists to the headboard.

“Ron, please…”

He knew you loved to touch. Loved your fingers in his hair or on his back, around his neck. He was taking that privilege away and kissing down your neck. He took a moment to take one of your nipples into his mouth while he massaged the other. When he was done, he switched sides until finally he was ready to leave more wet kisses down your body.

When he got to just below your belly button he took his thumb to rub at your clit. You moaned and tried to pull your arms away from the headboard. You wanted to touch, so bad.

“Ron, oh God.” You whined.

He kept rubbing as he back up so that he was on his stomach, arms positioned under your legs, hands on your breasts, and face near your heat.

He leans down and licks a stripe up until he gets to your clit - there he sucks until your moans turn into pleads.

You try to close your legs or move but he holds them apart as he continues the pressure against your clit. He brings his middle and ring finger to your mouth and tells you to suck while he starts to flick his tongue against you. Once he’s satisfied he brings his fingers down to gently press against your entrance.

Ron puts one finger in and you moan.

“Ron! Please, please, please, more.”

“You think you deserve more baby?” He moans into you. “Think your pussy deserves to cum tonight?”

Your whine is nearly a cry. You’re just wishing and hoping he adds another finger.

“Tell me who I belong to Y/N. Let me hear you say it.”

“Mmmm. You belong to me Ron please, more.”

“I belong to you hmmm? Say it louder, I wanna believe it.”

“Fuck, Ron, You’re mine Ron please, please, please.”

He adds another finger, and continues a steady rhythm while pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“And you belong to me baby. You’re all mine, and you’re gonna gonna cum on my fingers, okay? Want you to cum for me, can you do that?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes please Ron I wanna cum for you.”

He brings his tongue back to your pussy and begins licking your clit fast while pushing his fingers in and out of you curving them slightly as to hit your g-spot.

“I’m close Ron, fuck! I’m close, I’m close, I’m close.”

Ron practically grins against your pussy and goes faster.

“You’re close? Cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy, wanna taste you on my tongue.”

He continues and you fight against the restraint as you moan loudly and cum. Your fingernails were dug into your palms and there were nearly tears in your eyes. You felt so good. He made you feel so good.

He got up so that he could untie you.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was anyone’s but yours. No one can ever compare to you. You’re forever mine, and I’m eternally yours.”

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The End😭 Goodnight y’all. I suck at endings.

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sl-vega · 8 months ago

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✧.* DREAMS LOST, LOVE FOUND

pairing: Chigiri Hyouma x [IDOL!] Reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint, oneshot, strangers to lovers, strangers to friends to lovers, pre-bluelock au, canon compliant

synopsis: in which two former geniuses bond over their potentially lost dreams (or in which two strangers develop feelings by making fun of cheesy news articles about themselves)

CW: potentially ooc chigiri, possible innaccuracies with vocal chord paralysis conditions/symptoms

"(Y/N) (L/N): A Bright Star that Burned out too Quickly"

"Idol (Y/N) Retiring?!"

"ASRUN's (L/N)'s Career Over?! Get the latest scoop now!"

You scrolled through the magazines in the waiting room. So many cheesy tabloids talking about your latest concert, and possibly last. You froze up on stage, and your voice just didn't work. The gossip columns came up with so many reasons, ranging from fairly possible to completely bizarre. But they all seemed to come to the same conclusion.

Your career was over.

Ended, finished, decimated, completely and utterly over.

And deep down, you knew that. The doctors said that there was a chance that you could recover, even if it didn't occur naturally, surgery was always an option.

You had recently been diagnosed with vocal chord paralysis, which prohibited your ability to talk and sing. And no singing meant no concerts.

No concerts meant no more performing.

No more performing meant that you couldn't be an idol anymore.

You were told your worsened condition had something to do with your hectic rehearsal schedule, and how you pushed yourself to the point of self-harm during practice. Suzuki, the nurse that had been assigned to assist you, insisted that you come to the clinic for weekly check-ups and vocal warm ups.

Your agency managed to fund all of this because they wanted you back performing with the rest of your group members as soon as possible.

But you weren't sure if you could even continue to perform. You could deny it all you wanted, but you weren't in shape to be an idol anymore.

So here you are, rotting in a waiting room, waiting for your parents to come and get you. Once a musical sensation, once hailed as the pride of the idol industry.

Now I'm nothing more than a helpless patient.

You leaned back in your chair, a random sports article in your hand. You hadn't paid any mind to what it was about when you picked it up, all you knew was that it wasn't about you and your doomed career, and that was all you needed.

But your parents weren't coming anytime soon, and you needed to kill some time, so reading a couple pages wouldn't hurt. You glanced at the front cover. It appeared to be some local newspaper that covered soccer teams in the prefecture.

"Chigiri Hyouma: The Red Leopard!"

The front page had those words printed out in a vibrant pink font. You snorted, it would be one thing if this was about some world-class pro, but all this fuss over a high school kid? The picture on the front page wasn't the best either, it was a blur of bright red hair and you could make out what seemed to be a jersey.

But you couldn't discern a clear image of his face though. So naturally, out of curiosity, you had to flip the page.

Chigiri Hyouma huh? You heard that name mentioned somewhere before. You remembered passing by a few girls a couple of months ago that couldn't seem to shut up about him.

Please, he's probably just some amateur that happens to be somewhat good looking, there's no way he's actually all that-

But, it certainly wouldn't hurt to read about him a little more...

And so you did just that, flipping to the next page due to your insatiable curiosity about this Chigiri fellow.

Let's see what you're all about Mr. Red Leopard-

You finally flipped the page not expecting much, but then you were greeted by a very flattering image of the very subject that peaked your interest.

Holy fuck he's really pretty

Luscious red locks, bright pink eyes that you could get lost in, gentle, feminine features yet he still looked so god damn handsome?!

Your eyes widened as a blush crept up to your face. What was this guy doing playing soccer?! He could've easily been a model, or an idol, or a movie star, you weren't even that pretty what the actual fu-

You had to stop your train of thought. You weren't seriously crushing on a photo of some stranger were you?

Yet, against your better judgment, you continued reading the article, it listed a few details such as his stats, position, and his high school among other.

You were consuming all of this information at an oddly fast rate. Why was this guy so captivating to you?

Before you knew it you had sped through the article. And you had somehow memorized everything on those few pages.

God, I'm pathetic...

You rubbed your temples and sighed, you put the article down, and you were about to read a different magazine about something other than your new found infatuation, but as your hand was about to reach to some political newspaper, your gaze quickly shifted to another photo of a familiar red head.

Another article about him?

Looks like someone's local celebrity...

You moved your hand away from the previous paper you were about to pick up, and you exchanged the current article in your hand for the other one about your newest subject of interest.

Surely one more magazine about him wouldn't hurt....

The front cover was a clearer photo of Chigiri, but it wasn't the happiest. It was a picture of him leaning against one of his teammates for support as they escorted him off the field.

"The Red Leopard's Career: OVER?!"

It was from the same local paper that you were reading earlier, seemed the editors had a soft spot for him.

"Chigiri Hyouma damages his leg in his most recent match?! Further statements are awaited from his family, could this be the end of the genius speedster?"

You sighed at the writer's attempt to dramatize the situation, surely Chigri was in pain. Having something you're so passionate about being taken away my your own physical limitations. You definitely knew the feeling.

The feeling of your dream being snatched right before your eyes. The feeling of a critical condition with some complicated-sounding name being the only thing keeping you away from your goal.

He's just like me...

Wait- what were you thinking? First you ogle at a bunch of photos at him, now you're coming up with a bunch of weird parasocial fantasies about how the two of you actually have some things in common?!

I need to get a grip...

You absentmindedly flipped to the next page of article, somewhere you had made peace in the back of your mind about your attraction to the boy. You were like some little school girl, crushing on some cute actor or model that you saw in fashion magazines.

Of course you were soon snapped out of that trance by an unfamiliar voice.

"Didn't know I was such a big deal that a world-class idol would be reading about me."

You lifted your head to the source of the voice, standing in front to you was a young man around your age leaning against a crutch.

Of course before you noticed any of that, you saw the same red hair, gorgeous pink eyes, and soft features that you had been religiously staring at for the past hour.

Holy shit it's actually him.

Holy shit, he knows who I am

HOLY SHIT CHIGIRI HYOUMA KNOWS WHO I AM-

You had a whirlwind of thoughts about the situation. And you had made a countless amount of observations about him. His hair was longer than it was in the pictures, he looked a lot leaner too, but taller as well.

You were probably shamelessly checking him out right about now, but who could blame you? If it wasn't for the crutch, and the evident exhaustion on his face, you would've thought he was an angel rather than a patient.

And so you did what you always did when confronted by an incredibly attractive person.

You panicked.

Am I checking him out? I'm probably checking him out, I should look away. But what if that's rude?! Should I continue making eye contact? Or should I avoid it?! WHY DIDN'T THEY TEACH ME HOW TO TALK TO BOYS WHEN I WAS A TRAINEE?!-

"It's rude to stare you know."

He had nonchalantly said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Oh god, even his voice was gorgeous

"Sorry..."

You muttered, looking down at the floor, averting his vivid eyes using any means necessary.

Great, now he probably thinks I'm a creep, nice going...

"Nah it's fine, sorry if I startled you when I came over, I recognized you 'cuz my sister's a fan, and you looked so engrossed in that article about me so I was pretty curious."

You simply muttered a quiet "Oh" in return.

Why am I like this?! He's trying to make an effort to talk to me, and I'm not even contributing at all!

He moved closer to you, he sat himself down on one of the seats close to you, and pulled out another sports magazine with his face on it.

"I never quite liked that one author that you're reading right now, has a habit of exaggerating the least important details and not giving the full story."

He handed the paper he was holding to you.

"This one's one of my personal favorites."

He smiled and handed the magazine to you. Your hands brushed, and you felt your heart skip a beat. His hands were really soft and gentle.

You took the article from his hand and opened it, your eyes greeted by a huge headlines in all caps; "Chigiri; RISING STAR OF THE FOOTBALL WORLD!"

You couldn't help but snort at the title, these editors were really something else.

"Cheesy I know, but it's better than most."

You giggled again, flipping through the pages of the booklet in your hands. You had pointed to a paragraphs that you had found amusing, to which Chigiri had said "Not everyone is a famous idol you know, some of us locals have to take whatever we can get!"

Next thing you knew, the two of you were talking like two old friends, giggling over silly comments and misconceptions that the media had about the two of you.

You didn't know how, but much time had passed, and quite frankly, you didn't care, Chigiri was charming, and rather fun to talk to.

Now, you were showing him a tabloid about some dating rumour about you and some model that your agency had done a collab with.

"Seriously? One slightly suggestive photo and now they think the two of you are hooking up? Wouldn't your managers be scrambling to cover that up? Doesn't it ruin your "idol" image or somethin'?"

"The higher ups at my job were trying to cover it up before realizing that this sort of publicity was actually pretty positive for my image."

You laughed as you pointed to a few more photos of you and said model. It was nice, being able to laugh about this with someone, it was nice, letting the pain go away, even for a little while. But, Chigiri was a lot more than just a distraction at this point.

Suddenly your phone buzzed.

"Sorry, let me check this real quick."

You took your phone out of your pocket, and it turned out that your father was outside of the clinic waiting for you. You tried to hide the disappointment on your face. You didn't want to leave just yet, not when you were finally making some progress with Chigiri.

But, your dad definitely wouldn't take it well if you wanted to stay out later with a boy, a new boy no less.

You sighed, shoving the device back into your pocket.

"I take it that you need to leave now?" Chigiri asked, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, or maybe you were just super delusional, but it almost sounded like he was disappointed that you had to leave.

"Yeah, sorry..."

"It was nice meeting you, by the way."

He held out his hand.

"Chigiri Hyouma, but you probably know that by now."

You were confused by the gesture at first, you certainly did know his name by now, so why was he doing this?

Oh right, I was too busy crushing on him, so we never formerly introduced ourselves...

You placed your hand in his, reciprocating the handshake.

"(L/N) (Y/N)."

He smiled as you got up, your hand still intertwined with his, you felt butterflies in your stomach, and you almost felt your heart jump out of your body."

You really have me under your spell, Chigiri Hyouma...

#chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma #bluelock x reader #bluelock x y/n #bluelock x you #bluelock #reader insert

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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The Curveball Part 2 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob got Molly's phone number, but he hesitated, and now it could cost him. When he finally manages to go on a date with her, he should have done a better job of preparing his heart. Because he's completely hooked on Molly, but he's not the only one.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, eventually 18+

Length: 5500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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When Bradley needed a few days off from tee ball to go to Lemoore, Bob was thankful that Molly's sister was able to step up as Team Mom and help him prepare for the game on Saturday morning.

It had been two days since he saw Molly. Two days since she kissed him goodnight in her car before he got into his truck and drove home with an erection. Two days since he managed to somehow not completely embarrass himself in front of his dream girl.

But now her phone number was burning a hole in his pocket. Bob wasn't smooth. He wasn't sure what he should do next. Maybe waiting to see if she showed up to another practice was his best bet? Or was he supposed to call her today? Was she at work at the hospital right now? Maybe he should text her first instead?

Flirting. Romance. Asking a girl out. He never did these things right. And Molly wasn't just someone random girl that he could try those things out on and not worry if he messed up. No, she was Molly. Bob would be lucky if he even got one chance with her.

"I'm here to help," his Team Mom told him as he set up home plate.

"You're a lifesaver," Bob replied, handing over his clipboard. "Can you read down the list and check everything off for me?"

"Sure," she replied, following him as he set up cones. When she got to the bottom of the list, she asked him, "Did you remember to text the parent who volunteered to bring the snack?"

Bob groaned as he set down the last base marker. "No. Bradley usually does that the night before, and I promised him I would remember to take care of it this week."

"That's okay," she told him quickly. "I have bags of goldfish crackers in my trunk as an emergency backup plan."

Bob felt so relieved as he said, "You're the best Team Mom in the history of Team Moms."

She giggled, and he smiled at her. She sounded like Molly when she laughed. But then she said, "So, I talked to Molly a little bit this morning."

"Really?" Bob asked, picking up the tote bag of balls and looking at her like he was hanging on her every word now.

"Mmhmm. She's kind of wondering why you haven't asked her out yet. She gave you her number. And it's been two days."

He was so flustered, he dropped the bag, sending balls rolling in every direction. He scrambled to pick them up, and she knelt to help him. "Does she really want to go on a date with me? Like just me and her?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, Bob. Probably more than one."

More than one. More than one date. Bob had only ever been on a handful of first dates and even fewer second dates. He wasn't the type who kept women coming back for more. He was too quiet and reserved. Too meticulous and not loose enough. He was probably honestly boring. But Molly wanted to go out with him, probably more than once.

"Bob," she said, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Her feelings are a little hurt that you didn't text her yesterday. If you like her, you need to make a move."

Bob had hurt Molly's feelings. He'd had his phone in his hands so many times last night, just looking at her contact name and number. But he never did anything about it. And now the game was about to start, and Bob's phone was buried in the bottom of his gear bag. He was tempted to dig it out now and text her, beg her to let him take her somewhere on a date.

Then the game started, and he went into coaching mode. But Molly was never far from his mind. When the game ended in a victory for the Tiny Eagles, Bob told her sister, "I'm going to text Molly right now. Does she have a favorite kind of food? And a favorite type of flower?"

She pressed her lips together, nodding and looking pleased. "Sushi. And those really ugly multicolored carnations."

"Thanks," Bob said, forcing himself to take his phone out right now. As he walked back to his truck with all of his gear, he typed out and deleted several messages. Nothing sounded right. He might need to call Nat for help. God, even fourteen year olds knew how to flirt over texts. What was wrong with him?

Bob tossed everything into the bed of his truck and took a deep breath. Then he quickly typed up a message and hit send before he could rethink it.

Hi, Molly. It's Bob Floyd. If you have an evening free this week and are interested, I would love to have dinner with you.

Then he stood there and nervously reread the message, already silently pleading for a fast response from Molly. Because maybe everyone else was actually wrong, and she was laughing right now at the idea of going out with him. At the thought of going out to dinner with a man who had to spend a full minute trying to come up with a response every time she spoke, because he got so flustered.

He tossed his phone into the cup holder and drove home. And not that he was counting, but it took Molly six hours and three minutes to respond to him. And when she did, his hands started sweating.

Molly: Coach Cute Glasses! Sorry for the late response, I'm working a double today. On my lunch break now. Dinner? This week? Are you sure you want to? You don't need to feel pressured to go out with me just because my sister is a bully.

Bob dropped his phone onto his kitchen counter. Molly thought he only texted her because her sister told him to. No, this was bad. But she wasn't completely wrong. He just didn't know he should have contacted her already.

Before he messed this up, he called Nat. She already knew about his crush on Molly. She kept calling him Cassanova at work. But Bob knew that Nat would help him without picking on him too much.

"Nat, I didn't know I was supposed to text Molly right away!"

"You didn't text her yet?" Natasha asked so loudly through the phone that Bob had to remove it from his ear.

"I sent her a message this morning. I asked her out to dinner."

Nat practically screamed. "Bob! You should have texted her like ten minutes after she left you at your truck on Thursday night."

"Nat, I don't know how to do this!" Panic rose inside him.

"Okay. It's okay. What did she say to you?"

Bob went into every single detail he could think of and sent Nat a screenshot of his text with Molly. And then Nat did scream at him.

"Text her back this instant! She's so unsure, Robert Charles Floyd! You need to reassure her that you've had a boner in her honor for weeks and would like nothing more than to wine and dine her!" Nat huffed as Bob juggled his phone and started to draft a text to Molly. "Between you and Rooster, my hands are full. And yet I'm the one who's not getting any pussy? Unbelievable."

Bob took a deep breath, verified his response with Nat and then ended the call. Then he hit send.

I've been thinking about you a lot. Pretty much nonstop. I want to go out with you if you're interested.

And then Bob stared at his phone for sixteen full minutes until Molly wrote back.

Molly: Thursday night? I could meet you at tee ball?

And just like that, Bob had a date. And now he needed to get a reservation at the best sushi restaurant in San Diego.

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Molly: Well what do you think of when you think of me?

Bob was on cloud nine. He and Molly had been texting constantly for days. Sometimes it was just a quick greeting. Sometimes it was flirty. And last night she sent him a selfie of her at work during her overnight shift. She was smiling in her maroon scrubs with her name embroidered on the top. She looked sweet and happy, and Bob had shamelessly masturbated to the photo.

When I think of you, I think of how bad your driving is.

Molly seemed to like it when he teased her. She told him over and over again how funny he was. Bob had never been this charming before.

Molly: You fly in a fighter jet, Lieutenant Floyd. Get over yourself! No wait, I'll bet you drive like a grandma. A grandma with a big, huge.... pickup truck.

Bob was laying in bed now, so excited for dinner tomorrow night.

You'll find out tomorrow when I drive us to dinner.

Molly: I can't wait.

After work on Thursday, Bob showered in the locker room, but instead of the baseball pants, he changed into jeans and a soft undershirt. He had a dress shirt hanging in his truck that he would put on for dinner. He just hoped he didn't get too sweaty at practice.

He took more time to fix his hair than he ever had before. It felt important that he looked good tonight. He had a vase full of the ugly flowers that Molly liked. Apparently you could only buy them at the gas station, and Bob laughed when they came to four dollars for a bouquet of a dozen. He bought three dozen flowers for Molly last night and put them all in an oversized vase. He carried them in to work this morning and left them in his locker all day so they wouldn't wilt. When he was ready to leave for tee ball, he grabbed the vase out of his locker along with his keys and wallet.

When Nat saw him in the hallway, she squealed. And then her eyes went wide. "Bob, no. Those flowers are hideous. You need to stop and get her something better!"

He laughed at the appalled look on her face. "She likes these ones. I verified it with her sister. Even sent a photo to confirm."

Nat studied him for a minute. "She likes ugly flowers and top tier sushi? And she's hot. And she thinks you're charming. She's quirky, Bob. Molly sounds like a treat. Like somehow... this makes sense to me." She patted him on the chest and then added, "Have fun! Don't forget some condoms!"

Bob gripped the vase in both hands before it could drop to the floor. Was he really supposed to do that? Stop and buy condoms? For a first date? Surely Nat was out of her mind. Bob laughed and headed outside to his truck. He buckled the vase in with the passenger side seatbelt.

"Condoms," he murmured, blushing. He was just hoping for some more kisses. He was going to let Molly take the lead on everything physical, and maybe after a few weeks and a few more dates, they'd start to need condoms. If he was lucky. If she wanted to keep seeing him.

When Bob got to the ballfield, he still felt calm, collected. But when his eyes caught on that blue car, his heart skipped around in his chest. Because there was Molly, and his brain was quickly flooded with all of the flirty text messages they had been sending back and forth since the weekend.

She had on a rather short dress, and Bob was filled with desire. It was almost like he forgot how beautiful she was since he'd been absorbed by talking with her over text. He had learned a lot about her as they chatted late into the evenings. Molly bowls in a league. Her favorite color is neither green nor blue but greenish-blue. She volunteers at blood drives. She likes spending time with her nephew. And she sleeps naked.

Bob had blushed for an hour when she casually told him that. And now he was blushing again and getting flustered. Because Molly was here. And she was beautiful to look at as well as lovely in every other way. Everything about her was a turn on to Bob.

But he still wasn't so sure he could continue to impress and entertain her. He wasn't cool. He wasn't sexy. Bob embraced his nerd tendencies. He was often reserved. Methodical. Meticulous. Molly was spontaneous and silly. She was perfect. A spitfire. The opposite of him.

Molly walked down to the ballfield directly toward Bob, and then she did the unthinkable. She planted her left hand firmly on his chest like it belonged there. And then she kissed him on the cheek before brushing his lips with hers. Right in front of everyone.

"Hey, Coach Cute Glasses," she said with a laugh that had Bob fiddling with his whistle. "I'm excited for our plans tonight."

"Hi, Molly." Bob mumbled as all the moms looked on. He could feel himself blushing as she patted his chest and went to sit on the bleachers.

He wasn't sure how he managed to keep it together, but he finished practice without getting too sweaty. Molly was lingering by the bleachers and talking to her sister as Bob talked with some of the other parents and said goodbye to the kids.

When he started heading for the bleachers, Molly shoved her sister and nephew toward the parking lot and said, "Bye!"

"Hey, I thought you told me you loved spending time with your family," Bob said with a laugh.

"I do!" Molly insisted. "But would I choose them over a hot guy who promised me sushi? Nope."

You took Bob by the hand and he muttered, "I still find it hard to believe you're talking about me."

Molly rolled her eyes and said, "You know you're hot. Now you promised me a walk around the park before dinner."

Bob couldn't help but smile as she tried to pull him toward one of the walking paths. But he gently pulled her closer to him. "Let me put my gear in my truck first."

She walked with him to the parking lot, and when he tossed his tee ball equipment into the bed of the truck, he heard Molly gasp. She was looking in the passenger side window as she said, "Oh my goodness, Lieutenant Floyd. Did you buy me gas station flowers?" She turned to look at him with adoration in her eyes. "I love gas station flowers."

"I asked your sister what I should get," he told her as he blushed.

Bob's limbs felt warm as Molly clapped her hands together and then bounced into Bob's arms. "I can't believe you took the time to ask my sister what I like," she whispered, lips brushing his ear.

Bob's hands came to rest on her lower back as he held her close. "I want to know everything you like."

She hummed softly and kissed the side of his neck. "I like you."

Now Bob felt too warm. He needed to cool down. He swallowed hard and said, "How about that walk through the park?"

Molly was like a force of nature, always keeping Bob's full attention on her. She told him stories about work and her sister, and she constantly asked him questions about himself. He wasn't interesting, so he tried to turn the conversation back to her as quickly as possible each time.

"So," she said eventually, chewing on her lip. "Bradley told me you don't have a girlfriend, but... how many women are you seeing?"

"Seeing?" Bob asked, looking at her pretty face and their linked hands.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I mean, I'm just curious if you're going on a lot of dates, but you don't have to tell me. Pretend I didn't even ask!"

Bob stopped in the middle of the path, and Molly came to a halt too. "Just you," Bob said slowly. He hadn't even considered that his original thought of Molly's collection of a hundred boyfriends could still be correct. Just because she didn't have a boyfriend, that didn't mean she wasn't seeing a bunch of other guys. And now Bob felt like an idiot.

"Just me?" she asked, surprised. "Oh. That sounds nice."

He forced the words out. "What about you?"

"Well," she said, ducking her head in embarrassment. Bob could feel disappointment thrumming through his veins. He'd already gotten his hopes up when he'd been texting her late into the evening every night. But he had never once thought that maybe he wasn't the only guy Molly was chatting with.

Then she cleared her throat. "Well, my ex, Casey, and I were kind of seeing each other again, but I cancelled on him after I gave you my number last week. I had high hopes, but when I didn't hear from you, I figured that you didn't want to go out with me."

"I'm sorry, Molly," Bob mumbled. He had hesitated, and it was going to cost him. He was so bad at all of this stuff, it was unbelievable.

She smiled up at him. "I thought maybe I came on too strong for you."

"I liked it," he said softly. And then he decided to be bold and try to make her forget about Casey. He leaned down and kissed her. But his plan backfired. Because instead, she made him forget he'd ever looked at any other girls. When he finally pulled his lips away from hers, his glasses were crooked again. Molly adjusted them before he could, and then she pushed her fingers through his hair.

She whimpered softly, which made Bob's entire body throb, and then she was in his arms and kissing him all over his entire face before settling back on his lips again. "I just love your glasses," she whispered against his neck as her hand trailed down the front of him to the button of his jeans.

"Molly," he groaned, which was a bad idea, because her hand dropped a few more inches, and he had to grab her wrist as she ran her hand along his erection. "Molly, let's go get sushi."

She nodded at him. "Yeah, okay."

He was aching for her, and now that he got a little taste of her touch, he wanted more. She sounded out of breath, and Bob was beginning to wonder if this is what chemistry felt like. This nonstop attraction. His inability to look away. His concern about being better for her than her ex. Better than anyone else.

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Molly held her vase overflowing with rainbow flowers while Bob drove toward the naval base. He had put on his dress shirt, and now the radio was playing softly as he followed every traffic law.

"I just knew you'd drive like a grandma," Molly said. "Your hands are at ten and two on the steering wheel. You don't go even a smidge over the speed limit. And you have absolutely no trash or anything in here." She glanced around the cab of his spotlessly clean truck.

Bob cleared his throat. "You know who taught me how to drive?"

"Who?" she asked, laughter in her voice.

Bob turned to face her at a stoplight. "My grandma," he told her with a smile.

Molly erupted into laughter that filled his heart. "It shows, Uncle Bob! I love it!"

Okay so this was clearly the best date Bob had ever been on, and he wasn't even at dinner yet. He had no idea how a good night kiss would go since Molly had already kissed him. Quite a few times. And she had touched him, too. She made everything so exciting, he kept looking forward to more.

"Have you been here before?" he asked, parking in front of what Payback and Fanboy had promised him was the best sushi restaurant around.

"Of course," Molly said, crawling across the seat toward Bob once he climbed out of his truck. "It's the best." He could see down the front of her dress as she made her way across the seat on her hands and knees. Bob was going to ask what she was doing, but he was just staring at her. He reached out to help her climb down, and her body skimmed along his.

"Did you come here on a date?" he asked as they walked into the restaurant, presumably just to punish himself.

After Bob gave his last name to the hostess, Molly shook her head. "I brought my sister here for her birthday. And again after her divorce was final. Never on a date."

Bob liked that. Molly was looking up at him like he was transparent, but he didn't mind that either.

When they were led to a table, he pulled out one of the chairs for her. When his fingers skimmed along her back, she looked up at him and followed him with her eyes until he was sitting across from her. Nobody had ever looked at him this way. It was so surprising, Bob felt completely off balance.

When he stretched his long legs out, he bumped hers. "Sorry," he mumbled, but Molly hooked her ankles around his legs and pulled them closer.

"That's okay," she said. Bob listened to her order a beer, a salad and some sushi. He couldn't focus on the menu at all. Not with the way Molly was rubbing his calf with her foot. He said something to the waiter, so he must have ordered something for himself.

Molly reached across the table and ran her fingers along his. "So, where are you from, Coach Bob? Your accent is cute."

He smiled down at his chopsticks. "I grew up on a ranch in Wyoming. My family moved to California when I was fifteen."

She bit her lip and stared at him before she said, "You're a country boy."

"Yeah," he replied with a laugh.

"I'll bet you ran around in cowboy boots and collected bugs as a kid. You probably had your own wildlife preserve on the ranch."

"I did, actually," he confirmed with a grin. "I've always been a bit of a nerd. Interested in the ranch animals and the way things worked."

Molly seemed to understand him, and all of his interests and nuances didn't bother her at all. "Good lord almighty, a nerdy cowboy. I could definitely get used to that," she muttered.

Bob wasn't sure what to say. Maybe Molly was feeling like he was? Maybe the more she learned about him, the more she liked? I didn't seem at all plausible, but there was just something about the way she looked at him.

"Do you have a cowboy hat?" she asked innocently with her hands folded in front of her.

"Not anymore," he said, and she was giggling now.

"I'll get you one," she whispered. "Or maybe I could wear it."

Bob could picture it. Molly, sitting on his lap, wearing a cowboy hat that was a little too big for her head before laughing and dropping it onto his head.

"You'd look cute in it," Bob confirmed, and her eyes lit up. "You'd look cute in anything."

"You know what I think I'd look great in, Lieutenant Floyd?"

Bob shook his head, mesmerized by the way Molly's lips looked when she spoke. "Tell me?"

Her eyes dipped down to his collar as she said, "That shirt you're wearing. It'll look pretty great on me tomorrow morning."

Bob's cock registered the meaning before his brain did. She was rubbing her foot along his calf and looking at him expectantly as she pressed her beer bottle to her lips. Was she suggesting a sleepover? Bob made a grunting noise, but he was saved from having to try to speak when their food was dropped off.

As Molly picked up her chopsticks and went to take her first bite of sushi, Bob managed to say, "I'd like to see that."

She froze and looked at him. Her eyes were so expressive and unguarded. She wore her emotions on her face, and even Bob could tell that she wanted him. It didn't make sense, but it was true. It was obvious.

He sat a little taller and smirked as he started eating. Because if a woman like Molly was interested in him, even if he wasn't the only one, it was something to get excited about.

"How's your sushi?" he asked, one eyebrow raised above his glasses.

"So good," Molly replied softly, her food still held in midair in front of her.

Bob smiled. "You haven't eaten any yet."

"I know," she assured him. "But when I do, it's going to be perfect."

Bob ate quickly after that, not really tasting his food. Molly seemed to be enjoying herself though, little moans and gasps of pleasure filled his ears as she ate. And she shared her food with him. He liked that.

"Here, Bob. Try this one," she said, holding up her chopsticks instead of setting the sushi on his plate this time. Then she fed it to him and watched his mouth work as he chewed. "You're really sexy," she gasped before setting her chopsticks down. Bob watched her run her hand along the back of her neck as he ached for her. "I'm sure you get that a lot."

Bob almost never got that, but he didn't want to tell her. He didn't want her to think of him in any other way.

"Molly," he whispered, pushing aside his plate as she ran her foot up along his jeans again.

"Wanna take me home?" she asked softly, and Bob was nodding and reaching for his wallet. He dropped three fifty dollar bills onto the table, confident that would cover everything plus a tip, and then he was on his feet.

Molly abandoned some uneaten sushi and the last few sips of her beer in favor of his arms. She kissed him on the cheek right there next to the table and whispered, "I just want to take you and my gas station flowers back to my place for the night."

Bob let her hook her index finger through his belt loop, and he followed her wordlessly toward the exit. He opened the truck door for Molly while she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him softly.

"Do you want me to take you to get your car?" he asked as her lips met his jaw. "Or... do you want me to-"

Molly dragged her fingernails along his scalp, and Bob's cock throbbed against her belly where she was pressed tight to him. She must have been able to feel him, but he wasn't embarrassed about it at all. She whined softly and kept kissing him as she spoke. "Take me home, Bobby."

Bobby. Shit. He was unbelievably turned on. Letting Molly take the lead physically was maybe a bad idea, because several of his shirt buttons were undone, and her lips were on his Adam's apple. She was so warm and sweet. Never hesitating to show him affection or tell him she liked something about him.

And he liked everything about her. What was he waiting for? Once again, Molly made the next move, pulling her lips away from him and patting him gently on the cheek as she climbed into his truck and got buckled in with her flowers. Bob felt cold where her body used to be pressed against him as he closed her door and walked around the bed of his truck.

But when he started the engine and turned toward Molly to ask for directions, she kissed him again and rubbed her hand up along his thigh. "Turn right out of the parking lot," she whispered. After a few miles of following her directions, Molly whined, "I even find it sexy the way you drive like an elderly person. What is happening to me, Lieutenant Floyd?" Her head was tipped back against the headrest, and her palm was resting so high on his jeans, she was about to nudge his erection.

"Molly," he gasped, unable to say much else. He had never been this turned on before, and now he was afraid she was going to want to have sex with him. He'd never done that on a first date. Or a second date. Or a third date. His last girlfriend made him wait until they went out eight times, which was fine, but then she lost interest in him after a few more dates.

But Molly made him feel the same way flying in a Super Hornet did: she was exciting and fun, but the element of danger lurking beneath the surface made it even better.

"Park there," she told him, pointing to her assigned spot in her apartment complex. And then her seatbelt was off, the vase was sitting on the floor, and she was straddling his lap. There was no way he could hide how hard he was, so he didn't even try.

"Molly."

She devoured his lips, kissing him nice and slow while she took both of his hands in hers. Carefully, she guided his hands to her bare thighs, easing them up underneath her dress a few inches. Then she carefully worked on the rest of his shirt buttons while she kissed him. Molly's skin beneath Bob's rough hands was the softest thing he had ever felt. And the more he explored, the louder she got.

Then she wrenched her lips away from his, and Bob sat there staring at her as she looked at his mouth. There was a little crease of concern on her face as her brow scrunched up, and her eyes met his as she said, "Wait."

Bob started to pull his hands away from her legs, embarrassed now by how forward he'd been. "Sorry," he murmured, but Molly took his hands in hers once again and placed them back on her legs.

She kissed his lips gently one time before she said, "I really, really like you, Bob...maybe we should slow down?"

"Okay," he agreed, realizing he was running purely on adrenaline at the moment. "Slow. Okay. Yes." That was the speed he knew best anyway. But Molly's lips were back on his neck and she was scooting a little more snug up against his body.

"Slow," she murmured against his skin. And then slowly, she untucked his undershirt so her hands were on his abs, and Bob's head tipped back. Slowly, she kissed and nipped at his neck. Slowly, she rolled her hips against his. He had to squeeze his eyes shut as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans and licked his ear.

"I thought you said slow," he whispered, panting as he gently squeezed her thighs in his big hands. "Molly."

"Keep saying my name," she gasped, shaking as he dug his fingertips into her soft flesh. "Bobby, please."

"Molly," he grunted, sucking in a breath and kissing her mouth. He swallowed down her soft whines and whimpers as he pushed her back against his steering wheel. She leaned back like she was on display for him, still rolling her hips gently against his.

Bob had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. And as she ran her hands down over her own body, she stopped at the hem of her dress. "Keep saying my name," she demanded.

"Molly," Bob whispered, watching her ease her dress up higher. "Molly," he groaned, both syllables coming out a little rough. She wasn't wearing underwear. Her bare pussy was resting on the fly of his jeans, because she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Molly!"

His hands were on her waist and his lips were skimming across the soft swell of her breasts. Bob was rutting gently against her now, but he couldn't stop as she cried out one word. "More!"

"Molly," he panted, imagining how good he would feel wrapped in her warmth. "You said slow, honey."

"I don't want to go slow!" she moaned. "But I don't want you to think I always do this!"

Bob looked her in the eye. He didn't care if she did this all the time. He just wanted her feelings to be as strong as his, so maybe she'd want to just be with him now. Because he was already completely addicted to being around her. And if they had sex, he knew he wouldn't recover from it with his heart intact if she turned around and grew tired of him.

"Molly," he whispered, running his knuckles softly along her cheek so she'd look at him. "I don't care if we go slow or fast or somewhere in the middle. But I really like you, too. And nothing's gonna change that."

She nodded as he cupped her cheek. "You're too sweet," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing him. She knocked his glasses crooked and let her forehead come to rest on his. "Let's go inside."

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I am so obsessed with Mob. Don't forget, Bob fucks. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 year ago

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New Years Resolutions - Carlos Sainz

warnings - not proof read

If it were any normal New Years Eve, you'd be at home by yourself, with the comfort of instant noodles and the talk shows that were on TV with singers and everything like that. But, this year was different.

Your parents had loosely known the Sainz family, so you were among the many on the list invited to their New Years party. You decided saying no was a slightly stupid idea, so you said you'd be going and got all dressed up.

When you walked in, you instantly realised that you didn't know a single person there. Before you had the chance to slip back out the front door unnoticed, you heard someone call out your name. Looking around the space, you didn't see anyone but crowds of unfamiliar people.

You figured that there was another Y/N there, and the person was looking for someone else. You began to back out of the door a second time, but then you saw who the calls were coming from. "Y/N, hey! I didn't think you'd be coming," a familiar voice said, parting through the crowds.

"Hey, Carlos. I thought I might as well show my face," you smiled at your old friend. Seen as your parents were friends, you and Carlos had interacted a few times over the years. You liked him, he was nice towards you and hadn't given you any reason to dislike him.

It would also be pointless to deny that he was very handsome and easy on the eyes. "I'm glad you're here, I can finally have some fun. It's been pretty boring, I must admit," he grinned, taking your coat from off your shoulders. "We ran out of room on the coat rack, so would you mind if I put it in my room? I don't want it getting lost," he said.

"Yeah, that'd be fine, thank you," you nodded as the two of you walked into the packed living room. I mean, you looked around and the room felt bigger than the entirety of your house, and there were definitely a couple hundred people here.

"You wait here, I'll be back," he said, disappearing through the crowd with your coat. There were a couple of people you recognised, but you didn't know any of them. You stood, rooted to the spot so that you didn't have to spend a second more than necessary without Carlos.

"You wanna get a drink?" he asked, reappearing right next to you.

"Yeah please," you nodded, and he placed a soft hand on the small of your back as he gently guided you through the crowds of people towards the bar that they just casually had in their house.

"What can I get for you?" he chuckled, rounding the bar and acting like a bartender. "Whatever you want, I can do it for you," he smiled.

"I'll take a tequila sunrise then, please," you said as Carlos instantly got to work. He found all the ingredients he needed, and poured the grenadine into your glass before shaking the tequila, orange juice and triple sec in the cocktail shaker.

Pouring it out into the glass, he topped it with ice and a mini umbrella to complete the drink. "Thank you very much," you smiled, sipping away at it. The measurements were absolutely perfect, and it was a very good tequila sunrise.

"No problem, it's my pleasure. How about we go somewhere a little less crowded? We can catch up," he asked, coming back around to your side of the bar.

"Yeah, sounds good," you said, picking your drink up and following him where he he was taking you. The room you went into only had a couple of people, all crowded around a pool table as they played.

"So, how've you been? It's been ages since I last saw you," he sincerely asked, sitting down next to you on one of the plush couches in the room.

"I've been good, yeah. I mean, we probably haven't seen each other because you've been off being Carlos Sainz, and I've been working and stuff," you said, as he intently watched you. You didn't have to see him all the time to know that the two of you were friends.

"Yeah, I guess Carlos Sainz is a pretty full time thing," he lightly chuckled, his smile instantly putting one on your face. He had a certain quality about him, something that allowed you to calm down and relax. "Tell me, what's your New Years resolution?" he quizzed.

"Right, don't laugh at me if it's corny, OK?" you asked, and he simply raised an eyebrow at you out of curiosity.

"I say the same thing every single year, but I want to find someone, you know? I've been single for long enough, I want a relationship, I want to be loved," you told him, and he wasn't going to laugh any time soon. He found it endearing, even if it was one of the last things he expected to come out of your mouth.

"Well I'm sure you will, you're a good person, and to top it all off you're stunning, so I don't see why you won't get a boyfriend," he said without missing a beat, as if it were a normal thing he said to everyone. You blushed lightly as his comment, your cheeks heating up.

"Thanks Carlos, I really appreciate it," you blushed, unable to make eye contact with him.

"I'm serious, someone would be very lucky to have you," he continued, noticing the red flush to your face. "I'm just saying what someone else should have told you a long time ago," he finished, checking his watch as he noticed people filtering back into the living room.

"God, you're such a flirt," you laughed, nudging him. You also noticed that people were leaving the room, and you figured it was because you were getting close to midnight.

"Come on, let's go into the living room, it's nearly midnight," Carlos said, standing and holding his hand out for you. You took it and let him lead you into the crowded living room, both of you having to stand closely in the corner.

You were squashed between this random guy and Carlos, and you could barely breathe because of how tight the space was. Carlos noticed the slight discomfort on your face, and pulled you in front of him by the shoulders. You were now stood so your back was lightly brushing against his chest whenever either of you breathed. "Better?"

"Yeah, thanks," you smiled, looking up at him over your shoulder. Looking around, you saw that all of the boyfriends and girlfriends, fiances, partners, husbands and wives, were all stood together, undoubtedly getting ready for their New Years kiss. Maybe next year you'd get yours.

The people who could see the TV started counting down, and before you knew it, it was 2024. Somewhere outside, you could hear the fireworks booming, as the couples around you embraced with a kiss and others cheersed.

You turned around, shouting a 'Happy new year Carlos!' over the noise. The smile on your face was absolutely priceless, and the lack of space between you was causing him to sweat. He bit the bullet and went for it, "Can I kiss you?" he shouted back, and you just looked at him for a moment.

A kiss wouldn't hurt, right? There was nothing for you to lose by kissing Carlos, so you replied with a simple 'yes'. That was all the confirmation he needed, as he closed the small gap between you and captured your lips with his.

It felt like the sparks between you were bigger than those of the fireworks outside as neither of you pulled away. He realised that everyone else was just celebrating now, while the two of you were practically making out in the corner, so he begrudgingly pulled away from you.

"I think you'll fulfill your New Years resolution earlier than expected," he smiled chuckled, the euphoria that was surging through his veins not wearing off in the slightest. Now this was the perfect way to start the new year, no doubts about it.

A/N - Happy new year my loves! Here's to a 2024 of more writing, and hopefully less Ferrari pain... :). Thank you for sticking with me this year, and I'll see you all next year! Have a wonderful day/night, and I love y'all 💖🍾

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piratefishmama · 1 year ago

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Forgiven not Forgotten | Part 9

It was an interesting kind of chaos, what happened in the following moments. Joyce collared a passing nurse, Jonathan ran out to call the house, Hopper kept Lucas from leaping at the love of his young life because “watch out for the wires, kid” she was still hooked up to all kinds of life saving machines, and then most of them were shooed out so the professionals could do their work.

El couldn’t be moved, fully prepared to wreck anyone’s day who even dared try to move her, and Lucas had been there from dawn till dusk, ignoring established visiting hours and all kinds of flak from staff to just be there. They were the only two allowed inside while the professionals made sure Max would stay awake.

That she wouldn’t slip back under.

Then came the hoard.

They’d routinely ignored how many visitors were allowed to a single room. It was ridiculous, the hospital staff both hated them and felt endlessly endeared by them. They’d survived some kind of classified hell and clung to each other both through it, and after it. It didn’t matter that Max’s actual parent was still absent, that she, like others, hadn’t come back yet, or that El had shaken her head once when someone had asked her if she could find Susan.

It didn’t matter, Joyce had loudly declared “I’m her mother now so let me see my GODDAMN DAUGHTER… PLEASE!” When someone had tried to stop them on the first day.

Arguing with Joyce Byers? Not a fun thing to do. She was always so polite about it you couldn’t even be mad at her.

The whole house filled that hallway though, even though they couldn’t do anything, even though they couldn’t go in, even though they couldn’t help, just being there, knowing that behind that door, she was awake despite all odds, was enough to keep them all there. Obstructing hallways. Being general nuisances, and waiting.

Just waiting. Waiting long enough for Eddie to gather just enough courage to sit down beside Steve who’d taken a seat on the floor, not for lack of available seats, just that his seat was to the left of the door to Max’s room, the closest he could be without being inside that room.

“You know there’s chairs, right Munson?”

“Mmn I know, but… I was part of the whole… save Max plan, so I think I’ll stay right here, second to closest to the door.” Steve let out a single breath of a laugh through his nose. Just one little puff and a curl of his lip to show he found that amusing. “Are… are we okay, Steve?” Probably not the best time to bring it up but impulse control was never his strong suit. And people weren’t paying them as much attention as most would usually pay to him while he was around other people.

Attention focused elsewhere on pacing or on entertaining themselves while they waited.

“Why wouldn’t we be okay?”

“God isn’t that just a question and a half. I dunno, Steve, you tell me since you ditched me the first chance you got back at the house. I know we weren’t on the greatest of terms back in ‘86 but like… I’m pretty sure we bonded at least a little in the Upside Down so… I know there’s stuff I’m missing… your agent Stinson, whomever the fuck she was, she got those photos from somewhere… shit like that isn’t just easily doctored I know that an—an I know—I know I wasn’t dead, so… if I hurt you, or I hurt the kids, or I don’t know… if I did something that I can’t remember I just—look, Eleven, your superhero kid, is weirdly comfortable around me for being a total stranger alright? So I know I’m missing huge chunks of a story, but I’m sorry okay?”

“You’re jumping to a lot of conclusions, man. But you cant apologise for something you don’t remember doing. Those apologies don’t mean shit.” Steve wasn’t looking at him, he was looking down at the floor, his brow pinched tight as if trying to think of the safest way to go about his next words. “For the record though. You saved our asses. Or… he did.” He. He. Someone not Eddie, but definitely looked like Eddie. “Whatever he was. El was the only one who recognised him.”

“You’re gonna have to give me more than that Steve… who was he and why—”

“I cant.”

“You’re the only one who can.” The only one he knew he could trust with the knowledge that actually he wasn’t totally gone during those two years.

“Alright, I won’t. You’re safer this way.” At least Steve cared enough to keep him safe, didn’t make that answer any less annoying though. “And I know that’s annoying but… just put it behind you. Be grateful that you’re alive and you’re here. Like I said we are.”

“Are you? Because so far I’ve just been left on my own among total strangers and it’s stressing me the fuck out, you can’t just—you can’t just leave me on my own in the dark after all this, Steve, it’s not fair.” He had a disadvantage from the jump, they all seemed to know him.

He didn’t know most them.

He knew Mike, Erica, Lucas, and Dustin out of the kids, and Robin, Nancy, and Steve out of the older lot.

He sort of knew Hopper through run ins with the law, didn’t really know Joyce although she was easy to feel comfortable around. He didn’t really know Jonathan, or Will, or El, and he damn sure didn’t know any of the kids parents.

They had this comradery that he didn’t have, they had a mini apocalypse to bond through, he had a short experience of it during which he’d died. Didn’t even survive the opening act. The world had moved on, and he was just left with this knowledge that somehow… despite him not being there. His body had been.

And the only one he’d managed to sort of bond with during that whole man hunt back in ‘86, didn’t seem to want anything to do with him now. “…I know… I’m sorry about that” in Steve’s defence, it felt like a much more meaningful apology than his own had been. “We should have taken you with us, there’s no excuse, El just wanted to hang out with you again I guess”

“Again?” Gentle prods, gentle pokes, he’d learn more if he just… kept chiselling bit by bit.

“She doesn’t think like most people, to her you’re her friend. You helped her. You saved her life, man… and she knows—she knows it wasn’t actually you, but—”

“But it’s my face, isn’t it?”

“Mmhm.”

“Something was parading around in my body like some kind of puppet, wasn’t it, Steve?” Steve finally turned to look at him, a pained little frown on his face as he realised how much he’d just… let slip. How easily Eddie had drawn it from him. How weak he still was when it came to Eddie Goddamn Munson. He opened his mouth, but neither heard what he’d have said, because the door opened just before he spoke, two nurses leaving, the third remaining by the door, a smile on her face that promised great things.

Steve was up on his feet, their conversation shelved, the others clamoured forward too, having been politely ignoring whatever he and Steve had been discussing on the floor in favour of keeping themselves entertained.

“Miss Mayfield is stable, awake, and in good spirits, now I know you all want to see her, but please… maximum five to a room, there’s two in there already so three go in at a time, maximum, you hear me? Three more. Maximum.” A chorus of nods were their answers, although the nurse knew they wouldn’t actually listen. So far that seemed to be the running theme with this particular group of survivors. “Alright… go ahead.” She’d leave them to it anyway.

Wasn’t her job to enforce the rules.

Didn’t even need to look to see damn near all of them tried to get in the moment she rounded the corner out of sight.

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noroi1000 · 1 year ago

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❝𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮-𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢❞ Chapter 11

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Summary: The only way to find out more was to enter Gojo's house in his absence.What can Fushiguro see there?What might happen if he goes there without permission?Will you be there?

If you're the 'Ashamed-chan' Gojo was talking to, you're somewhere.

People don't disappear into thin air. It is not possible for you to disappear from the world. If there's still a possibility that you're alive, you must be somewhere.

Nothing he came up with is certain. But one thing is certain: He will check it out. Because as long as there's a chance that Gojo has deceived them in the slightest, he won't let up.

What if it turns out you're alive? What will happen then? What will happen...?

You will come back home.

Your parents are just as worried. They were worried when you went on missions. They cried after your death. However, they don't have much to do. They live the same life they have always lived.

Fushiguro didn't know if you had siblings or not. But surely your parents are living normal lives now.

You were the only one born with the cursed technique. Your family has nothing to do with sorcerers now. That's why there's no point in thinking about it. They may have wanted to forget. Just like people who will never see the curse.

Maybe they'll think you were their dream, just like everyone else. Because people who saw the curse might just think it didn't exist. And it was just a dream.

It would be best for your parents if they really didn't remember them, the sorcerers. And also for them to forget about you. This could be very painful. Don't remember about your own child. But if your parents cry over you, you could come back posthumously as a curse. A curse created from despair.

However, they probably don't remember.

Fushiguro clearly remembered how Gojo had gone to your family home to express his condolences to your parents in person.

Just as he can make people unconscious, he could make a person think of something as a bad dream upon waking up..

His serious face as he introduced himself as your teacher from Jujutsu High. And the calm words he spoke when he told your mother about how you disappeared on the last mission. You died, and your body was not found.

Her heavy tears streamed down her face. But he was magically calm.

He has seen crying, suffering, and loss many times. He knew he could never save everyone. He didn't know many of the people he had to save.

That's why sometimes he couldn't care less about the deaths of people he had no name for.

However, you were his student. He knew you so much. He knew your heart. You were so close to him.

So it's not possible that he reacted so calmly when you 'died'.

He saw your mother crying.

And he smiled slightly at her as he moved his arm next to her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

She then calmed down.

And he told her that she should rest and sleep. Because she needs to calm down.

The next day, the woman woke up with no sign that she had a daughter.

Maybe the person named (y/n) was her dream?

There was no trace of such a person. That's why she thought it was all a bad dream. That she had a daughter who died. And the world of sorcerers and curses? It doesn't exist at all.

Is this the reason why your grave was not large and was not visited often? It was a grave at school. Your name was written on the monument. You died as a student at Jujutsu High. Therefore, the sorcerers took care to keep it clean. Sorcerers respect the dead. They don't want their souls to be cursed. Sorcerers want their collaborators in battle not to die. And when this happens, so that they will not be cursed after death.

Therefore, during the funeral, they often tried to put a seal on some people that would allow them eternal rest, no matter what happened.

Respect for the dead...

Not everyone does it. Before the body is burned, everything is done. And then the funeral. A person's ashes are given to the family to bury the deceased in the family grave. But there have already been situations in which a sorcerer was buried on the premises of a Jujutsu school. Where they are safe from any curse.

However, your body was not in the grave. You weren't cremated or buried. Because apparently your body was nowhere to be found.

Perhaps it wasn't found because someone took it?

Maybe it was a stupid thing to do, but in the middle of the night, Fushiguro found himself in your old room. Where your things used to be in boxes. Now it's gone. The room is empty.

However, for a girl, no matter how much stuff you had, there wasn't much. Even though you were packing to go home, it wasn't much. Not as much as it should be. When you packed things yourself, you had more. And then there were two boxes left after all this? It wasn't possible. Your packed backpack was missing. There were no clothes, and some other things were missing. That's why it was weird. Everything was taken away. Given to family?

However, this was not the case before.

And the remaining two boxes were taken by Gojo, who was supposed to take it back to your parents.

But there were only two boxes.

His teacher wasn't even surprised that there was so little of it. He was there alone, without anyone else. Therefore, no one could tell what he was doing during that time.

Maybe he took all your stuff? Maybe you're alive, and he took it all for you?

The stupidest thing Fushiguro will ever do...

A shadow opened under his feet, and he walked through a black hole to leave the deserted room, where he would find nothing anyway.

His Shikigami were always allowed on Jujutsu High grounds.

Joining hands with thumbs up, he summoned his dog. Whom he sent to run after Gojo's scent. May he find his home in Tokyo quickly. So that Fushiguro could get there thanks to the shadow.

Half an hour later, he was able to open the shadow beneath him and enter the darkness that allowed him to step out of the shadow of his Shikigami, right next to the window of his white-haired sensei's house.

Even though it was the middle of the night, he was surprised that the house was absolutely empty. There was no light or anything there.

Stepping one foot into the shadows, he stepped out of the darkness and stood in the living room. Black clothes will be useful so that no one can see him.

He dismissed his Shikigami and slowly started walking around his house.

Why does he need black clothes if he won't be able to hide from Six Eyes? Despite masking his presence, Six Eyes is not an ordinary, weak technique.

Gojo sees everything.

He must also make his Remains invisible. That's why he can't use the technique as long as he's here. Entering the shadow will do less of this than summoning a Shikigami.

As befits Gojo, his house was large and apparently rich. Everything showed that this was not the home of someone modest.

However, everything was empty and clean. There's no sign of someone like Gojo anywhere.

But the dark-haired man had a strange feeling...

And he turned back quickly as he felt sweat pour over him.

A/n: I just realized that I love this story so much. I finished writing the draft in August. Now I've read several chapters, remembering absolutely nothing. And I love it.

What is behind Megumi? ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

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cheegu3 · 2 years ago

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Hey hey! I'm now wondering what if we got away from the guards like ran far far away and they cant find us?

a/n: u think it’s possible to ever really get away? 👀 interesting. In the series it’s hinted towards there being games in other countries aka, there are eyes everywhere especially from those powerful ppl - in other words there’s like 0.001% chance :( but I'll entertain that idea !

I tried my best I hope u like it <3

tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, blood, murder

wc: 1.6k

pairing: f.m reader x red.guards

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Yandere SG guards - you try to run away PT. 2

The sound of your feet hitting gravel felt like it was echoing in the deadly silence. You didn't know how long you had been running, but you felt like you couldn't rest even for a second - or else those evil people would find you.

There was one big problem - no matter how far you looked, all that greeted you was the blue wast sea. How were you supposed to run away from them when you were in the middle of nowhere?

You felt like you knew nothing. You had no idea how to leave, you had no idea if the guards had noticed your absence and you had no idea how big this island was. For all you knew, you could be mere minutes away from getting discovered because the island could be way smaller than you had anticipated.

Yet, you still had that small fire of hope sparking inside your body. No matter what, you wanted to make it out alive. Even if that meant killing one or all of them.

The sky was getting darker quickly and you had no sense of time now. Had it been ten minutes since you made it out - maybe forty or even an hour perhaps?

Distant shouting told you they probably knew you had escaped now. So who knows how long before they'd see you.

You were unsure if you should set up a camp somewhere for the night, gathering energy for the next day in case a fight would break out.

But although that was the most desirable option now as your legs were aching from all the running, you had no idea where you would even do that.

In the distance, you could spot the highest point of the island. It was about 400 meters away from where you were, pressed against the mountain wall like a scared mouse.

A long battle went on inside your head about wether to go or not. By now the sky had fallen completely black, but thanks to the island being far away from the city - the stars lit up your surroundings a little bit.

The only thing that filled the silence were the cicadas singing. Although it felt eerie, it also sounded nostalgic, reminding you of your childhood home where you spent loving moments with your parents.

It made you make up your mind - if you wanted to see them again you’d have to risk it. So you walked as fast as you could, being afraid that running would make too much noise.

The whole time, you whipped your head around in all directions several times as anxiety filled your body. Your heartbeat was beating so fast that it was almost hard to hear anything except for your loud footsteps and breathing.

But in the end you still made it, being extremely thankful it wasn’t that far away. The first thing you noticed was a big shipping boat stationed below the hill from where you were standing.

It had several grey vans parked on it with some space in between them. You weren’t sure what they were, but made a quick guess they were the same vans that had picked you and all the other contestants up.

So that was it, that was your way out!

You ran for it - no longer caring if anyone could hear your footsteps. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, making your vision turn into a tunnel.

As you reached the closest car, you opened it cautiously; only then glancing around to see if you could spot any guards. A few were in your line of sight in the distance, their pink uniforms being easy to spot - so you quickly got inside, scared that the longer you took, the bigger the chance of them deciding to patrol in your area was.

You took a few deep breaths and looked back to the backend of the boat, seeing only water stretch out wherever you looked. To your dismay, no matter how long you waited - the boat didn't seem to move.

Since most contestant would be dead by now and they'd have to transport the winner, as well as pick up new contestants, you hoped it would be moving soon.

So you took a chance again, sliding out of the van as gracefully as you could without drawing attention to yourself and then shuffling underneath the van.

Here you wouldn't be seen by guards who were watching from above deck and you could cling onto the car without having to hide riskily in the backseat as the driver would enter.

This was also very risky however. If your energy ran out and you lost grip, you could fall into the middle of the road, or worse - get taken back by those monsters.

No matter how hard your heart was beating and how scared you were, you decided resting now was better than just laying awake, wasting time. It could be hours for all you knew until the drivers would go to their cars, and you were confident you would wake up at the sound of the engine turning on.

Slowly, your eyelids got heavier as well as your body, and when letting yourself relax fully; whispering comforting affirmations to yourself, you fell asleep in the end.

While the sky was still dark, figures started moving closer to your hiding spot. Doors were slid open and cars were started, luckily waking you up - just like you had predicted.

You grabbed on immediately, knowing you only had seconds before they would reverse and if you weren't hanging on securely, you'd be spotted right away.

It was extremely tense. You couldn't see where you were going but if you stretched your body out and lay flat, you could see the car in front.

They seemed to have the exact same speed and the exact same distance between every copycat car, like they were all robots.

As the ride reached the twenty minute mark, your hands were starting to lose the strong grip you had underneath the car. But you forced yourself to hold on, replaying memories of the guards' torture in your head to remind yourself of what would await if you stopped fighting.

It took everything in you to keep it up - you were sure by the time the car came to a halt, your body was hanging close to the road.

When it stopped, you allowed yourself some rest, letting go of your grip and exhaling as quietly as you could. The driver opened the door and got up on what looked like a sidewalk.

A male voice was heard, speaking to another man. You felt sweat dripping down your back. What were you going to do? You hadn't thought out this part of the plan yet.

Looking from side to side, you closed your eyes for a quick prayer and then shuffled out on the other side of the car.

Crouching so he wouldn't see you - you quietly waved at a taxi passing by.

It was all luck. The taxi could've been occupied if you had one of your more unlucky days, but everything seemed to work out in your favour now.

You got into the backseat super quickly, locking the door behind you and ducking down in case their heads would turn around at the sound.

'' Where are you going, miss? ''

'' Home, it's a few blocks away from here '' you whispered, voice raspy.

You told him your address and exhaled once again as he started driving and you could stop ducking. He looked at you in his rear-mirror, eyes laced with concern.

He must've thought you were out of your mind. Your eyes traveled down to your body. The clothes were dirty and ripped in some places, presumably due to the bushes you had to push through on the island. Your face looked flushed and you had dark bags under your eyes which carried a bit of paranoia in them.

Yep, you definitely looked crazy. But at least you were free. You smiled to yourself and looked out the window, rolling it down a bit to take a breath of fresh air.

You did this the whole ride, head leaning again the window while you breathed deeply. It was very different from the air on the island, even though that sounds insane. The atmosphere there made you feel like you were suffocating constantly, probably due to the anxiety.

The taxi driver made you jump as he braked really hard and told you that you had arrived at your destination.

You thanked him and hurriedly got out. You couldn't wait to get out and be inside your home again.

Your mom must've called you a thousand times, poor thing. You unlocked the door and went inside, breathing in the familiar smell here too.

Immediately, you went to your room to pick up your phone. It was turned off but you knew it had battery left. Just in case, it was plugged in as you turned it on.

0 new notifications

Well, that was...weird? Why hadn't your mom called or texted you? Your fingers pressed the call button, and you held your breath as the signals kept beeping.

An eerie feeling settled in the pit of your stomach - like something was wrong.

Suddenly you were up and packing your bags again, running about as if they were going to barge in any second. You would never feel safe here. Maybe you would be on the run for the next of your life, but you'd be willing to do that if it meant you would never have to see those psychos again.

After some time, running around and exhausting yourself. You laid down in your bed, staring at the ceiling. As soon as you saw it, a scream erupted from your throat - followed by hysterical sobs as you looked towards the room across from yours.

It was a body, and a message in blood was painted on the ceiling.

Do you like our gift? We will see you soon

#yandere squid game #squid game guard #squid game

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fallen-gravity · 1 year ago

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What inspired you to make Safe Haven? Btw I really love the fanfic not just because I’m Mollie and Ollie fan but it’s also because you have shown how much they have grown in there friendship after everything that has happened to them. Keep up the great work!

And just wondering how would Scratch react when he realizes Ollie was sleeping over in the McGee’s guest room?

aaa, thank you so much for your kind words!!! it really means a lot to me to hear that people love my work 🥺🥺🥺🥺

A lot of the intial inspiration came from a headcanon I've been talking about with friends for months about Ollie sneaking off to the McGee house. Even before he told his parents that he thinks ghosts can be good and compassionate at NecroComicon, he's been struggling knowing that he has such contrasting morals with his parents (and even his own sister before he had a chance to talk to her too) and that really scares him, so I like to believe that sometimes he would sneak out to spend time with Molly and her family because he wants a space where he can autheitcally be himself. There's a queer metaphor in there somewhere about having a closest self and a true self around loved ones you trust the most, and little sprinkled bits and pieces of wherefore art thou Romeo. NecroComicon airing only added fuel to the fire of Ruben and Esther canonically not being accepting of Ollie's differentiating morals, so yeah, of course he's gonna feel extra scared and unsafe, because now they know he's not like them anymore.

Another part of it, the really initimate part of Molly and Ollie comforting each other through gentle touches and whispers, that part comes from personal experience. When I was about 16 or so years old, there was a time where my then-partner and I got talking about life stuff, and not even necessarily about us or our future or anything that was really about our relationship, and we started getting really emotional because yeah, sometimes talking about life is hard. And we were feeling really shy about it, cause we were around other friends too, so the way we went about it was we kind of...squeezed each other in a really tight hug, and we touched foreheads and got all real close and balled up together, and...we cried. We talked about heavy stuff together and wanted to cry together and it felt like a genuinely healing experience. Molly and Ollie are both going through a lot, and, you know, they're both incredibly touchy people in canon, that it just felt to me like that's something they'd benefit from. Have a heavy talk, and then just take a few moments to let the other help ground you. Gently take them by the hand, wind an arm around them, tell them that they're sitting right there and that they don't plan on leaving any time soon. The fact that The Grand Gesture and mollie becoming canon in the very next episode that aired after writing it was insane luck on my end; I genuinely had no idea what the episode was going to be about outside of June and Darryl's plot, so you can only imagine the look on my face rereading Safe Haven after it aired. Holy shit.

As for how Scratch would react knowing Ollie is right there in his house, well...I'm sure Sharon wasn't the only person that Molly woke up when she was running around trying to make sure Ollie was okay, right? 😉 The way I see it, he woke up when she woke up, and he was gonna give both of them an earful about it, but by the time he caught up with them, he'd probably just run into Ollie crying into Molly's shoulder, and even he's not that heartless to kick someone while they're down.

But he is petty enough to wait until morning, ask how Ollie's feeling, and if he responds with oh, thank you for asking, Scratch! I'm feeling a lot better, then he's gonna tear him a new one for waking him up in the middle of the night and worrying Molly sick like that. But of course Ollie's used to it by this point, and knows that probably means he was secretly worried too, so he just responds to all of his griping with a smile.

#asks #safe haven #long post #tgamm #mollie #the ghost and molly mcgee #ollie chen #molly mcgee #scratch mcgee

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damagedintellect · 5 months ago

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Craig Tucker x Fem!reader

💌 Craig Tucker is a mother fucker: Chapter 9 💌

Summary: You want to say that it wasn't your fault buuuuuut it kinda was. You didn't think much of it as you casted your joke vote for the "Hottest guy in school" and in hindsight you should never listen to Clyde but it was pretty funny at the time. Craig just wanted a peaceful junior year and you can't blame him for that however waking up the morning after a party, in his bed, being told that you two were dating wasn't exactly your definition of peaceful either.

Notes: I was always too scared of the fandom to post it back in the day but I wrote this before Creek was made canon so let's just say Craig is bi for my sake because I've had a huge crush on him since forever. My S/O pointed out that Craig is just Trafalgar Law but with a guinea pig instead of a polar bear and I haven't been the same since I have a type and it's them.

💌 Word count: 3,372 💌 <= Previous | Chapter 10 =>

You and Craig didn't get a chance to talk after that, I mean what could you even say to him? It was already Monday and you hadn't heard from him since that night. Normally you and the guys would either be on discord playing League or you would meet up at Clyde's and play smash but none of that happened this weekend. It didn't seem like anyone in the gang was particularly busy and you did see Craig blip online for a second or too but no one made any effort to hang out the rest of the weekend. You felt uneasy about the whole situation at hand but you were too anxious to call or text him. It's not like you both needed to talk to each other every single day and it wasn't too strange that he was being radio silent.

You stood outside your house tapping your foot. Does this make you guys friends with benefits now? This shouldn't change anything between you two right? You peered at your phone wondering if he was going to pick you up this morning. If he was, he was already a little bit late. Should you just leave without him? You looked at the time as another minute passed. You couldn't wait anymore, you started walking to school without him.

Maybe he was sick again? Whatever the case it was weird not being around him for once. Since Clyde's party you both had been connected at the hip for one reason or another. Actually it was more like you both just got comfortable with each other's company to the point you happened to be together a lot.

Walking into class you looked over at Craig's desk he wasn't there and it remained empty for the whole period. You should have called him or something but you didn't want to be the one to say something first. You curled your head into your hands. You should have never slept with him, god what were you thinking. You just got used to the way things were and then you had to make everything awkward again. You cringe thinking back to the morning after.

* You were slightly cold which should not have been the case. Patting around the empty air around you, your eyes shoot open. There was no sign of Craig in the room. Sneaking around you found that all his clothes from the night prior remained discarded on the floor, his jacket and hat were gone but more importantly his parents has already left for the work. Tricia's room was still closed which probably meant that she was still sleeping and with good reason it was too early. You quirked an eyebrow as you made your way back to his room. Where the heck could he have gone at such an hour. You didn't have any new messages from him on your phone either which wasn't weird per say but the fact that he went somewhere and didn't leave a note started eating at you.

Was it that bad last night? You didn't know what to do. Should you just wait for him or did he leave so you didn't have to wake up next to him? Was he trying to avoid the awkward next morning encounter? There were so many questions running through your head on impulse you gathered the rest of your things and left.

You were too embarrassed*

You shake the thought from your head staring up at the clock. Maybe he slept in, it was Monday after all, no one ever gets anything done on Mondays. All the class periods were pointlessly too short to start anything important and it's not like the teachers seemed to care about absences on Mondays. The bell rang and you walked to your next class. Your hand was fidgeting the entire time. You would normally be holding Craig's hand during passing and you couldn't help feeling like you somehow fucked up. Technically you had. The whole point was to avoid the stupid rumors but you underestimated the student body and their weird obsessions with gossip. You try not to make direct eye contact with any of the squad giving you the thumbs up. Bebe and Clyde both greeted you as you rushed in. You slumped into your seat.

"Well good morning to you too." Clyde pouts while Bebe poked your arm "So~" she giggles at you as you groaned. You did not want to be having this conversation with her. Not right now, not ever really but especially not when there was still no sign of Craig. He wouldn't say anything would he? Knowing Bebe she probably already told Clyde and everyone knows Clyde can't keep his mouth shut. Mulling it over you figured Craig probably wouldn't confirm anything even if he was questioned.

"So, what." you said flatly as class started hoping that if you sounded irritated enough she would just drop it. Bebe was cut off as the teacher started to explain the project for this week and you have never been more thankful for a group project in your life than at this moment right now. You would be looking after an egg, something about being a responsible parent and all that jazz. Normally it would be a flour sack baby but apparently eggs were cheaper and raised the stakes since they're more fragile. You were no longer thankful for the group project. Honestly this seemed like it was going to be more of a hassle than anything else. As people were being pared off you got nervous. There were only a small handful of people left to choose from and the number of people you would be okay partnering with were drastically declining.

"Let's see," your teacher scanned the room looking for her next victims "Stan you will be partners with (Y/n)" You tensed up at the names that were called. Stan was in your class? Since when? The teacher motioned for Stan to grab your egg and sit next to you in Craig's empty seat. Part of you wondered if Craig would have ended up being your partner if he was here but the thought left your mind when Stan sat down. He didn't say anything to you he merely took out his phone and paid you no mind.

Your teacher continued pairing people. Clyde and Bebe lucked out being the last complete partnership. Apparently Jenny, who was Lola's best friend was the last one without a partner. That's when Craig walked in. Instead of his usual stoic stature he looked kind of out of it, disheveled with bags under his eyes, and you couldn't help but snicker lightly yourself. He probably slept in by accident. You perked up smiling at him relieved that he wasn't trying to avoid you but something felt off. He was glaring at you as the teacher motioned for him to sit and as he walked past he flipped you off. Needless to say you were taken aback at the gesture. Out of all the scenarios that you created in that stupid little head of yours, this was not what you expected. Bebe quirked an eyebrow at you clearly confused.

"Did you two get in a fight or something? What was that all about?" Bebe asked. You felt a pang in your chest.

"I..." you trailed off "don't know" you stare at Craig from across the room as he assumes his usual disinterested persona. It wasn't until you made direct eye contact with him that you noticed he started acting oddly chipper. Was it to spite you? You feel like you missed something here. Actually you feel like you missed a lot.

"So what do you want to name our egg." Stan pulled you back to reality finally looking up from his phone. "Oh uh," you weren't egg-xactly thinking straight ultimately biting your tongue before you could say Shelly off of impulse. You inwardly cursed yourself remembering that's his sister's name. "UUUUUUUUUUUUh how about Egbert?" Stupid, so stupid, why were you so stupid. Stan didn't seem to care, only nodding checking his phone and frowning again. You could hear him say "Wendy" under his breath but you didn't ask him about it. You just wanted to talk to Craig about this morning and what happened. It seemed both you and Stan were in a slump. Neither of you spoke for the rest of the class period.

In fact when the class was over you almost forgot about Egbert as you tried to catch up with Craig. Curse your short legs, is this how fast Craig normally walks? Was this how fast you'd normally walk while holding hands? As you finally caught up with Craig he suddenly came to a stop slowly turning to grab your wrist pulling you into another hallway. You flailed around a bit trying to keep Egbert from slipping out of your hands. He didn't say anything immediately just looked at you with cold dead eyes. Now Craig wasn't really one to wear his emotions on his sleeve but it was weird that his eyes felt empty.

"What."

You swallowed hard you were thrown off and didn't plan what to say to him. "We don't have to talk about it, it doesn't change our arrangement." He glanced at you like he was expecting an answer and when you didn't give him one he grit his teeth. You looked down at the floor still at a loss for words.

"Clearly it didn't mean anything to you anyways."

Craig pushed passed you clenching his fist as he walked in the opposite direction of your next class. He didn't look back at you as he walked away. You didn't want to go to class but begrudgingly you needed to, you needed something to get your mind off of this.

Wendy gave you a concerned look as you walked in but you waved her off. As you expected Craig was skipping class and to your surprise Stan's seat was also empty. You wonder what happened with him and Wendy but you didn't care enough to ask about it. Instead your head was plagued with what Craig had said to you.

"Clearly it didn't mean anything to you anyways."

Out of habit you made your way to the usual table once class ended. As you were aimlessly walking over you saw Craig with Jenny probably to talk about their egg. "Hmmmp" you grunted as you sat down with your arms crossed as everyone followed your line of sight.

"Whatcha guys think? Is it Craig? Or is it Craig." you heard Token say as you roll your eyes "Yeah, she's just jealous that she's not Craig's wife for the egg project."

"Fuck off Clyde!" You didn't mean for it to sound as biting as it did so you slumped down in your seat trying to calm down. "One, our teacher never said we were married to our partners and two I am not jealous." He tried to put a hand on your shoulder but you lightly swatted it away.

"Why would I even be remotely jealous of Jenny? She's Lola's best friend and we all know how much Craig fucken hates Lola." Everyone kind of glanced over at Tweek for some reason and you tilted your head as he spoke "I don't know if he's forced to be in this ACK fake relationship with Jenny he might accidentally fall for her like he did with me."

You blinked a few times "Wait, what?" everyone else nods "You dated Craig?!" you blurted out surprised. "I'm sorry, I didn't know!" He laughed at your reaction "Relax we were in the fourth grade at the AHH time, but I'd say Craig still falls in love fairly easy." Tweak blushed at the memories.

Clyde rubbed his chin thinking back to their grade school days "You know come to think of it that might be why he always keeps everyone at a distance but who knows." The bell rang after that and you went to your next class. You were pretty much in your head for the rest of the day until you got into the theatre. It turns out that Cartman had asked if he could have the class perform his new screenplay and your teacher unironically said yes.

"So once upon a time there lived two princely brothers. The older prince had a magic mirror that will tell him stuff if he asked. He wanted to know who was the fairest of them all, but the older prince was really mad to find out it was his younger brother. So the older prince went to the mountains to harvest a poison apple, while his brother washed laundry by the river. Then a giant poison apple just floated right on by! The apple gave birth to a pretty princess. Then the younger prince, with seven dwarves defeated his brother with a spindle, and everyone who wasn't maimed lived happily ever after." As Cartman quickly debriefed the plot of his play everyone was dumbfounded. Honestly it just sounded like he mixed several fairy tales together but whatever you didn't care too much. That was until he started casting people "I want Craig and Stan to play the two princes and (Y/n) to play princess poison apple!"

"WHAT!?" You and Craig both exclaimed but glared at each other before turning away however you caught him glancing back at you as he skimmed through the script "Yeah no, ain't gonna happen dude. Why are there several pages of the prince and princess making out?" Cartman grinned at Craig "Oh Craig you wouldn't be playing the younger brother you'll be playing the evil prince."

"But-" Craig looked back to you then at Stan and scoffed.

"No you know what? That's fine but I should get a princess too." He grabbed Clyde by the arm "Clyde will be my princess." Clyde was just as confused as the rest of the class but nobody questioned it at this point. The plot was weird enough as it was. Cartman only thought it over as he started to have an epiphany "Yes, why didn't I see it before the evil prince should also have a princess!" Cartman passed out the scripts. You rolled your eyes as you stood next to Stan who was being awfully quiet. He was still on his phone just staring at the screen.

"You in there Stan?" you waved your hand in front of his face "You haven't really said anything since this morning." Stan glanced at you with a forced smile before sighing.

"Wendy broke up with me."

Murmurs started around the room. You thought that they definitely had a fight but you didn't expect Wendy to completely break it off with him. You opened your mouth but closed it. This is awkward you have no idea what to say, so you just let him talk.

"I don't even know what I did wrong, am I just unlikable?" He gripped his phone tighter "(Y/n) we're friends right? Be honest, would you date me?"

The class got quiet. Stan knows that you and Craig are dating. You didn't know how to answer that question mostly because it sounded like he was asking you out instead of if he was date-able. You stare around the room it seems everyone stopped what they were doing to listen in on your conversation. You glanced at Craig and as soon as you made eye contact with him he turned away storming out of the room. There was a beat before you followed after him. Leaving Stan and the rest of the class in an uproar.

"Craig wait up!"

He let you catch up but he still had his back turned to you.

"We should break up."

You froze as he continued, "We were only supposed to be together until the rumors stopped and they did."

Many things were running through your head and it took everything you had to hold your tongue and just let him finish. "We don't have to be dating anymore and you heard what Marsh said, it seems like he's interested too-" you couldn't let him finish that thought you had to cut him off "Oh? Does that mean your admitting defeat? Am I hearing this correctly? That this was in fact too much for the great, Craig Tucker, to handle. " your words were hollow you just needed to play it off like this doesn't bother you. You feel hurt in a way seeing as how he just assumed you'd jump ship because of Stan. Stan who you haven't even thought about once since you guys started "Dating" but he didn't know that.

"You win, okay. Fine. Do whatever I guess, make me the bad guy I don't really care just play along and both our lives can go back to normal."

Clyde stumbled out of the room shortly after to see Craig walk away as he caught up to you "Hey what was-" Clyde stopped mid sentence when he saw your face. "Whoa (Y/n), what happened" you hadn't even realized that you started crying.

"I-I think Craig just dumped me."

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Clyde followed after Craig he was going to get to the bottom of this.

"Craig what's your deal you've been acting strange since this weekend and I just saw (Y/n) crying in the hallway." However Craig didn't answer him. Clyde tried to grab his shoulder but Craig pushed him off "Dude what happen between you and (Y/n)?" Craig kept walking ignoring his annoying friend as they ducked into another hallway to avoid the main one since the bell would ring soon.

"Are you jealous of Stan?" Craig didn't answer him he just stopped in his tracks and looked at the ground "Fuck off Donovan."

"Oh. My. God. I can't believe it," Clyde paused because the bell rang "You're really jealous of Stan!" Craig rolled his eyes at Clyde "You're delusional, For what fucken reason do I have to be jealous of Marsh." Clyde threw his arm around Craig's shoulder as the meshed in with the crowd heading towards their next class "Well for one you two have always had this little rivalry thing but in this case it feels like something to do with (Y/n)." Clyde waited for an answer but Craig stayed silent.

"Don't you have class to go to?" Craig growled at his friend who was honestly too emotionally attached to his fake relationship with (Y/n). Clyde smiled "Yeah, don't you? Come on bro talk to me." Craig turned around and sighed they were in an empty hallway near the gym. (Y/n)'s class was on the other side of the school and he trusted Clyde to keep this to himself or he would kill him.

"How did you know that you loved Bebe?"

Clyde blinked it was an odd question coming from Craig "Ah well," he blushed a little bit "I kinda just knew. Being around her just made me really happy ya know," Clyde scratched the back of his neck "I kept thinking about her all the time and I wanted to make her smile. Plus she's like way outta my league." Craig looked away. "What would you do if-" He bit the inside of his cheek he didn't want say anything. He didn't even know if this was love. This was stupid. He just wanted to make (Y/n) happy and if it didn't happen to be with him well then.

No.

Craig shook that thought he needed more information to make his mind up. Things had always been so simple why is this the one thing that is confusing to him.

"When did you say "I love you"?"

Craig grimaced at his own question while Clyde was as taken aback like before "I think I said it a few days into us dating? I really wasn't thinking about it."

Craig's eyes hurt he could feel the water making it's way to his tear ducts but there was no way in hell he was going to let a single tear fall not in front of Clyde.

"What would you have done if she didn't say it back to you?"

#my sp brainrot is showing #south park x reader #south park imagines #south park fanfiction #craig tucker x reader #x reader

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the1975attheirverybest · 2 years ago

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Hi 👋🏾

I have spoken to you (everyone…?) in a minute so how are you? Just a little concept: what do you think matty would do if his partner/best friend had something like adhd or asd and became over stimulated? Maybe in like a party or out at dinner? That happens to me a lot so I was curious as to what you think :)

-🥳

Ooohhhh, I think he’s said he probably has ADHD and the only reason he hasn’t been diagnosed professionally is because “you probably couldn’t get me to stay in the chair long enough to get a diagnosis” that way years ago though. So I wonder if that’s changed?

With or without diagnosis/ treatment, I think he would be extremely understanding and sympathetic. Especially if those are things he’s felt before, and even more so, if the conversation has come up. Like if his partner or friend has told him that this is something that happens to them/ how they feel about it. He’d make a mental note to be extra cautious in highly stimulating environments and stuff. So, like, if you were at some dinner somewhere new and different, with a lot of people. Maybe the guys, their partners, but also friends of friends and folks from the label, etc. and everyone’s kinda talking so there are several conversations going at once, and waiters going back and forth and maybe some people are trying to make polite chitchat with her or get to know her, and it’s just a lot.

At first, Matty is pulled into some conversation between George and the equipment dude. Which makes him momentarily forget that these kinds of situations can be stressful for her. Then he glances over to ask if she wants her wine refilled or if needs anything, and sees from the look on her face, that everything’s overwhelming.

He gently touches her back. “Hey, you alright?”

He’s whispering, but she feels a bit weird that anyone/ everyone can see them and she doesn’t want her facial expression or anything to indicate that she doesn’t like being here. So, she’s annoyed that they’re even having this conversation. She tries to shut it down really quickly. Brushing him off. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

He tries to ask her again, but she’s not having it. She feels silly that she can’t self-regulate and get her mind and body to calm down. And, on top of that, she feels guilty for concerning Matty in front of everyone he knows and cares about. She doesn’t want him to have to constantly think about her on a night like this.

“Excuse me, Darling. Come with me?” He takes her hand in his firmly, not giving her a chance to squirm away.

She sees him whisper something to George about needing to step away for a bit.

Once they’re alone in a secluded corner of the restaurant, he asks her again. “Listen, if this is all too much, we can just leave.”

“No, no! Please! I don’t wanna have to go around and explain to everyone-“

“Explain? You don’t need to explain. Say the word and we’ll leave, right now!”

“Matty, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Look into my eyes right now. I’m dead serious. Do I not look serious?”

She watches him, and he does, in fact, look serious.

“But that’s rude. I don’t wanna just disappear. Don’t want to hurt peoples feelings.”

“Literally who would care? What, George? George loves you. You love him. You’re always going on about how he’s like your brother. What? Adam and Carly? The parents who have a million things to worry about and will probably call their sitter a thousand times in the next half hour because they can’t chill? Or Jamie? Ross? Literally who would be mad at you?”

“Won’t they be mad at YOU?”

“The people whose opinion matters to me will understand. A friend of a friend who tagged along for a free dinner? Fuck no. I don’t care. Let’s get you home. You can relax. Unwind. Get a break from all this stuff. Yeah? Let’s go. George will hold onto our coats and stuff.”

#🥳anon #Matty concepts

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iamgrape · 2 years ago

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Won't you take a bite of this delicious fruit?

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»»—　its not red if I'm color blind 💕　—-««

Tatsumi after that moment have become slightly open to the idea, the idea of you are her, because you and her are bless and married 💕 so she would shamelessly hugs you and enjoying your warmth every chances she gets. Being oblivious to her approach and thoughts she's very nice to you. You happily enjoyed her affection. You never have good friends except that nice mother superior from your previous church but she died because of some crazy nun. You told tatsumi finally about your previous nice mother superior who pass away who treated you more of a child than your parents did. The parents Who thrown you in church in the very young age that church allows children to service the house of god. That moment you spoke of your past and that precious mother figure to your life.

"she was very important to me." You smiled at the fond memories of your mother superior.

"...." Tatsumi suddenly pause for a moment at her brushing your hair as shock and small fire of unknown emotion flicker in her heart.

"i-i... See. Its so sad to learn she pass away..." She felt so sour at that moment yet she smiled as she continues to brush your hair as she thrown such odd feelings away as she saw your soft confused smile through the mirror you two are facing.

"I think you and her would be good friends too!" You says with a sad smile, your eyes are close to see her eyes become dull at the next moment.

"if she don't died and live till this day, I won't be bullied because of the next mother superior. I won't have to ask my close acquaintance for a help. I almost annual my vows as nun because of the bullying and if it succeed I won't be here and happily somewhere. Probably search someone to marry." You giggle as her heart breaks unknowingly to you. In her mind flashes at the thought of you being someone else arm, being tainted by others, those people who won't care for you like she would made her felt so sorrowful and in agony yet she smiled again as she swallows her emotions away and continue to brush your hair.

"But it's ok now isn't it? You are happy here... You are right?" She look at you with pleading look, hoping you love her company, this new home.

"Hmm! Your here! Your so nice too me. Everyone is so nice to me..." You happily nodded your head. As you turn to look at her. The emotions that swallowing her suddenly disappear as she hugs you again.

"I'm glad... I will make sure you'll be love and cared for. I will love and care for you... Please remember I love you very much (name)." She confess as she kiss your forehead yet it registered as a Loving embrace of a caring mother like friend.

"thank you! I love you too mother Kazehaya ~" you smiled as you said you love her but not the same kind she have to you... Not yet at least' tatsumi thought as she enjoy your words with a gentle smile she fix the hair strands that gotten in the way of your eyes.

"Call me Tatsumi... You and I are quite close and calling me in such formal way is too cold isn't it?" She wanted to hear you say her name as it mean you and her is very close.

"oh... Ok Tatsumi!" The sound of her name from your mouth send chill in her body, she suddenly felt so warm and her undergarments suddenly contained a very lively hard on.

"Tatsumi? What's wrong?" You haven't see her little problem as your only looking over your shoulder, only saw red blushing state of slight shame of how she suddenly so arouse at the simple gesture of you calling her name.

"I-its nothing!" She smiles as tried to ignore her problem and want to let it pass as she continues to brush your hair again yet your scent so close and everywhere made her situation even worse.

"are you sure? I'll help out if I can." You give her a sweet smile. "...what nice person you are... Willing to help me out." She chuckle a bit. You stood up on your seat and she hugs you from behind. "Do you really want to help me?" You felt her gentle whisper beside your ears as something hard press behind your lower back as her huge boobs press in your upper back. As someone who thrown into the care of the church in a young age, you don't know much about rated R stuff but you do know girls should have anything hard on their crotch that is huge don't they?

"whats that???" Your hand curiously went behind you to feel what that hard on, your back. "You see... I'm a little bit special." You felt tatsumi chuckle as she guide your hand to the right direction with her other free hand still circle around your waist. "S-so warm..." You were surprised by what you suddenly holding in your hand. You can't see it but it's so hard, warm and your hand barely circle around it. "ahmm... Move your hand up and down..." The sinful nun can't help but whimper as she likes your hand around her harden dick through there still cloths in between.

"Oh! Ok!" You realize your helping her in her problem. Through you turn around to have a better grip, she watch you lay your head against her chest as both your hand does a clumsy hand job.

"Hmm... Ahhm... Your so nice..." She moaned as she bite her lower lips. Her two hands held your waist line securing you close to her.

"Do you usually have this problem?" You wonder if it's sort of sickness.

"I... I don't." She honestly lives normal nun life without her dick acting up like it's acting up when your around her or just the mare thought of you.

"When you... Ahhh god..." She whimper when you suddenly went to put her dress aside to have a better grip on her dick. That very moment your skin against her dick made her mind blank. She can't even remember what she just talks about.

"Am I doing a good job, Tatsumi?" You smile as you ask her. She nodded with a gentle smile yet her eyes is drowning in lust.

"I love you... God, know how much I love you..." She lean her head against your head as she cum undone in your hand.

"Ahh. Oh no!" you were surprised by the warm liquid in your hand but you quickly made sure it won't leak to you cloths or her cloths with your two hands covering the pulsing head to catch all the semen she let out. You look at your hands full of white stuff, you do know woman can produce milk but that's from boobs isn't it? You thought as Tatsumi watches you in curiosity of what kind of thoughts comes in your innocent little mind.

"agh... Salty." You were to curious and lick the semen thinking it's milk. She felt warm by that innocent gesture of yours. "Your so cute..." She giggle as she takes out a handkerchief to wipe your hand and clean your face. "Gosh... I love you so much." She hugs you after she fix her cloths and clean a bit mess she made on yours. "I love you too!" You says. "I'm glad..." She hummed.

After such moment with one another, there seems to be increasing of number of times Tatsumi face similar problem but your happy to help out. She always ask you if your sure and willing so oddly even through she's in pain. You'll always says yes.

Yet when you finally found out what kind of person have both dick, boobs and a pussy from a very deranged delusional confession from a random dude in the confession room. He speak about 'futanari' and how hot it would be to fucked by one. You were very curious about this ' futanari ' the confession talks about and the otaku just happily share about the information as if you just gain a new insight of a new view point of the world.

That person would return sometime and would say a code to know if its you or not before he would slide a hentai book of futanari fucking a girl under the window. The moment you read it, it's like eve taking bite to the forbidden fruit. You were so silent the whole time and the stranger laugh at your silent as if expecting it.

"It's cool isn't it? Too much for a nun to see? You nuns are too oblivious. At least you know a thing or two now don't you, my dear friend? Till next time..." He left that day with a smile as he spread the liking of futanari to a nun. Leaving you in a bothered mess as you look so zoon out in the book.

You hide the forbidden book under your bed cover and would ask forgiveness everytime you flip a page yet you would still flip it with a cute squeak of embarrassment and envy. You miss out your special season with Tatsumi that day because your indulgence yourself in the hentai book you got gifted by a friend.

Tatsumi is so worried About it. She quickly went to check up on you, in your room. When she knock on your door. You quickly throw the book under your bed to not be seen reading such unholy book

"Y-yes?" You blush as you open the door, seeing worried tatsumi behind it. "Can I enter your room?" She ask and you happily nodded as you went and open the door and close it behind her. She look around and then back to you, as she sigh in relief.

"I'm so worried... I thought something bad happened to you..." She held your face as she stare straight to your eyes. Her emotions cannot be hidden at all. You blush how close you two are.

"I-i... I'm sorry I was r-reading something..." You don't dare meet her eyes as you don't tell the whole truth. She seems to notice your hiding something as you and her seat in your bed with your gaze flickering under your bed side as you stood up to get some refreshments for tatsumi in the cabinet. When your back is facing her, she bend down to look under your bed and saw a thick book that isn't a Bible. She quickly return to her original position as you turn to look at her. "Would you like some tea?" You ask as you went to your kettle to heat water.

"Sure." Whe smiled as she accept your offer. Your back once again turn to face her. And she look under the bed ans manage to read what's written in the book at least the important part of the title.

"..." Her eyes widen as her heart Trimble in worry as she fix her position again. 'its seems some serpent have offer fruit to my precious...' Her eyes darken at the thought. Trying to think who it was that give it to you but she return to her usual gentleness when you come back with the tea you blend for her.

"I hope you don't wait too long!" You giggle as you serve her tea.

"The wait doesn't bother me. Beside tea needs to made carefully or else it won't taste as good." She take a sip at the tea you made, eyeing how you look at her with adoration and curiosity as if wanting to ask something.

"... You seems to have questions." She chuckle softly as she put down the tea cup. She already knows you seen and learn new things today, and want to ask questions to clarify things.

"I-..." You take a deep breath. You suddenly went down to your knees. "pls forgive me sister Tatsumi for what I'm about to request..." Blush covering your face as you take one more deep breath as you close your eyes and said your request.

"s-sorry for being sinful but can you please dick me down."

It's a good thing she stopped drinking her tea or else she would spilt it out in surprised. She does not expect this.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #Tatsumi Kazehaya x reader #Tatsumi Kazehaya x reader smut #Tatsumi Kazehaya smut #Tatsumommy #hermaphrodite

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lakes-writting-rambles · 1 year ago

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#0 mlb x sdr2 crossover

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( Hajime pov )

'Finally, after months of begging, I transferred to Chiaki's school... now that i think about it... do i even know anyone else there-? I guess it doesn't really matter, Chiaki likes them so they're probably not that bad'

I keep walking, class is almost starting and I DO NOT want to be late. As I arrive at the stairs I see someone walking down. They were wearing black pants, a white t-shirt and a weird green jacket. Starting to climb up I position myself parallel to him, I don't want to run into anyone on my first day.

That somehow doesn't work because he comes crashing into me a few seconds later.

"What the hell-!" I said as I noticed we rolled all the way down the stairs.

"Just my luck...." I hear him whisper "I'm so sorry, scum like me shouldn't have gotten in your way" he sits up.

"Urg, it's fine. Just how did you fall on top of me, these stairs aren't that narrow."

"Ah, yes, sorry. I tripped, I have no idea how I dragged you with me, but that's my typical luck." He gives me a little smile, it's weirdly calming. Still, I probably shouldn't get too involved with him, and we're probably not even in the same class.

"Oh..." - 'I should get up, why is he still on top of me-?' - "Hey can you... you know" I say using my head to point at our situation.

"Ah- yes, I'm so sorry." He rolls to the side and stands up. I finally get the chance to sit up, but before I properly do so he offers his hand. I take it and stand up, but before I begin walking he starts speaking.

"I noticed I haven't seen you around here, are you new?"

"Ah, yeah. Just transferred here." I say while superficially cleaning the areas that made contact with the ground.

"Then, nice to meet you, I'm Nagito Komaeda. Welcome to Collège Françoise Dupont." He smiled brightly.

"Pleasure to meet you, i'm...-" the bell rings - Nononononono, i'm not gonna start my year being late, seems like the teacher isn't in class yet, if i rush... maybe...' - "...Really late- argh- shit shit shit" i start running at full speed to the classroom.

Luckily when I arrived the teacher wasn't there yet and I saw an open seat next to Chiaki. - 'This was a surprise, did she know? Did she save me a seat, is someone missing or maybe i'm just lucky...?'

Either way I walk towards her.

"Surprise" I say as I walk toward her.

"Hajime-? You transferred here?"

"Yup, I somehow convinced my parents. Which reminds me, is this seat taken?"

"Ah, no- " she yawns, "seats change every year and no one wants to sit here because normally there's this one boy who'll sit in front of you. Only four people talk to him: Ibuki, Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko. He and Sonia talk sometimes."

"Oh, I see" I sit next to Chiaki and slide my bag to my side.

( Nagito pov )

The plain yet beautiful boy went away in a second. I wonder if I had hit my head hard enough when falling that I imagined the whole thing.

'No, he reminds me of someone... he also, never gave me his name... Nevermind that, i should fill my bottle and go back to class'.

As I walk I can't shake the feeling that I've seen him before. 'doesn't matter, if i know him i'll remember eventually.'

The bottle slowly fills up, I see Miss Bustier heading upstairs.

I speed up trying to catch up to her.

"Good morning miss Bustier".

"Oh, good morning Nagito, nice seeing you stayed for another year."

I let out a little laugh - "You're probably the only one who feels like that, but thank you, tra-" - 'she doesn't like it when i make self-deprecating comments... i shouldn’t make her uncomfortable' - "...Thank you".

She smiles.

She opens the door and lets me in first. I give a little nod to thank her and go in, automatically heading towards "my" seat next to Fuyuhiko.

I look up and the boy from earlier is there. He's talking to Chiaki.

'Oh, so he's Chaiki's friend. No wonder I remembered seeing him somewhere'.

I sit and turn around.

"Hey Chiaki"

"Oh, hey Nagito." she says while yawning. - "This is Hajime, I've told you about him."

"Ah- sorry about earlier, I was worried I'd be late and ruin Chiaki's surprise. I should introduce myself properly. I'm Hajime Hinata. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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chp. 0 > chp. 1 pt 1 > chp. 1 pt 2 > chp. 1 pt 3

#komahina #sdr2 #danganronpa 2 #komaeda nagito #hajime hinata #chiaki nanami #miraculous ladybug crossover #sdr2 crossover #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #fanfic #ao3 #crossposted on ao3

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senslessblackness · 1 year ago

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Breaking-point, deep breath, next

May I ask, what is your problem?

What do you mean?

I mean, from the obvious fact that you are extremely gloomy right now? What’s pressing on your chest?

*sigh* I don’t think this is a conversation you want to have.

And why is that?

It would probably end up making you feel bad too. Or at any rate, I don’t think you have the time.

Let’s say that I’m resilient when it comes to feelings. And I have the time. So, if there is a small chance that talking about it might help, go ahead.

*silence* I mean… it’s so complicated. I don’t even think that I have either the words or the bare knowledge to tell you why I feel the way I do. But it’s definitely more than that. It’s why I am the way I am.

I don’t think anyone has perfect knowledge.

You’re right. Well… oh, gosh, this will sound so horrendous. I might be this way because I haven’t had a satisfying social interaction in a while. Or because I have no clear purpose. Or because things are just not perfect. Or that I cannot properly appreciate nor the current moment, nor the things that I have, that I have access too, that there are, period. My own natural, genetic makeup is also more or less melancholic, I’m sure, especially considering all the knowledge I gathered up along the road. Moreover, there is society. I mean, you have to be blind not to see all the glaring problems that are pervading either some or almost entire parts of the whole societal-cultural-humanistic apparatus that we have going on. And I don’t even mean individual tragedies, may they be small-scale, like family-level disagreement and argument, or large-scale, like child-abduction, child-slavery, child-labor, although I guess some of those might as well go into the collective problem category. My point is that I’m not sad because someone, somewhere is beating their wives right now. My sadness emanates from a deeper source. It’s about the people, and how they live, as a society. I hate how money permeates everything and how much brain power goes into making money, how many decisions are made solely based on how much money the result will yield. Slap businesses and countries into the mix, and you don’t even have to look further why societies are so fucked-up. Like, sure, there are nuclear weapons, and the human cost of war, but most of the dictatorships and oppressive states around the planet come down to who gets to drill for oil, who gets the raw materials, who gets to mine, who gets to get the timber, and so on, right?

But even then, how many families are there where the parents don’t know how to properly be parents and they are slowly messing up their children? And no one there to have a say in it, heck, most of the time it is not even seen. The kids grow up all fucked up, and if you’re lucky, they eventually realize how bad they had it and they vow that when they will have kids, those kids will not be subject to the same trauma-inducing events as they were. Others get lost in the system (in a system, by the way, where selfishness and fear rules) and end up as delinquents, criminals, victims of crimes, or something like that.

So, don’t get me even start on laws, and how inefficient and idiotic not just they are, but the people who make the laws, the system through which those people are elected, the people who draw up that system, and the politicians who sit at the top, not as kings used to, with real power, but as pawns put forward by a system that is so monstrous by now that no one can tell where it begins and where it ends. There are so many subdivisions that even subdivisions have subdivisions with real power, with people who make decisions on who lives and who dies, how will we allocate the parts of an allegedly “infinite” pie, and so on. Of course that the richer and more educated population manipulates the rest, and of course that the system by now is set up in a way that the disenfranchised can do fuck-all about it. No serious protest, no serious uprising is realistic in democratic countries, and even if it was, and you replaced one dude with another, then what? Half of the planet would wake up to the same old shit-show as before.

Burglaries, poverty, propaganda, arm-twisting, constant fear from a million things etc. You fear that you won’t be able to feed your kid, you fear that your kid will hit it off with the wrong crowd, you fear that a civil-war might break out, you fear that the small-scale fiscal crime that you are committing in order to be able to make a living will bite you in the ass and you will be arrested. You are afraid that pollution is rising. You are afraid that you will not have a pension by the time you get to that age. You are afraid of viruses; of sickness; of the price of medical care. You are afraid about how other people perceive you, you are afraid that you are not doing enough, you are afraid that you are failing, or will fail. You are afraid of not living up to your potential. You are afraid of getting malaria, You are afraid of the purity of the water you drink. You are afraid of superpowers waging proxy-wars all around the planet. You are afraid that your broken car will cost too much to fix. You are afraid that your girl will leave you for someone else. You are afraid of your house catching fire, you are afraid of tornadoes, tsunamis, black mold, the Illuminati, the bankers, the loan that you had to take up, you are afraid of depression, you are afraid of not living a mark, you are afraid of being forgotten, you are afraid that your dead-end job will not change for the next decade.

Now, tell me, with all this fear floating around, not to mention envy, anger, sadness, and things like that, how are we supposed to reach a higher-vibrational state? How? You tell me now, if you know, and you will give me a goddamn good reason why you had been withholding that information.

I don’t have the answer?

So, riddle me this, how should one feel good in these circumstances? You know what, don’t even bother, I’ll tell you the reason. You can be happy and blissful if you don’t care about all that stuff. You can be happy if you only care about yourself and your social circle, and if there are no huge problems around, you manage to put a smile on your face and convince yourself that things are alright, usually while consuming some kind of substance. That’s how you get happy in this world. That is how. If you think about all the atrocities that are happening all around the globe (well, of course, you cannot even fathom the scale on which human suffering occurs on a daily basis) you can easily develop a melancholy (at least) that soap will not wash away.

And those people who tell you exactly this as a solution? Take care of yourself, make sure that, first of all, you have close friends, and then that they are not in POW camp, or something, and make peace with the impurities and imperfections in your family relationships, just so you could be happy (oh, and don’t forget, go out and smell the flowers), those people who tell you this: fuck those people. They might not be bad people, they might genuinely mean well for you, they might believe what they say at that very moment, but you know what? Happiness is a facade. It’s a big, shiny balloon that according to our society should float above your head, no matter where you go. You know what they don’t talk about? They don’t talk about how hard it is to set up that balloon, how awful it feels when it ruptures, and finally, that someone else was taken from just so you could have your balloon. That’s what’s up, that’s life right now.

Until there is no long-lasting higher-vibrational existence, until love is the exception and not the norm, it is this ugly, smelly, marshy place where we had the chance to be born and were given a life, and yes, I might change my mind every now and then, and in those moments the Sun shines a little brighter, and the birds’ chirp seems a little nicer, but I guarantee to you, I will not be in that state for long. I am incapable of lasting love, that I know about myself. My father broke my heart, my mother broke my heart, my first love broke my heart, and yes, society also broke my heart. And then people have the audacity to resent me for not being joyful. Let me tell you, brother, it is a wretched world, from where we are standing, and unfortunately, it is just as wretched for billions of others, too. You know why it - humanity, society, law and order, civility - call it what you want - doesn’t just implode? For two main reasons. One is: humans are a tough kind. We can be slapped, hit, insulted, humiliated, ridiculed, discredited, taken advantage of, over and over again, and then again, and we will still stand up and keep going. That’s how it is. And the second reason is just as obvious. It is hope. Hope. Hope. Plain and simple. That indistinguishable little spark somewhere in the middle of your soul, that keeps telling you indefatigably that things might get better, that tomorrow might be better than today, that next year might be better than this one, that things and people and situations might get better. What do you think is the biggest motivation has been through human history? What do you think I’m sitting here now and telling you all this, without any realistic expectation that anything will improve? Because I hope. Because I have the hope that it might matter, if not now, then from now on, or maybe somewhere in the future, who really knows.

So without resulting to a long tirade of profanities to justify my current gloominess, yes, I’m grumpy, and if I truly wanted to do something about it out of thin air, I would be like the clown from the fable who, after taking off his makeup, shot himself in the head as one last act. Because let me tell you, it is incredibly hard to look and act happy when all your thoughts are screaming something against it. So, friend, that’s why I’m moody, and you know what, I don’t even want your answer, I don’t even want you pointing out that the birds are chirping, I don’t even want your sympathy, hopefully you took away one or two things from this uncalled-for check-in.

#life #living

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