#because why elder would he put up with house for that long

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I’m glad that we’re acknowledging that while house is fucked up, there is something deeply wrong with Wilson

[hyukakisses]

— txt as ur older emo friend to boyfriend!

pairing: txt x loser reader

plot: (this is a very old, re-edited post i had up on my old account), headcanons of emo txt and reader in college basically, strangers to friends to best friends to lovers troupe

warnings: (SMUT!), cursing + red flag txt (probably more warnings)

-emo txt who all your friends would warn you about befriending, “oh no girl don’t even THINK about it you don’t want to hang around him, he gives off school shooter vibes” your friends put the emphasis on the word ‘think’ as you watched the elder boy sit alone at a table during lunch. the ravenette’s head in his open palm as he boringly read a novel while he wore over the ear black headphones

-emo txt who would stare at you while you sat with your friends during lunch looking away quickly the moment you’d sense being stared down. “oh come on he’s not that bad guys he’s just misunderstood” you’d sigh defending the emo boy remembering the arguments he would get in with classmates over stupid shit like how my chemical romance created emo music

-emo txt who would walk past you before first period making you sigh dreamily at his features each time you saw them up close. daydreaming on how soft the taller male’s hair and face would feel against your hands. only to end up sighing sadly at how that would never actually happen and you just look like a lovesick puppy. ‘why doesn’t he just talk to me? am i really that weird? am i not his type? does he like pretty popular girls or something?’ you’d think to yourself deciding that you were going to finally make your move and talk to the boy you were crushing on once you’ve seen him alone at lunch.

-emo txt who would look at you extremely bewildered once he noticed you marching at his usually empty table. “uh can i help you?” the ravenette looks up from his book with a frown on his eyebrows but intrigued because no one’s ever sat with him willingly before. “i just noticed you always sit alone during lunch i just wanted to say hi” you’d lie straight through your teeth you wanted to say more than just hi. you wanted the boy to rearrange your guts, you wanted to eat him and then bake him a pie- “alright” the weird boy replies and you internally squealed in delight

-emo txt who was surprised when you sat next to him the next day, expecting that to be a one time thing or some type of dare. “don’t you have other friends? you don’t have to sit next to me you know” he lazily tosses his backpack on the lunch table “i know but i want to sit next to you is that okay?” “yeah i guess so” the emo boy trails seeing how girly you dressed compared to him. “this isn’t some type of dare from your friends right?” the lip pierced male munches on his fries in front of you messily to which you found was really cute. “no my friends don’t really want me sitting next to you” you groan hating how you weren’t able to stop yourself from saying that. the long haired male tries to hide his laughs, “are you gonna eat that?” he points to your fries grinning as you slide him down your lunch tray. you sighed in relief at the subject change

-emo txt who would stiffen back a laugh overhearing you and your friends conversation by your locker, “so you’re actually sitting with him? after we told you he’s bad news?” “whatever you guys, he’s actually really nice and i like being his friend” “oh you totally like him” “what?! no i don’t i just i just” you’d struggle to form a sentence. “i just really like being his friend and i like his company that’s all” “oh yeah? then why are you blushing like some type of school girl? do we have to remind you how badly things went last time you liked somebody?” “it’s different this time i swear!”

-emo txt who would immediately invite you over his house for gaming and anime binge watching sessions, liking at how you’re so quick to defend their aid. the emo boy’s ego inflating when your friends basically confirmed your little crush on him. the lip pierced boy was always shocked at how someone as sweet as you could possibly wanna befriend the total opposite of that but he wouldn’t fight on it, enjoying how you clinged onto him like a baby koala.

-emo txt who would eventually make you a custom mixtape on how he felt, adding love songs from his favorite bands such as deftones, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens and my chemical romance. writing down the question ‘will you be my emergency contact?’ you were a bit confused on what it meant but quickly flushed cherry red once you realized that was the emo boy’s way of asking you out. you felt so happy each time the song came on, remembering how your now boyfriend dedicated the song to you, saying it reminded him of you

-emo txt who would allow you to do a makeover on him. “hold still!” you’d plead painting his nails jet black, letting out the biggest whine when your boyfriend would play with his fingertips causing the nail polish to chip. causing you to give up on that and move along to his eye shadow, giggling at how eyeliner looked really good on the aforementioned male. “pose for the picture please!” the emo boy rolls his eyes making claws with his fists as you snap a few pictures with your polaroid

-emo txt who wouldn’t talk as much and just preferred laying his chin in his palm as they’d watch you passionately talk about your hyper fixations “im not boring you right?” “no baby of course not”

-emo txt who would play guitar hero with you in his room, the walls covered his favorite band’s posters, you’d giggle at how passionately your boyfriend bops his head at the screamo music blasting your eardrums.

-emo txt who would smile ear to ear when you clapped excitedly jumping up and down in place when he got more piercing. you always talked about him getting tongue and eyebrows piercings you just didn’t think today would be the day. “you like it?” your boyfriend breathes bending down to your height as you nod rapidly before you whisper in their ear, “yes like it so much” you’d reassure “but i also wanna feel your tongue piercing on my clit” the ravenette’s eyes would go wide before he smirk down at your flushed face

-emo txt who wouldn’t mind you stealing his band tees or very large bracelets instead he would smile at how tiny you’d look wearing them, enjoying the height and size difference you two shared.

-emo txt who would be shocked that you weren’t as innocent as his thought you were, “holy shit” the tall male curses as he felt your tiny mouth (it wasn’t that small but to him everything about you was tiny) take their entire member done your throat. mewling around his shaft, lazily rubbing your clit looking up at your boyfriend as you bopped your head up and down giving the elder male pleading eyes begging for him to touch you

-emo txt who would pull you away from his cock after they face fucked you, manhandling you on your back finally paying attention to your neglected cunt, softly smiling at how you let out high pitch moans. a wicked smirk forms on your boyfriend lips as he shoves his ring covered fingers in your mouth, beginning to slam his length in your pink insides. his doe eyes glimmering in the dark room as you whine about how much you loved him and his cock :(

-emo txt would do your hair, smiling at how you praised him for how well he placed a pink ribbon in your hair before you tackling your boyfriend into a hug pressing a million kisses on his pierced face

-emo txt text messages would include:

monday 2:31 pm

💒🎀🧁: walk me home after last period!!

🚬🖤⛓️: woah

🚬🖤⛓️: are you trying to assert your “dominance” right now?

💒🎀🧁: yes!!

🚬🖤⛓️: that’s cute.

friday 2:34 am

💒🎀🧁: after knowing you for so long i’ve came to the conclusion that you definitely have some type of daddy issues

🚬🖤⛓️: alright princess

🚬🖤⛓️: you’re the last one to be talking, miss “nooo you guys don’t get it! having him cradle me in his big strong arms would totally fix me!”

a/n: i should probably stop writing my real life events on here hmm

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bad Buddy x ATOTS aka Damn You WMT

Dear @waitmyturtles, fuck you, respectfully wen-kexing-apologist. Turts, I have shit to do, I do not have time for this. But once again I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT SO, FUCK ME I GUESS WE’RE DOING A FOREST EPISODE. 

More specifically, we are doing an Our Skyy 2, Episode 15 Part 1/4 post, probably far earlier than I should be, and definitely instead of doing work I absolutely need to be doing. But Pat and Phupa’s interactions in this part of the episode have me thinking about Phupa and his relationship to queerness. 

I don’t know about anyone else, but I had a marvelous time watching Part 1 of our latest Bad Buddy x ATOTS crossover episode. Why? Because it is absolutely incredibly fun to watch Pat personally terrorize the local gay elder. 

What I have really been enjoying in these crossover episodes is watching the ways the similarities and differences in Phupa, Pat, Pran, and Tian play out. Each person spends most of the time paired with the character who play the same role in the relationship but whose personalities and approaches to their relationships are very different. Phupa is the support in his relationship with Tian, Pat is the support in his relationship with Pran, but Phupa never bends and Pat always gives in. 

The thing I love about Pat is that he is unabashed in his queerness, he rolls up on to the scene and starts flirting the second he opens his mouth, and then he 

Literally

Never

Stops

He annoys Pran, he tests the structural integrity of the house with Pran, sure, but he also wakes up next to Phupa and then proceeds to never let Phupa forget that a) he would and b) that they thought they might have. 

He rolls up on the scene as Phupa and his coworker are getting ready to head into the forest, and he starts talking openly and loudly about Phupa’s boyfriend, and the relationship problems they are having. 

Phupa is less than amused.

Phupa does not want Pat coming with him, Pat sneaks into the back of the truck, Phupa begrudgingly allows Pat to come with him and Pat says “you’re the cutest”

Phupa is less than amused. 

I’m gonna skip ahead a little bit and then regress if that is okay with everyone, after Phupa puts bandaid’s on Pat says yet again “what a cute print, Chief”, “you have a cute side, Chief” 

“No wonder teacher is head over heels for you,” 

Here Pat is, one half of the first queer couple to interact with Phupa and Tian in god knows how long or possibly ever, talking casually, happily, loudly, and openly about Phupa’s relationship with Tian and Tian’s feelings for Phupa. Reaffirming to Phupa in a way that it is obvious that Tian is in love with him.  

And still Phupa is not having it. 

As they continue their walk, Pat starts smelling the trees and Phupa is like oh jesus fucking christ what the hell are you doing you are making my life a living hell- “What are you doing?” 

And in response, Pat is very open and sappy about Pran. 

gif from @liyazaki

“Pran smells so good, if he is nearby, I can find him,” and Phupa is flabbergasted. He just stands there for a second, looking Pat up and down like “okay, seriously…what the fuck?” and he is so obvious about it in the way he looks at Pat and in the way he walks away, that Pat is able to tell immediately that Phupa is, once again, not vibing with Pat’s casual references to his queerness, or overt and honest love and admission of intimacy with his partner. Pat knows Pran’s scent so well that he is confident he could pick it up in the middle of the forest. That suggests a level of familiarity with a body that would traditionally be considered uncouth, if you were polite, and doubly so if you are queer. 

gif from @liyazaki

When Phupa starts walking like he’s over the conversation, Pat’s easy smile shifts to confusion “What? Haven’t you smelled Teacher’s body before?” 

(Translation: Aren’t you also so in love with your partner, and aren’t you so intimate with your partner that you could recognize his scent anywhere you went? Looking at you watermelon soap sponsorship…looking at you tea bag smell pouch…)

And it’s the inclusion of the word body that really strikes me here, because to say “what? Haven’t you smelled Teacher before?” evokes a different relationship than “What? Haven’t you smelled Teacher’s body?” does. 

“That’s too bad” Pat says, and leans suggestively close to Phupa. Like a cat toying with a mouse. Pat likes needling at Phupa’s discomfort around explicit references to Pat and Pran’s sex life. And while we know Phupa has most certainly smelled Tian’s body before, Phupa SPINS around, has this brief moment of absolute wide eye about being so blatantly asked a question that alludes to his physical relationship to and with Tian, looks Pat dead in the eye and says “I’m not a pervert like you,”

gif from @liyazaki

Harsh words. Incredibly harsh words, especially because of the connotations of queerness with perversion, especially because iirc from the KinnPorsche LGBTQ+ Facts special on IQIYI, pervert is often an insult used in Thailand for queer people. Phupa is uncomfortable with Pat’s open conversation about his queer relationship, about his queer intimacy and he chooses to meet Pat with homophobia in the way of a slur. 

But Pat is having fun, and I honestly believe he expects that kind of reaction. Pat and Pran were awkward witnesses to Tian and Phupa’s little domestic about watching him shower and looking lovingly into their eyes, but Phupa is stiff the whole time, he is aware that he is engaging in that conversation while other people are present, and he can’t take it and he literally flees. And some of that is because he is getting riled up about their fight, but we see in part 2 of this episode that when Phupa is actually angry with Tian about something, he has no problem standing up and planting his feet to confront Tian about it. 

Anyway, Pat is having fun, and Pat wants to test Phupa and so, completely unphased he starts talking about how Tian smells, as if he is familiar. He is like "my boyfriend smells soooo good, do you smell your boyfriend's body? Your boyfriend smells good" and it’s a direct display of Pat's comfortability with his partner, their closeness, and their level of intimacy. 

“Teacher Tian smells so good” Pat says with the world’s widest grin 

“How do you know that?” Phupa asks almost challenging

“I thought you said you’d never smelled him” 

gif from @liyazaki

Caught ya. Phupa has indirectly admitted to intimacy. Pat has successfully engaged Phupa in a conversation that is completely about Phupa’s queerness. 

And as Part 2 goes on, we are made more and more aware of how little outward public affection Phupa and Tian engage in. If Phupa and Tian touch around other people, there has to be a legitimate reason to do so (Tian fainted, Tian fainted again, Tian fainted a third time, Tian is drunk, Phupa is drunk, etc.). In this episode, Tian is weak and almost collapses in to Phupa’s arms because he exerted himself too much with his heart. Phupa’s hand is on Tian’s back and then Tian is away from him and standing upright, and when Phupa, Tian, Pat, and Pran exit the forest and enter the clearing of the safe house. 

Pat is using Pran as a crutch, and Phupa and Tian have placed a child in between them. They are not touching, they aren’t even standing all that close to each other. Phupa is in ranger mode, sure, but he’s not really in front of people he has to impress, he doesn’t have to be completely professional and on guard when they are in the shack together. Especially when his partner with a body that is currently trying to reject his heart, is sitting there looking on the verge of a heart attack. 

Phupa is making direct eye contact with Tian here, he is worried about Tian here, his focus is on Tian here, and yet he does not offer any physical comfort. No reassuring touch, no forehead kiss, hell, not even a hand on the back of his head to check for fever. He’s focused on getting the radio working, which is incredibly important in case there is a medical emergency, but he does not spare a second to physically ground him and Tian. He can only look from a distance. Because there are other people around, there is a child around. Phupa can’t be seen engaging in homosexual softness, Phupa has to be seen as a forest ranger, doing his job, his actual job that involves rescuing his stubborn dumbass boyfriend from yet again getting lost in the forest, but does not involve him being in love. 

Again, Phupa truly has no one here he needs to impress, he’s in a room with a child, his boyfriend, and a couple of nuisances that have shown him absolutely zero respect since the moment they waltzed in to his neck of the woods. 

At dinner even, after things have settled down, Phupa still cannot bring himself close to Tian in front of prying eyes. 

Pat and Pran? Literally sitting side by side, knees touching. They are as close to each other as they possibly can be without literally sitting in each other’s laps. 

Here is a close up of Pat and Pran literally making physical contact with each other at the knee and at the elbow. 

And what Phupa and Tian do not know, is that Pat and Pran can't be outwardly and openly affectionate to one another in public when they are at school and so they make up for it by being disgusting when they aren't in school. Pat and Pran have to keep up a pretense, and its a tragic undertone to their ability to diffuse the brewing Tian and Phupa fight by looking at each other, nodding, and then improvising a fight realistic enough to get Phupa and Tian to pull them apart. 

Because Pat and Pran’s relationship at home is a metaphor for external homophobia, because they are so used to it by now, the having to hide, to pretend they don’t like each other, to pretend they are mad, to pretend they aren’t in love, that they can just ease right in to staged fights at the drop of a fucking hat. But even in their fake fight they wind up pressed up against each other. 

(hehe, screen shot funny, look at Phupa, he zoomin’)

Because for so long the only way they could have physical contact in public was by fighting, was by beating each other up, was by pushing or pulling each other away from a fight. Pat and Pran understand that Tian and Phupa are having a fight that they also once had, but they can also see the parts underneath it, the parts that make Phupa ask why the emphasis on him in Tian’s story is about Phupa being in love with Tian rather than his work. 

Pat is simultaneously taking the opportunity of being hours and hours away from home, from where he has to hide his relationship, to be as openly and obviously in love with Pran as he has always been and is telling Phupa he is safe to be gay around. That he and Pran are safe people to be gay around, are safe people for him to be openly affectionate with his boyfriend around. 

And that stems from the parts of Pat and Phupa that are wildly different. 

Like, it is very very notable that Pat confesses his feelings for Pran practically as soon as he realizes that he has feelings for him and initiates the rooftop kiss which they share before they are even together, and then they have a bunch of little kisses, and they sneak as many touches as they can, and they make out multiple times in the show 

And Phupa and Tian have…a single forehead kiss and then one kiss, at the top of a mountain, where no one would ever be able to see them after their story is complete. 

In last week’s crossover episode, the level of intimacy that Phupa engages in with Tian is called out, even by Aof himself with the roleplaying scene between Pat and Pran where they pretend to be Phupa and Tian putting up a mosquito net and conclude that they absolutely must have kissed then. 

But we know they didn’t. We know how painstakingly long it takes for Phupa and Tian to reach that level of intimacy with one another. 

I'm even thinking backstory-wise, what is forest ranger training like? Is it part of the military? Did Phupa's gay ass have to enlist in a presumably male dominated field and like, go to training, and be around a bunch of guys, and make sure they didn't suspect he was gay?

I’m thinking about the moments in last week’s episode where it seemed like things were going better between Phupa and Tian, and it was always when Phupa was physically affectionate with Tian, putting his arm around him and not letting him go, when they were at karaoke, and when they were drunkenly stumbling home together, again locked in eachother’s embrace, where anyone could see them. 

To regress as I promised back to the leech scene I am struck by what the approach to removing the leeches says about Pat and Phupa respectively. 

Pat rips the leech off of him and Phupa takes time to put a lighter to them and pluck them off in a way that does not hurt Pat

Pat rips the leech off and bleeding for it, hurting himself in the process, because he is impulsive and impatient, Pat bleeds emotion, he's practically incapable of hiding what he's feeling, and he must obey his emotions before all else. Therefore, in Bad Buddy Episode 5, when he realizes he has feelings for Pran, Pat immediately has to talk to Pran about his feelings, immediately leans in to the emotion he is feeling in the present moment, and initiates a kiss. A kiss that leaves him feeling blissful, and that leaves him hurt because Pran walks away, because Pran has known forever how much he likes Pat, because Pat has only just figured out his feelings, he hasn’t had to sit with them for long, and yet that kiss is an equally strong release for both of them. When Phupa removes the leech from Pat’s leg he is methodical and patient, he tries to minimize the wound, it takes longer but it has the same result which is why it takes so damn long for him and Tian to get together. When I watches ATOTS and they touched pinkies under that blanket and I went "ah yes! This is the part where you start making out and fucking cause they are adults who have maybe been in a relationship before and who have both been obviously painfully aware of their feelings for eachother since the moment they laid eye on each other"...and then they don’t. Phupa waits, and waits, and waits. 

I think the fundamental thing that I see replaying in this episode especially, and with Pat and Phupa’s interactions especially is the elder versus younger queer mentality we got in Moonlight Chicken, with very different characters from Jim and Li Ming, but following a similar pattern of restraint and time versus just jumping right in. 

And it’s also why I think the conversation between Pran and Phupa is so important:

gifs by @nanons

Pat and Pran’s need to keep their relationship secret because of their family’s, and because of Pran’s mom specifically is a metaphor for external homophobia. Pat and Pran are extremely comfortable in their sexuality, very open in their love for one another when they are amongst other queer people, or amongst allies, when they are away from their hometown or when they are in the privacy of their homes. 

There are a lot of different pieces in play around Phupa and Tian’s relationship, but there is ultimately a metaphor at the most or a blatant sense at the least of internal homophobia on the part of Phupa. 

Pat has chosen to stay “in the closet” in order to be with Pran. In a convo with @shortpplfedup about this, Nini said it the most accurate and heart wrenching line: “It's honestly that Pran can't really ever compare to Pat's sacrifice here, and he KNOWS it,” 

Similarly, Phupa believes that Tian has made a sacrifice to be with him, and he knows it. Which is why he can’t bring himself to go to Tian’s birthday, because Tian has left before, because he is scared every time Tian goes that he will realize that Phupa isn’t enough. Because Phupa is afraid of being seen as Tian’s partner. Because Phupa is really only capable of being physically affectionate behind closed doors. When they are completely alone.  Cause even in the camp, when the child is sleeping and Pat and Pran are off literally fucking in the tent minding their own goddamn business, Phupa cannot bring himself to touch Tian.

They’re sharing place but not space, or whatever it was that Ayan said to Akk in their Our Skyy 2 episodes. When Phupa gives Tian his medicine, at most their fingers brush, they don’t sit down together, they don’t ground themselves with touch. They share this place, but they do not encroach on each other’s personal space…

…until Phupa falls asleep

gif by @earthpirapat

At which point Tian gets up, and places his blanket on him, and physical touches his arm, his shoulder, etc. as he is adjusting the blanket for him. 

Tian initiates the touch, Tian stayed in the village with him, Tian is sacrificing his health to be here with Phupa. Phupa has spent 90% of his time alone with the bouncing ball of sunshine that is Pat, and 5% of his time with the chaotic homosexual energy of Pat and Pran together, and to be real, as much as we know about Pat and Pran’s relationship, and as much depth as we are able to pull from these specific characters interacting in the way they do, Phupa has no idea what Pat and Pran have been through to be where they are. 

To anyone who does not know Pat and Pran’s story, they seem like nothing more than two horny young adults in love, who feel no need to hide themselves and their queerness away, that have never had a struggle in their life, and do not understand the trials and tribulations of navigating an older queer relationship, who will last the length of a honeymoon period and then disappear at the first sign of real conflict. Thus, I think Phupa grossly underestimates the company he is currently keeping.

So I think, personally, Phupa is kinda of struck by the sudden and unexpected depth that comes from Pran. That Pran is able to identify and then absolutely hone in and strike at the exact things that Phupa is struggling with. As much as Pat has both relished in the freedom he has to be disgustingly in love with his boyfriend in the woods, and as much as Pat has tried to make himself an obviously safe person to be openly gay around, Phupa is incapable of understanding what he can learn from Pat and Pran’s relationship until he realizes these boys have a lot more in common with him than he thought, and that their relationship and their relationship to one another is more complex and therefore more similar to him and Tian’s situation than he would like. 

Pran and Phupa carry the weight of feeling like nothing they do will ever compare to the sacrifices their partner has made to be with them. I didn’t get much in to Pat and Tian here, but their interaction makes it clear that they both carry the weight of feeling like their partner does not need them. 

Phupa has literally saved Tian’s life on numerous occasions, Tian is chronically ill, Tian has limitations. Phupa is a forest ranger, who is a foundation in his community, who is skilled and competent, and fiercely independent. Pat is disorganized, and impulsive, his father is the reason he and Pran can’t be open about their relationship, he is the reason Pran got sent away. 

We get a fun reversal with dynamics in these Bad Buddy x ATOTS episodes because Tian and Phupa are older, but Pat and Pran have an entire lifetime of navigating and overcoming conflict under their belt. Pat and Pran have already weathered the storm of the fight that Tian and Phupa are having. They have already settled in to who they are, but Pat and Pran (Pran especially) are able to see the ways that always giving in and never backing down wears on a person. Pran learns from seeing the pain that Tian is in that being uncompromising might cause fractures in their relationship in the future. 

Tian and Phupa (Phupa especially) are learning how to resolve their conflicts. Pran, who is holding on to Tian and Phupa’s story so tightly because it is shared, because it is open, because anyone who wants to can know about it, pushes Phupa, who cannot cope with being portrayed as being in love with Tian, to read all of the diary Tian published online. Pran pushes Phupa to push through the emotional blocks, to push past his initial concerns, and to assume Tian wrote and published this story with both an understanding of who is partner is and what Phupa is comfortable with, and with no intention of hurting anybody. 

Anyway, all of this to say, that this episode has really made me analyze Phupa with an internalized homophobia lens, and though one can never trust a P’Aof trailer, it has left me with two impressions. 

On the subject of Phupa and internalized homophobia, and needing to move past that (and more) in order for his relationship with Tian to survive this fight, @shortpplfedup said it best: 

“Now I'm thinking about one moment from the preview (but just a moment!) where Phupha tells Tian he's not gonna sneak to look at him, he's gonna OPENLY look at him”

And cause it seems like Phupa learned some things from the Bothersome Boys:

--

Case in point:

Here's multiple hours of my life I will never get back, at least I had fun! Time to go do the work I was supposed to be doing tonight :p

That's all folks!

[dumbkiri]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦 『4.5』

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ: ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ

WARNING FROM LAST PART

[Name] is declared dead and all the students can think about was the audacity they had for not being with help. Gojo Satoru now hates mochi.

Alright this is the last part to chapter four. This part is literally 13 pages long. Oh my days, I went crazy with this one. Please ignore the mistakes. I don't have a beta reader!!

“Are you cryin’?” 

Utahime looked up from the piece of rubble that was weighing heavily on her. “I’m not!” She shouted at the white haired male with an angry face. 

Satoru smiled at her and looked back at Suguru whose cursed spirit engulfed a smaller one in its mouth. “Alright, the girls are saved! Can we please go now?” 

Mei Mei sat on a giant piece of the destroyed house and asked, “You guys seem to be in a big rush. Mind telling me who's got you like this?” Though she was not staring at them, her question was directed at both the males who seemed to rush their techniques. 

Satoru waved his hand and said casually, “Eh, nothing you gotta worry about.” 

“Satoru is feeling antsy about [Name]’s solo mission to exercise a special grade.” Suguru tattled and he watched as his best friend gave him a silent death glare. Ah, Suguru couldn’t get enough of teasing Satoru’s little crush on their new friend. 

“Oh, she’s moving up to a special grade already? Her blessed technique is quite fascinating.” Mei Mei offhandedly complimented, one leg going over the other. 

“She’s just that great” Satoru praised with his hands on his hips, “She could do almost anything. We’re the perfect duo, me being untouchable and her getting rid of the curses perfectly.” 

Suguru hummed and said, “We can’t go to her yet until we tell Masamichi that we finished helping Mei Mei and Utahime out.” To which his white haired friend pulled out his phone and dialed their teacher’s number. 

“This is Satoru Gojo, we finished the mission! We are now going over to Earth-worm’s location! Uh-huh! Yup! Understood!” 

Suguru watched with a smile on his face and a chuckle left his lips when he looked over at the girls saying, “Satoru really doesn’t understand his feelings for [Name], I’d say.” 

Shoko was currently being devoured in Utahime’s arms and said, “Because of his giant ego. Satoru will never understand what a crush is until she confesses first.” 

Utahime had let go of Shoko and put a hand under her chin, “Wait, you guys really think [Name] likes Gojo? There’s no way a pure hearted girl like her would fall for that guy!” Everyone looked at her pointed finger to see Satoru still talking on the phone. 

“He might not see it until she’s in danger,” Mei Mei said with that relaxed smile on her face, “Gojo is just that kind of man. It needs to smack him in the face. He hasn’t experienced the loss of a friend yet, so he doesn’t see the importance of friendship or a crush.” 

“You might be right,” Shoko hummed and took the lollipop out of her mouth, “But [Name] is good at what she does. She may lack confidence, but she’s very strong. She can heal herself, teleport, summon weapons, bubble objects and people up, actually attack and defend. She’s an all-around jujutsu sorcerer. I can understand why the Zen’in’s are proposing a marriage deal with her.”

Suguru looked at Shoko and was taken back by her information. “Wait, [Name] accepted the marriage proposal? Who is she getting married to?” 

Utahime sweat dropped and stretched her muscles out with a nervous smile, “I take that back. I rather see little [Name] with Gojo than a Zen’in. A flower like her can’t grow in their disgusting soil. She’s not going to last!” 

Shoko shook her head and patted Utahime’s head saying, “Ah, don’t worry. [Name] rejected the offer saying she isn’t old enough to be married yet. She has plenty of years to discuss marriage deals with the Elders when she’s older.” Shoko all said this as if she was confident that everything was fine. 

But something didn’t sit right with Suguru. 

“Alright, well I am getting hungry. Are you up for something sweet?” Mei Mei opened her eyes and looked at Satoru standing next to her with a grin on his face. He was always down for a little treat.

“Of course! I just finished telling Masamichi how easy this curse was handled! I’m craving some mochi now, I’ll make sure to get some extra for my earth-worm!” Satoru began striding over to the car while Suguru felt that pit in his stomach drop further. 

“Actually I think we should head over to [Name]’s location.” He suggested firmly which made the group stand still looking at him with concern. 

“Hmm, is everything okay, Suguru? You’re the first one to believe in [Name]’s strength,” Shoko tilted her head and swished the small lollipop in her mouth. 

Suguru stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked towards them. Before he could get his answer out, Utahime’s stomach growled loudly and she bashfully shouted, “That was nothing! You all heard nothing!” 

Everyone laughed and Suguru smiled with his eyes closed, his shoulders shrugging, “You’re right. Let’s get a bite before Utahime dies of starvation.” 

“I’m not that hungry!”

Satoru watched his best friend closely and was going to question him about his urgency earlier, but it was washed away when everyone was deciding on a place to eat at. The car Satoru, Suguru and Shoko followed after Utahime’s and Mei Mei’s leading them to a cafe that was still relatively close to [Name]’s mission location. 

They all chatted with each other and ate delicious food with laughter filled in the air. Shoko and Utahime were rambling about their interests while Mei Mei listened to them quietly, her relaxed smile still present. While Suguru and Satoru were chatting about the large amount of mochi Satoru ordered. 

“She’s not going to finish all of that mochi, Satoru.” Suguru snickered. 

“What? Of course not! I’m going to share it with her while we look at the stars together. She might be super tired after the mission, but mochi always gets her up!” Satoru shot back and began packing the mochi into a paper bag. 

Suguru’s phone began to ring and he pulled it out to see Masamichi’s contact. He flipped the phone and answered it with a smile present on his face. “This is Suguru Geto.”

His eyes shot open and he abruptly stood from his seat, pushing the table a bit. The girls grabbed their drinks and one shouted at him. 

“Hey, Geto! Watch where-” Utahime immediately shut her mouth seeing the look on Suguru’s face. His eyes were wide with shock and his free hand was clenched into a tight fist. 

“Are you sure?” He asked over the phone and looked down at Satoru with a hidden pain. Suguru took a deep breath in and he fell back into his chair with a solemn expression. “Yes, I understand. We’ll be there soon.” 

The call ended and Suguru let his face rest into his hands. Then he straightened out his back and looked at the girls purposefully ignoring the piercing blue eyes next to him. “Masamichi needs us to investigate the death of a student.”

“A student? Well who is it?” Shoko asked, the fear seeping into her racing heart. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be. They were going to see her after this quick meal. They were going to help her out. 

“Don’t you dare say her name.” Satoru threatened Suguru. His voice was harsh and deep. His bright blue eyes glaring daggers at Suguru. 

The black haired male blinked and informed the group, dismissing the hollow warning from Satoru, “[Name] completed her mission only for her to die outside the veil. Her assigned assistant is missing and she was…” Suguru closed his eyes tightly and breathed out, “She was stabbed seven times, she bled out two hours ago. A local citizen found her body as he was jogging up the mountain. He called local authorities, but now everything is being covered by the school and council.” 

Everyone was silent upon hearing the devastating news. 

The wonderful taste in Satoru’s mouth from the mochi soured. His eyes glared at the table and he slipped his glasses off the bridge of his nose. He stood up from the table and looked at Shoko and Suguru telling them, “Let’s go. We wasted enough time here.” 

Shoko stood up hurriedly and Suguru followed after him with a look of regret. Damn, if only he described that pit in his stomach. If only Suguru went after that dreaded feeling. [Name] was dead now, she had been for two hours. They could have found her. They could have helped her. 

……

The drive up the mountain was long and silent. No one spoke a word to one another. The three of them were blaming themselves for their lack of urgency, strength and awareness. 

The car stopped and bright lights lit up the crime scene. Satoru was the first one out of the car and his shades were back on his face hiding his anger and sadness. “I know this could be difficult, but Masamichi wants you to examine her body. He doesn’t trust the men sent over here.” Suguru spoke softly to the short haired girl and she nodded. 

She got out of the car and closed the door behind her with trembling hands. Shoko watched Satoru walk past men with his head held high, his only goal to reach the girl that he promised he would help. She woke herself from the dip of reality and began to follow his footsteps. 

Her brown eyes widened a bit seeing that [Name] was still laying in her spot of death. Her wounded back was facing her and one arm was outstretched like a call for help. [Name]’s uniform was scuffed and soaked in her blood. 

Shoko was standing above [Name]’s body with relaxed breathing. She had to keep her cool and do her job. It was obvious Masamichi knew something was different today. There was a reason why Shoko was asked to look after her body.

She pulled out a pair of gloves from her pocket and put them on. Her hands were no longer shaking and she pulled [Name] forward to look at her back. She was stabbed five times here. Then she pushed her body back lightly. The dead girl laying on her back and her face looking up at the stars. 

Shoko took note of her bloodied nose, but she didn’t see any visible harm done towards it. Her nose looked perfectly fine. Then her hands moved down toward her abdomen where she was stabbed two times. “I’m so sorry, [Name],” Shoko apologized quietly. 

Her bloodied hands used two fingers to feel a pulse, but there was nothing left. The sign of life was nowhere to be found. “Fuck,” she whispered with an exhale. [Name] was really gone. 

“If you’re done now, miss, I’ll be taking her.” 

Shoko opened up her eyes and looked at the complete stranger that had a stretcher out for [Name]’s body. “W-who are you?” Shoko asked, scooting closer to [Name]’s body. This guy’s energy was raising red flags everywhere. 

“I am the coroner specified to look after [L.Name] [Name]’s body. I let you look at her body, but now it’s my turn to do my job.” 

Shoko shook her head and denied him, “No, she’s going back to Jujutsu Tech. Her body was to be closely examined there.” 

The man sneered and pointed at the two men next to the stretcher, “Pick this body up and deliver it to the Zen’in’s now.” He wasn’t going to listen to a girl, she would be stupid enough to question authority. And he didn’t have time for it.  

Shoko watched one man grab [Name]’s arms and the other her legs. To this, Shoko hugged [Name]’s cold body and shouted, “No, you can’t take her! She’s not yours or that cruel Zen’in she rejected rightfully!” 

Her outburst caught the boys attention and Satoru was standing right behind the man directing all of this. He took his glasses off for the second time that day and warned the three men, “If you don’t let go of her body, I’ll make sure to stuff you three into one bag and send it to the Zen’in Household. I’ll even send them a card with a nice little message on it signed by Gojo Satoru.” 

The two men holding [Name]’s limbs immediately let go and rushed away with mumbled apologies coming from their mouths. Shoko huffed and the man talking to her walked away with a scowl on his face. He would have to report this immediately to the Zen’in Head. 

“Shoko, I can take her now.” 

She looked up and saw Satoru staring at her with soft blue eyes. His clean hands were outstretched towards her to receive [Name]’s body. Shoko whispered ‘thanks’ and let Satoru pick up [Name]’s lifeless body. Her head was resting on Satoru’s shoulders and the rest of her body was held close to his chest. 

Shoko noticed the tender look in his eyes, the way he looked at [Name] with a longing. 

“Let’s go home.” 

Shoko heard Satoru whisper gently to [Name] and Shoko felt deep remorse in her soul. If only they had listened to Suguru and went straight towards her location. If only, if only, if only, if-

“Hey.” 

Shoko stood up and looked to her left to see Suguru clamp his hand onto her shoulder, “This is not our fault. [Name] knows that too, so let’s not push ourselves over the edge.”

Shoko nodded her head and wiped her eyes before the tears would fall. Suguru was right. The ones at fault were the murderers and she had an idea on who it was that killed her. 

……

Satoru sat in the passenger seat with [Name]’s body in his arms. He held onto her cold body tightly afraid she was going to disappear in a puddle of petals. Her sticky blood had seeped into mind, reminding him of how much she went through.

It was a long and uncomfortable ride for the three students. Again none of them said a word to one another. Too afraid of what was going to be said or what wasn’t. 

His blue eyes looked at every inch of her body. His six eyes examined her state and really confirmed that she had passed away. Her healing capabilities were beyond helping her. 

“Satoru, we’re here.” 

Satoru looked away from [Name]’s peaceful expression and looked to his right to see Suguru’s hands on the open car door. The white haired male stepped out and was greeted by their teacher, Nanami and Haibara. 

Their grim expressions said everything Satoru needed to see. Everyone was just as heartbroken as he was for losing [Name]. His long legs took them up the steps of Jujutsu Tech with everyone following after them. 

They all knew where Satoru was bringing [Name]’s body and no one was going to argue with the strongest. He was followed into the garden maze and he laid her body at the center where roses of all colors surrounded her body immediately. 

He brushed a lock of hair out of her face and sadly smiled down at her peaceful look. She was so beautiful despite being covered in blood and dirt. [Name] looked so serene through it all. He could only imagine the pain she went through.

Yes, my child did go through a lot of pain.

Satoru looked up from his kneeling position and was just as astounded as his peers for staring at the spirit of a goddess. Nami was showing herself to meet humans, they weren’t so sure Nami was actually real. The sad look on Nami’s face confirmed to everyone that [Name] was really gone. But Satoru already knew that with his six eyes. 

She begged for that monster to stop the pain. But like my own tormentor, he did not care. He stabbed my poor girl seven times as a lucky omen to his god.

Nami’s spirit kneeled in front of Satoru’s, both of them on either side of [Name]. Nami’s hands touched [Name]’s face and all the blood began to disappear within an instant. 

“Did she…” Satoru swallowed the lump in his throat. He was afraid to hear the answer from the goddess if he asked his question. Did she call out for me? 

Nami looked up from [Name]’s face and into the blue eyes of her child’s crush. 

No, she didn't. Her mind was too busy with the pain and suffering. But she did think of you before she left. She thought of your blue eyes and white hair. Your smile and the sound you made when you laughed.  And the thought of never seeing you again. 

Satoru clenched his teeth and balled his hands up into fists. His anger was getting the best of him and he wanted to try bargaining with the goddess to save [Name], but he knew she wouldn't have wanted that. So he took the seedling out of his pocket and held it out to the goddess. 

“Take this. For some reason, [Name]’s blessed energy was lingering on this.” Satoru grumbled. 

Nami’s irises shook upon seeing the seedling in his palm. Then she looked at the humans behind Satoru who all held looks of gloom on their faces. Nami was going to let [Name]’s soul rest after the tragedy she went through. But the world needed her and it was obvious so did her friends, her new family. 

Thank you, Gojo Satoru. 

Nami swiped the seedling out of his palm and began singing a lullaby. Her voice was capturing everybody in a trance as she planted the seedling by the podium of her protected soul. 

The bush grew with long vines and two balls of light danced around Nami’s feet. She grabbed the  [f.color] ball of light and hugged it tightly. The music and her voice was so clear in their heads. 

Then Nami walked over to [Name]’s body and pressed the ball of light into her chest where it disappeared into. A gentle smile was on Nami’s face, the singing voice fading softly as she said She won’t remember the tragic events of today. It’s best not to remind her. 

Satoru looked from [Name]’s healing body to Nami, “Are you saying that she will be alright? That she’s-” 

Nami laughed and nodded her head, It’s way too early for this precious soul to come home. But promise me that this time around you’ll protect her, Gojo Satoru?

Satoru nodded his head and said easily, “I promise.” 

Nami’s soul and the other ball of light retreated away leaving the garden in complete darkness again with the full moon being the only source of light. Everyone crowded around [Name]’s body hearing the conversation between Nami and Satoru loud and clear.

A few minutes went by and Haibara looked around the circle with a nervous smile, “She’s supposed to wake up right?” 

“Nami didn’t really specify when, idiot.” Nanami nudged Haibara away from his face with an open palm. This didn’t deter Haibara though as he crouched down by [Name]’s head and cupped his hands around his mouth. 

“IT’S TIME TO WAKE UP, SLEEPY HEAD!” 

“Haibara! You idiot, that’s not going to work!” Nanami scolded and whacked Haibara at the back of his head. The teenager laughed and shrugged his shoulders saying that it was worth a try. 

Meanwhile the second years pondered about how long [Name] would take to keep sleeping. Shoko put her fingers on her wrist and sighed in relief, “Her heart is beating and her breathing is coming to. It looks like she’s just sleeping.”

“We’re lucky that we have a goddess on our side or else we could have lost [Name],” Suguru commented lightly, sitting down next to a quiet Satoru. 

The white haired male agreed with a nod of his head. His hands combed through his hair and he laughed lightly, “We did lose her…for a while. I only brought her body here based on a feeling and that feeling was only because of the seedling. Her soul had transferred over to that seed.” 

Before everyone could ask what he meant by that, [Name] woke up with a groan and yawn. Her body stretched out and everybody dodged her flying limbs. “Careful there, sleeping beauty!” Haibara shouted with an energetic laugh. 

[Name] opened her eyes and looked at everyone strangely, “Alright who dragged me out here?” She sat up and couldn’t help, but notice the tears in Haibara’s and Shoko’s eyes. “Is everything- oomph!” She was enveloped in a giant hug by those two and she looked at the four with confusion. 

“Don’t worry about them. It’s Shoko’s time of the month,” Suguru joked while Nanami nodded his head, “Yes, same for Haibara.” 

[Name] released a laugh and hugged her friends back, “Geez, guys give me some space! I was only sleeping for a bit. Oh man, my back is so sore.” [Name] yawned into her hand and was let go from the hug. 

Her eyes scanned her surroundings and asked, “Why are we in Nami’s Garden? This is a sacred place for the goddess. You can’t just bother her for a prank!” [Name] put the blame on Haibara immediately and pulled on his ear. In turn, Haibara laughed out loud and didn’t mind the small punishment from his classmate. 

“Actually Satoru was setting up a nice star gazing night for you all and I gave him permission,” Masamichi said, walking out of the garden exit. 

[Name] tilted her head and looked at Satoru for the first time since she came back to life, “Huh? Is that true Gojo-senpai?” Her innocence was going to be the death of him. The white haired male crossed his arms over his chest and mumbled, “Yeah.” 

It was supposed to be just them two though. Back when she didn’t die though. 

“What a great idea! Let’s go get snacks at the vending machine!” Haibara shouted and began dragging Nanami with him. He walked away with a cheesy smile on his face rubbing the heck out of his ear.

“Shoko, let’s go join them,” Suguru walked behind the duo and she followed quickly telling [Name] that they’ll be back with blankets and pillows as well. 

“Hey Gojo-senpai, you seem off tonight. You’re very quiet,” [Name] observed and stood up from the bed of flowers that was shaped oddly around her body. She didn’t have time to dwell on it because her upperclassman sighed as he uncrossed his arms. 

“Stop calling me Gojo-senpai and just call me Satoru. We’re almost the same age, you just enrolled a little too late into the school, okay?” 

He sounded exasperated and this made [Name] stifle a laugh with her hand. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t know it bothered you that much, uh, Satoru.” A blush spread across her cheeks and she looked away from his vibrant blue eyes. 

Satoru couldn’t believe he was actually doing this, but he already lost her. This wasn’t going to hurt him at all. So he walked up to her and enveloped her into a hug again, but this time she was warm. This time he turned his infinity off. 

He wanted to feel all of her and she noticed it too. 

“What did I do to earn you trust, Satoru? Your infinity is down for this hug of ours,” [Name] commented softly, her chin barely resting on his shoulder. 

Satoru thought hard about his words and he pulled back to let his right hand caress her cheek, “Your energy is very inviting and I feel…safe around you.” 

[Name] hummed with a cheeky smile, “That’s a lame excuse, Gojo-senpai.” 

“Hey! What happened to calling me Satoru?” He pouted and his shoulders slumped. 

“Maybe if you admit the truth, I’ll go back to calling you by your first name,” She teased. 

“Maybe this will answer your question” Satoru whispered and brought his face closer to hers. She could feel his breath fan across her lips before he dipped further in feeling her lips on top of his. [Name] couldn’t believe it. 

Satoru was actually kissing her. THE Gojo Satoru was kissing her in Nami’s Garden. This definitely had to be a dream. So she took advantage of it. She pressed back with the same amount of enthusiasm which caused Satoru to chuckle lightheartedly in this kiss. 

He pulled back with that beautiful look on his face, “Eager are we?” 

“I’m just making sure it’s not a dream. It felt like I was sleeping for a long time, Satoru,” She whispered with a sad shine in her eyes. 

Satoru quickly noticed this and he pulled her head into his chest, “No, no. You were fine all along.” He didn’t dare look into her tearful eyes, he couldn’t admit to her that she was dead for hours. He didn’t dare tell her of the monster that brutally murdered her. “Your body just needed that real good rest, you know? We all do at some point.” 

[Name] didn’t question why he was acting this way. Why did he ignore the look in her eyes? All she knew was that the kiss was amazing and being in his arms felt safe, like she belonged for once. She hugged him back tightly and whispered, “Thank you, Satoru.” 

She had no idea what she was thanking him for, but she felt the need. 

Satoru rubbed his hand down her back and replied with, “Of course.” His eyes stared intently at the rose that glittered with a bright shine. It was like Nami was giving him approval of his slight confession. He closed his eyes and smiled, thanking Nami again for being the one to actually save [Name]. 

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SONGS THAT INSPIRED THIS CHAPTER

Isabella's Lullaby by Takahiro Obata

Just a Man by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

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yan Adam x fem reader chap 6/6 "the end?"

Finale? kinda I might do a spinoff to this series in the future but the reader is pregnant because you people kept asking for it

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TWS ,HEAVILY BRAINWASHED READER, Adam being Adam,possessiveness, Inceliness

Tags, Marriage proposal , snuggles, fluff, Travel, I tried way to hard on heaven world building

BTW this takes place in a universe where Adam won in S1 EP 8

You just finished making lunch from Adam he was laughing about something while he ate something about Lucifer's face when he killed his "precious daughter" you heard story's about what Lucifer did and you were glad he was suffering "serves that scum right" was what you thought Adam then finished his food and said "y'know what we should do today, We should go to the Empathy borough there lots of fun shit to do their and... I got a surprise for you" he teased

your face lit up you were excited to finally be able to go out somewhere after the "incident" Adam was very very controlling and made sure you were either locked in a room or in his sight at all times Adam cackled and said " that means I get to dress you up again my little doll" he then gently picked you up and walked you over to the closet where he started to look at dresses before finding one a red dress that was elegant but also soft and gentle it was perfect for you. You quickly put it on and it was perfect you looked amazing adam chuckled and said "thats it hottie" before slapping your ass

Adam started to put on his robe that he wore everywhere and then said "y'know we should fly to the transport system it would be nice to get out of the house" usually Adam would just use his high ranking angel magic to teleport but I guess he wanted to fly to the transport station which was who low ranking angels got from borough to borough heavens boroughs are HUGE most of these boroughs were about the sizes of the rings of hell so flying is not that feasible for traveling long distances but the transit station was a 7 minute flight from Adams house

Adam then grabbed your hand kissed you on the cheeks and said "ready to go hot-tits" you nodded your head before starting to guide you to the door before you two left to go to the transit port

the Virtue borough was the most well known of the 17 boroughs it was the most populated and home to all of the important stuff like the seraphim, the elder angels, the arch angels, the saints and much more. the Virtue borough has huge Golden skyscrapers and marble road you would think it would have a lot to do but no it was pretty boring "even the angels here are boring " Adam said you couldn't argue because unlike the other 16 species of angels virtue angels have no species wide ability that they all have. Adam tells you that you are a humility angels you trust him because your life before that was a blur and why would he lie to you, as you flew to the block were the transport station was Adam said "your gonna love this surprised I'm so fuckin pumped to see your reaction" his joy was plasterd all over him he was practically shaking as you two entered the transport station

The transport station was exactly what you would expect from a VERY high class area of heaven golden lots of guards and very fast lines you and Adam got on the teleportation pad leading to the Empathy ring you two chatted and waited for about 2 minutes before a voice on the intercome said "Virtue station 17 departing to Empathy station 3" and suddenly the doors closed before you all started to be teleported to the empathy ring

you guys quickly arrived at the empathy ring in around 3 minutes which was VERY LONG because Empathy is on the far west of heaven and virtue is on the East-central part their about 13 boroughs in-between the two borough. Only the humility and sacrifice boroughs are east of the Virtue borough so you were far far from home so that meant new customs to get used to

when you got out the station the first thing you noticed about empathy was how different it was The borough is Literally a group of 1160 small densely packed floating islands that are connected via bridge and instead of having the same white and gold color scheme of the virtue and other central and east boroughs the empathy borough was made of emeralds and has a dark blue-green color the entire borough looked like a rain forest and you loved it and another interesting thing about the empathy ring was their people they looked aquatic even though they didn't need to be underwater to survive. the diffrence between empathy and the seaside borough is that the seaside borough usually get no rain while its always almost wet in the empathy ring but not rainy just wet

Adam looked around seeming unfazed before laughing at how amazed you are "what are you so shocked about theirs nothing extraordinary about this place it just a little different" he mocked. You quickly agreed with him and said "yeah theirs nothing special about this place" you don't know why but when he said that you immediately agreed with him Adam then said "now I wanna show you all the cool shit to do here" before Grabbing you and flying couple streets down till you get to a restaurant that he always talked about

You two walked in and the waiter there looked shocked but said "oh oh my sir it is a pleasure to be in your presence" before bowing Adam just looked annoyed and said "you didn't have to do all that but it was still fucking sweet I just want a table for 2 in my usual seat" the waiter got up quickly and said "oh right this way sir" before Before raising his arms and quickly one of the display little Lakes where some koi and other fish were turned into a staircase of water you were at first a little scared but Adam quickly put his foot on it and he could stand it was strange you are just shocked he started walking and said "come on babe what the fuck are you waiting for get up here" before taking your hand and you to start to walk up this is the first time you've seen the power of these angels and it was very surprising you thought they just lived with water you didn't know they could control them but after all there was a lot of things you didn't remember that's why I needed him right?

The waiter walked you to what he said was his favorite see it it was a wonderful seat overlooking one of the many gorgeous parks of the empathy Borough you two sat down and he said "man this place is even better than when I last came don't know why I didn't take you here sooner just it's a long way but that's no excuse I'm fucking sorry babe I deprived you" you just said sad that you made him feel bad " it's okay don't be sad we would have gone here eventually so why Rush" "Yeah you're right" Adam said then saying "let's just enjoy The View" the view was gorgeous it was facing right next to one of them thousands of parks inside the empathy Borough this one had waterfalls and wonderful Greenery you two are sat next to each other so you cozied into him "awwwww how precious" Adam teased before putting his hand on your head you were disappointed when the waiter interrupted your moment to ask what your drink order would be you ordered what you thought would be good the dragon fruit smoothie Adams are they ordered something non-alcoholic instead " aww is wittle baby too scared to get drunk that's okay" he teased then saying his order " I'll have the white vodka with fruit juice and three shots of strawberry syrup" the way to seemed to be anxious why though why would he be anxious around Adam the gracious first man "o-o-o-ok sir right away" he stuttered before scurrying off somewhere 

You and Adam went back to looking at the wonderful view of the park his wings seemed to snuggle around you since you cleaned his feathers they've been really soft almost like a blanket so you didn't try and complain not like you were going to anyways but it was just nice to be wrapped around the big blanket like feathers Adam seem to pull his wings closer to him also pulling you closer to him as he started to pet your back and said "you're all mine you know that I'll protect you and keep you safe and make sure you don't see or think anything dangerous" it's really the least I could do as a decent husband you're nodded and ran your hands through his feathers seeming to make sure that was nothing stuck in between them and if there was anything you would pluck them out because you didn't want him to have dirty feathers it just urked you Adam chuckled and said ' that feels nice you really are perfect" he kept petting you and even going down to your wings even though they were slightly smaller because of what happened he's still said they were cute and adorable and it was even better that you couldn't fly so you couldn't try and do anything "rash"

You then saw the waiter  come over with your drinks he put them down on your guys table and said "enjoy" in that same anxious tone before scurrying off somewhere again " what's his problem" Adam Scoffed " I only banished three of the waiters here to hell it wasn't my fault they will be until slow and they were heaven born anyway so nobody really cared" he said with a slight sadistic undertone you two then kept looking around at the park " I wish this moment would never end" you said so Adam knew you were happy " me too... because this drink is fucking delicious" Adam said as he asked you what you wanted to order " I think the Tropical salad would be delightful" you said Adam was shocked and said "ugh diet food I'm gonna get the marinated Teriyaki ribs extra ribs" he mocked before calling over the waiter and placing the order " you better be quick or you know what happeneds" in a cruel the threatening way but that's just because he wants his food not because he's evil or anything it's their fault is what you thought he waiter then scurried off again and you two kept looking out at the park as he cuddling you ever so gently it was like the fluffiest down pillow " keep doing that babe its adorable" Adam whispered into your ear making you flustered which adam just found even more adorable "I love you and you're all flustered like that it's so hot" Adam teased you just giggled enjoying his teasing you like that when I talk to you like that you found it attractive for some reason but it's best not to question it right? The waiter then came rushing in with your food the plate the atoms ribs are serve one is bigger than you and you think the ribs were around half your size your salad was a bit more modest but you're still big it was served in a nice wooden Bowl it was filled with colorful fruits they didn't even know existed along with crumbly cheese pieces of crispy bread and very fresh vegetables the waiter then left in the same anxious pace as last time 

You and Adam continue to eat your food it was delicious and he seemed to love it too " told you this place would be delicious they make these ribs so good I just can't eat thousands of them at a time you know what I'm feeling " you're nodding along listening intently but not knowing what to say Adam seem to be very passionate about this place "I swear this place ever goes out of business I'll kill everybody who helped to make it out of business the tax  the people who chose to shut it down and the owners for not telling me that it's shutting down " once you to finish your food Adam just picked you up and flew out of the window " don't worry I'm allowed to eat here for free they  love me here "

He then landed with you at the same park you guys were overlooking it was beautiful there was a wonderful draping trees and all sorts of colors and the path you are on was there for thousands of years this park was one of the oldest in heaven so you could see all the old landmarks that were there since the times of the elder  angels " pretty soon we're going to be at that place where I have a surprise for you" Adam said as you two continue to walk

 The park was better than anything you've ever seen there were traditional old monuments there from the era before Humanity was created it depicted beautiful Elder angels and the entire shrine was grown with vines but strangely it felt like it was meant to be that way it matched the aesthetic of the green Lush empathy ring Adam then chirped in and said  "I'm so pumped to show you my surprise your gonna  love it you're going to be like wow Adam you're so great I love you that's fuck" you blushed slightly trying to hide it you are so excited to see what a surprise was it's like Adam was a genius the setting the ambiance there was light roses everywhere and Lush flowers to compliment it it was a perfect place to  visit especially on a nice spring day you and Adam eventually got to a small area where nobody was right by one of the hundreds of lakes in this park he lifted up a vine to show a small area not for you too that was beautiful flowers it was a little cave basically made of flowers and it was right by the water he sat down in motion due to sit next to him " well I know what technically "married " but I don't feel like I made it official you feel me so will you spend the rest of your life with me " Adam then pulled out a beautiful ring it was everything you could have imagined that had a beautiful rose gemstone on it complimented with the wonderful gold exterior " yes yes yes Adam I will " you said before leaning and giving them a big hug he hugged you too and said " I knew you would say that sorry for not proposing earlier I was scared you would get overwhelmed or some shit like that women are strange and sensitive like that " he said before continuing to hug you you to stayed like that hugging each other just enjoying each other's company until Adam finally said " let's go home babe we can prepare for the wedding " before I picked you up and you too flew into the distance

[verdantcrimson]

Let's Play and Learn

Writer: Yuumasu

Season: Autumn

TL: verdantcrimson

(Unproofread)

Mitsuru: We’re heeere~! It’s the amusement park, the amusement park!

Tomoya: Hold on, Mitsuru. You aren’t a little kid anymore, don’t get all worked up about it. 

Mitsuru: Why not, why not? Everyone can have fun at an amusement park!

Mitsuru: I’ve been looking forward to this for looong time, so I’m gonna have as much fun as I can! YAHOO!

Tomoya: Wai- Don’t drag me by the arm, listen to me!

Souma: …… Today, Tenma seems more excitable than usual.

Hajime: Heheh. It’s been a while since all us four Ra*bits have gone on an outing like this.

Hajime: I think it’s because everyone from AKATSUKI is with us. Right, Nii-chan?

Nazuna: Yup. Hajime-chin, you can spend your time however you like too, kay? Relaxation is important.

Hajime: Okay!

Hajime: … Ah, Tomoya-kun and Mitsuru-kun are waving me over. It looks like they’re taking pictures with the mascots.

Kuro: Hey, Kanzaki. You go and take a picture too.

Souma: I as well?

Kuro: You’re the eldest amongst the students. That makes you their ‘big brother’. Keep an eye on the little ones and make sure they don’t tire themselves out.

Souma: I am their ‘big brother’, you say?

Souma: Leave it to me! ♪ I shall go forth, as an elder!

Keito: —Considering what you came here to accomplish, shouldn’t you be the one interacting with the kids, Kiryu?

Kuro: Uhhh…… That’s, well, I’ll get around to it eventually…

Nazuna: Ahaha! At that rate, you won’t make any progress at all, y’know~?

Keito: I agree. By the way, Nito was the one who came up with the plan for today, correct?

Nazuna: Ah, yeah. I happened to bump into Kuro-chin at the office last week, and he told me his thoughts on ‘Bogie Time’.

Nazuna: He also asked me: “How do you react entertainingly on shows like that?”

Nazuna: I gave him some advice on a few things, but ‘reacting’ isn’t a skill you can just get by listening to someone tell you how to do it, right?

Nazuna: We decided to train somewhere far removed enough from day to day life to put it into practice— Hence the special training at the amusement park.

Nazuna: Then we figured two guys hanging out on their own would be lonely, so we decided to invite our pals along! ♪ 

Keito: I can understand that much, however… Other four invitees aside, why call me? I’m not exactly the kind of person that would jump for joy at the prospect of going to an amusement park.

Kuro: With everyone else taggin’ along, wouldn’t you feel sad bein’ the only one left out?

Kuro: I didn’t want to make you feel bad, or have ya thinkin’ that I didn’t call ‘cause you’re too busy with work or somethin’.

Kuro: Havin’ ya here would make me happier too, Hasumi. Guys like us don’t tend to come to places like these often, right?

Kuro: I’m lookin’ forward to seein’ an unexpected side of ya. ♪

Keito: So, you’re expecting me to make a fool of myself? You have terrible taste. 

Keito: … But well, like you said earlier. Kanzaki seems to be happy about this.

Keito: I suppose you’ll need a reliable adult around. Don’t you appreciate that, Kiryu?

Kuro: ‘Course. I’m always appreciative of ya, Hasumi danna……♪

Keito: Hmph… Now that I’m here, I’ll make certain you accomplish your goals.

Keito: According to the pamphlet, the attractions that would be best for training your reactions are…… The haunted house, log flume, rollercoaster, as well as the—

Kuro: Ugh. Could we skip the rollercoaster and other swingy stuff? You already know I’m not a rides guy.

Nazuna: Then, how about this one? It’s an attraction where you can have fun talking to the crew.

Nazuna: Since you can’t predict what people are going to say next, it’ll be perfect for upgrading your adlib power. ♪

Souma: …… One and all, how long do you intend to keep conversing for?

Souma: T’would be a shame to waste away our time for naught. I wish for our senpai to enjoy the amusement park alongside us as well.

Kuro: Whoops. Sorry Kanzaki.

Kuro: You’re right. Even if I’m avoidin’ the rides, I’m sure I’ll be able to learn somethin’ from all the other attractions.

Kuro: Alright, shall we go and have some fun together? ♪

[A few hours later]

Nazuna: … Oh, I’ve got a call from Hajime-chin.

Nazuna: Hello? Were you able to buy the churros?

Nazuna: Uhuh. Yup, yup. …… Got it, you can take your time. Seeya.

Nazuna: Turns out the line ended up being surprisingly long, so it’ll take them some time to get back.

Kuro: I see. Honestly, that’s kind of a relief. They were constantly draggin’ me all over the place.

Keito: Yes. The amount of walking around they did was quite surprising.

Nazuna: Both of you look exhausted~. Feels like you’re two dads on vacation! ♪

Nazuna: But I’m impressed, ‘cause Kuro-chin still seriously practiced his reaction expressions.

Kuro: ‘Course I’d take it seriously. Otherwise there’d be no point in comin’ here.

Keito: Even so, doesn’t embarrassment tend to win out for most? You put in so much effort to act horrified at the haunted house, that you managed to horrify the ghosts—

Keito: And when you asked the mascot character for an autograph, It was like you were threatening him. You took it so seriously that it was almost comical. In some ways, this has been a learning experience for me as well.

Kuro: Haha. Comical, huh? Can’t tell if I’m bein’ praised or degraded here.

Kuro: So now, let’s have a look what other attractions there are……

Mitsuru: —Then, how’s this?

Nazuna: Oh, you guys are back. …Hm? What’s that?

Mitsuru: A horned headband! It glows in the dark! I bought one for everyone so we could remember our amusement park trip! ☆

Kuro: You want me to wear that and walk around? Nah, I couldn’t. I mean, obviously…… It just wouldn’t suit me.

Mitsuru: Eeeh? I expected a happier reaction! You might have to wear even sillier outfits when you go on variety shows, don’tcha think?

Mitsuru: If wearing a headband makes you feel embarrassed, you’re not gonna be able to do anything!

Kuro: But…

Mitsuru: Now’s my chance!

Kuro: Yipes. Close call… I almost got a headband put on me.

Mitsuru: You dodged!? If you had stayed put for just a little longer, I would’ve had it! Bummer!

Nazuna: ……Oh. Kuro-chin, Kuro-chin, wouldn’t this also work as training your reaction skills?

Kuro: Huuh? Whaddya mean?

Nazuna: Liiike this! —Hiiyah! ☆

Kuro: Woah! Nito, not you too!

Nazuna: Darn it~! Tomoya-chin, Hajime-chin, come on! Let’s join forces and put this headband on him!

Tomoya & Hajime: Got it! 

Kuro: Hey now, how’s a 4v1 even fair…?

Souma: Indeed, it seems as though Kiryu-dono is also enjoying himself whilst frolicking around in such a manner. I shall cheer for you as well…♪

Kuro: I don’t need you cheerin’, help m—

Kuro: …No. I ain’t gonna make a peep. If I start complainin’ now, I’ll lose my dignity as a man.

Kuro: Bring it, rabbits. I’ll take ya all on…!

Souma: Hehe. As one would expect of Kiryu-dono, he fights a solitary battle. ♪

Souma: ……By the by, Hasumi-dono. In this particular circumstance, what exactly would qualify Kiryu-dono as the victor?

Keito: No clue.

[monstrousgourmandizingcats]

Some books and stories that I think are worth reading in conversation with Yellowjackets

Shirley Jackson, all works but especially The Sundial, The Haunting of Hill House, and We Have Always Lived in the Castle. Jackson might or might not need any introduction in this fandom. The Sundial is her take on doomsday preppers, Hill House is of course her haunted house novel (one of the classics of that genre), and Castle has a female protagonist who makes Shauna look like a plaster saint.

Flannery O'Connor, The Violent Bear It Away. O'Connor's work has some of the most pervasive darkness and brutality of any major American writer (maybe Ambrose Bierce comes close), and the second of two novels that she completed before her death is no exception. (The first, Wise Blood, is also very good; the intended third, Why Do the Heathen Rage?, only exists as a fragmentary short story.) Francis Marion Tarwater is kidnapped and raised in the woods by his great-uncle, who is convinced that Francis is destined to be a prophet. The great-uncle's death commences a bizarre adventure involving auditory hallucinations, sinister truckers, an evil social worker, arson, developmental disabilities, and baptizing and drowning someone at the same time. Content warnings for all of the above plus rape. O'Connor is also a fairly racist author by today's standards--she was a white Southerner who died in 1964--so keep that in mind as well.

Ruth Ozeki, The Book of Form and Emptiness. Teenage protagonist is schizophrenic and also a channel for a genuinely supernatural force; well-intentioned but poorly-considered efforts to treat one of these issues make the other worse. Sound familiar? There are supporting characters who are affectionate parodies of Slavoj Zizek and Marie Kondo. A minor character is a middle-aged lesbian who cruises dating apps for hookups with much younger women. Some people find this book preachy and overwritten, but I really like it and would plug it even if I didn't because the author is someone whom I've met and who has been supportive of my own writing.

Yukio Mishima, The Decay of the Angel. Can be read in translation or in the original Japanese. This is the fourth and last book in a series called The Sea of Fertility but I wouldn't necessarily recommend the first three as particularly YJ-ish; Decay is because it deals at great length with issues of doubt and ambiguity about whether or not a genuinely held, but personally damaging, spiritual and religious belief is true. There's also more (as Randy Walsh would put it) lezzy stuff than is usual for Mishima, a gay man. Content warnings for elder abuse, sexual abuse of both children and vulnerable adults in previous books in the series, forced abortion in the first book if you decide to read the whole thing from the beginning, and the fact that in addition to being a great novelist the author was also a far-right political personality.

Howard Frank Mosher, Where the Rivers Flow North. An elderly Vermont lumberjack and his Native American common-law wife refuse to sell their land to a development company that wants to build a hydroelectric power plant. Tragedy ensues. I haven't read this one in a long time but some images from the movie stick in my mind as YJ-y. Lots of fire, water, and trees.

Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers. Yes, this is the same Leonard Cohen who later transitioned into songwriting and became a household name in that art form. Beautiful Losers is a very weird, very horny novel that he wrote as a young man; it deals with the submerged darkness and internal tension within Canadian and specifically Quebecois society. One of the main characters is Kateri Tekakwitha, a seventeenth-century Iroquois convert to Catholicism who was probably a lesbian in real life (although Cohen unfortunately seems unaware of this). This one actually shows up YJ directly; the song "God Is Alive, Magic Is Afoot" that plays in the season 2 finale takes its lyrics from a particularly strange passage.

Monica Ojeda, Jawbone. Can be read in translation or in the original Spanish. Extremely-online teenage girls at a posh bilingual Catholic high school in Ecuador start their own cult based on such time-honored fodder as Herman Melville novels, internet creepypasta (no, this book does not look or feel anything like Otherside Picnic), and their repressed but increasingly obvious desire for one another. The last part in particular gets the attention of their English teacher, whose own obsessive internalized homophobia grows into one of the most horrifying monstrous versions of itself I've ever read. Content warning for just about everything that could possibly imply, but especially involuntary confinement, religious and medical abuse, and a final chapter that I don't even know how to describe. Many thanks to @maryblackwood for introducing me to this one.

Jorge Luis Borges, lots of his works but especially "The Aleph," "The Cult of the Phoenix," and "The South." Can be read in translation or in the original Spanish. The three works I list are all short stories. The first deals with mystical experiences and the comprehensibility (or lack thereof) of the universe, the second with coded and submerged references to sexuality in general and homosexuality in particular, the third with leaving your well-appointed city home for a ranch in the middle of nowhere and almost immediately dying in a knife fight, which is surely a very YJ series of things to do.

H.P. Lovecraft, "The Colour out of Space," "The Dunwich Horror," "The Dreams in the Witch House," and "The Thing on the Doorstep." Lovecraft in general needs no introduction--the creepiness, the moroseness, the New Englandness, the purple heliotrope prose, his intense racism (recanted late in life but not in time to make any difference in his reception history) and the way his work reflects his fear of the Other. These short stories are noteworthy for having settings that are more woodsy and less maritime than is usual for Lovecraft's New England, for overtones of the supernatural rather than merely the alien, for featuring some of his few interesting female characters, and for their relative lack of obvious racial nastiness. Caveat lector nevertheless.

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick. It's Moby-Dick. Once you realize that Captain Ahab is forming a cult around the whale and his obsession with it you can't unrealize it.

[seoheesoo]

What if Sakumo were alive and how Kakashi's life would have changed after Naruto was born

[Part 6]

"I can't believe it's been nine months already!" - Obito said excitedly.

The teenagers arrived at the Namikaze family's house. Kakashi raised his hand to knock, but the front door suddenly opened. A young woman came out of the house.

"Tsunade oba-san!" - Kakashi smiled at the woman, who looked at the three teenagers with a surprised look.

"Kakashi! Look how you've grown!" - Tsunade extended her hand and patted the guy’s hair. - "Have you come to visit Kushina?"

The teenagers nodded.

"Come in, she just woke up", - Tsunade stepped aside. - "I'll go see Sakumo-san for now."

Obito and Rin bowed to the woman in farewell.

"Why do you call Tsunade-sama an aunt?" - Obito immediately asked as soon as the woman disappeared around the bend.

"Because Jiraiya is my uncle", - Kakashi shrugged and entered the house.

"So what?" - Obito screamed. - "You're always like this. You can never answer a question directly. You're annoying!"

"Be quiet", - Rin shushed him. - "You'll wake up the baby."

The teenagers took off their shoes and walked into the living room. The door to the bedroom was slightly open. Obito and Rin knocked and entered the room, while Kakashi hesitated at the entrance.

"Obito, Rin!" - he heard a woman's voice. - "Glad to see you."

"Kushina-san!" - Obito rushed to her first. - "How are you?"

The woman was lying on the bed. Traces of fatigue were visible on her face. She smiled softly at the worried teen and squeezed his hand tightly.

"I’m fine", - she reassured the guy.

Obito did not take his eyes off her, in which anxiety was noticeable. At the same time, Kakashi finally entered the room. While Obito and Rin were talking to Kushina, Kakashi moved closer to Minato.

"Do you want to hold him?" - asked the Fourth Hokage as soon as Kakashi was nearby.

Hatake nodded uncertainly. Minato smiled encouragingly at him and held out the child. Kakashi carefully picked him up and pulled him closer.

"Hey Naruto, wake up", - Minato bent over the baby. - "It's time to meet."

The child in Kakashi's arms began to stir. His eyelids fluttered and after a moment he opened his big, blue eyes. Kakashi turned his back to everyone and pulled the mask off his face with one hand. His lips stretched into a gentle smile.

"Hello Naruto", - he said softly. - "My name is Kakashi."

Naruto blinked.

"I’m so happy to finally meet you", - Kakashi leaned over the baby and touched his cheek with his finger. - "From this day on, I will be your big brother. And I will always be by your side. I give you my word."

"Kakashi! I want to hold Naruto too!" - he heard a loud voice behind him and quickly pulled the mask over his face.

"Wait", - he muttered and hugged the child tighter.

"Hey, that's not fair!" - Obito immediately pouted. - "Give him to me."

Kakashi shook his head stubbornly. Minato and Kushina laughed.

"Come on, Kakashi, let Naruto meet his other siblings", - Minato put his hand on the guy’s shoulder.

"Okay", - Kakashi muttered displeasedly and handed the baby to Rin.

***

Three years have passed since Naruto was born and four years since Minato assumed the post of Hokage. Konoha was rapidly changing under the leadership of the Fourth Hokage. The first thing Minato did was remove Danzo from all affairs and abolish the Root. As soon as Kakashi turned seventeen, Minato appointed him head of the ANBU. Not only focusing on changing the ANBU system, Minato also advocated reforming the police department. By concluding an alliance with the head of the clan, Fugaku Uchiha, with the support of Obito, Minato was able to change the attitude of the elders and residents of Konoha towards the entire Uchiha clan.

In addition to changes within the village itself, Minato actively advocated signing peace treaties with other villages and ending bloody wars. The long-awaited peaceful era of shinobi has arrived.

Kakashi was patrolling the borders when he suddenly felt familiar chakra. He stopped abruptly, and his team members immediately froze nearby.

"Go ahead, I need to check something."

Having waited for their nods, Kakashi headed towards the supposed location of the familiar chakra. He landed silently on a tree branch and glanced at the ground. In the middle of the edge of the forest stood a child. Kakashi jumped down. The child turned around and shuddered in fear.

"Naruto", - Kakashi called him quietly.

The boy covered his face with his hands in defense. Kakashi mentally cursed. The child had never seen him in his ANBU uniform before. Kakashi removed the Hound mask from his face and then quickly pulled off the black mask as well.

"Naruto", - he called the child again. - "It's me."

The boy slowly moved his hands away from his face and turned his gaze to the guy.

"Kashi nii-chan!" - with the speed of the wind, the boy rushed at Kakashi and hugged him tightly around the neck.

"I’m sorry I scared you", - Kakashi said softly, stroking the child’s back soothingly. - "What are you doing here? And why are you alone?"

Naruto was silent, still trembling slightly from the emotions he had experienced. Kakashi decided not to put pressure on the child, giving him time to come to his senses. After a few seconds, he felt a familiar chakra approaching. He quickly pulled his black mask over his face and carefully broke the hug from the boy.

"Genma, captain of the Hokage's personal guard", - Kakashi turned to the arriving guy and deliberately emphasized his position. - "Would you like to explain why the hell the son of the Fourth got lost in the forest alone?"

The guy put his palm forward and frowned.

"Do you remember that five days ago the Fourth sent me on a mission to Hidden Sand Village? I returned an hour ago and was immediately informed that Naruto had escaped."

"Escaped?" - Kakashi clenched his hands into fists. - "So, what did your incompetent subordinates tell you? Isn't it their responsibility to protect and monitor the Fourth's son? How could a three-year-old child escape from their surveillance? Do they even understand the danger they put him in? What if something happened to him?"

Genma jumped off the branch and came closer to the guy.

"According to them, in recent days he began to run away more and more often. And it became more difficult for them to find him."

"They also have the audacity to come up with excuses for themselves?" - Kakashi’s cold voice cut deeper and sharper than any dagger.

Genma glanced worriedly at his right hand, which was beginning to gather chakra. The accumulated chakra crackled and enveloped the guy's entire arm in blue bolts of lightning.

"They were very unlucky that it was not the Fourth who found out about this, but me. Minato sensei could have spared them, but I won’t", - Kakashi growled in a slow and low voice. - "I'll kill them."

"Kakashi, stop", - Genma took a step forward, standing in the guy’s path completely without any fear. - "You're scaring Naruto."

Lightning flashed and disappeared. Kakashi turned around and met the gaze of frightened eyes. Hatake dropped to one knee in front of the child.

"This is the second time I’ve scared you, I’m sorry", - Kakashi bowed his head guiltily.

"Kashi nii-chan, I didn’t mean to", - sobbed Naruto.

Big blue eyes filled with tears.

"I ran away and now you’re angry with me", - the child said in a broken voice, rubbing his eyes with small fists.

Kakashi's heart sank. He extended his hand and hugged the boy tightly.

"Naruto, I'm not angry with you", - he whispered, feeling hot tears on his shoulder. - "Listen to me carefully, Naruto Namikaze, I will never be angry with you. You will never disappoint me. And you should never be afraid of me. I will always be by your side to lend you a hand or lend my shoulder. I will always be behind you, protecting you and guiding you. You should never worry about this."

The boy's small arms hugged his neck tighter. Kakashi could feel the child's heart beating fast in his chest.

"Do you promise?" - the boy asked in a quiet voice.

"Promise", - Kakashi vowed, putting all his love and devotion into one word.

***

"I knew I would find you here", - Kakashi heard Guy’s voice, and then felt Might sit down next to him. - "You weren’t near the gate and I didn’t find you in the apartment. You usually meet me after missions. Something happened?"

Kakashi could feel his excitement. Guy knew him too well, he could read all of Kakashi's hidden feelings just by looking at him. Hatake felt Guy's hot hand gently squeeze his palm.

"It’s interesting how much has changed in the village in the three months that I was gone", - Guy decided not to put pressure on Kakashi and decided to continue the conversation, giving Hatake time to find the right words. - "Did Naruto acquire some new techniques? I can't wait to meet him tomorrow and show him some new moves."

Kakashi snorted quietly. Guy loved Naruto very much and if it were his will, he would spend every free minute with the child. Kakashi liked to watch them train while sitting under the shade of a tree with a book in his hands. Guy and Naruto were very similar to each other in Kakashi's eyes. Both had immense energy and literally glowed from within, like two bright suns. And usually, when Guy went on long missions, Naruto's company brightened up the days of waiting for Kakashi. But not at this time.

"I’ve been having nightmares a lot lately", - Kakashi said in a hoarse voice.

Guy tensed.

"Every night I dreamed that I was losing everyone I cared about. Father, Duy-san, Obito, Rin, Minato sensei, Kushina-san, Jiraiya ji-san… They all died right in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to save them. I just watched helplessly as they left."

Guy silently listened to Kakashi's monologue. Hatake could feel how carefully and tenderly Guy squeezed his hand.

"And every night I woke up with a scream in my throat", - Kakashi sighed heavily and turned to face the guy. - "But, you know, there was something that helped me break out of these nightmares and come to my senses."

Guy waited with bated breath to hear the continuation of the story.

"You", - Kakashi finally said.

Guy's gaze warmed. The tense shoulders relaxed and the corners of the lips curled into a soft smile.

"Thinking about you brought me to my senses", - Kakashi continued. - "You know, my brain never formed nightmares about you. Because I know better than anyone that I simply won’t be able to stand it if I see something happen to you. I can and I was able to survive nightmares about all the people close to me, but I know very well that if something happens to you, I will break."

Kakashi pulled Guy's arm, forcing him to move closer. And then put his head on his shoulder.

"You are my anchor, Guy. Always have been. As a child, you always brought me down to earth when I acted like an arrogant kid. In my youth, when I was drowning in the blood of my enemies, you pulled me to the surface, not allowing me to choke. You became my support and my strength."

Guy gently ran his hand through the Hatake's hair.

"I often think about the future when I look at Naruto", - Kakashi admitted. - "This child was born in such a cruel world, but I want to change this world so that he does not have to experience the horrors that you and I once went through. I want his whole life to be filled only with happiness, joy and love. Sometimes I worry that he is too energetic and that it might put other people off. But, you know, this child is special. There is something in him that, on the contrary, attracts other people to him, makes them follow him. Very soon he will go to the Academy. Because of his parents' status, I was afraid that the other kids might shun him, but he manages to befriend every kid he meets. He has already made friends with Itachi's younger brother, the Kazekage's son and the children of Ino-Shika-Cho."

Guy smiled. Kakashi's voice changed when he spoke about his little brother. Guy could feel Kakashi's boundless love for Naruto.

"These are peaceful times, but sometimes this calm scares me."

"I understand what you mean", - Guy nodded.

"It’s like everything can collapse in an instant. It’s like this whole world is an illusion."

"That’s not true, Kakashi", - Guy objected softly.

"I want to believe", - Hatake sighed tiredly and closed his eyes.

He felt like he was falling asleep. And he knew that next to Guy, all the nightmares would finally recede.

"I missed you", - Kakashi said. - "Three months is too long. I was afraid that you wouldn't come back."

"I will always come back to you", - Guy gently hugged him by the shoulders. - "In this world and in all others. In this life and in all others. In every reality and in every universe, I will always return to you. Only to you."

Kakashi smiled.

"Sounds like the most serious promise", - he teased the guy.

"This is my self rule", - Guy lifted Kakashi’s face and softly kissed his forehead.

"Maa", - Kakashi pulled off his mask and covered his lips with his own, feeling Guy’s happy smile. - "I love you too".

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[liobi]

I've been seeing a weirdly high level of Dungeon Meshi discourse that just. Completely misses the point lately and I'm honestly kinda frustrated about it. So.

First point of address. Laios isn't canonically autistic. He is written in a way that lends itself to the reading of him being neuro divergent, and I think if he was a real person he would be on the spectrum, but the world of Dunmeshi itself does not have the concept of autism (yet). If it did you can bet the human enthusiast Kabru would have immediately pegged Laios as such. As for Falin, she'd also likely be ND but closer to ADHD judging by the relatively small amount we get to actually see her existing as a character.

NOW THAT THAT'S OUT OF THE WAY. Toshiro isn't being ableist with his expectations of Laios picking up on social queues and being angry that he doesn't get it! Laios is legitimately rude to him! In terms of micro-aggressions, he does it constantly and unintentionally. He straight up calls Toshiro strange looking and fucks up his name! But the thing is, Toshiro's biggest flaw is that he applies his cultural norms to his interactions with everyone, regardless of culture. Chilchuck and Mick have a small talk about how Toshiro, with zero indication of feelings beforehand or any romantic involvement, just asks Falin to marry him and expects it to go well, all because she looked at a bug and he thought she was the most unique and different woman he had ever met (small aside, almost all the women he had met at this point are either family, his dad's mistress that is more of a mom to him than his own mom, his retainers, and his uhhh indentured servants/Literal Slaves)(Itsuzumi is a whole ass other conversation that I'm not even remotely qualified to talk about). He's a man of high social status that's never had to think about that fact before, never had to examine the power and privilege he has at his disposal. As a result, his expectations of people to learn his cultural norms, something he's been used to in his homeland, go unmet and are a source of friction.

Here's a real life example. In the US Midwest, if a person slaps their knees and/or stands up, sometimes saying some combination of "Welp/it's getting late..." They're politely telling their guests "get the fuck out of my house." It's impolite to ask people to leave, even politely. This is absolutely arcane and insane, why would anyone do this? Society!

Toshiro has grown up in a place where he's had to be hyper-aware of these things, where he can't verbally state what he literally wants or means. And he's conformed! He's decided to do what's expected of him. Laios, on the other hand, instead chafed against the expectations put on him as the child of the village elder and against the way people treated Falin for being different. He gave up his privilege (assured house, home, fiancee, position and responsibility within their town) in order to pursue a freedom beyond the society he saw as wrong. Laios is fundamentally uninterested in people (as opposed to monsters and demi-humans which is why he's uniquely suited to dealing with the multicultural aftermath of The Whole Thing), but he values his loved ones and personal code of honor enough to do what he needs to protect those things, even if it means going against society.

Anyways this is a long winded way of saying Toshiro and Laios are complex characters and narrative foils of each other in the early narrative and shouldn't be turned into one dimensional parodies of themselves for the purpose of Hot Takes. Thanks.

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content warnings: 18+ MDNI(minors do NOT interact) , nsfw, smut, sex mentions, sexual coercion, degradation and more. Also it’s my first fanfic and first time writing something…smutty…I had to do lots of research and etc. since I’m not use to a lot of terms and etc. so pls bear with me ;;

In between The Strongest

By 4zero4

A Gojo x oc x Geto fanstory

“Gojoooooooo! Give. It. Back.” I whined looking at Gojo Satoru who was smirking away, mocking me for my stature as he held my journal up high. He knew I wouldn’t be able to reach it, him being 6”3’ in height and me being at least with shoes a good 5”0’ in comparison.

As Gojo began to chuckle as I felt my face turn red in frustration, the journal returned safely in my hands without me having to get it myself. I looked beside me and Gojo, Geto Suguru was there sighing at his best friend's antics. Geto had swiftly retrieved the journal while Gojo let his guard down for a second from being distracted by my whines.

“Satoru, why must you always tease Sa-rang at the most difficult times?” He asked Gojo in an apathetic tone.

“When did you two get so comfy to be on a first name basis?” Gojo remarked while studying Getos facial expressions. I intentionally kept a line drawn between Gojo and I. So only Shoko and Geto were on an informal basis with me. Though I still by habit call Suguru by his family name. The wind blew Geto’s bangs back a bit as he went to sit opposite of us at one of the benches, clearly not going to answer Gojo’s question. Geto was too busy surveying our surroundings with one of his cursed spirits.

Geto leaned his head back and rubbed the temples of his forehead.

“Still nothing.” he let out an exasperated sigh.

We three were sent to an abandoned shrine in a rural part of Japan. Usually Shoko would be here to be my guardian from Gojos games of mockery but she had another mission elsewhere.

Only 4-8 families still lived in this village and the shrine has not been in use since long before the village was founded. The shrine was already there when the villagers settled here in the past. They attempted to reconstruct it but after superstitions and bad incidents that occurred they closed this part of the town off and it’s been untouched since.

Us guys were assigned here because one of the village elders' oldest son wants to get rid of the shrine and rebuild some housing areas to boost income and population in their village again. But they wanted whatever was there to be exorcized and cleansed before rebuilding. In fear of cursing the rest of the village by disturbing its grounds.

“Geez, Suguru you’re such a downer”

Gojo rolled his eyes and scratched his head. Disappointed, his question wasn’t answered but not caring enough at the moment to press further.

“We don’t have to be so serious, I’m sure nothing is even here anyway. Neither of us have picked up on anything since arriving.” Gojo said to us while stretching in boredom.

I sat down at one of the benches as I put my journal in my backpack.

“I hate to say it Geto but Gojo might be right.” Sa-rang said, looking back at them.

“I mean think about it, we’re only here because sensei’s old friend who has a relative here asked for a favor. And we were just slacking for a week since our last mission so he sent us as some type of punishment.” I explained to them as I got back up and started to walk off a little to sight-see.

“Gojo, do you still have your infinity turned on?” I asked looking back at him. He was already slacking next to Geto on the bench.

He rolled his eyes and looked towards me. “Duh.” he said in that taunting tone he uses whenever he pokes fun at me. I rolled my eyes back and walked back up to my fellow classmates.

“Well if YOU almighty Gojo and YOU all-knowing Geto does not sense anything either, then I guess we should do one more quick walk around and go home already.” I retorted to them, mostly aiming the sarcasm in my voice at Gojo. He always knows how to irk the right nerves to piss me off. Gojo is known for his laidback playful charisma but he always chooses to bully me more constantly than others. The only other one I ever see him do it to is Geto, yet I can feel when he aims that energy towards me it’s…just different.

Gojo and Geto exchanged looks then stood up choosing not to josh back at the note of my sarcastic tone towards them, they too wanted to just hurry and go home. We did a quick rewalk of the land of the shrine and determined whatever bad incidents they claimed happened ages ago were merely typical coincidences and old wives tales of the sorts. Yet to ease their minds we each performed a ritual in front of the shrine for the villagers who've been gawking at us and whispering for the past couple hours about us, to witness we did a cleanse to appease their anxieties and prevent them manifesting to something actually cursing them.

Many moments later after many thanks and goodbyes from the villagers we departed from their quaint town and were on a bus back to Tokyo. It was a long bus ride to the airport and a long flight to our destination. As we finally landed and we rode a taxi to our school, Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School. Once the car dropped us off at a good distance, I began to speed walk to the building's dorms. Hoping to find Shoko here already before Gojo starts his shenanigans but before I could reach the front entrance Gojo was already in front of me mischievously grinning.

“You’re moving MIGHTY fast for a person with such small legs” he said with his devilishly sweet smile.

“Move Gojo, I have business to handle.” I started firmly moving past him, eyes forward to ignore the stupid grin on his face.

I adored and loathed his smile at the same time. Though Gojo clearly has the untouchable Idol looks and did make many women and men alike swoon, Geto was more known to be popular with the ladies more so than his best friend Gojo. Gojo was known for being adamantly….what’s the word…annoying? No….rude? Closer, yes. He was very ungentlemanly unlike Geto. Plus Gojo may act playful and carefree but he’s also ruthless and obnoxious. He also clearly draws a line from himself and others. No one is ever to get too close to Gojo Satoru. Well except Geto. Speaking of Geto, he was already ahead of us, probably on his way to give Sensei the report on our mission. Though he slacks off and jokes around with Gojo a lot he still follows the book and tries to at least get his job accomplished ethically.

I subconsciously pouted as I stared at Geto walking away. Not noticing Gojo is still beside me observing. “Miyoshi.” he called out to me to break my gaze and put it back towards him.

I turned to him and I could swear for a moment I saw a subtle frown in his lips. I quickly disregarded it thinking I must’ve seen it wrong. “Gojo, if you’re planning on terrorizing me again right now can you postpone it till tomorrow? I’m 100% sure I’ve had my fill of Gojo Satoru today.” I told him as we reached my room in the dormitory. Hoping he would’ve walked away after my comment and went to harass Geto instead. I approached my door and before I could open it Gojo closed it shut with one of his hands towering behind me. I turned and looked up and just as I suspected he had one of his stupid smiles plastered on his slightly pink lips. Before I could ask him what his deal was he leaned down into my ear and whispered “Now I’m 100% sure you haven’t had your fill of Gojo Satoru today, Sa-Ra-Ang” I immediately blushed and ducked below his arm strengthening the distance of our bodies. I glared into his tricksy vivid blue eyes. This was a new taunt coming from him. “Gojo. Why are you being s-so so audacious right now!” I shouted trying my hardest not to stammer and show him his sly perverted comment got to me. But his eyes caught everything like they always do and he could already see how nervous his words made my heart race. He stepped towards me closing the distance between us again, his grin looking more fiendish as he anticipated what other expressions his words could make my face turn into. “Now, now Sa-rang I didn’t say anything wrong though did I? I’m quite sure you can handle more of me today” He said my name so sweetly compared to his way of usually saying it. Before I could respond while being hung up on that he was already pressed against me closer than before. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, he gently lifted my eye patch up and gazed deeply in my eyes. As my eyes widened trying to catch my brain up to what was happening. He leaned lower to my eye level and planted his lips against mine briefly. It was soft and pleasant to my surprise. I looked up at him and frowned, shaking any desires rising from within me. “Gojo, if this is some new way of pranking me it’s not funny.” I said to him as I turned my face away from his. He swiftly grabbed me by my chin and turned my face back towards his. He was slightly frowning as if he was hurt by my conclusion that he would kiss me to hurt me. “Sa-rang, I’ve been madly into you since you transferred here. I know I have a weird way of showing it.. This is my first time. I’m usually so good at everything but when it comes to you I’ve been clueless. I thought if I treated you like I treated Shoko and Suguru you’d pick up on the fact I care deeply about you.” he said to me.

Taken aback by this sudden side of him, all I could do was look up at him in confusion. He sighed and stepped back from me a little, I could feel all his warmth escape from me.

“I had a plan. I did, I was going to approach you better and talk to you. I was going to apologize for all the bullshit I’ve put you through but then all day today I saw how you looked at Suguru. I shrugged it off but the way you pouted at the fact he was already walking ahead of you as if you wanted more time with him today, I couldn’t take it Sa-rang.” He told me with a hint of anguish in his tone.

Gojo Satoru. The man who was always seemingly collected was near falling at the seams over me and I didn’t hate it. In fact I think somewhere inside of me I waited for something like this from him. He always had a wall around him that only Suguru had a way to pass. I never blamed him for it, I was the same. Yet part of me always wanted to get closer to him and bulldoze that wall. I assumed it’d never happened though with the way he acted around me, so I purposely made my wall sturdier around him. I let Suguru and Shoko a few inches closer than him. As to not hurt myself from any expectations. Yet here he was shattering my presumptions of him.

He was clearly jealous of Suguru, though I highly admired Suguru and found him very attractive. I never intended to pursue him as an actual crush or anything. I did not intend to get romantically involved with anyone. I simply respected him and the way he carries himself. After Shoko he was the first to welcome me with open arms to this school when I transferred.

I chuckled in my mind at this, the boy with the six eyes that can see everything. Saw wrong for once.

I moved away from the wall and approached Gojo. I don’t know what came over me but before I was aware I was already on my tippy toes and stealing a kiss from him. I never kissed anyone before so I wasn’t sure I planted it against his lips right as he did mine earlier. I began to step back a bit embarrassed at my actions. As I did so, Gojo grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back towards him back to his famous smile that draws everyone who catches it in. This time however I could sense the sincerity in it.

“Sa-rang, I want you.” he said to me as he pressed his lips firmly back to mine. This time I could feel his tongue enter my mouth, swishing against mine as if looking for something. I struggled to breathe a little. It was as if our mouths were at war and Gojo was definitely winning. He broke his lips away from mine, giving me a chance to catch my breath. I could hear him softly panting and I looked up at his pale ocean blue eyes. Unbeknown to me I was gazing at him with pure lust in my eyes, my body wanting to taste him more as if this was what it was searching for all along. He picked up on it quickly as he lifted me up and carried me quickly into my room.

Next thing I knew we were already on my bed making out again. He was ontop of me kissing me with more intensity than he did before but so was I this time.

“Fuck- Sa-rang I need you now.” Gojo exclaimed under his breath between our kisses. I could already feel something hard press against me. I looked down and then back up to him with curiosity but also with unsureness.

“Gojo I don’t know, I’ve never even kissed before now.” I confessed to him. It was true the most I knew about sex was from the smut books I caught glimpses from adults reading when I hopped from libraries to libraries for shelter after they closed for the night as a kid. I read them to pass time along with plenty of other genres but I’ve never done anything like what happened in the stories. Even though my journal was filled with deep desires that crossed my mind from time to time that were in that category, I was completely inexperienced in this field.

Gojo looked at me while he replied back “We can continue kissing and see where it leads. I want you so bad Sa-rang. I’ve waited so long for this”

I wanted him too and I was already so into the kissing I nodded to his suggestion. Gojo began kissing me all over every so often, going back to passionately locking his lips back to mine. Before long he was already kissing down to my privates, undressing me as he did till I was already in my underwear, I blushed and was shocked at how I was so entranced from his kisses I didn’t notice my clothes gradually disappearing. Gojo was below my pelvis and he looked at me smirking. I knew that smirk, he was about to start teasing me. “You’re already so wet down here I dont even have to remove these panties to tell” he remarked as he pressed his lips to my private area. I let out a quiet moan as I felt his lips through my panties and covered my face in embarrassment. Gojo grabbed my hands with his hand and pinned them above my head preventing me from hiding away. “Don’t hide Sa-rang, I want to see all of it” he said as he began using his other free hand to slip inside my panties, I could feel his fingers inviting themselves into my folds. “Wooow I knew you were wet but this? This is something else Sa-rang” he mocked me as he began playing with my vagina.

“S-satoru!” I started to say in protest to his perverted comments but instead it resulted in me trailing off into a loud moaning whine. Gojo’s face lit up into a sly grin as he then inserted a finger into me. I fought back the urge to moan out. “Now, now go on and moan out my name again with that sweet voice like you just did. Let me hear it again, beautiful” He said to me as his fingers played inside me. I ended up moaning more the faster his fingers moved inside me. He chuckled as my back began to arch while I came to his fingers. I laid back panting from the new feelings emerging from me. Before I could collect myself, Satoru already undressed his shirt revealing his chiseled body. As if the world made him with his existence being considered art in mind. I subconsciously raised my hand against his chest, feeling him up. “Sa-rang you’re so bold~” he exclaimed at my sudden advances. I felt my face turn red and pouted “You! Were freely touching all over me earlier. If anyone is being bold it's you, Satoru!” I retorted back.

He leaned back on top of me joyfully grinning at my reply. “I love it when you call my name” He said as he locked lips with me again, moving his hands back to undress the last of my clothing. He looked up and down at me as I became flushed at revealing so much of myself to him. The underwear was tolerable. I just imagined I was simply in a swimsuit but now I had nothing on at all. Just bare skin and Satoru was gazing at me as if he were a hungry beast preparing for a feast. He let out an exasperated sigh and looked into my eyes as he pulled away from me. His warmth escaped my body yet again. “Sa-rang, I don’t think I can control myself anymore. I’m at my limit now” he said his dick was clearly outlined underneath his trousers as if it was aching to be let out. In a way I was flattered. The Gojo Satoru, one of the Strongest if anything, the strongest out of us all here was completely vulnerable right now. His body practically begging to be inside mine. I was super turned on. I sat up and began to undress his pants and lower his underwear and out came his hidden member. I was taken aback at its size though I had nothing to compare it to. Something inside me told me this was going to be a challenge going inside me. I stroked the tip of it and I could feel it quiver at my touch, enticing me more. I leaned down towards it and before Satoru could say anything in shock I had already placed his dick inside my mouth and began to lick and suck it all over. I don’t know what got into me but I wanted to see Satoru tremble more like how he made me tremble earlier. With that in mind I sucked him more while he let out a soft moan in excitement. “Hmmm How are you so-” he began to say through clenched teeth but I cut him off mid sentence by putting him farther in my mouth, I felt his hand grab the top of my head and push me down. His dick went deeper hitting the back of my mouth as he began moving my head at his own will. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I fought back the feeling of choking and focused on sucking him off more. “Sa-rang I’m about to burst” Satoru moaned out while still fucking the inside of my mouth. I tried to respond but all that could get through was a mumble and he was already cumming in mouth. I felt a thick warm liquid well up inside my throat. Some of it slithered down while the rest stored itself inside the rooms of my cheeks as he exited my mouth. He looked at me pleased with himself yet somewhat guilt reckoned he was about to say something about letting his load in my mouth but I had already swallowed it all. I looked back at him as I licked the remains of his cum from my lips. I could see something awake in him again in his eyes and his dick. I also felt something throb between my legs as I had swallowed his cum. Before I could tell him what I felt he had already had me pinned down to the bed again, panting against my ear. “Sa-rang I’m not holding back anymore” he said in a breathless rasp of pure lust while he held my hands down and used his other to press his dick against my vagina. I could feel it throbbing almost as restless as its owner. I said nothing but a loud moan as he inserted it inside me. “I’m almost in, just gotta a bit more to go” he said as I peered down, this man only inserted the tip and I was already close to coming again. He slid more deeper and moaned along with me. I ended up coming again this time all over his dick instead of his fingers. “Though I love you coming on me already, I’m just getting started baby” He said with a sadistic smile. He began to thrust deep into me. “Damn, youre gripping on me so tight it’s sucking me in” He moaned. “It’s like this pretty hole is starving for me, Sa-rang” He added in between thrusts all I could do was moan out in response. Every thrust I could feel him moving deeper up and down inside me. “Sa-rang, I didn’t know you were such a little slut? Your body is practically begging me to fuck it more” he teased me.

I looked up at him and glared at his mocking. “I-I’m not a s-slut!” I somehow refuted between the moaning escaping my lips. He grinned at my expression, loving every moment of this “Right, you’re not a slut.” he said with a pause in both speech and movement as leaned towards my face locking eyes with me. “You’re my little slut.” he said firmly as he thrusted hard into me. I let out a gasp as he shoved his tongue down my throat while he continued turning out my insides with his dick. And honestly, it felt so good. He unlocked his lips from mine and stopped thrusting once again and whispered into my ear. “C’mon tell me how much my little slut princess wants me to keep shoving my dick in her” he teased and waited for my reply.

“Satoruuuu!” I whined in defiance. But to no avail he didn't move.

“I’m not continuing till you say it, precious” He coaxed as he began to slide his dick out to exit me.

I wanted to respond back in jest but I could feel my lower half aching for him. I wanted to feel him move inside me deeply again.

I looked at him with tears of annoyance and defeat. “Satoru I want your dick shoving inside me.” I said to him waiting for him to slide back into me.

“Ah-ah you gotta repeat it exactly” he teased with a devilish tone.

I pouted but caved in “Satoru…your little s-slutty princess…wants you to keep shoving your dick inside her.” I repeated word for word begging for him to fuck me more.

He immediately pushed hard into me while I gasped for air, I dug my nails into his back. “Good girl.” He whispers into my ear proudly as he starts to thrust in steady paced rhythms. I could see the sweat dribble down his forehead in between his movements causing his long white bangs to swoop and swish around his face, some strands clinging along his pink flushed skin. He drops his head and starts to suckle my neck and chest planting wet and messy kisses on . While increasing the pace of his hips clashing into me. He was enjoying every second of this. As if he was savoring every sound he could jolt from my lips.

“W-wait Satoru that’s too fast” I whimpered out shakily. He lifts his head back but not before tugging at my nipple with his teeth in a grin causing me to yelp out and cling my legs around him. “C’mon you know you love it” he rasped out of his teeth as he lifted me up as he sat up, positioning me on top of him and causing his shaft to hit an even deeper part inside me. Each thrust this time I could feel the tip of his dick kissing my womb as if greeting it. “Here look down at how you’re basically clenching around me, your cunt starving for my cock like the good little slut you are for me” he cooed.

He wasn’t wrong, I was loving the sensation of him slamming into me. It was a mixture of pain and electrical pleasure. However I still had some ounce of boldness left in me and leaned my body forward before his next timed thrust. Using the tides of my actions to push me on top of him now. He looked up at me with peering blue eyes of curiosity. In which I answered in grinding myself on him, his engorged cock twitching inside me with burning eagerness. Satoru found himself squirming his pelvis under me in response to my hips sliding against him, moving as to tease his throbbing dick. I exhaled a breathy moan as I ran my bangs through my bangs to move them away from my burning face. “Shit, You’re so hot baby” Satoru groaned out all while admiring the view of me riding on top of him. He bit down on his lip and I felt his hands move from his sides now gripping the sides of my hips. He slowly started to glide me up and down over his pulsing dick. Though I was initially ravishing the idea of triumphing over the man who so easily turned me into a mess moments ago, I could feel my clit prickle at the feeling of his tight grip on my hips. I couldn’t help but wish he’d ram his long cock deep up into me. Somehow knowing what I desired, Satoru raised his hips up and proceeded to slam up into my slit down on his now squelching dick that was soaked in all my juices. As I bounced on top of him, my breast jumping up and down in front of him, he couldn’t help but grab one of them with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my erect nipples.

“Whatever happened to that fiery attitude you had a second ago?” He taunted me but all I could do was let out a choked sob of complete ecstasy. Noticing the breathless daze he was putting me into he let a toothy grin spread across his lips. He continued to thrust in and out of me at the same intense quicken pace. I felt the thick veins running along his huge cock rubbing my walls in every vigorous pound. It was as if Satoru was forcing my insides into the shape of his dick. Suddenly I could feel his core clenching. He locked lips with me, groaned into my mouth as I moaned back into his.

“Baby, I’m about to burst inside of you.” He warned me with a growl against my lips. “I want to come deep inside you, Sa-rang.” he mumbled under his raspy breath. I felt my heart race at the thought of his seed gushing into me. He grabbed my face, studying my disheveled appearance. “You can take it all for me. Can't you, precious?” he beckoned to me in a tone that was more instructing than asking. I nodded eagerly, not able to hold back my curiosity due to the daze his dick was putting me into. His aching dick convulsed inside me, letting his thick cum pour into me. I could feel it trying to fill me up completely. I couldn’t help but climax with him. As he embraced me tightly he bit down against my neck sucking a mark on my damp skin. Releasing all of his seed into me as he told me he would. As he broke his body away from mine, pulling his now limp dick out I could feel his cum oozing out of me. Coming back to my senses at the sight of it getting on my sheets, I shouted out to him.

“GOJO SATORU! I can’t believe you just did that!” I exclaimed with a glare pointed at him. “It was bad enough we didn’t use protection but you came so much into me! What if I become pregnant.” I rambled on while still processing everything we just did in my post-tidy room. I knew I agreed with him doing it but I still couldn't believe it. Why’d I agreed so enthusiastically? It wasn’t like me to lose my rationale like that regardless of any pressure I could be in.

Gojo was already up and was coming back with tissues to wipe his seed off of me and my sheets. He was still focusing on everything I was saying but he knew until I gathered myself anything he said in response would just be lost in translation once I got like this. I was soon more collected than before now but I was still slightly concerned. After tossing the used tissues, he sat next to me and pulled me into his arms. In just that one action I felt calmer. I sighed and immediately planned the solution to my worries. I’ll buy a concoction tomorrow to deter the chance of any pregnancy.

I turned my face towards him, he was already gazing down at me with a charming stare in his eyes. “Sa-” I started to call out to him but stopped myself instantly remembering my resolve before our shared intimacy. “Gojo.” I said and I could note a frown in his brow. I pulled out of his embrace, now sitting beside him with some distance. He looked at me and smiled a smile of disappointment and bitterness at the revert of my calling of him. “So it’s now back to just “Gojo” huh?” He asked with pain in his tone.

“Gojo this happened way too fast….I-” I struggled to find the words to explain myself.

“I can’t love anyone right now, Gojo. I don’t have time to let someone close to me again right now.” I stated to him firmly trying to hold back the sting in my throat.

Gojo laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of joy or anything. It was a laugh of contempt towards my statement. It was a laugh at himself for even believing for a second this was going to go anywhere with us. He got up and walked towards my door to leave but stopped before exiting. He turned towards me, his eyes somewhat pained.

“It’s funny. You’re telling me you don’t have it in you to be close to anyone else right now, but I know you mean just me. You don’t want to be close to me. I bet if I was Suguru it’d be a different story……whatever, don’t forget a moment ago it was my name you were moaning out though.” He said coolly with a harsh grin upon his lips. He left my room before I could add anything to his conclusion.

I laid down in my bed, exhausted. Though I was tired from what we did, this tiredness weighing down on me right now was more so emotional. I never hated Gojo. I enjoyed the intimate moment we shared more than my brain was ready to accept. Yet I was plagued with the reminder of what it was like to devote yourself to someone. To care deeply for anyone and then to have them torn away from you. I lost too many of my family dear to me to consider opening my heart to loving anyone again. I saw no point in sharing that with Gojo though while basically rejecting his care in his heart for me. I felt it’d be irrelevant or not understandable to him. Since we both knew Gojo Satoru is the strongest, no one could ever hurt him. He’d state I wouldn’t have to worry over such a thing. No one has ever hurt Gojo until I just did….

{Perspective change}

After Geto Suguru finished his report he went to go find his companions. He first went to find Sa-rang not aware of the spectacle he was about to overhear as he approached her door. He heard sexual noises. He could hear her blissed out gasps and moans leaking from her room. Bewildered at the sound of his friend experiencing pleasure he then felt his pants tighten below his abdomen. Before he could process that he then heard her breathlessly gasping out for Satoru and he swore he could hear his best friend, Gojo Satoru in there panting and whispering to her.

Geto silently rushed back to his own room in the dorms. He entered his room and decided to take a cold shower while he pondered about what he witnessed. How long were Satoru and Sa-rang involved in such an intimate way and how did he not notice sooner. They’ve always spent their days together and never saw anything to hint they were together in that way. Gojo teases everyone and he noticed how he was more obnoxious towards Miyoshi but he thought nothing of it. Meanwhile he was aware Miyoshi drew firm lines between herself and everyone else, an especially thicker line towards Satoru. He assumed she disliked him and who could blame her for the way he always treated her. At most he knew she tolerated Satoru.

He got out of the shower and dried off, then dressed himself. He laid in bed in puzzlement. While he laid there his thoughts went back to the sound of Sa-rang moaning. He couldn’t shake it out of his mind and before he knew it his dick began to press against the fabric of his sweatpants just like before when he was outside her dorm room. He took his dick out, rubbing it from the balls up the shaft to the tip. He imagined her moaning out his name instead and the view of her underneath him taking in his cock loving it more than how she felt with Satoru. Delving deep into his fantasy he continued to pleasure himself till completion. After another shower he went to sleep, blocking everything that happened to deal with tomorrow. Yet in the back of his mind he wanted her.

Lmk if I should continue or scrap this ✨

[fannyyann]

Matthew Tkachuk, the Panthers’ goalie-goading throwback, delivers hits — and wins — when it counts

by Hailey Salvian and Jeremy Rutherford 

Matthew Tkachuk put his father in “timeout.”

That’s why Keith Tkachuk, an 18-year veteran of the NHL and one of the league’s best American-born players, wasn’t available to talk about his son’s remarkable run that has taken the Panthers from “biggest disappointment” to one win from the Eastern Conference finals.

On a Toronto radio station in March, the elder Tkachuk called the Panthers “soft.” By many accounts, that assessment was accurate at the time, and the words seemed to light a fire under the team — as did Paul Maurice’s tirade on the bench the same day during a game against the Maple Leafs.

Florida won its next six games and went 6-1-1 down the stretch to qualify for the playoffs.

Now, there’s no time for distractions, and Matthew wants to keep a lid on his pops, who informed The Athletic of his “timeout” via text.

After upsetting the 65-win Bruins in the first round, the Panthers are the betting favorites to win the Stanley Cup, leading 3-0 in their second-round series against Toronto with a chance at a sweep Wednesday at FLA Live Arena.

And the 25-year-old Tkachuk — in the midst of another career year that would have been MVP-worthy had it not been for Connor McDavid’s otherworldly season — has led the way, from scoring game-winning goals and delivering rousing speeches in the room, to delivering cross checks and goading goaltenders into fights.

He’s the player people love to hate, and he’s building a following of haters as he pushes the Panthers along in the postseason.

And even though the person who’s been most influential in Matthew’s career isn’t talking, others are. The Athletic spoke with a dozen people who for years have tracked Tkachuk’s brand of hockey — he’s a highly skilled agitator (a modest 6-2, 201 pounds) who opponents hate to play against.

Keith — known as ‘Walt,’ a nickname given to him by Winnipeg Jets teammate Eddie Olczyk because his surname was so similar to former Ranger Walter Tkaczuk — was traded to the Blues in 2001. Matthew, only 3 years old at the time, would start playing hockey with a youth program in St. Louis. Let’s just say he wasn’t a phenom.

Chantal Tkachuk, Matthew’s mom: They thought they were getting this ringer of a kid. We went to his first game and he was terrible. He was by far the worst player on the ice.

But that wouldn’t last long. Tkachuk improved steadily, adding a diverse skillset, and working through minor hockey, the U.S. national team program and the Ontario Hockey League.

Jimmy O’Brien, longtime family friend, owns OB Clark’s bar in St. Louis: They had a goal in their backyard, and 50 pucks would be lying in the driveway. Anytime you pulled up to the back of the house, you had to watch from running over the pucks because the driveway was littered with them.

Jon Benne, longtime family friend and strength trainer: I used to take wrist shots at him, and he’d knock them into the net. So when I see him tip a goal in now, I’ve seen that a million times.

Jordan Janes, St. Louis Junior Blues coach (2009-10): Matthew would do some of these between-the-legs (moves) before anybody was doing that. I would always look over at Keith and smile because in my mind I’m thinking, “Holy s— ,” like this is incredible that a 14-year-old is doing this. But you could tell that Keith, who was a “go to the net hard” type of guy, it drove him crazy.

O’Brien: His father told him, “If you ever do that stuff in a game and it doesn’t work, you won’t get off the bench.”

Taryn Tkachuk, sister: He’s not going to do that stuff just to do it. The through-the-legs goal against Nashville, he was like, “There was no way I could’ve shot that regularly.” He practiced that all growing up, so he knows he’s going to be able to do it.

Rob Simpson, assistant general manager of the London Knights: He would try new things all the time. It speaks to how smart a player he is. He was always trying to be creative in different ways to produce or make plays based on what he is seeing against defenders or what they’ve done against him before. He’s always been a creative, out-of-the-box thinker.

There are elements of Tkachuk’s game that can be traced back to the fact that he is Keith Tkachuk’s son.

Don Granato, Tkachuk’s coach with the U.S. National Team Development Program (2013-15): I think you can give some credit to — if not genetics, then just being around his father over the years.

Chantal Tkachuk: When Keith was still playing, they got to go down to the rink, skate after practice. Some of the players would play around with them.

O’Brien: He was a rink rat. He was always hanging around his dad, always going to his practices.

Barret Jackman, Blues defenseman (2002-15): I remember the coaches would have to come by and say, “Hey Walt, practice was supposed to start 10 minutes ago. Can you get Matthew off the ice?”

Benne: Matthew would be sitting on the bench the whole practice, and Keith would come over and say, “Watch T.J. Oshie. Watch how he goes into that corner and comes out.” Matthew would just be sitting there with a helmet on, just absorbing it all.

O’Brien: It’s hard to get a better education in the hockey world than sitting there with professionals and watching them at a young age.

Chantal Tkachuk: Every night, we always watched hockey. The boys would get up before school and the first thing they would do is turn on NHL Network.

Taryn Tkachuk: That was the only thing we really watched on TV. We never really watched other shows on Disney channel.

Chantal Tkachuk: Keith retired in 2010 and stepped away from his career and took almost five years off. In that time, he totally devoted all his time to youth hockey. That happened to align with the most important developmental years of the boys’ lives.

Janes: Keith knew what it took to get there. He demanded a work ethic out of his boys. Goals or not, assists or not, he just wanted to see you work. If you worked, Keith was happy. He knew if you did that, everything else would come.

O’Brien: One of Walt’s favorite things to say is, “Hey, you didn’t win? Play better!”

Taryn Tkachuk: Oh, he says it all the time. If someone didn’t play as well and maybe they’re complaining, like, “The ref did this or that,” or, “The other team wasn’t letting me do this,” my dad is just like, “Play better!” Nothing else. It’s just “Play better!”

Janes: That quote is the most Keith quote I’ve ever heard.

Growing up, Matthew was always competing with his brother Brady (23), and sister Taryn (20). Whether it was roller hockey, basketball or a made-up game they called “trampoline football.”

Benne: Matthew, Brady and Taryn would be on the trampoline, which was enclosed, and I would throw the football in the air as high as I could into the trampoline. It became an MMA wrestling match to see who got the football.

Taryn Tkachuk: I don’t even know how the game got made up. I just remember it being very physical. Literally whoever had the ball, you were about to get decked.

O’Brien: We were playing a two-on-two basketball game, and there were some of the most violent fouls you’ll ever see in your life. I had a bloody nose when we were done.

Taryn Tkachuk: If we were playing basketball, Matthew would never let me just go in for an easy layup. Of course he was going to foul me.

Jackman: I remember during one of the lockouts, Matthew was 15 at the time, and he skated with some of the NHL guys. I went into the corner with him, thinking I was going to play him hard. He tried to reverse hit me, and then he came out of the corner with the puck on his stick. He didn’t back down, even at 15, and I was in my early 30s.

Chantal Tkachuk: The most somebody hates to lose, that would be him.

Tkachuk committed to play at the USA Hockey National Team Development Program a few years before his first season there. But, at 16 years old, there was a learning curve playing with the national team and in the USHL, an under-20 league. In his first USHL season, he scored only 17 points in 33 games. He would double that production one year later in fewer games.

Granato: We knew of his talent, but in his first year, his production wasn’t there.

Nick Fohr, U.S. NTDP associate coach (2013-15): He wouldn’t shoot it. He literally wanted to show off those hands all the time.

Granato: I would tease him a bit. I’d say, “Hey Matthew, do you like to score?” And he’d say, “Yeah.” And I’d say, “No, you like to stickhandle.” He was so good at it, but I needed him to see that he wasn’t going to be that up-and-down-the-rink player.

Fohr: He wanted to have that agitator piece to him because it was kind of ingrained into him at that point, but he wasn’t big enough or strong enough to do any of that stuff at 16 years old.

Chantal Tkachuk: It was the second year in the program. That was the point where we thought he could make it.

Fohr: He played most of his second year with Auston Matthews and Jack Roslovic, which was an unreal line. Auston was the marked man, and Matthew — after being around his dad — was like, well, “Auston is my center, nobody is touching him.” And he started to become that guy. Any little scrum, he was right in the middle of it to make sure that his teammates were taken care of.

Granato: By the midpoint of the second year, he was playing just like he plays in the NHL right now. He was great in the same areas of the ice, great in the same ways.

In the 2016 Memorial Cup Final, the London Knights were in overtime against the Rouyn-Noranda Huskies. Tkachuk, in his first (and only) season in the OHL, took the puck up the left side, toe-dragged around a defender and scored the game-winning goal.

Aaron Berisha, London Knights teammate: At first, it looked like he was on a harmless rush.

Simpson: Matthew could always elevate at the right times.

Robert Thomas, Knights teammate (2015-16), and family friend: We always joked that Christian Dvorak actually tipped it, but obviously Matthew got all the credit for it. Just a big-time player making a big-time play.

Simpson: It’s not just by coincidence that he’s big in the right moments. He puts in the work.

Fohr: He’s in those moments because it’s just who he is. You saw it on the overtime goal against Boston. He knows somebody’s got to go in there and get the puck, somebody’s got to go screen the goalie.

Simpson: He wasn’t the one who shot it in the net, but if he didn’t have the sense and savvy to pop out and screen the goalie, it doesn’t go in.

Fohr: It’s no surprise that you see him do it in overtime in Game 7 because he does it every shift, every game.

Janes: The way Matthew was (growing up) and the way he is today, he will do what it takes for his team to win a hockey game. Period.

Because of his ability to stir up drama on the ice and (at times) cross the line, Tkachuk is one of the most polarizing players in the league.

Fohr: He’s that guy that everybody hates unless he’s on your team.

Benne: I don’t think Matthew came into the league fearing anybody. He just played with that edge, like, “I’m here, I’ve arrived, and look out!”

Granato: He could stoke a situation and get it stoked and get everybody’s emotions running on overdrive. And then, even in a highly emotional state that he stirred up, he will execute where many, many skilled players cannot.

Fohr: If he’s agitated somebody somehow, now a little bit of their focus is on Matthew and it takes just a little bit of focus off what they’re good at and impacts so much of the game.

Granato: It’s like a diversionary tactic, and a highly effective skill that he brings. He’s always ready to score the goal after he disrupts the situation, where other guys just want to take his head off. He never loses sight of, OK, while you’re trying to do that, I’m going to be scoring a goal.

Benne: He’s just going to play hard. He’s going to hit you, and he expects to get hit himself. If you watch that game against Toronto, he hammered two guys, and then he got hammered. Not whining, that’s the way the game goes. That’s the way he plays. He’s pretty fearless out there, but I think he plays right on the line. That’s where he wants to be.

Thomas: It was in full force in London. He’d always find himself mixing it up. He’s feisty and he’s got all the skill in the world. Some people just have it, and he definitely has it.

Berisha: It’s funny when people play against him and say, “Man, I hate playing against him, he seems terrible.” He’s actually one of the best guys ever.

Taryn Tkachuk: Matthew has this switch. Off the ice, he’s a completely different person: super nice, super fun. Once he steps on the ice, the switch just goes off and he puts on these different goggles and just has this compete level that you don’t even know how to explain.

The most common ways to describe Tkachuk: He’s a throwback. He’s a unicorn. He’s just like Keith … and maybe better.

Eddie Olczyk, TNT analyst, former teammate of Keith (1991-96): You see (Matthew) and it’s like turning back the clock 25, 30 years to when we played with each other in Winnipeg.

O’Brien: Walt played in an extremely physical era, and the way Matthew plays is refreshing because it’s a throwback to how it was all the time.

Janes: One thing Keith taught these boys at a young age was, if you want to score, you’ve got to be around the net. They got that right from Keith. They just took it a step further as far as their skillset goes.

Fohr: It’s just a place he’s not afraid to go to. Some players are. They don’t want to go there because it’s a hard area to play in because the D are big and strong. There’s an art to getting there and doing it the right way and Matthew has mastered it.

O’Brien: When Walt was playing, you’d see a big guy out there and you wouldn’t think a guy like that has deft hands. But Walt had sick hands, especially tipping pucks. And that’s one of Matthew’s strengths, too.

Olczyk: Matthew will make a play and you go, “Well, there’s Walt.” It’s eerie, but it’s not surprising that the boys are a chip off the old block.

Chantal Tkachuk: To this day, they tease me because skating has always been Matthew’s deficiency, so they make fun of the fact that I taught him how to skate. Keith will take credit for everything else.

Granato: Matthew plays the same kind of style as his dad. He just does it with more talent.

Fohr: To be a thorn in the side of the opponents and then have that elite ability on top of it, that’s pretty special.

Simpson: It’s very hard to find hockey sense that is that elite but also comes with the poise to make the play when it matters most.

Taryn Tkachuk: He’s literally doing every single aspect of what different players bring in a hockey game. It just makes him so unique.

Benne: Matthew doesn’t care what the media writes about him. Matthew doesn’t care if the fans boo him. Boston is going to hate him now, and Toronto is going to hate him after this series. But that’s what drives him. He wants to perform. He wants to put on a show. But more important than anything, he just wants to win.

[rattlyglitch]

Heart of a Father

(This is my introduction to the au Heart of a Father which has the tag Fathery Heart on tumblr. This chapter takes place before canon twst but is in that time so Sam is the same age as he is in the game)

Ashton Vargas had been visiting a family friend when he visited the forests of Dreamy Hollow. Harlynn Crane was Vargas’s sworn sister. The two had been raised by Harlynn’s grandparents when they were younger both their parents not around much and in all honesty they had preferred it that way.

Both their parents never enjoyed Vargas and Harlynn spending time together. They claimed the two caused too much trouble and that they stressed Harlynn’s grandparents out. Both children had known but the elderly couple put an end to their parents complaining when they found out why Vargas and Harlynn spent more time at their grandparents house then their own.

The old geezers were gone but Harlynn and Vargas still met up at their old cabin home they had in the forests. They had both agreed to buy the cabin as an area where they could vacation to. Oftentimes they told the other when they would be visiting the cabin so they could meet up and converse or just to let the other know they would be visiting in case they went to the cabin at a later time.

Christmas time was always a time they would spend at the cabin together. They would set up a Christmas Tree and celebrate Christmas together by watching cheesy Christmas movies where they would place bets on who the other's favorite character would be and open presents they had gotten for each other.

At the moment Harlynn was laying out across the couch her legs dangling over its end while her long straight brown hair was draped over the other end because of the couch’s short width. The couch belonged to Harlynn’s grandparents and was in good condition so the two hadn’t cared to get rid of it.

Besides, Harlynn knew she was on the rather lanky and awkward side, being taller than Vargas herself. She had no shame in that though easily able to make sure no one ever bothered her brother or those she cared for. At the moment Vargas had gone to bake a cake and cook deer burgers while Harlynn followed the current movie with her dark brown eyes seemed to follow the characters as they walked across the screen.

“I bet that by the end of this I’ll like the female lead better than that male lead.” Vargas let out a satisfied hum. “I bet you’ll like the female background character by the end.” Harlynn laughed at the competition Vargas said. “I’ll take you on that then.” Silence returned between the two both enjoying the silence between the two of them. The movie was almost over by time there was a knock on the door. Harlynn paused the movie and Vargas held his hand up to stop her from going near the door.

Slowly he crept forward to the doors peephole. He couldn’t see anyone but the knock returned while he still remained at the door. Carefully opening the door Vargas looked around confused before looking down. Two children were at his feet.

One was a boy around the age of nine with dreadlocks, dark brown skin, purple eyes, who was bundled in purple clothing while the other was a baby he held in his arms. The baby on the other hand was pale skin and white hair that faded to black was bundled in several blankets and seemed perfectly well sleeping happily in the arms of the boy who held him. “Sorry to bother you mister. But I need your help.”

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Since Vargas had let the two children in he learned the elder boy’s name was Sam and the small baby he had carried with him was his younger brother Skully. It turned out that at some point an orphanage was built near the home of Harlynn’s grandparents and Sam had taken his baby brother and journeyed away from its safety. “I’m tryn to look for someone who’ll adopt me and my baby brother. I don’t wanna to be separated from him.”

The story Sam had told had been heartfelt. Many families had refused to adopt the two together and it had gotten to the point where the orphanage they lived in were going to try and adopt the two out separately from each other. “I’m sorry about your circumstance kiddo but you understand what you did was dangerous for you and your brother right?”

Sam gave a saddened nod. “I do but Skully’s important to me. I don’t want him to be taken away.” Vargas looked down at the baby he currently had in his arms. He was still asleep, not having stirred for even a second. “If you want I can wake him up. Skully doesn’ cry unless he’s hungry. I have his food in my backpack if he starts crying though. I know how to make it.”

Vargas contemplated it for a moment. “I want to say yes but you boys need to be headed back to the orphanage.” Sam looked at Vargas disheartened. “Not yet please? They're sending Skully somewhere else today. I don’t want him to go yet.” Vargas couldn’t help but agree. If it was the last time they would be together Vargas didn’t want to seem like a jerk for separating them.

“Ok you both can stay for a bit longer. I’m going to call though.” Skully was handed back to Sam and Vargas left the two going to the kitchen. Harlynn had gotten a phone book a few days prior so it wasn’t too hard to find the number he was looking for. The call didn’t go as he had expected though.

He had hoped they would have some decency and feel sorry for Sam and Skully at least a small bit. Instead they acted like it was some kind of bothersome job. “If you wish you can bring them back to us tomorrow. There will be a snow storm rolling in soon. I also apologize if the boys are bothering you. Sam can be a bit out of it at times. He claims to see ‘people from the other side’ and has scared the staff quite a bit.” Vargas raised a brow.

“It could be possible he’s telling the truth. Magic does exist.” The woman on the phone let out an exhausted sigh. “Just because magic exists doesn’t mean someone can see them. You must be one of those jockey oaf people right? The ones who believe in everything?” Vargas let out a shaky laugh. “Possibly but that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is I’m surprised your work wouldn’t come out even if it is a snow storm to get the children yourself. It doesn’t sound like you even cared to look for them.”

The woman didn’t respond for a few seconds. “I mean it is a snow storm. They’d be fine probably. The two of them seem sick themselves and there wouldn’t be much of a complaint if they disappeared.” Vargas about broke the phone he was holding. “I have a proposition for you then. If no one comes to adopt the boys together in three days I’ll adopt them myself. But give it three days.”

Vargas was making an impulsive deal but he had been planning to adopt. Maybe not as soon as right then but those boys seemed good unlike the woman had said. Besides he was a troubled child just like Sam was a the woman had said. He felt like they deserved a good life together. “Three days is a deal.”

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Three days later Vargas found himself at the adoption center picking both Sam and Skully up. Three days later Vargas saw how happy the two boys were and couldn't help but feel emotional and cry a little. Three days later Vargas was starting a family like he had been planning for the past years and three days later he was thrilled to see where life would lead after three days later.

(I know it's not Christmas but I really wanted to post this. {Mainly because I wanted to be the first person to connect Sam and Skully somehow but like imagine if in canon Skully is like Sam's great related something}. But also because I love the au. Also yes I know about Skully this Skully can be a reincarnation, also Harlynn Crane is my Icabod Crane oc and I love her. It makes me hope one day we get a Sleepy Hollow twst Halloween story because Disney does have a Sleepy Hollow animated short.)

[philomaela]

Jaehaerys's approach to the dragons is an interesting thing because I think it's yet another case of him learning from the "mistakes" of his elders.

Rhaena loved her baby brother and sister, so she put dragon eggs in their cradles. She essentially gave Vermithor to Jaehaerys and Jaehaerys being a male dragonrider is what allows her and her daughters to be shunted aside as easily as they are. In a world where Rhaena is the only dragonrider (and not simply the eldest) she has more leverage in the argument of who gets the throne. There are no cradle eggs for Jaehaerys and Alysanne's children, because to do so would give them power and freedom as children. Incidentally that power and freedom is what allowed Jaehaerys to become what he did, but me thinks that was kind of the point for him. It's a do as I say, not as I do sort of thing.

Not sure how to segue here but, I think it's interesting how Aerea's claiming of Balerion is framed similarly to Elissa Farman and the dragon eggs, as Rhaena's failure to prevent a theft when the dragons are under her protection. Because the dragons don't belong collectively to House Targaryen, they belong to the King. That's part of why Jaehaerys does not allow Rhaena to hold Dragonstone by right imo, because control of Dragonstone falls in line with control of Dragons. Hence confining Balerion and the younger dragons to the dragon pit later as well and creating the dragon keepers to guard them. This prevents the theft of the dragons that happened under Rhaena's watch and also under Maegor's watch. Remember how Rhaena and Aegon the Uncrowned crept into Kings landing and claimed Quicksilver? Yeah, that's illegal in Jaehaerys's world, I mean Maegor probably would have thought it illegal but the point being, he's going to take active measures to make sure no one gets a dragon without his explicit consent. When the dragonkeepers directed Alyssa away from Balerion, maybe it's because Jaehaerys had explicit orders at the time that no one gets Balerion (Maegor and Aerea both deeply worried him after all).

So, when it comes to his children, fundamentally him allowing them to claim a dragon comes down to two things: adulthood and their role in House Targaryen/in relation to the crown. Claiming a dragon is explicitly linked to adulthood, Aemon and Baelon are able to claim dragons after being knighted, Alyssa gets a dragon after she is married. Specifically, after she is married to her brother, ensuring that all dragonriders are of House Targaryen.

I bounce between Jaehaerys going "all my boys gets dragons as long as they remain of House Targaryen" vs "the heir and the spare get dragons". Both options seem plausible and both explain Vaegon's lack of a dragon. Vaegon never becomes a knight, he becomes a maester instead. He is given to the citadel and by doing so gives up his position in House Targaryen. Is that why he is never offered a dragon? Or was Jaehaerys never going to offer him a dragon at all, even if he became a knight, since his place in house targaryen would be more nebulous and thus Vaegon had no drive to conform. Why bother being a knight (a role that did not interest him) if it would not offer him the freedom of a dragon. I'm not saying Vaegon had this burning desire for a dragon, but like it is some sort of incentive isn't it? Well anyway, I think both options have interesting implications and in the end, the outcome is the same. Vaegon leaves his family, he does not get a dragon.

Either way the outcome for the daughters was always going to be the same imo, they are married into other houses, they will not get dragons and neither will their children. Fire and Blood provides an easy explanation of the younger daughters as being unsuitable to ride a dragon. Daella has no desire for a dragon, she's afraid of everything! (We could perhaps think of how Aenys was a sickly baby who grew stronger or Rhaena was a shy girl who grew confident after they each claimed a dragon, but those are not possibilities under Jaehaerys, dragons do not help you grow as children they are given after you grow up). Meanwhile, Saera and Viserra are willful, Magella is destined for the church and Gael is childlike. Back up, Saera and Viserra are willful... so was Alyssa, she wanted to claim Balerion after all! IDK, I think it's interesting how, in all their airs and shows of defiance, Saera and Viserra never express a determination to claim dragons. Almost like they know it's not an option for them. Saera tries to get into the Dragonpit as a desperate, last ditch effort, but she never asks her father for a dragon before then. She whines for an elephant but not a dragon.... that's interesting isn't it? When Viserra preens after Baelon, maybe she does that knowing that Alyssa got a dragon by remaining in the family? Again, just like with Vaegon, I'm not saying that (the lack of) dragons are like, the point behind Viserra and Saera's actions, I'm just saying that maybe it factored in.

I get that Rhaenys claiming Meleys can seem to be in contradiction to everything I've just said. She claims a dragon and then promptly marries out of House Targaryen. Personally... I read it as having to do with Aemon and Jaehaerys. By that I mean, Aemon is the heir and a grown man at this point, his father places a level of trust and autonomy in him and allows Rhaenys access to power as Aemon's (presumed) heir. It's kind of like... I wouldn't do this for my daughter, but my son has the right to do with his family as he sees fit. Again, at this point, he's expecting Aemon to succeed him when he dies and after that Aemon will be king and can name who he wants (regardless of what Jaehaerys wants). Jaehaerys is pragmatic enough to realize this is going to be out of his hands and that if he forbids anything like this, he's potentially creating discord between him and his heir for something that's out of his control and will only create more problems later. That's the motivation I've created in my head anyway and I don't think it contradicts anything I've read in the book.

I think... weirdly, the thing that solidifies this all in my head is Viserys claiming Balerion, when Jaehaerys was (I think) against anyone claiming Balerion before. Yes yes, Balerion was old and slow so there was not as much danger in someone claiming him now. But the timing is still important. Viserys claims Balerion after Aemon dies, after Baelon is named heir. Baelon is named heir and Viserys is Baelon's heir. I think it would have made sense for Jaehaerys to want Viserys to claim Balerion as a symbol of legitimacy for Baelon's line over Rhaenys who now had a dragon despite Aemon's line being disinherited. I'm not saying that's why Viserys wanted Balerion, but I think it's why Jaehaerys allowed it, is all I'm saying.

One anomaly in all of this for me is actually Seasmoke... how tf did Laenor get Seasmoke within this interpretation of things, I admit I have no clue. I don't want to just cast it away as an authorial (by that I mean the actual author GRRM) attempt to somewhat balance the scales when it comes to the Great Council of 101, no matter how tempted I am to read it that way. Maybe this was a sign that even Jaehaerys was not sure about who should rule between Viserys and Laenor, so he thought Laenor did have some right to a dragon? Issue with that is, if that's the case he might as well wait on things and grant the dragon after the council. Or maybe it was a consolation prize because the outcome of the council was a forgone conclusion in Jaehaerys's mind. Ooooh! or most interesting of all, Baelon is the one who advocating for this as hand of the king, an apology for disinheriting his brother's line. So like, Baelon advocates for Laenor to be allowed a young dragon as a gesture (notice it's a gesture offered to Laenor heir of Driftmark and not Laena), Jaehaerys acquiesces since Baelon has Vhagar it's not really a threat, but then Baelon like immediately dies after. Whoopsie Jaehaerys, maybe you should have stuck to your original policy! (I get that this part seems like a stretch, personally I'm just attached to my interpretation at this point and I'm trying to make it fit, I acknowledge that)

This meandered a lot but anyway I think my overall point is that I think Jaehaerys had a clear strategy when it came to the dragons and it was based around the family history of Rhaena placing the egg in his cradle, Aegon the Uncrowned's claiming of Quicksilver, Elissa Farman and the dragon eggs and finally Aerea and Balerion (also misogyny, there was a lot of that too). I think the fact that he learned not to do what his sister did is the saddest thing imo. He won't make the same "mistake" as his sister did with him and just give his children a dragon out of love. Love has nothing to do with it because he is a king and these are his heirs (even though love still has everything to do with it because he is a father and these are his children).

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.80 Favor ain't fair

I couldn't help but watch the elders and how they dealt with each other. All of us had long since gotten used to this post-divorce world we lived in. Though everyone had moved on, I expected Winterfest to be very weird. Me seeing Dwayne with Mama or Dad hearing about him from me was one thing, but having them in the same room was another. Dad made a lot of progress, but was he ready for that? I had prepared to be a buffer or make an excuse for him, but he looked surprisingly comfortable. Dwayne was the one who was hesitant. He had always been reserved and comfortable in the background, however, so he could have been okay. Mama was all smiles, of course. Heh, this was probably the best day of her year with her kids and both lovers at home. I watched them all with pride despite feeling like it was all very weird. It took a LOT for all of them to get to that place. I honestly doubted Dad would ever get there, but he walked around Mama's house grinning up a storm and peacefully sharing a space with the man who took away his soulmate. Winterfest miracles did exist.

After dinner, Rosie found me, and I gave her some holiday love.

"Happy Winterfest, Ro! You've been a very good girl. You think Father Winter will bring you a nice treat?"

Alessia stood there watching us, and I hoped she would do better with our dogs than she did with Tofu.

"Did you meet your auntie yet?"

"Ehhhhh...hi," Alessia said stiffly.

I laughed.

"She's not gonna bite you, Less. Just put your hand out slowly and let her smell you. If she thinks you're okay, she'll let you touch her."

"Okaaaaay." She bent over slowly and cautiously. "I'm coming down...don't be weird..."

Rosie stepped toward her equally as cautious, sniffed her hand, and then sat in front of her.

"See? She likes you. Give her a pat on the head so she knows you're friendly."

"That was really cool. She's cute."

She never gave Tofu a chance. Maybe Rosie and Kooper will win her over.

Mama came in with the dirty dishes and caught Less and I having seconds.

"Hey! Don't fill up on that. There's dessert, you know."

Dwayne left shortly after dinner. He said wanted us to enjoy our family time. I could see the disappointment in Mama's eyes and imagined her saying something like, "but you're my family too." Dwayne was a realist, and I appreciated that because Mama's fantasy land was gonna get someone's feelings hurt eventually.

It was time for presents, and I caught a glimpse of Less and Sophia dancing in the living room as I passed by. Whether they had bonded or it was just coincidence, I was glad to see them together, not in conflict.

"Luca," Mama sang, "I've got something extra special for you!"

Alessia rolled her eyes.

"Here she goes with the special gifts just for Luca."

"It's not a special gift! It belongs to him."

She handed me a box, and I took it hesitantly. What did she have of mine? And why make a big deal out of it on Winterfest? She wasn't the re-gifting type.

"Uhh...thanks," I said.

I took the box and opened it slowly. Inside, I saw a painting I'd seen my entire life. It hung in my room when I was little. And then when we moved to Newcrest, Mama put it in the kitchen. I seemed to recall one time Mama said Gammy painted some things for my nursery before I was born. This had to be one of them!

"Gammy's painting?? You're gonna let me have it?!!"

"She painted it for you. The one with the dogs too, but I want to hold on to that one."

"Yeah, of course! Wow! Thanks, Mama. This is so cool!"

I thought about our frigid meeting in the cemetery often. I loved that I now had evidence of our past relationship and would hang it in a place of honor in our new house.

After presents, we gathered around the tree and sang songs. And as always, Less acted like she was too cool for school. That only made us turn up and be even sillier. At least she was in a good mood, though. At the end of the night, she sat on the rocking chair doing belly laughs. It was very contagious, so I joined in. Mama came in and told us a story about how Father Winter came to their house in Sulani while she was doing belly laughs. He thought it was adorable and gave her some tips! And just like how it happened in her story, Father Winter walked in on her doing a belly laugh demo for us.

"I remember you," he said. "You still go it."

"Thank you, Father Winter! This is my son, Luca! He's getting married soon!"

"Yes," he said, "I've been watching him. He's been very good this year. This is one of my extra special gifts."

I didn't know what to think. An extra special gift from Mama, and another from The Man himself? And I was getting married in three days to the kindest, sweetest, funniest woman in the world? It was all too much. I thought about everything I'd gone through and how burdened and confused I was. All of that was a test. I held on and did the best I could, and now I was being rewarded. Not with a gift from Father Winter, but in love, success, favor, and friendship. I had already reckoned with my problems, but at that moment, I felt like the struggle was officially over.

[mintymarabell]

A wedding day.

Honestly, he has the world record for the fastest planned wedding that still looked good and was crazy expensive.

Your veil is huge.. think of prince harries wedding and how beautiful Meghan’s veil was. 

The gown/suit you wear is beautiful, with diamonds and silver lining it.

Because technically your family from earth probably thinks your dead, you’ll most likely have an older yautja walk you down the isle to hand you off, this is only if you don’t want to walk alone.

The older yautja will be older than your mate and will most definitely treat you as if you were his own after finding out his purpose for walking you.. Peepaw..

The little flower girl will be this cute yautja who’s just happy to be there and will gladly run down an isle and throw flower pedals on the ground.

Your elders son is suddenly panicking because his suit pants have a whole in the pocket from his claws and your rings are gone, he’ll be frantically looking around while your elder gradually walks up behind him, grabs him by the shoulder all friendly like and asks. “Son, what are you looking for.”

This poor kid will start crying, still fearful of his dad he’ll eventually find the rings and be out of breath on his knees thanking paya.

The son will be the best man.

A group of elite females will be your bridesmaids.

Your wedding song will be Turning Page instrumental.

You’ll walk down the isle with your arm interlocked with the older yautjas.

Your mate will stop breathing, drinking you in as if you were a glass of water on a hot day.

He will fall in love with you all over again.

As you come up and the older yautja walks to his seat your mate will watch you get into place in front of him.

His massive clawed hands coming up to lift your veil.

If it weren’t for his son behind him, he was sure he was gonna pass out.

You looked astonishing.

He held your hands as the priest rambled on. It was a human they had kidnapped just for this occasion.

He couldn’t care to pay attention as he focused on you and only you.

He was in pure disbelief, you were going to be his. His to cherish, love, care for.

The priest began. As he called your name. “Do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in (holy) matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?”

He wasn’t sure why but he held his breath again, as if you’d say no.

“I do.”

If he could smile, he would.

As the priest said the same spiel again for him he was eager for him to finish.

“-till death do you part?” The priest finished.

“I do.” He spoke, with no hesitation.

The priest nodded, the elders son coming up with the rings. You went first, sticking the ring on his ring finger. Then he very carefully put yours on. (He almost dropped it bc it was too small for him to hold.)

The priest gave a nervous smile, “You may now kiss the bride/groom.”

Your elder looked at the priest as if he just killed his dog.

The priest stammered. “The bride/groom may kiss the groom!”

He watched you chuckle, slightly tugging him down by his arms so you could kiss his cheek.

He was happy. Happy because you were officially his, in human terms.

He carried you out of the ‘church’ in his arms.

At the reception the cake is huge. I’m talking two story house massive. Your mate laughed when you looked at the cake awestruck.

As you cut the cake you take the time to put a bit of one of his mandibles, almost laughing when he struggled to get it. He will in turn put a huge dollop on your nose which if you can lick it off he’ll give you a dirty good.

Honeymoon:

He most likely takes you to a beautiful moon like atmosphere island, where there are beautiful blue lakes and mountains with green fields and alien flowers.

Y’all get frisky in the lake 100%.

Probably in the field too.

By time you get back home you are both sore to the bone.

He takes a few months off of work and instead dedicates all of his time to you, rightfully worshiping your body and the ground you walk on.

P.s

You now have a step son and a new dad. ;)

[leclerced]

Oof the idea of getting Seb roped in and Bunny bringing his rbr era cockiness out would be.. chef’s kiss.

I’m just imagining that Seb was her first crush from Formula 1 when she first started following the sport, so when he visited at Suzuka, she would just be super bashful and revert back to her old child hood self who had Seb posters up. And he’d laugh about it, teasing her about how every time he looked at her or had the smallest bit of accidental contact as they inspected the bee houses or he walked by her in hospitality, she just immediately turned red. And Mark would tease Oscar about this, letting him know that his protégé’s girlfriend wasn’t even insusceptible to Seb’s charm and it was just like the days where the other WAGS even had the smallest crush on Seb because of his outgoing and friendly personality.

Seeing Bunny’s reaction and hearing this would of course would prompt Oscar to invite Seb to “hang out” and get to know Bunny, the girl who has half of the grid wrapped around her little finger. And Seb would be curious to see why Lance would be dropping off gifts at McClaren hospitality, why Max and Charles would joke so closely with Oscar and Lando about how she seemed so tired.

But what really gets me? The way Lando would react, seeing who he thought was the most wholesome, gentlemanly grid dad revert back to the man who would openly flirt with reporters and ask their about their break plans, the way he would cockily tease and taunt Bunny during their time together and curse quietly in German and tell her she was his good girl.

I think Lando’s brain would short circuit watching the way he dommed Bunny because while he knew about Seb’s past, the only persona HE had met was the wise and generous elder on the grid who wanted a tree planted in his name for a Christmas gift, not playboy Seb who had Bunny’s ankles around his neck and her begging for more.

AHHH this is my new fav concept goodbye

bunny’s so confident w everyone else because she knows the power she holds over them, but it all slips away around seb. since he only retired a year before she would have met him before, but it all starts after he retires so like, she was okay around him before because he wouldn’t be an option. he’d know he’s one of her favorite drivers, if not her favorite, so when he returns to suzuka and she sees him for the first time after it starts, she can’t stop thinking about fucking him. she’d just stay with lando or oscar and watch seb interact with everyone, waiting for him to come over so she can rope him in. she’s thinking about the way he used to flirt with everyone and wonders if she can bring that part of him back out. planning what lines she can use to make him blush, but then he comes over and is talking to oscar and she just short circuits, she can’t function. she’s got stars in her eyes and she’s just… brainless. as soon as he walks away oscar’s teasing her over it and mark is like don’t sweat it bunny, we’ve all been there. he has that effect on women. and she’s like uhh no i mean- i’ve met him before idk what just happened??

he was charles’s mentor so he’d catch charles looking too long, or catch him with a hand on her waist, and he’d be like “charlie i have been involved with taken women, do not make the same mistakes i did. stay out of it, she doesn’t need a third boyfriend.” charles knows seb can keep a secret so he’s the one to let it slip, so when oscar’s asking him to come hang out with him and bunny… sebastian’s got ideas brewing in his head. he’s thinking about when he arrived at the paddock and was saying hello to everyone and he pulled her in for a hug and her voice was shaky and low as she said hello and then wouldn’t meet his eyes while he talked to oscar and mark. every time he sees her after that he finds a reason to touch her, like brushing her hair behind her ear, putting a hand on her waist when he’s walking by. he likes the way she reacts to him barely touching her, notices the little smirk on oscar’s face because he’s seeing her reactions too and knows what he’s doing.

bunny would be so frustrated at the end of each day, asking oscar why seb keeps touching her and oscar asks “do you want him to stop?” and she almost cries bc that is the last thing she wants. every little event he does for his bee project, he’s finding a way to get her attention, saying something dirty to oscar and looking over to see her blushing and squirming. he’d be asking her to help him with stuff, saying everyone else is too busy. maybe he wouldn’t even ask her, he’d ask oscar if he could borrow her like she’s not even there and ofc she’d follow him like a puppy dog wherever he wants. he’d be making dirty jokes, toeing the line of flirting and not. oscar and lando are reaping the benefits of all of seb’s teasing. oscar lets her get all pent up before slipping seb a room card, and he wouldn’t even need to say anything, seb takes it and shows up with condoms and lube and probably silk ties or smth.

then suddenly sebastian’s at every other race and no one even bats an eye when he’s caught flirting with bunny time and time again except lando, they’re all used to it but he can never get the sight of oscar and sebastian tag teaming her out of his head. sebastian would put her in positions he didn’t think possible, they’d fuck her until she’d gone completely silent and lando’s asking them to stop bc he’s kinda worried when she doesn’t respond to his check-in but as soon as seb and oscar back off, she’s crying for them to come back. she’d be so lost in how good she felt she didn’t hear lando, so when suddenly it stops she completely falls apart begging them not to stop and lando feels terrible for ruining what would have been an earth shattering orgasm. he’d never be able to look at him the same, and oscar would have a new best friend.