#especially pregnant cherry I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT?????

[qprpbj]

i feel like bc darry has such a rep that whenever pony or sodas future partner has to "meet the parents" ie darry, they are sooooo nervous

bonus points if pony is w a soc boy and darry is not having it and is very cold leading to a prebook level argument between pony and darry

HELLO??? wtf. wtf wtf. i love them so bad

pony with a soc is suchhh a concept. i’m a pbj truther till i die but i’m hearing u out if u have hcs. on the other hand though……im here to spread my cherry cola delusions. cherry coming over to meet darry when she starts going steady w soda??? bro its. insane.

[nmakii]

Omg ! I didn't think you'd actually respond !! We're gonna fly away from here is easily one of the best ones in the series!! It's so Twisted and disturbing but almost domestic... (Also tysm for including my name idea in your story, Idk where it came from, I just liked it and I appreciate you!) I digress. I've returned with a concept. Al almost always has a plan when he does something. I don't know where you want to go with the second child but this won't be too focused on that one...for now. I really liked how you interpreted Alastor being a weasel and weaseling his way back into the families life and was thinking about how many I wonder about if he has a plan right now, like not a long term one, obviously, but a very specific one for a 'short term'. Women back then, especially in the south weren't allowed to have bank accounts so finicial trapping works well in this case. Also just kinda the ability to turn their kids against her would be enough to terify me. People talk about the 1950's housewife, but oh my god, 1920's housewives were a new kind of depressed. I, personally, don't think Alastor is the type of physically abuse women. No, he's far too classy for that. Instead, like I said, I think he'd either use his status in their house to trap his wife. We were able to run away while we were pregnant and alone, but we have a child now...and would we be willing to leave our child with him? No, I don't think I would, personally. This was just me rambling. K, love u, currently hyperfixated on this au. Byeee !!!! _ Cherry Anon!

DON’T REALLY WANT NO TRUST FUND BABY

[before reading this, read the rest of the story!]

— seems as if alastor found out your little secret

— UR TOO SWEET I SC THIS ON MY IG STORY AND YAPPED TO MY BOY BSF FOR AN HOUR AB IT IM BLUSHING SO HARDDDD!! ABUSE WAS LIT MY LAST SOCIAL STUDIES LESSON FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR MY TCH YAPPED AB FINANCE SO HARD 🤭🤭

being married to alastor, the radio show host is quite the sensation in your town. but, behind the closed curtains, alastor did things that would’ve made lucifer shake in his boots.

no, he didn’t hit you. his mother would kill him if he hit his wife. but, just because alastor never hit you, didn’t mean he didn’t abuse you.

he tormented you in the worst way possible, through noah. and now, emilia.

it’s been 3 years. your little emilia lives up to her name, a cute little girl who’s eager to win. and, little noah is now a big boy, double digits and all.

and, since you’ve returned back to his house, alastor has done nothing but twist your babies’ minds. ‘once upon a time, mama wanted to run away from daddy… so, she ran away and took big brother with her. daddy was sooo worried for mama and big brother though… daddy was able to track mama down, and took her home!’ he cooed to your daughter, bouncing her in his arms— with you right beside him!

you wanted to yell; scream. of course, emilia was too young to understand what alastor was saying. but, still— the fact that he was trying to tell your children that he was some sort of white knight who saved you from yourself. you wanted nothing less, but to snap that neck of his like a twig.

you really shouldn’t act so brashly though. to outsmart alastor, you have to think like him. think of what’s smarter in long run.

alastor was ‘kind’ enough to give you an allowance. $200 every week for groceries and whatever you may need. he’s even so kind as to let you have some ‘private bonding’ with noah and emilia as they accompany you to the farmer’s market.

thankfully, you had a father who wanted to make his little girl survived even without a husband. and so, you had to hear all of his ramblings about finance. saving about 45% each week for 3 years… was about $14,000!

if you saved just a little more, you’d be semi-financially independent until you can get a proper job to take care of your children. it was run-away money, so to speak.

you hid the money in noah’s room. after all, who would expect money there? especially $14,000? and, it worked, for a while. every monday, while you tucked him into bed, you brought the money with you and hid it behind his dresser.

until, what had seemed like a normal tuesday. you came home from the tailor’s, getting back a dress that noah accidentally tore. when you came home, it was only two hours after noon. and despite that, alastor was home.

“a-alastor..! what are you doing home so early? you have a broadcast in 2 hours…” you narrowed your eyes at alastor, on the floor with your children, many new toys surrounding them. “ah, darling! i decided to pick up our children early, and we may have splurged on our little shopping spree…” he smugly grinned. “oh..? where’d you get the money?” you raised your eyebrow, closing the door and laying your bearings on the dining table.

“funniest story ever, my love! there was a random stash of money in noah’s room! seems as if the tooth fairy came early!” he laughed. random stash of money in noah’s room..? “oh. i see.” your breath stopped for a minute, thinking of what kind of consequences could come from it.

“do you have any idea how that money landed there?” he side-eyed you, expecting a lie. “perhaps it was from the old owners? you know this house, there’s so many secrets in here.” you said. “i see… i suppose you are right, darling!” he giggled.

you were back on square one. financially dependent on your husband, if you could even call him ‘husband’. as you climbed up the stairs, you heard alastor whisper to your son. “you see that? momma lied. she got less talkative when papa asked her a question.”

this is what alastor’s been teaching your son. as much as you want to protest, you did lie.

oh, how much you wished for much more simpler times. playing with your baby boy in the kitchen as you make little treats together for his snack at school. and now, the boy alastor’s turning him into— a cunning sociopath, the lord only knows what he will teach your daughter.

this is just a minor setback, it has to be.

[siryouarebeingmocked]

That looks like textbook cherry-picking.

Also, "some anonymous person said something dramatic that backs up what I already believe, with no evidence" is not a very good argument.

And like I keep saying, hypotheticals are not proof. Especially when that stat, even if true, is not evidence of motive, much less evidence that the motive was the pregnancy.

Some of those killers were women.

Pregnant women are also rarely in an age group that typically dies of natural causes. And pregnancy is often a very stressful time for both parents, which means pre-existing issues might get worse.

Also, according to Wikipedia, black pregnant women were a lot more likely to die of homicide than white women. Which implies that black men are more of a problem when it comes to "pregnancy-associated homicide".

But that would be an uncomfortable extrapolation for most of the people who agree with OP, wouldn't it?

I looked up the actual article, and it includes "recently given birth", and uses the data to low-key support gun control. It's HArvard, so I'm not shocked.

They also found that black women were at the greatest risk.

And used the sexist term "male violence" instead of "violence against women" or "intimate partner violence", all of which imply that male-on-male violence - the vast majority of violence - doesn't really count.

Incidentally, most firearms murders are...not with legally owned guns in the first place, and against men. Yet the study authors still blame "loopholes" and "access to firearms", in the name of protecting women.

When the average man could easily kill a woman with bare hands.

What we don't know is how big the actual risk is. What are the odds a pregnant woman will be murdered, and specifically because of the pregnancy?

The number one cause of death in pregnant women is murder. Think About That.

[kaicobras]

practice makes perfect: eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz. requested here!

— eli keeps going on about not having his first kiss yet, so you decide to do something about that.

warnings: shy!eli, eli before the hawk transformation lol, gn!reader, make out session, cursing, nsfw-ish. unedited wooohooo.

nodding your head along to the sound of eli’s continuous whining, you fought the urge to roll your eyes yet again.

it was the same thing he’d complained about before — being worried that someone would never kiss him because of his lip and even if they did, it’d be horrible because he’s never done it before.

now, you understood his insecurities especially since you saw the bullying he faced firsthand but come on. was he really saying this in front of you? the person who’d been hopelessly in love with him for as long as you could remember.

if he was any more oblivious, you’d grow worried.

“i mean, what am i supposed to do? where do i put my hands? where do i-” eli’s words were drowned out yet again as your eyes made their way to him.

he was sat on the bed - you on his computer chair. as he rambled, he wasn’t even focused on you, too occupied with his questions to notice your expression.

“so, why don’t you just practice on me?”

the moskowitz boy’s sentence immediately came to a stop and when he looked over at you, the first thing you noticed was the blush on his cheeks.

“huh?”

pushing yourself up by holding onto the armrests of the chair, you walked towards him, stopping when you landed right in front of him.

“friends help each other and we’re friends. so, it wouldn’t be weird.” you shrugged like it was nothing but really? your heart was beating outside your chest.

a pregnant pause and you decided to shake your head, backing up. “we obviously don’t have to but you were nervous and i just thought if your first time– kiss, i meant kiss– was with someone you knew, it would make you more comfortable.”

now, you were the rambling idiot.

eli’s hand came over to grab yours with a quickness you’d never seen before. “it’s fine! we can do that, i’d like to.” he’d finally managed to make eye contact with you for the first time in minutes.

“okay.” was all you said.

“okay.” was all he said.

slowly walking towards him, you leaned down to come face to face with eli. shit, was he prettier up close.

then, in a movement that seemed to slow time down, your lips connected with his which were softer than you could’ve ever imagined. eli could taste the same cherry chapstick he watched you run over your lips over the course of years and years.

your hand came up to land on the nape of his neck, fingers skimming and combing the short hair back there.

it was over just after a few seconds and the light pink that dusted his cheeks had grown darker in color.

neither of you spoke for seconds until eli cleared his throat. “..maybe we should do it one more time.”

and who were you to decline?

you kissed him again, this time deeper as you grew more confident and for a beginner, eli was sure learning quick. his hands skimmed over your hips, and you took that as a sign to straddle his waist and wrap your arms around his neck.

it was an action that made eli groan into your mouth, an almost intoxicating sound that you wanted to hear more of.

the kiss grew deeper and more passionate, more so that the gaps you took in between for breaths shortened.

completely drunk off of each other, when you did pull away, eli’s groan in disappointment had you laughing and panting for air at the same time.

“there..just kiss them like that and they’ll completely fall for you.”

[ms-hells-bells]

not the wikipedia screenshots.

the first hint that this likely has a bias is the fact that their examples of 'banning trans movements and institutions' are places that were targeted and known for homosexuality primarily. the institute for sexual science did cover gender identity, yes, but do you think there's perhaps a reason why the vast majority of those who believed they 'have the soul of the opposite sex' were persecuted homosexuals who were gender non conforming, even in relatively tolerant places like weimar germany? not to mention that 'sexed souls' or 'being born in the wrong body' are blatantly religious concepts with zero basis.

secondly, it also admits that heterosexual trans people were often not persecuted the same, showing that the primary factor is again, homosexuality.

thirdly, paragraph 175 is the ban of male on male sex and paragraph 183 was a vague public indecency law, which the nazis used to, guess what again, persecute GAY MEN!

that laurie person? is a 'queer and trans politics historian' that claims because some people got arrested for cross dressing (not even specifically trans, just crossdressers of all kinds, usually GAY) is evidence of mass trans persecution. and by some people, i mean. one. they could only specifically name ONE

this was liddy bacroff, who was also a prostituted gay man who was arrested multiple times for sexual acts with men before being sent to a concentration camp. once again HOMOSEXUAL. though him being in women's clothes was definitely part of it (radfems believe that no matter what you believe yourself to be, you are marginalised for being gender non conforming, not for any identity), but primarily it was that he kept having sex with men.

to state that 'the nazi state reserved the worst violence for trans women' is so disgusting and appropriating. gay men got castrated. pregnant women had their fetuses cut out or their babies experimented on. twins. JEWS. a lot of the time, 'trans women' didn't even get sent to concentration camps, they were put in jail for a few months to a couple years, then told to not wear clothes of the opposite sex again. which really sucks, like that is legitimately bad, but that is not comparable to the utter torture that other groups went through on a mass scale (and not just cherry picked handful of cases). i hate that i even have to compared hurt groups, but when this particular group keeps claiming that not only are they (not even past nazi germany they, but they NOW) on par with active genocided groups, but the WORST treated of any of them, it dumbfounds me.

this person is a terrible historian in that they keep projecting modern politics and views onto a different time. transvestitism (the word used then, not transgender) back then covered transvestites, drag performers, gender non conforming people, and fetishists. the vast majority were gay, and were persecuted and sent to camps for being gay. and when the only source getting quotes on wikipedia is a single person, that is a massive red flag for potential biases in terms of how the information is presented (especially from a 'he/him she/her they/them'. i'm not just saying pronouns, he claims ALL of them. he has also said 'everyone feels same sex love at some point' and compared the US right now to what happened in nazi germany regarding trans identity. which wtf. complete post modernist, identity politics lamb).

transvestites and crossdressers were certainly targeted during the holocaust. no one is arguing that none were. but they were a fraction of a fraction of those persecuted, were almost exclusively targeted for concentration camps for being homosexual, jewish, or vocally anti nazi, and most of all, going back to the original claim against jk rowling, what was being claimed was that trans people were the first/primary targets of nazis, and that they were a significant part of book burnings. it's complete riding on the coattails of those oppressed for being gay. which is what they've been doing for years. because straight white men with 'euphoria boners' when they put on women's underwear want to pretend that they're the ultimate oppressed, no matter how many movements and tragedies they gleefully coopt.

seeing non stop comments and replies in notes of those jkr posts stating "jk rowling is denying that the holocaust ever happened" is making me feel legit insane. Like, I feel like I'm going crazy. They just make stuff up and claim it as truth and there's nothing you can do about it. I can't imagine how jkr feels on her end.

[nanaminokanojo]

BLOOM | Sukuna X You | Part 1/3

CHARACTERS: Sukuna X You | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Maki | Fushiguro Toji | Baby Megumi | Megumi's Mom (OC) CHAPTER COUNT: 1/3 WORD COUNT: 8900+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | (eventual) smut | ooc sukuna | female reader CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity/strong language | alcohol use | cigarette smoking | age gap | unhealthy simping XD SPOILERS: N/A

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His hair was the color of cherry blossoms, that's the first thing you noticed. It was the softest shade of pink, easy on the eyes, reminding you of the tendrils of filtered rays of the sun lightly touching the edges of clouds very early in the morning. Or your favorite angora wool sweater.

The man stole your attention from the book you were reading when you chanced a look from your periphery just to check who sat on the stool beside your usual spot on the bar – the seat at the very end by the wall. Your planned glance turned into a furtive stare at the sight of him from his candy-floss-hued hair, the rippling muscles hidden under his white oxford shirt and the array of tattoos that peeked through his neatly folded sleeves. And boy, since when did men smell like vanilla and spring while also exuding such a virile scent?

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth at the thought, internally shaking your head at your behavior. You should not be staring at people, and though you weren't exactly ogling him, you were still observing him enough to associate him with your favorite article of winter clothing.

"Hey. The usual for you?" you heard Maki, the bar owner, ask, giving you the idea that the man was a regular. How you haven't spotted him before was a mystery.

If it was already hard concentrating on the novel you were reading, you've completely forgotten about it when you heard him say, "Make that single-malt." It's either the gates of hell opened at the sudden heat you felt on your skin at the sound of his voice or the gates of heaven did with how delicious it sounded in your ear, thick like honey and deep with a distinct ring to it. It got you wondering what his mother craved for when she was pregnant with him, and your brain said, "Greek gods," when you lifted your eyes from the current page you were reading and briefly exchanged looks with him as he shifted his line of vision from Maki to you.

You turned your eyes back to your book, making it seem like you were just absently looking about, but in reality, it took herculean effort to wrench your gaze from him. In that brief meeting of your eyes, the features of his face registered in your head like a bar code scanner, etching itself in your mind like a white-hot brand. He wasn't shockingly handsome, but he was beautiful in his own right with those intense eyes that reminded you of drowning pools and the rugged yet refined planes of his face. It was as if an artist painted him in passionate anger, slowly fell in love with the piece and began redefining his features with gentler strokes.

You turned the page of your book despite not getting any reading done. Well, it has been the case for a considerable amount of minutes now, but you tried anyway, furiously staring down at the new page but not comprehending anything. Your eyes kept scanning the same sentence over and over again but it was not sinking in at all.

"Excuse me, miss," that deep voice you've already developed a strange affection for assaulted your senses again, making your head snap up to the direction it was coming from. Hell, you think you'll do its owner's bidding just hearing it at the rate you were going, reacting automatically as if you were programmed with a voice prompt or something.

You were about to look at him but Maki caught your attention as she pushed the smoothie you ordered towards you, placing it precisely in front of you on the hardwood surface with her fingers. She arched a brow at you, causing you to stiffen on your seat.

You've been coming to the quiet little bar since you grew old enough to drink. In fact, you considered it your regular watering hole, going there whenever you can even in the day as it doubled as a gastro-pub. You've already come to know the staff who reserved the spot for you every single time you told them you were coming, particularly the tough but very lovable Maki. She's basically a friend now, and you knew you were acting off if she was giving you odd looks.

"Thanks, Maki," you said just in time, even managing to smile. She just shook her head at you before walking away to tend to another client.

"I have to know what book you are reading," the person beside you said just as you began sipping on your drink, which, you've noted, was a cherry blossom tea smoothie that reminded you of him.

You let go of the straw between your lips, swallowing hard. Turning your attention to him, you found him sitting sideways, chin propped on the heel of his palm as he regarded you. "Huh?" was all you could manage to say to him.

A slow, crooked smile etched itself across his mouth, the action appearing sensuous with the gradual way his expressions changed. "That book," he said for your benefit. "May I know what it is about?"

You just blinked, still questioning yourself if he was addressing you.

"If you're that engrossed about it, it must be great," he said. "Mind telling me the title?"

"Book?" you asked dumbly. He was really frying your brain.

He pointed at the book you were holding with his lips, protruding them slightly before smiling again. Jesus, you loved the way he smiled. The gesture didn't belong there when you've already thought he was the smirking, grinning-devil type. It was too soft a gesture, but then again his hair was shell-pink – a contradiction to his stridently brawny features.

"Oh." Despite yourself, you found yourself chuckling. "I'm sorry, I was distracted."

"Not by the book, I hope."

You looked away, smiling to yourself as you closed the object in question and slid it over to him. When you looked at him, you were surprised to see him actually reading the synopsis at the back, interest flickering in his dark eyes. You were already expecting him to just read the title, probably the author, too, thinking he was just flirting with you judging by his last words. But he was actually reading it.

"It's about an architect," he stated. "He must be mind-blowingly awesome if you're too transfixed on his story."

"No, Howard Roark is mostly a recalcitrant bastard who breaks rules here and there, doesn't cooperate or collaborate and is stone-faced about most anything."

"But it's what you like about him," he supplied.

You nodded. "He’s a breath of fresh air in a world governed by stuffy archaic principles. The spring to a long, stagnant winter of conformity. I'm in love with him." Noticing the look of amusement on his face, you were quick to add, "What?"

"Nothing." His smile didn't waver though. "Are you an architect, too?"

"Too?" you repeated with inflection then tilted your head. "Ah, you're an architect, huh?"

"Guilty."

"Any projects of note?" you asked, tilting your head in wonder when he seemed flustered. "What is it?"

He shook his head slowly. "You're very straightforward."

At that, you grinned. "Should I take you out to dinner before I get that information?" You sipped leisurely at your smoothie, glad that you throw him off as much as he flusters you.

"You don't have to," he found himself answering anyway. "But I work for a firm, so they get most of the credit. We built that new hotel at Shinjuku."

"Eh? Didn't pin you for a baroque kind of guy."

"You know..." He was all ears now judging by how he leaned closer to you. He leveled his expression to yours then. "So, what kind of guy did you think I am?"

There it is, you thought, the smirk you've been waiting for. Without giving it much thought, you said, "The Howard Roark type, of course."

***

"You seriously don't remember, do you?"

It wasn't that you didn't. You simply had no idea how you got home, considering how you ended up all smashed after enjoying too many margaritas after your smoothie. You seriously just didn't know certain things. You didn't know what happened after you reached your limit. And out of all the things you know you should not have missed, you didn't know his name.

You were sitting on the kitchen counter, nursing a headache, trying to fill in every bit of information your friends were trying to leech out of you in your addled state. You've been expecting it - the great inquisition - especially after you returned in a state lesser than they've been expecting, unconscious, according to the collective stories of your roommates, when you told them you were just stepping out to get some reading done. And on a school night, no less. Very atypical of you indeed.

"What should I be remembering?" you responded to Ieiri. You weren't exactly fond of her worrisome nature although you knew she was just watching your back especially since she has been rather disapproving of your escapades with these guys you somewhat dated back then. You appreciated it, but it didn't mean you liked it.

"Oh, I don't know, Y/N. Strawberry blond? Tats? Drives a Jeep? Ring any bells?" she said, jogging your memory. "He came knocking at two in the morning, carrying you in his arms. I mean he was hot according to Satoru, but do you even know the guy?"

“Cherry blossom,” you absently corrected the color Ieiri mentioned.

“Huh?”

“Him, I remember.” You smiled at the thought, not hiding your delight from them. You were sure they were just annoyed that they weren't in on the action since Satoru, your other friend and roommate, who seem nonexistent recently, was the one who interacted with the man you met and supposedly brought you back to the house you rented with all of them. And Satoru doesn't know basic decorum to actually ask what the man’s name was. "Howard."

"Howard?" Suguru, another one of your friends who was in the literature department as you were, asked. "Howard Roark?" He knew the reference, obviously. You forced him to read the book before it even became one of your study materials.

You nodded enthusiastically. "He's an architect."

"He didn't look like a 'Howard,' apparently," Ieiri said.

"That name is from her favorite book," Suguru supplied, his dark eyes shifting to you as he tucked some stray strands of his long, raven locks which were currently tied in a half-up. "So your guy's an architect, too."

"That, but he isn't 'my guy' and I don't know what his name is."

He grinned then. "If you're openly calling him by the name of the character you claim to be in love with, I'm assuming..."

"No!" Ieiri gasped.

You laughed despite the action making your head hurt. You were still hungover after all, but you didn't mind, not when you knew you had a good night. Probably a great night to allow yourself to be hammered like you have been. You only ever drank to your fill when the company is great and when you were in a jovial mood.

"It's nothing like that. He just feels like spring time. Looks like it, too." You waved your hands in front of you for emphasis. Still, your expressions said otherwise.

You weren't in love with the man because you didn't believe in mushy things like love at first sight, but you knew you liked him, just that you weren't getting your hopes up cause there's a chance you might not see him ever again, assuming your meeting was something transient like the blossoms his hair made you think of. Even if he was a regular at Maki's, if your schedules didn't coincide with one another, it would not be easy to meet. You've been coming to the same bar for years and yet, you've only ever seen him that time. You never really know.

But then, you got your answer pretty quickly.

From: Satoru

See you at 7 tomorrow night. Same place.

That’s how Satoru's message read, sent late the previous night. You almost forgot about the agreement you’ve had with him to get unlimited barbecue after sleeping the rest of the day but you made it out just in time. It was something you did with all three of your friends as a way to bond with them individually.

You glanced at the clock on your phone, feeling the stares of the restaurant staff on you. Well, you’ve been there for more than an hour waiting for him. One hour and thirteen minutes to be precise. All you’ve ordered so far was a glass of lemonade and you were able to finish that in the first half hour, sitting on a table for two when evidently, you were alone. All your texts were ignored and your calls were always being redirected to voicemail.

“Where the fuck are you, Gojo Satoru?” you asked him in one of your messages, hissing low into your phone just so the other diners would not be offended by your words. You got a message another twenty minutes later, the sound of your phone almost making you jump from your seat. However, when you looked at it, it was from an unknown number.

You were about to check the message when one of the waitresses came to your table, pad and pen on the ready. She’s always the one who served you whenever you and your friends would go there for a dose of beef and pork fat, and she has always been nice to you.

“Not to be nosy but I think your friend isn’t coming.”

You nodded, grimacing. “Tell me about it.”

“The boss has been giving you the stink eye, too.”

Looking over the counter, you saw the elderly man really looking at you. He looked away when you met his eyes, muttering to himself. You knew how the owner could get, but you simply loved going there since their food is good and the service is just the same. You smiled ruefully at the woman before you. “I’ll have a sukiyaki set and warm sake, please. Thank you.”

“Would that be all?”

“Yeah.”

“Coming right up.” She flashed you a bright smile before disappearing into the back rooms.

You almost forgot the message you saw earlier, but then, your phone lit up again with that familiar tone. The new message was from the same number.

From: Unknown

How are you?

From: Unknown

I hope you’re okay.

You frowned, not having the slightest clue as to who could be texting you.

From: You

Who is this?

Your order came but there was no response from the mystery texter or Satoru. You felt pathetic looking at your phone every once in a while as you ate and drank. Normally, you wouldn’t even have given anybody, including your best friends, the time of the day, making you wait for longer than an hour without as much as a message. You don’t ever wait for people over the agreed meeting time. You hated it with passion. And you were already thinking of ways to make Satoru pay.

You were about to eat a mouthful of beef when you heard the chair across you being dragged back. Your eyes flicked to the direction, and to your utter shock, you almost dropped your chopsticks if it weren’t for the hand that reached out and held onto your hand, securing the utensils.

Once again, you were sitting on your usual spot at the bar, eyes clashing with those intense ones owned by the pink-haired guy who apparently drove a charcoal grey Jeep and reminded you of spring, the same one who drove you home the other night.

“Careful,” he said, his scent assaulting your senses.

A lump formed in your throat, making you unable to form proper words, so you settled for putting down the chopsticks. You folded your hands together on your lap, recovering from your consternation before you finally looked at him, unable to help it but grin. He looked different that day, more laid back in a white baseball cap mussing his candy-floss hair down, a loose-fitting shirt in the same hue and jeans. He looked so fresh, you felt the air around you cool down considerably.

“How did you…” you hesitated and shook you head. “Hello.”

He broke into that crooked smile. “Crazy how the moment you sent the message, I saw you through the glass walls while I drove past.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it again, not quite knowing how to react to it when suddenly, the first part of his statement registered in your mind. “Wait, message?” You picked up your phone, showing him the messages. “This is you?”

He nodded slowly. “Looks like you’re doing great.” He regarded the bottle of sake on the table. “I had to get your number to check up on you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Y-yeah, I mean, no, not at all. Thank you by the way.” You chuckled, saving his number and naming him Spring God in your contacts. “I wasn’t really expecting you to bring me home.”

“I got your address from your driving license.” He grinned then. “I thought of taking you back to my place, but I didn’t know how that would sit with you.”

Who says chivalry was dead? “I’m sorry for acting crazy, if I did anyway." You chuckled. "I don't remember…and for having to bring me all the way to the house.”

“It’s fine. It was lovely meeting Satoru.”

At that, your face flushed red. You winced. “I’m sorry for whatever he did while I was out of it.” He could be crazy at times, and you wouldn't be surprised if he did something untoward.

He shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle. “He was very nice to me, don’t worry.” He furrowed his brows then. “I also got your name. Y/N. I don’t know if you forgot to tell me or you just didn’t trust me enough, but I’d like to think it’s the former since you didn’t seem to think twice about getting wasted with me like you did.”

You deliberately didn’t tell him your name, but he was making it sound a little nicer. It wasn’t really something you planned on doing again, meeting him, but somehow, he found you. You shook you head, coming clean. “If you put it that way, okay, but really, I thought it was better if you didn’t know.”

“Hmm. Why is that?”

You found it endearing that he tilted his head a bit to the side when he asked the question. Your lips curled upwards at the corner. “I just never thought I’d meet you again.”

“That would be unfortunate.”

You laughed awkwardly at his remark. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way.”

“I’m not offended.”

“Okay.”

You requested for another order of barbecue for him. He declined but you insisted. “Come on. My treat for your act of kindness.” You snickered. “Besides, my supposed date bailed.”

“Date?”

Sighing, you said, “Well, not really. Satoru. We agreed to meet here over an hour ago but he hasn’t been answering my messages or calls. Something probably came up.”

He eyed you thoughtfully. “If you don't mind me asking, is he your...?"

"My what?"

"Your boyfriend…maybe."

You chuckled at the thought, but then you realized you didn't even know his name. "I don't really tell strangers about things like that," you teased.

“Okay, but I thought we’re past being strangers.” He smirked then and you swore you felt your stomach flip.

“We’re in the getting-to-know-each-other phase,” you told him with a laugh, acceding. "Since I didn't tell you my name, I didn't expect you to tell me yours. Plus I didn't ask, so may I have yours?"

"Sukuna," he said. "Ryomen Sukuna."

"Su-ku-na," you repeated, liking the feel of the syllables as they rolled out of your tongue. Finally, the person you've gotten so fond of in just a short time had a name. You didn't know what his name meant but it seemed to match him well regardless of how arbitrary it was to his person. You couldn't think of any better name though. "I like your name. It's pretty." You smiled brightly at him then. "And no, Satoru is not my boyfriend."

Ryomen Sukuna was an absolute puzzle to you. How he could look so badass and pretty much intimidating with his strapping physique and inked skin – throw in the multiple piercings on his left ear which you were noticing or the first time – while also pulling off all these adorable little actuations was a quandary to you. Tall, solidly built men like him should not be reminding you of soft, cute things, but the moment he blinked in confusion, you knew you couldn't get enough of it.

"Nobody ever said that about my name, but thanks," he returned in that deep voice after a moment's pause. And was that a dusting of roses over his cheeks? The surprises you were getting from this man was endless. He really was such a breath of fresh air, so far from the usual stereotypes.

Your face seemed to be perpetually pulled into a smile whenever you were around him, and you didn't think you were doing a good job suppressing the urge to be beaming like an idiot around him. "So, anyway, what made you think that blue-eyed idiot is my boyfriend?" you asked, changing the topic.

"Well, he was a bit hostile at first when he took you from me, making me explain things but then started apologizing after. He told me you could be a handful when inebriated..." He let his voice trail off as if letting you chew on his words.

"You agree with him." It wasn't a question.

"Yes." Sukuna pretended to frown. "He also calls you 'his princess'."

You threw your head back, covering your eyes momentarily in embarrassment. "Now I wish you met Ieiri and Suguru instead," proceeding to explain that the nickname was something akin to what a father would call his precious daughter.

"He was rather intimidating, but I guess he's just looking out for you."

"He's still not off the hook for standing me up," you quipped, "But you finding him intimidating is funny."

"Why?"

You scoffed, gesturing over to him. "I think you can snap him in two if you wished, too."

"He was scary," Sukuna insisted.

"He's harmless...most of the time, but yeah, he’s rather protective. That’s one of my dads for you."

He laughed then. "There's nothing scarier than a fiercely protective friend…or a doting father. I can't muscle my way out of that for sure."

"Ah, then you'll find Ieiri scarier."

The night pretty much went well and ended on a good note. Sukuna did most of the talking for the rest of the night. You learned he was six years older than you at twenty nine, one of the head architects at the firm he worked for, has a love-hate relationship with his job cause he wants to draw portraits instead, was a delinquent when he was younger but got away with things cause he was a straight-A student, loved dogs so much that he cries when they die in movies, was closer to his mom, got his tattoos on a sudden whim, and was pretty much a sweet, charming genuine person which contrasted his appearance. What you see isn't what you get. That just isn't how it worked with him.

You loved it when he talked. It was rather entertaining as he had a way of telling stories which made you feel like you were actually there when it happened. Eventually, you forgot the reason why you were at the restaurant in the first place. It was as if you went there for the purpose of meeting Sukuna himself. Satoru was all but forgotten as you dissolved into carefree laughter and playful banters, and you felt at ease and more like yourself around him, pretty much like when you were with your three favorite people in the world.

“It’s not really that funny,” Sukuna told you, watching you laugh heartily at that one episode in his freshmen year when he made a mistake of going on a date with the wrong girl who happened to have the same name as his supposed date. You continued to laugh as if he didn’t say anything.

“It’s just crazy that both of them were there at the same time. I mean, what were the odds?”

He parked by the sidewalk in front of your house, killing the engine. “That’s the reason why I have never agreed to a single blind date ever again.” He pulled the key out of the ignition, glancing at the direction of your house. “We’re here.”

Your laughter died down when you followed the direction of his gaze. The lights were off except for the one lighting up the porch of the house you shared with your friends. You returned your gaze to him then. “Thanks for driving me home. Again.”

“I enjoyed your company. It’s the least I can do.”

You smiled warmly at him, reaching over to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek when he suddenly turned his head a fraction towards you. That minute change made your lips end up against his instead. He was surprised at first and remained immobile against you, but when you pulled away, he chased you back, connecting your mouths, his lips feeling soft and warm yet emitting that air of dominance as it coaxed yours to move in sync with his. You were kissing him back in no time, but you immediately caught yourself and withdrew, utterly flustered.

Your heart thudded heavily as he held you in his intense gaze, his tongue slowly running over his lower lip, making you even more mentally incapacitated. It made you want to just pull him back to you and covet those lips with yours again. You snapped out of it though. You already knew he was capable of hot-wiring and hijacking your brain.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you told him when you were able to form words again.

Sukuna looked at you from under his lashes, smiling slightly. “I’m not.”

Taken aback, you chuckled nervously. “No?”

He shook his head, reached over and ruffled your hair a bit. “Go inside. It’s late.” You nodded and disembarked from the car while he leaned on the steering wheel, watching you. You were already on the pavement, about to close the door, when he spoke again. “Can I come see you again?”

“Sure,” you said without thinking. “Good night, Sukuna.” Man, you just loved saying his name.

“Bye, Y/N. Good night.”

He drove away while you made your way towards your doorstep. Your fingers flew to your lips once you were standing on your porch, smiling to yourself at the realization of having kissed him. Shaking your head, you fished for the keys from your pocket and entered the house, not quite remembering how you got to your room, but you slept that night with pleasant dreams of running your fingers through pink locks of hair.

***

"I'm really sorry. Something came up and my phone died."

You acceded. It wasn’t as if Satoru did something so big. You went to the outdoor kiosks near the parking lot by the football grounds to catch up on some reading while Satoru ate and told you bits of his past few days, since he got held up at their family estate. Having such a traditional, high-ranking family in the country sure had its downsides, and you weren't about to make him even more agitated than he already was. He had it difficult, you knew that, and you weren’t about to be petty over him not coming to your supposed bonding time. He may be happy-go-lucky but you felt tension simmering just under the surface when you squeezed his hand in assurance.

Suguru and Ieiri followed shortly after Satoru fetched you from class, also surprised to see him there. "So, you finally decided to show up," the former said.

"Don't ask," Satoru said.

"Wasn't planning to," Suguru scoffed, his attention shifting to you. “What are you working on anyway?” he asked, flipping the file you were reading haphazardly to peer through the contents.

“I’m making an analysis report on ‘The Romantic Manifesto’.” you answered, looking up from the notes you were writing when your eyes suddenly strayed over his shoulder. You almost did a double-take, glancing at Suguru before returning your line of vision at the spot beyond where he sat.

“It’s due…” your voice trailed off when you realized just what, or rather who, you were looking at. You weren’t so sure whether what you were seeing was real or a mirage, a very familiar, specific and detailed one, but then, you figured it was the former when the person smirked and cocked his head to the side, beckoning you over to where he leaned against his grey Jeep as he raised a cup of what looked like cherry blossom tea.

Suguru arched a brow at you, looking behind him but not really noticing the object of your distraction. “Hey, you okay?”

Ieiri followed the direction of your gaze and nudged you when she saw who you were looking at. "Is that your Howard? Damn, girl. He’s sizzling."

You nodded, but at that same moment, you rose from the table without any explanation, your feet immediately leading you towards the outdoor carpark. When you were within earshot, you said, “What are you doing here?”

You stopped a few feet from him, glancing behind you to where the others had already turned their heads to follow the path you took, flashing you shit-eating grins. It wouldn’t surprise you anymore if they had pieced together who the person was before you. They claimed to be your ‘parents’ but acted like children at times.

“I brought you tea.” Sukuna walked towards you, standing so close that you forgot how to breathe for a few seconds as you inhaled his scent and took in his appearance, looking immaculate in a plain white shirt and faded jeans, but your brain only seemed to register those lips and the memory of how they felt against yours.

You shook your head, snapping out of your trance, mentally cursing at yourself. “Hi.” You exhaled loudly, trying hard not to smile like an idiot while you absently twirled your hair on your finger, suddenly seeing the world through a pinkish filter. "How do you keep finding me?"

Sukuna's smile dropped. “Did I come at an inconvenient time?” he asked gently, trying hard not to sound miffed, but he obviously was taken aback by your words.

“No.” You shook your head, placing a hand over your forehead. You finally smiled at him, letting out a choked snicker. “No, Sukuna. It’s good to see you. It’s just that I wasn’t expecting to see you here. And you didn't really tell me you were coming.”

He grinned at you then but he still appeared unsure, placing a hand behind his neck. “Right.”

You flashed him a helpless look. “Please don’t look at me like that. I’m just really surprised.”

“Hmm." He moved closer to you, wrapping your hand around the transparent disposable cup. His proximity was affecting you in ways you couldn't admit out loud. "Are you happy to see me, too?"

"Too? So, you're happy to see me?"

"Always."

That's it. You're done for. Trying to avoid his intense gaze and escaping his scrutiny, you glanced over your shoulder to find everyone on your table observing you blatantly. Satoru raised a thumb at you while Ieiri was giggling with Suguru.

"Are those your friends?" Sukuna commented, his minty breath fanning against the side of your face which made you turn a little too quickly to face him again only to be confronted by his face leaning towards yours, mere centimeters away.

“Y-yeah.” You leaned a bit backwards but he moved forward. “That they are.” You stepped backwards again, nearly faltering on your feet, but you immediately gained your balance when he grabbed you by the arm, steadying you.

"Are you alright?" Sukuna asked, looking at you with concern written all over his face which morphed into wonder when you said, "Yeah, you're just overwhelming."

"Huh?"

"I can't think properly when I'm around you," you stated casually, your expressions not giving anything away as per usual. You arched a brow at him when he did the same. "You hot-wire my brain."

"I know what you mean." He smirked despite his confusion. "Is that good or bad?"

You eyed him thoughtfully, biting on your lower lip. "Good for you, bad for me. You can probably tell me to eat dirt and I'd do it in a heartbeat."

He chuckled, looking at you tenderly. "You're too honest."

"To a fault," you agreed, "Suguru tells me all the time. Wanna meet them?"

He ruffled your hair. "Sure."

***

While you weren't exactly expecting to see Sukuna again after the night you met, he became of constant presence around you. You have gone out with him several times over the course of two months. He was a busy person and you also had your priorities, but he always makes you feel special whenever you two would be out and about, behaving like such a gentleman opening and closing doors for you, naturally shifting closer to traffic while you walked, bringing an extra jacket in case you felt cold or a larger umbrella so you don't get wet, bringing you your favorite tea whenever he could.

He picked you up from school for lunch twice, making the most of the hour, and one time, you brought him lunch at work when he suddenly canceled on you, saying he was swamped with work. He sounded really upset so you decided to go to him instead. You brought Suguru with you as a buffer, but Sukuna's colleagues still teased him. He was different in the office – gruff and strict which fitted him more – but he still beamed at you happily when you brought him food, not caring who saw.

Apart from the brief phone calls, you two never really texted. It wasn't really your thing and he didn't like it either, so it could go days on end without you saying anything to each other, but when you do get a chance to speak, it would always be like picking up on where you've left off. He has only ever sent you two messages. One to remind you to take good care of yourself because he was going to be away for a while and another one a week later asking if you wanted to go out with him that coming Friday night.

"Your timing's off," you told him over the phone. You really wanted to say yes, but, "Ieiri, the boys and I are going out that night. Gang tradition."

"Some other time then?"

"Sure."

You hung up after a few more exchanges of words, getting started on reading some notes when Ieiri entered the kitchen. "Was that Howard?"

"Yeah. He's inviting me to go out on Friday, but I already said yes to clubbing with you guys."

She grinned cheekily, wrapping an arm around you as she poked you on the cheek. At times, it feels like Satoru was rubbing off on her. "Are you sure you don't want to ditch us for the hot architect?"

"Hot architect –" You snickered. "Did you just say that?"

"I was supposed to say 'sugar daddy,' literally and figuratively. Sugar and his cotton candy hair. Get it?"

You narrowed your eyes at her, shaking your head. It was supposed to be amusing, but when Ieiri says it, it just sounds weird. "Can I read in peace now?"

She left you alone, but laughed at your expense.

Friday couldn't have rolled around fast enough and you headed out with your friends at the club owned by a friend of yours, prepared to party in a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a crop top and your hair hanging about in wavy layers. You were already expecting the place to be cramped as hell given the day of the week so much so that Suguru had to hold onto you tightly so as not to lose you when you entered until you found the area you had reserved for the night. It was for good measure too since the place was drenched in purple, blue and green laser lights which were disorienting at first. And so, your night began as such.

You were in the middle of dancing, only pausing when you had to down your nth shot for the night when your eyes suddenly strayed to the bar area at the elevated part of the club adjacent to the the leather seats. You looked away but returned your gaze towards said direction when you realized this very familiar guy was looking at you. He was watching you as you danced and let loose, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You craned your neck, looking back and thinking the guy looked a lot like Sukuna, but then he couldn’t be. He was engaged elsewhere, still you continued to ogle him until you were pretty sure it wasn’t the same person. But the longer you looked, the more it was being proven to you that it was him.

That lopsided smile drew itself across his lips, seeing as how you were doubting yourself about his identity. There was no mistaking that look on his face, the way his dark eyes seemed to sparkle whenever he smiled even if the action didn't belong there.

“Sukuna?” you mouthed his name and he nodded, motioning for you to come over with his head. It had been a solid ten days since you last saw him, and for some reason, your heart raced at the thought of seeing him there.

Without saying a word to the people you were with, you squeezed yourself through the crowd, your feet carrying to the upstairs bar, to Sukuna. It took you a while to traverse the space between you, and when you finally stood before him, all you could do was smile up at him, taking in the soft look about him as he regarded you which were at odds to those fiery eyes that had the capability to turn into bright orbs of light when he beamed down at you.

“Hello, Y/N. Once again, fate has brought you to me,” he said rather dramatically, a smirk drawing itself across his pretty mouth.

Laughter escaped your throat, unable to say anything when you realized that you actually missed him, missed looking at him. Unable to help it, you stood on your toes and reached out to touch his hair, the action surprising the both of you. He eyed you, his expressions that of a half-smile and a look of confusion while you retracted your hands as quickly as you felt his soft locks with your fingertips, wincing at the realization of what you were doing.

At that, he laughed heartily, stealing your hand and pressing it over the side of his head. “Go ahead. I don’t mind you touching me,” he told you, staring into your eyes that you felt like all the air in the room was gone.

You blinked at him, processing what he said and joined in his mirth. “You're here!” You shook your head when it dawned to you that you were stating the obvious. “I’m sorry. How are you, Sukuna?”

“Pink?” he offered and chuckled at his own joke which made your face heat up. “Kidding. I’m great. I missed you these past days. How are you?”

“You did?” You felt your insides melting at his statement, made worse when he nodded to confirm it. “I’m fine. Great. Where have you disappeared to anyway?”

He snickered a your question. “Madrid.”

Your jaw dropped. “As in Spain?”

He nodded. “Had to do something there.”

“Uh-huh.” His words were rather obscure, but you didn’t want to encroach on his private life.

“What are the odds that we’re at the same club?”

“The owner is a friend,” you answered, smiling awkwardly as you glanced at the direction of your friends on the dance floor. You saw all of them looking at you. Suguru winked at you, giving you the thumbs up, making you laugh at his silliness.

“The gang’s all here, I see.”

“What?” You faced Sukuna, finding him leaning close beside you against the metal balustrade. Just then, a waiter passed by holding a whole tray of shots, and before you could duck, he grabbed you by the waist so that you were leaning against him with no quantifiable space between your bodies. Your eyes widened in shock and you froze, your thoughts clouded by the familiar smell of rain in a bamboo forest during Maytime. “T-thanks…”

He hummed in response to your gratitude, but he didn’t let you go. “I didn’t know you enjoyed places like this, too.”

“Why is that?” you asked, feigning ignorance to how close you two were.

"I never pinned you for the party animal type. I kinda developed a fondness for that quiet, nerdy girl sitting at the corner of the pub."

"Not exactly. I prefer Maki's place to be honest but coming here once in a while doesn't hurt. Especially with those three." You frowned slightly at him then as you thought of something. “So, why didn’t you approach me?” You motioned towards the dancefloor. “I'm sure the three-headed monster won't mind if you joined us. You alone?”

“Yes, sweetheart, but aren't you supposed to be hanging out with them?" You grabbed his arm before he could refuse you and started leading him towards where the others were.

However, he had other plans in mind. Again, he hooked an arm around your waist until your back was leaning against him. You eyed him sideways, startled by his actions, but unable to counteract it anyway as you’re just stunned speechless all the while. “You can go back to them, Y/N, but I don’t think I should go with you.”

You turned around, gently easing away from his hold. “Why not? They already know you, and they like you.”

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a party pooper.” He leaned towards you, tilting his head to the side while his lower lip slightly jutted out.

"What are you talking about?” You rolled your eyes at him then snickered.

He eyed you seriously then. “Just in case this is a friends-only affair?”

“Satoru already ruined that by bringing his girls into the mix.” You laughed at him when you saw him hesitate. “Come on, Sukuna. Join us. For me?” You showed him your best impression of puppy-dog eyes. “Pretty please?”

When you saw that he wasn’t budging, you changed your argument. “Fine. Dance with me then.” You didn’t give him any time to contradict you as you took him by the hand and dragged him to the dancefloor.

He was just standing still, looking uncomfortable as you started to groove to the beat, so you took his arms and started moving them until he was moving on his own, finally breaking into that smile. He looked too awkward that you wanted to laugh but decided against it, simply raising your hands and feeling the music.

“Aren’t you having fun?” you asked him as you were bobbing your head to the bass.

“I am!” he answered above the music.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun. Are you shy?” You chuckled openly at that.

“No.”

“You don’t dance?”

“I can dance.”

You giggled. “Then show me what you’ve got!”

Without a warning, he started moving in sync with you, taking your hands in his and finally letting loose in such a graceful manner as you both got into the beat and started waving and swaying against one another, his hands slowly running at your sides in sensual rhythms that got you reeling in excitement. You almost forgot that you were with other people as you danced with him. It was fun and it felt good to be that carefree, not minding your friends, drinks flowing in nonstop.

Soon, the group you’ve left joined you and Sukuna. They all greeted him excitedly while the boys exchanged high-fives with him as they were dancing. Satoru and the two girls who were with him also joined in and somewhere along that, Suguru offered everyone cigarettes, and you gladly took one when you saw Sukuna taking one as well. You didn’t really smoke on a regular basis but you didn’t exactly shy away from the so-called cancer sticks.

After taking another shot, you pulled Sukuna out of the dancefloor, hollering at the others as you raised your cigarette, signaling where you were going in case they wanted to come with. You made your way to the smoking area at the veranda situated at the back of the building with the older male in tow. You were pretty much buzzed, calming down from the high you had while dancing, grinning wide as the cool night air met you, making your lungs expand as you breathed in.

Sukuna watched you as he took his place against the banister, following him shortly as you produced a lighter from your pocket, something that you always carried just in case.

“You smoke?” he asked, toying with his own battered stick, twirling it around his long fingers.

“Sometimes,” you admitted, watching his reaction. “And you?”

“Not really.”

“You took one anyway.” You wedged the item in question between your lips and raised the lighter, but before you could light it, it was pulled out from your mouth and the next thing you knew, Sukuna was kissing you, his lips pressed against yours as he pulled you closer by the hips which he seemed to have a fixation for since you came up to him. It was a soft yet urgent kiss that cajoled you to respond, and not long after, your lips were submissive clouds moving to the will of the wind that was his luscious mouth.

Like the first time you felt his lips against yours, electricity ran through your body as if he was touching you elsewhere apart from your mouth. It was driving you off the edge of sanity, and you knew you’d probably jump off a cliff for the male. He grinned at your dazed state when your eyes met after he finally pulled away, showing you the cigarette that was supposed to be between your lips before he unceremoniously laid claim to them.

“You’re going to ruin your lips by smoking. I’m keeping this,” he told you.

You were too mesmerized with the tingling feeling in your mouth while your eyes stayed glued to his as you blinked slowly, your mind and heart racing at a thousand miles per second. “W-why would you do that?” you stammered, feeling your throat go so dry that you had to drag the words out.

“Apart from the fact that it’s terribly unhealthy, it ruins your sense of smell and taste.” He waved the cigarette in front of you before shoving it into the pocket of his jeans. “Scientific fact.”

You couldn’t quite process what he was saying. You were asking why he kissed you, but he misunderstood. “Are you going to taser me with your lips every single time I’m about to smoke?”

“Taser…” He chuckled and narrowed his eyes at you. “I might just if it means these dangerous things don’t touch your pretty mouth.”

“What the –” You didn’t know if you would be scandalized by what he said or if you were going to laugh. The latter won and you tittered. “That’s a good one.”

“I mean it, Y/N.”

Boldness engulfed your whole thought process as you stepped closer to him, looking straight into his eyes. “And if I insist on it? Placing dangerous things in my pretty mouth? What are you going to do then?”

He, too, leaned forward, eyes flicking to your lips. “Then I guess I just have to keep your mouth too busy to even think about smoking again,” he whispered to you, his breath hitting your lips.

You smirked at him then. “I guess I just have to make sure you aren’t around if I do feel like smoking.”

He pouted. You burst out laughing.

You reached over and pinched both of his cheeks. “You’re so adorable.”

Sukuna swatted your hands away, but smiled nonetheless. "You're the only one who says I'm adorable."

"You are. You just don't know it."

“Okay then. If you say so.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear then, your skin tingling where he touched you. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Not really.”

“Good. I wanna do something for you.”

You eyed him questioningly. “Hmm. What?”

“That’s a surprise.”

It was already around two in the morning when everyone had the unanimous decision to leave the club which was still packed. You, too, were getting tired especially after Ieiri ended up hammered and Satoru was emptying his guts through his mouth. Suguru was a bit drunk, too, but he was trying his best to help you take care of them. Sukuna had been very nice all night, even helping you load Satoru and Ieiri into the backseat of Suguru’s car.

“Would you like me to drive you home?” he asked you after shutting the door to the backseat.

“No, I’m gonna be fine. Besides, I can’t just leave Suguru to deal with them both.” You motioned to his Jeep. “You should go ahead, too.”

Sukuna grimaced as he nodded. “I guess that would be for the best. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay. You take good care now.”

“You, too, sweetheart.” He stepped forward and pulled you against him, hugging you, enveloping you in his warmth and that scent you loved profusely. “It’s really great seeing you tonight.”

You returned the gesture, smiling up at him as you tried to compose yourself. “It’s great seeing you, too.” You stood on your toes and pecked him on the cheek before giving him a gentle shove towards the car. “See you, Sukuna.”

He waved at you then boarded the car. You watched as it disappeared down the street before turning away to enter the club to get Suguru who was left to settle the bills. You found him seated on one of the couches, finding your way easily since the crowd thinned a bit.

“You okay, dude?” you asked when you reached him. He was pale and he looked like he was going to throw up anytime. “Do you need to go to the restroom?”

He shook his head. “Just get me out of here.”

You chuckled, leading him faster out of the club. You sat him down on passenger side and soothed his back, asking after him again as you started the engine. He said he was fine, laughing when he caught a glimpse of the two who were already passed out on the backseat with Satoru lying on Ieiri’s lap while her head was lolling limply to the side.

The drive was rather short without much cars on the road, but Suguru was still able to squeeze in a conversation, and of all the topics he could broach, it had to be about Sukuna.

“I thought Sukuna will be driving you home,” he began, glancing at you.

“He offered, but I can’t just leave you.”

“That would have been okay.” He glanced at the rearview mirror then, checking on the two, you could only guess. He could be such a mother hen at times. “I think he’s cool.”

“Mhmm.”

“And he’s really good-looking,” Suguru threw in with a chuckle. “Just date already.”

You chuckled. “Why don’t you date him instead?”

“Don’t you want to try it out with him?”

“He hasn’t even asked me to date him.”

“Yeah, but he already kissed you –”

“How did you know about that?” you demanded, mortified. Your cheeks were heating up again at the memory of it.

“Well, you’re in a public place.” He laughed. “So, it’s bound to end in dating anyway.”

“Not necessarily.” You turned sideways to look at him. “He’s older after all, not that I see the age gap as a problem. But you know, he might just be passing time.”

“He obviously likes you. If you date him, it’s a win-win situation. You like him, too, you just don’t know it.”

You scoffed. “How can you say that?”

He blew a raspberry. Typical Suguru behavior. “You can be yourself around him. You’re all smiley face around him, too. I saw you. You can’t lie to me.”

“Really now?”

“Yeah. You look your best that way. And don’t ever think you are just a pastime. I’ll kill him if he treats you as such.” He smiled knowingly at you. “Besides, you should date properly. Enough with your flings with stupid boys in campus.”

“Okay, dad.” You sighed, trying to contain your excitement. “I do like him though. He’s so nice to me.”

Suguru reached over patting you on the shoulder. “Ah! My daughter is a grown-woman.”

You swatted at his hand, laughing at his antics.

-end of part 1-

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SDAU, The Professors, Chapter 9

Word Count:  6k

Warnings:  manipulation, coercion, stalking, threatening a pregnant person, dark! Mean frat boys, mentions of homophobia, mentions of a parent having a medical emergency/heart attack

“Well?” Sebastian asked nervously.  His heart raced from the other side of the door.  He’d run the scenario a million times in his head and had thought of a million different outcomes.  But even with all the thinking there’s nothing that could promise everything would be okay.  And that scared Sebastian more than anything else.  On the other side of the door, Alana’s bottom lip warbled as she held the test in her hands.  She held back her sobs as she looked at the closed door, not wanting to answer him, “Alana?”

“I-I can’t…”

“Hey…it’s okay…talk to me,” he tried encouraging her.  He frowned when the only sound he heard from the other side was her sniffles.  His heart broke for her as he already knew the answer.  He leaned against the door and whispered, “Alana…please.  Whatever it is, I’ll help you.  We can get through this.  I won’t leave you all alone to deal with this.”

She sniffled once more, holding the test in her hand as she opened the door.  Sebastian’s heart shattered as he watched the tears continuing to stream down her blotchy cheeks.  He didn’t bother waiting for her to start speaking.  Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, “it’ll be okay, Alana…I promise.”

Alana shakily took a breath from the chair in Sebastian’s office.  She was a mess; tears streaming down her face while he tried to calm her down.  True to his word, he had hardly left her side in the week since she found out. 

The only time he’d really left her was when he had to teach, and even then, the two of them found themselves putting in their Bluetooth just so they could hear the other.  Alana found herself comforted by the sound of Sebastian’s voice throughout her day, and Sebastian enjoyed the little moments when she spoke; especially if she wasn’t in a class and would correct him.  It made his heart swell knowing that she was so intelligent and tuned into him even when she didn’t have to be. 

It was a glowing compliment to his pride, and it only made his inner wolf rumble that he was a good alpha to his mate, even if she wasn’t ready to be in a relationship.  She craved him almost as much as he needed her, and it made everything worth it to him.

“I need you to breathe, Alana,” Sebastian begged, “I need you to talk to me, sweetheart.  Tell me what happened.”

“T-the-they wouldn’t leave me alone,” she cried, hastily wiping the tears from her face.  Sebastian frowned, “t-they cornered me…”

“Who did, baby?”

But Sebastian didn’t have to ask.  He knew the answer even before she said it. 

“B-Bobby and his friends…the Rhos…”

“Tell me what happened baby…” Sebastian sighed, his hands reassuringly reaching up to cup her face so that he could stroke her cheeks, “we have to use our words…remember.”

The books thudded heavily against the cherry desk.  Alana jumped, seeing none other than her ex-boyfriend take a seat in front of her.  She went to push herself out of her chair and was quickly encircled by more of the Rho boys.  Looking around the library, she realized getting help would be a wasted effort.

She had deliberately placed herself in the corner on the second floor as to not be bothered.  Suddenly she regretted telling Sebastian that she needed some time alone; and that she’d hung up after agreeing that she’d call him when she finished studying. She hadn’t expected that to come back around and bite her in the ass.

Bobby glared at her, long and hard.  His gaze was unforgiving and shot sparks up her spine, “I know, Alana.”

It felt like her stomach dropped to the floor as Bobby gave her an all too knowing look.  Her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt like she was going to have a panic attack as she looked around at his friends; all of them wearing solemn, angry looks.  

“Bobb-“

“Don’t you dare fucking get rid of it,” he growled angrily, “that’s my cub in you…and I’ll be damned if you go and get rid of it because you’re fucking that mutt now.”

“I-I’m not sleeping with anyone, Bobby.”

“No?” he scoffed, “you just sucking his dick for better grades then, sweetheart?  Because you’re around him an awful lot for just some extra tutoring sessions.  Word on the campus is that he cancelled his classes the other week because of you…because he saw the tape…sure he didn’t come sniffing around after what’s mine?  Sure he wasn’t just looking for something more than a little kiss from you?”

“Y-you broke up with me, Bobby…” she muttered softly, not wanting to look the alpha in the eyes, “Sebastian was being nice.  The Sigmas were being nice to me.  All you’ve done is be a dick to me.”

Bobby’s hand slammed down on the table and Alana jumped.  His friends behind her chuckled at her jumpiness, “the mother of my cub isn’t going to speak to me like that…so cut your language out right now, you little fucking whore and learn some fucking respect.”

“I’m carrying your cub,” she answered all too quickly before nibbling on her bottom lip, “how much of a whore am I, Bobby?  You took my virginity…you-you drugged me.”

“I didn’t do anything other than knot a needy little cunt,” he growled, leaning dangerously close to her so that he crossed the table.  His nose was nearly touching hers.  She went to stand up, and this time one of his friends pushed her back into her seat.  Bobby raised his brow at the pudgy alpha, “come on Bodecker…be gentle…that’s the mother of my cub for christs sakes.”

“Didn’t hurt your cub none,” he chuckled, removing his hands from her, “she’s just skittish…keeping her in place.  Makin’ sure she don’t go runnin’ off on ya.”

Bobby rolled his eyes at his friend, his attention turning back to Alana.  He reached forward and took her hands, as though he wasn’t just trying to intimidate her a few moments ago, “come on baby, look happy.  We’re going to have a baby…you’re going to give birth to my cub…aren’t you excited?”

“You raped me, Bobby.”

“Some pretty strong accusations, sweetheart,” Curtis said from beside Lee.  He pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.  Her heart was racing as the large, intimidating alpha seemed to tower over her.  She frowned, seeing a mark on his neck.  He caught her looking at it and he smiled, “I’m not all big and bad, sweetheart.  I’ve got a cute little mate…she knows her place though…Bobby here just wants you to know your place…that’s all…you’re gonna have his cub, right?  That’s all Bobby’s worried about…don’t want you going off and killing the start of his pack.”

“I-I’m not aborting the baby…”

“Good girl,” Curtis cooed, lightly tapping her cheek.  She sneered at him, and he chuckled, turning his attention back to Bobby, “see…you’re little slut is still loyal to you, even after fucking around with that professor dick…she’s not going to kill your cub, Bobby.”

“But I also don’t want you to have anything to do with it.”

Bobby’s eyes shot to hers, his smirk falling away from his face, “what the fuck are you talking about, Alana?”

“I-you’re not going to be involved in the baby’s life.”

“Well who the fuck died and decided that?” he growled as he turned his full attention back towards her, “because it sure as fuck wasn’t me-“

“Bobby-“

“NO Curtis,” Bobby growled, cutting the other man off.  He slammed his palms flat on the table and leaned forward again, closing the distance between them, “this little fucking slut lied to me and said that she was on birth control, and we had sex��now she’s claiming that I raped her and that I am not going to allowed to be near my pup.  That’s fucking bullshit, Alana.  I’m trying to do the right fucking thing and not be a deadbeat dad.  Fuck you, you fucking whore!  You can’t keep my cub away from me.”

Alana felt the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, “I was on birth control…and you did rape me, Bobby.  L-leave me alone.”

“Fuck you.”

“I-I’ll report you-“

“Yeah, and I’ll fucking take you to court,” he growled angrily, “you’re a human who doesn’t know shit about shifter babies…who do you think a shifter judge will give custody to?  Some clueless slut, or a shifter with an entire pack behind him?  Barber’s done plenty of intern hours at the law firm…I’ve got the best lawyers on shifter laws in the country on my side…all you have is that sad professor dick you’ve been cozying up to.”

“We’re going to report this,” Sebastian said confidently, “and we’re going to move you out of the dorms.  You’re going to be staying with me from now on, Alana.”

“Sebas-“

“No,” he said firmly, his hands cupping her cheeks.  He licked his lips and looked deep into her eyes, “I understand that you’re a human, and you may not feel the same way that I do, or at the very least the same connection, but I know that you are my mate.  And that fucking idiot and his goon squad are done intimidating you.  They want to play hard-ball, well that’s what we’re going to do.”

“S-Sebastian…”

“I’m sorry, but a good alpha wouldn’t just sit idly by,” he sighed, shaking his head, “I know that you don’t like shifters that much and you definitely don’t like how we work, but this is all but hard-wired into me, Alana.  I can’t let him do this to you.  It’s not right.”

“Sebas-“

“I love you, okay,” he blurted out, his hands reaching for her own.  He sighed again, remaining kneeling between her legs while he confessed his feelings, “I love everything about you.  Everything! All the little things you do.  The way that you correct me in class.  The way that you scrunch your nose when you’re about to sneeze.  The way that you just open up with me and treat me so well. The way that your lips felt against mine when we kissed.  I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since the day that it happened.  I am completely and undeniably in love with you, Alana.  And I’m not going to let that fucking prick do this to you…I’m going to take care of you, baby.  And that cub inside of you, even though it’s not mine…because that’s what a good alpha does.  He cares for his mate!  And you’re my mate, Alana.”

“I uh-I just wanted to say that I trust you,” she said quietly, giving his hands a small squeeze, “and that while I may not know what’s going on…I think I love you too, Sebastian.”

“Hey…you okay?”

Tom looked up from the table where he was grading some papers.  Emily was leaning against the archway that led from the kitchen to the dining room, watching him.  He nodded, “yeah.”

She frowned, feeling the sadness across the bond, “Tom…you know I can feel it too.”

Tom frowned, mirroring his mate’s reaction, “I’m sorry love, I-“

“You’re depressed,” she sighed, “I-I’ve noticed that ever since I got pulled out of your class you seem to have a little less pep in your step.”

Tom sighed and she crossed the floor towards her mate and gently sat on his lap.  Tom nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the fine baby hairs at the base of it, “I just miss you, is all.  I loved getting to see you in class.  Yes, I get to see you all the time now, but you challenged me and you’re so witty.  You push me to be a better professor and I love that, Emily.  There was something so amazing about walking into the classroom and seeing you, my mate, sitting right there.  You’re so attentive an-”

“Okay, so you miss having me in class,” she giggled, cutting her mate off.  She pressed a firm kiss to his forehead, and he smiled, dropping the red corrections pen on the table so that he could hold onto her waist, “but it can’t be just about us…what else is in there in that big brain of yours.”

He sighed, “how do you know me so well in such a short time, mate?”

“Because I’m your mate,” she pointed out sweetly, “and when something is bothering you, I can tell.  Now, talk.”  

“I don’t want to talk about me,” he huffed, not entirely wanting to fess up about the other thing that was bothering him, “can’t we talk about you?  How are your classes going?  Do you need any help?  I can look over your assignments if y-“

“I’m doing amazing, Tom.  Smart, witty, and attentive, remember,” she said, cutting her mate off again, “now, we’re going to sit here and you’re going to talk to me about what’s bugging you.”

“We already solved that mystery, mate.”

“Tom…”

“The other day,” he sighed, his mind instantly going back to the other day.  He bit the inside of his cheek.  He knew that there was no way of getting around it, so he might as well fess up.  His resolve crumbled as he told her, “well…the other week.  When Sebastian went to the Sigma house…”

“Your old frat.”

Tom nodded, “yes, mate.  My old fraternity.  I-I had a falling out with one of my friends there.  He was actually my best friend.  But something happened during my senior year…I-I abandoned him because of it.”

“Well, what happened, Tom?”

“I’m not homophobic.”

“Okay?” she said slowly, “that’s coming out of left field.  Wh-“

“Charles, my best friend, is gay,” Tom said quickly, as he cut off his mate, “he admitted it to me very close to when I graduated.  Actually, the week before I graduated.  I just…I couldn’t handle it, so when I graduated, I made excuses any time he wanted to hang out.  I told him that I was too busy…and for the most part, I was really busy.  I was trying to lock down the job here at the university as a teaching assistant, and everything…but I mostly was uncomfortable…but it didn’t have anything to do with him.”

“No?”

“No,” he agreed, shaking his head.  His lips pursed momentarily, and he sighed heavily, “My-my younger brother, well, half brother had told me just a few weeks prior during spring break that he wanted me to come home or him come out here so that I could meet his significant other…well, I didn’t expect his significant other to be a man…it was quite a shock to our dear mother.  And it let to a horrible blow out where he sent her into a heart attack.  A literal heart attack.”

Emily gasped.  While she had, for the most part, listened to Tom tell the story without much judgement, imagining someone walking out on their mother having a heart attack was nearly too much for her.

“B-but why would he do that?”

“She called him some very nasty things,” he admitted, shaking his head.  Emily watched as tears lined Tom’s eyes and she saw the memory of his brother sitting at a bar with him.  She gasped, realizing that Tom only found out about the fight through his brother at a bar later that night.  He’d also found out about the heart attack when his younger brother told him as he downed the last of his beer, “T-tom!”

“She’s a horrible old bat,” the young man growled.  Tom frowned, looking at his younger brother, “she deserves what she gets out of life.”

“Loki-“

“No, Tom,” he grunted, “she’s never treated me well.  Always called me names and pushed me away from her…but you…she always took care of you.  You wouldn’t understand.”

“She’s our mother, Loki.”

“Not by choice,” he growled, “I’m glad the old bitch had a heart attack.”

Tom felt his heart leap into his throat as his eyes shot to his brother, “what?”

“Yeah,” Loki chuckled, holding his hand out to the bartender, signaling for another beer, “left that useless old cunt falling over in the living room.  Even with her gasping breaths she didn’t ask for an ambulance.  Just continued to tell me that she should have aborted me and that I was a useless abomination.”

“L-Loki…you left mum-“

“Oh Tom, don’t act so surprised,” the younger brother scoffed.  But Tom was already out of his seat, tossing a few pounds on the counter so that he could race out of the bar, “tell the bitch to rot in hell for me!”

“Oh, Tom…”

“Turns out a neighbor had heard the screaming and called the cops.   They had seen mum on the floor, and called for EMS,” Tom sighed, shaking his head, “by the time that I got there, police were trying to locate Loki.  Told them that he was at the pub just down the street, and I rushed over as soon as I found out what had happened.  Thankfully, hey got to mum in time, and she’s fine.  But I haven’t talked to him since, and mum is in a senior care home now…just transferred her there on this past summer break.  Went home so that we could list the house…”

“So, your friend…the one that you haven’t talked to…” she led, “you really haven’t said anything to him since all of that happened?  Does he know what happened with your brother?  Does he know that you don’t hate him because he came out to you?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “most of the guys never knew I had a little brother, “but Loki goes here too.  He’s a junior.  Full ride for a baseball scholarship.  He’s a chemistry major.  And can you believe this?  He’s an Alpha Chi Rho.”

Emily furrowed her brows, “that name sounds familiar…”

Tom frowned, “yeah…one of the guys in that frat released the video of Sebastian’s mate…”

Emily gasped, “t-the pregnant one?”

He nodded, “Yeah…”

“So, you two are both here and you haven’t talked to him since that happened?”

Tom shook his head, “I-I couldn’t.  I couldn’t talk to Charles, because I just subconsciously pushed all of it onto him.  I know that Charles didn’t have anything to do with my mother.  But my brain just connected them.  I saw Charles very much like a younger brother, so my mind just made it so that I felt angry looking at him…just as angry as when I thought about Loki…and I just haven’t talked to him since.”

“Tom,” she sighed, stroking his cheek, “T-that’s not healthy love.”

“I know,” he sighed, “but what can I do about it, huh?”

Tom stood at the door awkwardly as he waited for the door to open.  And when it did, he was met with a confused look as Ari’s brows furrowed, “Tom…”

“Hey…is Charles home?”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, opening the door so that the older alpha could slide into the room, “why do you have flowers?”

“Charles always liked daisies…”

“Well he likes dick too…but stil-“

“No!” Tom said quickly, his eyes going wide.  He blushed and shook his head, “no…I-my mate said that I should talk to him and-“

“Well this might get awkward,” Ari laughed as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “uh, Charles’ boyfriend is here and-“

“I can go!” Tom said quickly, cutting Ari off. 

“T-Tom?”  Tom’s breath caught in his throat as he heard the familiar voice of his best friend behind him.  Nervously, he turned around, seeing a sweaty Charles standing in only a pair of basketball shorts, “W-what are you doing here?”

“I-uh-“

“His mate told him to stop being a pussy and come talk to you!” Ari said, tired of the tension between the two men who had acted like brothers, “tell your boyfriend to go home or stay upstairs while you two talk.”

“We-uh…tired each other out,” he admitted bashfully, “he’s sleeping…I was coming down to grab a water…”

“Great,” Ari said, pushing the professor towards him.  Tom shuffled, nearly tripping over the carpet in the living room, before coming to a grinding halt in front of Charles, “well…get to it, you two.  You’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“Y-yeah…I’ve been alright…” Charles said slowly as he played with the cap of his water bottle, “I uh…I met someone…as you gathered from Ari…he and I have been together for about a year and a half now and it’s great…we’ve been talking about moving in together after we graduate and marking each other.”

Tom bit his lip, “that’s awesome, Charles.  So, you’re boyfriend is a shifter.”

“Yeah…he’s an alpha and a wolf…” he said thoughtfully as he picked at the label, “and half the time I’m lucky to get him to keep his clothes on…it’s like he lives to be naked…is that a wolf thing?”

“Sometimes…it depends on the person…he might just be a person who enjoys being naked,” Tom shrugged, not entirely feeling comfortable talking about his best friend having a relationship with another man, “so long as you’re happy…th-that’s what matters.”

“Thanks Tom,” Charles smiled, biting the inside of his cheek, “you know…after you walked away, I was really alone…and I felt kind of abandoned…it took a while for me to tell the guys that I was gay because I was afraid that they would reject me like you did.  I thought if I came out then they’d kick me out of the house.”

“I-I didn’t reject you,” Tom stuttered, feeling more vulnerable, “I just-before you came out to me, my brother came out to me…and he’d done some pretty horrible things…I didn’t hate you for being gay.  I don’t hate you…I just…everything was happening at once to me…and I just kind of ran.”

“I-I didn’t know that you had a brother,” Charles frowned, “but Tom…we were best friends.  You could have talked to me about anything.  I would have been in your corner…but you weren’t in mine.  Your brother…you really didn’t mind that he was gay?  You were okay with it?”  

“Yeah,” he sighed, “and while I was accepting, it started a big fight between him and my mum.  They both told me to go to the pub and they’d hash it out…but when he had shown up, he led me to think that everything was fine…only to tell me that he caused my mum to have a heart attack.”

Charles eyes went wide, and Tom could see shock written across his face, “oh my god…”

“And that’s not even the worst part,” Tom admitted as he nervously looked to his best friend, “he left her to die…but one of the neighbors heard the screaming and called the cops and EMS…and I just…I don’t know.  I was still processing all of that by the time I came home, and you’d told me…and I had always seen you as a little brother, so when you admitted that you were gay, I just automatically saw him.  And that wasn’t fair to you…”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah,” Tom sighed heavily.  He was shaking his head as he picked at the stems of the flowers.  His best friend looked like he had gone completely devoid of color as he watched him, “a-are you okay, Charles?”

“Tom, I-I need to tell you something,” Charles said quickly.  Tom frowned and furrowed his brows.  He could hear the nervousness in his friend’s voice, “I-my boyfriend.  My mat-“

“There you are baby!”

Tom froze as the lithe alpha wolf sauntered out of the house in just his boxers.  He walked straight up to Charles and wrapped his arm around him, sitting on his lap, before pulling him into a passionate kiss.  Charles didn’t react. 

Tom felt like his blood was boiling as the alpha pulled away from his best friend.

“T-Tom I didn’t know.”

“Tom?” he asked.  The young alpha cocked his brow as he looked at his boyfriend, before his gaze shifted to his older half-brother.  He gave a light warning growl from his boyfriend’s lap, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I think the better question is what are you doing here, Loki?”

“I’m spending time with my significant other,” he growled, the warning tone completely gone as the younger alpha glared at his brother, “now what the fuck are you doing here and talking to him?”

“Baby,” Charles said nervously as his hand caressed his boyfriend’s thigh, “remember how I told you about my best friend…the one that stopped talking to me after he graduated…”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” Loki groaned, “you’re the one that ditched my mate?”

“I didn’t ditch him, Loki.”

“Yes you did,” Loki hissed, “you left him in such a state…when I found him, he was nearly withered away with depression…I should kick your ass for hurting my mate like that.”

“Well it’s your fault, Loki,” Tom growled, “I pushed all the anger I had for you onto him…”

“Guys…”Charles said nervously, “Ple-“

“No, Charles,” Loki said defiantly, “you always told me that he hurt you by abandoning you…he needs to know how much he hurt you.  How depressed he left you…baby, you tried to commit suicide…he almost robbed me of my mate.”

Tom felt his stomach drop, “C-Charles…you almost committed suicide?”

Charles looked away, embarrassed that had been brought up, especially when Tom was obviously trying to reconnect with him, “Y-yes…I thought you hated me because I was gay…I felt so alienated, and I was afraid…Loki found me by the lake after I’d downed a bottle of pills…”

“Charles.”

“Surprise.” Loki said unenthusiastically as he glared at his half-brother, “I hope you’re happy, Tom…I almost lost out on my mate, my husband, because you were pissed at me.  Becau-“

“D-did you just say husband?” Tom asked, cutting his younger brother off. 

Loki and Charles looked away from one another, both extremely embarrassed from the slip up.

“Loki…Charles?”

“We secretly got married over the summer,” Charles admitted.  Neither one of the men could look at Tom as he spoke, “we’re telling everyone we’re still dating because we don’t want to get kicked out of the houses…once we graduate we’re getting a house and marking each other, but I didn’t want to wait that long without knowing that he’s all mine, and I’m all his…”

“Surprise!” Loki said nervously, “Charles is your brother-in-law.”

“CHRIS!”  Chris smiled, as the younger alpha wrapped his arms around you, “how you doing, Frat dad?”

“Hey Curtis…how you been, kid.”

“Come in!” the alpha boomed, a giant grin on his face, “What are you doing here?  None of the guys were being pain in the asses were they?  You come over to crack some skulls because someone skipped classes?”

Chris gave a half smile, a little upset over knowing that their civility was going to be over in a few minutes.  Curtis noticed the stoic attitude of the older alpha and his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong, Chris?”

“A few things,” he admitted slowly, “first off…someone is messing with my mates.”

“Mates?” Curtis grinned, “as in plural?  Well look at you, getting off lucky with double the pussy.”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, “Nat…who I’m sure you remember…and a freshman…”

“You dog,” Curtis grinned, launching a well-aimed punch at the alpha’s shoulder.  Chris gave a half chuckle and Curtis frowned again, remembering the previous statement, “you said someone’s fucking with them?  Need back up, big brother?  Coming home to get some reinforcements?”

“Actually, that’s just it…turns out that the little fucker who’s been harassing them is a potential brother,” Chris said delicately.  He watched Curtis nod and bite his lip, “Listen…I know typically we don’t get involved in mate affairs-“

“If someone was harassing my mate, I’d murder them…” Curtis admitted, showing his neck to his older brother.  Chris gave him a half smile, noticing that he’d had a mating mark, “brother or not.”

Chris took a deep breath and smiled, tapping Curtis’ arm, “Congratulations little brother.  When did it happen?  Who’s the lucky little omega that’s stuck with you for life?”

Curtis chuckled, “hey…she chose me…I’ve got the scratches to prove it.”

“Scratches?”

“She’s a tigress,” he admitted bashfully, lifting his shirt enough so that Chris could see the numerous scratches, and some deeper faded scars.  That’s when Chris noticed he had similar markings and teeth marks on his arms as well, “and for a little thing like her, she’s a handful.”

“Jesus, Curtis, looks like she mauled you.”

“Right?” he asked.  But he shook his head, “I’m serious though…you know, before this year I wouldn’t have given a damn, but we need to protect our mates…I understand that now that I am there.  What’s the pledges name?”

“I know it begins with a C…he’s a jaguar,” Chris said half unsure of himself, “Chance or C-“

“Chase,” Curtis nodded solemnly, “yeah…he’s a piece of work.  Kemp took a special liking to him after he bragged about having complete control over his exes love life…omega wolf…made her stab herself when he found out she was cheating on him with a woman.”

“Nat.”

“Shit…so Nat found her first?”

Chris nodded, “yeah…this needs to end…now.”

“I understand brother,” Curtis said firmly.  He turned around and looked in the dining room, “Kemp, where the fuck is Chase.”

“COLLINS!” Steve yelled, “GET THE FUCK IN HERE, PLEDGE!”

A smug looking kid ran in a few seconds later, whipped cream all over his chest, “ yes, brother Kemp?”

“The fuck do you look like that for?”

“B-Brothers Barnes and Storm has me and some of the other pledges outside.  The alpha girls want-“

“You know what…I don’t give a fuck,” Curtis said, shaking his head, “Sit down.”

Kemp raised his brow, “you want me to leave, Curtis?”

“No,” Curtis said firmly, “you’ve taken Collins under your wing…so what’s said today is what I’m going to hold you, personally accountable for.  Pledge Collins, do you recognize this alpha?”

Chase’s attention turned towards Chris, and he frowned, “yeah…I do.  He’s one of the music professors.  And the alpha my dyke slut of an ex is cozying up to so she can get some clout in the music department.”

Chris growled, glaring at Chase.

“Chase…are you disrespecting a big brother and his mate?”

“That little whore isn’t his mate,” Chase growled defiantly, “she’s just rejecting the idea of a good alpha to keep her in line so she can get some clout. She did the same thing when she cheated on me with that fucking dyke.”

“Ch-“

But Chris had cut Curtis off when he rushed the young alpha, wrapping his arms around his throat, “I’m going to tell you this one time only, you little fucking weasel.  If you continue to come after my mates, it’s going to become personal.  And you won’t like it when you don’t have them protecting you.  You thought you were tough making an omega stab herself over you…I’ll fucking gut you and watch you bleed out.”

Chase smirked, the smugness of his expression not leaving even after the position Chris held him in, “Professor Evans, are you threatening a student?”

“I’m threatening a little-dicked punk who’s taking it upon himself to come after my mates,” Chris growled in a low warning tone, “professor or not, you almost took one of my mates away from me before I even met her, so the way that I look at it, the way they’ll see it, you owe me one.”

“Owe you one?”

Curtis frowned, knowing where it was going, “Chris…”

“Oh, no Curtis,” Chris smirked, “you’re my little frat brother…and you guys have taken on this fuck-head.  Doesn’t matter whether you know about his past or not, I’m holding you accountable for it.  He came after my mates…he left a dead animal in her cubby for everyone to see.  He’s been stalking her.  Been stalking me.  And you can’t get rid of him because of it…because then, I’ll end him, and then I’ll come after you.”

“Chris…”

“You said a few minutes ago that brother or not if someone came after your mate, you’d end them…well guess what…you learned that behavior from someone…and it wasn’t that shithole town you came from.”

Curtis’ jaw clenched and Chris smirked. 

“You’ll leave Chris’ mate alone…understood?” Curtis asked.  Chase nodded. 

Chris smiled, releasing the younger alpha.  His eyes flickered between Curtis, Chase, and Steve, “now…I got something I need to talk to you about…privately.”

Curtis licked his lips and nodded his head towards the stairs.  The two men walked up to Curtis’ room, and he shut the door behind them.  Adriana shot up in the bed, and Curtis held his hand out, “it’s okay baby…just had to talk to an alumni…”

“I can g-“

“Stay,” he told her softly.  It was an alpha command, but she didn’t seem to mind it as she pulled the blankets up so that they were covering her naked form, “what now, Chris.”

“I’m going to call in my favor,” Chris said quickly, eyes darting to the young omega, “sure you don’t want your little mate to leave?”

“She’s bonded to me, Chris…she knows everything about me.”

“Well then, while we’re on the topic of mate’s being harassed, I’m going to tell you now that Bobby’s shit with Sebastian and his mate stops too!”

“I’m not in-“

“It’s drawing too much negative attention to the house, and you know it,” Chris pointed out, “now, I let it go on unnoticed for too long and so has Beck.  We already talked about it and agreed it’s too much, and we can’t protect you fucking idiots…not when he’s doing that…and Barnes is openly having the pledges stalk someone.  And that pledge is harassing my mate…and don’t think I haven’t heard about you having Laufeyson going over to the Sigma house more to spend time with his boyfriend to check on your mate’s sister.”

Adriana sat up straight in the bed at the mention of her sister, “you’ve been having someone spy on my sister?”

“You were worried about her baby,” Curtis frowned, looking at her, “I wanted to make sure she was okay for you.”

“Too.  Much.  Attention!” Chris reminded him, providing him with a firm poke to the chest with every word, “and it stops now.  At least that pledge with my mate, and Pronge leaves Sebastian’s mate alone.  I don’t give a fuck about the other shit.  It’s little in comparison.  But that fucking video put the house in a crosshairs.”

“Can’t do that, brother,” Curtis said, shaking his head, “that human is pregnant with his kid…he’s not going to let that go.”

“Oh, he will, Curtis,” Chris said crossing his arms, “or I’ll personally make sure that this fraternity gets burned to the ground, with you, Bodecker, and him inside.”

Curtis’ jaw ticked, “you threatening me, Chris?”

“I’m telling you,”He said firmly, “end it…or I end you three.”

“Be a shame for you to take Lee down,” Curtis chuckled shaking his head, “he isn’t aware of it.  Could be a powerful ally for you in the future if he keeps working his way up the ladder at the station.”

Chris narrowed his eyes, “he doesn’t know about Bobby?”

Curtis shook his head, unwilling to take his den brother and best friend down with him, should things go sideways, “No.  I left Lee out on purpose…you don’t take a den brother down over something like that.”

“Well then…that just makes this way worse for you.”

“If you try to take me down, it’ll destroy you too, Chris.”

“I know,” he shrugged, “but the frat doesn’t really mean shit to me anymore…only one I still keep in touch with is Thor…and he’s a journalist…know he’d love to get his hands on a juicy story like that.”

“This isn’t funny, Evans.”

“It’s not meant to be, Curtis,” Chris informed him, “so you are going to tell Bobby to cut it out with that human…and you’re going to make sure that Collins leaves my mates alone, or I’ll blow the story wide open…and no one will make it out alive.”

“Fine,” Curtis growled, glaring at Chris, “now get the fuck out of my house, Chris.  And don’t fucking come back.”

Chapter 10

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[babybluebex]

hey bestie could you do a tom holland x reader where their at the oscars?

of course!! i love how this turned out (and in like so little time? oowee i wish i wrote this fast normally hehe)

nominee [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 1.3k ➽ summary: you have big news for your boyfriend after he wins best actor at the oscars.   ➽ warnings: explicit language, pregnancy ➽ a/n: i am manifesting so hard... masterlist/taglist in bio!

The auditorium was buzzing with conversations at every corner, and you could only look around you and stare. You were surrounded by so many people that you had idolized for years-- and Harrison and Harry and Sam, you supposed-- and it felt surreal to even be here at all. The Academy Awards were a big deal, especially to your boyfriend and his friends, and you could feel Tom shaking with excitement. You still remember when the nominees were announced: Tom had careened through the house, yelling incomprehensibly until he landed on the bed where you were still very much asleep. “The fuck do you want?” you had mumbled, and Tom had grabbed your face and kissed your head. “You’re looking at Best Actor nominee,” Tom had said, and you were awake and yelling with him. 

You looked to Tom to see him leaning forward to talk to Harrison over Harry, and you laid a gentle hand on his knee. Your touch made him pause his conversation, and he looked to you with pure excitement in his brown eyes. 

“Thank you for coming,” Tom whispered. He took your hand and raised it to his lips, and he kissed your knuckles. “It means so much to me, baby.” 

“Did you think I would miss this?” you laughed. “The Oscars, Tommy! If nothing else, I get to hang out with Ciara!” At the mention of her name, Ciara tuned into your conversation, her earrings swaying, and she smiled widely. “But, really, babe. I’m so incredibly proud of you, in a way that words just can’t express.”

“Yeah, Tommy,” Ciara grinned. “You’ve done so well.”

Tom’s cheeks turned red with the praise and he smiled again, and he softly kissed your cheek. “Go give Anthony and Joe a kiss,” he told you. “They deserves it as much as I do.” 

“You’re giving me permission to kiss Joe Russo?” you laughed. “Best boyfriend ever.”

“Oh, please,” Tom scoffed. “I know that you’d leave me in a heartbeat if Joe offered.” 

You kissed Tom once more and quickly stood up, and you moved past him, Harrison, and Harry and gave Anthony Russo a quick kiss on the cheek. “Hi, Tony,” you said with a smile. “Congratulations on everything. And you too, Mr. Joe Russo!”

Joe turned to you and extended his hands, and you wrapped him a big, tight hug. “Congrats, both of you,” you said. “This movie means so much to a lot of people, man. You deserve all of the awards possible.” 

Joe pulled out of the hug and briefly kissed your cheek. “Congratulations to you, dear,” Joe told you, holding your hands tightly. You were aware of the press flashing pictures of the both of you, and you knew that tomorrow’s headlines would read Tom Holland’s Girlfriend and Joe Russo Are Our Ultimate BFF Goals or some shit equivalent. “Tom is a hell of an actor and a gentleman. I’m happy for you both.” 

You smiled and whispered, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.”

You leaned in and cupped your hand by his ear, sure that Tom was watching you. He was surprisingly good at reading lips, and you wanted to keep the surprise. “I’m pregnant,” you whispered. “And I’m going to tell Tommy tonight.” 

Joe laughed, and he said, “Your secret is safe with me, babe. Go back and give your man a big kiss; he needs it.” 

You nodded and kissed Joe once more, and you moved back to your seat. The custom Dior dress gave you a bit of a struggle, but Tom’s hands caught you and helped you settle back in the seat. You quickly put your hand on the back of Tom’s neck and kissed him, and Tom laughed before kissing back. “Kiss for the cameras, huh?” he asked. 

“No,” you said. “Just for you. You know that, if it was for the cameras, it would be a lot more than that.” You took Tom’s hand and held it tightly as the lights dimmed back down, signaling the return from commercial break. Tom’s foot was shaking as it usually did when he was nervous, and you laid a gentle hand on his thigh. It was flattering to know that even your gentlest touch helped soothe Tom, and he let out a heavy breath. 

“And the nominees for Best Actor are… Tom Holland, Cherry!” There was raucous applause as clips from the movie played on screens all around the auditorium, and Tom’s smile was a mile wide. The other nominees were announced, but you hardly paid attention. You knew Tom was going to win. You just knew it. 

“And the winner is… Tom Holland, Cherry!”

Harrison and Harry were yelling like typical boys and slapping Tom on the back as he edged out of the aisle to accept his award, and Ciara grabbed your hand in excitement. “I told him!” she exclaimed. “I told him that he’d win, and he didn’t believe me!” 

Tom glowed underneath the stage lights, and you smiled as you watched him fiddle with his pockets. Dom and Nikki had twisted his arm last minute and convinced him to write an acceptance speech, and you could tell that he was thankful for it. “Oh, wowie,” Tom said, and you laughed at your goofy man. “This is amazing. Umm, big thanks to the Russo brothers for directing this movie and helping me perfect this performance. It’s such an important story to tell and I only hope that I did a good job. I guess I did. Hell… Thanks to Ciara Bravo, the best co-star anyone could ask for, and my brothers and parents for standing behind me the whole way, and-and, who else? Oh, God, they’re flashing the light at me-- Y/N! Thank you, baby, I love you so much, thank you for tolerating me whining about the heat and my itchy haircut and-and everything, I love you to pieces.” 

Tom hugged you so tightly that he lifted you off the ground, and you saw tears in his eyes. “Are you crying, Best Actor?” you giggled, wiping his tears from his cheeks. 

“Marry me,” Tom said quickly. 

“What?” you asked, even though you had heard every word he said. “Marry you? Tommy, really?” 

“Fuck, I never wanna live another day without you,” Tom said, his hands tight on your waist. “Wait, the ring… Shit! Dad has the ring! Harry, doesn’t Dad have--” 

“Tommy,” you said quickly, putting your hand on Tom’s face and directing his erratic attention back to you. “You’re gonna be a dad.”

Tom blinked. He didn’t seem like he fully grasped what you had said. “I…” He said finally and swallowed heavily. “I am? Me?”

“Yes,” you laughed, your heart racing a mile a minute. “You, baby.” 

“You-You’re--” Tom stuttered, and he raked his fingers through his gelled hair. “I am!”

“Yes,” you nodded quickly. 

“You’re what, mate?” Harrison asked, leaning over to speak to Tom, and Tom let out a gleeful, almost maniacal, laugh. “Y/N--” Tom began and laughed again. 

Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to say the words for a moment, you turned to Harrison. “I told him that I’m pregnant,” you said, earning you another laugh from Tom. “And I think I broke him, to be honest.” 

“Joe! Anthony!” Tom called. “I’m gonna-- We’re having a baby! Ciara--”

“I heard,” Ciara said, hugging you around your waist. “Congratulations. And what’s this I hear about an engagement?”

Tom turned back to you, as if remembering that you were the biggest factor in the baby and engagement equations, and he clutched your face and kissed you. It was a deep and long kiss, one that attracted cameras, and you giggled. “Thank you,” Tom whispered. “Thank you, Y/N, thank you.”

“Well, it’s sort of your fault,” you chuckled and pecked Tom’s lips again. “Oh, really?” Tom said with a smarmy smile. “You told me that you were on the pill.” 

“I am!” you said. “I mean, I was.”

“Whatever,” Tom laughed. “One way or another, we’re having a baby. Doesn’t matter who’s fault it is.” 

“Tom!” A reporter called. “How do you feel about winning Best Actor?”

“It’s amazing,” Tom replied, still gazing at you. “But not the best news I’ve heard all night.” 

“Well, you seem happy about something,” the reporter said. “Care to share?”

“Yes, I actually do care,” Tom said, and he clutched your hand. “I won’t be sharing this for a while.”

[melody-of-lost-souls]

So I’m the anon that asked if Sakura had orphanages, thanks for the extra insight. Like I said in that ask, I had seen a lot of Sakura stans on TikTok saying that she had opened them up around the world and saying that she did it because she didn’t want other kids to end up like Naruto and Sasuke. Some said that this made up for the Sakura talking bad about Naruto being an orphan situation.

Hello! your welcome! Yeah it's from Sakura Hiden, at least in retsuden and shikamaru hiden this topic is not there. I read it very quickly -is bad written, very basic, as all the light novels are tho-

these are the fragments of the novel

--------------- "Ah, that's true." Sakura nodded as well.

At the Konoha hospital, Sakura had created a position where she was especially in charge of the mental care of children. Sakura proposed the idea to the senior officials of the hospital. Approximately two years ago, the Fourth Great Ninja World War had ended. When half a year passed after conflict, she then she presented her suggestion.

It was a great war ... Ninjas from all over gathered in an alliance to prevent the resurrection by Otsutsuki Katipoa. She was an exceedingly powerful enemy. Often they thought that they would have been drawn into the depths of despair. But nevertheless, with Naruto In the heart of the Allied Forces, they could neither break nor yield to the enemy. They had fought until the bitter end. Katipoa's aspirations were cut short.

Everyone rejoiced at the arrival of peace. The world was saved. Soon after, rebuilding began after such a large-scale battle. They were making progress by repairing damaged soil and infrastructure.

As a medical ninja, Sakura also treated a large number of injured ninja. There was also many people who suffered serious injuries. Many people visited her for treatment. Without However, all of her patients' expressions were calm and quiet. Since the war finished, it was probably because of her sense of security.

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Sakura thought incidentally:

"I wonder what the children are doing ...

She thought about it while she was in the hospital. Sakura noticed Kurenai, who was hugging her daughter. As for the children who were not directly involved in the combat, perhaps they were physically unharmed. However, what about his mental condition? Since the children did not know when the war would end, their young and tender hearts were probably stressing about your situation. Children saw countries in a state of collapse, or they knew of the death of someone close to them. Perhaps they were full of wounded in their hearts and minds.

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Due to the stress of the great war, there were children whose hearts and minds were wounded by the situation. There should be children who were suffering like those in Konoha. If that is the case, with the prepared infrastructure of the mental care clinic, and in addition to increasing its effectiveness in Konoha, then your work should be applicable to other villages. In how many for the other villas, it would be extremely useful for your children.

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―If only the Children's Mental Health Clinic and the support room could become what Naruto is for Sasuke, for other people ... "Sakura thought.

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A place where anyone could come and go as they wanted, talk about anything and everything. Yes the person was bad with words, he was good too. Then the members of the room support would try to start and lead the conversation so that something, anything, could be talked about, or just wait patiently until the other party feels like she can say something. A place like that.

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This is the Mental Hospital she WITH INO want to open for the children with mental issues regarding the horrible war. Which yeah i found it wonderful, but Sakura -maybe INo- hasnt got any kind of skill about Psychology and never even dared to care or put some emphaty towards orphans such as Naruto, Gaara or Sasuke. The only time I remember her thinking "Maybe this is how Naruto feels" is in Road to Ninja.

For example, here if you want to apply for being volunteer to take care and play with children in a orphanage, you have to be interviewed and take a psychological test. Because you are dealing with CHILDREN.

Anyway, this hospital doesnt have the "option" to adopt children or something like that so it's far from being an orphanage. And it's not across the world either. The Sakura portrayed here is the one all of her fans desire to be but isnt because her personality is far from being this kind of person.

Could she evolve? Yeah maybe sure, but with a lot of work and development. Development we didnt see here in Naruto nor in Boruto.

And i will rant with this a bit but this really fucked me up.

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Lately how are you with Hinata? Better than me, she would listen to you carefully.

-How jealous?

Sakura returned with tremendous speed and slammed her fist into Naruto's head. Sakura with an appearance of a demon looked at Naruto who now rested his face on a rock.

-Of course not! You know I decided to wait for Sasuke-kun!

-Y… Yes ma'am.

Naruto replied still lying.

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What did you decide to wait for, homegirl? Because i dont get it. He rejected you almost 5 times (not only love confessions but also your flirting advances) and you "decided to wait for him!". This basically means for me, that she is gonna force him until he "falls in love" with her, because the only thing sasuke said in 699 was "until next time" and that's a quote with the meaning itachi used to give. There wasnt next time, Sasuke went on his journey. -and this "cherry blossom" decided to chase him, and get pregnant because of course she had to get uchihas dick and crest. What do you want to wait for? Did Sasuke give any foreshadowing about coming back for your love? No.

Anyway.

[nikethestatue]

So heres the thing that i found really confusing is why the hell some people call Az bonus chapter “uncomfortable and “ toxic”. The first time i read it i mean..that Elriel scene was hot 🥵🥵but toxic?? Thats the last thing i’d think of because u know why?? It is a freaking NA book.

For me the chapter compare to any other NA books i’ve read ( lj shen, rina kent, pen. douglas) is sooo vanilla like only the cherry on top. The antis do know right that now acotar being market into NA instead of YA so darker content is expected and there will be A LOT OF SEX, THINKING ABT SEX AND AT ONE POINT WILL DO SEX!!!

We’ve seen Elriel soft moment in the four books ( truth teller, “do u want me to show u the garden”, “i’’m getting her back atc..) like their feelings towards each other does not come from nowhere. Everything Azriel’s said or think abt is the same as what Nessian did in acosf.

For me in a NA book if two characters feel lust towards each other then that is a good thing like that what makes the book NA in the first place. Sjm wants to write abt Azriel kinky fuck thats why the crumbs that he’s a freak and Elain is aroused/ not a virgin were mentioned like if they would bang right away then its not surprising for the readers *cough*offer and permission *cough*. So the argument abt Az is toxic and etc makes me assume 3 things

1. They still in the YA zone

2. Their fantasy abt Az is diff from whats written in his chapter

3. Because it is Elriel

Your thoughts??

Hi,

I think I agree with all 3 points, but I also feel that the author herself has changed--she is older now, she is writing things that are different, and despite how people feel about ACOSF, she basically devoted an entire book to someone dealing with PTSD and self-hate. That's very different from TOG or even ACOTAR. Hence her writing would be different as well, and probably not as appropriate for the YA crowd. I don't like generalizing, but the majority of what *I* have seen out there, when it comes to Gwyn adoration, are younger women--teens, early 20s. Gwyn is a typical YA character--spunky, very young, determined and 'unburdened' by female characteristics, such as a family, children, running a household, cooking, taking care of life, taking care of others. What's the most common complaint about Feyre now? She is boring. All she does is stays home and is pregnant, and why did she have a baby at 21? and now she is a MILF. Perhaps, perhaps not, but she certainly isn't the spunky, adventurous 19 year old of ACOTAR. The YA crowd loves Gwyn, and it's understandable.

Elain is a more cerebral character. You already know that she is probably not going to swing a sword, which is great. Because there is a place for characters like that. But I think that's one of the reasons for the hate -- she is 'boring'. However, I think SJM wants to write characters like these now, because with them, she can explore a variety of different ideas, even what femininity is, how a non-fighting woman can make a difference--she already began that journey with Elain in previous books. Ultimately she writes books about her version of female-empowerment and the difference all women can make. She's written like 10 books with fighting females. Yet, some of her more interesting characters are people like Yarne and Elide and even like Amarantha and Maeve, because they don't rely on the swords, but mostly their knowledge, cunning, abilities.

I think sexually, SJM is also ready to explore other avenues. I don't see her writing the same as she did 7-10 years ago. I don't see her writing scenes like earthquakes and tumbling mountains and snapping palm trees when a male character orgasms. It's a little (a lot) ridiculous, but I feel like we'll see a lot more of Cassian-like sex, than Rhys.

I feel like what disturbed some readers, especially the younger ones in the POV, is the 'realness' of the thoughts. It wasn't 'prettified' with some fanciful language (btw, like the REST OF THE BOOK). Nothing at all different between Cassian and Azriel, both think of and ponder and want sex. But I feel like people, for some reason, aren't as emotionally invested in Cassian, or maybe he was always viewed as 'lusty'. Azriel is mysterious and less obvious, but suddenly reading purely sexual thoughts from him was a wakeup call. And thoughts about the 'boring' Elain and not the girl-boss Gwyn.

I think SJM wants to explore some more unconventional, 'weirder' sexual things with Az, and I simply don't think that he'll be doing that with a character like Gwyn. Not because of Gwyn, but of who identifies with her--teens, young adults.

Listen, for all I know, it might not even be Elriel--it might not be Elain and Az (though I highly doubt it), but it wont be Az and Gwyn either. Like, Az is NOT spanking or tying up Gwyn, and again, not because of Gwyn, but because of Az. Just yesterday I read some comment about someone arguing that maybe 'Gwyn is ready sexually' and all that. And I don't argue that, though I didn't see any indication of it in the books. But the question is, is Az ready? Because it takes two to tango. And it seems like everything revolves around Gwyn and her readiness in those canons. He is never mentioned--like he is just a stud put there to penetrate. But I don't see that interest or willingness in his character for her at all.

Let's remember that 'offer and permission' came from Elain. Elain willingly slept with Graysen before marriage. Elain has been putting gentle moves on Az. SHE is ready. He is ready.

I think it's definitely an amalgamation of things, but these will not be YA books going forward. And if the POV was so controversial, then yikes, I don't think that the actual book would be palatable for some readers.

[heyitmelexie]

Pillowtalk

Max Phillips x F!Reader

Word count: 1124 Warnings: mentions of sex, self-deprecating!Max Rating: Teen and up, tooth decaying sweetness

A/N: Day 8 of the December Writing Challenge by @honeymandos​! ❤️ 

I gotta be honest, I had to google what pillowtalk exactly means. And it’s probably not 100% like proper pillowtalk??? But I hope you enjoy nonetheless! ❤️

The hot tub theory is an idea mentioned in @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa​ Max Phillips fanfiction “With Cherries On Top” (which is, hands down, one of the absolute best Max stories out there and I loved every second of it. It deadass even made me cry at 3am, the writing is so frickin’ good!). Max basically mentions that he heard of some vampire dude who had sex with his human girl in a hot tub or jacuzzi and the hot water was able to, y’know, warm him up so well he was actually able to get her pregnant!

Hope you enjoy ❤️

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You lie in bed, head on Max’ chest while he gently draws circles on your shoulder with his fingertips.

Your eyes are closed and a hazy, satisfied smile plays on your lips. When Max makes love to you it feels like the world around you just stops.

The rough sex is amazing, but slow, affectionate sex is even more intense. Especially with his stamina.

The two of you had just spent the last three hours touching, kissing and making each other feel good. You are spent, sore and you feel ethereal. Floating on cloud nine because of how good he always makes you feel.

Max chuckles softly at your blissed-out expression, the sound rumbling through his chest right beneath your ear, making you shudder slightly. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head making you hum, responding with a soft kiss to his chest.

For a while, you just lay there, tangled, basking in each other’s presence. You start to drift off but then Max says something that wakes you like cold water splashed into your face.

“I don’t deserve you.”

Turning your head, you look up at him with a frown.

“Why do you say that? That’s not true.” You cup his jaw with your hand. But he just gives you a sad smile and turns to kiss your palm, then your wrist.

“I love you, but I always wonder how you can love me back. I have no soul. I can’t even give you my heart because it’s dead. We can’t have children. I can’t take you to the beach, we can’t vacate in warm and sunny regions. Our home is dark and cold because I can’t let any sunlight in. You will never be able to listen to my heart beating for you, will never be able to feel my pulse under your fingers. I can’t even cry although I want to, so often. If I turn you, you will outlive all of your family and friends, seeing them die while you stay young forever. I can’t do this to you…”

You sit up and straddle his waist. Reaching out, you take his face into your hands, gently pulling him up into a sitting position. He looks at you with puppy eyes and if he could cry right now, oh he would.

“There’s more to love than just those things, Max. You make me feel good. No, you make me feel absolutely amazing. When I’m sick you stay home to care for me until I’m healthy again. I don’t need to listen to your heart, hearing your laugh and your voice in your chest is just as intimate to me as hearing your heartbeat. You are not dead to me, you are very much alive. Just… differently” you say, making him chuckle a little. You lean forward to press a tender kiss to his lips.

“I know that if you turn me, I will see all my loved ones die but I will not be alone. I will spend eternity with you and that relieves me. You might not be a human anymore, but I don’t see that. I don’t see your supernatural form. All I can see is you. Purely you. Your emotions, the way you always take care of me, the way you love me. I don’t need sunny vacations; I prefer snowy escapes and you know that. I prefer to cuddle with you under blankets with a big mug of hot chocolate after spending the day out in the cold, having snowball fights with you, building snow people, making snow angels. I know you miss the sun, but we can try things out so that you can still go to the beach, with a parasol protecting you from the sun. We can go to outside pools that have roofs. Once you turn me, we will have all eternity to find millions of solutions for all the things you want to do but think you can’t. I won’t let you stop doing the things that bring you joy. We can make it and society evolves as well. People will start developing special items and resorts for vampires, I know they will. They kind of have to and if humans won’t do it then other vampires certainly will. Because you’re part of our society now and we gotta include you. Also, our home is not dark or cold, it’s full of love and warmth. Whenever I come home I feel safe, sheltered. And I would never have it any other way. It’s cosy and we can always light some candles or string up some fairy lights if needed. You make this home home for me. You are my home. You have my heart and I have yours, beating or not. I love you to the fucking moon and back and I will never stop loving you. I will never stop telling you how much you mean to me, will never stop feeling like a teenager freshly in love whenever I am with you. Max, there is so much more to love than just the things that seem most important. But they’re not the same for everyone. Every couples makes these things work the way that suits them best and we can do it too. You’re the only man I would ever want to spend eternity with and nothing could ever change my mind about it.”

His lips start trembling and he presses his face into your breasts, tightening his grip around you. He can’t cry but he can still feel overwhelmed by how much you love him. By how much you care for him even though he can’t give you everything you deserve.

It amazes him how easily you can push all of his worries and doubts away, instead replacing them with security and pride. He is dumbfounded by how lucky he is, having been blessed with an angel, with you.

He never thought he would ever be worth of a love like yours. And he knows you would slap him across the head if he ever said that out loud, this thought making him chuckle softly.

He lifts his head to look back up at you, you had been raking your fingers through his hair all the time.

You flash him that smile that never fails to make his knees weak and he kisses you, gently, but with an underlying passion.

For a little while you just kiss each other, both of you pouring all the love and affection into the kiss.

Suddenly, you slowly pull away, resting your forehead against his. You look him in the eyes, a mischievous little grin playing on your lips.

“You know, we could always try out the hot tub theory.”

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@absurdthirst​ @tangledlove27​

[themonotonysyndrome]

Successors to the Future

I like to get lost on Tumblr when work becomes frustrating and I was immediately inspired by the Second Wive AU from @tri3tri! 

If you’re a TW’s fan and enjoy reading yandere content, you just gotta check @tri3tri out. They’re one of the best yandere content creator for the TW fandom!

And since I’ve been playing Blazblue Centralfiction a lot lately and love badass girls, this plot bunny won’t leave me alone and so I want to add a little something to their amazing AU. 

FD/N = First daughter’s name/Renata Draconia (half-human, half dark Fae Princess. Malleus & MC’s eldest child)

SD/N = Second daughter’s name/Sherrie or Cherry Draconia (half-human, half-dark Fae Princess. Malleus & MC’s middle child)

S/S = Son’s name/Lucien Draconia (half-human, half-dark Fae Prince and the heir to the throne. Malleus & MC’s youngest child).

MC/S = MC’s surname

-

“Oh. My. God. What did you do!?”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry! I got it all under control!”

“Under control - the pasta is on fire! How the - ”

“I can fix this! ...I think?” 

“Move. You’re a human disaster, you know that? I told you to wait for me if you’re planning to cook dinner! Now the kitchen looks like an eldritch god just threw up! Mama is gonna be so sad when she gets home.” 

“I tried yelling for you, but you were too busy livestreaming Among Us to hear me! Now help me scrap the pasta off the pot while I clean the counter before Mama gets - .” 

“Sweethearts?” 

Both teenage girls yelp at the sudden voice and instantly turn around. The pot of burned pasta clattered on the dirtied floor. MC looks around her kitchen in exasperation. She was wondering why none of her children didn’t greet her as soon as she got home from work. When she heard bickering from the kitchen, she saw her daughters were frantically cleaning up the mess that was Renata attempt at cooking dinner. 

But instead of being upset over it, MC just shakes her head fondly. 

“Did you use your fire magic to cook the pasta, sweetie?” 

Renata sheepishly scratch her cheek in embarrassment. “I thought it might boil the pasta a lot faster...” 

Her younger sister gape at her admittance. MC just smiles as Sherrie proceed to lecture her older sister about using her magic to cook while Renata slowly inch closer to her so she could hide from her sister’s wrath behind their mother. 

MC will never get tired of seeing her children so comfortable and vivacious in their own home. A stark difference when they were all living at that place back then. She could still remember how Renata barely smile, barely interact with anyone that wasn’t her parents and little sister. Her Sherrie weren’t any better. Back then, she was too young to understand why the castle’s servants would whisper that the King’s daughters were imperfect because of their human halves. Why their lingering and judgemental eyes would upset her so. 

MC could bear being a pet bird living in a gilded cage, could bear Sebek’s condescending remarks, Lilia’s cruel smiles, Silver’s guilty passiveness and even Malleus’ lack of empathy. What she couldn’t bear was how her daughters were treated at the castle. They expected their Princesses to be as aloof and noble as their father, but refused to acknowledge that they were children first and foremost. Refused to accept their human side. 

And when the announcement were made public that Malleus would take a second wife to provide him a male heir at the behest of his council, MC decides that it’s time to leave. 

Especially when she saw how the news broke her eldest child. That night, she was frightened at how intense Renata hatred of her father. While she could care less about Malleus taking in another woman into the castle, MC never thought that his second marriage would be an act of betrayal to her daughter. 

At that moment, MC knew that if they were to stay in that place any longer, she would’ve lost her daughter to her own hatred. They needed to go, they needed to escape. 

And so in the dead of the night while the entire Valley of Thorns were celebrating over their king’s second marriage and superior wife, MC and her children scurried away to the only place she could think of. 

Night Raven College. 

She didn’t know when Lilia or anyone else in the castle would realise her and their princesses’ disappearance, so she begged a stunned Dire Crowley who thought she had died when no one could find her after Malleus graduated to send her home. 

The headmaster finally came through for her and her confused, distraught children. Crowley had quietly explained that he already found a way to send her back to her own world years ago. However, she disappeared before he could tell her. A quick glance at the two little girls alongside her and he couldn’t help but grimace with deep guilt.  

As atonement, Crowley hurried to grab a few books and journal that he can find about the fae court (both dark and light) and their magic. He pressed the materials into MC’s arms and explained that after she and her daughters step into the mirror, he will shatter and destroy any remaining fragments so that Malleus and his men could never find them ever again. However, MC must teach her daughters about their Fae side and how to glamour their otherworldly features from humans. 

MC tackled the headmaster in a hug with tearful eyes, grateful that he could help them. They were then ushered into the mirror and finally, finally, her nightmare was over.

Years have passed since that night. With each passing seasons and being able to explore the world without Malleus’ oppressive court, the castle servants and his retainers, her daughters flourish into amazing young girls. 

Their little brother equally so. 

As Renata try to persuade Sherrie to allow her to use her magic to clean the kitchen up, MC asks, “By the way, where’s your brother? I’ll just order some takeaway for dinner. They should arrive soon.” As she said this, she already whips out her phone to order their food. 

“He was napping in his room.” Sherrie reply her as she wipes the stove clean. Renata grumbled under her breath as she was made to mop the floor manually.  

Mc thanked her and left the kitchen to wake her son up. Her son was the unexpected gift that they were blessed with after they crossed to her world. She didn’t expect to be pregnant, but consider how feverishly Malleus made love to her as his way to console her that the other woman and his second marriage would mean nothing to him and that she would still be the only woman he truly loves, MC really should have known.  

It was so difficult to hide her joy that with the presence of a second wife, it would mean that Malleus would focus more on the other woman. Which meant Lilia would also need to make sure that she would learn all the proper court etiquette and Silver and Sebek would need to arrange the proper security for her as Malleus’ concubine. 

The arrival of her son was unexpected, but dearly welcome by her and his older sisters. Although MC was not able to give her daughters the childhood that they should have, she made sure that her son - Lucien - was raised in an environment that allowed him to be a normal child. 

Well, as normal as a half human and half fae could be. 

Shaking the lump underneath the thick duvet, she receives a tired groan. 

“Wake up, dear. Go freshen up. We’re having dinner in a little while.”  

Worming his way out of the duvet, Lucien poke his head out and smile blearily at her. “Welcome home, Mama...” 

MC pressed a quick peck on his forehead before ruffling his dishevelled hair. Her son looks so much like Malleus except he inherited her eyes and soft heart. While her oldest daughter is a carbon copy of Malleus and her second daughter looks exactly like her but with Malleus’ green eyes. 

She’s so happy that she can provide her children that life that they deserve. 

Dinner that night was as lively as usual. Renata was still riding high from her sweet sixteen birthday party that they just had last two days ago. It was quite a celebration and it ended with the revelation of her Unique Magic. Since it was a warm Summer evening, the small family enjoy their meal at the garden outside. 

“ - we should totally play Among Us together! Including you, Mama! I think you’d love it!” Sherrie gushes after she pushes her glass of water away.

Renata gasped as if affronted. “Are you trying to tear this family apart!? The moment we suspect someone is the imposter, it’s anarchy unleash!” 

Sherrie rolled her eyes at her oldest sister need for the dramatics. “Oh please, you live for the anarchy. You’re the one who started the fire when we played last time.” 

Lucien winced as he recalled their last gameplay. “It was a mess. Everyone couldn’t stop accusing one another. My classmates even swore they wouldn’t dare to play with you ever again.” 

MC smiles to herself as her children chatted with one another. It always warms her heart to see how close the siblings are to one another. From the stoic and hateful little girl, Renata had grown to be a playful and brilliant young woman. Brilliant in terms of magic. Even from a young age, Renata could control her elemental magic well. MC still remembered how wide she would smile whenever Malleus praises her during their training. After coming to this world, she continued to mastered her magic with the helps of the materials that Crowley provided them. By the age of 14 years old, MC realised that her creativity had led her to combine her elemental magic into an arsenals of powerful spells. 

They decide to celebrate her newfound skills out to dinner. 

And with the recent discovery of her Unique Magic - Observer - their family is aware that Renata has been experimenting with it almost every day. 

“Oh yeah, uh, Mama?” Renata suddenly broke MC from her train of thought. Beside her, Sherrie and Lucien are comparing their two favourite games.  

“Yes, dear?” 

“Umm... Last night I Observed myself and something came up.” Renata began to explain and she started to fidget in her seat. 

MC grows concern over her daughter’s hesitant expression. 

“What is it dear? Is something wrong with your Unique Magic?” 

“No, no, everything’s fine! It’s just that, well, so you know my Unique Magic give me the ability to observe my possibilities, right? Well, 99% of my possibilities shows that I’m going to participate in Night Raven College’s entrance ceremony soon.” Renata explains. 

“Say what?” Sherrie suddenly intervene, eyes wide in surprise. Their own conversation paused. 

MC could feel her blood froze at her daughter’s words. Suddenly, she no longer has any appetite for dinner. 

“Night Raven College?” Lucien asked, confused at the sudden tension in the air. “I remember Mama said she studied at a place call Night Raven College.” 

MC wanted to spare her son what she and her daughters had been through in Twisted Wonderland. But at the same time, she didn’t want to hide their past from him. So he told her all about Twisted Wonderland and Night Raven College. Of the good friends she made during her time at the school. About all sorts of shenanigans they got themselves into.  

About a dark fae that she could see herself falling in love with at the beginning of their friendship, but that became a distant dream when Malleus let his fear of her mortality and his selfish, draconic desire to hoard her all to himself overwhelmed him. 

No matter how much she tried to pleaded with him, reasoned with him, Malleus refused to yield. He threatened to harm her friends should she ever think of anyone other than him and gave her all the luxury in a world while locking her up in castle full with creatures who believe they’re superior to humans. 

Lucien was stricken when she told him everything. In the end, all MC could do was smile sadly and told him that while Malleus might have love her and his children, in the end, it doesn’t mean anything when he allow his own council to dictate that Renata was not suitable to become his heiress just because she’s a girl. 

In the dead of the night when Renata couldn’t sleep after they settled down in this world, she went to MC and with tearful eyes yet resolute face, her daughter informed her that she never wanted to be Malleus’ heiress. Having a taste of freedom, everything that this world has to offer to her and the loving support of her family, Renata knew she could be so, so much more than a mere Queen to a backwater country and its people. 

And so the thought of her going back to Twisted Wonderland - where Malleus would no doubt still be searching for them - scares MC. 

“Is there a way to prevent it?” MC quietly asks, though in her heart, she knows the answer to her own question. 

Renata regretfully shake her head. “I can’t make the 1% where I don’t go back to Twisted Wonderland into a reality.” 

“And why not?” Sherrie demanded. 

“Because in that possibility, I’ll die here from Overblotting.” Renata dryly reply. 

That’s the drawback of her daughter’s Unique Magic. While she could observe her every possibilities and acknowledge one and turn it into a reality, Renata can only see hers and not other people’s. Not only that, she cannot changed the many paths that had been laid in front of her. She can only observe and choose. Not altered.  

Both Sherrie and Lucien flinch. MC shove the image of her daughter dying as a monster into the back of her mind. Renata lowered her head slightly. 

“I... I don’t want to go back there.” Renata whispers. “I want to stay here. All my friends are here.” She raises her head when MC hold her hand and squeeze it comfortingly. 

She needs to be strong for her children. Being a single mother wasn’t easy. They used to live with her parents and they were pillars of endless support to MC and her children. They didn’t turned her away when she appeared out of nowhere after months of disappearance with two horned children in tow. Instead, they helped raised and care for her children when she’s out working under long corporate hours. 

The kids adore their grandparents and were heartbroken when they passed away.      

But by that time, MC was financially secure to move her family into a new house and support her little family all on her own. She understood what it meant to be strong for her children and she will continue to be just as strong. 

So with a sigh, MC narrowed her eyes and said, “If we can’t change the outcome, then we will do out best to prepare for everything that will stand in your way, Renata.” All three of her precious children jerk their heads towards her. She press on, “Each one of you posses your own strength; and I don’t mean magical capabilities. Your oldest sister’s greatest strength is her creativity when it comes to magic, Sherrie possess an intelligent mind for planning and strategising and you, my son, I’ve seen how big your heart is. You understands that compassion isn’t a weakness and that’s something the faes from the Valley of Thorns can never understand.” 

Sherrie interrupt her speech with an abashed expression. “Uh, I don’t think me playing Total War: Rome II counts as a mastermind, Mama.” She sheepishly said. 

Her attempt at the joke lessen the heavy mood a little when Lucien giggle and Renata crack a smile. It’s amazing to see how much her children have grown. 

MC playfully roll her eyes. “Be that as it may, what I’m trying to say was that we can help Renata survive in Twisted Wonderland by doing our damn best to prepare her.” 

Renata nodded eagerly while Sherrie and Lucien cheer. 

And so MC clap her hands once and her children sat straight. “Let’s turn this into a family project. Now, sweetheart, do you know when the Ebony Carriage will pick you up?” 

“Hang on, lemme check again...” Renata’s scleras suddenly tinted black and her green eyes glow brightly as she activates her Unique Magic. While she Observe all her possibilities, SD/N left the table to fetch her tablet while MC explains a bit more what being a student of Night Raven College would mean for Renata. After Sherrie sat back down at the table, Renata blink and her eyes return to normal. “I’ll be at the entrance ceremony two weeks from today. The headmaster is going to be so shocked when he sees me.” 

MC hums. “Two weeks... we can work with two weeks. We need to prepare a countermeasure when it comes to your father. Words will surely spread that someone that looks like him is attending Night Raven College.” 

“I can Observe further ahead what he will do once he realised that I’m there.” Renata said and furrowed her eyebrows, contemplating. “I need to test my magic against other people so I can see if I’m able to fight him or not.” 

“Actually, I think I might have an idea on how to handle that.” Sherrie intervene. She’s holding a stylus pen and is scribbling something furiously on her tablet. Lucien crane his neck to see what his sister is writing, only to tilt his head in confusion. 

As the family continue to brainstorm into late in the evening, MC silently swore to herself that she won’t leave her daughter all alone to defend herself in Twisted Wonderland. She doesn’t know how, but she will be there with her and still keep her children safe. 

And then, the fateful day arrives. 

-

“Next student, please come forth!” 

“State thy name.”

“Renata MC/S...” 

She said nothing when she heard Headmaster Crowley gasped beside her. “You - how!?

The Mirror of Darkness ignores him. “You were born with a different name, but live proudly under your mother’s legacy.” 

“Damn right.” Renata smirks. “I’m my mother’s daughter first and foremost. I’ll continue to live as free as her.” 

“Such conviction. You possess a deep desire to protect your loved ones which is both admirable and ambitious with the power that you were gifted with. Becaue of that, the shape of thy soul is a blazing green fire and towers of thorns that serve as your shield. You belong in Diasomnia.” The Mirror of Darkness declare. 

The headmaster mutter something about fate playing a cruel joke on his once poor prefect. 

And when the current Dorm Leader of Diasomia greeted her, he took a step back when he sees her face and horns. His eyes wide with shocked and words failed him. For every Diasomnia member had seen the tapestries of their previous Dorm Leader and especially one as great and terribly powerful as Malleus Draconia. 

“Nice to meet you, senpai. My name is Renata MC/S.” She said as politely as possible. “I’ll do my best not to cause any trouble to this dorm.” 

Renata tilt her head and pretend to look confused when her Dorm Leader continue to gape at the sight of her. Whispers of her true heritage and family began to circulate among the crowd. 

At that moment, she recalled the advice given to her by her family:

“Don’t show off your spells. Ever. Lay low as much as you can. We can’t really control the rumour mill so let it travel on its own. While you’re there, gather all the intel you can about father and the current affairs in the Valley of Thorns. Anything that can be used against them. Also, you need to watch Bungou Stray Dogs with me. You can learn a thing or two from some of the characters in that anime.” Sherrie had said while showing her tablet and a messy flowchat of her plan. She tapped her stylus pen on the ‘Phase 1’ section with great importance.  

“You need to keep your cool, big sis. You like to set the things that irritate you on fire. Like that girl’s handphone after she copied your test paper.” Lucien reminded her. Renata stucked her tongue out while Sherrie laughs. 

“You need to make good friends, sweetie. Friends that can help you from the sideline. I have a list of people that might be able to help you against your father. I think it’s safe to assumed that their kids would also be attending Night Raven College too. Though some of them need to be offered a reward or be persuaded to help you first. Don’t worry, I’ll write down on how you can win them over.” MC assured her. 

With her family supporting her even from another world, confidence in her magical abilities and a plan already in motion, Renata would not let her other so-called family trapped them ever again.   

“It’s showtime...”

-

Did I really based Renata off Nine the Phantom? Hell yeah! I love her fighting style in the game. I HC that Renata is as badass as her. 

I like to continue part 2 to this oneshot next week if my workload isn’t so crazy. I’m having so much fun writing for this wonderful AU! 

[kakakakashi]

Can you do protective/jealous Shisui and Madara, like the other hcs you did?? PLEASE

I’m guessing you mean these. 

I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. Motherfuckin Uchiha. These little shits have a jealous streak a mile wide. I’m sorry this got so long. I got a little carried away. I love Shisui. Alright, let’s do this. 

*NSFW under the cut*

Shisui

I love him, guys. I really love him.

The only Uchiha I would date in real life.

Fuck, this is turning into a “Cherry loves Shisui” post.

I do love him, though.

Okay, so Shisui.

He’s a chill dude. We know this.

He is an Uchiha, though.

The man gets jealous pretty easily.

Uchiha Jealousy™ strikes again.

He hides it well, though.

At least he hides it better than the rest of the Uchiha.

If some creep is bothering you…

He’s the boyfriend who’ll sling an arm over your shoulder and ask, “Is this guy bothering you?”

He’s probably gonna also kiss your forehead, cheek, or neck depending on whoever is making him jealous.

And whoever was stupid enough to encroach on Shisui’s territory is gonna split like a banana.

They didn’t know he was your boyfriend. If they did, they’ve definitely gotten a death wish.

Shisui literally has a flee on sight order for the other nations.

The man is known and feared by all.

Anyway, once the jerk flees for his life, Shisui suggests heading home casually. If you want to stay, it’s cool, but he wants to make sure you feel safe.

Tbh, you feel safe when you’re with him.

If you tell him, he will melt.

He will also have a hand on you for the rest of the night and will refuse to leave your side again.

If you do go home, though, he’ll immediately start kissing you all sweet, but don’t let him fool you.

He’s been planning how to get in your pants since that jerk decided it was okay for them to look at you like that, especially in front of Shisui.

Probably goes down on you until you beg him to stop

Orgasm denial? I think yes. Overstimulation along with that? I think yes.

He’s got you spread out as far as you can, and just goes to town between your legs.

He’s teasing you until you cry and when he finally gives you what you want, he doesn’t stop.

You tell him you can’t take it, and he goes on… just for another two rounds, though.

Then he’s gonna fuck you silly.

By the end, the only thing you can say is his name.

Bastard probably does that “Whose pussy is this? What’s my name? What’s your name?” thing.

And you answer “Shisui” to all of them.

He smirks like the little shit he is.

He also gets jealous when you spend too much time without him or don’t give him enough attention.

If you’re paying more attention to Itachi than him while you’re all hanging out, he’ll get all pouty.

He’ll pull out the puppy dog eyes, and get all clingy. 

It’s all just for funsies, though. He’s a jokester, and he really just does it to make you giggle.

It always works.

The kisses you pepper all over his face are also a bonus for him.

Will also pick you up if you’re ignoring him.

Really just a big dork.

I love him.

Madara  

Um… bold of you to assume he’s not already fucking your brains out in front of the perpetrator.

Let’s say you’re friend with Hashirama because he’s a sweetie who just wants to be friend with everyone.

Hashirama is a puppy, okay. You can’t help but be chill with him. His brother’s kind of a dick to you, but he’s cool.

So, you don’t think much of it until one day, Hashirama is joking with you, and Madara sees.

He basically invented the words “jealous” and “possessive”.

He puffs out his chest, approaches, and greets Hashirama politely.

Hashirama is basically completely unaware of Madara’s death glare.

He’s got one brain cell, and it’s used to love his friends. Can you blame him?

Anyway, Madara notices that Hashirama didn’t mean anything by it, and neither did you.

Doesn’t mean he’s not gonna excuse the both of you, take you home, and fuck you into the mattress for the next three days.

Rips all your clothes and doesn’t eve apologize.

Literally only stops to eat and sleep.

Another one that will take what he needs, so you better be prepared to give it to him.

“Do you think anyone else can make you feel like this?”

Will spank you until you answer him the way he wants.

You’re covered in new marks after every round.

You’re sore in muscles you didn’t even know you had.

You’re so fucked out, you can’t take it…

And then he fucks you again. And again. And again.

Each time harder than the last.

You never get to be in control, and you’re always pinned down.

You aren’t complaining, though.

It’s all v mind-blowing

Needs everyone to know you’re his.

It’s the Uchiha Breeding Kink

And the Uchiha Jealousy™

It’s in their blood.  

If you don’t walk away from the experience pregnant… nope. 

You definitely walk away pregnant no matter what.

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

Mha Smut Scenarios

Anonymous said:

hey there, can i request for alpha ilda, kirishima, and shinsou (separately please) and omega!reader (female) who is desperate during her heat so she begs them to go rough and knot her? can you make it as nsfw as you can? thanks mate

Hiiii! I can only do Iida and Kiri because it took forever for me to do this one bc sis isn’t feeling very horny or motivated so sorryyyyy. If you really want Shinso, maybe I could do an entire series about an x reader for him bc I feel so baddd! If I ever go into a Shinso fangirl phase, I will totally do a series! <3 Thanks for requesting!!

Iida

You two had started dating two years ago, immediately falling for one another as you couldn’t separate from each other after smelling each other. You fell in love with how cute he liked with his hair messy, how he was soft to you only, and how he smelled woodsy and like nature.

He had fallen in love with how breathtakingly gorgeous you are, putting a blush on every single guy in the classroom. At first he didn’t think that he stood a chance, until you had kissed him while cuddling up to him during a movie night. That’s when you fell into a routine, snuggling into his lap and falling asleep on him while he watched a movie with the rest of the class, ignoring the glances of the other jealous alphas.

Iida knew that they all could smell you, and how you smelled like addicting cherry blossoms and raw sugar. But you were all his, and that made him love you just a little bit more, especially when he saw Denki and all of the other Alphas be a little bit too friendly with you on Movie Night... like Bakugo was doing right now.

As Iida and Todoroki made popcorn in the kitchen, Iida couldn’t help but look over to see you and Bakugo laughing about a joke he had said, him resting against your small body with his arm over your shoulder and his other hand on your thigh. Like usual, you were oblivious to any of his obvious intentions that were anything but friendly, and kept laughing, trying to catch your breath as you smiled. 

In that moment, Iida slammed the bowl down, ran over to you, and growled at Bakugo, gripping you in his arms and bringing you back to the kitchen with him. “Iida! What are you doing?” You asked as he plopped you on the counter and resumed the popcorn.

“I do not want you hanging out with Bakugo anymore. He has nothing but bad intentions with you, trust me.” He looked you straight in the eyes, his crystal blue ones meeting your e/c gems. “Iida... that’s not-” You stopped talking as Iida went back to the popcorn, trying his best to ignore you. Suddenly, you jumped from your spot next to him and ran to the stairs, closing the door behind you and running to your room.

“Wha- Is she okay?” Mina asked from the couch, looking worryingly at Iida. “Um, I’m not s-” Iida stopped talking as he smelled your lingering scent, burnt sugar and the smell like you walked right out of a Bath and Body Works. “I’m going to go check on her.” Iida growled, his Alpha instincts kicking in. You were in your heat, and he had gotten a smell of you. He needed to help you.

Unlike today, you usually started your heats during the week, and then boarded yourself up in the room with Lysol everywhere and heat suppressants. But those didn’t work for hours, and honestly, Iida wanted more of your smell. He needed a taste of you.

“Y/n, it’s me. Please open the door.” Iida exclaimed through the door, knowing that you were on the other side. Even from the other side, he could smell you ever so slightly. You were just so addicting, he could never have enough of you. “Iida, I don’t think it’s a good idea if you-” Iida slammed his fist into your door, letting the Alpha inside of him take control.

“Omega, open this door right now. That’s an order.”

Inhaling slowly, you opened the door to reveal yourself to Iida. You were in a sports bra and panties, your hair tied back, and your loud fan was on. You were trying to cool down, and help suppress your heat. “Oh Omega... you look so pitiful.” That was right before you fell into his arms, your legs limp. “Alpha, please help me.”

Your eyes were full of tears, and your lips were plump. Iida picked you up in his arms, closed the door behind him, and carried you to the bed, laying you down. “Alpha... please.” You begged, closing your eyes and squeezing the sheets with your fists. 

“W-what do you mean-” Not acting like your usual self, you grabbed his uniform shirt and tugged him towards you, your lips inches apart. “Please knot me Alpha. I need you. It feels like I’m dying inside.” A single tear rolled down your cheek, pushing Iida to his limit. He ripped over his shirt, a single button falling off as he began to strip himself of his belt and pants, leaving his top and legs bare. 

As Iida removed your shirt, and then the bralette you wore, and finally your skirt and panties, he couldn’t help but stare at you. So breath-taking, and such a goddess, especially in that school uniform. He crawled over you, bending down and sucking your neck tenderly, sucking as hard as he could as his hands wrapped around your waist, pinning you down harshly. 

“Iida...” You moaned constantly, only feeding his sex drive and his urges. He wanted you, and your smell was driving him crazy. His thoughts weren’t working, his erection was harder than ever, and all he wanted to do was fuck you until you were screaming. You had let him do whatever he wanted to you during his rut, and now, he was going to please you better than any of your alpha friends could ever imagine of doing.

Iida began to remove his boxers while pinching your nipples, smiling as you moaned and squirmed under him. He loved every bit of it. When he was finally naked, he picked you up and bent you over, positioning you up perfectly. “What’s our safe word Baby?” He asked as you panted, more than ready. “Stop.” You repeated like usual as he nodded, you feeling his gentle hands position your back side as you tried to prepare yourself. 

3... 2... 1...

“Iida!” You screamed out as he entered you, squeezing the sheets in your fists as he pushed himself inside of you. Immediately your horny aches went away, and were replaced with the best feelings of pleasure bundling up inside the pit of your stomach. In and out, in and out., in and out. 

“Iida... please do it.” You begged as he nodded, understanding what you wanted. You wanted him to knot you, which ended an Omega’s heat for good for nine months, even if you weren’t pregnant. When Iida pulled out, you fell into his arms, weak and unable to move your sore body.

He laid you on the bed, put the light blanket on you, tucked you in, and then sat on your desk chair, reading one of the books he had left over at your place last time he came over. Sure he was tired, but you, he could only imagine what you were going through. Tired, aching, and still you were such a perfect goddess for him. Nothing but perfection and love.

His mother had always told him that he was going to meet a nice omega one day, but never had he imagined someone like you.

Kirishima

Kirishima was at the gym with his dudes when you called him. “Dude, wait up! Y/n’s calling me!” He yelled out to Denki and Sero who teased him, but also understood. They were really just jealous, they didn’t have an Omega like you, nor a s/o who was as chill and bro-like as you, with your long handshakes and the cool way you dyed your hair.

“Hey babe, what’s-” He was met by a tingle in his mind, telling him something was up with you. Alphas instinct. “Kiri... p-p-please come b-back-” Kirishima hung up the phone and grabbed his stuff quickly, slipping his hair out of the man bun. “Sorry guys! I gotta run!” Kirishima exclaimed, grabbing his bag and his adidas sandals. “Dude, you haven’t even started yet! Bros before... female bros?” Denki tried to convince him, but Kirishima refused.

You were in your heat, and he wasn’t there for you. You had told him how hard your heat was, curling up in a ball in your nest, the only thing helping was your Alpha. “No can do Bro! I’ll see y’all in 3-5 days!” Kirishma waved and ran out to his car, leaving the two confused. “3-5 days? What does that even-” Sero stopped as the two looked at each other, remembering something from sex ed class back in high school.

“He’s one lucky bastard...” Denki murmured, thinking of you before Sero punched him in the chest. “Don’t be creepy Bro. Come on, let’s get ripped. Then maybe we can find you a cute omega too!”

Kirishima drove as fast as he could, almost making marks on the street as he pulled into the parking lot of the condo complex that you guys lived in. Being a pro hero had its benefits, and having enough money to buy one of the cutest apartments in the world was one of them. He ran to the elevator, before realizing it was too slow and then zooming up the stairs to your condo.

He entered the key into the lock, twisted it, opened the door, and gasped. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the room, except Kirishima knew it wasn’t cookies. He ran down the hall, turned the corner into the living room, and then into the bedroom to see you, staring at the wall in your hero uniform while laying on the bed. “Aww, baby.” Kirishima ran to your side as you looked up, your eyes in tears from how needy you were.

“P-please Kiri. My insides feel like I’m going to die. I can barely move.” You begged, your voice weak and pitiful, torture to his ears. He took a hair elastic from your dresser and tied your hair into a loose bun before sitting you up and unzipping your outfit. It was a simple suit that hugged your curves and showed off your legs, with many buttons and zippers in case something slipped.

When you were finally undressed, leaving you in just your panties and bra, Kirishima couldn’t help but look at you in amazement. You panted, relived to be not as hot. Through five and a half years of dating, Kirishima couldn’t get enough of your body, not to mention your scent hormones driving you crazy.

“P-please hurry.” You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly as he kissed your neck, running his hands all over your body, his alpha hormones corrupting all of your senses. He was all you could think about, and your body was begging for him to make you feel better.

He pushed you down on the bed, stripping himself of any clothes, leaving his long cock free for you to stare at. You moved your hand down to touch yourself before he stopped you, smirking playfully as he pinned your hands above your head. “Tell me when you need me to stop, okay?” Kirishima looked at you as you nodded, shutting your eyes and preparing yourself for impact. He looked down at your entrance, his mouth watering as he aimed himself up.

Interlocking his fingers with yours, he slowly pushed himself into you, watching you gasp and arch your back in response. Eventually, he began to ram himself into you faster and faster, watching the desperation in your expression disappear as you began to breathe more.

Minutes passed before he finally pulled out, rolling over and allowing you to cuddle against him. “I love you Alpha.” You whispered in his ear, purring happily as you gripped tightly to his muscled arm. “I love you more Omega.” You both fell asleep in each other arms.

[therobishow]

I think I'm done with podcasts made by men

I love listening to podcasts while I work. Especially ones related to history, film, and literature.

And damn near every time I try listening to ones that are made by men, I end up hitting a point where I have to stop listening and switch to something else. There's always a point where they say something that is so ignorant, blatantly sexist, etc., that I just can't take it.

Often times it's the host buying into a very male-centered lens of interpreting whatever it is they're discussing. And, you know, that's kind of expected. They're men. They're viewing things as men. I get that and I'm usually willing to just roll my eyes and move on. But then it keeps happening, or gets much worse than what can be excused by simple ignorance. And then I can't just roll my eyes anymore. I just want to start yelling. And that's not a good energy to have while I'm trying to do my job. So I switch over to something else.

A good example of this happened today. I was listening to a podcast called History by Hollywood. I found it because I'm a huge fan of History Buffs on Youtube. Comparing historical fiction to the actual history is fascinating to me. I love learning about the real event and how it's translated into fiction. But...it got bad. Real fucking bad.

Now, I can't place all the blame on the creators of HbH. They had guests who do a podcast that I think is called Green Screen, which discusses films through an environmental lens. And I definitely will not be listening to that podcast after hearing them today.

The episode was about Gorillas in the Mist, which is biopic about Dr. Dian Fossey. If you don't know who Dian Fossey is, look her up. She was one of the group known as the Trimates, sometimes called Leakey's Angels. The group consisted of three women who were expert primatologists: Birute Galdikas, who studied orangutans; Jane Goodall, possibly the most well known of the three, who studied chimpanzees; and Fossey herself, who studied gorillas. I would love to write hundreds of pages about how awesome and unbelievably badass these women are/were. Seriously, learn about these women if you haven't already. They are amazing.

Anyway, the episode was about Dr. Fossey. My first issue is that, despite her PhD, they never once referred to her with her proper title. This is upsettingly common with women who have earned doctorates. Men never want to call them Doctor. It frustrates me to no end. But that's not nearly the worst of it. They went on to discuss how she became pregnant twice during her time in Rwanda. She chose to abort both pregnancies because she did not want pregnancy or motherhood to interfere with her work with the gorillas. One of the GS guys commented on this saying "I suppose her reasons could be considered valid." Um, excuse me? First of all, why do you think that you get to decide whether or not she had valid reasons? You don't. Second, of course her reasons are valid. Whatever a woman's reasons are for having an abortion are valid. She's the only one who gets to make that decision. So fuck right off with that. Sorry for getting a bit heated here, but that really pissed me off. There was no need for a comment like that. Especially since it makes it sound like he doesn't actually think her reasons are valid, but is scared of catching heat so tried to sugarcoat it.

Moving on, TW: rape, they also got into the fact that Dr. Fossey stated that she was repeatedly raped by soldiers in 1966 over the course of two weeks. People freaking love to claim that this is "disputed" or "exaggerated" and some go as far as to claim that it was an outright lie. Why? Because she originally claimed that she was treated well and then escorted to the border. Later on, she admitted that she was actually beaten and raped. I'm not going to delve too far into this because a) this post is already way longer than I intended, and b) I will get SO MAD. For the sake of brevity, I'm just going to say that I believe that she was raped, and that she initially lied because she was not ready for this information to become public. The hosts however...well, they'd like to claim that they didn't come down on either side of this "debate" and simply presented facts. But they totally don't think she was raped. They went on and on about all the reasons that she would have lied about being raped, such as political clout, publicity, propaganda, and other dumb reasons. But just couldn't seem to think of any reason that she would have lied about not being raped. Gotta love how men are always able to come up with fifty million reasons why women would make false accusations. It's absolutely not in any way revealing how they think of women.

They also got into the admittedly shitty things that Dr. Fossey did during her time in Rwanda. She wasn't perfect, and she did do some rather bad things. Her approach to conservation work was very much steeped in a colonialist mindset. I'm not about to deny that. And they did do a good job of explaining some of the more overlooked facts of poaching--most African poachers aren't cartoon villains who want to destroy nature. Many are farmers who are killing animals that threaten their crops and/or livestock. And then they get offered lots of money to do it. It's not a simple issue, and doesn't have a simple solution. I don't have a problem with them addressing this, and I'm glad that they did. However, and this is a pretty big HOWEVER, they also didn't discuss any of the great things she did. She saved a huge number of gorillas. She helped improve the Rwandan economy. She fought against multiple colonialist organizations trying to exploit Rwanda and it's wildlife. She helped to revolutionize the field of primatology. There's so much that we know now that we only know because of her. They also decided that the fact that she's a heavily revered and respected figure in Rwanda was worth a few sentences and that was it.

They referred to her as cold and unfeeling multiple times, largely due to her relationship with Bob Campbell, who was married when they met. Apparently the fact that she didn't stick with him for her whole life means that she's cold and uncaring. Ugh. I just fucking can't with this.

And the cherry on top, they made jokes about her murder. Yep. Dr. Fossey was horribly and brutally murdered with a machete in December of 1985. And they apparently think that's funny. Now, I know that some of the people who were close to Dr. Fossey have also made jokes regarding her death. However, there are several Grand Canyon-sized differences between someone using humor to cope with the death of someone they loved, and some assholes with a podcast making jokes about the brutal murder of a woman they never met. They also said that it doesn't matter who killed her or if they're ever caught. Which...no? It very much matters who snuck into this woman's home in the middle of the night and used a machete to brutally murder her. It very much matters if this person is caught. I can't even imagine trying to say that it doesn't matter if an actual murderer is ever caught.

All of this goes into a huge problem when it comes to studying history, especially the history of science. Women are always scrutinized more heavily, always criticized with more vitriol, and always have their enormous accomplishments either left out entirely or pushed to side. I almost never see male scientists given this treatment. Edison comes close, but he always gets quite a bit of "Yeah, he was awful, but let's not forget all the awesome things he did!" Women however get "Yeah, she did a few cool things for science, but let's not forget that she had an abortion!"

I just can't handle this shit anymore. If you managed to get all the way to the end of this wall of text (yay) please recommend me some good history/literature podcasts created by women. I will love you so much.

[petersasteria]

Request: "When Will My Life Begin" but with Haz

When Will My Life Begin? - Haz Osterfield

"𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐱, 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐩"

Manservant!Haz x CEO!Reader

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“7 AM the usual morning line up...” Harrison sang softly to himself as he put the laundry in the washing machine. He started the machine and left the basket on the floor. He turned around and saw your three year old son, Oliver, raising his arms up.

“Good morning, Ollie!” Harrison greeted with a smile and picked him up.

“Morning, Hazzy.” Ollie yawned. “‘M hungry.”

“I know you are. Let’s make breakfast!” Harrison said and walked to the kitchen. He sat Ollie on his chair and started making Ollie’s favorite and your usual breakfast.

You walked to the kitchen all dressed up and ready despite it only being 7:15 AM. You kissed Ollie’s cheek and sat down on your seat.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N.” Harrison said. He didn’t need to look at you to know that you were there. He just knew. After all, he’s been working for you for three years now. He watched Ollie grow up and everything.

“Haz, darling, you’ve been here for three years and I always tell you to call me ‘Y/N’ instead.” You chuckled. “Good morning to you too.”

Harrison served breakfast for you and Ollie and immediately walked up to your room to fix your bed and pick up the mess. It was his daily routine. His mates told him that he should quit his job and to just live his life like he wanted. As much as he wanted that, he grew to love his domestic life. Plus, Ollie was his main priority and he couldn’t leave Ollie just like that. He also couldn’t leave you. He loved you from the moment he met you and he loved you even more when you gave birth to your son.

You were 4 months pregnant at that time and your mom suggested that you should hire someone to help you around your penthouse. Harrison saw the ad and immediately sent in his resume. Since he was the first one to send it in, you immediately hired him and removed the ad. After all, you only needed one.

“-And this will be your room. This was a guest room, but I don’t bring guests at my penthouse. I bring them to my actual house.” You told him. “D’you like it?”

Harrison looked around and nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Y/N.” You chuckled. “Anyway, I’m so glad you’re here to help me! Being pregnant and alone is rather difficult.”

“I can only imagine.” Harrison said. “You’re glowing, though. I’m sure the baby will come out and have your beauty and brains.”

You blushed, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled. He didn’t know if it was because you were glowing or if it was all a dream, but he could already sense that he was starting to crush on you.

“Anyway, make yourself at home. You’ll start tomorrow and if you wish to go somewhere, just tell me so that I know. You’re not doing anything today except for settling in. We’re ordering take out tonight. I’m craving for pizza and I expect to see you downstairs in the living room soon.” You told him. You pat him on the back and smiled, “Welcome to your new home.”

Three years later and still feels at home. 

After fixing your bed and cleaning your room, he did the same to Ollie’s room which was always a disaster to clean. One time he found something sticky in the toy box only to find out that it was gum.

He went back to the kitchen and cleared the table. Ollie went to the living room to watch his cartoons and you walked to wards Harrison who was washing the dishes.

“Haz, I have a question.” You leaned your lower back on the sink, with your arms crossed, to see him better. He hummed in response.

“How come you’re still here?” You asked curiously. Realizing that you sounded like an asshole, you rephrased the question. “I mean, why aren’t you quitting yet? You’re the same age as I am and you’re still here. If I were you, I’d quit by now.”

Harrison glanced at you before turning back to the dishes, “I don’t mind working here.”

“But I feel like you can be more than just, well, a maid or something. I feel like you’ll be better doing something you really want to do.” You told him.

“Are you firing me?”

“God, no! You’re the best person ever!” You gasped. “I’m just asking because when I was little, maids would leave all the time especially when they’re unhappy.”

“I’m happy with what I’m doing, though.” Harrison assured you.

“Okay.” You trailed off. “How about you take a couple of days off as a reward? I’m sure I can handle myself and Ollie.”

“Are you sure? No pressure, though. Because if you’re-”

“Yes, I’m sure and you deserve it. Go see your family and friends or whatever. Go and shop! Do anything you want! Just-” You stopped yourself.

“Just what?” He asked.

You blushed, “Just make sure you come back.”

“Of course, I’ll come back.” Harrison smiled.

And with that, Harrison packed a few of his belongings and left. He told you that he’d be gone for 5 days and he quickly gave you a rundown on how things worked and went, what not to do and what to do. That kind of stuff. He even said you could call him if you’re having trouble with anything. 

You didn’t call because you didn’t want to spoil his fun. So, you desperately tried to do what he’s been doing for 3 years. Everything went to shit.

Some of your clothes shrunk when you washed them, your burnt Ollie’s pancakes, your blazer got ruined when you ironed it, your bed was always a mess, Ollie’s room desperately needed de-cluttering, you didn’t know where the flyers of restaurant menus were when Ollie wanted Chinese food for dinner, you were late to everything; only to name a few.

Right now, Ollie was throwing a tantrum and he was crying. You were stressed because one of your employees didn’t do their job and now YOU had to fill in and do their work instead. And to add a cherry on top to your ‘my life is falling apart’ cake, the knob on the sink came loose and now water was splashing you everywhere and you didn’t know how to fix it.

Harrison unlocked the door and went in, “Y/N, I’m ba-” He stopped himself as he looked at the mess. He dropped his bag and slowly walked to the living room to see the damage. “Right. Work starts now.” He cracked his knuckles and began cleaning up the living room.

When he was done, he began to take notice of loud noises coming from the kitchen. He went there only to see Ollie crying on the floor and you, desperately trying to put the knob back on the faucet. You were also crying.

“What happened?!” Harrison shrieked. You looked at him and smiled because right now, he was your savior. Ollie looked at him and got up from the floor and hugged his legs.

“Hazzy!” Ollie exclaimed.

“Hey, buddy. Why are you crying?” Harrison crouched down to his level and wiped his tears.

“I want a cookie and mummy won’t give me one!” Ollie cried once more. Harrison stood up and carried him, “I’ll give you a cookie, okay? Stop crying now.”

And just like that, Ollie stopped.

He turned to you and saw that you were drenched. You looked at each other, but it was hard for you to see him because of your tears.

“What happened?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” You broke down. “How do you do this shit?!” He stared at you for a while and whispered something to Ollie before setting him down. Ollie ran to the living room and watched tv.

He walked to the sink and crouched down to open the cabinet and turn the knob off, so that water wouldn’t splash you anymore. He stood up and you gave him the knob. You wordlessly stepped aside as you watched him fix the knob of the faucet. He crouched down again, turned the knob on, stood up and turned the faucet on. It was functioning well again. He closed the cabinet with his foot and walked to the cleaning closet to get the mop. He mopped the floor and after that, brought out the ingredients for cookies for Ollie.

“Thank you.” You finally said after a few moments of silence. He smiled at you, “No problem.”

“No, seriously.” You chuckled lightly and wiped your tears. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Everything went to shit and Ollie’s mad at me.”

“Hey, he’s not mad. He’s just throwing a fit. Why won’t you give him cookies, anyway?”

“I-I don’t know how to bake.” You said quietly.

“That’s alright.” He smiled.

“I don’t have a talent for doing chores or anything domestic, I suppose.” You frowned.

“Don’t punish yourself for it.” Harrison said as he started mixing the ingredients. “Women are as powerful as men, if not, more powerful. Women aren’t required nor subjected to just stay at home and serve. That’s not what you’re supposed to be, darling. We all have strengths and weaknesses and it just so happens that your weakness is doing the housework.”

“Your weaknesses don’t define you, Y/N. You’re worth more than that. And if I see that you’re great, you should see that you’re great too. Your strength is your company and you’re very good at handling it. I wish I could-”

You cut him off with a kiss which he quickly returned. It was a kiss full of passion and you had to pull away after a minute before it escalated quickly.

“I’m sorry.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “It’s just that you’ve been so helpful and I’m so grateful to have you and I thought kissing you was so appropriate at that time and-”

“I don’t regret it if you don’t.” Harrison stated.

“What?”

“I said, I don’t regret it if you don’t. I’ve been wanting to do that for years!” He chuckled.

“Years?” You gasped. “I only started wanting that two months ago.”

Both of you stayed in comfortable silence. Harrison was busy shaping the cookies and putting them in the oven while you just stood there watching him.

“You know, I could leave Ollie with my mom.” You said. He looked at you and smirked, “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“I’ll just say it, then. Will you go on a date with me?” You rushed out. 

He walked towards you and put your hands on your waist, “I thought you’d never ask.”

You grinned and kissed him again. It was more heated than the previous one and before you knew it, you were pressed up against the wall while your tongues fought for dominance.

He kissed your neck and you moaned when he found your sweet spot. “Shit. If you keep doing that, we might end up giving Ollie a sibling!”

He pulled away and looked at you, “Geez, take me to dinner first.”

You playfully slapped his arm and kissed him again.

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