#honey did you forget every other time hes cried in front of you?
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"Kacchan, youre crying! That's not like you! You must be exhausted right now, that's all!"
No izuku
IZUKU HONEY.
This is VERY. LIKE KACCHAN.
#honey did you forget every other time hes cried in front of you?#accept it sweetheart......#izuku has atill got those KACCHAN SUGOI and Heroes Dont Cry blinders on#someone help him out#he needs one of his sassy bffs to tell him....#bakudeku#izuku is oblivious#bnha spoilers#bkdk#bkdk canon
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ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID NEVER THE BRIDE
â . . . I was there too, satoru, â those summers belonged to me as much as they belonged to you, he was mine as much as he was yours.â
the downfall of your relationship after suguru geto went spiral.
â â â You heard about what happened to one of your lovers, Geto Suguru â what he did to the villagers, how he killed them en masse. You don't believe what Yaga says, you don't believe what the higher-ups scream at you â saying that the current Geto Suguru is a criminal and a murderer. You covered your ears so tightly that you didn't hear anything â not even Satoru's cries every night in the silence of the night.
â â â You ran, kept running and running, carrying your feet to Suguru. You have to see him, you have to hear everything from him. He should say that everything was just a misunderstanding and he didn't do anything and looking at you with his purple eyes, he should tell you that everything was just a misunderstanding â you hope. You keep running no matter your heart starts to deflate and constrict, you can't stop running, too afraid that if you stop then everything will come true. You don't care about the heat of the sun piercing your skin.
â â â You arrive at a temple that is familiar to you. Seeing the building makes it even more impossible to breathe. You pushed open the large wooden door with force. Your steps stopped when you saw a black-haired man standing not far from you with a gojo-kesa covering his tall body. You'd recognize that back anywhere, you'd recognize his scent anywhere.
â â â Geto Suguru.
â â â Suguru turned around and he smiled when his eyes caught your figure. He smiled warmly until his eyes formed a thin curve. He opened his arms wide, welcoming you with all his heart. You didn't have a second thought to run up to him and jump into his armsâ so hard that his body stumbled back a little and like honey, he chuckled sweetly. âEasy there, princess,â he whispered into your hair, so very softly. One hand hugged your back while the other stroked your hair.
â â â Suguru closed his eyes and took a deep breathâ trying to fill his lungs with your scent. Maybe this was the last time he could hold you this close, he knew. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his nose there. He feels short of breath, but he feels like he still has to breathe, keep taking in breaths until all he can think about is your scent, you. He forced his body to remember your smell, every inch of his body, so he wouldn't forget. Hopefully, if he doesn't have you by his side anymore, he can still feel your scent, he has to remember your scent. So that he is fine being away from you. So that he doesn't run towards you when he feels he can no longer smell your scent.
â â â Suguru pulled his face away from you as he listened to the sad sounds that came out of your sweet mouth. Your stomach and his stomach were still touching beneath the cloth you were wearing when he lifted your lowered faceâ too sad to look at him. Suguru looked at your face and he realized a few things. He could see the eye bags hanging ugly under your beautiful eyes, there were slight wrinkles on your forehead, and you looked very, very tired. And he couldn't deny your rosy cheeks were wet with tears that didn't seem to stop.
â â â âOh, my love,â he whispered.
â â â He felt his heart break when he saw you pull your lips straight, letting out a sob that was forcing its way out, for him to hear. Suguru stroked your wet cheeks with his thumb. âYou left, I â I was gone for one day and.. and you're not there, youâ why?â how?â you stammered, still reluctant to look at the man in front of you. Suguru chuckled, he couldn't help it, you looked so cute right now. Hearing the chuckle of the man in front of you made you suddenly raise your head, looking at him. âThat's not funny!â you said and hit Suguru's arm which made the man laugh again.
â â â âI'm sorry, my love, you just look so cute right now,â he said, smiling and hugging you again. You hugged his waist and pressed your cheek against his chest. âThey called you a criminal and you are a mass murderer who killed a whole village,â you said which made Suguru smile bitterly and sigh softly. He kissed her head for a long time before saying, âI'm sorry, my love, I'm doing a bad thing,â he said quietly. Your tears broke even more as you began to be forced to accept that everything was true and Suguru was a criminal now. So you buried your face back into his neck, crying loudly.
â â â Suguru tightened his arms around your small body and pressed his cheek against your head. He lets you cry your heart out. That's all he usually does. âI'm so sorry,â Suguru whispered. It hurt him, hearing how sad your crying sounded. It made him break into pieces, knowing your heartbroken cries were now he is the cause. But again, he couldn't do anything. âWhy?â You looked at him with your wet face and red eyes. Suguru cupped one of your cheeks while one of his hands still hugged your waist.
â â â âI'm sorry, my love, I just can't wear a heartfelt smile in this world, not anymore,â he saidâ shaking his head slowly and smiling faintly. âYou don't have to, just talk to me, to Satoru, come back to us, I'll listen, we'll listen,â you say, almost pleading. âStop this, and come back, let's run away and live together, I'll convince Satoru. Let's get out of this world, we can live at the beach house far away from here and make a family, and have cats, like you always wanted, hm?â You smiled, even though your eyes continued to shed tears. You took forceful steps to get closer as if there was some distance you still had to cover from your body which was already attached to Suguru.
â â â Suguru was silent.
â â â Oh, how he always dreamed of starting a family with you and Satoru, living in a house by the beach and having several cats. He wanted it so much that his heart screamed about it. Leaving the world of Jujutsu and living as a normal person in general.
â â â âLet's live like a normal person, without curses, nothing,â you said. Your soft voice called out to him, making him flutter and he could feel the warmth slowly embracing his long-cold body. âThat sounds perfect,â he whispered and smiledâa genuine smile. He grabbed both of your hands, clenching them in his fists. He kissed your hand several times with his purple eyes continuing to stare at you. Full of tenderness, full of affection.
â â â He kissed your forehead warmly, âLet's do it.â
â â â âGeto-sama..â
â â â You hear a child's voice. Turning your head to where the voice came from, you saw two little girlsâone with dark brown hair with a green hoodie and the other with light brown hair with a yellow hoodie, they had short hair in the same style. When you saw the two little children you realized something, they were the little children your lover savedâ Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba. You turned your gaze to Suguru who was already looking at you with a small smile. âAre they..?â Suguru nodded.
â â â You let go of your arms around Suguru's neck and stepped over to the two little girls. They seemed hesitant when you stepped forward, as they looked at Suguru as if asking for reassurance, to which the black-haired nodded. You crouched in front of them, holding each of their cheeks which made them lean into your warm touch. Seeing this, your tears broke out again, you couldn't help it. Your head fell to your bent knees, your forehead pressed there with your hands holding the two little girls' cheeks. They looked at you with confusion and curiosity, not understanding why you were crying so bitterly.
â â â They looked at you and Suguru who was still standing behind you alternately. Hesitantly their small hands touched your shoulders before stepping closer and hugging youâboth of their chins resting on your shoulders. You greeted them by wrapping your arms around their waist, pulling them closer. Suguru just smiled faintly, sadly. All he could hear were your sobs, cutting into his skin every second. You remained in your position for a few moments before the small arms holding you were replaced by Suguru's muscular arms.
â â â He put one arm around your backâhelping you to stand. âOh, my love. What a beautiful thing you are,â He said softly, and who knows how many times he cupped your cheeks and ran his two thumbs across your cheeks. Suguru always thought that you were very beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even when you were crying ugly like now. He loves how your cheeks look red when you cry too much. Too pure and innocent, making him want to continue protecting you.
â â â He likes to call you 'my love'. He says that you are his love, you are millions of feelings in one feeling. You are like a rainbow in the storm. He said that his love was given out for you and Satoru, love you both so full that there was no love left for him to the world. People say that a lifetime is very long, but Suguru can trade anything so he can get that lifetime. Even though he had to become a criminal and commit a mass murder. And he would gladly do it many times, if, in the end, he could spend all his breath with you and Satoru.
â â â Suguru pressed his lips to yoursâ kissing them gently, typical of Geto Suguru. He is full of tenderness. He kissed you, gently but you could feel his misery, how several times he had to pause between kisses just to swallow his sobs. He pressed his forehead against yours after pulling his lips away, but you could still feel his soft breath on your face.
â â â âLet's do that, you, me, Satoru and the kids. Let's run away where no-one knows our name yet, where we can camp out in the open and see the stars, where we can tell each other hopes and dreams without feeling scared, it will be hopeless. We'll own nothing more than we need,â he said quietly as you watched Suguru's tears fall down one cheek. You nodded, âLet's run away together.â
â â â Suguru smiled faintly.
â â â âWould you do me a favor before that?â
â â â âWhat is it?â
â â â Suguru moved his forehead away from yours to look at you more clearly. One arm wrapped around your waist as he tucked your hair behind your left ear. âCan you wait for me, my love?â he asked. You were silent for a moment and lost in his purple eyesâ you found nothing but calm and confidence. So you nodded, making Suguru's thin smile widen slightly. âStay with Satoru while I make a better world for us, so I can give you the world that I know you deserve, would you do that for me, my love?â
â â â âWait for me?â
â â â âOkay,â you whispered. âI'll wait for you.â
2017
â â â I can't save you.
â â â That's what was on your mind when you saw Satoru come to your roomâfalling onto the bed as if he hadn't ignored you in the past few years since Suguru left. You saw how he buried his face in your pillow. His long legs dangled over the edge of the mattress which was not big enough to accommodate his tall body. You just stay silentâsitting on the floor with your knees bent upwards and your back against the wall. You looked at Satoru in silence.
â â â Since Suguru left everything has changedâ everything, because Satoru is everything to you. Himself and Suguru. Half of everything is in front of you, but you still feel empty, empty. You are just a shell that happens to still be breathing but empty of the will to live.
â â â Was I supposed to tell you to leave, Satoru?
â â â âI was there too, Satoruâ those summers belonged to me as much as they belonged to you, he was mine just as much as he was yours,â you think.
â â â or not?
â â â You wanted to scream at Satoru, tell him forcefully if you had to, but you couldn't. For the last 10 years, you seem to realize that you are just the third person joining in. Forcing yourself into a position that was never your place in the first place. Between him and Suguru. You're not delusional, you're well aware that between the three of you, Satoru will always love Suguru more than he loves you. You know that very well. You loved both of them equally, equally, very muchâ however, when Suguru left, Satoru left with him.
â â â Just like you, Satoru is just a shell who is too tired and sad to even die. You may not understand what he feels, but you try. Trying to feel what another part of your soul feels like only to lose it, but Satoru, I would never do that to you' you thought. Satoru lost half his soul, but you lost all of it.
â â â You are just a number to Satoru, far from number one. However, you still feel like it was your fault for not saying something sooner, and now it's too late. The relationship between you, Suguru and Satoru ended with Suguru leaving. And you can't do anything about it. You didn't want to throw Satoru outânot when he was crying so hard he was almost throwing up. Satoru was barely breathingâchoking on his own sobs.
â â â You got up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, placing your hand on his shoulder. You waited for Satoru's outburst that never came. You remembered how Satoru was when Suguru first leftâhe was so angry. So angry that Yaga had to ask you to stay away and said that maybe there would be a time when you would have to kill Satoru because you were the only one he could come home to. You told Yaga that you couldn't do thatâ even if Satoru lost his mind,because you weren't Suguru.
â â â Your infinity is always up with me.
â â â Satoru suddenly became very sadâ so sad that you worried he would do something stupid. He continues to live in Suguru's shadow, showing fake smiles and trying anything to distract him. Slowly he started to see you more often. You were happyâ thinking that he had come back to his senses and was starting to see you as his girlfriend, without Suguru. But since Suguru left, you should learn not to have too high expectations of that blue-eyed man.
â â â Satoru suddenly stopped sobbing. You inhaled sharplyâ sensing something was wrong. Satoru got up from his seat and turned his body towards you. You saw how his blue eyes were rimmed with red and tears rolled down his pale cheeks. âIâI saw him last night,â Satoru stammered. His lips pulled into a straight line trying to swallow the deft lump that was holding back his sobs. You hold your breath for a moment. Of course, you should know, that nothing can destroy Satoru other than Suguru. You didn't move, unable to bring yourself to say anything.
â â â âThe ringââ
â â â The rings. The rings Satoru bought a long time ago, one for you, one for Suguru, one for himself. The ring that was supposed to bind the three of you together, but like Satoru only wrapped the red thread around Suguru's finger, leaving you at the end of the thread alone as they got tangled up in each other. The ring he brought with the plan that he would marry Suguru and you when the three of you graduated.
â â â âHe had it on when I killed him,â Satoru said, choking on the wind at the end.
â â â âYou and her, the sweetest feeling I know, a peace and a flame, steady me and stir me all at once, and when I die, everything will die but these feelings.â
â â â That's what Suguru said to Satoru just before he killed him. Your mouth is shut, you can't say anything. Suguru dies and Satoru still doesn't see you. He goes blind and you're nowhere to see, and again, you can't do anything about it. You continued to stare at Satoru who was sobbing again. He looked at you with a red face and trembling lips. And something you've been so afraid of for years happens in a split second.
â â â The light in his eyes goes out.
â â â A split second and you feel so scared. So you pulled Satoru into your arms and he weakly leaned against your body. Part of you wanted to laugh about the tragedy you felt. What a joke your life is. Satoru's chin rested against your chest and his eyes continued to stare at you. You looked down at him with a sad smile. One of your arms was around his shoulder and one of your hands cupped his cheek. Your thumb ran to wipe Satoru's tears.
â â â âI don't think I can love and have enough love for someone now,â he whispered.
â â â âI know,â you thought.
â â â Still with a sad smile, you answered, âThat's okay, I'll love you enough for both of us and I have a big heart. Did you know what it means? I'll have enough love for us, I have so much love for you in my heart.â
â â â Oh, how you love the man in your arms so much right now.
â â â âBut I know better, when he left, you left with him, and when he died, you died with him,â you continued to yourself.
â â â You tighten your arms around Satoru's weak body, squeezing him gently. Pretending the warmth in you holds a candle to the warmth Suguru gave him. Pretending you hold a candle to him. You, the embodiment of always the bridesmaid, but never the bride.
2018â â â
â â â it's just you now.
â â â â . . . You finally join your other half, your one and only, your soulâ'
â â â You wrestle with your thoughts with eyes that can't leave the carvings on the tombstones. Gojo Satoru, it says. In a land full of bodies buried several meters below, in a place full of death, you feel strangely safe and calm. There is no one around you, everyone is busy mourning the loss of their loved ones, just like you.
â â â âI know you're happier now than you ever were hereâ I know you're happier in the lifetime with him than you were alive with me,â you continued, finally daring to voice what you had been thinking for years. Finally found the courage to speak out after years of silence.
â â â Your knees are planted perfectly on the ground which will eliminate the marks there. âI'm expected to go on, like all my friends aren't dead nowââ You bit your bottom lip. You felt sore in your throat from holding back your tears. You refuse to cry. âI guess this is what it was like for you, right? Having all this responsibility on your shoulder simply for being alive in the first place?â
â â â You looked down feeling a headache in your headâas if someone had just hit your skull with an iron baseball bat. It hurts so much, but even so, the pain in your heart is greater. You blinked a few times as your vision began to fade. Drop by drop tears fell from your eyes, wetting the grassy ground.
â â â âIt's just me now,â you chuckled bitterly.
â â â Suddenly you feel the irony of your loneliness. You were always alone, even when Satoru was alive, what's different about now? Maybe you just deny your loneliness with your delusions. It took Satoru's death for you to realize that the second Suguru left, that moment you had no one but Satoru's shadow. Convince yourself that it is enough for you to survive.
â â â âMy love for you is never big enough for you to stay, never enough to love both of us. I'll take ten more years to love you if you stayââ You choked, unable to continue your words that felt like they were stuck in your neck. âI can't heal your kid, Megumi, so he will die once Sukuna's out of him and Itadoriâ he's just like you, so he won't last long after Fushiguro's death, and still, it's just gonna be me, alone. â
â â â Your body is shaking, scared, sad, pathetic.
â â â Once you long for love from Satoru when in reality you know that his love for Suguru has run out. Again and again, you just follow along. And maybe it will take you 10 years to forget everything, maybe your whole life.
â â â At the same time, you felt someone put their arm around your back. You turned to your left only to find Itadori Yujiâ looking at you with the same gaze you had. A look that showed that he was on the verge of losing part of his soul. âLet's get you home,â he whispered. So with that, he slipped one arm under your knees and a second later you were no longer on the ground. Yuji turned to leave Satoru's final resting place. You looked back over Yuji's shoulder, staring at the stone with one of your loves' names engraved on it.
â â â âI hope you're happy, Satoru, my love, I really do.â
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Alright strap in Iâve got Crosshair headcanons and thoughts and you are being subjected to them hi hello enjoy:
Really craves friendship. Wants friends more than anything but for the life of him has never been good at making them. Mostly bc his defense mechanism is to be mean to keep strangers at arms length. Choose to have them dislike you before they even get a chance to make that decision themselves. Itâs hard to penetrate those defenses.
AND YET this man contradicts every word he says. He hates regular clones huh? Then explain Cody and Echo and Mayday to me Crossy. Explain them to me bro. You even like Rex when itâs all said and done and that man PUNCHED YOU IN THE FACE. Explain yourself Crosshair.
Is pretty quiet for the most part but when he gets chatty itâs a mile a minute. Heâll sit next to his brothers or follow them around and just talk talk talk talk talk. Only happens once in awhile but when it does happen they all just stay quiet and listen to him. First time he did that to Echo it was completely out of the blue and he came up behind Echo and just started ranting. Echo stared at him with wide eyes for like ten minutes like âis this real? Is he okay?â Before just sitting down and getting stuck in an hour long chat where he did like zero talking.
Gossipy bastard. Loves to gossip. Loves hearing it. Loves telling it. Heâs so quiet most people forget heâs there and they say wild shit in front of him. He tells the 99 everything.
If one of his brothers asks who his favorite is he changes his answer depending on who has annoyed him most that day. âOh you want to know who my favorite is? Wrecker, clearly. Hunter is my least favorite bc he took too long in the shower and used up all the hot water.â
Massive sweet tooth. Keep this man away from a candy store heâll give himself cavities.
If theyâre training playing with fake blasters he makes a âpew pewâ sound when he âshootsâ it. Super quiet and under his breath but he does it.
He has a game where he tries to see how many tiny rolled up pieces of paper he can get into Hunterâs hair or armor before Hunter catches on. Oh the amount of times heâs been yanked from his bunk after being caught is innumerable.
Loves listening to Tech infodumping but will never admit it out loud. He has learned so much and has found a lot of it fascinating but prefers to sit quietly and keep his eyes closed while Tech talks.
Him and Wrecker have so many more competitions than just the one. They compete all the time. Who can run the fastest. Who can name the most planets. Anything. As long as itâs a competition.
Pretends to be asleep so people donât ask him to do things and then promptly actually falls asleep.
Cries. Like a lot. Well. Not a lot just a lot more than youâd think. While most people would think heâs too aloof for that I think he picked up a good habit of letting out big bursts of emotion because he always saw Wrecker do it. And he trusts Wrecker. Doesnât like crying in front of other people but will hide to get some emotion out before rejoining the group.
Secret softy. But in the way where heâll make fun of his brothers while doing something nice for them. Heâs picking up their fave candy from a shop? Heâll throw it at their face when he gives it to them. Theyâre upset? Heâs going to find a way to make sure they get a good meal and have some company but heâs going to be aggressive about it. âYou havenât eaten since yesterday. Youâre being an idiot. Eat the fucking burrito I went to three different places to find one that would give me the salsa you like now donât waste my time.â
His toxic trait is acting like he hates when one of them is hugging him as they are hugging him. âUgh get off of me. Youâre the worst.â As heâs tightly hugging them back. Crosshair, honey, why are you like this?
#space chatter#the bad batch#tbb crosshair#crosshair bad batch#tbb echo#echo bad batch#tech bad batch#hunter bad batch#tbb tech#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#wrecker bad batch#I love crossy and I have thoughts of him all the time#this doesnât even scratch the surface about what I think about him
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Moon of the Sleeping
@flash-exchange is probably one of the best things that ever happened to me. Iâve met so many talented people who proceed to go above and beyond with their passion for art, writing and beauty. @ikemendood, I know how much you love Dazai, and I hope that this work captures his spirit even a little bit đ Iâve put the references I used under the cut. The sea divider belongs to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more.
Character: Dazai
Promt: Midnight sun
That night the moon was as bright as the midnight sun. Somewhere close behind you the ship was cracking in the agony, sinking in the dark foam of the furious ocean. Black waters stretched their ugly tentacles, and your lungs were burning from the lack of air. Cold star flames merged into Phoenix, the night sky was on fire. Â
There was no art, no poetry in the endless fabric of black silk. Melanydros. Thatâs how Greeks called it. The ocean roar had deafened you, yet when your tired body found peace in the abyss, your heartâs beat was loud and clear. The requiem of the soul.Â
How unfair.Â
Life was cruel to you, but that was the reason why you cherished it so much. The light of other days flushed in your head, but its rays were too powerless to warm you*. Deep waters catched your last breath, as well as laughter, pain and will. Â
Somebodyâs strong arms tightened around your waist, but the complete darkness of the mad ocean did not allow you to see whether it was the Angel of Life or Death. Amber stars broke into flames, their melancholy reflected in the eyes in front of you.
And then you woke up.Â
Ocean waves, those waves that had resembled merciless snakes in Medusaâs hair only a few hours ago, now were softly caressing your toes. The sun was white at its Zenith, and the sand felt so very real with its salty smell. Hydrangea petals in your palm were whispering secrets, but the ocean wind swallowed those sounds.
My soul is blessed with your presence.
But also
I wish I could forget these feelings. Â
From that time you acquired a habit of coming to the shore every single day. Perhaps, that night was a dream, but then you strove for the dream to be night. Because that was the only way you could meet your savior with a hydrangea flower blooming in his chest. Â
At some point, anger conquered your mind. Why should kindness always exist in secret? Your helplessness was irritating, and it was irritation that made you kick that tiny seashell. Instead of a loud bump, however, you heard soft chuckles. Â
âWhere are you?â you cried while shaking like a sail in the storm.
The laughter repeated, although there was no joy in it. Putting your ear to the seashell, you could hardly sense a wave splash, and then there was that voice that held all the sadness of the world.Â
âMy soul is empty, and my life carries no hope. Youâd better leave me.âÂ
âIf your soul is empty, then take what my soul is full of. If your life carries no hope, then find it in me.â
â...when the moon turns as bright as the sun.â
Withered hydrangea in your pocket turned into a golden dash.Â
That night the moon was as bright as the midnight sun. The sand crunched under somebodyâs feet. Counting your heartâs every beat, you turned around only to sink into the cerise glare of the setting sun. The man in front of you smiled, and it felt cruel.Â
âMy name is Charles-Henry. Are you waiting for me? âÂ
His POV
Legend has it that nobody in the world can be more beautiful than mermaids. Their voices are sweet as honey, their gaze reflects the wisdom of eternity. And yet among all creations of the Heavens it is hard to find a creature more horrible and hideous than a mermaid. Sea runs through their veins, flowers bloom in their chests. With the last petal a mermaidâs soul leaves its body, turning into snow foam.
Pathetic creatures.
Meeting with you was written in the stars, but dear Gods, oh how he prayed to never see your face. You, weak little human who fought against ancient nature. Silly, brave, beautiful creature. There was more honor in your defeat than in his entire being. Â
Dazai, thatâs how the creature called himself, pressed your tiny body to his chest, knowing full well that the blooming flower in it was already shedding its petals.Â
Your stubbornness touched Dazai but at the same time worried him. His efforts to push you back were all in vain. Warm ocean waves that drenched your clothes. Baby jellyfish, they didn't even know how to sting properly. Slimy water plants. Nothing worked.
One day you almost fell into the ocean, slipping on the slippery pier. He had to let it happen. To make you give up on him. But Dazai raised his arm, forcing waves to catch you and push to the shore.Â
What if you were still afraid of the ocean?
Creatures like him deserved neither love nor compassion. They were Godsâ first Galatea, only a mere resemblance of the true perfection. That was the law he thought he was ready to defend.Â
âIf your soul is empty, then take what my soul is full of. If your life carries no hope, then find it in me.â
Bade farewell to any roots of hope within your sorrow. For as it is the sibling of the grief.Â
Evening clouds locked the sky in the gray cell, hiding the moonlight from the shore. Watching you from the boulder, Dazai was ready to join you in the anxious dance of walking back and forth, counting seconds before his revelation. Amber stars in his eyes were wavering with unspoken emotions, too deep to describe, too personal to share. Â
Soon he would show himself to you. Leaving fears behind, bathing in your kindness and beauty. Maybe, even a creature like him was worth the chance? The clouds began to move. He was getting closer to the shore, holding in his hands a treasure. Splash of water. You signed. Dazai raised his hands, palms open. The treasure in them turned silver with the moon finally reining the night.Â
âMy name is Charles-Henry. Are you waiting for me? âÂ
You didn't notice him, and your leaving shadow darkened Dazaiâs soul**. The Hydrangea flower in his hand dropped its last petal, and the void in the creatureâs chest suddenly was hurting. The ocean waves screamed, covering the silence of the lonely clownâs heart***.
âWait, a clown?â
âMy, but this is another story, right? Toshiko-chanâŠâ
You raised your head, watching fire from the mansionâs fireplace throwing shadows on the writerâs face. Amber stars broke into flames, their melancholy reflected in the eyes in front of you.
*âSo gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless raysâ
(Lord Byron Sun of the Sleepless!)
**âFor quickly comes such knowledge â that his heart
Was darkened with her shadow, and she saw
That he was wretched, but. she saw not all.â
(Lord Byron The Dream)
***âBut the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.â
(Lord Byron I Speak Not)
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End Of The World~ Peter Parker
A/N: this story takes place after The War (Infinity War + End Game)
Pairing: Peter Parker x OC
TW: ptsd, panic attacks, fear, swearing
He hadn't lost her. He hadn't lost her. That had been Peter's one reassurance since the events of the horrible Wars and losing his mentor, Tony Stark.
He hadn't lost his crush and childhood best friend, Luna. She had been spared from the dusting and spared from being killed.
He paced the sidewalk in front of May's house, waiting for Luna to arrive. His fingers tore at his hair, something he'd always done but did more often now. His therapist had explained this was one "side-effect" of the PTSD he suffered. That his hands could never stay still.
Peter took in a large gulp of air and glanced in the direction of the street. He hadn't seen Luna since he'd left for battle and fresh tears, which he thought had run dry, filled his eyes at the sight of her rushing towards him.
"PETER," her high-pitched voice screamed, matching his choked out "Luna" as her body slammed into his. Her arms squeezed around his neck, nearly choking him but he didn't care, he couldn't bring himself to care.
He hugged her for all he was worth and collapsed onto the sidewalk, sitting up so she didn't scrape her knees.
"God, Pete, I thought I'd lost you. I thought I'd fucking lost you," Luna cried, pushing her head away from his shoulder and tugging a hand through his hair. That her own curly black hair hung in her face didn't bother her.
Peter shakily pushed the hair out of Luna's eyes and took in every inch of her. If possible, the honey color of her eyes had become more beautiful and brighter in the time he'd been gone. There were a few more lines under her eyes, from stress, he knew. She'd also become thinner, but she was still that fierce friend she'd always been.
"I...I thought you...you were....I thought...god, Luna, I thought I'd lost you," Peter yelled out, catching Luna as she threw herself against him once more. One hand rested on the small of her back and the other played with her hair.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt his shirt become wet with Luna's tears. Losing so much, but he hadn't lost her or May. His two girls.
Luna eventually pulled back from Peter's shoulder but neither of them dared to move from their positions.
"I heard about Tony," Luna choked out, her hands moving from Peter's shoulders to his hair, "I'm so sorry, Pete. He meant so much to you."
Peter sniffled and lifted one hand from Luna's waist to swipe hard at his eyes. He was too happy being back with her to yell at her for mentioning Tony's name.
"He died a hero," he said, settling both hands back on Luna's waist, "a fucking hero. I won't forget that."
Silence finally settled between them, too much left unsaid but neither of them willing to talk. Just being in each other's presence was good, solid, and safe. Rewarding after all the madness.
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Peter jerked awake with a loud gasp and clenched the bed-sheets with both hands. Sweat rolled down his cheeks and his breath came out in shaky waves. The nightmare had returned. Reliving Tony's death all over again.
He kicked off the covers and collapsed onto the floor with a loud bang. He began to shake violently and then started screaming.
"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark! Don't die! Don't die!"
His screams caused his Aunt May to burst into the room with her robe on and rush to Peter's side.
"Pete! Pete, hey, hey, honey, I'm right here."
She kept her distance, kneeling on the floor a few feet away, and kept talking to Peter.
"Remember what the doctor told us, honey? Breathe slowly and deeply."
She winced as Peter screamed again but knew she had to stay calm. Freaking out would only make Peter's panic even worse.
"Breathe, Pete, breathe honey. Slowly in, deep breath out."
She watched Peter's chest rise and fall rapidly, then watched as his breathing became slower.
"Good job, Pete, good job. Slowly in, deep out. I'm going to start counting, alright?"
Peter finally locked eyes on May and held out his hands, tears rolling down his cheeks.
May took his hands in hers and squeezed them, encouraging Peter to follow her breathing pattern.
"Good job, honey, good job."
Finally, Peter's breathing stilled, his shoulders relaxed, and he was able to talk.
"I..I had...I had...I had a nightmare, May," he stuttered, slowly standing up with May's help.
May wrapped Peter in a gentle hug and sighed.
"I know, honey, I know. Do you need to talk about it?"
She felt Peter nod his head against her shoulder and pull away from her.
"I just can see him take his last breath," Peter began, sitting on the bed and leaning into May, "he took his last breath like a hero and I...I couldn't save him. He'd saved the world but we couldn't save him."
May knew how much guilt Peter carried and wished she could fix it for him. But she knew only time and therapy would help him...and so would Luna. She'd seen a huge weight lifted off Peter's shoulders when he found out Luna was alive...that she'd been spared.
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Peter couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand the stares behind sent his way any time he walked into a class room. He couldn't stand the whispered "sorries" or the looks he'd get from teachers. If one more person tried asking him about Tony, he was going to snap.
"I have to get out of here," he whispered to Luna at lunch time, shoving down the guilt of disappointing May, but knowing she'd get it, "I can't stand it anymore."
Luna's parents had been encouraging her to go to school since the whole thing began, and for a split second, she thought about telling Peter no. But then, how could she just abandon him? Damn the consequences, she'd missed enough time, she had to leave with Peter.
She grabbed Peter's hand without word and guided him out of the lunchroom. They passed a few teachers on their way, but all they did was give Peter sympathetic smiles and pats on the shoulder. No one tried to stop them, and Luna wondered if they knew were two of their students were going.
They got out the door relatively unseen and sprinted across the parking lot to Luna's Ford-150 truck.
"Your parents might find out," Peter whispered, looking red in the face and biting his lip as he buckled his seat belt.
"HĂjole! I've missed enough time with you, Pete, screw what happens. What does schooling matter when the world has gone insane and I nearly lost my best friend?"
Luna's voice shook as she sped out of the parking lot and Peter noticed the anger and the tears in her eyes.
The car ride was a comfortable quiet as Luna drove, but there was nothing quiet in Peter's "every-five-second" glances at Luna.
Her hands gripping the steering wheel with enough force to break it, her honey eyes narrowed as she paid close attention to the road, her black hair blowing carelessly in the wind.
"Luna," he said, "I'm sorry for leaving. I..I should have told....told you where I was going....I should have at least said goodbye....I should have done a lot of things differently...."
He didn't notice the car stopping, the only thing he knew was Luna throwing off her seat-belt and her trembling lips.
"Shut up, Pete. Shut up! You fucking idiot, I'm not stupid! I knew you were off to save the world! You were off to save me and May and all our classmates! Fuck, Pete, you're a hero! A fucking hero, you idiot!"
Peter didn't have time to be shocked or be startled before Luna yanked out the truck door and gestured for Peter to follow.
He obediently left the truck and followed her to an oh-so-familiar place. The fields three miles from their home where they were talk and be kids before the war.
"I came here any time I'd get a chance where you were gone," Luna cried, her hands fluttering from her pockets to her hair, staring at Peter with flashing, tear-filled eyes, "because I had to have some part of you! I'd come here wearing that black rose necklace you got me for my thirteenth birthday and talk to you, hoping and praying that whoever up there was listening would bring me back to you!"
She paused to take a breath as Peter stood there, hands at his side, hanging on to her every word. His eyes locked on her face, flashes of tears and love and whatever other word could be used, rushing through his eyes.
"I thought for sure I'd lost you that night, Pete, I thought I'd fucking lost you! That I'd never seen those chocolate eyes again or listen to your stupid jokes or listen to that laugh or feel your arms around my shoulders, Pete! I thought....I thought I'd never get the chance to tell you that I saw you as more than my best friend, that I'm IN LOVE WITH YOU!"
The screams of those last four words hit Peter like a Cupid hitting him with an arrow and he stepped forward to grab her shaking arms. He held them gently, softly, in his own then, lifted her wobbling chin up to meet his.
They started at each other, chocolate eyes meeting honey, best friend meeting best friend, as hearts thumped wildly in their chests. Both of them lost in the moment until finally.....
Luna had her arms around his neck and sparks and fire and pent-up feelings exploded between them as lips connected and tears flowed. Peter wrapped his hands around her back and held her as tightly as he dared.
When their lips disconnected, Luna rested her forehead on Peter's and heaved out a long sigh.
"The world nearly ended, Pete, but..."
"...ours is just beginning," Peter finished as he pulled her in for another kiss.
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OC Dynamics and Feelings
My FL OC's exist in separate universes for the most part, unless it's funnier if they do. And usually it is funnier! So here's some little relationship notes that I've done over the last little bit :3
Leigh and Damodar- Fun fact, these two fucked once! It is something everyone involved wants to forget about. These two show up to the same research parties sometimes and actively avoid each other. So much so that they start heading for a mirror and lapping up Prisoner's honey. Their hands brush as they reach for the mirror at the same time. Leigh winks, as his fight or flight response is to flirt, and Damodar always faints in response. This happens biweekly, because of their demand as Experts in Shapeling Arts and Glasswork.
Leigh and Eliza- Similarly, before characters were established, these two also dated in game! It didn't work out, but Leigh is on good terms with the Definitely Woman Definitely human Definitely Not A Serial Killer Eliza! he explicitly has no idea about either it's other identity OR it's profession. They go to the same parties and flirt in a friendly way, and Leigh never thinks twice about all the people dropping dead at these parties. Leigh's probably been KILLED by Eliza, and believed it hook line and sinker next party when it said "Oh that was my sister, yeah, real nuisance of a girl." he is dumb and will fall for it for eternity.
Leigh and Wadiya- Leigh and Wadiya meet ONLY whenever Leigh manages to acquire a new Partner that is even slightly monstrous, when he walks in for a Nice Date Night and Wadiya is in the act of hunting them. So Far, she has NOT gotten far enough into actually killing his Loves, but it's been close before. Leigh can never convince them to NOT kill his partners, but Wadiya is willing to move them to the bottom of their Infinite List, so it's probably fine!
Leigh and Whism- Whism ate one of Leigh's pet weasels and became briefly possessed by the Fingerking inside. It was traumatic for everyone involved. Whism still does try to break into his house, but he refuses to let them inside again.
Damodar and Eliza- Damodar is one of the very few people allowed to see the Real Cards and to live. Eliza takes great joy in specifically torturing this very damaged man, and loves to torture and kill people RIGhT in front of him, because nobody will ever believe him, and it makes it smile when he looks at them with such extreme Fear.
Damodar and Wadiya- These two exclusively meet in bars, whenever Damodar is drunk and/or lightly intoxicated by honey. Damodar will always start venting and rambling about his brother, Cups, and looking for validation in whatever stranger is willing to listen to him, and asking them if he was right, if he did the right thing, if that is his brother, if he'll ever remember, if it was worth Cups continuing to live, to have his brother returned and immortal... At some point, he'll be interrupted by Wadiya walking into the bar, seeing him sobbing at the counter, and simply calling him "Pathetic." while also pointing at him, and everyone will laugh and boo him and chant "VAKE KILLER VAKE KILLER" at Wadiya, and shower them in praise while Damodar cries even more.
Damodar and Whism- Damodar was mugged outside the bar by Whism.
Eliza and Wadiya- Originally, Wadiya tried to hunt the new Master, and 100% had Cardsy in a Killable Position, but she pulled back its hood and saw the mostly human face and went. "Ew" and walked away. This made Eliza the maddest it has ever been in its entire life. Eliza now makes a point to interrupt Wadiya's hunts every time it sees them, and to try and pick a fight. Wadiya refuses to engage, but it is always very funny for the urchins who witness the New and Amazing Mr Cards screaming "KILL ME YOU COWARD!!!!!!!!" at the local Cool Monster hunter.
Eliza and Whism- Eliza tried to poison Whism once, but they ate all the poisoned treats and asked for the ingredients list because they liked the "funny spices" and Eliza is honestly scared of them now.
Wadiya and Whism- Whism keeps getting reported as a monster by doing freaky Seeker things and Wadiya is used to Rehoming them as just. part of the job.
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You Seriously Called My Wife?
BUCKY BARNES X READER
SUMMARY: Bucky has a hard time opening up to Dr. Raynor about his nightmares. Desperate times call for desperate measures, call in Mrs. Barnes.
Angsty fluff | Slight AU
A/N: my first time writing for bucky in 3 years I'm hella rusty! I'm so sorry.
This was probably the 7th time the air conditioning unit kicked on, Bucky lost count staring at Dr. Raynor who looked equally stern from across the way. The clock ticked, he had a habit of running out time on their sessions. "James, this is getting us nowhere. Don't forget that this pardon is very generous, now tell me, did you have a nightmare last night?" she asked.
Bucky smirked a little, not enough to get her attention "No," he replied simply like all the other times before. Dr. Raynor breathed in deeply, mustering up all the willpower not to reach over the table and beat him across the head with her notebook of power.
She took out the pen from the small slot and clicked it dramatically, narrowing her eyes at him "The notebook thing?" Bucky groans, sinking into the gray couch, his leather-clad hands folding into tight fists. "We talked about the whole passive-aggressive thing Doc."
Dr. Raynor placed the pen on the notebook and reached inside her pocket, pulling out her sleek black iPhone. The pair locked eyes as she dialed a number without even looking "I'm going to need you to come in," she spoke in a hushed tone before hanging up, dropping the phone into her lap.
"What did you do?" The brunette man asks, tilting his head to the side. Dr. Raynor just shrugged, letting the brief silence fill the room until approaching clicks of high heels fill the space. Bucky's blue eyes grow wide "You didn't," he groans.
The metal doorknob clicks open revealing a woman in a white silk long sleeve blouse, a chocolate-colored pencil skirt, and matching brown high heels "Come in Mrs. Barnes," Dr. Raynor smirks.
"You seriously called my wife on me?"
Y/N made her way to the couch, Bucky's eyes narrow and his mouth hangs open in disbelief. She sits next to him, crossing her ankles and leaning against his arm. "let's try this again," she starts, "James did you have a nightmare last night?"
Out of habit, he holds his wife's hand tightly in his gloved one and places their locked hands in his lap. He imagines himself in his bed, Y/N across from him as he cries and tells her about what happened in his dreams last night. He felt at ease.
"Y-yeah."
The doctor's office front glass doors swing wide, the sound of honking yellow cabs drown out the couple as they exit "I want her fired! I can't believe she did that!" Bucky yells as he rushes out, hands on his waist as he stands on the busy sidewalk. Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him to the alleyway.
"You have to talk to her!" Y/N yells in the same angered tone, "she's threatened to bring me in for months and today she finally had to do it! Bucky, you need to talk!"
"I can't!" he yells, slowly pacing in front of her. Y/N folds her arms across her chest and bites down on her lower lip roughly. He can't? What a bunch of bullshit. She stares the super-soldier down as he burns a hole in the ground with his steel-blue eyes.
"You can't?" She says her thoughts out loud, "or you won't, Buck? Is this some manly pride thing because you don't like her?" she shakes her head and leans on the concrete wall.
Bucky stops and looks at his wife with angered eyes, his hands on his hips and his chest puffing. "This has nothing to do with pride, Y/N! I c-can't talk to her about them," his voice went from a strong yell to a gentle whisper as his words fell off his tongue.
"Why not?" she questions with a deep sigh.
"I-I can't talk to her the way I talk to you," he confesses. His eyes soften, he looks like the same broken man at 3 am, pleading for his wife. "I can't trust her the way I trust you."
"Buck," she whispers softly, taking a step towards him.
"She doesn't know me the way you do o-or understand me and what goes on in my head at night." Y/N reaches up and pats him on the shoulder, inviting him in for a hug. The man's arms wrap around her waist tightly, not wanting to let her go. He feels safe, bending down to place his forehead on her shoulder. "I-I'm trying so hard, Doll."
The woman rubs his back gently "I know you are, Honey," she reassures him gently. Bucky starts to tear up, he wasn't lying, he was honestly doing his best to talk to the insufferable woman every week. Being open was never one of his strong suits. "I need you to try a little harder, please Bucky. Do it for me. Us."
He pulls away and looks into her tear-filled eyes "I promise," he says sternly before pressing a loving kiss to her forehead. "I still can't believe she tattled on me to my wife," he mumbled against her skin.
A week has passed since the incident in the ally outside Dr. Raynor's office, the soldier and the psychiatrist sat across from each other locked in a silent battle. "James, when was your last nightmare?" she questions, hand on her pen just in case.
"Last night."
"Tell me about it," she instructs.
Bucky shifts in his seat "I have a proposition," he says.
Dr. Raynor chuckles "It doesn't work that way, Sargent Barnes."
"You'll want to hear this one." She motions his to continue, slightly slouching in her seat. "I will tell you about my nightmares, in all detail that I can remember...if Y/N can be here next to me for it," he offers, trying his best to smile.
The woman smiles, finally a solution that she can work with. She truly cared about the man across from her and if it meant having another person in the room she was all for it "I'll buzz her in."
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes#tfatws#winter soldier x reader#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#the falcon and the winter soldier
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Warnings- child death, divorce
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âMom, dad? I donât understand, whereâs Sara?â I asked I was so young naive all I wanted to know where my little sister went, why she wasnât coming back, but that one conversation it led to a spiral of horrible things to happen to my family. In just four short months my little sister died and then my mom left. âSheâs gone honeyâ my dad said tears in his eyes. âWhere did she go?â I asked dad instantly broke down tears falling down his cheeks.
My eyebrows furrowed together, I didnât understand why dad was crying. âDaddy? Why are you crying?â I asked as I walked up and hugged him. His arms wrapped around me hugging me, holding on for dear life. I always blamed myself for my parents divorce, after that conversation my mom got distant. Barely spoke to me or dad. I also blamed myself for Saraâs death even though it was cancers fault. I always asked myself why her, why couldnât it have been me. Sara was loved by everyone, favored by everyone. If I died no one would of cared, well at least thatâs what I thought when I was twelve.
âI wish I died instead of Saraâ I said one day at breakfast. Mom was still in bed she barely came out of her and dads room. Dad sat across from me panic soon engulfed his face. âY/n honey why would you say that?â He said grabbing my hand âbecause you guys are sad, if Sara didnât die and I died you would be happierâ I said tears welling up in my eyes. âY/nâŠif you died your mom and I would be equally as sadâ he sighed. âMom wouldnât she doesnât even talk to me anymore, she doesnât love me anymoreâ I cried. He quickly got up and walked over to me kneeling down in front of me.
âY/n your mom loves you a lotâ he said I shook my head âshe doesnât act like itâ i mumbled. I could see his heart break just by his face. He instantly engulfed me in a hug. âI love you donât ever forget that y/nâ he mumbled into my hair. After that conversation with dad and I my parents fought nearly every night . I sat in my room listening to my parents scream at each other. âShe thinks you donât love her Diane!â Dad shouted âsheâs our fucking daughter! She thinks youâd rather her to die!â Dad screamed âwhat the fuck to you want me to do jim!â Mom shouted back. âGo talk to her or something! Sheâs going through the same grief we are right now! She barely understand what is happening right now! This is not fair to her, she thinks you donât love her!â He shouted.
It was all my fault, all my fault if I didnât mention anything to dad they wouldnât have fought if I didnât mention anything theyâd still be together. The next thing I heard was a door shame and then my dad walked in the room. âDad?â I said as he walked towards me.
âGet some clothesâ he simply said. I nodded and grabbed a couple pairs of clothes and my favorite stuffed animal and stuffed them in a back pack. Dad grabbed my hand as we walked out of the house and got into his police car. Dad was always my favorite parent maybe it was because he always let me sit up in the front seat when mom wouldnât, mom would always whine about it not being safe but dad was a police officer so he knew what was safe.
âWhere are we going?â I asked âJoyceâsâ he said as he started up the car. Joyce byers, a family friend of ours. My parents had know the Joyce and Lonnie since high school, I grew up around theyâre children will, and Jonathan. Jon was my age while will was Saraâs age.
We pulled up to the byers house, dad carried me up to the door before setting me back down on theyâre front porch. Dad knocked on the door a few times before Joyce opened the door. âOh hey hop, what are you guys doing hereâ Joyce asked âcan we stay the night, um Diane and I got in a argumentâ dad said âoh of course of courseâ Joyce said ushering us in. Jonathan and will sat on the floor coloring, ây/n?!â Jonathan jumped up and hugged me. âWhy are you here?â He asked âthey are gonna stay the nightâ Joyce said to her son. Jonathanâs eyes instantly lit up. âLike a sleep over?â he asked grinning his two front teeth still missing from when he lost them a few months ago. âYep just like a sleep overâ Joyce said. âY/n, you wanna come color with will and I?â Jonathan said taking my hand âyeah!â I exclaimed.
I kinda had a crush on Jonathan all the way up until the 7th grade when I met Steve harrington (my current boyfriend) I was head over heels in love with him from the day we met.
That night dad and I slept curled up on the byers couch, his arms wrapped around my torso holding on for dear life.
âSo you thought it was your fault?â El asked as I showed her a family photo from 1977 a year before Sara died. âYeahâ I mumbled âbut it wasnât?â She asked I nodded âit wasnât but I still thought it was all my faultâ I replied. âDo you still think that?â She asked I shrugged my shoulders âsometimes when I see dad all lonely I just canât help but think that itâs my fault, that I was the reason my family is broken nowâ I replied. âI love you y/nâ el said leaning her head on my shoulder âI love you too Elâ I replied leaning my head on hers. âHey Elâ dad knocked on the door before opening it âIâve got some eggos you want some?â He asked as she instantly sat up and nodded eagerly. âOkay they are on the tableâ El instantly jumped up and ran to the table. Dad walked in and sat down next to me. âYou know none of its your fault honey?â He asked wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me in for a hug. âYou heard that?â I asked laughed as tears âitâs not your fault honeyâ he said pressing a kiss to my forehead. Tears instantly began to fall down my cheeks âawe donât cry honeyâ he said.
âI just I canât help but think itâs my fault. That she didnât love me anymore everything was my faultâ I cried. âNo honey she does love you she did love you even thenâ she said rubbing circles into my back. âI havenât talked to her since I was 12 dad, if she loved me sheâd reach out by nowâ I said. âYou wanna maybe call her, see how sheâs doing?â Dad asked I shrugged my shoulders. âCome on honeyâ he said helping me up.
We walked over to the phone. Dad had to remember for a second before typing the phone number in. The phone rang for a second before she answered âhello? Is this Diane?â Dad asked âhey yeah um itâs Jim, y/n want to talk to youâ dad then handed the phone to me. âUm hiâ I mumbled into the phone. âY/n? Hi oh god how old are you now?â She asked, she asked like she was my aunt a long lost aunt Iâve havenât seen since I was two but no she was my mom, who just decided not to call or try to talk to her daughter.
âSeventeenâ I replied âwow youâre really growing up arenât you?â she laughed âYepâ I said popping the âpâ âyou should really come up to New York, meet your stepdad and half sistersâ she said, wow sheâd already replaced us. âYeah maybe how old are they?â I asked âtwo and sevenâ she replied I could hear the smile on her face. They even had the same age gap between them Sara and I did, five years. I canât help but think if Sara was still alive sheâd be the same age as mike, El, will, lucas, and dustin. They would all be in the same grade probably would have been friends.
âMaybe you could come out for Christmas or thanksgiving?â She suggested âyeah maybe, I really canât leave dad here by himself thoughâ I replied. I wasnât going to mention El, It would be to much of a risk. âOh heâd be fineâ she said, âIâll think about it, Iâve gotta goâ I said quickly hanging up the phone. Tears welled up in my eyes again âwhat is it y/n?â Dad asked. âSheâs replaced us, sheâs got two kids theyâre 2 and seven. Theyâve got the same age gap as Sara and I didâ I mumbled as I hugged my dad.
âOh honeyâ he said kissing my forehead, âshe wants me to come over for Christmas or thanksgivingâ I said âare you going?â He asked âI shrugged my shoulders âmaybe for the first couple days of thanksgiving I donât wanna leave you and el by yourselvesâ I said.
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numbers 22, 40, and 64 with Theo Raeken, please!
Warning: Theo Raeken x fem!reader, oral receiving (f), unprotected sex
Word Count: 1.6k
Prompt #22: "Mine."
Prompt #40: âYou taste like fucking candy.â
Prompt #64: âIâm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.â
It was not supposed to happen like this. The plan was to make it seem like you were together, no strings attached. You both agreed on it just to have something to hold over Scott's head. You wanted Scott to hurt the way he hurt you. Theo wanted power over Scott and what better way than to at least make it seem like he had you. Of course, you did the occasional kissing when it was necessary, but it had all gone too far.
You were in too deep and you did not know what else to do than to back out. You could not fall for someone like Theo. You were ashamed to admit you already had.
"I'm not sure I understand." Theo looked up at you, leaning back in his seat when he pushed away from the table to give you his full attention. "So you're done? Just like that?"
"I'm just tired of trying to get someone's attention who didn't want me to begin with." You shrugged. It was not all a lie. It was partly the truth, but certainly not all of it. You could not bring yourself to tell him that though.
"What's changed your mind?"
"Time and a lot of thinking." You shrugged your shoulders, avoiding eye contact with him.
You could feel his eyes taking you in. He could hear your heart beating faster. He noticed the way your cheeks grew hotter and redder with the longer he stared. He found it cute how you thought you could lie to him.
He chuckled suddenly, twirling his pen in his hand and shaking his head. "Okay. If that's what you want."
There it was again. Your heart missing a beat as you nodded your head. "Yep, that's what I want." Another lie. You shuffled slightly on your feet as you stood in front of him. "Uhh, so uh I guess I'll see you around?"
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He raised an eyebrow and you stared at him for a moment. You weren't sure why he was so concerned with what you wanted.
"I'm sure."
He set his pen down on the table when your heart jumped a third time, rising from his seat and moving around the table to you. His figure towered over you and you swallowed hard.
"Why do you even attempt to lie to me?" Your lips parted at his lips and holding your chin up to keep your eyes on him. "Why don't you start by telling me the truth?"
You mentally cursed yourself for even involving yourself with werewolves. You sometimes forgot about their abilities, their advantages over you. "I-I just can't. Please just-"
You did not have to explain yourself. He could feel the tension in the air. He could tell just by your body language, how you craved to be close to him yet held yourself back. He did not need an explanation for it before he felt it too. He pulled your lips to his, kissing your lips softly and though it was all a surprise, you could not keep yourself from kissing him back.
You kissed him long and hard, your hands falling to his biceps and pulling yourself back from the kiss when you were short of air. Your head was spinning.
His lips peppered over yours still, pressing warm kisses down your neck as his arms pulled your body firmly against his own.
"Theo... we can't- I can't do this..." A soft moan fell from your lips as his teeth grazed over your teeth, nibbling on your skin.
"You can't or you won't let yourself?"
Your breath was caught in your throat as his hands traced the warm skin just underneath the hem of your shirt. You could feel yourself easing in.
"Both." You tried to be firm with your answer, but of course, you didn't.
"But you want to." He reminds you. You open your mouth to protest, but he interrupts. "Look me in the eye and tell me you want me to stop."
He was too close for you to even focus. His warm breath brushing over your face. His large hand holding your chin, stroking his thumb across your bottom lip as your lips parted.
"Just say the word and I'll stop." He reassured you.
He listened to your heartbeat quicken and he waited. You had spent so much time rehearsing what you would say to him, but you never thought Theo would be this close when it came time to say them. Your lips moved to speak, but you couldn't say the words.
He smiled at your struggle and you scowled, pulling him down to you by the back of his neck and kissing his stupid lips. What was even stupider about them was how much you enjoyed them. He smiled against them, kissing you back instantly as his large hands swept you up onto the table after pushing his books aside.
It was easy to forget where you were with Theo, but at this point, you did not care. You did not care you were in the library after hours. You only prayed he did not stop.
His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. He worked quickly to unhook your bra, letting it slide off of your shoulders and down your arms.
Your smaller hands pushed his jacket off of his arms. He dipped down, letting his kisses linger down your chest and kissing over your breasts as you arched your back, pushing your chest against his mouth.
Theo rubbed his hands over your breasts, sucking on your pebbled nipples as his thumb grazed over the opposite nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
He laid your body on the table, leaving scattered kisses all over your body while he caressed your soft skin. "Mine." He mumbled between kisses.
Your legs hung around his waist as his hands moved between you, working to undo your pants and your needy hands helped to slide them off with your panties. He held your legs open, kissing and sucking on your thighs.
You shuttered as his lips were everywhere aside from where you needed the most. He inhaled your scent and smiling at how sweet you smelled. It was enough to make his mouth water.
You could feel his breath against you. He was so close, yet so far you could not stand it any longer.
"Please..." You whimpered, tugging on his hair to pull him closer but he didn't budge. "Theo, I'm begging you... Please do something."
He smiled at your words, running his tongue through the valley between your folds and swirling his tongue against your clit. Your head fell back against the table as your body arched into his mouth.
Your fingers pinched and played with your nipples while his tongue played with your pussy.
You ran your fingers through his hair with your free hand as he holds your thighs open, lapping up your sweet juices as his tongue teases your hole.
Your walls clenched at the tease, making you whine as his dark eyes peered up your bare body at you. âYou taste like fucking candy.â He praised as his arms wrapped around your thighs, burying his face even deeper between your legs.
A string of moans fell like honey from your lips while Theo ate your cunt like a starved man and this was his last meal.
He has awakened every nerve in your body and your climax built in the pit of your stomach, aching for release. Your walls fluttered around his tongue, but Theo pulled back just in time to deny your orgasm.
"Now that's just mean." You pout and he grinned, his chin and mouth shining with your juices.
"I have other plans for you." He assures as he rubs his fingers teasingly over your clit and your hips buck slightly against his hand. "Unless you'd rather cum around nothing. That's no problem."
You shook your head quickly and he smirked at your reaction, rubbing your clit in circles and massaging your sensitive nerve. Your body jolted slightly with every roll of his thumb.
You had not noticed his pants were undone or him pushing them off his hips to let his hardened cock poke at your cunt. "You're so lucky I can barely wait to get inside, or else you'd have some serious begging to do."
You gasped as the tip of his cock pushed through your folds, pressing against your entrance. All it needed was a little push, just one push of his hips and he would be in.
As if he had read your mind, you felt inch by inch of his cock stretching you until you were full with his cock. You moaned out as you clung to his body, pushing his shirt along his chest and pulling it over his head while pulling him into a kiss.
Your breasts bounced against his thrust with every slow and deep thrust, readying your body for the more to come.
âIâm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.â He mumbled, his lips lingering over yours as he pulled your legs around his waist.
He sank into the rest of the way inside, watching your eyes roll back in your head as his thrusts quickened. With every hard thrust, you came closer and closer to see stars.
"Yes, yes, please!" You cried out, your moans echoing through the empty library as Theo slammed mercilessly into your cunt.
You wanted whatever he had to offer. With your brain empty of everything and your body open for him to use, you were ready to forget.
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Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Potter!Reader
Summary: Life is unfair in numerous ways but it seems like itâs out to get the Potters in every way shape and form.
A part of growing up means maturing. Maturing means realizing that the world is cruel and unfair. People die every day without a reason or a why. Children are born into this world every day with love or hatred. Growing up, parents tell their kids, âLife isnât fairâ. No one had experience unfairness like Y/n Potter and Remus Lupin.
He was right there. So close, only a few feet from her arms yet so far apart in that wretched womanâs arms who held him like he was the grossest thing sheâs ever touched. Those enchanting green eyes that glistened with trauma and pain. The brown hair that started to sprout from his scalp, already messy and untidy.
âNo! This isnât fair!â Y/n wailed as Remus held her tight to his chest, âIâm his biological aunt! Please!â
The Minister of Magic was merciless, âAnd so is Mrs.Dursley.â
âSheâs a muggle! Harry is bound to be a wizard!â Y/n cried in contradiction; the feeling to vomit became relentless, âTheyâll torture him. Please, you have to let me have him.â
âWith your current living situation, it isnât safe, Mrs.Lupin.â
Remus grimaced at those words, âMy current living situation? Are you daft!?â
âWith Mr.LupinsâŠâ The Minister pondered, âcondition, it isnât safe for him.â
âRemus wouldnât hurt him.â Y/n sobbed quietly, âHeâs never hurt me!â
âIâm sorry, Mrs.Lupin, but Harry Potter is the safest with Mrs. and Mr. Dursley.â
The gavel was hit upon another circle of wood, adjourning the meeting as a finality. This was it. The fight was over. Harry Potter would grow up in an unloving household that wouldnât be capable of understanding his magic. This was the epitome of unfairness. Remusâ hands were on her waist, her back to his chest while she sobbed, trying to get him to release her.
Eventually, she collapsed to a heap on the floor. Petunia and Vernon, each holding a baby watching the couple. Harry was wailing loudly, and Petunia couldnât get him to settle down, making Y/n only cry harder. The young boy had just begun babbling nonsense due to Siriusâ hard effort to get him to say âPadfootâ. But it was that day he said his first word.
âMoo-me!â Harry yelped, and Remus couldâve sworn his heart shattered into a thousand pieces, âMoo-me!â
The brunet boy was trying to reach for Remus, and he squirmed for the adult male, but Petunia had a tight grip. Y/n could barely hear the little boy's words over her own sobs. Her body ached and shook with every tear that fell. The silver streams stained her cheeks, and her face was a brilliant rose red.
âPlease make it stopâŠ.â Y/n muttered as Remus covered her from the other four people in the room, âIf he says that one more time, I might not be able to handle it. Remus, help me, please.â
Hearing her so desperate broke his heart more. Remusâ body covered hers entirely in their crouched position. Harry was practically attacking Petunia to let him go, to be in the arms that are familiar to him. He didnât like this. He didnât know these people. These people werenât his parents. Where was daddy? Where was mummy? Where was uncle Sirius and Peter?
What he did know was his aunt and uncle were right in front of him. Uncle Moony and Aunt Y/n. He could feel his aunt's sadness, her frustration, her anger. He could sense his uncle's remorse, desperation, and hopelessness. Why were they feeling this way? Why werenât they protecting him? Harry so desperately wished he could speak and say, âHelp! Save me from these strangers!â But all he could get out was âMoo-mee and Teeâ for Moony and Auntie.
Petunia couldnât handle his squirming any longer and allowed him on the floor. Harry was ecstatic with this new change. The boy crawled to the two adults on the floor. Harry could feel the warmth of their bodies before he tugged at his aunt's sleeve. Harry stared into her e/c irises and his uncle's green eyes. Those eyes heâd remember forever, engraved in his memory to never forget. His aunt collected him into her arms. His head pressed to her chest. Harryâs sobs calmed, now in the arms of familiarity.
The scent of chocolate, ink, and books surrounded him. His nose was barely catching the smell due to it being runny from crying. Petunia and Vernon approached them. Remus was hugging his wife and his best friend's son, protecting them from the outside world. Gently Y/n pulled Harry from her chest, leaving him to stare at his aunt and uncle.
Y/n sniffled and wiped his tears from his cheeks like mum used to do, âHarry, I promise you, I really donât want to do this.â
His head tilted in confusion as Y/nâs eyes filled with tears again, âIâll come back for you. Donât doubt that for a second.â
âIf heâs anything like Prongs, heâll always have hope.â Remus commented, making Y/n smile.
âThatâs what daddy used to do to mummy when she was sad,â Harry thought, âhe used to say something to make her smile.â
Despite the soft smile on her face, she had wet trails on her cheeks, âI love you, Harry.â
Y/n kissed his forehead where the lightning scar was placedâhugging him one more time and Remus doing the same as his wife. Harry didnât understand. Where was he going? Why was auntie Y/n letting him go? Why werenât they taking him home? Where was mummy and daddy?! So he began to wail again. Petunia picked him up, and the family of four now started to walk out of the room.
She couldnât even cry anymore. The water that once flowed down her cheeks had stopped. The dam had broken but no longer had water to give. Y/n turned to put her face harshly in Remusâ chest. His arms raked through her hair and rubbed her back. Silent tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, reaching his jawline and falling into Y/nâs hair.
âThat was-â Y/n hiccuped, âthe hardest thing Iâve ever done.â
âI know, darling.â Remus whispered, âHeâs got Jamesâ spirit, and that means he wonât lose hope. Heâs got Lilyâs kindness. Harry will be fine.â
Y/n shook her head, âThatâs not the point. He should be with me. Not that horrid woman.â
âI know. But you and I will get through this.â Remus assured, tilting her head to face him, âWeâve gotten through everything else. We can get through this too.â
Solemnly, Y/n nodded. Remus placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. The room was precise and silent, aside from Y/nâs hiccups. The clicking of a clock could be heard echoing throughout the room. Usually, the sound would bring a sense of solace to Remus but right now, it was a constant reminder that time had gone by. James and Lily were no longer with him. Sirius had betrayed them all, and Peter was dead. Godric, how could this all happen?
Remus flicked his wand from his pocket, apparating them back to their residence. Inside it was cozy and warm. Remus took off Y/nâs coat along with his own as she took a seat on the leather couch. She grabbed her wand, muttering an âIncendioâ to start a fire in the fireplace. Her body was curled up, and Remus placed a blanket over her while he went to the kitchen.
The kitchen was a pale blue with dark oak flooring. The marble countertops and dark cabinets. A brilliant contrast. He could almost hear Jamesâ laugh from when they were painting it together while also hearing Lily and Y/nâs scolding them for making a big mess. It brought an emptiness to his heart, but he filled the kettle with water, allowing it to boil on the water.
Inside the cabinets laid an assortment of tea. Something James and Lily had bought him as a joke. Remus always made tea no matter the occasion. It was so him. James had seen it at a muggle store Lily had brought him for. He had been dying of laughter in the store just thinking about it. It got laughs around the Christmas tree when Remus unwrapped the decorative paper.
Remus grabbed a tea bag for himself while grabbing cocoa powder from the same cabinet and two mugs from their wedding night. The kettle began making a high pitch noise, and Remus poured the water into both mugs. Placing the tea bag in one cup and a couple of scoops of cocoa powder in the other, mixing them both, adding marshmallows to the hot chocolate and whipped cream. He added honey to his tea.
Mugs in hand, Remus walked to the living room. He placed the cups on the coffee table. Coaxing Y/n to sit up and he set the mug in her hand as she sipped it carefully, not to burn her mouth. Y/n leaned her head on Remusâ shoulder, still holding her mug with both hands. The blanket draped across their laps. Remus had the cup in his right hand, his left arm draped around her shoulders, the pad of his thumb rubbing her shoulder.
âI love you.â
âI love you too, Rem.â
The holidays were hard. Almost too hard for Y/n and Remus to celebrate. But despite their pain, they decorated their house with garland, lights, and knickknacks. The Christmas tree sat in the right of their living room, covered in the beautiful colorful lights. Placed upon the tree were ornaments and tiny pieces of tinsel. Beneath the tree held presents for each other and a little boy.
Y/n stood in front of the tree, staring at it with a longing look. Remus walked behind her, putting his arms around her neck gently. Y/nâs hands instinctively reached for his bicep, rubbing it gently. Remus kissed her cheek and placed his head on top of hers.
âI wanna visit him.â
âOkay.â
Y/n turned to face him, âOkay?â
âWhat am I gonna tell you?â Remus joked, âNo?â
âNo. I just- I didnât expect you to agree so fast.â Y/n replied, and Remus cupped her cheek, âHeâs your nephew too. You have a right to see him.â
She smiled, âYeah, youâre right.â
He kissed her forehead, âFirst Christmas without themâŠ.â
âI know.â Y/n said sadly, âIt feels strange not to have James jumping around like a child.â
âIt feels not having Lily in the kitchen trying to make your mums mince pies.â
Y/n chuckled, âShe never got to master them.â
âDonât worry, dear, Iâm sure sheâs up there trying.â Remus replied, smiling, âYou think Peter is trying to steal the batter?â Y/n asked.
âOh, definitely!â Remus exclaimed, smiling more than he had in months, âThat bugger always used to Nick my chocolate at Hogwarts.â
âI dunno how he found my stash every time.â
The couple placed their foreheads on each otherâs, closing their eyes, âWe miss you, James and Lily.â
âWe miss you more than ever.â
Y/n sighed, âI love you guys.â
Christmas morning was dull compared to their regular routine. Y/n was used to having James jump on top of her every Christmas so they can wake up their parents and open presents. Instead, she was woken up with kisses being placed on her neck and shoulder. Y/n turned and was faced with the sleepy face of her husband.
His sandy hair ruffled and on top of the white pillow. Green eyes glazed with a film of sleep. His lips pulled up in an effortless gentle smile. The scars on his face were whiter instead of their usual pale pink. His stubble was growing into full facial hair due to his lack of shaving. Y/n let her hand cup his right cheek, her thumb rubbing his cheekbone.
âYou need to shave.â
Remus chuckled, âItâs Christmas, and thatâs the first thing you say to me?â
âMerry Christmas, you need to shave?â Y/n corrected with a smile, making him laugh, âMerry Christmas, darling.â
They shared a soft and gentle kiss. His lips taking her bottom one, hers taking his top one. Soft and slow. Gentle and sweet. Pulling apart, their eyes fluttered, focusing on one another. Her eyes were so beautiful. Looking into her eyes, Remus could read an endless amount of stories. The gorgeous e/c. His eyes were evergreen. Holding so much love and adoration. She could read him like a book through his eyes.
Christmas meant eating a good meal and sharing kisses beneath the mistletoe. The couple opened each otherâs presents. Y/n earning new books and some of Remusâ old sweaters that she thought he threw away. The last item she received was a maroon and gold jersey. It was her brother's Quidditch Captain jersey from when he played. Remus mustâve found it in the wreckage at Godricâs Hallow.
Remus opened his presents, getting ink, quills, notebooks, and books of his own. Since Remus couldnât work, he always dreamed of writing a book. At Hogwarts, Remus excelled in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he wanted to write a nonbias textbook for it. Y/n always encouraged his dreams and goals. If anyone could do it, it was him.
Left under the tree were three wrapped boxes meant for the little boy. Remus grabbed a tote bag and placed them inside of it. Y/n gripped his hand tightly as they apparated to Privet Drive. They began walking down the street, sweaters on in the snow, while she grabbed his hand tighter.
âWhat if- What if he doesnât recognize me?â
âY/n, he couldnât forget you.â Remus assured as they stood outside house four.
Gently Y/n knocked on the door. It was oak wood, and the house appeared to be at least two stories. Remus kept his hand intertwined with hers as his other held the bag with the boy's presents. Footsteps could be heard walking towards the door. Petunia had opened it to be faced with two young adults.
âMrs. Dursley.â Remus greeted curtly, âMay we see Harry?â
Petunia began to ponder and saw the bag of presents in the man's hand, âSure.â
The woman walked into the hallway and unlocked the cupboard under the stairs. Harry was coaxed out of the storage space, and he turned to the left, where he saw his uncle and aunt. The boy's lips curved into a great big smile. Harry ran into the arms of his aunt, hugging her tightly.
âAuntie!â
Her heart melted, âHey, mini Prongs.â
Harry turned the male beside her, âMoony!â
Remus wrapped his arms around the little boy and picked him up as they walked inside. The three of them sat in the foyer on the floor. Harry sat between Y/nâs legs, his back to her stomach as Remus sat in front of him. Gently Remus disposed of the bag and placed the presents in front of him.
âGo on, Harry. These are for you from Moony and Auntie.â Remus cooed, and Harry grabbed one, gently ripping the wrapping off.
Inside was a baby stag stuffed animal, which Harry hugged close to his chest, âYour dad's favorite animal was a stag. Thought you might want something to remember him by.â Remus stated, smiling sheepishly.
âDaddy?â
âYeah, daddy.â Y/n replied as Harry smiled up at her.
âGo on. Thereâs two more for you, baby.â Y/n pointed at the other two boxes, and Harry began unwrapping another.
This was a tinier box, and inside were golden glasses, âYou donât need these just yet, but these were your fathers. I wanted them to be yours.â Y/n informed him as he placed them on top of his nose.
The final box was mini-figures that Harry could play with in his spare time, which he seemed more than grateful for. Harry was giggling and laughing, happy with all his presents. The boy turned in Y/nâs lap, hugging her as tight as he could. Y/nâs hand rested on his back, and she gently kissed his forehead.
âI love you, Harry. Donât forget that.â
ââOve you too.â Harry replied, having a hard time pronouncing words.
Next, he hugged Remus, who did the same. He didnât want to leave Remusâ arms. He always ran hotter than the everyday person. Remus was a personal furnace. It makes sense why a cold young boy didnât want to let go of the man. Within minutes the young boy was asleep in Remusâ arms.
Petunia came into the hallway an hour later to see Harry soundly asleep in the man's arms, âExcuse me, but Iâll have to ask you to leave.â
âYes, of course.â Y/n took Harry from Remusâ arms and gave him to Petunia, âThank you for letting us see him.â
Petunia took the boy from Y/nâs arms, âYes.â
She put the boy in his bed under the cupboard, making Y/n frown at his living situation, âDo you- Do you think that Harry could stay with us some weekends?â
âNo.â
âOh, okay.â Y/n muttered, âThank you again, but we mustâve overstayed our welcome.â
âOf course.â
Y/n took Remusâ hand as they walked out of the house. They walked to a safe spot to apparate back home. They both took off their coats and placed them on the coat rack. Y/n went to turn on a movie on their television set while Remus made hot chocolate and snacks. Both of them curled up onto the sofa and fell asleep.
Over the course of the next nine years, Harry has been visited by his aunt and uncle on many different occasions. Birthdays, Christmasâs, Valentineâs Day, Halloween, and sometimes just randomly, but he always looked forward to seeing them. Every time without fail, Harry would always jump in Y/nâs arms no matter how old he got.
The warmth and feeling of being safe in her arms brought a sense of comfort no one seemed compared to. She felt like daddy. His radiate smile, his incredibly warm body, the smoothness of her voice, the glitter in her eyes, her untied hair. Auntie Y/n felt like James. But no matter how hard he tried, she never was dad exactly, but she was auntie. Y/n was his dad's sister, and for now, thatâd have to do.
Of course, uncle Moony felt the same. But there were some days he didnât show up, much to Harryâs displeasure. Harry loved sleeping in Remusâ arms when he was a young toddler. The chocolate, ink, and parchment smell always filled his sensitive nose with such a safe feeling. Harryâs favorite time of year was Christmas when Petunia would make hot cocoa, filling the room with its sweet sense. Although he never got a cup of it himself, the smell brought a sense of comfort. As if uncle Moony was embracing him tightly on all sides.
When Harry reached eleven, owls began delivering envelopes to Privet Drive number Four. But it seems that uncle Vernon refused to let him open any of them. He did whatever he had to, blocking the mail slot in the door, burning the letters, even going as extreme to leave the house. Where inevitably Hagrid - gamekeeper - at Hogwarts came to retrieve him and give him the letter.
He couldnât believe it. He was a wizard! All this time being belittled by Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley, he finally felt special aside from those times with his other family. Harry had a chance to prove himself to be great. To prove himself that he wasnât just a bug on the ground to be stepped on. Only one thought crossed his mind though.
âI canât wait to tell aunt Y/n and uncle Moony.â
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Worst Behavior - Chris Evans smut
The one where it was supposed to be a sex scene, but Chris fucked you for real - and he didnât care that your boyfriend was watching
Warnings: infidelity (reader cheats on oc boyfriend with Chris), smut, exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, angst.
Word count: 1.7K
A/N: thank you to my ride or die, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blogâ for looking this over and giving me her thoughts about it. Writing is such a better process with you to scream about it!
Chrisâ P.O.V.
I was seething when I burst through her trailerâs door, so out of my mind that the sight of her raising a hand over her heart, clearly startled, didnât make me feel even remotely guilty.
âSo this is it, huh? Weâre gonna film this one last scene, and then youâll be back by his side, like you and I were nothing, like I never even mean anything to you.â Somewhere inside my troubled mind, a tiny, still emotionally sober part of me saw her wiping a stray tear after it immediately fell from her eye, clearly not wanting to show this sign of weakness in front of me.
But again, I was too out of it to care. I wanted her to hurt, I wanted her to feel the pain that I was feeling, after all she put me through. How could she expect me to leave this set like I was the same man that met her? She had fundamentally changed me, by showing me how to love and be loved, how it was possible to find in a single person the answer to all of my needs and desires for my future.
I couldnât just go on pretending I didnât know what I knew now. But thatâs what she intended to do. She wanted to leave and keep living in the pretense that nothing had changed, that she was still in love with the man waiting for her on set.
I knew for a fact that wasnât the case. I knew it because there was no way my feelings were one-sided, no way everything we had gone through had only mattered that much to me. I knew her, probably better than I knew myself. And I knew this was all just fear and anxiety, clouding her mind and stopping her from going after what she truly wanted.
Unfortunately, the only way I could process these emotions at the moment was through anger.
âIs that how you see me?â Her sweet voice surprised me, I didnât expect her to actually respond to my hurt-filled accusations. âDo you think Iâm that cruel, that I would just be able to⊠to leave and forget you like this?â
I huffed, too inside my own mind to relent now. Yes, this is how I saw her, at least at that moment. She was the cause of my hurt, because she was the object of my desires.
âYouâre doing this out of your own free will,â I reminded her. âDonât try to pretend youâre just some innocent little victim in all of this. You have our fate in your hands, and youâre deciding to let it all go to waste.â
At the sight of tears rolling down her cheeks, my decision to leave was made even before she ordered me out of her trailer. I couldnât stand to see her cry, couldnât deal with the knowledge that I was the cause for it.
So, once again, I turned that distress into anger.
Y/Nâs P.O.V.
The air was chilly on set, and the fact that I was practically naked under the robe didnât help. Neither did the tension between Chris and I. I wanted to make things right, I wanted to reach over and run my hands over his shoulders, relax the muscles Iâd come to know so well. But I couldnât do that right now. Not with my boyfriend watching us.
So I resigned myself to fiddling with my fingers as we waited for the set to be ready. Since it was one of those artistic sex shots, it would be filmed from a distance and there wouldnât be any lines or sounds that we had to make, just movements to simulate. Which meant that the few people that were allowed to stay on the set had to watch the whole thing unfold from afar, and we would be free to fake having sex while they filmed us.
I donât think I realized this could very well be the last time I had Chris this close to me until I had his mouth on mine again. I could still feel the emotions from earlier that day right beneath the surface, boiling his blood as he buried his hand on my hair and devoured my lips like heâd done so many times before.
Good thing the scene called for desperation.
I kissed him back just as desperately, wanting to enjoy every second of this experience, even if it wasnât exactly what I desired at that time. Chris always kissed me so well, guiding me to where he wanted, and in no time at all he had me sprawled on the bed, underneath his larger body. I couldnât help but to moan lowly when his lips attached themselves to my jaw, and I felt his smirk against my skin.
I couldnât blame him. The effect he had on me was incomparable. He had every right to be smug about the sounds he could pull from me, Lord knows Iâd cried out his name enough times to permanently puncture my own ear drums.
And still, it didnât seem like it would be enough. The more he touched me - even if it was under a blanket, for a scene - the clearer it became that it could never be enough. I still wanted him. I wanted him forever, in fact.
But just as the realization occurred to me, his thumb slipped over my covered clit, pressing on the little nub and making me jerk away in surprise. âShhhâŠâ He directed, making sure to cover my face with his bicep so the camera wouldnât catch my shock. âJust relax so it doesnât hurt.â
I didnât understand what he meant until I felt him pulling the flimsy excuse of underwear aside. Thatâs when my cunt pulsed, just before he positioned his cock and easily slid right into my wetness.
The feeling of his thickness was too much, especially when I wasnât expecting it. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and he moved his arm so the camera could see it, but also turned his head to the other side so they wouldnât notice his lips moving as he murmured to me, âCareful, sweetheart. Canât make any real sounds. Not like the ones I usually pull from you. Wouldnât want your boyfriend to realize that weâre actually doing it, huh?â
Chrisâ P.O.V.
My desire for her ran so deep, I could hear my blood pumping in my veins as I fucked her right in front of her boyfriend. Right in front of everyone from the filming crew, for the camera to see.
I took sick pleasure in knowing this moment would be eternalized for history. Everyone would see just how pretty she looks for me and only for me, and no one would ever know the truth.
No one would ever know the truth. That I had her, that she was mine, but only for a bit. That I got to hold her, and have her screaming my name, but Iâd never get to hear it again. Iâd never get to have her again.
I didnât want to have to pretend that I forgot it. Like I didnât know this other side of her, that we never shared these sexual experiences that felt much more intimate than anything Iâd ever shared with anyone else before.
It was hard to pretend that I didnât care underneath the mask of a character that cared too much, because I was that character. I loved this woman just like he did, and I wanted to show her just how much.
Iâd looked for her in everyone Iâd met before. Slept with so many women, went out on so many dates, and now here she was, clenching around my cock, reaching for my hand and still, she wasnât mine.
How can you keep looking for the love of your life if youâve already met them?
And even if there was emotion - and there was so much emotion, ours or of our characters, it didnât matter anymore - this felt so dirty, dirtier than anything else weâd ever done before.
Iâd had her in so many ways, and still, having her now, right in front of him, brought new feelings I never expected to feel. And I couldnât suffer through them alone. I needed to make sure sheâd acknowledged it too.
âHe has no idea, you know,â I whispered, low enough so the only person who could hear was her. Her eyes met mine in surprise, but she kept in character, while I took advantage of my position to taunt her more. âNo one has. No one knows you only look like this when you have my dick inside of you.â
A moan broke free from her, making me smile inwardly even though I couldnât smirk like I wanted to. I let go of one of her hands to push a few strands of hair away from her face, so both the camera and I could get a good vision of her expression.
âYouâre such a good girl for me, honey. He could never get you like this. Only I can do that.â The way she clawed at my back made it obvious that I was right. And still, the reality of our situation didnât allow for me to feel any sort of pride in that.
I didnât want to stop. I didnât want to cum and have to pull out of her, let her go back to him and their life as I was left by myself. âI canât let you go,â I admitted, and her eyes opened up to meet mine, a slight sparkle of understanding in them. âNot like this,â I continued. âNot ever.â
And still, my hips picked up the pace and brought us to that old familiar high, right when I came to terms with the fact that Iâd have to leave her. âBaby,â I whispered, this time knowing the microphone would pick it up.
Our eyes connected once more, but this time, there was mostly pain, from my gaze and from hers. I stood there for as long as I could, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, until the directorâs voice freed us from the scene, and then I was forced to leave.
Before I did though, I had one last thing to say.
âI donât want to have to miss you.â
One thing was certain. It would be impossible to remain professional during the press conference.
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BY THE SEA, SATOSUGU
you and your two husbands decided to retire from the jujutsu world together and live by the beach, with your family. [ always the bridesmaids never the bride alternative ending ]
â â â You heard about what happened to one of your lovers, Geto Suguru â what he did to the villagers, how he killed them en masse. You don't believe what Yaga says, you don't believe what the higher-ups scream at you â saying that the current Geto Suguru is a criminal and a murderer. You covered your ears so tightly that you didn't hear anything â not even Satoru's cries every night in the silence of the night.
â â â You ran, kept running and running, carrying your feet to Suguru. You have to see him, you have to hear everything from him. He should say that everything was just a misunderstanding and he didn't do anything and looking at you with his purple eyes, he should tell you that everything was just a misunderstanding â you hope. You keep running no matter your heart starts to deflate and constrict, you can't stop running, too afraid that if you stop then everything will come true. You don't care about the heat of the sun piercing your skin.
â â â You arrive at a temple that is familiar to you. Seeing the building makes it even more impossible to breathe. You pushed open the large wooden door with force. Your steps stopped when you saw a black-haired man standing not far from you with a gojo-kesa covering his tall body. You'd recognize that back anywhere, you'd recognize his scent anywhere.
â â â Geto Suguru.
â â â Suguru turned around and he smiled when his eyes caught your figure. He smiled warmly until his eyes formed a thin curve. He opened his arms wide, welcoming you with all his heart. You didn't have a second thought to run up to him and jump into his armsâ so hard that his body stumbled back a little and like honey, he chuckled sweetly. âEasy there, princess,â he whispered into your hair, so very softly. One hand hugged your back while the other stroked your hair.
â â â Suguru closed his eyes and took a deep breathâ trying to fill his lungs with your scent. Maybe this was the last time he could hold you this close, he knew. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his nose there. He feels short of breath, but he feels like he still has to breathe, keep taking in breaths until all he can think about is your scent, you. He forced his body to remember your smell, every inch of his body, so he wouldn't forget. Hopefully, if he doesn't have you by his side anymore, he can still feel your scent, he has to remember your scent. So that he is fine being away from you. So that he doesn't run towards you when he feels he can no longer smell your scent.
â â â Suguru pulled his face away from you as he listened to the sad sounds that came out of your sweet mouth. Your stomach and his stomach were still touching beneath the cloth you were wearing when he lifted your lowered faceâ too sad to look at him. Suguru looked at your face and he realized a few things. He could see the eye bags hanging ugly under your beautiful eyes, there were slight wrinkles on your forehead, and you looked very, very tired. And he couldn't deny your rosy cheeks were wet with tears that didn't seem to stop.
â â â âOh, my love,â he whispered.
â â â He felt his heart break when he saw you pull your lips straight, letting out a sob that was forcing its way out, for him to hear. Suguru stroked your wet cheeks with his thumb. âYou left, I â I was gone for one day and.. and you're not there, youâ why?â how?â you stammered, still reluctant to look at the man in front of you. Suguru chuckled, he couldn't help it, you looked so cute right now. Hearing the chuckle of the man in front of you made you suddenly raise your head, looking at him. âThat's not funny!â you said and hit Suguru's arm which made the man laugh again.
â â â âI'm sorry, my love, you just look so cute right now,â he said, smiling and hugging you again. You hugged his waist and pressed your cheek against his chest. âThey called you a criminal and you are a mass murderer who killed a whole village,â you said which made Suguru smile bitterly and sigh softly. He kissed her head for a long time before saying, âI'm sorry, my love, I'm doing a bad thing,â he said quietly. Your tears broke even more as you began to be forced to accept that everything was true and Suguru was a criminal now. So you buried your face back into his neck, crying loudly.
â â â Suguru tightened his arms around your small body and pressed his cheek against your head. He lets you cry your heart out. That's all he usually does. âI'm so sorry,â Suguru whispered. It hurt him, hearing how sad your crying sounded. It made him break into pieces, knowing your heartbroken cries were now he is the cause. But again, he couldn't do anything. âWhy?â You looked at him with your wet face and red eyes. Suguru cupped one of your cheeks while one of his hands still hugged your waist.
â â â âI'm sorry, my love, I just can't wear a heartfelt smile in this world, not anymore,â he saidâ shaking his head slowly and smiling faintly. âYou don't have to, just talk to me, to Satoru, come back to us, I'll listen, we'll listen,â you say, almost pleading. âStop this, and come back, let's run away and live together, I'll convince Satoru. Let's get out of this world, we can live at the beach house far away from here and make a family, and have cats, like you always wanted, hm?â You smiled, even though your eyes continued to shed tears. You took forceful steps to get closer as if there was some distance you still had to cover from your body which was already attached to Suguru.
â â â Suguru was silent.
â â â Oh, how he always dreamed of starting a family with you and Satoru, living in a house by the beach and having several cats. He wanted it so much that his heart screamed about it. Leaving the world of Jujutsu and living as a normal person in general.
â â â âLet's live like a normal person, without curses, nothing,â you said. Your soft voice called out to him, making him flutter and he could feel the warmth slowly embracing his long-cold body. âThat sounds perfect,â he whispered and smiledâa genuine smile. He grabbed both of your hands, clenching them in his fists. He kissed your hand several times with his purple eyes continuing to stare at you. Full of tenderness, full of affection.
â â â He kissed your forehead warmly, âLet's do it.â
â â â âGeto-sama..â
â â â You hear a child's voice. Turning your head to where the voice came from, you saw two little girlsâone with dark brown hair with a green hoodie and the other with light brown hair with a yellow hoodie, they had short hair in the same style. When you saw the two little children you realized something, they were the little children your lover savedâ Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba. You turned your gaze to Suguru who was already looking at you with a small smile. âAre they..?â Suguru nodded.
â â â You let go of your arms around Suguru's neck and stepped over to the two little girls. They seemed hesitant when you stepped forward, as they looked at Suguru as if asking for reassurance, to which the black-haired nodded. You crouched in front of them, holding each of their cheeks which made them lean into your warm touch. Seeing this, your tears broke out again, you couldn't help it. Your head fell to your bent knees, your forehead pressed there with your hands holding the two little girls' cheeks. They looked at you with confusion and curiosity, not understanding why you were crying so bitterly.
â â â They looked at you and Suguru who was still standing behind you alternately. Hesitantly their small hands touched your shoulders before stepping closer and hugging youâboth of their chins resting on your shoulders. You greeted them by wrapping your arms around their waist, pulling them closer. Suguru just smiled faintly, sadly. All he could hear were your sobs, cutting into his skin every second. You remained in your position for a few moments before the small arms holding you were replaced by Suguru's muscular arms.
â â â He put one arm around your backâhelping you to stand. âOh, my love. What a beautiful thing you are,â He said softly, and who knows how many times he cupped your cheeks and ran his two thumbs across your cheeks. Suguru always thought that you were very beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even when you were crying ugly like now. He loves how your cheeks look red when you cry too much. Too pure and innocent, making him want to continue protecting you.
â â â He likes to call you 'my love'. He says that you are his love, you are millions of feelings in one feeling. You are like a rainbow in the storm. He said that his love was given out for you and Satoru, love you both so full that there was no love left for him to the world. People say that a lifetime is very long, but Suguru can trade anything so he can get that lifetime. Even though he had to become a criminal and commit a mass murder. And he would gladly do it many times, if, in the end, he could spend all his breath with you and Satoru.
â â â Suguru pressed his lips to yoursâ kissing them gently, typical of Geto Suguru. He is full of tenderness. He kissed you, gently but you could feel his misery, how several times he had to pause between kisses just to swallow his sobs. He pressed his forehead against yours after pulling his lips away, but you could still feel his soft breath on your face.
â â â âLet's do that, you, me, Satoru and the kids. Let's run away where no-one knows our name yet, where we can camp out in the open and see the stars, where we can tell each other hopes and dreams without feeling scared, it will be hopeless. We'll own nothing more than we need,â he said quietly as you watched Suguru's tears fall down one cheek. You nodded, âLet's run away together.â
â â â Suguru smiled faintly.
â â â âWould you do me a favor before that?â
â â â âWhat is it?â
â â â Suguru moved his forehead away from yours to look at you more clearly. One arm wrapped around your waist as he tucked your hair behind your left ear. âCan you wait for me, my love?â he asked. You were silent for a moment and lost in his purple eyesâ you found nothing but calm and confidence. So you nodded, making Suguru's thin smile widen slightly. âStay with Satoru while I make a better world for us, so I can give you the world that I know you deserve, would you do that for me, my love?â
â â â âWait for me?â
â â â âOkay,â you whispered. âI'll wait for you.â
â 2009
â â â You blinked several times, and when your vision cleared, the first thing you saw was the ceiling of your room. Small white stars with blue, purple, white, and pink lights filled the ceiling, resembling the Aurora Borealis. You glanced to the left and right, noticing the empty spaces beside you. The spots where Satoru and Suguru usually lay were vacant. You touched both sides with your handsâthey were cold. A sigh escaped your pink lips as the loneliness washed over you.
â â â âThe candle!â Oops!â
â â â âSatoru!!â
â â â âGod! you're useless, I told you we should only ask Geto-samaâ aw!â
â â â âHey!â
â â â âMegumi, that's not niceââ
â â â You sat up in bed and swung your legs over the side. As you sat there, you furrowed your brow and raised your eyebrows in confusion upon hearing the sound of whispers, almost like shouting, coming from outside your room. The strange mixture of hushed tones and urgency made you strain to listen more closely, trying to catch what was being said.
â â â âQuiet down, you'll wake her up,â Suguru's voice suddenly cut through the whispers. Confusion gripped you as you wondered what your two lovers were up to. âGuys?â you called out from inside the room. Almost simultaneously, you heard a loud curse from Satoru, followed by what sounded like a forceful punch from Suguru. You knew Suguru didn't tolerate Satoru's swearing, especially not in front of the four little ones.
â â â âIs everything alright? I willââ
â â â âYes, my love! Please stay in bed!â Suguru's voice rang out loudly. You, who had just begun to lower one leg from the mattress, quickly withdrew it back under the blankets. Moments later, you heard footsteps approaching.
â â â âHappiest mother's day!â screams filled the room.
â â â âAnd happiest birthday!â
â â â Your eyes widened, mouth agape in surprise as you beheld six figures standing before you, all radiating immense cheerfulness. Among them were two men and four small childrenâthree girls and one boy. Satoru held aloft a small banner adorned with 'Happiest Mother's Day' in pink and white, while a little girl named Tsumiki proudly displayed a matching banner that read 'Happiest Birthday'. Their smiles were wide and infectious, filling the room with warmth and joy.
â â â They eagerly climbed onto the bed, surrounding you with excitement. Suguru settled on your right side, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Everyone, put these on," Satoru instructed as he approached with paper cone hats in hand. One by one, he distributed the hats to each person. "Let me help you, darling," he said warmly, placing a pink crown-shaped hat on your head along with a matching sash that read âBirthday Girlâ, causing your smile to widen even more. Once everyone was adorned, Satoru took his place on your left. Together, they began clapping in rhythm, singing the happy birthday song to you.
â â â âYou guys are so sweet,â you expressed with a smile, glancing at each person around you in turn. Suguru leaned in and gently kissed your cheek. âHappiest birthday, my love,â he murmured. Satoru followed suit, planting a kiss on your other cheek. âHappiest Mother's Day, princess,â he said affectionately. The little boy in front of you spoke up shyly, complimenting you. âYou look beautiful, mom,â he said, still adjusting to the new nickname. âThank you, sweetheart,â you replied, brushing your hand against his cheek. The black-haired boy blushed and turned away bashfully.
â â â Seated before you were four small children: Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Mimiko, and Nanako Hasaba. Their eyes were fixed on you, gleaming with a sparkle that caught the reflection of candlelight, enhancing their innocent and adorable appearance. They gazed at you attentively, their expressions filled with curiosity and a hint of excitement, as if awaiting your next move or words.
â â â Megumi, a lively 6-year-old boy, reached out his hand, presenting a red cake adorned with tiny white hearts. On top, the words âI love you momâ were written in matching colors, adding a heartfelt touch. Meanwhile, Nanako, a girl around the same age as Megumi, mimicked his gesture. She proudly displayed a pink cake decorated with blue and purple flowers, along with the message âHappiest Birthday, Momâ in white frosting. A soft chuckle escaped you as you noticed their attempts at decorating the cakes, evident in the slightly messy handwriting and the charmingly uneven flower patterns.
â â â âGo ahead and blow out the candle,â Megumi urged, his words echoed by the other three children. âDon't forget to make a wish, Mom!â Tsumaki chimed in enthusiastically. Still smiling warmly, you closed your eyes and clasped your hands together, forming fists. In the quietness of your thoughts, you immersed yourself in a moment of prayer, overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude that filled your heart. Right now, there was nothing more you desired than to remain exactly where you were.
â â â You opened your eyes and gently blew out the flickering candles, prompting cheers of joy from everyone present. Suguru stepped forward, carefully taking the cake from Megumi's hands and placing it on a nearby table within reach of your bed. The room was filled with warmth as laughter and conversation flowed freely throughout the night. Together, you all cherished the moments, celebrating not only your birthday but also the essence of Mother's Day, creating cherished memories that would last a lifetime.
â 2019
â â â âSatoru, stop running!â you shouted from the kitchen.
â â â You can only shake your head and laugh when you hear the laughter of your 3 year old child in the arms of Satoru, your husband. âHe stresses you out so much, I'm afraid my baby is gonna come out sooner than it should be,â Suguru said as he entered the kitchen. You chuckled at his ridiculous statement and hit him lightly on the shoulder. He approached you to kiss your cheeks and stomach alternately.
â â â âPlease hang on a little bit more, baby,â he whispered against your stomach. You are currently pregnant for the second time. And this time, it's Geto Suguru's. It's been 9 years since you, Satoru and Suguru decided to leave the world of Jujutsu. Away from Tokyo to live in a world where no one knows your name, become a normal society like everyone else. You, Satoru and Suguru chose to get married a year later.
â â â Hold a wedding attended only by the people closest to you at a house on a beach, a house that will be the place where you spend the rest of your life. A house by the beach with just you and your family as far as the eye can see. With the four little children that Suguru and Satoru raised you were happy to care for like your children. You have 3 cats, black and white. Just as Suguru wanted.
â â â And you feel so very happy now that you feel guilty because you have such a perfect life. You feel guilty for your friends who still risk their lives just to kill the curse so that the world can be better. You still felt guilty for bringing the most powerful sorcerer to spend their lives being ordinary people, instead of being the strongest they should be.
â â â Satoru and Suguru always assured you that the life you were living now was the life they always wantedâto be normal. And you try not to care about your thoughts anymore.
â â â âYou daydreaming again, love, what's in that pretty little head of yours?â
â â â Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Satoru's voice. He looked at you who was now smiling and shaking your head slowly. You were too busy with your thoughts to notice Suguru was no longer in the kitchen and didn't notice Satoru's arrival. âIt's nothing, baby,â you say. He raised his eyebrows and stepped closer until he was standing in front of you. âYou sure, honey?â he asked as his fingers caressed your cheek. You nodded and stood on your tiptoes to peck his pink lips brieflyâmaking him smile.
â â â Satoru cupped your cheeks and bent his head to kiss you. Your lips moved to follow Satoru's soft lips. You can taste the sweetness of the strawberries and cake in his mouth. Satoru and his sweet tooth. You kissed for a while before finally pulling away when Suguru's voice was heard.
â â â âHoney, they are here,â he said.
â â â âOh? I think they're not going to be here until 2 more hours," you said and took the pie that you deliberately kept in the refrigerator before Satoru finished it. âYeah, they chose to come early this time,â Suguru answered as he took the pie in your hand. Satoru put his arm around your waist as he helped you walk down the stairs after exiting the kitchen. The three of you walked towards the beach.
â â â Far ahead you can see people who are very, very familiar to you. You waved with a big smile on your face. âGod, I miss you guys so much!â you said and wrapped your arms around Shoko. âI miss you too,â she said. âI haven't seen you in a year and now you're pregnant again, Y/n? Who is it this time? I hope it's not Satoru's, I can't imagine another copy of that idiot,â Utahime said making you laugh. She hugged you for a moment.
â â â âHey! What was that supposed to mean? Utahime, you're just jealous because no man wants to be your boyfriend because you're mean. You're a big bully,â Satoru said in disapproval and hugged you. This made Utahime cross her arms in front of her chest and look at Satoru with raised eyebrows. âYou're almost 30 and now looking at youââ She said and pointed Satoru up and down. âAct your age, I can't believe our lovely Y/n wants to marry you,â she said, getting more sassy with each sentence.
â â â Satoru gasped, âYou bitch.â
â â â âIt's Suguru's,â you said, interrupting your husband before a fight broke out. âOh thank God, at least you're gonna have another normal person in your house,â she said and let out a sigh of relief. You and Suguru just laughed. And Satoru and Utahime started arguing again. That's all they do every time they meet and you can't voice any complaints, you can only let them be.
â â â âY/n!!!!!â
â â â A scream was heard making you turn your gaze towards the sound. You can see Nobara, Maki, Yuji, and Panda running towards you at full strength. Behind them were Megumi, Toge, Yuta and Nanami who were walking casually. Your body stumbled backwards when the four people crashed into you, luckily Satoru and Suguru quickly stood behind you and stopped you from falling backwards.
â â â âGuys! Please be careful with my wife, she's pregnant okay? God, these kids!â Satoru said and helped you stand up straight. The four teenagers just chuckled and muttered sorry. âHow are you guys?â you asked kindly. âWe're good! we miss you so much! Nobara doesn't want to shut up about missing your cookies, it's getting annoying,â Yuji said before he hugged you briefly and kissed your cheek. âYou're the same,â Megumi finally said when he was in front of you and rolled his eyes briefly. He greeted you with a hug and rubbed your stomach for a moment. âOh shut up! You, yourself can't stop talking about missing your mom,â Yuji replied, not accepting it in which getting a slap on his head from the spike-haired boy.
â â â âY/n, how are you?â
â â â Nanami came over to give you a hug and a kiss on your stomach afterwards. âI'm doing fine, honey, how's yours?â you asked and kissed his cheek too. âGoodââ his words trailed off as he lowered his gaze to stare at your stomach. âAgain?â he asked which made you laugh. âWhat do you mean, again? it's only been the second time,â said Satoru in response.
â â â Nanami raised both eyebrows, âI hope it's not yours,â he said throwing Satoru a look. An annoyed groan came out of your husband's mouth and he let go of his arms from you. âNo, Nanami, it's not mine, it's Suguru's,â he said irritably. Just like Utahime, Nanami breathed a sigh of relief. âOh thank God!â Satoru clicked his tongue in annoyance and stomped his feet on the sand as he walked away, leaving you and Nanami alone.
â â â âGod, he's like a child,â he said.
â â â You just smiled looking at Satoru's back facing you as he chatted with Yuta, Toge and Yuji. Nanami led you to sit on one of the chairs and he sat himself next to you. In front of you, you can see Shoko, Utahime, Nobara, Tsumiki and Nanako playing in the water with your 3-year-old child. His blue eyes formed crescent moons as he laughed in Shoko's arms. His white hair moved here and there due to the gentle wind. A sweet smile perched on your face at the sight.
â â â âHe looks just like Satoru,â Nanami said so you turned your gaze towards him for a moment then nodded. âHe is, especially his smile, just like his father,â you said softly. And there was silence for a moment, both you and Nanami were just silent. The sound of the waves, the sound of people talking and the sound of laughter that only you can hear and you feel happier than before. Having your family and friends gather. It was almost like a routine.
â â â Megumi chose to follow Jujutsu and when summer comes, he will return, along with his friends and also your friends and your two husbands. And you'll be spending time at the beach all summer long. Without thinking about the curse, without thinking about the higher-ups, without thinking about anything, just spending time like a normal person in general. And you will always open your arms wide to welcome them, as will your two husbands.
â â â âYou look very happy, even happier than I've ever seen you,â Nanami said. Hearing what he said made you look back at him. However, Nanami only focused his gaze on your two husbands who were busy talking and joking with Yuta, Yuji, Toge, Megumi and Panda. You smiled at your two husbands.
â â â âI always knew that you would marry one of them, but I didn't expect that you would marry both of them and become pregnant with their child, especially Satoru,â he said. The corners of his lips lifted slightly upwardsâ smiling faintly. âBut I can see how they make you happy,â he continued. He was silent for a moment before he looked at you.
â â â âThe three of youâ I want to do what you do, later, I'm gonna stop being a Jujutsu sorcerer and live by the beach, away from here. I've bought a lot of books that I haven't read yet, I want to read page by page while sitting on the sand," he said with admiration. His eyes looked straight ahead, looking at the crashing waves under the blue sky. Hearing what he said you smiled faintly.
â â â âHave anywhere in mind?â you ask.
â â â He looked at you, smiled while nodded his head, âMalaysia, Kuantan,â he answered. You extended your hand towards him which Nanami happily took, holding it gently.
â â â âYou should go for it, totally,â you said.
â â â âI will.â
â â â You sighed and leaned back on the chair you were sitting on. Your two hands rubbed your stomach which was now growingâ 1 month away before mini Suguru came out into the world. Your heart feels warm just remembering it. Nothing in the world can replace what you have. After everything you, Suguru and Satoru have been through, you feel grateful that you are still together. Your love is getting stronger every day and nothing can change that. You feel like you are the luckiest girl in the world to have what you have now.
â â â You realize that not everything in life has to be a beautiful story, you can't skip chapters. You have to read every line and meet every character. Some you may not be able to enjoy, and maybe some want to make you cry on the floor and beg you to no longer be in this world. But with Satoru and Suguru, you are sure you can get through anything, as long as you are together.
â â â âMommy!â
â â â You opened your arms wide to welcome your child who was running towards you. Satoru and Suguru trailed behind him. âDid you have fun, baby?â you asked as you wrapped your arms around his small body and pulled him close. âYes!â he said making you chuckle. Suguru sat himself down next to you. The black-haired man put his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek briefly. While the white-haired man lay down with his head on your thighâ he looked up at you
â â â âMy beautiful wife,â he said.
â â â Give you a flying kiss. âMy handsome husband,â you said in reply and brushed his white hair back. Mini Satoruâ he pushed Satoru's head off your thigh and took your hand, placing it on top of his head. âMe, me, me,â he said and moved your handâgesturing you to rub his head. âHey!â Satoru got up and sat down, throwing his son an offended look. While his mini just looked at him and stuck out his tongue.
â â â âYou're my kid! you're from my seed, that means she's mine because I came first,â he said. Suguru laughed at Satoru's ridiculous words but chose not to say anything. âNo, no, noââ Your son stared at his hands that were moving as if he wanted to show something. Slowly but surely he clenched his hand until only his middle finger remainedâgiving it to Satoru. You gaped, as did Satoru, while Suguru burst into laughter beside youâwhich made you laugh too.
â â â âYou intolerant shââ
â â â âBaby, that's not nice. You can't do that to your father,â you said and pulled your lips straight, trying to hold back your laughter when you saw Satoru's annoyed face. But your child just stares at you with his big blue eyes, seemingly not understanding what you're saying. âI can't believe this, even your kid thinks you're annoying,â Utahime said laughing as she passed the four of you. She seemed to enjoy what had just happened and the annoyance on Satoru's face.
â â â Satoru, annoyed and childish, turned his back to his son who was now looking at him pitifully. Slowly, he crawled over to Satoru and hugged the more than 190cm tall man's waist with his small hands. You chuckled a little when you saw his hands barely hug Satoru's waist, only able to hug almost the back of his waist. In a typical child's voice, he said sorry which made Satoru quickly turn around to face your child.
â â â âYou know I love you too much to stay mad at you,â he said. He picked your child up and threw him slightly in the air, inviting laughter from the little one. You occasionally laughed at the adorable interactions between Satoru and your children. And just like any other summer, you spend time with your family and friends full of warmth and laughter. With Satoru and Suguru beside you.
â â â It's not just you now.
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â â â part 1 | part 2
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I hope this alternative ending is good enough
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congratulations! đ could you do promos 4 & 7 from the smut with Natasha Romanoff???
by the way, I hope you have a great day/night!
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Relationship: CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, fingering, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: I went a bit CEO!Natasha with this one - hope thatâs okay, I thought it lent well! Also, thank you! I hope you're having a nice day/night as well :)
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You really didnât want to go and Natasha knew this but she was also quite the persuasive one, having such a dominance to her that you could rarely, if ever, say no to.
So, thatâs how you found yourself a bit grumpily sitting in the car passenger seat while your girlfriend drove you two to whatever charity banquet this was.
Natasha was constantly getting these invitations being the high-up, fancy CEO that she was and usually you were fine with them. You liked the little appetizers and flutes of champagne. You especially liked your girlfriend parading you around, showing you off to fancy city people.
But tonight just wasnât the night for you. You had had a ridiculous day at your own job and frankly, you just wanted to lounge around with your girl, maybe order pizza, and have lazy sex. Natasha had shut down your idea, saying she already RSVPâd for you two. Grudgingly, you shoved yourself into a dress and let her whisk you away
Little did she know, though, that you werenât letting down easily. You had some potential ideas for the night, hoping that maybe â just maybe â you can rile Natasha up enough to keep her focus just on you and not the millionaires trying to network.
Upon arriving at the event, you hunted down the first tray of champagne you could find, taking a swig of the alcohol promptly. Natasha followed your path, stopping every now and then to chat, but once she was free of the schmoozing, she marched right towards you. An arm made it was tightly around your waist.
"What is your problem?" She gritted in your ear just below a whisper so no one could pick up on the tension. Your eyes darted around the room
"Nothing," you responded, taking another sip of champagne.
Natasha scoffed. "Well, youâre acting like a brat." She grabbed your glass out of your hand. You gasped but before you could protest, Natasha asked, "Is this because I made you come here tonight?
You shot her a look before taking back your champagne and finishing it off. "Iâm gonna go get another drink."
Before your girlfriend could pull you back to her, you were already on a rampage for the bar. Luckily, no one tried to stop you. Thanks to your relations with Natasha, you had worked up a bit of your own status but it wasnât like anyone genuinely cared. You werenât negotiating deals.
You leaned on the bar and signaled for the bartender. You asked for something a little stronger. He nodded politely and got to making the drink. You turned your attention to the freshly polished wood of the bar.
Running a finger over it carelessly as you waited, out of the corner of your eye you noticed someone approach beside you. It was a man you somehow didnât recognize. He looked very well put-together, almost like he was trying too hard, with his designer pressed suit and hair that could go up in flames from all the product in it.
You tried to ignore him, turning your attention to the bartender who was still at work, but it was hard when the man was not-so-subtly inching towards you. This wasnât going to go very well, you thought. But you werenât stopping it.
"In need of something to get you through the night?" The man suddenly asked. Your gaze shot over to him.
"Excuse me?"
He chuckled, "I meant the drink."
As if on cue, a glass was placed right in front of you. You wrapped your hands around it, slowly bringing it to your lips for a sip as you eyed the stranger. He was watching you quite intensely.
You hummed, delighted by the cocktail. "These things can sometimes beâŠdraining."
He sighed. "Tell me about it."
The conversation fell into a lull. You tried glancing around at the other patrons, all completely oblivious to the bar, but just couldnât shake this man and his eyes which were still watching you. They shamelessly took in the curves of your dress and even lingered a bit on your chest.
Your stomach dropped as you suddenly saw him step even closer, his finger lightly brushing your arm in the process. You froze but still made no chance to dash away. Maybe your goal of annoying your girlfriend tonight was going a bit too farâŠ
"You know," he began, his voice dangerously low, "if you wanted to sneak away for a bitâ"
"She doesnât," Natasha gritted as she suddenly approached you two. You just about let out a sigh of relief as her arm came around your waist, pulling you into her side. You yelped at the action, stumbling a bit, but she held you tight.
The mystery man looked you two over, a bit of a pleased expression graced his face. But he didnât press further, probably very deterred by the daggers Natashaâs eyes were shooting at him. He collected his drink from the bar and raised it at you two as if in some awkward toast.
"Fair enough, ladies," he said, and then he was back in the crowd, lost in the sea of aristocrats.
You didnât know what to do now, opting to stare down at your drink.
"What the hell was that about?" Natasha asked.
"I- He just came up to me," you pouted.
Natasha shook her head in disappointment as she began walking you two away from everyone else. You didnât know where she was leading you until you were roughly pulled into the womenâs restroom. It was empty, thankfully, and you heard the turn of the lock as you placed your drink on the counter.
"He just came up to you," Natasha repeated. She was sauntering over, looking very much more like some powerful CEO than your sweet girlfriend. You gulped and gripped the edge of the bathroom sink. "He may have came up to you but I didnât see you making any moves to walk away."
"Wellâ"
"And you let him touch you," she scoffed. "Donât think I didnât see his fingers on your fucking arm." For emphasis, she gripped the spot he had brushed over. You yelped. "What made you think he could do that, hmm? What, did you forget who you belong to?"
"No, Natasha, I didnât meanâ" You pleaded but she wasnât buying it.
"Iâm not buying it," she said as she roughly turned you around, her back pressing your front into the bathroom counter. "In fact, I think you need a little reminder."
You held your breath in anticipation as Natasha began gathering the skirt of your dress. You knew what she was going to find underneath. And you certainly knew it wasnât going to help your case.
Sure enough, once your lower region was exposed, Natasha let out a gasp. âNo panties? Are you kidding me right now?!â
"Natasha, pleaseâ"
"You really are a fucking brat, arenât you?"
You tried shaking your head but it was no use. Her mind was made as she pressed into you even more, her hand now coming to caress your inner thigh. You whimpered out your girlfriendâs name as her fingers began slowly circling your clit. She chuckled in your ear before collecting some of the wetness dripping from your folds and putting attention back on your clit.
"So wet for me," Natasha murmured. "It is for me, right? Or did that man out there get you dripping like a needy slut?"
You groaned, captivated by the action happening between your thighs. "Just for you," you said as your eyes slowly fluttered. Natasha picked up the pace adding slight pressure as well. You squealed.
"Thatâs it," she whispered, holding you tighter around the waist. "Thatâs my girl."
Suddenly, though, she moved her fingers back to your folds where, without warning, she shoved two fingers inside you. You yelped, twisting in her grip. She didnât even budge. You cried out as the fingers flicked upwards, hitting just the right spots.
"If you want to act like a slut you have to deal with being fingered like one, got it?" Natasha said. Her mouth was practically on your ear, she was whispering so lowly it sent goosebumps up your arms. She was pissed and serious. You were loving it.
"Y-Yes, Natasha." You barely managed to get the words out but your girlfriend seemed very pleased. Her fingers picked up â significantly. A squelching noise now filled the bathroom, coming directly from your wetness which was not stopping any time soon it seemed. Natasha was also taking the moment to make sure her hand was hitting your clit. With every single pump. It was getting overwhelming very, very fast.
You spoke again, "Please, please⊠Iâm gonna cum."
"Yeah?" Natasha mocked. "My little slut needs to cum?"
You nodded your head profusely. "Please, please." The begging was becoming second nature at this point, your only instinct. Natasha seemed very pleased with that.
"Fine," she huffed. "Cum all over my fingers you greedy little girl. And you better scream when you cum. I want every single person, especially that man, to know whoâs treating you so well."
Her paced picked up even more (how that was possible you didnât know) and your body reacted wonderfully. Within moments, you were crumbling like a house of cards. Your orgasm rushed over you as you cried out much louder than you had actually intended. You couldnât stop as Natasha continued to work you through the orgasm. She didnât give up until you were limp in her arms.
She chuckled, watching your body practically collapse from pleasure. "Was that good, honey?"
"Yes," you mumbled, leaning into her body. Natasha fixed your dress and brought her hand to caress your cheek.
"Good," she said and placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Maybe thatâll teach you to behave."
Now it was your turn to laugh. "Why would I behave when thatâs what I get for being bad?"
Abruptly, Natashaâs hand came around your neck, forcing you to look at her. Her gaze was dark, her CEO stance still very much engaged. "Donât even tempt me."
You bit your lip teasingly but nodded your head slowly. You certainly didnât mean it, though, already secretly planning the next time you could ruffle her feathers.
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Seasons
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings/tags: a bit of angst, fluff, cheating (not by Peter/reader), Pete being a hopeless romantic as always
Word Count: 1.3k, I swear these blurb requests are turning into full one shots because I love Peter being completely whipped by the reader :(
A/N: @spiderholland101 Iâll be honest, Iâve never heard any of those songs so I picked a bunch of lyrics and built a story around it, just 1.3k words of Peter being desperately in love with the reader! Enjoy <3
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Summer - Heaven help a fool who falls in love
Peter tried not to stare at you but it was hard when you were sitting two seats away from him in chemistry class. Your skin looked as soft as cotton, lips plump and covered in strawberry chapstick, hair softly shining in the sunlight coming through the window.
His heart would beat a little faster every time youâd laugh, his breath would hitch each time youâd run to him in a crowded room, a smile would find its way on his lips the second his phone would light up with a text message from you.
Itâs gonna get messy so donât fall in love with your best friend, you fool, heâd tell himself.
â„ ââââ
Autumn - You've been on my mind girl like a drug
Peter stood still in the middle of the school entrance as he watched you kiss Harry, his hands in your hands, a smile on your lips. It was like getting shot in the head and no, he wasnât exaggerating, that is exactly how it felt to see your best friend that you are in love with be in love with someone else.
He pulled himself out of his daydream of repeatedly punching Harry in the face and rushed towards you. You pulled away from your boyfriend as soon as you heard footsteps approaching you, a smile settled on your lips when you saw Peter.
âReady to go?â Peter asked, completely ignoring Harry and you nodded. To his dismay, Harry didnât let go of your hand without giving you a very steamy kiss right in front of him.
You made small talk on the way to his house and Peter tried to focus on anything other than the kiss you and Harry shared just a few minutes ago. And when you sat on his bed, eyebrows frowned in concentration over chemistry, Peterâs eyebrows were frowned for a whole other reason. Thoughts of you getting too busy in your love life and forgetting him creeped up on his mind and you noticed.
âWhatâs wrong, Pete?â
âUh⊠canât understand this questionâ
âYou werenât even looking at the question, you were looking at meâ your voice low as you scanned his face, âdid I do something?â
Peterâs eyes widened, âno, y-you didnât do anything, nothingâ
âOkay so what is it?â
Peter sighed, biting on his lip because he was nervous and too afraid to say something wrong but he decided to be honest, âjust scared youâll get too busy with Harry and stop hanging out with me, itâs just a thoughtâ
You were taken by surprise by this but soon, the sound of your soft laughter filled the room, âforget about you? Weâve been friends since forever, no boy is ever going to come between us Peterâ
Peterâs eyes glimmered at your words, his cheeks turning rosy as he processed your words.
âAnyway, Iâm too scared that youâll forget about me because I saw you hanging out with all those smart science kids earlier todayâ you teased, your forefinger wiggling in his face as he shook his head, smiling.
How can I forget about you when youâve been on my mind like a drug, he thought to himself.
â„ ââââ
Winter - I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
The cold came and the days turned ugly, one text message to Peter and he was running to your house in the middle of the night.
You saw Peter through your window and opened the door, running into his arms. The impact was so hard that he almost fell back as your hands clutched on his jacket.
âHe cheated on meâ you cried, voice strained from the previous screaming match with Harry over call.
Peter held you close, walking back inside your house and closing the door behind. As soon as he let go of you, you fell down to your knees and he got down right in front of you as he wiped your tears with his sleeves.
âHe doesnât deserve you, Y/Nâ he said sincerely. His hands holding the back of your head to make you look at him and he almost kissed you that night. But he didnât because what if you push him away, one heartbreak was enough for tonight anyway.
As he watched you weep on his shoulder for a boy who clearly didnât deserve you, he wondered how it felt to be loved by you and if heâll ever get to be loved by you at all.
â„ ââââ
Spring - Wouldn't it be nice to live inside a world that isn't black and white
The colours were a bit brighter than before, the leaves and the flowers blooming again in the soft spring wind. Just like them, you were blooming too. You were the old Y/N again, the same old Y/N who was there before Harry came along and ruined it.
The glow in your eyes was visible, your smile felt more real now and you felt more comfortable in your skin than you did 2 months ago. Peter even helped you pack a box of all the things that your ex-boyfriend left at your place and you later sold those things at a thrift store.
Peter started seeing more of you, he would either be at your place after school or youâd be at his and sometimes, youâd go to the ice cream place near his place on a hot day.
As he watched you munch on your ice cream cone, the vanilla on your lip looked a bit more appetising then it did when it was on the cone and he almost leaned in to have a taste.
âIs there something on my faceâ
âNoâ
âWhy are you staring then?â you smiled and raised your eyebrows at him.
âOh, shut upâ he rolled his eyes, âcome on, let me walk you home before it gets darkâ
With you walking by his side and the way your knuckles gently brushed against his made him realise how much brighter his world looked now. How wonderful it was to live in a world which wasnât black and white anymore and it was all because of you.
â„ ââââ
Summer - Honey I love you
The sun was setting, both of you returning from the summer fair and he finally gained the courage to hold your hand on the way back home. The hot weather was making your palm sweaty but Peter couldnât care less. You were literally here, holding his hand in yours and he didnât want to let go.
âPeterâ
âYes?â
âWill you say it?â
Peter frowned in confusion, âsay what?â
âYou know whatâ you bit your lips, a bit of sadness in your eyes.
âI- I donât know what youâre talking aboutâ Peter stuttered.
Peter was clueless. For a straight A grade student, he was pretty dumb when it came to love and you.
âSo you will just never tell me that you are in love with me?â
Peter halted in his step and that halted you in yours. His hand slightly loosened its hold on yours in horror but you were quick to tighten your hold on his hand, even tugging him closer to yourself so you both were face to face.
âYou know?â He finally spoke up, voice in a whisper and mouth agape in shock.
âItâs hard to miss when youâre right there staring at me with your big brown doe eyesâ you softly giggled, feeling a bit shy now, âand how you get flustered when I compliment you, how you always have my back and how you always pick me up, itâs obvious that itâs more than just⊠friendshipâ
Yes, you knew. You have been waiting for him to say something, anything at all to show you that he loved you but as time passed and still no word from Peter, you finally took matters in your own hands.
Peter was speechless and you have had enough, you sighed and let go of his hand. Peter almost collapsed when you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him in.
You filled the gap between you both as you pressed a soft peck to his lips and his eyes fluttered like butterfly wings, savouring in the feeling of the airy kiss. Your lips felt like a light feather, barely there but just enough to make him feel lightheaded for a second.
You pulled away quickly but then pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes tightly, âhoney, I love youâ
You said it like a promise, your chest felt a little lighter when the words were finally out and Peterâs heart started racing in his chest again. When he finally processed what had happened, he didnât waste another moment as he pulled you back in for a kiss.
âI love youâ he whispered, words muffled with his lips never leaving yours, âI love you, Y/Nâ
He repeated the words multiple times, telling you âI love youâ for every single time he couldnât in the past and your eyes watered at the intensity of emotions soaring in your chest.
As he stood there kissing you, his mind went back to last winter and how he wondered how it would feel to be loved by you but now he didnât have to wonder anymore. He knew how it felt to be loved by you and it felt like heaven.
Anyway, hopeless romantic Peter, my belovedđ„°
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Hi girl!! I love everything youâve wrote! Couldnât say how much I enjoyed reading one shots of F1 drivers! I have to ask if you could do one for Carlos? He and reader are expecting but keeping it secret, Carlos won the race! And he ask if he could hear her through radio, though with some glitch, all other drivers and teams hear Carlosâ radio, he tells her how heâs so happy with the win but more than anything about their little one on the way and now everyone knows the secret of pregnancy because he suddenly slipped it while talking to her on radiođ¶đ» I canât imagine how will other drivers will congratulate him (like Daniel, Max, Landooooo! Seb! And even Kimi!đ€Ł) I think Lando will be overjoyed and will be presenting to be Godfather already Hahahaha!
Summary: Having a baby and everybody finding out
Warnings: fluff
Word count: 1.5k
You realized that you were pregnant after a series of fortunate events that, individually, you did not take as alarm signals.
One evening, Carlos decided to spare you from cooking dinner and ordered your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. You were very excited to eat it, but when the food arrived you were on the verge of throwing up because of the smell. You told Carlos you couldn't eat, so you just ate an apple and went to bed. The next day, after Carlos left for the gym, you couldn't get away from the toilet because if you took a few steps you would feel like throwing up. However, when your boyfriend came home, you didn't feel so sick anymore, but you didn't tell him what happened to you because you didn't want to worry him.
You had a vague idea that you could be pregnant but you wanted to wait until Carlos leaves for France for the Grand Prix.
The day he left you went to the pharmacy and bought two pregnancy tests.
Positive.
You just sat down and cried. You stared at the positive test for several minutes. Honestly, you were so hormonal and conflicted about the timing that you bawled your eyes out. You were both happy and worried. Carlos was busy with his Formula 1 career, you didn't know if it was appropriate to add a child to the dynamics of your life.
But you recovered immediately. You are talking about Carlos, of course, he will be happy to have a child with you. You've been together for four years, you knew you would be together for the rest of your life.
The next day you did another pregnancy test, just in case. Positive, obviously. You went to the pharmacy again, and you took four more tests, to do one every day until Carlos came home.
"Hey, honey. I missed you," says Carlos entering the house.
You didn't even let him take off his shoes. You handed him a gift box in which you put the six pregnancy tests you took.
"Amor, did I forget an anniversary?"
You nod.
"Open it."
You see him take the lid off the box and take out a pregnancy test. Then another one, and another one, until he took them all out. You could see it on his face, he was scared and overwhelmed.
"Seriously?" he asks.
You nod and bite your lip, a few tears run down your face.
"Amor, that's wonderful! Ay Dios Mio! Are we going to be parents?"
You laugh and kiss him long.
"Yes, we will be parents."
You have scheduled an appointment for the next day to confirm the pregnancy and determine how many weeks you are pregnant. It looks like you're 10 weeks pregnant, so that means month 3 of your pregnancy. You couldn't believe that for almost 3 months you didn't realize you were pregnant, but you always had an irregular cycle, so it's not really incomprehensible.
You and Carlos have decided not to announce publicly that you will have a child just yet. For now, you were happy to share the news with your families, wanting to plan a nice way to tell your friends as well.
You know that feeling you get at certain times of the month when you want to cry at every cheesy commercial or could explode with anger at the drop of a hat? Pregnancy is like that sometimes, except 10 times more intense. With your new hormones raging, and more stress in your life than ever before, what with getting a nursery together and preparing to welcome the precious baby into the world and all, emotions are high. Tempers are bound to flare.
That is how you felt sitting in the paddock with Carlos who was preparing for the race. He was starting from P3 so he was pretty excited and nervous for the race. He saw your state, he knew you too well.
"Ay, mi Amor, come here," he said and hugged you to calm your nerves. "Don't worry, ok? It's an easy race, I'm gonna win it for you and the little bean, ok?"
You giggle at the sound of Carlos's nickname for the baby. You kiss him and smile.
"You know I don't really care about winning. Just come back to us. Safe." you say, your voice barely a whisper, not wanting anyone around you to hear your discussion.
"Si, pequeña. Always."
Sure, you were always concerned when he was racing. But especially now when your hormones were driving you insane and you were growing another person in your body. But you trusted him. With all of your heart. If he said he will come back to you, he will.
It took you a few moments to understand what was happening. Carlos Oñoro was hugging you, yelling 'He won!' and you looked at the screens in front of you. He did. Carlos Sainz was the winner in Monza! He kept his word, he won for you and your child.
"Hey, Y/N!" you hear your name being called by Riccardo Adami, the race engineer of Carlos. "The winner wants to talk to you."
You giggle and go to him. 'The winner'... Has a nice ring to it.
"Hey, baby! Congratulations!" you say excitedly over the radio.
"Si, mi amor! I told you I'm gonna win for our baby! I love you both so much!"
What you didn't know was that there was a glitch over the radio and every driver heard Carlos talking about 'your baby'.
"Aaa, guys? Why am I hearing Carlos over the radio talking about a baby?" Charles asked his race engineer.
"There's a glitch. Come to the garage."
"A baby?!" Lando yells into the radio, making his race engineer flinch. "Was that Carlos saying he is going to have a baby? Oh my God!"
You were waiting for Carlos to come out of his car, being absolutely clueless about the hysteria you two just caused. Carlos was just about to get his helmet out when all the drivers came to you two, yelling congratulations to you both. You looked at Carlos. Did he tell someone about your pregnancy? Did you give it away?
"Uh, thank you but how did you find out?" Carlos asked, clueless as you.
"We heard it over the radio," Kimi responds giving you a genuine smile.
"This is not how I wanted you guys to find out," Carlos said and put an arm over your shoulders, kissing your head. "But, yeah, it is true, we are having a baby."
"Mate, you're having a baby! That is so crazy! You are basically a baby!" Daniel says and hugged you both.
"And who is the godfather?" Lando asked and everyone laughed.
"We just found out two weeks ago, there are still five months to think about it," you say and bit your lip and Lando pouts. "You'll be considered, Lando."
After three months you decided to have a gender reveal for your family and friends. You could have had it a lot sooner but you wanted to be at an appropriate time for everyone. All the drivers came, as well as your family and Carlos's too. You made everyone wear a piece of clothing according to the gender they think your baby is. You were surprised to see the majority of the people being team boy, but as Lewis said 'They just want to make sure the third generations of Sainz is coming in Formula 1' and you know he was right.
"Look, listen to me, I have three kids, ok? I know, for a fact, by the way you are carrying that it is a girl!" Sebastian said and you laughed. He was wearing his pink T-shirt with pride, being 100% sure he is right.
He was.
You were having a girl and you could swear that Carlos cried a little when he saw the pink confetti. He hugged you for a few minutes, being still in shock.
"Una niña pequeña..." he whispered in your ear. "I am not ready."
You laughed and kissed him.
"You are gonna be the best dad ever, don't worry."
"No, I know that. I am not ready for her to date! And she'll go to university, no..."
"Carlos, she is not even been born yet! You have plenty of time to spend with her."
"Hi, guys, sorry to interrupt!" Lando appears near the two of you, making you break apart from your hug. "Did you think about the godfather or... or this is not a good time to ask?"
Everyone heard him and started laughing.
"Mate, remember the bag I gave you when you arrived?" Carlos asked him and Lando nodded. "You can look inside the bag now."
Lando got the bag and inside was a white romper saying 'Will you be my godfather?'
Lando looked at the romper with tears in his eyes.
"Well, if you insist..."
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ANON REQUEST: Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa: spot an ex he had a bad break up with, he sees her walking around struggling to hold on to a bag of groceries while pushing a stroller with a toddler in it that looks awful lot like them, and the he awkwardly confronts them when the bag falls out of her hands.
Tags: Manga Spoiler, Mention of cheating, Angst to Fluff.
Hawks
âIâm so sorry Dove, I didnât mean toââ
âDidnât mean what? to deny that Iâm your girlfriend in front of the media âcause you had a job agreement with the commission not to reveal me! okay Keigo youâre doing this for what reason exactly? Hero Reputation? More women you can use to cheat behind my back again and expect me to forgive you? IâI donât want this kind of life anymore!â, you wailed in pure anguish roughly wriggling your wrist away from his firm clutch.
He felt suffocated when he needed to let you go for all the things that he did to hurt you, holding back the urge to chase you outside when you frantically closed the door, not looking back anymore on him. Leaving the top pro hero falling on his knees, lonely between these four walls of his house.
After all this time he canât forget you, longing to see your face everywhere he goes even on pro hero awarding events or his usual patrol work with Endeavor looking for you through the crowds, praying to see your smile again that he misses the most.
His life was crumbling apart without you, but luck was on his side today when he spotted you not too far from where he was signing autographs for his fans while stealing some glances. As always, youâre still beautiful standing there.
Trying to fix your grocery bags while clasping the baby-carriageâs handle. He hesitated at first to approach you thinking youâre probably waiting for your husband to pick you up and your child. And thatâs when a tuft of yellow hair popped out.
âMommy look itâs Hawks, Awtoglaph pweasee awtoglapphâ, his excited pleas reached Hawksâ ears. pointing his fingers towards your ex-boyfriend who waved a hand on both of you.
Soon red feathers clumped together on the ground, preventing your bag to fall.
âWow what do we have here, a kid full of energy today, so where do you want me to sign your autograph?â, stooping down beaming a smile with his eyes crinkling behind his yellow visor making your child gasp in awe.
He knew instantly that his suspicion was right seemingly looking at his own reflection with those golden honey orbs and black lines on those eyelids and small bump protruding behind the kidâs shirt, red feathers similar to his, messily cramped inside.
âKeâHawks here⊠â, almost calling out his first name when you handed him a notebook and a pen.
Slightly feeling his gloved hand against your palm.
âHawks look I hab wings tooââ
âHoney we need to go home now or else youâll miss your favorite show again, now say bye bye to Mr. Hawksâ, you interrupted, sneaking a warning glare on him not to tell him anything before gently freeing your childâs wings out from his shirtâs makeshift holes.
âLittle fledgling I guess your wings were moulting, so did your Daddy tell you about itâ
âHab no Dawdy but Oh you see⊠Mommy Lovâ Dawdy so much that she booboo criesâ you were shock-stricken softly hushing your child out of embarassment.
âWell kid make sure to tell your Mommy not to cry okay cause Daddy loves her so much, yes donât forget to tell that to her every day Iââ, he stammered with his voice started cracking, overwhelming him with emotions too easily, swallowing the lump forming on his throat.
âYour father loves you too kid trust me, and surely thereâs not a single day heâs not thinking of your Mommy, his only DoveâAh I think Iâm taking too much of your time Miss I-Iâm so sorryâ, halting it immediately, muffling a few sniffles before finally signing his signature.
Your heart began thumping so loud, not expecting him shamelessly grabbing your hand, burying you into a warm embrace in public.
âWait Keigo stop this, everyoneâs taking so many pictures of youâ
âNo I donât care anymore, listen Dove Iâm so sorry and I still love you, come back to me please I promise I wonât hurt you again, Iâll do better this time just let me make up for it, and for our sonâ
You canât blame yourself for giving in, accepting him wholeheartedly knowing this is what you promised to him once.
To never let your future child experience the same heartache he suffered from his past.
Dabi
He regret those cruel words that came out from his mouth the first time he was too fed up of your constant admonishment of putting a rest on his revenge against his family forever since you cannot bear to see him exhausting his body anymore, starting this heated discourse again between you.
âYou always bring this up y/n every single day and itâs too annoying already, why are you siding on Enji too much Babydoll⊠come on just say it you really want us to have a perfect family, so cool to have a child with this debilitating quirk too right?â
Sucking your inner lips anxiously avoiding to tell him something about that last one, you felt his grip on your sholders constricting furiously waiting for you to answer him back, but your tears spilling from those precious eyes made his stomach churn in guilt realizing what he had done when you began screaming on his face that everythingâs over, shoving him away and locking the door of your house shut.
He knew how much of a dick he was, the worst break up thatâs been haunting him everyday with your terrified face forever etched on his mind
Itâs been a long time since the last time he saw you after you moved from your old house and he cannot find you everywhere until today.
He saw you pushing a stroller on the side of the road and having a hard time balancing the bag of groceries on your other hand.
Perhaps you found someone better than him and additionally having a child; a normal child considering heâs not the father. thatâs what he thought until something caught his attention.
Squinting his eyes, he was slack-jawed to find a familiar cerulean orbs and red hair on that young boy giddily calling you Mommy.
He took this rare chance of talking to you again by catching your bag of groceries that you clumsily dropped, your eyes met recognizing your ex-boyfriend instantly when he removed his mask. piercing eyes gazing down below observing your childâs similar features.
âBabydoll why didnât you tell me about him, our son?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about Dabi and refrain from calling me that nickname anymore, also stay away from MY son before I call the policeâ
You breathed heavily snatching back your grocery bag from his grasp, clutching the strollerâs handle in pure anger.
âDaddy you meanie, go homeâ, tugging his pants with those tiny hands.
It hurts you to see your own child begging for his father to go home, when you canât even tell him how you often show his own picture to your child thatâs why he recognized his own father easily, keeping him close to his heart and memory forever.
You canât hate your only childâs father.
He was expecting him to cry on his intimidating face when he bent his knees down to look at his child closely, ignoring your earlier threat by patting his sonâs head seemingly accepting this foreign fatherly instinct.
âKid look Iâm obviously a bad guy, I donât want you to get in trouble so maybe next time when your Mommy allows me, donât worry Iâll probably see you again next time pepperoni haired kidâ, chuckling when he saw his sonâs childish pout, letting him pinch his stapled cheeks annoyed at his nickname.
âY/n this is goodbye thenâ, flashing you that thin smile noticing his lips quivering a bit as he stood.
Shoving both of his hands inside his pockets before turning around to walk slowly away from both of you ignoring your childâs tantrum cries calling for him to go back.
âSsh⊠sweetie donât cry okayâWait Touya!â
He stopped on his tracks when you yelled his real name again, like how you used to call him that before out of endearment.
âWeâre going to stay here from now on so same address, the usual okay knock thrice and use our anniversary day on pressing the doorbell and donât forget our password, listen Iâm doing this for our child only so you better show up tonight or I wonât ever give you a chanceâ
He disappeared quickly after that, and tonight he never failed to show up incessantly ringing the doorbell many times even greeting you that typical password; a kiss.
A yearning kiss, hands intertwining the moment you opened your heart once again.
Aizawa
âShouta you keep missing my calls these past few weeks when I needed you the most, you barely have enough time to visit me when I was sick the whole week and now youâre late, fine I donât wanna hear your excuses anymoreâ
Those bitter words pierced him like thorns, seeing you slip out that engagement ring from your finger and placing it on a table whispering those bitter words he doesnât want to hear from you.
âItâs better if we end this relationship now before we regret something, IâI canât imagine my future being married with you or even having a child with you who pathetically seek for time and attention from his workaholic father, sorry Shoutaâ, you covered your mouth trying to bite back your tongue from spilling about your unborn child.
Running outside the restaurant leaving him heartbroken that he canât further speak out his words anymore because everything that you just told him was painfully true.
He doesnât deserve you, blaming himself for not appreciating you enough despite of your effort of enduring the hardships of having a pro hero fiance who often risk his life for his students. A man who canât even spend a time to take care of you.
Nevertheless, he wanted to mend back those strings that binds you to his heart, always pouring out his loneliness on visiting that Cat Cafe on his day off every week reminding him of memories you two share.
You often take him there to spend a date knowing heâs fond of cats and snapping lots of photos of him every time he ends up sleeping on the corner with cats huddling close to his face nearly suffocating him.
Keeping your engagement ring to him all the time was the only thing that calms him down whenever heâs in dire situation on his job, thinking how much he wish to meet you here again.
Unbelievably seeing you again one time, rubbing his weary eyes once and twice to know if itâs truly you. Indeed, he canât forget that familiar caring smile of his beloved, finding you outside the cat cafe currently having a problem of organizing your bag of groceries.
âMawmmy, neko pweasee I wanna touch it!â, your daughter began whinning clapping his hands to get your attention.
He canât believe his own eyes when your child resembles him too much with that obsidian dull eyes and sleek black hair minus for that pigtail hairstyle but that scowl seems a carbon copy of his own.
âWait Baby Iââ
âI think you need help Y/nâ
You were flabbergasted to find your ex-fiance taking a hold of your bag of groceries with his whip that was about to hit the ground and voluntarily offering his Neko tote bag for you which you persuaded him not to.
âMawmmy pwease I want that too, Nekoâ, her tiny hands reaching out determined to get it no matter what.
âBaby noââ
âWell your daughter love cats so much, you can give this to her, please just a friendly giftâ, taking out something from his pocket leaning down a bit to his side to rummage on that keychain, letting you see his necklace around his neck with that old engagement ring of yours dangling.
âFound it, here kid Iâm not sure if youâll like thisâ
âAww Mawmmy have that too umâŠright Mawmmy, so no thanks Misterâ
Thereâs no way you were married thatâs what Shouta suspected when he saw you not wearing any ring, and obviously that cat keychain was closely similar to his anniversary keychain that you two bought for each other.
âY/n I can drive you two back to your house if its okayââ
âMawmmy please say yesâ
You sighed in defeat not having a choice in the first place and also giving freedom to your child to spend time with her father who doesnât know about this.
His car was still the same, sitting beside him and your child now sleeping behind after getting so tired ogling on his carâs cat accesories.
You chuckled upon seeing your daughterâs face on the mirror messily drooling, leaning slightly on your side to wipe the corner of her mouth.
âDarling is she our daughterâ
âEyes on the road Shouta, and yes so what will you do about it. Do you expect me to ask for any financial support from you oh maybe spending your precious time for our daughter that I canât even get from you years agoâ, you sarcastically uttered, stabbing him rudely with those truthful words he was unprepared to hear from you.
âI understand if youâre still mad at me y/n, but I just want you to let you know that I want to set things right first before asking you to forgive me. Because I donât want to miss this opportunity again to tell you how much I wanted to talk to you or maybe to see you in your white wedding dressâ
You canât resist how determined he was to get close to you again, feeling his hand slowly making its way on you.
Giving back that engagement ring to whom it truly belongs, and that was you, a dream he wanted to come true despite it being too impossible.
Turning your head away to wipe your own tears, proposing for the second time that you have been waiting to hear from him all along.
âSheâs your daughter Shouta and donât you dare make her cry of Iâll scratch your face harder than what your cat doesâ
âThatâs too kind of you, I mean my cat misses your deadly belly rub too, you named him Mr. Pickles right, well Iâm sure heâd be thrilled to see his Mom again and his new sibling soonâ,
You both exchanged soft giggling catching up on one another by starting the conversation about your lives and so on and so forth, and apparently your child was eavesdropping on both of you.
Your daughter muffled a âPro hero mission successâ after accomplishing her goal, peeking a bit to see you wearing that shiny ring.
She knew it the first time she saw that stranger recognizing him from one of the picture you often place under your pillow, her daddy.
Well she did inherit Shoutaâs intellectual skills after all.
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