#i am in such a state of annoyance....like why are we all talking about our GPAs & class ranks. we're grown adults

[antigonescholar]

adjusting to not having Suchinder to spend my entire day with at school is going poorly

[xxsabitoxx]

Breed | Kinktober

Satoru x AFAB Reader + Higher Up Suguru

Warnings: Mild dub-con, fucking with the intent of getting pregnant, creampies, pussy eating, voyeurism, drunk sex, use of pet name "princess", Satoru talking you through it, Satoru having a big ass cock ngl hehe, biting

A/N: Day 4... I got really carried away. Lordy lordy... enjoy

WORD COUNT: 6.2K

You swore you didn’t hear him right, your eyebrow cocking upwards as you opened your mouth to say something but Satoru beat you to it. “You want us to do what?” he sounded just as lost as you, face twisted in a grimace as he hoped his best friend would say it was nothing more than a sick joke. “I want the two of you to breed.” Suguru repeated with his easy going smile, eyes shifting between the two very concerned faces before him. 

Ever since becoming a higher up in the Jujutsu world, Suguru had started to change. 

“You… you’re joking, right?” You laughed a bit, eyes shifting to the white-haired man beside you to try and see how he was taking it. Sure enough, Satoru looked completely confused, blue eyes scanning his best friend’s face for some kind of inkling that this was all a prank. “I’m not joking, quite the contrary, I’m dead serious.” Still though, he was smiling, completely unphased. “Yeah, bull shit… I don’t know why you’d think it’s okay to make such a–”

“The higher ups and I have been discussing things. Since the two of you are undoubtedly the strongest of our generation, we want you two to produce children. We want to know if you’ll create sorcerers just as strong, if not stronger than the two of you.” You felt yourself stiffen, immediately off put that he had totally interrupted you to spout the most foul shit you’d ever heard. “We aren’t some fucking experiment.” Satoru stated blandly, arms coming up to splay across the back of the couch you two were sitting on. Suguru still seemed unphased. 

“I don’t see why you two wouldn’t accept the offer.” You gasped, feeling Satoru stiffen beside you as Suguru said such blatantly ignorant shit. “Why wouldn't we accept? We aren’t even a couple! Never mind the fact that you want him to breed me like I’m some bitch in heat?!” you practically screeched, still partially believing this was a sick joke. Suguru’s smile faltered a little now, a crack in his facade that sent a shiver straight down your spine. “You two would be wise to accept the offer. I’m giving you a choice. The rest of the higher ups would not.” 

“You’re not giving us a choice.” You immediately countered, mildly aware that Satoru’s arm was lowering a bit, as if to wrap around you protectively. “Oh but I am, dear y/n.” His hands clasped in front of him, that smile creeping back up his face as his eyes shut. You both shared a glance, eyes returning to Suguru as he exhaled and opened his eyes again. “Either the two of you fuck and let me watch, or the higher ups will sit in and watch you instead. I’m giving you the choice to do this comfortably or do this in front of many watching eyes.”

“I decline both options.” Satoru said with an air of annoyance, not willing to subject you to anything you didn’t want. “That is not an option, Satoru.” Suguru immediately countered, eyes shifting over to you. “Really what is the harm in this? You two can have some fun and then go on with your lives.” Suguru tried again, not grasping how this was a huge deal. “You want me to get her pregnant, Suguru. That is not something you can just move on from.” You remained quiet, still reeling from the fact that Suguru was dead serious. “Not only that but you are looking me dead in the eye and telling me this hypothetical child would be at the whim of the higher ups.”

Suguru knew how strongly Satoru felt about this matter, he had since their high school days. For the man across from you to be so blindly devoted to this inhumane experiment, he must have been brainwashed. “Suguru… did they threaten you or something?” Your voice was a little weaker now, Suguru may think the two of you only have two options, but you knew Satoru well enough to know a third. If it came down to life or death, Satoru would choose death. Not of you or himself, but of the hierarchy in the Jujutsu world. You were both strong enough to do it. 

“Not at all, dear y/n. I just think this would be highly beneficial for not only the two of you but the rest of the jujutsu society. The Gojo clan needs an heir, if you two were to produce a child, it would bind both the Y/L/N clan and Gojo clan together. It would be utterly unstoppable with the two of you at their heads, a perfect child to take the reins when that time comes…” Satoru made a fake gagging sound, lifting his blindfold with one finger to look at Suguru. “Don’t tell me you really believe all that bull shit they’ve been feeding you.” Suguru’s calm aura faded completely at that, smile dropping from his face as his eyes became cold. 

“Either we do it the easy way or the hard way. You fuck each other, or they’ll force it upon you. I, as your friend, implore you two to take the easy route. I mean really, even if she doesn’t get pregnant, at least you’ll have had a good time, no?” That clicked something in your mind, body straightening a bit as you mulled his words over in your mind. “I’m not going to fuck someone who isn’t willing, Suguru.” Satoru sounded completely uninterested now, letting the blindfold snap back into place as you sat up a little more. “Satoru…” you started, turning your body to face him. His head snapped in your direction, the tone of your voice was different. 

Knowing he could still see you with the blindfold on, you turned your body and pressed yourself a little closer. Carefully, you brought your lips to his ear, using one hand to hide your mouth so Suguru couldn’t read your lips. “Why don’t we just play along, Satoru?” You swallowed, face feeling a bit warm as you settled again so he could reply. Much to your surprise, he turned his body so he could lean and whisper against your ear. You half expected him to just blurt his answer out. You held your breath as Satoru’s breath ghosted your ear, large hand easily blocking his face from Suguru’s view. “I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” 

You sigh, letting him move away so you can press your lips to his ear again. “I’m fine with it, we can have fun with each other, can’t we?” you pulled away, shrugging your shoulders to say the decision was his. Satoru huffed out a laugh, one arm still draped over the back of the couch as he used the other to pull at his blindfold again. “Suguru, name a time and a place. We’ll entertain your request.” Your heart skipped, trying to remain composed as Suguru gave the two of you a sly smirk. “I’m glad you’ve made the right choice, we have a few things to discuss before we decide those main factors I’m afraid.” Still, he seemed thrilled at the thought. 

“Then discuss them now, Suguru. If we are doing this, you need to act fast before we change our mind.” you appreciated that Satoru was now speaking for the both of you. It was giving you time to properly sort out your thoughts. “No need for such hostility, Satoru. I just want to figure out when the best time is for dear y/n. After all, she needs to be ovulating when you do this.” You stifled your shudder, you weren’t fond of being discussed like some dog that was about to be bred for his own personal gain. “I’m due to get my period in about two weeks time.” 

You were lying, your cycle had just passed. But you knew if you told him you were currently in your ovulation period, the sooner this could be done and over with. “Well would you look at that, I came to you at the right time.” Suguru smiled, clearly he had done a little research beforehand. Beside you, Satoru was visibly confused, clearly having no understanding of a woman’s cycle. Not that you really expected him to in the first place, but you had to admit it was a bit amusing. “If that is the case, Suguru. Why don’t we get this over with, here and now?” you drawled, falling back into the couch and subsequently, Satoru’s arm. 

“That works for me, does it work for you, Satoru?” You and Suguru were both looking at him now, a sigh leaving his plump lips before speaking. “Yeah, works for me.” Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t quite believe you were willing to do this, especially after being so adamant about not wanting to. Something Suguru had said clearly convinced you, though he couldn’t be quite sure. “That settles it then, I’ll treat the two of you to drinks for accepting my offer.” You snorted, pushing yourself up and off the couch. “I expect a lot more than drinks, Suguru.” you patted your skirt, flattening any wrinkles that had formed while sitting. 

“Dinner and sweets!” Satoru added, standing to his full height and stretching dramatically. “What he said, Suguru. You owe us big time.” You crossed your arms, watching your long time friend look between the two of you before heaving a sigh. “Alright, fine. Dinner, drinks and sweets.” Satoru cheered triumphantly, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you headed out the door. “Only one drink for Satoru though, he’s a lightweight and needs to perform.” you couldn’t help but snicker, Satoru’s face turning a shade of red as he yelled at Suguru for saying such things. 

“It’s the truth and you know it, Satoru.” was all you managed, trying your best to keep up with the pace his lengthy legs set. “Who’s side are you on?!” he pulled you a little closer, nearly crushing you to his side. “I guess I should be on yours, shouldn’t I?” you teased, trying to ignore the new found flurry in your heart when you talked to him. But part of you couldn’t help but wonder, did he feel it too. Of course you would let your emotions start to toy with your mind, knowing full and well what would happen within a few hours time. 

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“S-shit… oh fuck…” Satoru choked out, blindfold pushed back and sitting on his head like a headband. Your teeth were sinking into the junction between his neck and shoulder, making his hips jerk up against yours. Suguru had cut Satoru off after one drink, the white-hair man getting more than tipsy off of it because of his low tolerance. You, on the other hand, had been three drinks in when Suguru cut you off. Having a better tolerance than Satoru did not equate to you being any less sloppy. Suguru was quickly learning that, eyes wide as he watched the two of you make out on the couch within the hotel room he had rented for the night. 

You hadn’t even made it to the bed, your hands all over each other the moment he swiped the card and the door unlocked. Needless to say, Suguru didn’t think he would be in for such a ride. “E-easy! Fuck… y/n please!” Satoru whimpered, fingers digging into the flesh on your hips as you bit a little harder. You wanted to taste blood, desperate to leave a permanent mark on the man below you. Though, even in your intoxicated state you still had a heart. You eased up, lapping at the indents on his skin to try and soothe the damage. Satoru’s hips were restless, bucking into yours every few seconds. Each time your clothed cunt met his covered erection, a wave of molten heat spread through your already too hot body. 

Behind the two of you, Suguru was getting comfortable in the plush chair that sat in the corner of the room. He had only consumed one drink, a buzz settling under his skin but not impairing him enough to let you two have free reign. “Don’t you dare waste a drop of his cum, if you’re going to grind on each other like horny teenagers, at least strip.” You audibly whined, looking over your shoulder to glare at Suguru. Though it wasn’t threatening at all, you looked like a child trying to intimidate an adult. “You heard me.” was all Suguru responded with, his tone demeaning as your face flushed. Satoru took your distraction as the perfect opportunity

You gasped, body falling forward against his as his fingers dug into your thighs. Hauling you up, Satoru made quick work of tossing you on the queen size bed, the white sheets quickly crumpling as you fell onto it. “You heard him, strip.” Satoru’s voice was mocking, and yet he was quickly undoing the top half of his uniform. You rolled your eyes, clearly disgruntled by your dominance being stripped from you. But you couldn’t complain, your skin was prickling with sweat, your own uniform sticking to you uncomfortably. Your fingers fumbled a bit as you undid your top, shouldering it off after a moment with Satoru’s eyes glued to you. 

“You need help?” he breathed out, looking at the fabric of your bra hugging your breasts perfectly. “No, I’m fine…” always stubborn, you undid the button on your wrist and yanked your arm out, repeating the motion on your other arm with a little struggle. “Done yet?” Satoru’s knee sunk into the mattress, hands coming down to press into the linen as he waited for your “okay” to crawl on top of you. “Yeah, done.” you groaned, tossing the white button up at Suguru who managed to catch it. Maybe your reflexes really were slowing down from the booze. Satoru sighed, crawling fully onto the mattress and connecting his lips with yours. 

Your hands came up to wrap around the back of his neck, legs spreading to accommodate him as you slowly laid back. You had to groan into the kiss, Satoru’s teeth grazing your lower lip for entrance only made you feel more defiant. You were slightly pissed he had moved so fast, you hadn’t even gotten the change to admire his toned torso. Which was something you had been most looking forward to, you knew the man was built but he was always hiding it under his uniform or baggy clothing. One of Satoru’s hands was splayed by your head, supporting him so he didn’t crush you under his weight. The other hand was cupping your cheek, trying to coax your stubborn jaw open for him. Still, you were managing to resist. 

“Such a tease, y/n.” Suguru cooed from his spot, hand shamelessly adjusting his half-hard cock. Of course he’d enjoy this, how could he not? Satoru pulled away, gasping as you stared up at him. “She is, won’t open that pretty mouth for me… so cruel.” he whined, cheeks flushed pink as he dipped his head lower to return the favor you had paid him earlier. This time, it was your turn to gasp, fingers digging into the back of his neck since there was no hair to grab… curse him and his undercut. Satoru’s teeth were sinking into the same point on your body, making a mark that would match the already bruising bite you left behind on him. “F-fuck! Satoru!” 

Your eyes shut, the warm pain blooming on your neck was only making the throb between your legs worsen. “I didn’t think it was possible for someone to be a masochist and a sadist at the same time.” Suguru mused, watching your eyes open slowly, head turning to glare at him. Still, he only smirked, fist pressed into his cheek as his other hand now began palming himself. You looked away, skin vibrating with the realization that Suguru was also getting off on this. “Satoru… ease up!” you whined after a moment, the feeling nearly dizzying as he finally released the skin he had clamped down on. Perfect teeth indents were left behind, the slight swell of blood appearing in some of them. He swallowed, throat dry at the sight. 

“So pretty…” he murmured, head lowering to lap at the mark before trailing his lips up your neck and jaw. “Let me taste you this time, please?” you nodded, dazed as he slotted his lips over yours once more. You were a little easier on him now, mouth opening to accommodate his eager tongue. You shivered as you tasted the slight metallic blood mixing with the fruity cocktail he had consumed earlier. You were envious, he had managed to break your skin but you hadn’t been able to break his. No fair! Your fingers scratched at his skin the more you thought about it, pressing your head into the mattress to create a little distance so you could catch your breath.

“Please…” you gasped out, unsure of what you were asking him for. Yet, he seemed to understand perfectly. Satoru placed one last kiss to your slightly swollen lips before his head dipped lower. Carefully, he kissed down your neck to your chest, burying his face in your sternum, cradled by your breasts. “Can I take this off of you?” He asked even though he knew the answer was yes, still you nodded. Satoru’s hand slipped around your back, the other still supporting himself. You helped by rolling over a bit, allowing him to nimbly undo the clasp of your bra. He tugged it off of you, holding in a shaky breath as he admired your bare skin. Your nipples were pebbling under the cool air of the room, making your cheeks feel warm as Satoru clearly observed them. 

No words were spoken as his head lowered again, tongue running along the valley between your breasts before making the decision to go left. You tried to suppress your noises as his nose dragged along your skin, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he lapped around the pliant skin. He made a point to avoid your nipple, wanting to tease you until you were squirming. You sunk your teeth into the side of your cheek, not willing to give in so easily, still annoyed you were being dominated. “C’mon sweetheart, let me hear that pretty voice.” Satoru pulled away enough to speak, chlorine blue eyes shining even in the dim hotel light. You held his gaze for only a moment before looking away, lips wobbling as he returned to sucking bruises on your breast. 

A quiet, barely audible sigh left your lips, and that seemed to be enough for Satoru. A loud gasp slipped out of you as his lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking across the sensitive bud before he sucked. It was a dizzying feeling, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure straight down to your cunt. You wanted to feel him, every single inch, that realization tore a moan from your lips as your fingers moved from his neck to thread in his hair. “Satoru… I don’t want to be teased…” You could feel your panties sticking to your cunt as you squirmed, the feeling mildly uncomfortable until you found the right angle. If you moved just right, you could brush against his erection. 

This earned a low groan from Satoru, his teeth grazing your nipple in retaliation. Suguru was still watching, amused as the two of you toyed with one another. “Satoru please!” you cried out again as his teeth actually sunk into the tender flesh, making your eyes water as you tugged on his hair hard enough to pull his head away. The only issue was that he didn't let go, you tugging him away from your chest only caused him to pull at your nipple. A shrill cry left your lips this time, hands immediately letting his hair go as his head lowered to a more tolerable distance. You were panting, your heartbeat racing as Satoru’s free hand moved to cup your other breast. 

He was putting all of his weight on his knees, but that didn’t stop you from feeling the brunt of his weight. “Satoru…” you tried again as he finally let go of your nipple. Still, he didn’t answer you, slim fingers tugging on your other nipple as his eyes focused on yours. You looked completely fucked out already, pupils blown and eyelids heavy as you stared up at him. “Gonna fuck you real good, princess.” Your lips parted at the nickname, not expecting it to have such an effect on you. “Then get to it.” you whined, missing his warmth the moment he straightened. He was towering over you know, giving you a full shot of his muscular torso. 

“Can I take your skirt off?” he asked for your permission yet again, eyes shifting to where his blindfold sat by the pillows. It had slipped off his head when he took his uniform off, but he had the intention of using it for something else later on. “You can, please…” breathless, your hips lifted so he could hook his fingers in the waistband and tug them off of you. Satoru did just as you wanted, pulling your skirt and panties off in one go. You sighed in relief, not at all embarrassed this time when Satoru shamelessly admired your bare cunt. “Pretty.” It was more to himself than you, either way it made you whine. 

“I want to see you, Satoru.” You whined, arms reaching out to try and grab for his waistband. Your hands missed, making you burst into a fit of giggles as you tried to push yourself up. Satoru smirked, undoing his pants with leisure as he looked you over. “You were doing so good at hiding the fact you’re not sober.” He comments, watching you give up and flop back onto the bed with your legs spread around him. He had managed to get his pants off without making a fool of himself. As for his briefs, they were still hugging his hips, straining tightly as his hard-on pressed into the soft material. Behind you, Suguru was chuckling at Satoru’s comment. 

“Yeah, you’re just as bad as she is if you think she was hiding her intoxication.” Still, he was mildly impressed that Satoru had stripped as far as he had without falling over. “Hurry up and pull your cock out.” you groaned, tired of the men’s banter. There was a time and place and it wasn’t now, when your cunt was aching with the desire to be filled up. “Fuck…” Satoru hissed at your words, reaching down to push his briefs, ignoring the way Suguru groaned at your desperation. You swallowed the moment his cock sprang free, slapping up against his abdomen and nearly pulling the air from your lungs. He was big to say the least. Not only that, he was girthy, the kind of girth that would hurt no matter how prepared you were. 

“Damn…” was all you managed to croak, lip trembling a bit as he got his briefs off the rest of the way. Satoru smirked, your reaction stroking his ego in perfect time with his fist stroking his cock. You met his gaze, silently begging him to do something. Satoru took the initiative, grabbing under your knees and pushing you further up into the mattress. “Don’t work, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt…” You wanted to ask what he was about to do, but your answer came seconds later as he lowered himself onto his stomach, half of his body hanging off the bed as he settled between your spread thighs. You tried to suppress the strangled noise that left your throat as Satoru’s nose dragged along your inner thighs, shamelessly inhaling the smell of your arousal. 

“S-satoru!” you squealed, hands coming up to cover your face as he groaned. “You smell so fucking good.” You whined, thighs twitching to close around his head but his hands managed to stop you before you could successfully do it. Your head tilted back, too embarrassed to look down at your body and see Satoru start kissing your inner thighs. Suguru watched with dilated pupils, adjusting himself yet again in order to properly monitor the two of you. If he gave into his desires, who knows what the two of you would do. So instead, he sunk his teeth into the side of his cheek and watched you diligently. “Satoru~” you whined as his tongue licked up your folds, not going any further, just covering them in the slick shine of his saliva. 

Your back arched off the mattress the moment his teeth sunk into the underside of your thigh, pain blossoming under the pressure and earning a shrill cry from your lips. It was so sudden that it was nearly dizzying, earning breathless whimpers as he lapped at the now bruising skin. “Sorry…” though you could tell he wasn’t “… you’re just so biteable.” You wanted to scold him but you were too lost in the sensation of his mouth returning to your cunt, letting them fall open for him with ease to give him the access he desired.  The first time Satoru’s tongue passed over your clit, you were certain stars were dotting your vision. He knew better than to poke and prod anywhere else, focusing every ounce of his attention on the pulsing bud below his tongue. 

You felt your thighs tremble, hands twisting in the sheets as you tried to suppress the surplus of whiny moans that slipped out of you. Satoru’s tongue was just as nimble as his fingers, swiping across the sensitive flesh in rapid succession before his lips wrapped around it. You tugged a little harder, the sheets going taut under your fingers as Satoru sucked on your clit just as he had with your nipple. “Fuck… oh fuck… please… just like that… suck it like t-that…” Somewhere in the back of your mind you were mortified for uttering such things, but you couldn’t help but notice the coil in your abdomen tightening with each syllable you spoke. 

It seemed to have a similar effect on Satoru, the man groaning audibly against your bare cunt as his teeth grazed the tender flesh. “S-satoru!” you stuttered out, stomach tightening as his teeth sent a bolt of electricity straight up your spine. The only give away that he heard you was the way his fingers dug into the soft skin of your thighs. You were already close, too overwhelmed by the sensations Satoru bestowed on you. Satoru could tell by the way your sticky arousal was coating his chin each time he grinded his own face into your cunt. He wanted to suffocate on you, dying by your pussy would easily be the best way to go. 

The thought made his hips buck into nothing, mind drowning in the thoughts of shoving his cock into you and doing just as he so boldly refused only a few hours earlier… pumping you full of his cum so you would bear his child. He wanted to utter the filthiest things to you but he knew if he paused for even a moment, that sweet relief you were clearly craving would fizzle away and you’d be back at square one. And at this point, anything that further delayed him delving into your warm cunt felt like pure torture. One of your hands managed to uncurl itself from the hotel sheets, reaching down to instead thread through Satoru’s silky soft white strands. 

You tugged, albeit a little harder than you probably intended, and smothered his face even harder into your cunt. Satoru audibly whimpered at the pain of your tugging, only sending your stomach into a summersault as your orgasm dangled dangerously in front of you. “Satoru please!” you wailed, head tossing back again to make contact with a clearly turned on Suguru. “Go on, Satoru, you heard her, make her cum.” he encouraged with a shaky voice, his tone a lot more wobbly than it had been all night. That made you moan even louder, knowing how visibly turned on he was by this whole thing… and to think you had been so against it at first. 

Satoru grumbled something but it was muffled by your cunt, sending vibrations straight through your core. It didn’t take much more than that, his tongue licking so eagerly at your clit had you spilling all over his face. Your ears ring with the force of your orgasm, Satoru’s touches turning light enough to work you through it without overstimulating you. As much as Satoru wanted to lap up every ounce of your release, he knew he needed you to be sloppy to be able to take him. So, reluctantly, after a few chaste kisses to your now puffy clit, he pulled away. “Do you need a break?” he spoke with a slight pant, face flushed and shiny from his own sweat and your arousal. 

“No… fuck no. Please, Satoru, I want you inside of me.” He couldn’t deny that request, judging by the groan Suguru let out, he wouldn’t deny it either. “Alright.. Fuck alright…” Satoru was getting back on the bed fully, grabbing your ankles and lifting them. You had no time to even squeal in protest before Satoru was folding you into a mating press. “Y-you haven’t even entered me yet…” you wheezed, your knees nearly touching your breasts as the over six foot man settled more of his weight onto you. “Shh don’t worry princess, this will be worth it.” any protest died on your lips, the nickname of his choosing made your body feel warm all over. 

Satoru got himself as comfortable as he could, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to truly settle until he pushed his way inside of you. Ever aware of his size, Satoru ran the slightly swollen head of his cock between your puffy folds, letting your arousal cover him. He held his breath, too enthralled by the way yours caught in your throat each time he bumped your clit. “It’ll hurt a bit at first but it’ll ease up pretty quick, okay?” His alcohol was wearing off but it was no match for his pussy drunk daze. Still, he was going to walk you through each thing he did, blue eyes sparkling with tender reassurance. You nodded, chewing on your lower lip as he positioned his head at your entrance. “Just relax, princess…” 

You nodded, inhaling deeply before slowly letting it out. Satoru timed your breathing with his movements, pressing into you as you exhaled. Your breathing stuttered just a bit as the bulbous head of his cock split you open, stretching you wide and making you flinch. Satoru stopped, whispering soft praises before he kept his hips moving. “It’ll be more uncomfortable if I just stay in place, let me bottom out.” You nodded, your hands holding onto the backs of your thighs as Satoru kept pushing his length into you. When he noticed tears starting to shine in your eyes, he cooed soft reassurance to you, ignoring how his cock was pulsating between your fluttering walls. “I’m almost all the way in, the worst part is almost over.” He smiled a bit, thumb brushing your knee where he held it. You couldn’t recall ever being with a man that had a dick this big. 

“Rub her clit, Satoru. That will help ease any of her discomfort.” Suguru chimed, hand blatantly palming his erection as he greedily observed. “Good thinking.” Satoru hummed, the hand he had been using to guide himself into you now moved to rub gentle circles on your clit. Stars exploded in your vision as the uncomfortable stretch turned into blinding pleasure. Your walls clamped down around him, earning a barely audible whimper between his endless praises. “Yo-you’re taking me so well, I’m sorry it’s so big… oh fuck you’re doing so good f’me princess.” Satoru whined, bottoming out as he tried to regain his bearing before fucking into you. It was nearly impossible to stay still, but the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in this way. He would later argue that the bite marks you bestowed on one another were different from this. 

“Are you okay?” He breathed out, looking at you with lidded eyes and parted lips, making your heart stutter in your chest as you nodded on autopilot. Satoru smiled, settling his body onto you better and really solidifying the mating press he had maneuvered you into. “I’m gonna start moving, princess. Just tell me if I get too rough…” his arms hooked under your knees, forcing your legs wider and further up as he found himself a good position to roll his hips into you. Your hands shakily reached up to rest on his shoulders, shivering as Satoru’s head came to bury in the crook of your neck. Even from Suguru’s perspective, he couldn’t tell where you started and Satoru ended, completely engulfed in one another as Satoru began to find his rhythm. 

Your hands quickly turned from resting to grabbing, breathless whines leaving your lips as Satoru’s cock dragged in and out of your already sensitive cunt. He felt heavy and warm despite being enveloped in your suffocating heat. You could feel the slight upward curve every time he passed over one particular spot, it wasn’t long before a slick squelch emitted from where your bodies connected. “Oh fuck… oh fuck…” Satoru whimpered against your neck, losing himself in the slipper embrace of your cunt. “So good.. Fuck you feel so good… you’re so wet…” he nearly sobbed into your neck, drunk off of your body as his hips relentlessly fucked into you. ���Gonna fill you up so good, princess. Fuck so–so fucking good.” he continued to blabber, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as pleasure racked his body over and over. 

You were too far gone to respond to anything, loud moans falling from your lips as you tried to convey how he was making you feel. Each connection had Satoru’s balls slapping against your ass, earning a low whimper into the crook of your neck, right over where he had bitten you. “Make sure you tell me when you’re cumming, Satoru.” Suguru spoke in a slightly raised tone, between the noises you were both making and the noises your bodies made each time he slammed into you, Suguru needed to be sure he was heard. Satoru only lifted his head a bit to mumble a “sure”, vision blurry as he sloppily slotted his lips over yours. The kiss was nothing short of a mess, tongues and breathless pants colliding as drool seeped down the sides of your mouth. Your abdomen was tightening again, an orgasm prickling in your gut as Satoru’s pubic bone managed to rub your cunt with each messy thrust. 

“Gonna cum… ‘toru…” You slurred, this time your impending orgasm felt a little more relaxed,  a warmth spreading through you as Satoru hovered over you. He was studying your face intently, lips a pretty shade of pink and slightly swollen from your kisses. He was close too, but his ability to speak seemed to be robbed by the way your cunt clenched around him. No words could get past his lips, nevermind form in his brain. Satoru’s hips bucked into you a little harder, your whole body shaking with the force of his blows before finally, he was stuttering into you with a loud groan. Your own orgasm hit you shortly after, making your body quiver as Satoru spilled his seed into you. His hips were rocking still, fucking his load deep into your awaiting womb. “So… fuck take it all… take every last drop, Princess…” he had given up on making sense, half of his words stumbling over the other as you tried to remember how to breathe. 

The room finally fell silent, Satoru’s body was still mildly restless as his hips slowly grinded into you. “Well done, you two.” Suguru’s voice earned a groan from the two of you, in your post-orgasm haze, you had forgotten he was there. “You can relax for a few minutes but you’ll have to start round two soon… oh, and Satoru? Don’t you dare pull out of her, keep every drop inside.” Satoru’s body nearly collapsed on you fully at that. “Round two?” He rasped out, limbs feeling like pure jello. “Yes, round two. We have to be thorough. If this doesn't work, we’ll have to keep trying until it's successful.” Suguru was once again displaying a nonchalant behavior regarding the whole thing. “Fine by me.” you slurred out before Satoru could even complain, clarity hitting him like a freight train until you uttered your approval. 

If you were okay with it, then so was Satoru. He didn’t think he’d be able to give up a cunt like yours after tonight, whether it was part of Suguru’s breeding plan or not. “Alright then, whatever you want, you get.” Satoru murmured, lowering again to kiss you tenderly.

[nthspecialll]

When it comes to Abigail Marston leaving John in 1907, a lot of people throw mean comments at her, say that she was unfair for doing so and a lot of other things, however I think that people fail to consider the time that this game is set. This is not our modern day woman, this is 1907, and it might sound like I am stating the obvious but by the hatred that she gets it I think it needs to be said again.

1907!

Do you know the rights that women had then? Or the lack of. Women were bound to their husbands, they weren't allowed to own close to anything and were only allowed to vote in about 4 different states, some women that is. Women were seen as a servant to her husband.

It was also hard for women to earn money, the average woman over 16 working in a factory (as the majority was) earned 5-6 or 6-7 dollars a week, a week! Eggs on average costed 29 cents by the doz, a pound of round steak cost 15 cents and half a gallon of milk costed 15 cents as well.

What about rent? New Austin, which Blackwater and the surrounding area is in, is based of Texas which in 1904 had a rent per room pr month of 28 dollars.

So why would Abigail ever go through all of that? Because of John, because of Jack. Abigail stuck around John for eight years, practically begging him to fix himself, to become better because she knew that she was pretty much dependant on him, because she needs his support to be able to live and she wants to give her boy a chance at a better life but she can't with John constantly picking fights and literally putting her and her son's lives at risk.

A lot of people make it seem like she just suddenly took that chocie, but she didn't, it was a choice that most likely took her years not just due to the financial burden but also the social burden that comes with being a single mom in a time where pre-material sex was seen as a death sin. She could very well be killed merely for being seen with Jack and without a husband.

And not just that, but it was probably also a hard choice because despite of everything she loves John, she really does, yes she screams at him for going out with Saide but who wouldn't. "She won't allow him freedom," no she is scared he is going to die, for us it is easy to say "he isn't going to" because he is a main character and we can just redo if we die taking on twenty skinner brothers or whatnot, but it isn't like that for her. I want you to imagine that your partner/friend/parent told you they were going to fight a gang of who knows how many, you are going to be scared no matter how skilled that friend is because you don't want to lose them. John himself admits it is dangerous work by saying "we always find a way to almost get killed, dont we?" Which Sadie agees to.

Abigail took the choice to leave, putting herself in a terrible situation, not for herself, but for her son. She gave up her one true love so that her son could have a chance at life, have a chance to be better than her and John. It was not easy and it is not something we should shame her for, if anything we should praise her for putting her son before herself.

I love John, I really do, but I think it shows just how shitty of a father he really was, and that Abigail leaving was exactly the push he needed to get himself together, it was the wake-up call he needed. He knew how shitty women had it, he would have to realize how terrible he must have been for her to prefer that over him.

Now am I saying Abigail did everything right? No, she did not. Although I understand her fustrations with him doing bounties she has to realize she is not in a place to be picky about jobs. She did ask John to take on a huge debt for the farm and John is right in one thing "it is legal work that I can handle," and while the farm is taking some time to get up and running it is the best form of income that they have access to.

Now to talk about her annoyance with John going after Micah, it is understandable as it could trigger a decline to their former life of crime or just lead to straight up death. It is unnecessary, revenge is unnecessary, meaning that John is risking their entire life for "nothing." He argues back with "I am doing it for Arthur" but again, yes Micah killed Arthur but killing Micah wont change that, killinh Micah will not bring Arthur back nor put him in a better situation, it is revenge, it is not nessesary, it doesn’t do any good.

If John had died she would not only have lost her husband but also the farm, as women could not own property. I am not that knowledgable on debt laws in 1907, but I would imagine that in some way or another the massive debt John got would end up with her or Jack either way, putting her in a terrible situation.

@heavenlymorals made a similar post back in may 11th where they also explore and explain Mary Linton and Abigail in 1899, it is really amazing and also puts some other light on it.

Sources:

Rent, page 369: https://fraser.stlouisfed.org/title/annual-report-commissioner-labor-6306/eighteenth-annual-report-commissioner-labor-608452?start_page=370

Food, page 233: https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=umn.31951000014585x&seq=233

Wages, page 15: https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=nnc1.cu56779232&seq=15

[milaisreading]

It's our girlfriend

Pairings:

Bachira Meguru x Reader/ Bllk 11 x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: So I saw a lot of people requesting for Bachira stories, so this is what I came up with😭 hope u all like it. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Bachira sighed for like the 100th time today. It has been months since he entered Blue Lock and talked to the outside world, he misses his mom, his home and his girlfriend, (Y/n). He just wanted to get out and kiss her again and again, but that was impossible right now, his only hope was the match they are going to have against the U-20 team. If they win, Ego might do him a favor and let Bachira invite (Y/n) for an hour or two. Chigiri, Kunigami and Isagi raised their eyebrows in concern at their friend and Chigiri spoke up.

"Are you alright, Bachira?"

"Yeah, you have been in a worse mood the past two days, than that one time Isagi didn't pass to you." Kunigami chimed in as Bachira groaned again and looked up at the trio.

"I miss (Y/n)." He stated simply as his lower lip wobbled a little, indicating that he was about to cry.

"Who is (Y/n)? Your sister?" Isagi asked, now even more confused.

"No, (Y/n) is my girlfriend."

"Oh." The trio said and continued their previous activity...for about 30 seconds until Kunigami spat out his drink and looked at Bachira in disbelief.

"You have a girlfriend?!" The orange-haired boy yelled as Isagi and Chigiri finally realized what Bachira said. The room fell silent as the players looked at their table.

"Who has a girlfriend?" Otoya spoke up as the trio pointed at Bachira, who blinked in confusion at Kunigami.

"Yeah, I do Kunigami. Why do you act like it's a weird thing?"

"Uhmm...well..."

"Bachira has a girlfriend?!" Hiori was the 2nd one to ask as Yukimiya pinched himself, making sure this was real and not some dream.

"Why are you all acting like that's a weird thing?" Bachira asked his teammates, offended by their reactions.

"No way you of all people are getting bitches!" Karasu yelled as Kurona hit him over the head. While he himself couldn't believe it, he knew better than to say anything out loud. There was a sudden silence and Chigiri, who was sitting next to Bachira, gulped in fear as the boy grinned and held his knife tightly. A shadow fell over Bachira's face, causing Isagi to flinch a little.

"You shut the hell up! You disrespectful piece of dog shit, want me to shove this knife up your ass?! Who are you to call (Y/n) anything close to a bitch?!" Reo and Niko's eyes widened in fear as Bachira got held back by Kunigami while Isagi and Chigiri tried to calm him down.

"Calm down, Karasu didn't mean it! You know he never thinks before speaking!" Chigiri said as Isagi finally pulled the knife out of his hand.

"Yeah, Karasu is stupid!" Hiori added in.

"Since when am I stupid?!" Karasu yelled in annoyance, earning an eye roll from Rin.

"When was your birthday again?" Nagi asked as he looked up from his food. Bachira was taking a few deep breath as Kunigami and Chigiri sat him down while Isagi took away all the knives and forks away.

"Bachira...we really do not mean to insult you, but you don't seem like the guy who would date." Reo said, picking his words carefully to not start another issue. Nagi nodded his head and was about to speak too, but Baro covered up his mouth, sending him a warning glare along with Reo.

"Yeah, you seem...more like a ride or die for football." Niko spoke up next and the room visibly relaxed a little as Bachira nodded his head in realization.

"Oh... I guess I do come off like that at times." Bachira commented as Kunigami and Chigiri let him go.

"Is (Y/n) real or another monster of yours?" Aryu's next question came as Bachira went dead silent. Gagamaru, panicking covered Aryu's mouth and apologized in his name.

'I am not dying today!' The goalkeeper thought, but subconsciously he and the rest of the team thought over what Aryu said. Could... could this (Y/n) be just an imagination? It is Bachira after all. The rest watched the said boy talk with Isagi, explaining how wonderful, kind and beautiful (Y/n) is and how he can't wait to see her soon.

"She also plays football! She is the captain of the girl's team in my school!" Bachira added, perking the attention of the rest.

"Really?" Otoya questioned.

"Aha! She is so talented! I couldn't believe she would pick me to be her boyfriend."

'Yeah... (Y/n) isn't real.' The team thought.

"There he is! Meguru is over there!" His mom exclaimed as she pointed at the boy while he was greeting the U-20 team along with the others in the Blue Lock 11 team. (Y/n) smiled proudly at the gold-eyed boy, wearing his team's uniform with his name on the back was something (Y/n) dreamed of for years, ever since he told her about his dreams.

"He looks so adorable in his uniform, Mrs. Bachira! And the uniform looks so good on him!" (Y/n) blushed as she took out her phone, hoping she will get a good picture of him. Besides that, she liked filming or taking pictures of her boyfriend, so that they can discuss his moves and where to improve. It was always exhilarating for her to watch him, and the said could be said about him when it came to (Y/n).

'Meguru... you came so far... show them what you are made of.'

And as the match went on (Y/n) felt all the emotions wash over her body, happiness, panic, anger, relief and a lot more she couldn't name. At the end, both her and Bachira's mom cried in relief after the final goal delivered, cementing Blue Lock 11's victory over Japan's U-20 team. They were informed that they could visit the team in the dining hall occupied by them. Bachira's mom decided to stay behind and talk with Isagi's parents and she wanted to give the two some time for themselves. She was aware that (Y/n) missed Meguru and knowing her son, he did the same.

"That was such a cool score, Isagi! You show off!" Otoya chuckled as Chigiri ruffled the boy's hair. Bachira said a few quick remarks from time to time hoping he will soon get to see (Y/n). I mean... Ego did say they are free after they ate their celebratory lunch.

'Come on... I want to see (Y/n)... she probably looks as beautiful as on the day I left... all smiles and giggles, ahh~ that laughter could cure any illness.' Bachira sighed dreamily, wondering how she felt about his victory, well he wouldn't have to wonder for too long.

"MEGURU!!" The room fell silent as the boy grinned and jumped out of his seat, running towards the door. Opening the door, the gold-eyed boy was greeted by a tight hug, coming from none other than the girl he was dying to meet. The team, dumbfounded and shocked, watched as the boy got hugged by a unknown and pretty girl.

"Who is that?" Reo wondered.

"(Y/n)! I was just about to look for you!" The boys' eyes widened at that statement.

'(Y/n) is real?!'

"Meguru! You were amazing! I was in awe the whole time while watching you!" Bachira felt his heart speed up, the same giddy feeling he felt on the day he confessed came back. His (Y/n), his cute, adorable, beautiful and smart girlfriend was complimenting HIS skills. Bachira felt elated, this was better than the actual win of the match. As he looked more at the girl, the more his face turned red... (Y/n) was so beautiful. The most beautiful girl on Earth, and he is ready to fight anyone about this.

"Meguru!"

"Ha? Oh yeah, what?" Bachira shook his head, looking at the pouting girl.

"I was just explaining to you how to work on your feint technique... were you listening?"

"Sorry... I kinda got lost in your eyes." Bachira admitted, not really seeing the point in lying. He squealed a little on the inside when he saw (Y/n) blush and get shy from his statement.

"A-ah... is that so..." She said back, trying to make a proper sentence as Bachira smiled in endearment at her, but  his smile soon dropped as he felt something was off. Turning around, he noticed that not one, not two but all the players were looking at them in curiosity. Isagi and Chigiri looked at each other and got up, causing Bachira to stiffen a little and glare at them.

'Go away!' The look screamed but the two paid him no mind, more curious about the girl than they were afraid of Bachira.

"So you are the famous (Y/n), Bachira told us a lot about you."Chigiri commented as the girl looked up at them, at first her eyes held confusion and then she slowly realized who they were.

"Ah! You two are Chigiri Hyoma and Isagi Yoichi!" The two stopped for a moment, feeling heat crawl on the lir faces. The way she looked and said their names was just... just! In a blink of an eye, Bachira watched as the two boys now stood in front of (Y/n), and he was ready to yell at them to back off.

'You got to be kidding me?!' He thought in disbelief.

"You heard of us before?!" Chigiri asked in excitement as (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Yeah! You are pretty popular among my teammates, they talk about how fast of a runner you are. I never believed it to be honest, but you did prove me wrong today, Chigiri-san. Those sprints and passes were amazing!" The redhead blushed more at the compliment.

'A cute girl said I am amazing!'

"Did you hear of me too?" Isagi shyly wondered and (Y/n) squealed internally at his cuteness.

"Yeah! I heard a little bit of you from my teammates. That analyzing today was so great, I could only watch in awe as you delivered the final goal! How did you figure out the right angle?" Now it was Isagi's turn to blush and he spoke up, ignoring the glares he was getting from Chigiri and Bachira.

"Ah~ just instincts I guess. I heard from Bachira you play football at school too." Isagi spoke up as Chigiri chimed in.

"What position do you play?"

"Center forward."

Bachira groaned to himself as he watched her talk with the two. Usually any boyfriend would be elated that his girlfriend gets along with his friends...but this was horrible! The two were looking at his (Y/n) like she was a single girl and they wanted to ask her out.

"Bachira..." The boy turned around, his annoyed glare turned into a panicked look when he saw the rest of the team looked at (Y/n) with interest.

"Do you want to introduce us?"

"Yeah, don't keep us in the dark about the cutie!" And with that, Bachira was ready to kick Kurona and Otoya's

To Bachira's utter horror, (Y/n) fit very well with the team. She was able to strike up a conversation with Karasu and Otoya easily. Bachira had to keep a close eye on the two. He thought they might have a fleeting interest in her, but his hopes were destroyed when he saw the look in their eyes after (Y/n) gave them out a few compliments. Bachira was a little bit more relaxed after she shifted her attention to Reo and Nagi.

"She is so cute... too bad Bachira is her boyfriend." He heard Karasu comment.

"Who cares? Just be a homewrecker." Otoya added.

'We will have 2 members less by the end of the day.' Bachira thought, clenching his fists.

'Nooo! Not them too!' Bachira wanted to cry as he saw Reo's interest grow in real time. The billionaire heir talked about some random trip he did to a country and (Y/n) would nod along from time to time, but would start giving him tips about football by the first opportunity.

'Why can't (Y/n) be materialistic?! Reo would have moved on by now!' Bachira cried on the inside as her and Reo talked, it was obvious the boy took every word she said seriously. Now Nagi... Nagi was a whole new worry he had. The albino never cared about anyone or anything if it didn't benefit him. But now... now he was all ears, phone tucked in his pocket and listening to (Y/n), even adding in a word or two from time to time.

'I hate my life.' Bachira thought as Chigiri and Isagi kept saying how perfect (Y/n) was for him. Though he could hear the jealousy their voices, so he didn't believe they had his best interests in mind.

Aryu had made a few grave mistakes as he met (Y/n). The first one was looking at her (to Bachira at least), the 2nd one was mentioning how glamorous she looked and the third one was touching her hair, in order to give her some tips for haircare. Bachira immediately jumped up and slapped his hand away, glaring daggers at the tall boy. Aryu glared at Bachira, but soon it turned into a smirk as (Y/n) scolded him into apologizing.

Next up to fall victim to (Y/n) were Yukimiya and Baro, both boys were different but still fell for the same girl. Yukimiya loved that she was detailed and he loved talking to her about the different attacks he could perform. Baro would butt in as well from time to time, already calling (Y/n) his queen after she was whisked away by Hiori, Kurona, Niko and Gagamaru.

"Your queen? She is my girlfriend!" Bachira argued as Baro rolled his eyes.

"For now."

"Yeah Bachira! Standards change." The boy glared at Chigiri.

"For all you know, she might fall for one of us." Aryu added in and Bachira swore he was ready to play without teammates.

Hiori, Gagamaru, Kurona and Niko were probably the most respectful of the bunch to talk to (Y/n). They would exchange some football tips and funny moments they had on the field. The conversations were relatively uneventful, in Bachira's eyes at least. His alarm bells did start ringing as the four boys blushed and looked at (Y/n) in wonder.

By now, Bachira was sweating and ready to rip his hair out. Of all people who decided to approach (Y/n), it had to be Itoshi Rin, the captain of the team and the no1 ranked player at Blue Lock. He walked up to (Y/n) and introduced himself like usually, but was surprised that (Y/n) knew about him prior to Blue Lock.

"Ah~ I know and heard of a lot of center forward players. I like analyzing your techniques and incorporating them into mine." (Y/n) admitted in embarrassment as Rin nodded his head. That alone started a whole conversation between the two, it was so weird to see Rin relaxed and open to talk.

"Hey... Bachira?"

"What is it, Yukimiya?" Bachira grumbled as he tore his eyes away from the duo.

"When you and (Y/n) eventually break up, can you give me a call. I am sure (Y/n) will need a shoulder to cry on." Bachira gaped like a fish at the boy as anger started bubbling up inside of him.

"We are not breaking up. (Y/n) and I are happy-"

"For now!" Reo butted in.

"Yeah, be a brother and tell us once you break up." Nagi added in as the rest joined. Using this distraction, Rin and Isagi pulled (Y/n) out of the room in order to have practice with her.

A few weeks went by since that encounter, and Bachira was losing his mind. Every other hour one of his teammates would ask about (Y/n). What she was doing, what she liked, disliked and a ton of other things. During that time, the only thing that kept him sane was the thought how HE was the only one who got to spend a lot of time with (Y/n) and how she was HIS girlfriend. But today... today was just another day of him admitting defeat.

"You are our manager now?!" Bachira yelled as he was greeted by (Y/n) on the field. Thankfully it was just the two of them for now, so he had some time alone with the girl.

"Yeah! It was really sudden when I got the call from Teieri-san! I am so excited for the job! I will get to spend time with you and help you and your friends out!" (Y/n) cheered as Bachira blushed at her excitement. Seeing her happy made him always blush. Just as he was about to speak up again, Karasu and Rin interrupted him.

"You will be with us from now on?!"

"Really?!" The two asked in excitement as (Y/n) greeted them.

"Yeah! As of today I am the new manager." The girl explained as the two nodded their heads while the rest joined them. Bachira watched as his girlfriend got whisked away again and introduced herself to Kunigami.

'I hate my team...'

"Ahhh~" Bachira turned to look at Otoya, dreading to hear what he had to say.

"What?"

"Isn't our girlfriend beautiful~"

"She really is~"

"Mhm~" Bachira grew unnerved at Otoya, Reo and Nagi's comments and turned to glare at them.

"She is my girlfriend. MINE!"Bachira's words fell onto deaf ears as the trio kept on talking about (Y/n) and what they like about her.

"Are we talking about our girlfriend?" Chigiri asked as he joined in.

"Yeah!" They nodded their heads as Bachira looked at Chigiri in disbelief.

'I knew this would happen and I still let it happen! Nobody can resist her cuteness.' Bachira thought in misery as the four spoke.

[mykoreanlove]

sexy brain wasn’t having it

3.25 am.

Once again Namjoon lay awake at night, anticipating the next disaster. His thoughts were racing, fueling the anxiety that was rooted deep in his heart.

„Joon“, you mumbled sleepily as you twisted in his arms.

You calling him caught him by surprise, a welcomed yet unnecessary surprise.

„Why are you awake, love?“, he whispered in his deep raspy voice.

You chuckled as you patted his buff chest. „Well Sherlock, my precious darling is awake so I can’t sleep either.“

Namjoon smiled widely as he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

„Sorry.“

„Is something on your mind?“

He sighed, not really knowing how to articulate his thoughts.

„Do you remember when I told you about my ex? The one that cheated on me?“

You nodded silently.

„Do you also remember the girl that shot daggers at you when I took you out to dinner two days ago?“

„The one with the crazy eyes?“

A sad laugh escaped his lips. „Yeah. Actually, same person.“

„No way“, you gasped, suddenly fully awake. „Why didn’t you tell me?“

„Honestly? She did some crazy things back then so I just wanted to forget her. I don’t want you to be near her. Ever.“

You tightened your grip around your boyfriend, deeply touched by his concern for you.

„You really care about me, huh?“

„Slightly“, he bickered back, making the both of you laugh.

„Are you afraid that she’s gonna do something to us?“

Namjoon closed his eyes and sighed deeply. „I expect her to.“

You drew circles on his chest, hoping this would make him calm down and drift off to sleep. It seemed like it worked, until it didn’t.

Frantic sounds alerted you both, someone was ringing the bell like crazy.

„Namjoon. Namjoon!! Open up, please.“

Her whines were slurred and chaotic. You felt him tense under your touch, unsure what to do.

„Just ignore her, Joonie. I’m sure she’s gonna leave in a minute.“

„Joon!! God damn it, Joon!!! Open the fucking door!“

Namjoon debated if he should get up, but he also feared hurting you. Suddenly, the door flung open revealing a very bad tempered Jungkook.

„Hyung, please. Go talk to her. I can’t sleep and I can’t keep listening to her begging for you. I beg you talk to that lunatic.“

You squeezed Namjoon‘s hand, encouraging him to go.

„I love you“, he whispered in your ear.

„I know“, you stuck out your tongue.

„Namjoon, fucking rap monster open this door no-„

Namjoon‘s ex swallowed her tongue as she actually succeeded with her plan - her ex was standing before her, ready to listen to her tantrum.

„Joon“, she tried hugging him but he pushed her away.

„You know what time it is?“

She nodded her head, slightly ashamed. „Joon, I am sorry but I need to talk to you. Breaking up was the worst idea we ever had.“

He rolled his eyes at her, trying to stay calm.

„Cheating on me was even dumber if you ask me.“

„I never“, she tried to defend herself but bit her tongue as she saw the hurt in his eyes.

„I’m sorry. What I did was wrong. It’s just, I couldn’t handle our love back then. You’re such a grown up and I.. I am a mess.“

Flashbacks of all the tantrums she created flashed his mind. She always argued with him, accusing him of the most disrespectful shit. Looking back he could simply laugh about this, wondering how the hell he kept up with her frantics for so long. He didn’t care about the past, nor her anymore. He only cared about you.

„I call you a cab“, he stated sternly.

„NO!“

Namjoon sighed in annoyance.

„What do you want from me? Why are you here? Do you honestly think I’d take you back? After all you put me through?“

„Why not? Because of that bitch?“, she spat out.

His nostrils flared up instantly. Namjoon would never resolve a conflict with violence, especially not with a female. He’d rather contort to hurting one emotionally.

„I don’t want you to talk about my girlfriend like that. Ever again. Understood?“

„That should be me! I’m supposed to be your girl, Joon. Don’t you remember how great we were?“

„Nah“, he replied dryly.

His ex scoffed, too many blows to her ego. „Oh please, I’ve seen her. Since when do you date someone so basic? She’s half of me anyways.“

Namjoon took out his phone and ordered a cab, making an end to this nonsense.

„What are you doing? Joon, listen to me! She’s not the one for you, can’t you see?“

He raised his left brow, holding back what he truly felt.

„She’s average. Basic. Boring. I think you should dump her. I think you should get back together with me. I think you and I should become Korea‘s hottest couple and live a beautiful life together. I think I am the love of your life!“

A real, heartfelt laugh left his lips. His ex‘ eyes widened in expectation, anticipating her victory over you.

Namjoon however disagreed.

„Thank you for telling me what you think. I however, don’t think about you. At all.“

He turned around and went inside, hoping to never end up in a situation like that ever again.

[thee-ghosty]

Snippet #4

Suggestive

The hero and the villain always did this sort of dance when they fought. One would take a swing, the other would dodge and swoop down before striking back and hitting the other square in the chest. They swirled around each other, a waltz in dark alleys or empty warehouses. Sometimes, they would switch it up with a wide kick here and there, maybe an elbow to the side, anything to get close enough to touch the other without breaking the rules. The hits didn’t even hurt. Not anymore.

It was a big fight today. Heroes and villains by the dozen all fighting against another for their version of peace. But, of course, our hero and villain got swept up in their own scuffle, their “dance” was in full swing in a dark alley.

The hero was panting, sweat dripping down his forehead as he kept his fists up. Something was off in the villain’s air, a gleam in his eye the hero couldn’t identify. They went deeper into the alley and as the hero went to do a familiar strike, the villain stopped his punch.

He looked at the other in surprise as the villain delicately pushed him back until the hero’s back hit the wall.

“Villain, what are you-”

“Shh.” The villain placed a finger to his lips as he backed up and looked over his shoulder. A beat before an explosion went off in the distance. The villain nodded his head approvingly. “Alright, we have five minutes.” He stated.

“For what?” The hero asked.

“To talk.”

“About what?” The hero asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Whatever the hell is going on with you.” The villain finally turned to him, looking up and down Hero’s body. His heart stammered slightly.

“I don’t understand.”

“You’ve been acting… strange. First you were pulling your punches, then you were all skittish when I got close to you, now you won’t even show up to fights anymore” He strode over as he spoke, now standing almost toe to toe with Hero. “Is something wrong?”

“T-the agency assigned me to this big case that took all of my time. I mean, I-it’s not like I, uh, didn’t want to fight you but, you- you know…” Why am I stuttering so much? Hero thought. “Did you not like Mav?”

“She’s not you.” Villain said bluntly.

After a beat, Villain tilted Hero’s chin up, staring directly into his eyes. Holy shit. The hero tried to keep his face neutral, but the creeping blush on his neck was all too revealing. The villain tilted his head slightly, before saying the words the hero wanted dreaded to hear.

“Do you like me?”

“I-what?” Hero said hoarsely.

“Do. You. Like. Me?” Villain said slowly.

Hero shook his head. “No.”

The villain furrowed his brows. “Are you sure?”

“P-positive.”

“Even when I do this?” He asked innocently. He traced his other hand up the hero’s arm to his face and cupped his warm cheeks, sending chills down Hero’s spine. Villain slowly leaned in, the Hero widening his eyes as he his heart pounded in his chest. His mind swam, trying to process what the fuck was going on. Why was Villain doing this? Does he like me too?? Hero thought. Despite his mind becoming a mess, he started to shake his head, quietly muttering under his breath.

“Please, don’t.”

In an instant, the villain let go and stepped back, a mix of worry and regret on his face. “I…I’m sorry, I misread the situat-”

“No!” Hero exclaimed. “No, uh. It’s not you. It’s just…” The hero rocked on his feet, looking anywhere but the villain’s face. His adam's apple bobbed before he spoke again. “It’s the agency. They don’t like, um, relationships getting in the way of things and I-I can’t get kicked out.” Not when they have my entire life in their hands.

It stung to say those words. The hero never fully considered his feelings for the villain until this moment,a weight in his chest growing as he thought about being held by Villain, being kissed by his soft lips…The blush on his cheeks intensified at the thought. But he couldn’t have that. He could never have that.

The Villain stared at him, his eyes narrowing before something shifted in the Villain’s face, a familiar dark grin appearing. “Well, maybe I’ll just have to take you captive.” He purred.

The hero slowly gazed up at Villain. “Wait, you will…what?”

“I’m a villain, aren’t I? They couldn’t kick you out if I kidnapped you.” He came closer once again, placing his hands on either side of the hero’s face. “And I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me returning you in mint condition in a few days…or a few weeks, depending on how long it takes to give you some proper care.”

The hero cleared his throat. “And, um, what kind of care is that?” He asked quietly, sinking more into himself as Villain leaned in closer.

“The kind where you are writhing under me.”

Jesus Christ. Hero never thought in a million years that Villain would actually like him, let alone say something so…

The hero didn’t even have time to finish the thought before the villain cupped his face and pressed his lips to the others. After taking a second to register what happened, the hero grabbed onto the front of Villain’s suit, pulling him closer. God, he’s wanted this for so long. But as soon as it began, Villain pulled back. The hero started to stammer in protest before the villain pressed a finger to his lips.

“Patience, my dear. Pack whatever you need and I’ll take you at dusk, Alright?”

The hero could only nod, the shock holding him in his place. The villain smiled and placed a quick peck on Hero’s cheek before walking away, throwing a wink to the other over his shoulder.

It was a promise. A promise that Hero would definitely be taken cared of.

[darkacademicvibes]

You Owe Me

Fred Weasley x Fem!Lancaster!Gryffindor!Reader

Enemies to lovers, Fake dating

It's the fourth time in two weeks, and it's only Tuesday.

Adrien Pucey settles into the seat beside you, the same flirty smile on his face as his last three attempts at talking to you, and it takes everything in you to keep your glare of annoyance to yourself as you send Hermione at the gryffindor table your best 'can-we-please-have-a-tutor-session-right-at-this-second-i-need-your-help' stare, which she doesn't understand, of course, since you're usually so against studying.

"Hey gorgeous" you sigh heavily, barely glancing at him. "What do you want, Pucey" you mutter, hoping to merlin he doesn't make some revolting innuendo of some sort, you're trying to eat lunch for heavens sake.

"I want you to go out with me this weekend" he shrugs, and you turn to him, placing down your fork. "Look, Pucey, there's a nice way to say this, but I'm not going to be nice anymore. Leave me the fuck alone, I'm not interested in dating, sleeping with, or, talking to you" you state clearly, hoping it was exactly what he needed to leave you alone.

"Tell me one good reason why"

Hope is dead. There is no hope. Hopeless, that is his word, you will never say hopeless without thinking of this exact moment ever again.

"I have a boyfriend" the words practically tumble out of your mouth, and he immediately seems confused. Me too, pucey, me too. You think to yourself, because genuinely, what the fuck? No, you don't. Not that he needed to know that, because he was already standing up. "Right... uh, who, exactly?" He asks, and you panic.

"Look, we're trying to keep it to ourselves right now, yknow? We don't want anyone in our business, so if you could kind of... keep it quiet, that would be really helpful" you ramble, shit- literally - because at this point you are talking out of your arse. None of this is true, obviously, but if it gets him to leave you the fuck alone, then great, now it is. It's a lie, but it's true. In his mind, at least.

He pauses, "right." He mumbles, turning on his heel and leaving as you turn back to your meal, feeling particularly distraught.

"Y/n? It's time for our session-" Hermione Granger pauses, she's never seen you move so quickly, shoving bacon into your mouth and grabbing an apple turnover as you shove your things into your bag, standing up and grabbing her wrist with your free hand as you tug her along to the library.

What the hell happened since their last session? Y/n Lancaster has never once been the one most ready for their study session, it was always Hermione spending the better part of their scheduled two hours bribing her to actually open her books.

"I'm fucked" you state with a mortified groan the moment you make it to your usual table in the library, apple turnover in hand until you place it onto a loose piece of parchment, sending a suspicious glare to the wood of the library table. Who knew what tables couples had shagged on top of after sneaking in after hours for a bit of unsanctioned fun.

Hermione frowns, puzzled as she sits beside you, watching you actually open your textbooks. "What? What happened?" she asks, hurrying to tug her own books from her bag.

"Okay, you know how i've been bitching about Pucey asking me out and being all gross and stuff? Well he asked me out again, and I said no - obviously, like, gag - but he asked me why and I totally minblanked so I told him I have a secret boyfriend" you ramble, stressed at the situation you've gone and caused for yourself, because now you actually had to ask someone to pretend to be in a badly hidden 'relationship' with you to keep him off your back. Double gag.

She smiles, "oh, you do? congrats-"

"Hermione Jean Granger, you adorable, sweet, merlins favourite little gryffindor-"

"We're the same age-"

"-I am so greatful that you think I have such low standards and such high patience to date a boy of all things-"

"And we're both gryffindors."

"-But I am so single it borderlines on painful."

She's silent for a long moment, so long, you aren't sure if she understood you, and then, painfully slow, she begins to smile. And then a laugh bubbles out of her as you sulk, biting into the sweet apple turnover.

It takes a long few minues for her to calm enough to be able to look at you without laughing again.

"So now what?" she muses "You can't exactly keep lying and really expect to get away with it" she points out, and you fall silent, sending her a sheepish smile as she pauses, eyeing you warily.

"Y/n Gréine Lancaster, tell me you are not thinking about-"

You nod quickly, embrrassed.

"Y/n! That's ridiculous" she scolds quietly, and you groan.

"Trust me, I know... but I have to, I just want Pucey to leave me alone. He's been so convinced that i've just been playing hard to get- I can't take it anymore, 'mione, you even had to start tutoring me because i've been taking the long ways to class to avoid him in the halls" you insist.

She sighs, her gaze softening.

"I know someone you can ask, I'll talk to him" she promises softly. "He needs a date to christmas this year to keep his mother off his back anyway... a win-win situation is okay... right?" she asks softly, gently grabbing your hand. You nod softly.

"Of course, 'mione, thank you"

"Always, Y/n. Now.. herbology-"

"Oh god, must we?"

[justmeinadaze]

I'm in Control Part 6 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: On my computer these gifs are gigantic and I am ok with that because I need a big Steddie hug right now. I'm just done being an adult. Lol. Anyway, here you ya go.

There are many, MANY aggressive feels here especially from Eddie. This isn't going to be fluffy by any means but it's heading somewhere good... I hope <3. :P.

Warnings: As previously stated, this is a bit rougher than previous ones. Got some hair pulling, Steve gets popped in the face, over stimulation. The color system is used here and someone does say "Red" but its not who you would think.

Also Eddie does interact with someone from his past and talks about some of his trauma, may be a bit triggering. I think that's it...

Word count: 3766

“I appreciate the thought, Wayne. I really do but the answer is no.”

Your eye’s gradually open to the sound of Eddie’s voice in the hallway. The three of you had had your arrangement for a little over a month now and settled into a bit of a janky routine. With your schedules there really was no such thing as normal but every weekend at least since the convention had been occupied with them at (and all over) their house. 

You found yourself enjoying not just the sex but the little moments as well. One Saturday, you and Eddie tried to show Steve some cool fantasy movie but he immediately fell asleep. That following day, you took him to a comic bookstore downtown where you always found hidden gems that no other store had. It was adorable watching him make friends with some of the employees especially when he found out they played D & D. His toothy smile and fast, animated hands were a joy to behold. 

Steve was a hard nut to crack with most things but he always seemed eager and open when it came to trying something he knew nothing about. You told him one day that you were really excited the movie theater was doing a back-to-back marathon of B movies that weekend so he got you both tickets since Eddie would be busy on set that night. When you two left the auditorium, he had a big smile on his face talking about the cheesy films you just witnessed. 

The more time you spent with them though, the more you found yourself wanting to know more about them. They dropped little tidbits of their history here and there but never actually let you it. To be fair, they never asked you anything about your past either. 

“Everything okay?”, you asked Eddie as he came back into the bedroom.

“Yeah, Sweetheart. Just my uncle calling to say hello.”

You crawled out of Steve’s embrace to sit up in their bed. “Just hello? It sounded more intense than that.”

“Nope. Nothing for you to be concerned about.” He smiled over at you as he sat down on the edge of the mattress but his tone came out more curtly than you had ever heard from him before. 

“You know…you can talk to me about anything—”

“IT’S FINE, Y/N! Now mind your fucking business!”

You both stared each other down; his eyes filled with anger whereas yours was a mix of pain and slight annoyance. After climbing out of their bed, you grabbed your clothes from the floor and entered their bathroom, slamming the door behind you. You could hear Steve’s stern grumble on the other side. 

“Eddie, you can’t talk to her like that. We aren’t playing right now.”

“I know. I know. I just—”

You abruptly opened the door to face them both. “Why won’t you guys talk to me about personal things?” Neither of them answered and it infuriated you. 

“I feel like we are being more open with each other, right? And when we started this, you never said we couldn’t talk to each other about our past. Yet every time I ask a question or offer an ear, you BOTH shut me down.”

“We don’t talk about things like that because it doesn’t matter.” Steve’s answer startled you. You expected them to pull you back to bed and at least have a conversation about the topic. 

“I feel like that’s starting to be the tag line of this relationship.” You stomp out of their room on a mission to find to your shoes, hearing them shuffle as the follow after you. 

I’m in control.

“I want to know more about you guys and I feel like you should want to know more about me.”

“You don’t get to make demands, remember?” Steve’s dominate side vaguely started to pull forth. 

“See, that’s where the line becomes blurred, doesn’t it? In there”, you point towards the bedroom, “you don’t tell me things. Fine. Your fucking rules. But out here, as your agent and your friend, you don’t tell me anything either.”

They glance at each other and you know before you even say anything. “Yeah, I see where the mistake was made. Bedroom… Daddy and Sir. Outside… Eddie and Steve. We never agreed to be friends.”

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” Eddie stepped forward but before he could reach you, you stepped out of the way and out their front door. 

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“This is your fucking fault.” Eddie growled at Steve as they entered the agency Monday morning. 

For the entire previous week, you had severely rained in your time with the boys; only answering texts and calls about work. You showed up on set for their show right when they yelled action and disappeared before they cut. When they tried to hunt you down at your office, you always seemed to be out. 

Even though you never planned on coming over on the weekends, they had grown accustomed to it and when you didn’t show up, that’s when they became angry. 

“How is this my fault? You’re the one that snapped at her.”

“I told you we should have talked to her about how we were starting to have feelings for her but you said we shouldn’t. I’m not going to tell someone who ends up leaving us my personal business.”

“Oh really, Munson? You won’t even tell me what your uncle called about and I’m your best fucking friend.”

“That’s because I’m pissed at you, you fucking dick!”

“Oof. Some people woke up on the wrong side of their beds today.” You walked past them towards your office, sipping casually from your takeout coffee cup. 

 “Where the hell were you?!”, Steve shouts.

“What do you mean, Mr. Harrington?”

“You didn’t come over this weekend.” Eddie strode in behind his friend, shutting the door behind him. 

“Was I supposed to? There was nothing scheduled for you guys. Avery came down to look at places so I helped him with that and then he invited me to Fantasy. You know that new club they opened. You should check it out. There were a lot of beautiful girls there.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed at as he leaned his palms down on the top of your desk. “Is this really the game you want to play with us, little girl? Because I assure you, we always win.”

You crossed your arms leaning forward on your elbows, your face so close to his your noses almost touched. “See…the problem with you, Steve, is you think everything is a little game. Since our arrangement is just sex, I didn’t need it from either of you this weekend. Trust me, I got enough.”

“Please say that you’re lying.” Eddie’s voice shook as he bounced on his legs. 

Your stoic expression faltered slightly at his tone, glancing at him before focusing back on Steve whose eyes hadn’t moved from you once. 

“Go ahead. Break his heart.” His voice was so low only you could hear his taunt.

I’m in control.

“You broke mine first.”

Eddie reached for the glass decoration on your desk and threw it at the wall. You stood up from your chair, alarmed at his sudden outburst. You and Steve watched him with caution as he paced back and forth. 

When he finally stopped, his eyes were vacant. “Both of you come with me.”

“Where are we—”

“Shut the fuck up, Steve! I’m in control right now. Do you understand me?!”

“Yes, Sir.” You both responded in unison. There’s more than authority in Eddie’s request and the fact that he needs you AND his friend to listen to him means it’s important so you follow his instruction. 

He throws on his leather jacket, pulling the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as he heads for Steve’s car with you two in tow. 

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Your eyes move from place to place around the waiting room of the penitentiary. Eddie’s arms are crossed tight around his chest as his leg jumps.

“Eddie, what are we doing here?” 

He had been silent the entire one-hour car ride up here occasionally breaking the silence by rolling down his window to smoke a cigarette. 

“Now, here are my rules for the moment. Neither of you say a word when we get back there.”

“Yellow.”

You understood you guys weren’t in the bedroom and you three definitely weren’t playing but you didn’t know what else to say. The fact that neither of them were telling you what was going on and it seemed Eddie was on his own personal mission terrified you a bit. 

Steve took your hand in his as Eddie’s eyes met yours for a moment before looking back down to the floor. “You’re safe, Princess. I promise. I would never let anything hurt you but if you don’t want to come back there with me, I will understand. I’m nervous myself.”

“Munson party?”, the officer calls after opening the heavy door. 

The metalhead stands without hesitation and walks through ready to face this alone but breathes a sigh of relief when he hears your voice offer a small thank you to the young man who held the door open for you and Steve.

He led you down a corridor into a room styled the same way you’d seen movies a million times. There were booths that were divided every which way with glass in the front so you could still see the person you were talking to. Both sides had a payphone style telephone hung on the side. 

“Now obviously you can each only talk to him one at a time—”

“Oh, they’re my moral support. They won’t speak to him.”

“Okay, that being the case”, the officer turns to you and Steve. “You can both stand here behind him but that’s it, okay?” You nod as he leads Eddie to a chair in front of the glass partition. 

On the other side, a young female officer brings an older man out that looks a little like Eddie but with more tattoos and harder features. He sighed as both men picked up their phones. 

“Hey Edward.”

“Dad.”

“Jesus.” You looked up at Steve whose eyes were wide with surprise. His hand gripped yours tighter as if he let go, he would float away.

“So, uh, how have you been?”

“Look, why don’t we skip the pleasantries and you tell me what you want. Wayne said you needed help.”

Eddie’s dad scoffed as he clenched his fists trying to control his temper. “Wayne was always a good man. I never got to thank him for—”

“I’m leaving.”

“Ok! Okay. Sit! God damn! Just like your mom with that smartass mouth.” He waved at the officer behind him assuring her he was calm. Steve on the other hand lurched forward before you quickly pulled him back. 

“He’s ok, Steve. He’s ok.” Your free hand wrapped around his arm as you tugged him closer. 

“I have a bail hearing coming up. My new lawyer up here thought it would be a good idea if you spoke on my behalf. Tell them that you forgive me or some shit.”

“Are you serious?”, Eddie cackled. “That’s how you ask for my help? After everything you did and after all these years? You want me to lie for you.”

“Your uncle wouldn’t let me contact you when you were a kid or else, I would have fucking asked sooner.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a while since I’ve been eighteen so…”

“Yet it still took you till you were 21 to graduate high school. Oh yeah, kid. I still have friends in Hawkins.”

“Good. Maybe one of them can fly up here and stand up for you.”

“Look at Mr. high and mighty over here. What makes you think you’re so much better than me anyway?!”

Eddie hung up the phone as he turned away. His dad was shouting after him as his son brushed past you both and out the door. 

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Eddie immediately lit a fresh cigarette as soon as he was outside the jail. You didn’t wait for him to say anything, wrapping your arms around his waist as he leaned against Steve’s car. 

“Are you okay, man?” His friend nods as his arms remain at his sides. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Like I said, Harrington… I was fucking pissed at you. Plus, I wasn’t even going to come down here.”

“What made you change your mind?”

You felt his index finger tap your head. “Her.” 

He watched you as you pulled away from him, trying to make sense of what he was saying. 

“You didn’t have to do this, Eddie.”

“I know I didn’t have to but… I wanted to tell you. I want to tell you more about my fucked up past but I don’t want to open up to someone who’s going to fucking leave. There’s no point.” He gestures towards the jail. “My parents were the first people to hurt me and abandon me. I wanted to show you the shit I dealt with.”

“Where’s your mom?”

Eddie inhales the butt of the cigarette before puffing out a cloud of smoke. “I don’t know. She left me with my uncle after my dad went in. He was originally in a different prison closer to Indiana but Wayne called to tell me they moved him up here and that he needed something from me.”

“I imagine there are many answers to my next question but why are you angry with Steve?” 

“Because…” they quickly make eye contact before Eddie looks back down at his shoes. “I thought we should talk to you about us having feelings for you but Steve said that would be a bad idea. If it’s just sex, you’ll leave at some point. They always do.”

You didn’t know what to say. Your arms wrapped around your body as you turned away from them trying to gather your thoughts. Steve chuckled behind you. 

“Told you, Eds.”

You turned on him, fury emanating from you. “Fuck you, Steve Harrington! You try to act like your so hard. Like you’re some tough badass who doesn’t care about anyone or anything! Mister call me Daddy in bed but can’t step up anywhere else! He has every right to be mad at you! You should have talked to me!”

The sound of Eddie’s boots squashing his cigarette reminded you he was there. “And you, Mr. Munson—”

“Don’t come at me, sweetheart. I’m not in the fucking mood.”

“Exactly.” You charged up to him until your chest bumped his. “You both may work together, live together, and fuck together but you are your own person, Eddie! If you wanted to tell me how you felt then you should have! You don’t need him to dictate you! You’re dominate to remember? Or is the Sir just for show?!”

“Ugh! I’m so fucking angry with you both. If I wanted pussys I would have dated a woman or stayed back home.”

Eddie’s arm shot out as his hand grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to them. Steve opened the backseat, holding the door open for his friend to shove you in and climb in with you. 

As the car started and began its journey back home, you push against Eddie, hitting him with your small fists before he gripped your wrist with his large hands. He spun you around so you were both sitting horizontally with his back against the door and your back on his chest. His left leg swung on top of both your legs holding them still as you continued to wiggle. 

“You know the safe word. You know how to use it. No one is going to ask you any questions tonight, Princess. If you want this to end you just say that word and we’ll stop. The only thing I want to hear is ‘Yes Sir’ to what I just said. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He shuffled his grip so both your wrists were being restrained in one of his hands as the other took hold of your throat, squeezing it between his fingers. 

“You think the titles are just for show? That Steve and I are pussys, is that right?” You coughed, trying to catch your breath as he let you go. “Answer me. Honestly.”

“Sirs don’t need Daddy’s permission to get something done.” You heard Steve angrily sigh in the front seat as his fingers tightened around the steering wheel. 

Eddie reached down to unbutton your jeans, shoving his hand under the waistband of your panties before running a stripe with his fingers through your folds.

“Little one talks a big game but she’s fucking dripping right now.”

“Don’t get cocky. It’s not for you. Replace you with anyone else and it would be the same ahhh!” Eddie cut you off by abruptly pushing two of his fingers into your entrance. 

“Stop. Speaking. Jesus, Steve. Did you hear her? She’s a fucking slut now. I guess whoever she was fucking this past weekend when she didn’t need us just blew her mind and changed her perspective.”

His pace was ruthless as he pumped his digits into you. 

“Oh and don’t worry. You don’t have to ask to cum this time. I don’t want to hear your voice that much. I heard enough in the parking lot.”

Your back pushed against him as you felt yourself quickly tumble of the edge as you came. You expect him to slow down after he rode you through your high but he didn’t. He kept up the exact same rhythm not even allowing you a moment to catch your breath. 

“Eddie, please.”

He removed his leg from yours and wrestled with your body to tug your jeans down. Shifting you back in your original position, he utilized his right leg to spread your legs open as wide as he could. His hand promptly came down and smacked your pussy making you yelp.

“Who am I right now?!” 

“Sir!”

Eddie shoved his fingers back inside of you resuming his original pace. 

The car ride back was a little under an hour and the metalhead spent the entire ride making you cum. Steve’s backseat was a mess but neither of them cared. As soon as they got back to their house, they wasted no time throwing you over their shoulder and heading straight for the bedroom. Steve tossed you on the mattress and your hand immediately shot out in the air, not even sure where they both were. 

“YELLOW!” You heard the sound of shuffling as someone sat in a chair and the other leaned against the wall. Your eyes were full of tears when you looked at them. Not tears of pain, but of frustration. You reached for a pillow and threw it across the room towards their feet. 

“You should have said something.” You scolded them through gritted teeth. “I…feel…stupid.” Getting up on your knees you, you pointed your index finger at them. “I trusted you enough to agree to this but you can’t trust me enough to tell me you’re getting feelings for me?” They watched as your hands shook. “And I’M pathetic.”

Your jaw clenched as you defiantly faced them. “Green.” Neither of them moved. “I said Green. I’m ready.”

“Red.” Eddie glanced at Steve who walked over to his mini fridge in the corner and pulled out a water bottle. When he tried to hand it to you, you smacked it out of his hand. 

“Why? I said green.”

He casually reached for the bottle again, but then he tried to hand it to you, you threw it across the room. “I know you said green but I’m saying red. We’re done for tonight.”

“WHY?! I can take it!”

“I don’t care if you think you can take it. That’s not the point. This has gone way past pleasure so I’m calling it. Our…ALL of our feelings are getting in the way right now and I think we should wait until we’ve talked to—”

You smacked him then. “Now you want to talk, you fucking asshole!”

You fell back on your heels and hung your head. The bed shifted as Steve sat beside you.

“Can I hold you?” Your hair bounced as you nodded and he swiftly pulled you into his arms on to his lap. “I’m sorry, baby girl. You’re right. You’re not stupid. I’M stupid. Daddy’s sorry.”

You felt yourself shrink into his chest as he held you to him.

“You’re not stupid, dude. Just…jaded like me.” Eddie sat beside him, putting his arm around his friend’s shoulder as his hand rested on your legs.

“I’m sorry, Ed. You were right to. The three of us should have talked about it together.”

“Why didn’t you?” Steve loosened his grip on you so he could see your face to answer your question. His finger poked at your shoulder. 

“Agent. Client.” He flashed you a small smile. “We do think of you as friend. Always have. I really like spending time with you.”

“Me to.” Eddie grinned softly at you. 

“But to push this into a romantic relationship…that’s a whole other ball field.”

“Pfft, leave it to Harrington to make a sports metaphor.”

When you laugh, they both breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Can we…talk about this tomorrow? After your shoot, maybe. I’m just incredibly tired.”

“Of course, pretty girl. Do you want us to take you home?”

“Can I stay here?”

“Yeah, we’ll just go sleep in my room.” Eddie rises but stops when you whine.

“You can lay with me. I don’t mind.”

Steve stands up with you in his arms before placing you down in the middle of the bed and under the covers. 

“I’ll make you deal. You drink some of this and we’ll lay with you.” He playfully tosses the water bottle in your lap. 

You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until the first drop hit your lips. Eddie grinned as he took the empty bottle from your hands and they both crawled in beside you. 

“Hey Eds?” He answers you with a soft hm. “I’m proud of what you did today. I know it wasn’t easy seeing your dad.” You cup one of his cheeks with your hand and tenderly kiss his lips.

As you lay back down you turn your neck to give Steve a kiss as well. His hands brush through your hair as Eddie rolls onto his side to caress your face. 

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P&C | Ch. 1: The Night Before I Met You

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"Mira? Miraya? Can you hear me?" my mom's soft cries call out from the phone.

"Hi mom ... m... mom it's a video call, you have to turn the camera towards you," I quickly explain, glancing at my mom's ear that stares back at me through the screen. It only takes her three tries and a hate speech against our electronic world until we are finally met face to face.

"Is it working now? Can you see me?"

I nod, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Miraya, how are you? Why don't you ever call us? I can't sleep at night thinking about how you're all alone. Your dad is getting mad at me, he thinks my worrisome would somehow bother you. Says you're too busy." her words, although sprinkled with annoyance are coated with genuine concern that fills the room.

Moving out of my parent's home is one thing, but moving to another country ... alone ... is something completely different. I used to say the world is my oyster all the time, but now that I've tasted that stupid oyster, I feel ashamed of my poor judgment. I would rather walk across a field of legos barefoot than go through another immigration process on my own.

See, a year ago, I would have only dreamed of living in Korea. Learning about the culture and exploring their diverse cuisine. It was all fun and games until hope turned into manifestation, which then transformed into a deep-rooted determination. I've spent all three years of high school, working my ass off, perfecting my GPA to appeal to the board of education. I guess it all paid off in the end, since fast forward to a year later, and I am now living in my one-room dorm at one of the most prestigious universities in Korea.

"I'm sorry Mom, I truly am. I keep meaning to, but honestly, there's just not enough time in the day." I try to convince both of us.

To be honest, it has been about 2 months since I arrived, but with each passing day, I feel more and more lost. This whole time I've been consumed with academics, relying on nothing but my humongous brain to pull through with this mission. But, now I realise that in terms of just living, functioning as one singularity in the real world, I am hopeless. An absolute noob of a human being. I've grown too comfortable living under my parent's wings. Always enclosed in a bubble of security and protection, which I'm eternally grateful for if it wasn't for the fact that I'd become a complete menace to my older self.

Nonetheless, I'm here, somehow managed to overcome the post-immigration depression, even though the state of my dorm would like to argue otherwise. This is partially why I tend not to call home as often as I wish to or should. I never want my parents to see the behind-the-scenes of my "success", they at least deserve to live in peace knowing that their daughter who is 8600 km away is managing everything just fine.

"Miraya, please honey, don't make me call you out of worry. I want us to talk daily just because. I miss you so much, it feels like half of my heart left with you." my mom's voice breaks with each word, as her eyes fill with tears. 

"Sorry Mommy, I promise I will call every day from now on. I miss you guys as well, it's insane to think that I won't be able to see you guys for Thanksgiving." I try to maintain my composure by changing the topic before nibbling on my lips to calm the nerves. 

I'm the oldest daughter out of three kids but my parents have always treated me like their little princess. This means that without fail, I have always taken that to my advantage. And, no you can't talk to customer service about your complaints regarding moi because this main character energy has been deep-rooted in me since my diaper days. So, please, respectfully, keep it to yourself.

Anywho, back to the point. Although my two brothers still live at home, my departure has left a big mark on our family dynamic. My mom has been worried sick for the past 2 months while the men of the family try to calm down her nerves. My brothers are beginning to feel a bit offended as they feel like my mom is neglecting their presence but in reality, she just isn't used to this distance, especially away from her blood. My dad is no better, he may look all tough and composed but for the first week following my departure, he cried himself to sleep while holding on to my childhood plushie.

"Okay, please keep that promise, honey. Everyone is sending you so much love, please take care of yourself. Are you ready for the first day?"

"I mean, as ready as I can get, I guess. I walked around campus today to get an idea of where everything is. The only problem is that I have about 10 minutes to get to my physics class on the other side of the main quad. But, aside from that it's manageable." I nod with reassurance, giving my mom a thumbs up. 

"You're a smart cookie, dear. Everything will be just fine. You know I pray for you every day, ask God to protect my baby."

"Thank you, Mommy, well I'm going to have to go now. The dining hall closes in an hour. There's always such a big lineup." I say, looking around for my portable charger. 

"Of course, my love. We miss you, please stay safe!" my mom waves me goodbye with a soft smile as the wrinkles around her eyes become more prominent with each call. 

And, as the sunset paints the sky in warm, beautiful tones, I quickly grab my keys, ID, and wallet before heading out the door after checking that everything has been unplugged. Speedwalking down the hall, I managed to make it into the elevator before the door closed, that is until I tripped over my flip-flops and stumbled upon something. Perhaps, a body.

I dared not to lift my head, as one hand held onto the wall while the other rested on someone's chest. I could feel my face getting redder but the longer I stayed like this the more it appeared as less of an accident.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay? I was trying to make it to the elevator but my flip-flops had other plans." I quickly say, straightening up as my hand finally detaches from them.

Locking eyes with the poor fellow I was shocked by how composed he was, letting out a slight chuckle as his gaze admired my flushed cheeks. 

"No worries, are you okay? Why are we in a rush?" he asks with a boxy smile.

"Oh, no, I'm fine, just embarrassed. I was rushing to the dining hall, there's always such a big lineup." I explain, still trying to maintain minimum eye contact as the blood from my face steadily settles down.

"Aah, I see. Well, don't be embarrassed, it happens to the best of us. Anywho, this is my stop, I guess I'll see you around?" he waves me a quick goodbye before the elevator doors close.

"Yeah, b .. bye," words fumble out of my mouth before I was left reflecting on my actions surrounded by the four walls. Looking up, I was, unfortunately, able to make out the state the guy saw me in. 

Hair? Still left in two messy space buns, after I complained of it being in my face the whole time I was unpacking.

My shirt, you might ask? Well, it could only be the most humiliating piece of fabric I could find at my grown age, aka my Barbie merch. This whole time I was worried about my red face, while my shirt was covered in Raquelle printouts. Great.

--

I was right, the line at the dining hall was long, even more so than usual. But, at least, I was able to find my friend, Jiah. She was the first person I met on campus, and even though we hung out every day since my arrival, we only realized that we were neighbours about a week ago. Women in STEM, what can I say?

"Miraya!" she shouts across the hall, waving her hands as we lock eyes. I squeeze through a literal sea of hungry students and finally make it towards her.

"Jiah, you have no idea how happy I am to finally see you," I say, breathless from all that walking (it was a maximum of 10 steps).

"Finally? What do you mean finally? We saw each other in the morning," the poor girl responds with actual concern on her face. Was I giving hints of an early stage of dementia? 

"Yes, but so much has happened. First of all, look at me. I look like I just came out of hibernation." I sigh, realising she wouldn't understand my frustration as she is also repping the Barbie merch.

"What do you mean? You look cute," she reassures me with a small chuckle.

I can't help but laugh because we both look ridiculous, but it's less embarrassing when a 6-foot-blonde guy with a boxy smile isn't involved in the scenario. So, we quickly grab the food and enjoy the little debrief about our first day of classes.

"You know, I compared my schedule with my boyfriend yesterday and we only have 3 classes together." Jiah sighed, pouting her lips.

"Well, you know, 3 classes versus the rest of your life. I feel like you guys will manage just fine." I chuckle, as she smiles back at me.

"You're right, it's silly. I just miss him. He has been away this whole summer, and no one warned me about how tough long distance is."

"Where was he again?" I ask.

"Well, he first went on a grad trip with his guy friends and then back home to visit his grandparents. I just wished he was able to come back sooner. I really miss him." Jiah looks down at her plate, swirling the leftovers with her fork.

"Hey, Jiah, it's just one more night. Do you want to sleep in my dorm for today? We can have a relaxing pampering night, hm?" I say, reaching my hand toward hers as she glances back up with a smile.

--

"What do you think of this? Or is this better?" I ask, forcing Jiah to judge the fashion show I have created out of my possible outfit options for tomorrow.

"Oh, number 2. One hundred percent. Are you kidding me? You look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in knee-high boots." she replies with a satisfied look, fully trusting her judgement.

The weather in Seoul is getting chillier so the knee-highs fit the theme, but are they not a bit too much? But also, I did not just go through all of those years to be just much. So, you best believe I will be making an appearance in those bad boys.

"You're right, okay well then I'm all ready. Just have to actually wake up on time." I say, laying on the sofa before looking at the organized row of necessities Jiah and I prepped for the following morning. The rest of the night was spent talking and making dinner before we both fell asleep to the sound of rain. 

Next

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10/18/2024 ~ Jazz Highlight

How did I not post this yet??? SO. MUCH. HAPPENED THAT DAY. I actually have a 4,500 word document explaining the entire class because I just had to get my excitement out by typing it all down, but I will be making it significantly shorter here for the sake of y’all’s sanity. 😅

(I COULD ONLY FIT ONE MOMENT, IT WAS TOO LONG….so I’ll post the others eventually!!!)

But first and foremost, I know my posting schedule has been vastly irregular, so thank you all for your patience!! Marching season is approaching the finish line so I’ve just been trying to take it all in, especially since this will be my last season with M and U. Once it’s said and done, I will have an unreal amount of free time so my posts should be more regular.

Anywho, back to the post itself!!! OMG I am SO excited to tell you all this!!! IT WAS SO GOOODDDD HE MADE SO MUCH FUN OF ME (I was being stupid that day and I’m almost never stupid in band, I guess he loved it) AND UGH THERE WERE SPARKS. 🌟 MORE BELOW!!!!

~ Firstly, we were doing our usual warmup with our Blues Scale sequences, then he had paused to address a person who recently joined our class. Mr. U asked them if he had given them their music for these scales, to which the kid responded with a quick and short “no,” and a smile.

Mr. U’s attention had shifted from that student to the person who sat next to them…which, of course, happened to be me. “Then use hers,” Mr. U stated simply. As I had been looking at the student previously, the mention of a female student in their proximity caught my attention (since I knew I was the only one next to them, haha) and I whipped my head over to meet Mr. U’s eye, figuring he was talking to me.

I was gagged upon seeing him: Legs sprawled out on either side of him as he was leaning forward on his chair, he humored me, his toothy smile and playful gaze rendering my heart a fluttering mess. He leaned back a little bit as he remarked, “Help a brother out!,” his boyish nature coming out with his words, and his eyes shining with youthful mischief.

(Side notteee! Though this statement wasn’t inherently inappropriate or out of place, it’s just always so nice hearing him talk in such an informal fashion. Of course, it’s just a byproduct of having a slightly younger teacher just reaching his early thirties… but I love seeing the him behind his teacher facade. 🤭 Especially when he curses. Okay, back into it!)

When he said this, though he intended it to be amusing for me, I delivered the intended smile and giggle in response, but instead of obliging happily, I found myself frozen with a slight trepidation in my seat. Why? Well, I was fairly sure I didn’t have my sheet, since I remembered cleaning out my binder for a rehearsal once and taking the sheet out. I couldn’t keep him waiting, however, so I quickly piped up. He liked me….I think…. so he wouldn’t be too mad at me, right?

“I…” I began, moving to hide my face behind my stand as I loosely fumbled through my binder’s jazz section, fairly sure I wouldn’t find anything. “I think my music’s at home.” My admission was met with a very brief moment of silence before I got the courage to peek back up at Mr. U, who had immediately shot up out of his chair.

I cowered a little in shame as his smile dropped in feigned frustration, though in the way he moved to the spare music shelf and only let out a groan of annoyance I could tell he wasn’t actually mad. “There’s gotta be some sheets in here,” he stated, to which I shot down the idea immediately. “There aren’t any. I checked there recently.”

So he then proceeded to check the whole shelf, likely not because he didn’t believe me, but to spite me… complaining out loud about how we always lost our stuff and that he’d had to print out this sheet for, like, the different kids in three weeks. I frowned at his whining; though hyperbolic, his message remained clear. We needed to have our stuff….and for the first time in this class, I did not have it on me. But I did have it, just at home! I had to save my dignity, at least what was left of it.

Insistently and with an uneasy smile, I called out, “I have the sheet!!! It’s just at home!!” But once I defended my case to try and make a point about my reliability, Mr. U merely chucked out a response. “No you don’t,” he spoke clearly and matter-of-factly, his fingers still moving through the shelved papers. “I do!! It’s at my house!” I argued again, chuckling myself, all in a fit of laughs, because I just could not get why he wasn’t understanding my point.

Right after I said that, I watched him stop and smirk to himself. Turning his head back over his left shoulder, Mr. U regarded me with the most smug and lax expression in the world (that little smartass). He spoke in a calm voice with his back still turned to me, but his eyes locking into mine, searching my soul.

“But it’s not here right now, is it?” He reasoned. Gently, smugly, he restated, “So you don’t have it.”

It’s not fun to be wrong… and I’m not a sore loser—in fact, I’m very patient— but I just get embarrassed really easily when I’m wrong. I didn’t mind the embarrassment when it came to losing an argument with Mr. U, though. Funny how that worked out. I really wanted to bite back, but I knew it was a losing battle. He was right anyway.

And his smug, challenging face only coaxed me into admitting defeat. So, gritting my teeth, and smirking angrily at him, I spoke out in a low, bitter voice.

“Got it.”

He merely stared at me with a satisfied, powerful smile for a few more seconds after that, then got back to searching the shelves. Meanwhile, my classmates let out surprised chuckles at my tone of voice, I guess since they’ve never seeing me this agitated before. I don’t think Mr. U has either, come to think of it. Anyway, he finished the shelves rather quickly after that, so he found that I was right about there being no sheets and he went into his office to print out some more.

While he was in there and moaning about something else, I began to actually sift through my music in search for my Blues sheet. I turned to the first page of my jazz section to start, and lo and behold… there was the sheet that I thought I’d lost at home. My voice picked up in a fit of laughter upon seeing it.

“Oh my God! I have it…” I turned to a student beside me, who laughed as well at the irony of the situation. “It’s right here!!! I guess I turned past it!” I exclaimed, surely loud enough for Mr. U to hear because he actually has really good ears… but I wasn’t ready for his response.

Coming from the office, his voice traveled in a contemptuous cry, “Oh my Goddd, [RAAASSSSCCCCAAAALLLLLLL]!!!!”

He had yelled my name out, bringing me to shrink ashamedly in my seat, cowering both with immense joy at his boisterous, fun reaction, and a little bit of fear at whether or not he’d decide to pummel me with his words afterwards. After he had said this, his voice sounded again, more casual but still his usual projecting volume, “I heard that by the way.”

I thought it was hilarious that he’d said this after yelling out my name… like I wouldn’t have figured it out. “I know,” I spoke, grinning from ear to ear. Even if I had tried harder in that moment to suppress the immense excitement I was getting from his attention, I don’t think I could. My heart was bursting at the seams with how much happiness it was experiencing, I was sure.

I turned my music to the side after finding it so the person beside me could read off it; meanwhile, a dramatically disappointed Mr. U came out of his office, shaking his head. We then got riiight back into the exercise, and class continued as normal…

Until he picked up his trumpet to play us an example of the articulations we should use, and all of his valves got stuck. 🤭 Hahaha!

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Jealous hearts

Jealous Olivia :( (this is a request from @swiftsmlb!!)

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I spotted her from across the room, laughing and talking animatedly with someone I didn't recognize. My heart clenched uncomfortably in my chest as I watched them. She looked so happy, so engaged. It was supposed to be our night, and yet she was giving all her attention to someone else.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising tide of jealousy. It wasn't like me to get this worked up, but I couldn't help it. She was special, and seeing her with someone else felt like a knife twisting in my gut.

"Hey, Liv, you okay?" one of my friends asked, noticing my distracted state.

"Yeah, just give me a minute," I replied, forcing a smile before making my way over to her.

As I approached, I could hear her laughter, see the way her eyes sparkled as she talked. The person she was with—a tall, attractive woman—was hanging on her every word. It made my blood boil.

"Hey," I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. "Having fun?"

She turned to me, her smile faltering a little when she saw the look on my face. "Olivia, hey! I was just catching up with an old friend. This is Taylor."

Taylor offered me a friendly smile, but I barely acknowledged it. My focus was entirely on her. "Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

"Sure," she said, giving Taylor an apologetic look before following me to a quieter corner of the room. "What's up?"

"What's up?" I repeated, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm. "I've been standing there watching you give all your attention to someone else for the past hour."

She frowned, clearly taken aback. "Olivia, it's not like that. Taylor is just an old friend. We were catching up."

"An old friend who's clearly very interested in you," I snapped, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Liv, you're overreacting. There's nothing going on between us."

"Then why did it look like you were enjoying her company more than mine?" I shot back, feeling the tears of frustration prick at the corners of my eyes.

"Why are you acting like this?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "It's just a conversation."

"Just a conversation?" I echoed, my voice growing louder. "You were practically glowing, and she couldn't take her eyes off you. How am I supposed to feel?"

"Like you trust me!" she replied, her voice rising to match mine. "I can't believe you're getting this worked up over nothing."

"Nothing? It didn't look like nothing to me," I said, my frustration boiling over. "It looked like you were enjoying her attention a little too much."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Liv, you're blowing this out of proportion. I care about you, not her. You have to believe that."

I looked away, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt. "I just... I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me," she said softly, stepping closer and placing a hand on my arm. "But you need to trust me, Olivia. We can't keep doing this."

I met her gaze, my anger slowly dissipating. "I'm sorry. I just get so scared sometimes. You're everything to me, and the thought of losing you to someone else terrifies me."

She pulled me into a hug, her touch soothing my frayed nerves. "I understand. But you have to trust that I feel the same way about you. You're the one I want to be with."

I buried my face in her shoulder, taking comfort in her presence. "Promise?"

"Promise," she whispered, pulling back to look me in the eyes. "Now, let's get out of here. Just the two of us."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I'd like that."

We left the party, hand in hand, finding a quiet spot where we could be alone. I led her to a small, cozy café nearby that I knew stayed open late. We found a corner booth, and I ordered us some hot cocoa, hoping to warm both of our spirits.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she said, her fingers lacing with mine across the table.

"Of course," I replied, squeezing her hand. "I just needed some time alone with you. I'm sorry I got so jealous."

She smiled gently. "It's okay, Olivia. I understand. But you don't have to worry about anyone else. I'm here with you because I want to be."

Her words reassured me, but I still felt a lingering doubt. "It's just... I see how people look at you, and it scares me. I don't want to lose you."

"You won't," she said firmly. "You're the only one I want, Liv. You have to trust me."

"I do trust you," I said, meeting her gaze. "It's just hard sometimes. You're amazing, and I guess I feel like I have to keep proving myself to you."

"You don't have to prove anything," she said, her eyes softening. "Just be yourself. That's all I want."

Our drinks arrived, and we sipped them in comfortable silence for a while. The warmth of the cocoa and the cozy atmosphere helped ease the tension I had been feeling. After a few minutes, she reached out and took my hand again.

"Let's make a deal," she said, her voice soft but serious. "No more jealousy. If either of us feels insecure, we'll talk about it. No assumptions, no jumping to conclusions. Deal?"

I nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Deal."

We finished our drinks and left the café, walking hand in hand down the quiet streets. The night was cool, but her presence made me feel warm and secure. We talked about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company.

Eventually, we found ourselves at a small park. The playground was empty, and we took a seat on one of the swings, gently swaying back and forth. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close.

"This is nice," she murmured, her eyes half-closed.

"Yeah, it is," I agreed, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. "I'm sorry again for getting so worked up. I just care about you so much."

"I know," she said, lifting her head to look at me. "And I care about you too. We're going to be okay, Olivia. As long as we have each other, we'll be fine."

I smiled, feeling the truth of her words. "You're right. We will be."

We stayed there for a while, just enjoying the quiet night and each other's presence. Eventually, we decided to head back to her place. As we walked, I felt a renewed sense of hope and confidence in our relationship. We could get through anything as long as we communicated and trusted each other.

When we reached her doorstep, she turned to me with a smile. "Thank you for tonight, Liv. I had a wonderful time, despite everything."

"Me too," I said, leaning in to kiss her softly. "Let's do this again soon. Just us."

"Definitely," she replied, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Goodnight, Olivia."

"Goodnight, beautiful," I said, watching as she slipped inside.

As I walked back to my car, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Spoiling her, seeing her smile, it all made me happier than I could have ever imagined. And I knew that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

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morbid attraction

Ethan Landry x reader

AU where Stu Macher has an illegitimate child. During Scream 6.

summary: Y/n is a freshman at Blackmore University. They're currently pursuing a bachelor's degree in forensic science to become an autopsy technician. To further their research, and to make money, they pick up shifts as a mortuary assistant. Y/n must come to terms with the trauma of gruesome murders of their hometown, copes with the memories of their ex girlfriend Amber Freeman, and with the fact that their father was a homicidal maniac. Running doesn't get them far from their past as it chases after them into New York City. But maybe there's light at the end of the tunnel. And maybe, just maybe, the light is Ethan Landry.

!!WARNINGS!! graphic descriptions of gore and violence, PTSD, and dealing with trauma. Major content warnings will be placed before each chapter.

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Voicemail (2)

Scarred

Wordcount: 1.9k

Content warnings: blood, violence, guns.

“Who is this?” I ask, making eye contact with Sam.

The line goes dead.

“Who was it?” Sam questions with a serious tone.

“I think it was a prank call. It's fine” I reply, blocking the number, “Let's just get home.”

We get home and I go straight to my room. My body falls flat onto the comforter, face planted in my pillow. My Freddy makeup runs off onto my pillow and I just leave it. I debated sleeping in my costume. I am not in the mood.

I do, however, take my shirt off. I catch myself in the mirror by my bed. I stare at my torso. I run my middle finger down the scar that runs from my collar bone to my abdomen.

“Are you this pretty on the inside?”

Amber's voice echoed in my skull. Every muscle in my body tenses as I remember the feeling of the steel dragging through my torso. Amber's hands on my throat, pinning me to the floor. I remember how it felt to have the blood spill out of me. I just lied there, feeling myself leave.

My bedroom door swung open, “Y/n!”

I quickly grabbed my shirt off the floor and covered myself, “Ethan, what the fuck?!”

Ethan's hand flew to cover his eyes, “Oh, my god. I’m- I'm so- oh, God. I’m sorry.”

“It's fine, just close the door,” I say and he slams the door, “And knock!”

“Can you come out here?!” Ethan yells through the door.

“Why?”

“Y/n, hurry!” Mindy called out.

I threw my shirt over my head and rushed out the door, still tugging my shirt over my body. “What's up, Min?”

Mindy points to the TV. There's a new reporter discussing a murder. All I could really understand was:

“Blackmore students.”

“Brutally murdered.”

“Ghostface.”

I look at Tara, then Sam. I can tell what Sam is thinking.

“Sam-”

“Pack a bag. We leave in 10.”

“God, damn it.”

Tara and I chased Sam into the kitchen, calling after her.

“We’re leaving the city,” Sam tells us, taking a knife from the holder.

“Wait, let’s talk about this for a second, this may have nothing to do with us!” Tara tries to rationalize with Sam.

I said, “Yeah, I saw, like, 15 people wearing that mask tonight.”

“Are you serious?” Sam looks at us like we’re out of our minds.

“It’s a big city!”

“This isn’t a coincidence! You knew him!” Sam yells at Tara.

Tara rolls her eyes, “Barely.”

I rubbed my face with my hands. I sighed in annoyance.

“Chad, Mindy, back me up,” Tara begged our friends.

Chad looked at Mindy, “It is a little bit…”

“Close to home” Mindy finished.

“I’m not going fucking anywhere,” I told them, “I’m tired of being scared of these fuckers.”

Sam looked at me, “You should be scared.”

Tara turned to Quinn, “Quinn, your dad’s a cop, right? Can you call him and see what’s going on?” Tara looked back and me and Sam, “Before you make the unilateral to abandon our college education and flee the fucking state!”

“Again” I muttered. I really missed California.

Quinn called her dad. As we waited, Sam’s phone rang. Everyone stared at her phone, waiting for her to answer. I peaked over her shoulder. It was Gale.

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan asked, genuine confusion on his face.

“Oh, E. You do not pay attention when I talk, huh?” I said to him.

“You gotta keep up my dude” Anika adds.

“Sam? My dad wants to talk to you” Quinn said, handing Sam her phone.

The detective tells Sam that he needs me and her to come to the station. He said he needed to ask us some questions. I was now shaking. It felt like I had a scar on my brain from last year’s massacre, and someone just cut through the scar tissue. I felt sick knowing that this was involving us again.

I followed Sam out to the front of the apartment. Tara is close behind.

“Tara, no. Get back inside, lock the door” Sam demands.

“We’ll be back soon” I reassured her.

“Really? Now you don’t wanna stick together?” Tara says.

Sam’s phone rings again. The number belongs to Richie Kirsch.

“What the fuck?” Tara mutters.

Sam replies, “I never deleted his contact. It’s coming from his number.”

“Sam, don’t answer that. Sam-”

She doesn’t listen to me and answers the call. She leaves various threats to whoever is on the other line.

“The last people who tried to fuck with us ended up dead.”

As she continues to speak to the potential murderer like an idiot, I stand and look around the streets. I pay attention to people talking on the phone. Before anything else happens, Tara is grabbed from behind. By someone in a Ghostface mask. Tara shoves him into the bushes, I kick him before I run. Sam has us go into the nearby bodega.

“Please help us! We’re being attacked!”

“He’s gonna fucking kill us! Call the fucking cops!”

The Ghostface enters the shop. A guy in line steps up to him, trying to be tough. He’s brutally stabbed and killed in front of us. The shop goes crazy, everyone is screaming and running. The store clerk grabs a shotgun from behind the counter and shoots at the Ghostface.

“Go out the back!” he yells at us.

I sprint towards the door, “It’s locked!”

“Keys! We need the keys!” Tara shouts at him.

The store clerk fumbles with his keys and the Ghostface approaches. We scream at him, but it’s too late. He’s impaled multiple times. The Ghostface takes his gun. He cocks it and shoots in our direction. The bullet barely grazes my shoulder, but it stings like a son of a bitch.

Sam has us duck in an aisle. He shoots at the freezers behind us. We sit in silence, quivering. I’m squeezing Tara’s hand so hard my knuckles turn white. With my other hand I grip my shoulder that’s leaking blood onto my Freddy costume. Tara’s shaking and so am I. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. Sam grabs an empty beer can and throws it in the opposite direction. Once he’s distracted, we tip the shelf over and crush him. Sam grabs us by our wrists and drags us out of the bodega and into the street. Cop cars and an ambulance are waiting.

I sit in the ambulance as the EMT stitches my wound. She said it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes. I bit my lip again to get over the stinging pain. I try my best to not watch as the need and thread closes my bloody wound. It wasn’t a huge one, but she said it would most likely leave a scar. Of course. As soon as I’m patched up Detective Bailey takes us to the station.

The crime scene photos lay on the table in front of us. Sam sat next to Tara and I sat on the other side of her. I placed my head on her shoulder and grabbed her hand. Tara has been my best friend since grade school. When she was attacked by Amber last year, I thought it was all my fault. I thought it was because of my dad. I’d always been close to Sam, too. She was like an older sister. She always told me what to do, whether I wanted her to or not. She used to snitch on me to my mother all the time. Our moms were good friends, they knew each other’s secret. Mine and Sam’s secret.

Detective Bailey finally entered the room. He sat down and placed a Ghostface mask on the table. I looked away from it.

“This was found next to the body at the apartment crime scene,” Bailey told us, “DNA says it belonged to someone named Richie Kirsch.”

I looked at Sam and Tara, they looked at me.

“Does that ring a bell?”

Sam answered for us, “We’re familiar with him.”

“But the one that attacked us had a different mask on,” Tara added, “It was kinda more beat up. Like it was older.”

I nodded in agreement.

Bailey cleared his throat, “Uh, I gotta ask. Do you have alibis for earlier tonight?”

“I was at a party with my friends,” Tara responded.

I answered, “Uh, I was with Tara. At the party.”

Sam gave her alibi of her therapist’s office, “And then I met Tara and Y/n at the party. Where I tased someone.”

Bailey gives her a concerned look and I put my head in my hands in defeat.

“Unrelated.”

Sam asks him how he even ended up with our case. He explains that he was offered it because it involves Quinn. He asks us some more questions. Sam’s ID and my social security card were found next to the body at the apartment.

“Wait, this asshole has my social security number?” I ask, “I’m gonna k-”

“Y/n” Tara interrupts me before I finish.

“So if the man that attacked you did steal your license and your social security and plant it next to the body, it’d probably be someone close to you.”

We go over our friends. Detective Bailey clears Quinn immediately. He asks if we know of anyone that might want to target the three of us.

“Not anyone who’s still alive,” Tara says.

“We’re not easy targets,” I noted.

Another officer peaks into the room. He says that the FBI is here and is taking over jurisdiction. Bailey gets up and leaves. Sam sighs loudly. The other officer lets us out and hands us our belongings. When we finally exit the investigation room, we see Kirby.

Kirby Reed was a victim/survivor of the Ghostface killings in 2011. She went to high school with Sam, but I never really knew her personally.

Kirby and Sam hug. She acknowledges me and Tara as she pulls away.

“You’re the FBI?” Sam asks

Kirby nods, “Mhm.”

“You guys know each other?” Bailey asks.

Sam explains how we know Kirby. Then, Kirby talks to Bailey about the jurisdiction of the case. I excuse myself as my phone starts ringing.

I walk into an empty room and answer my phone, “Hey, Ethan.”

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you. I heard you got shot? Are you okay?” Ethan’s voice comes through the speaker, laced with concern.

I laugh, “Yeah, E, I’m good. It’s barely a flesh wound. We’re still at the station, but we’ll leave pretty soon. I have a class at 9, so I need to get out of here fast.”

It was probably about 4AM when we got into the station, and now it was 7AM.

“You’re going to school? You’re just ignoring all of this?”

“I can’t let some stupid dickhead in a mask ruin my entire life. I’ve been running from Ghostfaces my whole life.”

There was no sound from Ethan for a few seconds.

“Can we get lunch then?” he asked, “So I can check-in with you. Make sure you’re dealing with everything okay?”

“You’re very sweet. Yes, we can have lunch. Just text me where. I gotta go now, bye.”

I hung up. Ethan was the most worried person I knew. He was a sweetheart, and I tried my best to help him out. When our friends made fun of him, even as a joke, I made them quit. I could tell that some things got to him and he didn’t deserve that. We’d gotten pretty close in the six months we’d known each other.

“Y/n?” Sam entered the room I was in, “Let’s go.”

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a/n: I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGG. i rewatched scream vi like 3 or 4 times making this but anyway. next chapter will probably be short but out sooner :) thanks for reading <3

[fic-rambles]

Late Night talks

Summary: Alexis came over for some late night venting about her dad.

Pairing: Javier Esposito x reader x Kevin Ryan, Alexis Castle x Aunt!reader.

Warnings: None. (idk how to end stories?)

Based on s6 ep7.

I love Alexis with all my heart, but the last thing I wanted to be doing at 11:30 at night was listening to her complain about Castle.

The dinner they had planned at Alexis's house didn't go exactly as planned & as a result Alexis is no longer on speaking terms with her father.

"Why can't he trust me! I'm an adult capable of making decisions" the frustration is clear in her voice. "You should of seen it, he was so rude to Pi"

She has been here for at least half an hour, sitting on the edge of my bed that I share with Kevin & Javier. She at least brought me a coffee.

"Look I don't agree with the way your father acted, but I do think he is right, you have only known him for a month. Don't get me wrong Pi seems really nice but how much can you really know about someone after only a month." I can see her get visibly annoyed the more I spoke but I keep going. Turning I look at Javier & Kevin, who are pretending (terribly) to not be listening.

"Would either of you let your daughter move in with a guy after a month?"

"Oh hell no"

"Like hell I would"

Both giving me a 'bitch please' face.

"But he had no right to act the way he did, how can you be on his side!?"

"I'm not taking anyone's side, I am just stating my opinion. You don't have to take any of my advise, just like you can ignore what Castle says too."

The annoyance flows from her face.

"Now if you don't mind Alexis I think it's time for you to go home, the three of us really need to sleep." I give her a soft smile.

i don't want to be an asshole, because she needed someone to vent, but we have work early in the morning.

"Oh yes, sorry. I'll text you tomorrow!" she hopes of our bed and heads for our bedroom door.

"Don't forget to lock the front door!"

i flop backwards on the bed, in-between the boys.

"I'm sorry guys, I didn't think she would be here that long. I'll make you both strong ass coffees in the morning."

Kevin cuddles up to my left side while Javier snuggled up to my right side.

"s'okay, but I will take that coffee" Kevin's voice was muffled in the crook of my neck. The corners of my lips turned up at the feel of his lips against my neck.

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OK so first story, I will say I have no idea how to end stories so if anyone has advise please let me know.

Anyway thanks for reading :)

Cecilia

[theunkown-yachirusan]

The Crimson Moon

Chapter 1

Y/n P.o.v

It has been 13 years working for the Supreme God of Norse Pantheon and his family and ever since then I became friends with Lord Thor and Lord Loki. I do not need to pretend I'm happy around them when I was, but I still need to keep up the act to know about what happenings around and to never let ANY suspicions rise, as this is for the sake of the association and the safety of everyone. The Celestial beings has blessed us with the power to protect everyone, our abilities became effective to demons and Immortal beings like Gods since then, for example I use Genjutsu to a God to make them forget about what happened.

I was currently waiting for the return of my Lords when I felt a chakra, no, a mind communication with all the squadron. I immediately go to my room, and I close my eyes and focus.

"Well this is such a shitty of them" it's Hidan's voice

"Shut it will you you are as stressful to deal as those demons"

It seems I shall need to speak right now "If it isn't interesting to know what makes you fuss over it Kakuzu-san"

"RAHHH FINALLY UKIKO IS HERE"

"That's definitely not the alpha-samas name inosuke" zenitsu said in a annoyance

"Will you shut up?" Another annoyed voice, it was Sanemi most definitely trying hard not to yell too.

"Ahh I'm so sorry,inosuke please stop, I'm so sorry Y/n-sama" Tanjiro said in panic

"AHAHAHAHA The kids sure are rowdy"

" Yeah so does you,hashirama"

"ACKK-?!!"

"Enough everyone,please state what it is, why you suddenly called a meeting Inoichi-san? As far as I know you were with Obito-san and the Investigator group that is assigned to roam around right now, is there something wrong?"

"Yes ma'am, Lady Brunhilde has informed me of something everyone would like to know and surely The Norse Gods are about to return there..."

There was a long silence before the next thing he said shook all of us.

"Upon the meeting of the Gods, they have decided to eradicate the humanity and Brunhilde will have to meet everyone once and for all"

Everyone's thoughts immediately became the voices in the communication. But then a word was heard.

"We should be calm upon this time and let Lady Brunhilde handle this." Lord Ubuyashiki finally spoke

"We all know the agreements correct?The squadron of Alpha and Beta are only the shadows of the Delta squad and therefore we shall support them and be on our guard." I finally spoke

"We shall discuss about this when I leave this place tonight" I added

And with that the meeting ended, but then Itachi speaks with me through Inoichis mind jutsu.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I am brother-"

"Are you okay leaving the people who became a another family to you? And leaving the person who've come to love you dearly? Are you okay not hearing his reason?"

"...I did not say I wouldn't listen to what he want to say"

"Hmph, and you did not deny the ' person who've come to love you' part" Madara suddenly spoke

"Do not fret about me and as much as we know we don't want their suspicions became true. I shall focus on my situation and you should too. Itachi I leave things to you"

"Yes sister" ....after that

I cannot get the thought of Thor agreeing about this, I shall ask Brunhilde about it when she got back. I finally felt their presence and chakra and my mask is on again. I saw them at the entrance and Lord Odin's crows is unnaturally silent but suddenly Lord Odin speaks to me.

"We would like to talk to you Lady Y/n, it is about the subject in our meeting"

My eyes widened "huh, of course Lord Odin"

I can feel Thor's eyes upon me and I chose to ignore it. When we are finally at the throne room with Lord Loki and Thor with us Lord Odin spoke slowly.

"Lady Y/n I must inform you about what happened and what is the topic and you have the free will to speak then. Zeus has once again ask of the Gods opinions and decision as to what to do with you humans and the final decision is to End the Humanity once and for all"

Lord Odin stopped and is looking for my reaction and right now, the face they can only see is the shock expression painted on my face.

"But before it happens, Brunhilde then interfer on the meeting and a Fight between Humanity and Gods was declared."

I did not wait for any of them speak after Lord Odin talk.

"What would you like me to do then my Lord?" I just questioned as I became calm.

This definitely shocked them to see me calm about a crucial subject since this is a Life or Death situation. Thor then spoke.

"I would like to be honest with you Lady Y/n."

When I look at him I can see how his eyes change. The look of sadness and pain and there was something else them that I cannot pick on. Lord Odin surely did not expect that Thor would suddenly speak as he would just stay silent and just listen, even Lord Loki was Shocked about this.

"If I would be honest with you Lady Y/n I did not agree or disagree upon this and surely you know me as I would never talk. I- we would like to know what would you do, what is your thoughts about this and are you..?" He trailed.

I would be lying if I said I'm not shocked when Thor is speaking when it was Infront of his father and Loki. I am entirely stunned but I know I have to follow my own plan and as much as I love him I have to leave him, I want to protect him without him knowing and that I betrayed him for doing this, for hiding who I really was. I started to become calm once again.

" Is that so, then, I would like to return to my family and reunite with them again. I do not know how I would react to all of this but it has been decided and I have no right to stop it as I am nothing but a mere mortal" it hurts but I have to...I want to protect them even if it's in the shadows and even if it's the last thing I do for him, for Thor. I then added

"It would make others think that I am trying to be on your good sides my Lords-"

"Please I insist that when it was just us drop the formalities Lady Y/n" and the most shocking thing for all three of us is Lord Odin saying to 'Drop the formalities'. We are all, Thor,Loki and I has jaws dropped. But Loki recovered faster than us.

"And since uncle said so y/n you should call us by our names then even if we are enemies from now on" He said happily.

"Even if it's the very last moment for each of us this is the only moment we have to be ourselves". He added

"Very well then, everyone might think I was trying to get onto your good side it is why I chose to be with my family once again." I said smiling

"Y/n... You are a great human, you have been a great friend to both of me and my family. I may not be the best at showing it but you have my gratitude Lady Y/n I thank you for serving the Pantheon" Lord Odin spoke

'I can't help but-' my tears freely fall 'I didn't experience nor hear other people speaks a heartfelt gratitude yet I heard it from The Allfather himself, even though I was a human'

"I too thank you Odin,Thor and Loki for having trust to me, even though I was only a mortal and can die at any moment" I laughed.

After several hours of talking they also invite me to have dinner with them before I take my leave but I cannot help but think about Thor. As he seems even more sad than Loki and Odin combine and is holding back something which makes me think that he might want to talk to me but it was rather late as I am currently on my way to Japanese Pantheon to meet everyone including the chosen humans.

Thor's P.o.v

I should have oppose to this, sure those mortals has become nothing but parasites that kills earth but not all of them was. But thinking about it. It has been 5 years ever since knowing her and her family and yet whenever I would confess to her everything does not go well and was being interrupted by anything and anyone.

I want to tell her so badly as she was so delicate, such beauty that is more than every Goddesses, like a sunflower to my dark stormy days. She is the only one who could lighten my day. When I first lay my eyes I know immediately that it was her as soon as we met on a one rainy afternoon.

When she was far away,I just looked at the way she takes. I felt someone behind me... "It was your chance my son."

"And yet I wasted it... Again" I answered my father.

"Do not fret, I know how much she love you too and even if you may not know it yourself I have always watching her carefully as she can be rather unpredictable"

" The fate of humanity is at the hands of Brunhildes chosen Champions I should get myself ready " I just spoke with sadness.

" My son ...do not let those feelings get the better off you" My father speaks.

I did not turn to him, I just walk back inside. With a picture of her smile flashes in my memory.

Loki P.o.v

It was painful to see Thor like this and it also hurts me too that a Human friend of mine, the only person I can have fun around with is going to die at the decision many Gods agreed. I can only just sigh and think.

If I would be honest, she is the most hideous person I know, since whenever I ask about her past she would avoid it with talking about another topic. Its really frustrating of her to be so hideous. It's been 5 years and yet I cannot get her to speak. I just sighed...

'What is in that little head of yours, Y/n?'

'How come I can never be able to read you?'

I just sighed in frustration... She's the only human who is mysterious to me.

3rd persons P.o.v

"It's about time"

*Brunhilde explaining everything*

"Revolutionary group, Kamaboko squad, Rengoku-san, Tengen-san and Shinobu-san along with Tobirama and Obito. You will be assigned to be on guard incase a demon or anyone who would rebel will attack. Investigators Ino-Shika-cho along with Minato-san, Neji,Shisui and Hyuga twins be also on guard you would be the one who will keep on track on those demons if ever they chose to appear"

"YES SIR"

"Y/n-sama would you like to meet them." Brunhilde speaks.

They were in a unfamiliar place, it would seems that they are in a conference hall. Unknown figures can be seen in the darkness of the room, light of the candles are the only things that gives light in the mysterious room of many other unfamiliar people.

"Why of course we shall welcome them to our association after all they are the ones who will ensure the survival of humanity". Y/n spoke, red eyes looking directly to Brunhilde.

"I humbly welcome all of you, my fellow men, I am sure Lady Brunhilde have explained everything. We shall discuss every possibility of surprise attacks of the demons and the happenings on your fight with the God's" Y/n stated.

"AHAHAHAHA....It was an honor to work under you y/n-san" Kojiro spoke joyfully.

"Ahh I quite agree with you Kojiro-san it really is right kondo-san?" Okita also speaks.

"Not to mention, many unfamiliar people too".

"I agree with you" Kondo replied

Y/n's serious and cold facade turns friendly.

"I'm so glad that Lady Brunhilde has chosen you guys, yet I was quite worried for your well-being". She suddenly looked worried.

"But enough, we shall focus what's ahead. Since... tomorrow is the day whether we live or not" She became serious and started the discussion.

But there is only one thought remains in her head.

"How long will they be able to hide the identity of The Guardians Association?"

[jamesbetch]

The Return Of Time

Chapter 6

“She wants me.” Sirius proudly states.

All five boys were in their dorm, each of them laying in their beds except for Sirius who stood in the middle of their dorm.

It was currently three in the morning and none of the boys were able to sleep because of Sirius’ nonstop yapping that began since they arrived - at six thirty.

Remus stared at the ceiling, as if he was contemplating his life decisions. James grumpily looked at Sirius, knowing that this was his payback for all the times he went on rants about Lily. Peter laid sprawled across his bed, shivering and sleep deprived because Sirius took his pillow AND blanket when he caught him falling asleep.

Luke, on the other hand, found the situation quite amusing.

Was he yawning every few seconds and rubbing his eyes so he wouldn’t fall asleep? Yes. But would he prefer to miss out on his father’s theatrics? No.

The three marauders loudly groaned in annoyance at Sirius’ words causing him to look at them offended and in indignation.

“Why are you lot groaning like a bunch of cows when I’m talking about Sofia?” He asks, placing his hands on his hips. “You got a problem with her or something?”

Remus was in a bad mood but he was especially in a pissy mood because the next full moon was on the 20th of October, which was in a couple of days. Topped off with the fact that Sirius had been nonstop yapping for hours and didn’t let them sleep, of course he was going to snap at him.

“For fuck’s sake.” Remus grumbled while standing up. “No, Padfoot, we don’t have a problem with her. We have a problem with you! It’s three in the fucking morning! Let us fucking sleep!”

Sirius scoffs. “So it’s a problem when I declare my love for Sofia but it’s not a problem when James does it for Lily?”

“It’s a problem when both of you do it. Especially at three in the fucking morning!” Remus retorts before snatching Peter’s pillow and blanket that Sirius held and throwing it towards Peter, who was smacked in the face by them. “Now, go to bed. You can rant all you want about her tomorrow.”

Really, Remus had just said that so that he would finally shut up and let them sleep but he didn’t really mean it. He just hoped that Sirius would forget all about it by tomorrow morning.

But, boy, was he wrong.

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The Marauders were sat in the Great Hall trying to eat breakfast. Well - James, Peter and Remus were, Sirius was still ranting about Sofia smiling at him.

“Mates, she smiled at me. That’s got to mean some-“

“Sirius!” Luke yells while sitting down next to him.

“Thank Merlin.” Remus muttered.

“Luke, I was in the middle of-“

“That’s not important.” He cuts him off.

“Excuse me-“ Sirius starts with an offended look.

“I figured out a way to get you to talk to Sofia.” Luke cuts him off once again.

At this, Sirius’ face changes to one of excitement and intriguement. The three boys that sat across from them couldn’t help but straighten up in curiosity at his words.

“Well? What is it?” Sirius asks impatiently.

“A group project.”

“A group project?” The four boys asks incredulously.

“How in the bloody hell am I meant to convince a Professor to assign a group project and on top of that, ask her to be my partner?”

“I’ve already figured it out. I was speaking with Professor Mcgonagall and she said that in our next class, she will assign a project that we will work on with our desk partners.” The marauders groan in annoyance at his words. “So you’ll work on the project with her, become friends, and then you can ask her out on a date.”

“There’s one tiny problem though. I’m partners with Sirius and you’re partners with Sofia.” says James.

“We’ll both miss class. It’s an even amount of students so they’ll obviously be paired together.”

James whines. “But I don’t want to miss class.”

“Too bad. You’re missing class and that’s final.” Sirius sternly replies.

“But-“

“James! This is my one chance and I swear on Godric’s name, if you ruin this for me, I will make your life a living hell.” Sirius snaps back.

“Damn.” Peter mutters.

“Fine! But then who am I meant to work on the project with?” James complains.

They all blankly stare at him before Remus answers him.

“With Luke.”

“Oh.”

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Sofia sat in Transfiguration waiting for class to start. Students were still making their way to the classroom and Professor Mcgonagall hadn’t arrived yet. She sat in her usual seat while looking around the room and glancing back towards the classroom’s door every few minutes waiting for Luke to arrive.

She turns to look towards the door when she hears several pairs of footsteps, only to find three fourths of the marauders walking into class. She knew that Lucerys was friends with them, after all they were dorm mates, and expected to find him walking with them only to be left disappointed when she doesn’t see him.

She makes eye contact with the older Black brother before facing the front of the class as Professor Mcgonagall walks into the classroom.

During the entire class Sofia is unaware of the three pairs of eyes that stare at her from the back of the classroom as she writes her notes. She was so focused on writing two sets of notes, the second being meant for Lucerys, that she couldn’t feel their eyes burning into the back of her head.

The three boys were getting impatient with the fact that Mcgonagall had yet to utter a single word about a project. They were starting to believe that perhaps it was all bullshit or Mcgonagall had decided to change the date last minute.

Sirius, in particular, was the most desperate of them all. His knee couldn’t stop bouncing up and down, his hands kept on fidgeting with his quill and his eyes were glued to the clock that was mounted on the wall, though he would occasionally glance at Sofia.

There was less than five minutes left of class and Professor Mcgonagall still hadn’t mention the project. She was droning on about… well, Sirius didn’t really know what she was droning about but he did know that it was about Transfiguration. Though unluckily for him, it wasn’t about the Transfiguration project.

Sirius froze as the clock hands landed on 11:00, which meant the end of class. Surely enough, the bell loudly rings all throughout Hogwarts indicating that it was time for the students to change classes.

Remus and Peter eye one another as Sirius curses under his breath before all boys stop what they were doing, alongside their classmates.

“Wait. You are not dismissed yet.” Mcgonagall begins causing the class to groan in annoyance. “I am assigning a project you must all complete with your desk partners.”

At this, the students groan even louder though Sirius is unable to hear any of it as a wide smile grows on his face. He nudges Peter, who sat with Remus, at the table beside his - both boys looked surprised yet amused that it seemed like the plan would work in Sirius’ favor.

“Silence. You all will start your sixth year next year and will take Advanced Transfiguration if you qualify. This project will help you have insight on what to expect in that class.” Professor Mcgonagall says as she walks around the class handing out parchments that had the instructions for the project. “And it will count for sixty percent of your grade.”

As she nears the marauders to hand them their parchments, Sirius knows that this is his opportunity.

“Minnie, I don’t have a partner.” Sirius says after being handed the roll of parchment.

Professor Mcgonagall eyes the empty seat beside him. “And where is Mr. Potter?”

“He slept in.” He replies, not caring that he could land James in detention for that.

Mcgonagall arches an eyebrow before Remus intervenes. “He wasn’t feeling very well. He had a major headache and decided to sleep it off."

She eyes them all - Sirius had a gleam of excitement in his eyes, Peter was nodding frantically (no doubt trying to convince her that Remus’ words were true), and Remus looked calm and collected, though she could notice a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Mcgonagall hums. “And you are unable to work on the project with Mr. Potter when he recovers from his headache because?”

Sirius’ face falls. “Uh- Well, because- You know-“ She arches an eyebrow at the sight of him stuttering. “You said so yourself, Professor! This project is worth sixty percent of our grade. I want to start working on it as soon as possible, I don’t want to be irresponsible and leave it to be done last minute.”

She stares at him, almost as if wanting to see if he’ll crack before eyeing Remus and Peter who stared at him with their mouths slightly agape and disbelief in their eyes.

“Very well.” She states before walking to the front of the class. “Do all of you have partners?”

“Yes, Professor.” Most students monotonously reply.

Mcgonagall glances around the room before her eyes land on a long-haired brunette. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as she wrote on a piece of parchment, her eyes constantly glancing at the parchment beside it.

Laughter is heard around the room causing her to look up, only to find Professor Mcgonagall standing right in front of her. Sofia places her quill down while murmuring an apology - for what she didn’t really know, she just felt the need to apologize.

“You didn’t finish your notes?” She asks after glancing at her paper.

“I did, I’m just copying them so I can give Lucerys the notes that he missed today.”

“Where is Mr. Granger?”

“I’m not sure, Professor. I haven’t seen him all morning.” Sofia responds.

And it was true. When she came down to the common room, he wasn’t there even though he always came down from his dorm first and would wait for her so they could head to the Great Hall together. She figured he might’ve made his way to the Great Hall already but when she got there, he was nowhere to be found - she had to eat breakfast alone. She thought that he decided to sleep in and was running late but this was their third class and he had yet to be seen.

“In that case, Mr. Black will be your partner for this project.”

Sofia’s eyes widen as all of her classmates began whispering to one another, some were even snickering. She knew that Professor Mcgonagall wasn’t referring to Regulus, who sat two tables in front of her to the left, as he was sat with Evan (Barty and Pandora sat right behind them).

Which meant that she was left partnered with none other than his older brother. Sofia looks back only to be met with the intimidating grey eyes of Sirius Black.

[queer-irritator]

A New Neighbor | Kratos x GN! Reader | Chapter 18

Content Warnings: Adult language

Word Count: 773

Chapter 17

A/N: Welcome to the (probably) final chapter! I want to thank you all for how much love and support I’ve gotten on this story! There may be an epilogue in the future, I just can’t promise a timeline at the moment!

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You could feel Kratos melt into your kiss; his lips began to move against yours. You couldn’t stop the smile that made its way onto your face as you kissed the man you’ve become so fond of. But your smile soon dissipated when you felt Kratos pull away from you and place his hands on each of your shoulders as he stood up. 

“You do not want this.” Kratos told you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Yes, I do.” You argued. 

“No.” Kratos stated as he took a step away from you. 

“You… You can’t tell me how to feel.” You persisted.

“I am not good.” He insisted, looking away from you.

Your confusion only grew. You were searching his face for any type of hint that this was a joke.

“What?” You took a few steps back to sit back down on your bed.

“You should go.” Kratos suggested, but it sounded more like a demand.

“What the fuck? No!” Your voice raised slightly with your last word. 

Kratos turned his head to you. 

“Can you please talk to me?” You pleaded with him, but annoyance still prevalent in your voice. 

“You should go.” He repeated himself, but more sternly this time.

It felt like your heart was starting to crack. 

“No.” You told him, your voice almost a whisper. 

You stood up and took a step forward, “You are a good man, Kratos. You are a wonderful father and protector. A loyal friend. You are kind and selfless.” You explained to him. 

“You do not know me.” Was his only reply. 

“Then tell me. Tell me why you’re such a bad person so I can decide for myself if I want to leave or not.” You crossed your arms. 

Kratos glanced at you. If you weren’t going to heed his warnings, the truth would surely have you running. 

“I am a monster. A killer.” He began to confess.

“Kratos, we all kill those monsters-“ you were cut off.

“People. Innocent people, children, villages.” He elaborated. 

“What are you talking about?” This doesn’t sound like the man you’ve come to know. 

“My past.” Kratos clarified. 

“Our pasts don’t define who we are now.” You tried to explain to him. 

“I am… irredeemable.” He slowly sat on his bed. 

You let out a sigh and took a step closer to him, “No one is irredeemable… Tell me about it.” 

Kratos had confusion spread across his face. You should have been gone by now, horrified that he was capable of such acts and calling him a monster. You sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Tell me about it.” You repeated yourself, guiding him back so he was laying down. 

“I wanna hear.” You coaxed him on, lying next to him on your side on the tiny bed. 

Kratos was looking at you, debating in his head what to say next.

You placed a hand on his chest, “I’m not going to leave.” You assured him. After a few moments of silent debating, Kratos spoke. 

“I am a god.”

You had spent the entire night listening to Kratos tell you about his life. How the greed of war overtook him, becoming enslaved by Ares, then being consumed in hate and a need for vengeance. He had just finished telling you of the journey he and Atreus took to scatter Faye’s ashes. 

All the candle wax had melted into a puddle long ago, and the light from the window signaling daytime had emerged. You took a few minutes in silence to think over everything he had told you. You shifted to raise your head and look into his eyes.

“You are a good man, Kratos.” Your voice was stern, ready to shoot down any protests Kratos came up with. 

But none came. 

He nodded his head the slightest bit, you would have missed it if you blinked. You nodded back at him and leaned closer to his face and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

It took Kratos a moment, but he kissed you back and lightly placed a hand on the side of your face. His touch was so gentle, like those same hands hadn’t torn apart draugr like they were a piece of paper. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss as you heard some commotion coming from the main room. “Well, now you can touch my butt and not feel weird about it.” You poked fun at him as you got out of his bed. 

An annoyed grumble was music to your ears.

You smiled to yourself as you exited the bedroom to see what was going on, feeling a new chapter of your life begin.