#like i Am sad and hurt and angry and disappointed and a lot of things but

[theinheriteddutchess]

Ok so suede is extremely well behaved! I don't know if that's his personality or a deeper more psychological meaning👀🥺 but most kids would just wake up there parents especially when they're so young.

I'm so proud of him for doing it! 😭

Ok this whole scenario with Andy and suede…I am so filled with warmth. It's so cute and that little bit is visioning and loved and safe. And about to fall asleep lol.

Maybe her ovaries ache for a different reason 😏

See I'm not liking this, where she has to ask if she can take them away while he doesn't communicate his plans at all and would probably just take them and maybe inform her last minute probably. Her mom knew! She was right.

Though i get that it's hard if your kids would call another partner a mom or dad, the fact is Scott doesn't deserve to be called that title and it's sad how scared Audrey is to disappoint him.

… Even the playdoh isn't safe from Scott's bullshit.

Ok I wouldn't recommend topless cooking!I can only imagine grease splatters on your chest😭 that shits no joke

Lol she's a brat. And that little back and forth with the boyfriend\fiance thing To be honest she's being unreasonable and angry at the wrong person here.🤷🏻‍♀️

He he that burn about his fear of sharks, fucking hypocrit. Also! Why would Taylor's parents even accept this relationship? Their skank of a daughter should be a shame, and they would expect this relationship not to work out anyway. And I don't doubt she won't think of suedes allergies!

Fuck you Scott, truly get stubborn for that fat comment

And get double fucked for saying suede shouldn't be there. Fuck you, you fucking fucktard, I will dance on your funeral.

And Taylor can fuck of too, laughing at a two year old. She works protect that little bit, but she's vile. Sorry I just have no patience or empathy for either, I wish them horrible things. i want them to be humiliated and hurt, lile truly, maybe they'll never learn l but maybe, if they're down and vertonen they can understand what empathy is. Though I doubt it.

**“Fuck you. You are so self righteous. You act like you’re the perfect fucking parent, and nobody is ever going to compare to you. I hope Andy enjoys trying to please someone who is impossible to please,” you moan again. Having to bite on Andy’s arm. “You fucking slut. How dare you fuck that asshole while you’re talking to me!”*"

He he hypocrit, because you were fucking Taylor during your marriage, and also, yes, Andy is enjoying himself. A lot.

Okay I tired myself out😭

Until we meet again.

Ps, probably a gazillion mistakes but I tried!

Two Good Reasons, Part 8

Summary: something is happening

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, playful degradation, mentions of divorce, mentions of neglect, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, Scott, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.7K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“NaNa?” Suede looks up from the toys he’s playing with pointing down the hallway to your bedroom. Desperately trying to get Andy to wake you up, “Mama and Dee seep?”

“Yes, buddy,” Suede huffs a bit. Crossing his arms over his chest before his mouth flattens out, and he returns to his playing. Andy watches him a moment before looking back at the game on tv. Suede looks back down the hallway before pouting up at Andy, “Suedey, what’s wrong?”

“Me pee,” he says, rocking his body back and forward.

“In your diaper?” He shakes his head no, looking towards the bathroom, and he jumps up. His feet bounce around a bit before he jumps, holding himself. “Okay. Come on,” Andy stands up, and walks quickly towards Suede, “Let’s go, buddy.”

“Mama be mad?” His brows furrow as he starts bouncing around even more. Andy knows he has moments before Suede has an accident and gets upset for doing so.

“Your mama won’t be mad. Come on,” Suede holds himself as he runs towards the bathroom, and makes it to his potty just in time. He gives Andy a thumbs up, smiling so proudly at him. “You made it! Does that feel better than a diaper?”

“Chess! Me yike it. NaNa pee der?” Suede points at the bigger toilet, and Andy nods his head, “Me, too?”

“One day. And you’ll get to stand.”

“No,” Andy nods his head yes. “No, no.”

“Has your dad never,” he stops his question when Suede scrunches his nose up. Andy approaches the boy carefully. A child with so very little vocabulary, and still so young, but clearly Scott hadn’t been teaching him anything about pottying.

“Tay.”

“Taylor?” Suede nods his head, and Andy wonders what his limited words are trying to tell him. He’s noticed that you don’t ever press your children about time at their dad’s, so he doesn’t want to either. But he wonders if Taylor is the one that deals with bathroom or diaper duty, “You done?”

“Chess! My mama at?”

“She and Audrey are taking a nap,” Suede dramatically rolls his eyes at Andy, and pulls up his pants. “Audrey has a bit of a cold, and your mama is tired.”

“Ways seep!” He rolls his eyes again, starting to stomp out of the bathroom.

“Hands, Suede,” Andy’s voice is soft, but demanding. It’s not a question, it’s what Suede has to do.

“Ugh,” groaning, he gets on the stool, grunting as he reaches for the soap.

“I know mama has been needing some extra sleep lately, but it happens to everyone,” Suede shakes his head no, starting to play more in the water than washing his hands. “Yes, they do. Your mom works hard, she loves you and sissy harder, and…”

“Ove oo.”

“Yes, she loves me, too. Are you finished?” Suede giggles as Andy picks him up to use the towel. He swings him around until he’s sitting on his hip, and he peeks into the bedroom, and you’ve still got Audrey tight against your body. Your nose buries into her watermelon scented hair, and she clings just as tightly to you.

Suede gets one look at you and growls, “Now, you’ve got to share time with your mom. You could have taken a nap, too, and you said no. You want to nap?”

“No,” shaking his head no, he points at Andy’s chest. Sputtering out words before sighing. Once Andy gets into the living room, he points at the tv.

“You want to watch the game or Bluey?”

“Oo Oo,” that settled that. He yawns, and Andy chooses to ignore it, if you bring up nap to Suede, he’ll refuse it just to spite you. Still holding him he walks into the kitchen. Grabbing himself a beer, and a cup of watered down juice for Suede. “Nack, pease,” his speaking has immensely improved. Suede has slowly been able to put words into sentences.

“A snack. Hmm. What about your fruit salad? No strawberries, and no..?”

“Pies,” pineapples. Close enough. “NaNa, my ove oo,” he lays his head on Andy’s chest, snuggling in a bit tighter. He always tells fibs about being sleepy. Sleepy Suede, is more cuddly loving Suede.

“I love you, too, buddy. You ready to watch some Bluey?”

“Chess!” But his ’yes’ is just a little bit softer, and he never lifts his head off Andy’s chest.

—

You yawn, looking down at your daughter who rubs the sleep out of her eyes. Audrey looks up at you, giving you a sleepy smile, “Did you sleep as hard as mommy?”

“Uh huh,” she sits up in the bed, stretching big. “I like this new bed. Can we see what Andy and Suedey are doing,” she jumps out of the bed immediately, but waits for you to stretch, too. Going behind her, you scoop her up in your arms to blow raspberries all over her, but stop when you walk into the living room.

This is the sight you’ve always wanted to see; a sticky-faced little boy snuggled up against his dad’s chest, while both of them are passed out. The comfort that Suede feels with Andy matches the way he feels about you. You have no fears when he’s with Andy. You know that Andy has his allergies memorized, but also checks the list that’s on the fridge constantly.

He wanted to watch some football, but opted for Bluey so Suede could fall asleep. He agreed to stay up a bit longer with Suede, spend some one on one time with him, while you and Audrey were already piled up and snuggled. Sunday naps are your favorite for a reason.

“They’re sleeping,” Audrey looks at you with a big smile. You know she enjoys seeing Suede being happy and more content here. She shouldn’t have to worry about her brother, but she does. The best big sister you could have asked for. “Suedey likes Andy a whole whole lot.”

“So does Audrey, huh?” She giggles, nodding her head. “How about mommy and Audrey get a snack, and you can play at the table while mommy makes dinner?” She nods again, while you look back at Andy and Suede. He makes your ovaries ache. Seeing how good he is with children that aren’t his, you know this man deserves someone of his blood. You don’t know how, but you’ll make it happen.

You honestly can’t even wait to spend all these holidays with Andy and the kids. Biting on your lip, you glance at the family calendar, knowing it’s past time to ask Scott if you can go back to Michigan with the kids to spend time with your family for Thanksgiving. It was your weekend to have them. Scott hadn’t told you about plans with Taylor’s family, or if he was even interested in seeing them on the holiday.

You didn’t want to travel for Christmas, but Andy had the time off for Thanksgivng. You had the time off. You missed your family, and wanted them to see Andy with your babies. Let them see how much the kids have grown, and also a grownup Andy. Your mom obsessively talked about him. Even told you on your wedding day you should try and find Andy again because you were making a mistake. Mom’s always know best. And your mom definitely knew.

“Mommy?” You look up from slicing the vegetables for a roast, letting Audrey know she has your attention, “I think I messed up.”

“Why’s that?” She bites on her lip, looking more like you every day, even with her mannerisms. Audrey looks down at the PlayDoh she’d been kneading, and looks down the hallway towards the living room. “Audi? Is everything okay?”

“I called Andy daddy,” she sighs, and finally looks up at you. You meet her with a smile on your face. You and Andy hadn’t found the time or the way to bring up that comment. “It was at donuts for dad, and I just think I got confused. My head was all mushy, and I didn’t mean it. But I liked having him there, and showing my room. You’re the only one that’s seen it.”

Her face falls to sadness, and you lay down the knife. Walking around the counter island to hug her, “Sweet girl, Andy and I aren’t mad.”

“But what about my daddy? Are you going to tell him?” You weren’t. But eventually if Audrey kept feeling comfortable with Andy, and letting that title slip, he would know.

“Do you want me to?” She shakes her swiftly, and buries herself into your chest. “No. But I also think you should call Andy whatever feels natural. You naturally called him that because at that moment that’s what he felt like to you. Baby, Andy adores and loves you, and doesn't not care what you call him. Unless it’s something like poppy head,” Audrey giggles, finally lifting up from your body.

“What about daddy?” She pouts. No matter what, this little girl adores her dad, and she’s already over concerned about Scott’s opinion. “Won’t he be mad?”

“We don’t have to tell daddy if you don’t want to. Daddy never has to know. I don’t want you to stress about this. You’re four, almost five,” Scott is going to keep on and turn your precious child into a neurotic clam.

Her little fingers pet over your shirt, looking like she’s up to something. Her sly smile is so cute that you just want to give her a hard kiss on her cheek. “Can we go to Paris for my birthday?”

“No,” you answer quickly. Traveling out of the country with ‘Scott’s children’ would be out of the question. Going to Paris before her birthday would be even more so with planning alone. “Pick somewhere else to go.”

“Nini and Poppy’s?”

“That’s what I’m hoping to do for Thanksgiving. What about something around here?”

A finger taps on her chin, humming so sweetly while she thinks. “Can we go to the aquarium, and soft play, and then pizza, and then go to a movie?”

“I think that sounds like a magical day. Who do you want to go?”

“Our family,” you want to squeeze her so tight. Her sweetness comes out of her, and you need to preserve these little moments. “You, and me, and Suedey, and Andy,” you nod your head. Pressing a kiss to her forehead before placing her back in her seat. She’s making you oddly over emotional, and it feels so confusing and overwhelming, and you love it.

“Audrey, you are the cutest, most sweetest little girl I’ve ever met, you know that?”

“Yes, I do,” she gives you a little giggle, returning to her PlayDoh. You happen to glance at it a moment. “Is this what the judge’s bench looks like,” you finally understand Andy’s frustration with this.

“Audi, why don’t you make a cupcake instead.”

“No, I gotta learn.”

Waking up without the kids feels so awful. Yes, you have your wonderful boyfriend-fiance, and you refuse to call him fiance until he gives you a ring. And while waking up without them at home with you is better with Andy, due to the distraction, but it still sucked. The only good thing is having Andy prance around nearly naked.

He loves to keep the doors locked, the blinds closed, and walk around with his cock out all day. It’s like he’s teasing you. And you have no problem partaking. He really likes it when you’re naked or at least topless. Especially topless cooking, like now.

You’re being cheeky teenagers again, except without so many restrictions. Standing over the pot of soup, you giggle as Andy comes up behind you with his hands on your tits. He looks over your shoulders softly petting around your nipple. His smile is infectious as he pebbles the sensitive skin. “You’re so,” a lewd moan ripples through your throat, and you back your ass into his cock.

“Fuck me.”

“Sensitive,” Andy gives your nipples a hard pinch, and twirls you around to look at him, and you immediately cup his cock, and he meets your energy, except he shoves two fingers into your warmth, and you whimper, “You’re fucking soaked,” he’s shocked at how ready you are for him.

“I’m fucking horny,” you whine, grinding over his fingers like a bitch in heat. You’re so needy for him right now.

“Yeah, no shit, Doe. You are leaking out, and making a mess on your thighs. What has got you worked up?” His voice is laced with so much hunger for you. My god, this man and that cock you can have whenever you want. And you want immediately. “You’re so fucking messy.”

You can’t stop it. There’s something about his voice that sounds accusatory. And you’re fucking horny. You want to have sex, you don’t want to have a lecture. The soup is simmering and not ready. The kids aren’t here. And you want to be fucked so hard you fall asleep again.

“Maybe if my boyfriend didn’t walk around the damn house with his dick swinging around,” he grimaces at the word boyfriend and the way you emphasized it. “Get hard!”

“Make me,” you’re a bit irritated at him, but not enough to refuse making him hard. You sink to your knees, and take his hardening cock into your hand. You kiss over his member. Looking up at him with the sweetest face that you can muster. You’re not sweet. You’re a goddamn whore for Andy Barber.

“You are a horny little slut, hmm?” Shimmying your shoulders, you nod your head with a smile. Sucking his cock into your mouth so you can suck and use your tongue to massage him. Moaning as he turns to steel in your mouth. “Fuck. You seriously are a master with your mouth. My fiance looks amazing just like this. Taking my cock just like she was made to do.”

What? You pull off his cock slowly, and stare up at him scowling, “What?” He asks, mouth hanging open looking at you.

“Seriously?”

He furrows his brows, and you lose patience. Leaning back on your heels, he asks that stupid question again, “What, Doe?” You don’t say anything, just move to stand. “No. You stay and talk to me. What is your deal?”

Your deal? He grabs your arm, but you shrug him off, and march away from him. “Doe!” You keep walking away from him, but he doesn’t let up. Using your real name, and it hurts for some reason. The vitriol reaction you have to hearing him say a name that everyone calls you. Doe is special to him. His little deer.

“Do not call me that, Andy Barber!”

“I seriously have no idea what is going on right now,” of course he wouldn’t. Because he didn’t understand anything. And currently neither do you.

“Ugh!” Spinning back on your heels, you walk away. Again. Heading towards the bedroom. The two of you look utterly ridiculous; you wearing nothing but cheeky panties, and him completely nude with a hard on. Serves him right. Maybe he can have blue balls because the free show is over now. He needs to gravel, and plead.

“I sound stupid!” You scream at yourself, and you fall onto the bed like a petulant child. You sound like a toddler, and still you can’t stop the weird feeling. It’s not anger as much as it’s complete frustration. You can’t make it stop. You want to be fucked. You want Andy to propose like he said he would. You want to move and live in a house that doesn’t have Scott’s name on it. You want your children to quit leaving you every other weekend.

You want Scott to quit throwing lame excuses over your head trying to scare and threaten you. You want him to stop fighting for full custody. You don’t want him to even have joint custody. You want your babies. And you want them with you and Andy.

“Baby,” Andy coos on your back. He peppers kisses all over your back, and you cry more. You’re trying to be mad at him! “Honey, tell me what’s wrong?”

“I hate him,” he doesn’t have to see your face to know your crying. Your trembling body tells him.

“That’s not what set this off. Tell me what made you angry at first,” was it not Scott? Or is everything just rushing at you at once?

“You’re a liar,” you sound like a child. Audrey doesn’t whine as much as you are.

“I am not.”

“You said you were going to propose for real, and you haven’t,” make it stop. Go back to blaming Scott. You sound like an entitled asshole. Andy said he had a ring, and he said he was going to propose, and he will.

“I called you my fiance,” his voice is so soft, and understanding, but it kind of ticks you off again, and you try to resist. You don’t want to make things worse.

“And I hate it here. I hate that he takes our babies away every other weekend, and I only get to see their faces a little bit. Or when Suede tries to text from his ‘mini’ iPad, and it’s just emojis. And I love that you help him potty. And I’m so horny,” Andy chuckles on your back. He uses his feet to push legs apart.

His thick fingers start teasing through your weeping cunt, and another alarm goes off, “You’re trying to change the subject.”

“You just said you were horny, so I’m going to fuck you, and then we can talk about everything else like adults.”

“You fuck me from behind to much,” he growls. Actually growls on your body. “Andy!” His hands grip you tight before flipping you over on your back, and stepping in between your legs. He moves aside your panties, and you know how stupid it sounds inside your head, but you can’t stop it. “Are you seriously trying to fuck me like some bitch you met at the club without taking her panties off?”

He gives you the most angry grin you’ve ever seen. Tight lipped and irritated when he rips the damn things off, “Those were my favorite panties.”

“No, they weren’t,” you gawk at him. “No. No, they weren’t. Your favorite ones are those pink ones. They cover your full ass, and there’s something about the way they just don’t move on your body, so you’re not tugging them around all day,” you really gawk at him. He’s right. “And when we sleep, your ass cheeks hang out just the tiniest bit and I want to bite each one. So not only are they comfortable on you, they look amazing on, or on the floor.”

Andy crashes into your whiny ass warmth, and your back lifts off the bed. “Now, I don’t know what set you off, or why you’re being so unreasonable but I want to talk about it.”

“I want you to fuck me!” He pulls himself all the way out before slamming into so hard. “Fuck me!”

“I am!” He does it again. And again until your eyes start to crash. “I am your partner, and I want to listen to what’s bothering you.”

“Everything!” He stalls his movements, before leaning over you. His hands in a fist to hold his weight off you just enough. But you want to feel him on you. You want to feel that slight pressure and weight, and know that he’s there, “Everything. I don’t know how to explain it, and I don’t know how to talk about it. I spent so many years sucking up my problems because I didn’t have a real job, and he did. You don’t want to hear about my problems because you’re busier than me.”

“I do,” you shake your head no, but Andy grips onto your chin tightly. His hips slowly push and pull him out of your warmth. You really are a damn teenager. Can’t have an adult conversation without needing your boyfriend-fiancé’s cock inside of you, and all you can do is cry and shake your head. “Doe, I want to hear everything. We are partners. When you don’t feel well, I don't feel well. I want you to be happy because that makes my days better.”

“I don’t want him to have our babies,” you said it again without any hesitation. You want Andy to have your children. You would ask him to adopt them today if you knew it was possible.

He nods his head. His rhythm is still so steady, “The custody hearing is getting closer,” it isn’t a question, but you nod your head. He knows that’s part of what’s bothering you, “Honey, I’m not going to let anyone take the kids from us.”

“You can’t promise that,” Andy leans forward, and kisses each cheek, pulling back you notice the shine on his lips. “Did you just kiss my tears away?”

“I did. That’s what I want. I want to kiss away all your tears, and I want us to be okay. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” tears steadily flow down your face, and he keeps kissing over your cheeks, and it doesn’t help. Except those tears stop hurting so much. You’re now crying because you’re so happy with the right partner. “Honey, I love you.”

“I love you,” your words bubble over. He’s so perfect, and you’re just not. You’re not a superhuman, you’re not the thinnest, the most beautiful, the smartest, but you know you’re a damn good mom, and you were a good wife to an asshole. But you could be the best wife to Andy. “I want to marry you.”

“You’ve got to get divorced first,” you snort. Finally sounding happier than sadder. He smiles, kissing you gently. “I’ll marry you the day after if that’s what you want.”

“It was always you,” you may sound silly. You two may argue over the stupidest things. But it was always him. “I’m sorry that I’m a child sometimes.”

“You’re normally not,” he bites his lip as he pounds into you quickly. “Now, hold — fucking hell!” He yells, slamming his hand on your phone. “You’re answering it.”

“You are fucking me,” giggling, you read his name, and know why Andy wants you to answer.

“And I’ll keep fucking you. So you better listen to little Scottie the first time,” whimpering, you shake your head no.

“Just finish quickly.”

“I don’t want to, I want to take my time. Answer it.”

Groaning, you click on the phone, “Hey,” Andy is an asshole. He keeps a slow rhythm into your body. “What are you needing?”

“Why do you sound sniffly?”

“My allergies have been irritating me lately,” you can feel his eyes roll, “What’s up?”

“Taylor is wanting to throw Audrey a party,” he blurts out. You don’t hate Taylor. But you don’t think Taylor is capable of throwing Audrey a birthday party either. Plus, she’s got the celebration one in her classroom, and doesn’t love large crowds. “She wants to give her a party at an event center with clowns.”

“She’s terrified of clowns, and characters in costumes,” she likes her characters 2D.

“She’s not over that yet?”

“Are you over your fear of sharks?” Scott huffs. “I’m listening. What else?” Andy pistons into your body so hard that you have to slap your hand over your mouth to keep a sound of deep satisfaction from escaping. “Jerk!”

“Just have Taylor’s family,” why? “And a few kids from her classroom,” a few can range to a large number. “She wants a caterer.”

“For a five year old?” You already see what Taylor is doing. She wants her family there, so she can show off how much her boyfriend can spend on silly little things like a birthday party.

“Not everybody wants to make everything by hand like you, Ms. Perfect,” you know Andy is aware of everything that Scott is saying. It’s why he grits his teeth as he pounds into your body balls deep, and lets the tip of his cock settle against your cervix sweetly. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” just having the best sex with the deepest penetration.

“You’re panting.”

“I just got off the treadmill,” just getting fucked.

“Honey, it’s not baby weight anymore, Suede is two,” another harsh move into you, and Andy’s face starts to turn red. Angry with Scott’s unnecessary harsh words.

“She wants to go to Paris.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not paying for that shit.”

You roll your eyes. Scott seriously didn’t understand, nor were you asking him to pay for anything. “She’s obsessed with Madeline. Why not do a Parisian theme. But for fuck’s sake, can the two of you make sure that Suede can have everything there? You know how kids are.”

“You could keep him that day.”

Andy bites your neck slightly too hard, “Ow.”

“What?” Andy growls on your skin. “Oh god, did I upset Andrew?” No, he’s pissing you off.

“You upset me. Either Suede goes, or you don’t need to throw a party for Audrey,” he starts to say something, but you speak louder, “That’s his sister, and you know the special bond that they have. Either you include Suede in the festivities, or you don’t do it. Audrey will want to talk about it, and it won’t be fair to our son.”

“He’s fucking two years old, he won’t remember it.”

You lift up on your elbows, throwing all caution to the wind when you grab Andy’s ass, and pull him deeper into you. You wink at your fiance. “Do you think he doesn’t know the disdain that you have for him? How you won’t even spend the goddamn time to help him pee in the potty while he’s there? Do you think Audrey doesn’t tell me about the giggling you and Taylor did when he cried because he had an accident that smelled. Shit stinks, you asshole. Even your precious Taylor’s. So either you have a party that Suede can fully be a part of, or don’t bother throwing a party that she doesn’t even want anyways.”

Andy moans, and Scott whispers an expletive. You hope that Scott knows that you’re getting ground into with the biggest cock right now. Andy pushes into you faster. Harder. “Is there a problem, Scott?”

“You can be a bitch sometimes. Just didn’t realize it until after we split.”

“And you can be an asshole sometimes. I always knew it, but I overlooked it for some reason. And if I ever hear about you and Taylor making a comment about Suede’s shitty diaper again…” Andy pushes into you so hard, your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can’t make threats. “He’s a baby, and we are teaching him to potty train. If you don’t want to change diapers, do the same at your house.”

“He’s with you more.”

“Consistency is the key. Is that all?” His side is silent, minus the heavy breathing. You can hear his finger tapping on something. His annoying fucking habit when he gets angry. Fucking asshole. He’s a little bitch. Having to make a two year old feel bad for an accident in his diaper to make him feel superior.

“Audrey shouldn’t — are you,” he pauses. You’ve stunned him into silence, and he doesn’t even know what to say, “What do you want?”

“I want you to treat both our children the same. I want you to treat Suede like he’s your son, and that you love him. I want you to be just as proud of him as you are of Audrey. I want you to stop pushing the responsibilities of our children onto Taylor. I want my son to come home happy. I don’t want him to see me, and not want to let go of me for a few hours. Mmm,” Andy really is an asshole for pushing into you so deep that you can’t stop the sound of bliss.

Scott knows. He knows that Andy is giving it to you so good, and when you get off the phone that Andy is going to fuck you like a slut. “Andy told you to write,” he sighs. Yes, Andy and you have been writing down every indiscretion to your children that he does, “I just can’t connect with him.”

“What are you saying?” Your fingers dig into Andy’s ass. You're angry. You’re pissed. You’re ready to kill your ex.

“I don’t,” he’s choosing his words carefully. You wish he would just rip the bandaid off. “He’s not an easy child. Audrey is. I had bonding time with her. And then…”

“And then my postpartum depression cramped your sex life. And then our son became the number one man in my life. And then our son was sick all the time. You never even tried to connect with him. You never even noticed that I was drowning. All you cared about was getting your dick wet. So my advice to you is to make sure you don’t knock Taylor up, because you can’t handle anything with a penis being put above you. Is that all?”

“Fuck you. You are so self righteous. You act like you’re the perfect fucking parent, and nobody is ever going to compare to you. I hope Andy enjoys trying to please someone who is impossible to please,” you moan again. Having to bite on Andy’s arm. “You fucking slut. How dare you fuck that asshole while you’re talking to me!”

“My fucking slut,” Andy grunts before reaching to your phone, and ending the call. “After this court hearing, and when it’s determined about the kids,” he stops himself. His thrusts are angry. “Do you realize I want to,” you cover his mouth with your hand, shaking your head.

“Do not say that. I just want our,” you smile at him, letting him know that it’s not an accident when you say our, “babies. Oh god,” he ruts into you, and your body becomes soft for him. Pliable to his every move, and you stare at the man that didn’t even have to try, and he reached your ‘impossible’ standards. Scott is wrong. And you’re never going to allow him to hurt your self esteem ever again.

The only thing you want is to know that your babies are safe, and in a loving environment. And if he can’t provide that for them, he might as well just give up trying to fight for them. He only fights for them because it hurts you. But his fight is becoming stale. The only thing he’s holding onto is his pride. Knowing that Audrey could be his legacy, and never thinking that his son could. He wants you to hurt. He wants to shove something in Andy’s face. And all at the expense of his children.

One of these days, he’ll give up on the fight. And when he does, you know that Andy won’t hesitate to pick up those pieces, and be willing to adopt both children, and legally become their father. It’s in knowing a man. It’s knowing that even when you’re acting ridiculous in an argument, that Andy isn’t going to stop. That he’s not going to make some snarky comment that kills your self worth.

He crashes his lips into yours, and the two of you pant. Breathing in each other’s air. Entangling your bodies together in the most beautiful sin. One of these days you won’t have to worry about these conversations. You won’t have to worry about the bane of your existence. You’ll be able to sleep every other weekend because you know that your children are in a safe home.

He presses his forehead against yours while he drives his cock into you so hard. Fusing his body with yours. You can’t look away from his beautiful eyes. Can’t think of anything more besides the fact that Andy is the most beautiful human. Andy is the epitome of a perfect man. Not just in looks, even though he really is the best. But the fact that he isn’t toxic, and he’s all man.

His eyes darken, and his body tightens, “I’m there, Andy.”

“I know, honey,” his salacious moan has your body setting on fire. He’s so vocal during sex that you never have to worry if it truly feels good for him, or if you’re just ‘doing your wifely duties’. “I feel your walls pulsing around me. Squeezing me so tight. Let. Go,” breathing him in, you let every wall fall down as euphoria races through you. Your cunt clenches down around him, and you mewl out his name. Thick. Hot ropes of cum shoot into your pussy, and Andy’s body melts on top of your own.

You just breathe. You soak him all up. Every last drop of him. This will be the one that takes. You know it will be. You furrow your brows as you look up at the ceiling. Counting in your head. Are you even ovulating? Are you…?

“Hey,” he pops up from your chest, smiling, and you forget all the counting. He’s so pretty after sex. “Tomorrow when we go to pick up the kids. There’s somewhere special I want to show you.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Andy!”

“Doe!”

“Daddy!” He covers your mouth with his hand.

“Woman, being called daddy by you is not my thing. I know you’re doing it to make me cringe. But I just had the best sex of my life, and pissed off a little wanna be man in the process. Let me revel in that fact, and also the fact that your cunt is so full of me that your eyes are swimming,” you shake your head no. His hand is still covering you, but he knows you're smiling.

“Yeah, you’re swimming in Andy cum and Andy dick.”

“I love swimming in Andy.”

“Andy just loves you,” and with that, he kisses you softly. Savoring the different taste of you after sex. He could tell you about all the things that are different about you, but he’ll save it. He won’t be able to save it for too much longer. You’re just being too silly and stressed to realize.

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[ilostyou]

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[ilyrafe]

after seeing so much one direction content these past couple of days, it got me thinking. one direction really was the last boyband to ever happen. no one will ever come close to what they did in only six years. it’s a once in a generation kind of thing to happen. they didn’t even win the x factor and ended up being the show’s biggest act, 14 years later.

yes, they were manufactured, but at the same time, they were the least manufactured band to ever exist in recent times. they didn’t dance, they weren’t actually meant to be a band, they got everything they had because of charisma and talent. these boys were so talented and charismatic. they didn’t really dress the same, they were working class teenagers with a dream and they did it. and it was beautiful.

after seeing their statements, it’s finally downing on me that one direction is really over and i will never see all five of them together again. 11 year old me is absolutely devastated, and so is 24, almost 25 year old me.

the fangirl in me never went anywhere, it turns out. i still have my 1d concert tickets (the only one i went to and zayn was still in the band!), my albums and dvds, books, theater tickets and every once in a while i would take them out of the box and reminisce of the good old days, never thinking i would mourn one of them so soon. i genuinely thought i would be way older when they would go.

i can’t help but feel so sad that liam’s last years were so erratic and horrible. he was hurting deeply and he deeply hurt other people, and there is no excuse for what he did. i mourn what he once was, what he could have been and how it all ended up being. i take maya’s allegations seriously and i encourage you to do the same. what she is going through right now is impossible to imagine.

for those saying they’re glad “an abuser died”, think about what you’re saying. his death helps no one. his victims will never get justice, he will not take accountability for his actions. no one will ever get closure.

for those saying they feel bad for hating or mocking him, you really should. he was called an opportunist for showing up at the boys’ concerts and yet, when harry would do it, everyone loved it.

liam wasn’t perfect, he fucked up a lot, but like anyone, he had the right to, at the very least, apologize. 31 is too young, and no one deserves to go like this.

all i think about is his little son, who will grow up without his dad. no kid should ever lose their parent, especially at such an young age. the fact that he never once exposed his son to the media (like many celebrities do) to protect his privacy tells me that he loved his boy and knew all too well the damage this exposure would cause.

i saw that some 1d songs are trending again, and as much as i would love to take the day to listen to them, it is too soon. i haven’t been able to watch friends since matthew perry died, haven’t been able to watch brooklyn 99 since andre bragher died and will not be able to listen to 1d for a while.

it’s too soon.

call me dramatic, i don’t really care. the most magical part of my adolescence has ended tragically and i am really at a loss.

for those who are conflicted as i am, take your time. it is okay to be sad he’s gone and, at the same time, feel disappointed or even angry. it is okay to mourn and, at the same time, support maya.

edit: i would also like to express my support to his parents, sisters, cheryl, kate and friends.

[whenlifeisscaryanddepressing]

A message to my American brothers and sisters whose candidate lost this election:

Firstly, I am neither American nor did I vote for your election so do take what I say with a grain of salt.

I’m writing to you guys because I know how you feel. I’ve been there.

During the 2020 Presidential election of the Philippines, I too supported a movement. Not a candidate—a movement. A female presidential candidate who raised hope, became a champion for marginalized communities whose only goal was to create opportunities to shift my country away from the vitriol that came from a previous president who strong armed my country into a bloody war on drugs that saw the death of thousands of poor people.

And like you, I lost.

With the spread of misinformation and lies, my country elected the son of a dictator who proved himself to be the ineffective, incompetent and dishonest leader we all secretly hoped he wouldn’t be.

Our hopes dimmed.

Tears were shed.

Resentment flowered in us like a storm.

It was difficult to swallow the results of an election that had so much at stake. You see, like your President-elect, our current President spent millions of pesos contesting a fair election that saw him losing out to the vice presidential position during the previous election.

Through bullying and intimidation, he sought to undermine a fair election that took him out of power.

And like your current President-elect, he still managed to win at the end.

It would have been easier to accept the results had it not been for the mocking of 31 million Filipinos who voted our current president into office.

We all heard them tell us, “You’re crying over an election? You need better things to worry about.”

I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.

Your frustrations and disappointment are valid.

It is rare to find a candidate you’re able to place so much hope in and to have that hope dashed away is a bitter pill that is difficult to swallow.

I know, you’re probably tired of hearing it.

“Turn the other cheek.”

“Accept it and move on.”

“It is what it is.”

“There’s nothing more to do.”

It’s okay. I’m tired of it too.

I know you’re probably scared and angry and so, so, so tired. Two years after our election and I am still all of these things.

I still think about the what if, the what could have beens. I think a lot about how better off we would have been if the right person won.

I want you to know that it’s okay. It’s okay to mourn those things.

You did your part. You voted and you campaigned and you fought hard. Sometimes, we just lose.

If there’s any advice I can impart, it’s that I hope you take your frustration, your sadness, you exhaustion, your anger, and turn it into righteous fury.

Take that fury and do something with it.

Because the movement cannot stop here. The moment we stop fighting, they win.

To lose hope means victory for the other side.

I get it. It’s easier to get mad at the people who voted for him. It’s even easier to spew the same vitriolic hate towards them when they start complaining about how things don’t change and how your country is worse off but theirs is the vote that put a wannabe-dictator in power.

Don’t do it.

Because that divide is precisely why they keep winning. It’s the same divide they sowed into my country and we are still struggling to fight that division everyday.

Losing this election is a step backwards but losing hope would be another step back.

Even to this day, my presidential candidate continues to inspire hope for change in my country.

I know yours will too.

It’s not the end.

I need you to remember to breathe.

Breathe in the hope you desperately fought for;

breathe through the hurt of the loss;

and breathe out the fear they so badly want you to feel.

The road is long and it’s scary.

But there’s about 50 or so million other people on that road with you. You might not be the majority but even David was small when he killed Goliath.

Cause if you voted for Kamala Harris, you already know you have the courage and righteous fury to fight for change and you cannot give up now that you’re so close.

You lost the battle but it’s not the end of the war.

So tonight, grieve. Cry. Hug your friends and family who are right there with you. Be sad and mourn the loss of what could have been.

Because tomorrow, when you wake, you will continue fighting for change.

Because no one else will.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hello! Welcome, 🪷 anon, I’m always happy about having new anons. Also, as you’ve noticed now, I’m not very quick to respond to asks… hopefully I didn’t make you wait too long (I know it’s been two months I’m sorry)

Dom!reader x sub!chuuya

Warning: handjob, edging, thigh slapping (?), cuffs, nipple play

“What do you say?” “Fuck, faster.” “Wrong answer.”

Chuuya laid on his back on the mattress, his arm were above his head and wrists cuffed together. You sat next to him and slowly moved your hand along his shaft. So slow actually that he weren’t sure if you were moving your hand. “Can’t you just finish this quickly? I don’t have time for your games.” The redhead uttered, urging you to go faster. “Who’s the one playing games? With your attitude you don’t get to order me around.” Then you pinched his nipples. “Argh- ugh! This hurts.” Sweat started to form on his forehead, he pulled an hesitant look. “That’s what bad boys get.” You smirked at him, hand stopping around his tip and using your fingertips to rub it.

“Haah… mhm, more, it feels good.” He demanded while he blushed more and more. “That’s not how you ask for something.” “Just do it.” You sighed, then spoke in a sad tone, “you still have a lot to learn huh.” And used the hand pleasuring him to slap his thighs, leaving a red imprint behind. “Huu-nghH? No- keep touching me.” This irritated him, his member was throbbing in an angry shade of red. “I am touching you though?” You kept slapping his thighs, they were soft and covered in lube and precum. “You..! I mean, ugh! You annoying-” “shhh, chuuya, think about what you are going to say and the consequences first.” Grinning from ear to ear as you whispered a warning, he knew you meant every word you said.

The boy bit his lips, arguing with his own pride whether or not he should just give in. Instead giving him some time to think, you slapped his thighs again and commented, “I’m getting sleepy at this point~” a sense of embarrassment washed over him, were you implying that he was boring? “Fine! ..please touch me…there.” It was adorable how he raised his voice so much only to whisper the main part. Should you be nice or mean today? He looks like he is going to cry if you tease him any more. That wouldn’t be a bad thing though.

You still decided to be understanding and touched his dick again, yearning a low gasp from the male. “There there, you can be good if you want to huh?” He ignored your remark, knowing better than to talk back when in this state. “More” chuuya mumbled, blinking a few times before hastily adding a please to his sentence. “Aha~ if you ask so nicely.” Your motions became a bit faster like what he requested, and you kissed his lips passionately. It surprised him a little, but he returned the kiss.

“If you are being good you’ll also get a reward.” You said in a playful manner, watching his body tremble with every touch. It tingled wherever your skin made contact with his, and it made his heart work an extra shift. The blood rushed to his head and lower body, it made him feel weak everywhere else. His arms, his knees and legs… more precum dripped down his member, creating an erotic view for you. “How adorable you are right now, hehe.” You chuckled at him, he looked like he was going to melt. “Shut up, ugh-hnn..” the boy ordered, totally ashamed of this situation, but also unbelievably aroused.

“Seems like you still have a foul mouth.” A disappointed expression on your face as your pace slowed down again. “Hu-?! Why you! Mhm, move faster god damn it.” Ah, seems like he was close. “Tsk tsk, not like that.” You advised him, then started to suck on his breast. “Hmm?! Mhm! Ga-ahhh..” whimpers escaped his lips at the newfound pleasure. He loved this, even if his words said something else. A dreamy look was on his face, he felt hot and on the verge of exploding. Your touch felt really pleasant against his burning skin. The bliss he felt was making his mind go blank.

“Ah-haaa.. I want to cum.” Chuuya said, he probably didn’t notice himself that he said this. You moved away from his now swollen nipple and licked your lips, observing the mess he (or you) made. His hair stuck to his reddish face, his eyes exposing his desires. Arms still raised over his head and wrists cuffed together, bruises were starting to form there due to him thrashing around. You could feel his twitching in your hand, probably very close to finishing. “Was that a question or command?” You asked him, but you weren’t sure if he understood you with how pleasure struck he looked.

“Mhm.. please, I can’t- anymore.” He begged, then pleaded again, “please, I wanna cum…hnNgg.” Some tears rolled down his already beautiful face, decorating it further. Your lovely partner looked like a helpless deer, so vulnerable and small you just loved this. “Hmm, I don’t know, have you been good enough?” Without thinking about it, he instantly replied, “yes- nghh! Please, ah, pleaasee.” You thought about it, he wasn’t being very good this time, but he was being pretty obedient towards the end. Maybe you should grant it to him? Or should you punish him a little longer? He started to cry when you still didn’t raise your pace, now going back to being a brat again. The boy started to squirm around and thrust his hips, all while whining “ughhh! Fuck, I can’t, mhm, please faster…”

Chuuya gazed at you with pitiful eyes and drool hanging from his lips, his eyes widened when he saw your expression. You were clearly enjoying this, you were enjoying yourself so much it was almost scary. A gentle yet terrifying smile appeared on your features, hinting at your decision. “Oh chuuya, you really ruined your chance with that one.”

[tomieafterdark]

hate fucking with Eren drabble..18+

want more? I got you<3 here’s my masterlist

pairing: Eren x fem!reader

cw: hate fucking, sex through the prison bars from that one season 4 scene, no prep but reader is wet enough by just seeing Erens drastic glow up, vaginal sex, ass slapping, choking, hair pulling.

a/n: I haven’t watched season 4 properly and that includes this scene so if something is missing you know why😭 anyways enjoy this drabble, I am having a writers block kinda so I am stuck on my requests and longer fics rip.

Hange just came back up from asking Eren some questions, it seems she didn’t have much of a breakthrough though.

“He kept babbling on about fighting…” she said and sat down with the others. She looks disappointed as she continues explaining what else had happened.

You wanted to go down and check on Eren knowing damn well Eren despises you. Ever since you first met, you’ve had this weird energy of constantly competing or tearing each other down. Deep down inside maybe you were just looking for a way to let out your pent up anger and sadness, to tease Eren or full on argue with him. You just needed an outlet for your feelings…

As you get closer to his cell, he is still mumbling to himself about fighting. What a weirdo. And he is shirtless with a freaking manbun, you take a minute to stare at him not knowing he is aware, his body looks like it was carved by the gods themselves. As much as you despised Eren, you couldn’t help but admit he was so attractive right now, he has changed a lot.

“How long are you going to stand there and not talk, you know I am not deaf. I heard you walk down.” He says, his voice is husky and sends chills down your spine. You hadn’t seen Eren for a while, last time you saw him he was annoying and whiny and just cried a lot…this time he is different. You bite your bottom lip. His face was hotter too, that hairstyle looks like it was invented just for him.

“Whatever.” You say in a bratty tone, and walk closer to him.

He doesn’t care, he is just sitting on the edge of the bed now. He looks annoyed, as if he was doing something important earlier and had been interrupted.

You start to bother him on purpose, hoping for a reply. He must be equally desperate to let out his pent up emotions because he argues back. Suddenly you and Eren are full on arguing about god knows what because it doesn’t make sense to anyone but you two. It goes from petty things to you bursting into tears, asking Eren why he has changed so much and why he is hurting everyone he once cared about. Eren doesn’t take kindly to that last part, you don’t know it but you hit a sore spot inside of him.

He grabs you by the collar of your shirt through the bars, eyes full of hatred and rage with a hint of pain and regret if you look deeper. You don’t stop there, you’re so angry and upset you end up bringing his mom into it, and then the real hell breaks loose.

He yells at you to leave her out of it, you scream back about everything that’s wrong with his behaviour and plans and how she would never approve of this. You’re trying to reach the little humanity he had left in him but it’s not working, the tension between you becomes weirdly sexual at some point. He can’t deny the tension and neither can you, he may have neglected his humanity but that doesn’t mean it’s not there deep within him, screaming to be let out, to express its feelings. The very feelings he has been pushing down to work toward his goal, pushing everything else aside. With you being here, and the sexual tension already between you the grief and pain chooses to express itself sexually.

He turns you around, with little care for how it affects you or if it hurt. He is rough with you, even though there’s literal bars between you he doesn’t seem to care. He pulls you in close, you can feel his breath on your neck. You giggle in response to Eren’s rough manhandling. “Geez, I didn’t know you had this side to you. Last time we argued it just ended with you crying like a bitch!” You laugh.

He slaps your face really hard in return, causing you to moan a little. Something about his cold broken energy just made you so attracted to him, and the carelessness and manhandling only made you more weak in the legs. You had not planned for this sexual tension to arise with Eren. Sure, all your arguing earlier helped you release the anger you were wanting to express but the sexual side of you needed release too and Eren’s glow up alone had awakened it. You hadn’t had sex in so long, too much work and too little time for anything else left you neglecting your sexual needs a lot.

You arch your back and push your ass up against Eren, to your surprise you’re met with some hardness. “Arguing makes you hard? You really are a mess Eren Yeager” you say to him in a snarky tone and laugh.

“Shut the fuck up, aren’t you the one pushing your ass all up against me like a bitch in heat?” He says in a husky voice that sends shivers down your spine. You almost accidentally moan yes daddy in reply, this new Eren has your mind racing. You just smirk back at him. “I’ll fuck this sly smirk off your face bitch, when I’m done with your ass you’ll be crying begging me to stop.”

“Ooh I’m so scared. Face it Eren, you couldn’t last a minute.” You brag, hoping to get a rise out of him and get manhandled even more. Oh how you wish those stupid bars weren’t between you, so Eren could have his way with you.

He chokes you in return and pulls your pants and panties down, you’re so wet just from this alone. It’s good you are wet because Eren was so pissed off he would’ve bottomed out in you wether you were wet or not. Your eyes roll back as you’re gasping for air, he is choking a bit too hard. He gets closer to your ear as he continues choking and whispers “spread your legs more bitch.”

You’re so dizzy from being choked you accidentally reply back “yes daddy” out loud instead of in your head and spread them causing Eren to chuckle, he low-key likes it and even more when you said it in the state you were in. He shoves his entire length into you, it’s so big it hurts causing you to wake up from your dizzy state. He knows you’re struggling to take it, from the way your body tensed up to the way you’re almost pushing him out is telling but he keeps pushing it in making you take it all. Your moaning is starting to get a bit to loud, which has him hiss “quiet you whore. Do you really want them to find you like this? All wrapped up around my cock moaning like a slut?” He lets go of your throat and puts it over your mouth, your muffled moans are still loud but it’s better than before. He keeps thrusting at a merciless speed, your body finally stopped resisting his sheer force and you’re taking him. Limp legged, barely able to stand up and he just keeps going, you can feel it reach all the way up in your stomach. He grabs your hand and makes you feel it. “Feel it slut, that’s me re-arranging your tiny little guts.” You cry out in return, it’s making you lose it, it’s just too much. You just want to collapse here and now, but Eren pushes your hand down on the bulge his cock is making on your pretty stomach. Your reaction is gold to him. “What was it about me not lasting huh y/n?” He snarks and starts slapping your ass, not once or twice but so many times your cheeks turn red.

You squirt all over Eren’s cock, orgasming so hard your cunt is once again trying to push him out. Eren just buries himself deeper inside you, feeling every small movement your cunt makes in hopes of pushing him out. Your breathing is getting faster, with legs shaking. “Please Eren, pull out for a second it’s too much” you cry out with tears running down your pretty cheeks.

“Shut the fuck up and take this dick” is all he says and starts fucking you deeper. He puts you on all four, positioning you into a mean painful arch even though there’s bars between you. He somehow reaches deeper into you with the position you’re in and you’re leaking all over the cold cement floor from your eyes and cunt. Eren is brutal, you had enough ages ago but he keeps going. You are so overstimulated you try to crawl away but you’re met with more brutal manhandling, he pulls on your ponytail keeping you in place. “What’s wrong y/n? You can’t last longer?” He mocks.

You end up getting your absolute brains fucked out by Eren, at the same brutal pace for what feels like hours. When he is done, you’re a mess. He didn’t stop until your cunt was overstimulated, bruised and gaping. You hear the others come down to check on Eren, you quickly put your clothes on. You’re struggling to stand as they come over, you’re just standing against the wall with your legs threatening to collapse any minute.

thanks for reading I didn’t proof read so sorry for mistakes 😵‍💫

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[your-nanas-house]

I'm pretty sure you're mine

◇ Pairing: Sub!William Killick X dom fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, disappointment, friends to lovers, choking, slapping, edging, raw sex/creampie, sadness and lust, shitty writing (sorry I'm pretty sick and struggled a bit)

◇ Summary: William meets his childhood friend again, after a promise he did before the war.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Inspired by one of the latest and wonderful works of @pinguwrites

"William—" her voice came out as a whisper as her eyes remained on her loving childhood friend, who was busy apparently flirting with a brunette woman.

He turned around, licking his lips in confusion but kind of joy— a joy that vanished as soon as he saw the hurt face of who used to be his Y/n.

She left him no time to say hello, ask questions, or give an explanation— even though it was ages since they saw each other and she was really eager to meet him again after all they had been through.

It didn't happened though, not like she planned.

Y/n always imagined their reunion to be more romantic, full with joy and cries and passion— not sadness and disappointment.

She rushed out of the pub where they were, pushing the door open before running away the fastest she could, leaving the young man confused and sad at the entrance.

.

A couple of days later, someone knocked at the door of the house she was staying in and thinking that it was probably the owner or someone important, she opening it just to be face to face with William.

Neither of them spoke for a couple of seconds, they just kept looking at each other, taking in all the changes that were visible on their bodies— before she made an attempt to close the door.

William's feet quickly stopped her action, opening the door again and walking in as soon as she rushed away, heading with an angry gait to the living room— so that she could continue to prepare her suitcases.

"Y/n" William's voice broke the silence taking her slightly by surprise, it had become deeper and his accent was still present, if she wasn't that mad she would have probably begged him to speak to her all day long.

Distracted by his voice, she didn't realize that the man had moved and was now standing behind her with a very worried look.

Her body became still as soon as William rested his hand carefully on her shoulder, she turned slowly her head to meet his piercing baby blue eyes— waiting for him to talk, to say anything.

"Why are you here?" William asked, leaking of words. His words kept echoing in Y/n's head as she stared how blankly at his handsome face

"Why am I here?" Repeats, anger slowly building up, her movements become more nervous and fast as she kept packing her things.

"Yes—" he started, taken aback by her sudden motion, her finger pointing at his chest "I'm here because I wanted to see you again, I waited for you to come back to me after war but nothing!" she revealed breathing heavily.

Y/n didn't let William open his mouth again.

Her hand pushed against his chest, making him stumble against the nearest surface

"I came here ready to see you again, to be with you and start something like we promised each other and there you are, flirting with another woman" she murmured, staring at him with a lot of emotions in her eyes.

William's heart skipped a beat as his stomach sinked. She was mad. But, she had every right to be.

She returned to a man who had changed and seemingly moved on from the past. She had a right to be mad.

William swallowed down, his gut instinct to defend himself disappearing as he stared at her, his mouth almost unable to form words.

"You have nothing to say?" She asked incredulously, her eyes narrowing even more

"I..I..." he stammered out, his tongue tied. It feels like he couldn't find the proper words, as if every time he opened his mouth to speak they only stumble out as gibberish.

His heart raced as frustration mounts against himself for what had become of the situation. She was rightfully angry at him, but now he found himself unable to even answer the question posed to him.

"The cat got your tongue, William?" She asked, framing his body with hers, almost giving an energy of superiority and dominance.

He stared with wide eyes, shocked but at the same time intrigued by the sudden position.

He couldn't feel the heat of her body pressed against his, the sensation sending waves of heat through his body. Her smell was different then he remembered, not sweet and innocent like it used to be but— nicer.. more mature.

It was almost as if she was designed to distract him.

Y/n's eyes scanned his body as she bit softly her bottom lip in thought.

His breath caught in his chest, feeling the butterflies rush to his stomach, his body nearly shivering as she moves closer.

His hands suddenly rise, his body shifted so he was better framed by hers.

William stared at her, knowing that they both felt the heat rising.

They both let out a soft sigh before their lips connected in a passionate and fiercely kiss.

He suddenly wrapped his hands around her waist, his fingers interlocking together, pulling her in as he kisses her.

Her arms hugging his neck forcefully, holding him closer to her.

The passion and heat that erupted between them was utterly exhilarating, but at the same time there was a certain intimacy about the kiss— as well as repressed feelings and hidden emotions.

His tongue swirled around hers, and he felt her body pressed up against his during the kiss, the heat and tension nearly unbearable.

Y/n pushed him against the wall, pulling softly at his locks as she broke the kiss

"Tell me you're still mine" she whispered against his lips, her nose brushing his as she waited for a reply, her eyes closed.

A deep moan erupted from William's throat, his body nearly trembling beneath her— his lips parted and the words barely managed to utter themselves from his mouth

"I'm still yours.." he whispered, and kisses her again.

She returned the kiss, leading him to the bedroom of the house while she started to undress him— he was still in a state of shock that this was happening, but the heat that he felt rise through him as she lead him to the bedroom was undeniable.

Her hands moved to undo his buttons, her breath on his neck, hot and desperate, and the heat of her body rising up through his own.

It was almost as if she was designed to steal away his breath, and his body responded in turn without hesitation.

And in a quick motion he was now laying on the bed, Y/n towering over him while she kicked off her boots.

William kept watching her with anticipation as he laid there, his own hands move to undo his pants, pulling them off one as he watches her remove her blouse.

It felt as if time had melted away for William.

Time no longer held any sway over him, it was just the two of them together; her hands on his body, her lips on his, her breath against his skin.

He suddenly leaned forward and kissed her again deeply, pulling her body to rest upon his.

His hand wandered lower, taking a handful of her ass, earning a harsh slap from her

"I don't think you understand who's in control right now, baby boy" Y/n murmured, her nails digging in the flesh of his chin as she held it still, making William whine softly.

The sudden slap earned a jolt of shock from him and the burning remained a reminder.

This had always been the underlying dynamic between the two of them and the sudden harshness from her now was utterly unexpected— it felt like this wasn't the same girl he used to fool around with, her confidence drowing him almost as if she had been the one who had gone to war.

Her nails scraped at his chin harder, and the sudden rush of heat sent shivers all through his body.

William just nodded breathless, his eyes watching her carefully as his body didn't dare to move

"Will you be a good boy, William? My good boy?" She asked almost ordering him to, placing kisses along his jawline.

His heart kept hammering heavily in his chest as his breathing grew heavy at her commands.

She had taken an unexpected role in this reunion, and it was taking him some time to get used to this new dynamic not that he minded.

He slowly nodded, his mouth barely able to utter a single word

"Yes... I'll be a good boy" he finally muttered, rolling his eyes back when she started to nibble on his sweet spot, his breath becoming heavier and heavier as his hands kept tickling.

He needed to grab her, to hold into her but he was too afraid to do so— William didn't want her to stop for no reason.

Y/n's body was still clothed while William was bare under her, needy of her touch and love.

"Tell me you're mine, honey" she whispered, making her hand travel lower in a painful slow pace.

"I'm yours" he muttered quickly out, his heart racing violently as his breath grew more ragged

"I'm yours" he repeated it again breathless, as if to convince himself more than her that this was true.

Her hand grabbed his rock-hard cock which was hidden under the skirt of her dress, she pumped it a couple of time, watching his face writhe in a grimace of pleasure.

"What do you want, baby?" Y/n whispered a couple of minutes later, denying him the release.

The question threw him off completely as he was still under the effects of her sudden dominance.

It took him a few moments to even grasp the question she was asking him, but when he did, the words that fell from his mouth were quick and decisive

"I want..." his voice was nearly a whisper

"I want you to teach me a lesson" his eyes were filled with anticipation as he stared at hers.

"My baby wants a lesson? A lesson of what, huh? Does my baby need to be remined of who he belongs to?" She mocked him, tightening the grip she had on his thrombing cock.

William groaned in response, the pain of her grip nearly unbearable, as was the mocking tone she used.

His eyes narrowed in pain and pleasure as she challenged him, as if daring him to resist

"Yes" he whispered softly "Yes, darling...I need to learn my place".

Another harsh slap could be heard in the room, he blinked a couple of times, looking at her now like a lost puppy

"I'm not your darling, baby. What am I?" She asked, her free hand grabbing his face "You're My Mistress" he whispered out, the words coming out like a sudden admission.

His head bowed down slightly, his gaze falling down as he waited a response or another slap.

"Mistress" Y/n repeated softly, nodding in approval "Call me that, baby" she kissed his bruised lips as a reward

"Is my baby ready to be reminded?" She whispered against his lips.

His lips parted in an involuntary whimper as she moved her hand again

"Yes Mistress... I'm ready" he whispered in a low voice, waiting her next move.

Her lips touched his face again in a kiss, her nails scratching along his lips, reminding him of the power she held in this moment.

"That's a good boy" she praised, listening to William's soft whimper.

Y/n moved down his body, leaving kisses down his pale freckled skin till she reached his leaking cock— her thumb rubbed his angry red tip, collecting his pre-cum as he squirmed softly, his hands grabbing into the bed.

Her bottom lip was caged between her teeth, her eyes fixed on him while she continued with her actions, slapping hard the pale skin of his tigh as soon as he tried to do something

"Ah Ah, baby. Behave or I stop, got it?" Y/n murmured, spitting on his cock to be able to stroke him better, earning other whines and whimpers from the grown man.

The young woman managed to deny him his release for six times before receiving an actual reaction from him.

Tears running down his sharp but handsome face, his cheeks flushed and his lips bruised for all his biting and the kisses they shared before.

And each slap on his thigh was a sharp sting of pain and a rush of heat that made him tremble slightly against her as a sharp moan escaped his mouth each time

"M-More, please! More, mistress! I-I need m-more" his voice grew hoarse as the lesson went on, his voice dripping with desire and need as he begged her.

A small smirk remined on Y/n's face as she decided to finally stop torturing him and get her pussy a bit of satisfaction as well.

She moved her dress slightly up, not showing William anything but her thighs for a couple of seconds before sink into him— her cunt wrapping tightly around his cock.

William's back arched at the sudden sensation, his eyes rolled back as his hand finally grabbed her hips, letting Y/n still be in control as she bounced on his lenght

"Is my baby close?" She moaned out, grabbing his throat while increasing her pace, ready to receive all the load that William shoot inside of her soon after.

"Yess" she hissed, watching William silent moans, his open mouth and the shaking of his body who was struggling to deal with an orgasm like that

"Fill me, baby boy!" She commanded eagerly before lying next to him breathless as well.

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[neil-gaiman]

Hi Mr. Gaiman!

I hope you're happy and well.

A part of me hopes this ask gets lost, while another really strongly hopes you answer (not a good beginning, but fuck it).

Okay, so here goes *deep breaths*

My parents have some connections in the publishing industry (they know publishers, dad is an author, etc), and they want me to give them something, anything, that they will then get published. Because I write relatively frequently, stories, poems, research articles, and they know it, they keep telling me to create a book out of my written stuff. But I honestly don't want to, primary reason being that I really don't want to get published because of contacts and stuff. My first book was published that way, and while it holds a special place in my heart, I still feel it shouldn't have been published (some stuff is practice, and some maybe needs the right time - is what I feel). I want to do this on my own, and even if I fail, I'm good with it; but I don't want to get published like this, even if it's for initial books that might help me career-wise. But the parents say that time is running out (I'm 22 btw, and sometimes I do get scared that it's really running out), why not use opportunities when they're coming to you on a plate, doesn't matter if the quality is bad, nobody really reads, only the CV is read, etc. And while the idealistic part of me is strongly against it, another more sensitive part of me really gets affected and scared and just...fucked. When I decline, the parents get angry, say I'm stupid, idealistic, don't know what's good for me; and I get sad seeing them disappointed.

Could you please give some advice on this? Should I give in? Should I keep walking the idealistic path and keep trying on my own? I absolutely love the act of writing itself, and honestly, a lot of the time, finishing a piece of work and polishing it is usually enough for me. I can wait for however long, to first find a proper place(s) and then send it, and even then, rejection won't hurt. I'm already working on some stuff, short story collection, etc. but these talks (lectures and scoldings rather) really scare me. Am I doing the right thing, going against them, at least as far as my own writing is concerned (coz I'm usually pretty passive)?

Thanks for reading so much of my crap, and sorry if your time was wasted. It's perfectly fine if you don't answer.

PS really really love your works, and The Sandman (along with Discworld & Good Omens) honestly really saved my life in one of the darker parts - so thank you for that.

Hope you're happy!

Time is not running out. Don’t let anyone rush you. Write a book you are happy with first, and then see if you can get it published.

[hughiecampbelle]

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 1

A/N: This I'd solely based on this fic, which I am in love with :) There is no gif of all four of them that isn't sad!!! 😭

Warning: addiction/addiction mention, abuse/neglect

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 2

You were an accident. Your siblings made jokes about it your entire life, but there was some truth to it. Logan didn't want anymore kids, he didn't want the kids he had, but you were born regardless of what he thought or wanted

Your mother had a short fling with Logan between Lady Caroline and Marcia. They were married, sure, but that didn't really mean anything, and they divorced shortly after you were born

Your siblings were already out the door by the time you came along, but they still adored you, especially as a baby/toddler

The few pictures you have of your childhood, you're surrounded by your brothers and sister, all of them wanting to hold you and play with you

They really do love you, in their own ways

Connor especially loved you. It's his favorite thing in the world to be a big brother fatherly figure to you and Ken and Shiv and Roman. He was so lonely when it was just him. Now he has you guys 💕

You grew up watching your siblings fight and argue and bicker as a means of showing their love, though Connor tried his best to show you what real love was (aka not just swearing at one another)

He didn't want you growing up the same way he had, ignored and terribly unloved. He never wants you to feel the same way he did, does

"Bitch."

"Whore."

"Shiv, Rome, not in front of y/n."

Roman took it upon himself to steer you clear of certain friends of Logan's, friends like Mo, who weren't to be trusted around children. Whenever you asked why, he'd give you some non-answer answer and tell you to get back to your blocks

"Babies play with blocks."

"Then your crayons, I don't know- whatever."

Kendall always had something sweet for you when he has a meeting with Logan. You weren't allowed sweets, not around your father, but Ken could always sneak you something. Even as you got older, and you reminded him you weren't a little kid anymore, he never forgot your favorites

"You know I'm not five anymore, right?"

"I know, I know, just take it."

Whatever kindness they showed you, it could never equate to the love of your parents, especially your father, neither of which were affectionate people

You were an angry kid. Your father wasn't exactly the most loving. In fact, you sensed that he hated you for as long as you could remember. That made you mad and disappointed in yourself, like you'd done something wrong. Like you were born wrong. So you'd lash out. You broke things, you screamed and cried, you hurt yourself in the process, you did all you could to get his attention, and still nothing worked. Nothing.

Rather, it was Shiv who held a frozen bag of peas on your bruises, who wrapped bandaids around your broken skin, and reminded you you were only hurting yourself, the two of you watching the housekeeper sweep up glass or patch up walls, whatever mess you made. She didn't like seeing you like this, knowing it only enraged your father instead of getting the response you were looking for

"Y/n, why do you keep doing this?"

"I don't know."

"There's gotta be a reason."

There were hundreds of reasons, but you didn't have the words for it yet, so you'd shrug, feeling lighter having gotten it all out

You were grounded a lot, for days at a time, your father banishing you to your room when he was sick of dealing with you. It only made you more upset. Nannies quit constantly, so a lot of the time, it was up to him to deal with your antics. Your mother, when she was home, stayed far from either of you, feigning a headache

You didn't have the words to explain all this, so you made a mess of your room. Tore things apart, broke everything in sight. If it wasn't your body that was hurting, it was the things around you. Eventually, he got rid of everything but the dresser and your bed. Everything else was bare. You'd kick and thrash and yell, but you were too afraid to leave

He didn't have to lock the door, though. All he had to do was stand in front of your door for a few minutes, not saying a word, and that was scary enough to get you to stop, at least for the time being

None of your siblings knew about this. When you were grounded, Logan never let them near you. It wouldn't be until years later that Ken or Con even suspected anything like that when you made a passing comment

He saw your out-of-control emotions as weakness. He tried to get your mother to help, blaming her family genes, but she was out of the house long before you got yourself under control. She moved on with her life, leaving you with him to go abroad, live the life of luxury with her flavor of the month. She had no interest in being your mother, deciding you'd be better off with him

One day he called you into his study. You knew you'd done bad. You'd thrown another tantrum in front of his investors, in front of friends, and that was the last straw. Tabloids were already talking about the cuts and bruises you gave to yourself, accusing Logan of abusing you. He was completely embarrassed by your behavior, your newest Nanny dragging you out before any real damage was done. Still, you knew that crossed a line. You were sick with worry. You'd only ever been in his study a handful of times, mostly sneaking in when he wasn't home.

Logan gave you the only advice you'd ever receive from him: Quiet down. It was vague and angry and not very helpful, like most of his parenting ways

Soon after that, you had your first drink. You weren't sure what it was, or why you wanted to try it, only that Roman had left it unattended and wouldn't notice, that it made your family a little bit better so why couldn't it help you?

It was the first time in a long time everything had gone quiet. This fury that sat in the middle of your chest has shrunk. You felt like you could breathe and think without wanting to explode. Without wanting to burn the world down. It didn't taste good, at all, but it helped

You figured this is what he meant. This is what he wanted. It wasn't a lot, not enough to get you drunk, but enough to quiet every mean thought in your head

After that, you found your new way to cope. The tantrums stopped. You were rewarded with your things back. Your nanny remained skeptical, but everyone else saw this is a good thing, a phase you'd grown out of. Shiv especially found relief in this, the sight of those bruises and gashes and cuts enough to make her scared what you were going to do next

Your mother believed it was the strict parenting style of Logan that straightened you out, even happier with her decision to leave you behind

From then on out, you were sneaking anything you could. From your father, your siblings, off the silver platters at parties and dinners and meetings. No one noticed when an extra glass went missing. They barely noticed your existence

Your tolerance grew the older you got, and the anger came back. This indescribable fury caused fights between you and Logan, rarely between you and your siblings. Those moments were the worst, when you couldn't bite your tongue. The alcohol could only do so much, so you turned to other things to take that last edge off

Kendall had coke, you could get weed at school, there were a surplus of pills in the bathroom cabinet. Whatever it took to quiet down, whatever it took to take that edge off, to stop acting this way, you figured it was the right thing to do

Your teens were a blur, a mass, of bad ideas and forced photo opportunities. Going to clubs until the sun came out, calling cars to pick you up, changing just in time for a family dinner to discuss shareholders or to schmooze with old friends of Logans. Always polite, always present, even if you were a million miles away

You weren't sleeping a lot, but you didn't need to. The uppers kept you awake, the downers kept your skin from crawling, the booze leveled everything out

[sanddollarpoems]

The truth is, I started in a very different place than I am now. Perhaps I am the evidence of evolution, that a person can go from one side to the other in a matter of years. I have family and friends who still think the same way. They echo the same hurtful words. They babble the same disrespectful slogans.

Last week, while feeling scared, disappointed, and emotionally bruised, I had to explain why people like me felt like I did. I had to be the adult, take the slander, and share about why people like me who didn't agree, people who feared for their rights as a human, were angry and sad and upset.

To be fair, I grew up on the other side. I grew up listening to my dad rage against the "flaming liberals" and the "fema-nat-zees," listening to Rush Limbaugh, and conservative talk radio. And as I grew up, the information I was fed was consistent. I was surrounded by people of like minds, and it was very easy to agree. No one challenged me. No one asked me WHY I thought what I did. No one pointed out my racism, my hurtful words, or my prejudice.

I got married young to a man who enjoyed telling me how to think and what to believe. And perhaps that's when I started feeling the cracks in my belief system. I started having my own thoughts, secretly, of course. I started struggling with the things that didn't add up.

It's so easy to pick someone's motives if you don't know that person. It's so easy to "other" them if they don't fit into your tiny understanding of the world. But God has a sense of humor. He gave me a double dose of empathy and compassion. I started meeting people, and they didn't fit into my categories. I started meeting people who I couldn't make sense of. I started meeting people who I had been taught to hate. But I didn't hate them. They were just people who hoped, and loved, and lived just like me. In fact, I started seeing they were all just like me.

And then, I became the "other." With my divorce, 90% of the people I had called friends, left me. My church, who had been like a family to me, left me. I was the sinner. I was the outcast. And because I was a victim of abuse, I had been talked out of asking for child support, even though he made over three times what I did. Now, I was also the woman standing in line at the grocery store, using my EBT "food stamps." I was a "leech on society," as my dad would say.

Remember how I said God has a great sense of humor? Well, guess who were the ones to come around me and support me and love me and lift me up? That's right. It was the people who I used to "other." It was the single mom's, the LGBTQ, the "flaming liberals," the atheists, the women of color...

For the first time in my life, there was no judgment, just kindness. There were no impossible standards, no mistreatment for being different, no more expectations to conform. There was freedom.

I have since come to a place where all those things my dad used to insult people with are now true of me. And this past week, as my friend was talking about the "woke morons," I gently told her that I'm one of those.

The truth is, we're all just people. We all want safety and well-being for ourselves and our families. A lot of us want that for our communities, and some even want it for the world. Most of the people I've met on both sides are generally good-hearted people. We all have been taught to say hurtful things, to believe hurtful things, and sometimes to even do hurtful things to "others." But I believe that for most people, these are learned behaviors.

My dad used to quote the Bible and say, "believing that there's good in people is a lie. Everyone is evil if they're not a Christian." These days, I believe God made humans in his own image. And having kindness and love are the traits that everyone has inherited from him. These are the things I have seen in others. And so I continue to believe that everyone has the ability for great kindness, and if we all exercised that kindness more readily, this world will not be such a scary place for any of us. Even if we don't all agree on the politics.

[barcalover86]

Can u do a pedri angst where him and reader finally make it official after months of him chasing after her but the next day the paparazzi find him getting cozy with a girl qnd its all over the media and she feels embarrassed but he doesnt think its a big deal so they get into a fight but make up in the end

Breaking News- Pedri Gonzalez

S, f, a

I saw that you also asked someone else and they did it, but I am gonna still answer you, so I hope you will like this as well. Enjoy!

So here is Pedri's version:

Pedri fell in love with you months ago, and he knew that he wasn't your type. His schedule was always busy, and he didn't have time to be in a relationship, and you wanted something serious. That hurt him a lot, but he didn't want to give up on you. For weeks, he did everything to show you that he loves you and that he wants something serious, too.

After a lot of work, you agreed to be his girlfriend and it was the best decision. He was a sweetheart, always made time to be with you. You would go to his games to support him and he would always be there when you needed.

People knew that you were together, but it was not a secret, but a private kind of relationship. He tried to keep you away from all the social media, knowing how they could destroy couples. He tried so hard to be yours, and he didn't want to lose you.

Now, Pedri was coming home after a hard day. It was really late and he was tired, especially that people were all over him. He barely could drive, so he decided to open the window and to sign some things and make some photos for the fans.

He stayed there a lot, and right when he wanted to leave to come home to see you, a girl shouted his name to make a video of her. Pedri sweared in his mind before smiling at her phone. When he thought that she was done, the girl went over and kissed his cheek. People started to scream in surprise. Everyone was with cameras, and Pedri felt so bad.

He couldn't say much thing, especially to shout at her, knowing that this was going to be on all super media. He only said that what she did was rude and his face was really angry.

He left the place and went home to see you on the couch, waiting for him, sleepy.

He smiled at you and kissed you. The kiss started to become more hard and after some time you were both naked on the couch.

"If you are too tired we can-"

"No, no, please" Pedri interrupted you. "I really want it"

You smiled at his words and then continued what you were doing.

Next morning, you woke up in his bed, naked. The blanket being the only thing that was covering you.

Pedri was already awake, and you went to sit on his lap while he was playing with your hair. He put the blanket over your shoulders and kissed your neck slowly. The night you two had was magic. He made sure to make you feel good, and today, being his off day, made it even more perfect. You could be all day together and that made you both happy.

After he told you that he's going to take a quick shower, you went through your phone to see if are some news.

You were on ig and saw a lot of videos and photos of Pedri and some girl the night before. You knew it meant nothing, but the way he acted made you sad.

She was way prettier than you and you were afraid that he enjoyed her kiss.

When he came back from his shower and saw your uncomfortable face, he asked you what happened.

"Nothing"

"C'mon, Y/n, please tell me!"

"I said nothing, Pedri!"

He stayed silent for some seconds before speaking again.

"Did I do something wrong..?"

"Oh, really? I don't know, did you?"

"That's why I asked you!"

He was getting on your nerves now.

"I-" he tried to speak after you showed him the videos.

"I'm not mad"

He seemed to calm down at your words a bit.

"No?"

"I..I'm just...sad? Disappointed? Embarrassed?"

"Why!? Y/n, look, I'm really sorry, but I don't think it's a big deal..?"

You were shocked by his words. Not a big deal?

"Ok" you replied simply before dressing up and wanting to leave the house.

"Where are you going?!"

"Not a big deal, Pedro."

"No, no, don't go. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, please stop. Let's talk about it, please."

"What is it to talk? You already made a conclusion. Exactly as you said 'not a big deal', right?"

"Y/n-"

"I don't want to hear it."

"Please, don't leave me. Let me at least explain!"

"What to explain, Pedro, if for you it's not a big deal!?"

"I'm sorry I said that! It was so stupid, but I promise to you that I only said it to not talk about it because I felt horrible when it happened!"

"Oh, and you decided to not tell me, but sleep with me! How mature, Pedro!"

"No, no, please-!"

"Please, what?"

"Let me explain what exactly happened"

"Go on, then. Make it quick."

He explained everything that happened. Ehy he didn't want to make a scandal and just left without going into a fight. How he didn't want it to affect your relationship and how he is really sorry.

You also explained that you weren't angry with him or mad. You just felt insecure and embarrassed that he chose you out of everyone.

"For me, you're perfect, and I only love you, amorcito. Trust me, you have all my attention"

You smiled at his words and kissed him. That day, he did exactly what you told him, in a way to be forgiven. You were laughing at his silliness, but were so happy that you were spending time with him.

All day, he made sure to tell you how pretty you are and how important you are for him. He also promised that if something like that is going to happen again, he would make clear again that he has a girl home that he truly loves.

Masterlist

[another-whump-sideblog]

Fixing Tracy -- Domesticity 

TWs in the tags

Masterlist

"Do you have a job?" Tracy asks as she helps Molly put away groceries. It's starting to strike Tracy as odd that Molly can afford all this and also spend the majority of her time with Tracy. Molly’s talked about past jobs, but never anything current.

“Not right now. Don’t worry, you’re not keeping me away from work or anything. This is where I want to be.”

“So how do you… afford all this?” 

“My parents were very wealthy, and I got all of it when they died.”

“Ah. That explains a lot.”

Molly laughs. “I’m not sure how to take that.” 

Hmm… Tracy tries to think of a way to direct the conversation that might give her helpful information. “Are you planning on getting another job any time soon?”

“Probably not. I don’t want to leave you alone all day.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Still, if you got hurt, or needed me for something else, you’d have no way to get help. And I like spending time with you. I would miss you the whole time I was gone.”

That makes sense, logically. No one is forcing Molly to be here, she must be spending time with Tracy because she wants to. Tracy wants to ask what makes her so special, but she chickens out. She gets the feeling that whatever the answer to that question is, she really won’t like it. “Do you… have any friends? At all?”

“Mm… I hope someday you’ll consider me a friend.” She puts the last of the groceries in the pantry. "Do you wanna play Wii Sports Resort? I bet you can get a new high score at wakeboarding."

"Sure." She's really good at the wakeboarding game.

Molly grins and sets up the game. It makes sense that she has no friends, but it’s disappointing all the same. No one is going to come visit her and ask about the heavily locked basement. Tracy isn’t getting outside help.

A thought hits Tracy like a bus. "Am– am I the first person you've kidnapped?"

"Of course!" Molly hands Tracy a Wii remote. "First and last."

A chill runs down Tracy's spine. It's okay, it's fine. Just gathering information. It doesn’t matter why Molly decided to kidnap Tracy, that knowledge won’t help her escape. "Right. Um…”

Thinking of questions is hard. Maybe she should just try to make natural conversation, and see if anything important comes up?

“Do you have a favorite video game?” Tracy asks, partially focused on digital wakeboarding.

“I’m not sure. The only thing I ever play alone is The Sims, so I guess that would be my favorite?”

“That makes a lot of sense. You like taking care of the- hell yeah!” Tracy is momentarily distracted by getting a long string of 100-point tricks.

“Yeah.” Tracy can hear the smile in her voice. “I do really like games where I can take care of people. I’ve had to ban myself from getting any games like that on my phone, I always end up setting alarms in the middle of the night to check on them. Sims don’t have their needs drain when the game is closed the way so many mobile games do.”

Tracy’s turn ends. She didn’t get a new high score, but she got close. “You’d… set alarms in the middle of the night?” 

“They’d be so sad and hungry every morning if I didn’t!”

“They’re… not real.”

“That’s the thing— how do you know? I can’t bear the thought of telling someone that they’re not real if they actually are. Can you imagine, someone coming up to you and telling you you’re not real? That would be awful! I don’t want to risk it. What separates us from programs, really? People a lot smarter than me have theorized we’re all in a simulation. If that’s the case, would it be okay for someone to starve and hurt us because we’re not real? Even deleting those apps felt kind of like killing people. I couldn’t function for weeks afterward… But I’m okay now!” 

“You’re… actually crazy.” That shouldn’t be surprising for a kidnapper, but it somehow is.

“That’s not very nice.” Her tone is lightly scolding. Not angry at all, but definitely the harshest tone she’s used with Tracy so far. “You probably didn’t want to hear about my issues, though. What’s your favorite video game?” As she talks, Molly repeatedly does so badly at the game that it pauses to remind her she needs to land on the water with her board flat.

“I never really played video games before I came here— before you kidnapped me, I mean. I think I need to try a few more before I decide.”

The conversation continues like that until Tracy gets a new high score. Just… pleasant, even if the things Molly says are disturbing sometimes. Tracy’ll have to mentally go through the conversation a few times before bed to make sure she didn’t miss any valuable information. Even if she didn’t, though, building a rapport with Molly is good. That’ll… that’ll definitely benefit her somehow, even if she’s not sure how yet.

“You’re amazing.” Molly looks at Tracy like she’s… Tracy doesn’t even know. Definitely not something human. A beautiful painting, maybe? A sunset? A skyscraper?

“For… being good at Wii Sports Resort wakeboarding?”

“For everything. Everything about you is amazing.”

“…thanks?”

Molly stares at her for a moment longer, then breaks eye contact. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. You barely know me, that probably sounded more like a stalker complimenting you than a friend. I’ll do my best to dial it back.”

“…I appreciate that.”

Molly fidgets with the Wii remote. “I think… I need to spend some time cleaning today. You won’t be able to relax if your living space is filthy! I’ve been putting it off a bit.”

The basement seems plenty clean to Tracy. "Okay."

"I've been keeping the cleaning stuff upstairs, so I'll go grab some stuff and be right back. Is that okay?"

"Yep, go ahead." Tracy feels like she should offer to help, but… she doesn't want to. This isn't her house, she doesn't want to be here and would leave if she could, she has no obligation to do any cleaning.

For the next several hours, Molly takes various cleaning supplies up and down the stairs (always making sure the bag with restraints isn't downstairs while Molly is upstairs) and cleans more or less the entire basement. 

Tracy plays some Minecraft, then starts a book that looks interesting. She's… enjoying herself. Is this the best use of her time? She could talk to Molly more, but did she really learn anything last time? She runs through the conversation in her head repeatedly, but can't find anything useful.

She puts the book back. She needs to think of more questions to ask, more information that might help her, she needs to do something because if she has time to enjoy herself she definitely has time to get something done but there's nothing to get done, she can't do anything she's useless–

"Are you feeling okay, dear?"

"I'm fine. Do you… need help with anything?"

"You're here to rest! I'll handle everything, don't worry. I'm basically done, anyway, I've just got to take the mop back up the stairs."

She's not pathetic enough to beg to help her kidnapper with chores, so she nods and heads to the kitchen. She'll just make lunch for both of them, Molly's okay with her doing that. It's really hard to just wait for helpful information instead of actively working towards escape, but… she can do hard things. It's not Tracy's fault that she's useless right now, anyway, it's Molly's, so there's not much she can do but suck it up and enjoy herself until Molly lets something slip.

Tag list: @whumpyourdamnpears

[usagikelinci]

Pick a Pile: Sad day messages

pile one — pile two — pile three

🕯️my pile always found its people🕯️

take a deep breath, and ask your intuition to guide you. if it doesn't resonate, feel free to choose other pile or maybe my reading aren't for you.

any tips would be appreciated to help me pay my college. here. but only if you want to (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Pile One

It seems like you just experienced a heartbreak. Not always a romantical things, but it could be something that makes you sad and disappointed, or feel betrayed. Some of you may feel trapped of something that you feel like it's hard to find a way out. You may feel angry towards things that makes you feel helpless. What i wanted to say here is, it's okay to feel the feels that coming into your life. You have to feel and accept it, before getting out from that pain. Once you're ready, you always know how to get back to reality and be more collected. You always know how, my dear. Don't fear doubt, do it whenever you feel ready. Of course it wouldn't be easy, i know. It takes patient to be fully recovered. But don't worry, i am sure that you could get through over this. I know you could. I sense an epic comeback.

heartbreak. earth energy. resentment. impatience. freedom. way out. doubt. liberation.

thank you for reading. i hope the best for you <3

Pile Two

It seems like you have to deal with some kind of insecurities, this could be in any form. Some of you could be insecure about your appearance, or something in your life you feel kind of shame for having it. I sense an anger and a question like, "Why my life is like this?!". Some of you are throwing your anger to someone else, or even yourself. What i wanted to say is, even though it hurts, you have to face it. You have to face your fears and insecurities. I know it's hard to do, but all you need is to take a baby step of start to look back at the things and accept it. Look at the things that makes you insecure. Don't look back, don't looking away, my dear. Look with compassion. Gain more clarity and start working on it. I know you'll learn something valuable from this.

emotion. insecurities. fears. anger. impatience. arguments. sadness. facing it. insights.

I'm sorry if i say something wrong. Thank you for reading! I hope the best for you <3

Pile Three

You are a hard worker, i see. I feel that you already doing this and that, doing a lot of things, maybe staying all night, work hard, but you didn't see the results yet. You have a big motivation to doing things, to reach something. And i feel some of you are trying to be noticed by others, maybe your bosses, your colleagues, or else. A great willpower and ambition, i see. But i feel that you started to lose motivation, started to give up, because everything seems like didn't work for you. Who says that, my dear? I see in the end of the day, all your hard work will pay off. You'll get noticed or even better. Big rewards and abundance are coming your way. So, don't be sad and don't give up, please. It's okay to take rest if you feel tired, don't overworked, okay? I know you'll made it, my dear. Trust yourself, find faith again, and please remember to focus only on what you can control.

hardwork. movement. attempting to be noticed. rewards. abundance.

Your cards are really good! Don't give up, my dear. I hope the best for you <3

[ijustwantogethigh]

Interview With the Cannibal

Interview with the Cannibal.IWTC.

chapter one: Survive to live and love to kill.

my eyes hurt so bad

i cannot hide my cannibalism

this took me fucking 3 days and i wouldn't say i'am proud but work it's work! and yeah, maybe has a chapter 2..or more idk i hope you like it bc i fucking love it,, sunseeker btw, i love them

cannibalism, reg is the cannibal, walburga being a boy mom, therapist!remus and james, kind of neglective black family¿, sirius has a traumaa, well, we knew that duh. uh ah..peter is a straight guy yayy!

A crime was committed, someone was eaten and a hungry was saciaded, the black family,all conservative and very closed minded had a variety of persons, homosexuals, heterosexuals, feminists, misogyny man, racist and classist and indeed were like that, but never a killer never a psycho, never a cannibal.

 The day of the murder was a fight in a room, a very, desolate room, ‘’Why would I want you?!, I didn’t WANT to, you make me!’’ a woman shouted, at the top of her lungs, when a men, was manhandling her by her wrists ‘’Camila, you cannot be doing this! you were the one who wanted this!Now I am the one who needs to be saying why I would want you?!, understand he is my brother! he wouldn’t love you back knowing you betray him!’’ the man,hopelessly cried, handing her hips, making her look at him in the eyes, she began to cry when he told her ‘’if you aren’t mine… you wouldn’t be for anyone then’’ and he throw her on the floor of the room, and go out, but lock it, she desperately try to find a open window, after 12 minutes he comes back, but with a dagger, he made her fall, when she was on the floor he cutted her throat,, but with a missmovement he cutted part of his palm, but it didn’t matter.

 All the floor was described as a beautifully carmin path, he cutted her head, and putted aside, like it was nothing, he nuded the woman's body and start cutting it, ‘’ oh,, haha, mon cherie, do not look at me like that’’ he muttered under his husky breath ’’you didn’t want to be shut’’ he say to the now, unlived blonde head. ‘’I must say, that happens with the cheaters, '’  says in the air.

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Sirius was worried, it’s been at least a week since he doesn’t sees his Girlfriend, Camila Riverwood such a smart and pretty girl, she has been disappeared a week, her parents thought he stole from her home, but when he say ‘’no, she isn’t here with us, i’ve been trying to call her but she doesn't answers!’’ The police were a lot late to search for her in the very weird places she assisted the past week. Even if Sirius was the first suspect, how hypocritical you need to be to kill her and cry for her…?

He couldn't keep depressed, so his mom made him visit a therapist, Remus Lupin, in mom words, ‘’you gonna be okay sweetie, just go, if you are okay, we are more than okay, what a liar.

and when the case as going to be achieved, surprisingly, in the same week, a trash bag, with burned human parts was founded far away from the town they were living, along with semi burned clothes and hair, they made a DNA test, from the some decomposed rest of the body, it was Camila Riverwood, but they funded extra DNA material under her poorly cutted hand with 3 fingers, one what, had a promise ring, and it was Regulus Black DNA. 

Everything proceeded too slowly to Sirius, his girlfriend was dead, his brother was going to jail, his mother now was angry and sad, and his Dad was just disappointed, but not about Regulus, about him ‘’why wouldn’t you just forgive him!?, you are selfish!’’ and he sobbed one more time ‘’mom, he killed my fiance!, HE LITERALLY ATE MY GIRL, MOM WHY I WOULD DO SUCH A THING,THINK GOD DAMN’’ his voice sounded like a sick old dog barking, he yelled so grossed out,his brother was a cannibal, such abnormal thing, he shouldn’t be alive he thinked.

after that night, he moved out with Remus,a very tall guy with curl hair, they connected more like friend than patient and therapist, and taking therapy at home, but he break when he heard regulus sentence ‘’he’s having fucking seven years of jail, what the…no no no…’’ Remus faster as possible make him feel safe, just like when dog hear *cohetes* well, it’s not like he didn’t get over about the fact that her dead girlfriend was murdered, no, it as because the **negligence and now, the little sentence for that sick fucker.

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Three years had pass, since that incident,and people like Remus and now James, his Boyfriend friend, now his best friend, tall and tanned and a very energetic guy, with a very, very happy but fearful contagious Aura, and yeah peter, his half brother a chubby little guy obsessed with disney movies.

until now.

Regulus Arcturus Black was out, for good behave in jail, that make sirius not sad, but make him go feral, ‘’you don't understand he a killer, a literal sick minded bitch and they ugh!’’he pulled his hair making it messy, james was more than confused, even scared how sirius was reacting, over something he didn’t now ‘’sorry padfoot, what are you talking about?’’, that name, was too familiar to him, he has heard that exact same pronunciation in somewhere else, he turned around and then to Remus again and then to James again ‘’my brother is a cannibal James, he killed my ex girlfriend and ate her’’ he say it, in such a calm way that make James had goosebumps ‘’I didn’t expect that amount of information…’’ he only let a sigh out and sit ‘’take this, it’s good for the nerves’’ Remus say, giving him a piece of chocolate.

At noon, Remus was on the market and, sirius and james were alone, and James talked first ‘’so, i didn’t want to go further because i know how moony get when he sees you sad but, what your brother name?’’ he said out loud,he looked like he knew that name from another part. so sirius who was on his phone could hear him ‘’Regulus Arcturus Black, i knew he was out of his mind when he say he hated dogs’’ James laughed of the joke and with his always nervousness ‘’do you mind if i make him a literal episode on my true crime podcast?’’ the long-haired man looked at him ‘’you have a podcast?, that’s cool, why you didn’t told m-’’ ‘’sirius please, i need a yes or a no, and you can be there to explain way further if you want to’’ he tried to, but sirius sometimes was to childish ‘’you know something? me and reg use to be very very stick together until that happend, he was 17, and i was 18…do it, i want that fucker fell ashamed about he did’’ and James smiled, and runned to hug him and he new, James will be forever more brother than regulus could have been all his life.

It was a late, fresh summer night when James started investigating the case,it’s been a month since the conversation had happened and James needed to start now. and well in his words, there wasn’t a lot of information about him, or what he did , and that drove him crazy, so he needed sirius for that part, and he called him ‘’hey siri, how are you? yeah i'm calling, what exactly..happened that night?’’the other man greeted the same way, until he heard the question ‘’are you being serious about this?, i thought you didn’t care…’’ ‘’well I always care, but there's no information about your brother, and what happens,or everything is in french, and they do not show pictures of him’’ he say scrolling with his mouse ‘’James, remember he was a minor when he did what he did, i’ll pass you one, i think i have a selfie with him…i..i didn’t erase the photos with him i didn’t have the energy to look at him ‘’ about 2 hours passed, while both were on the phone making the script that james would base to reveal the case. until they hang the phone, james look at his messages to took the photo and look at them, sirius and regulus were hugging each other smiling to the camera, sirius hair was straight and regulus wasn’t, both looked happy, and he looked at the text ‘’this was a month before the incident he say if anything happens to you, i would kill for you, brother , i guess he did..’’ that make james feel nauseous and he stopped his screen time to make his eyes rest.

The weekend as arrived to james place and that was the day he should be filming the podcast, when he first gave a spoiler in his blogg everyone was utterly conffused who was Regulus Acturus Black and why IT WAS HE so important?, he did it, now everyone was talking about him the video go international, and some sick fuckers did what they like to do better, romantizice him, and now he was on Sirius and Remus departament, watching it ‘’i haven’t see him since that, i bet he looks like utterly shit’’ sirius say looking at his brother photo. ‘’he was 17 what when he did that, around 2 and 4 am, camila riverwood was killed and mutiladed by him, he grab everyting in a carpet and transladed it on his mother car, to his house in france, he called his friends, Pandora lovegood and Barty crouch jr, to help him cook, yeah, cook the body, obviously, both of them are now under contidional liberty, and regulus proceeded to eat him among 5 or 6 days until, someone noticed that someone was missing’’ in the television was heard, obviously sirius had a grosssed out expression for the details of her death, ‘’what does the comments says jamie?’’ ‘’uh.. they say: he is so handsome, being a cannibal does even better, oh other one says maybe they give him that sentence because he was too young and his ethereal beauty, what the heck are they thinking?’’ Sirius bit his lip, making a disappointed expression ‘’at least they find him cute, the next jefrey damher’’ and the day ended, eating apple pie and watching the news ‘’and in some other news, who could believe it! the passed week a young man called james fleamont potter published this video, relating a murder case about regulus black, the young cannibal, now the episode had more than 3 million views and has been go international,in here some pictures of the criminal, a very strange case, well, no one remember this guy, even if the case was relevant on the year  in another topic, his sentence! 7 years but he is now free for good behave, in jail, going with lisa telling us the weather!’’ everyone was shocked, more James than everyone but a notification make sirius scream in horror ‘’hey siri, it’s me,cousin Narcissa, can we talk?’’ ‘’Hell no’’ he said, turning off his phone.

‘’What you mean ‘’hell no’’ answer, narcissa is such a good woman, she hadn’t nothing to do with reg and your mother ‘’ remus tried to make him talk to narcissa, his cousin, that when she got married she move out and ended any type of connection with the black family. ‘’well she- give me that-’’ he grabbed his phone from his partner's hands and turned his phone on ‘’what should i tell her?, it’s been literal decades…’’ ‘’well, tell her what she wants to talk about, i think it’s very obviou-’’ ‘’shus, don’t make me look dumb james’’ remus just could look about it ‘’okay…umm what if hello cissa, how do you been? what do you want to talk about..?’’ ‘’yeah, very convincing!’’ james cheered him up, and that's what he send her, they texted along 2 or 3 hours, about everything and how they would love to see, or at least with very selected family members, and he sigh when she stopped answering ‘’what did she told you’’ ‘’she, she wanted to get dinner but i denied, my mother was going to be there and…she a homophobe, i don't want her to disrespect you’’ ‘’ahh, good i don't like to fight nannies’’ both laughed of the comment, those days were the best without people they didn’t like.

But for regulus wasn’t the same, after he get out of jail, he was refunded in a psychological clinic for people of his…type were his mother always visit him to yell at him and in sometimes, talk decently with him, in his visits as always sitted, on a very uncomfortable chair,in a tiny cabin, with a slightly light coming from the hal, with a force shirt, tied to the chair, and with a clear mask with little holes in the mouth zone to talk, and that time was one of those times but it was certainly, different ‘’hello mom’’ ‘’how you been reggie?’’ He said it with his lowest tone, almost intendeble like a direct message to his mother that he was tired of seeing pure white, but she spoke like she was seeing pure gold, even if his son, his own blood was practically dying there ‘’why are you so happy? did you divorced?’’ ‘’oh no, why would i do that?, and you are practically out now! you are gonna live with us baby!’’ she let out like it as nothing, the eyes of the boy open significantly ‘’what…I.. I mean yeah! i’am so excited mom!’’ now, he was incredibly happy, he laughed so hard like he didn’t since he was free ‘’since when? i mean, i am very excited, i really mean it’’ ‘’since tomorrow love, so, yeah, pack your things, or whatever you have’ she say , getting up from her seat’, walking to the exit door ‘see you soon’’ she say, walking out the room, letting him alone while the nurses help him to get up, and feeling excited, he pretended wanting to bite one of the nurses, he laughed when she flicked and get nervous..

The day begin’ with a really happy regulus, he ate properly, he took a long bath and make himself look decent for his mother, now she was driving to the black house ‘’wow, everything looks so colorful, it’s making my eyes hurt’’ walburga laughed of it ‘’put these on, haven’t you go out in your sun hours?’’ ‘’no, the bitch of umbridge denied me all my sun hours, that’s why i look so pale’’ he put the sunglasses on, looking like a drug dealer ‘’i would make you go out, and take vitamins, sun is very important, it makes everyone being happy, a life without the sun is so depressing ‘’ ‘’and..umm what kind of food they gave you..?’’ he needed to be prepared if he was going to have more friends to answer all those uncomfortable questions ‘’bread, umm salad and sometimes fruit’’ ‘’so, no meat? because umm, i should have ask you if you have a diet ‘’ ‘’why? mom let put something clear that i ate a human doesn’t make me a litteral cannibal’’ he was getting defensive‘’no no no, i understant but i ask because i don’t know what to do with all that whores i make fucking steak’’ she says, stopping in front of their house ‘’what? you…’’ ‘’I'm sorry Reggie, I guess that will be Nagini's food, I need you to tell me what you want to eat so I'll tell kreacher what food to give you for dinner’’ she will always be down for her son. 

Regulus was in shock, so his mother killed people to feed him, he yelled in the glory ‘’no mom, i…i want to eat right now, tell kreacher to put potatoes and Red Wine on in to marinate it and some carrots mm! w-with butter!’’ he feeled non culpable of what he was saying, he folded like a starved dog seeing ribs, or smelling fresh bunny blood, it was literal heaven ‘’oh i let him know’’ she say with a smile, he remembered when he kill camila, he feleed so hungry from nowhere, but he didn’t want caviar, he didn’t want ordinary meat, he wanted to eat her heart, and that in fact, his mother pay to every nottery to not make the case public, so that how he lived 6 months free, until sirius snitch, he missed sirius, but camila was way more delicious than him. he was in his room, seeing that everything was like before, his books, his bed, even the painted mirror with some constellations painted on it, almost magical.

Sirius wake up having a nightmare, he was in his house in france, remus and james where there, sitten in those fucking elegant chairs that his mom use to put in the garden to her tea parties, and yeah they were having a tea party until he saw him, he was like him, even to say he looked younger but his red-violet eyeshadow, with his pale skin,but the horror was he was blood stained, he have it on his clothes, mouth and face‘’siri, i missed you so much, where you been, i needed you!’’ and now he was awake, he reach his phone to see the hour, but there was a message from cissa ‘’hey siri, i just wanted to let you know that, you and your friends are invited to my Birthday party! but if you don't want to it great, but i would love to meet remus’’ he didn’t know what to answer, the messages was upload at 10 pm, he didn’t see it, it was 3 am, he was going ro denied when he remember, she hadn’t connection with the other black’s so, should be good, and it was time now ‘’yeah, thank you and we are more than happy to assist’’ he texted back.

The week passed as river water, an the black family was invited to one of her cousin and niece party ‘’oh, Lucius, thanks for the invitation’’ Walburga says, Lucious Malfoy, indimidating yet a gentleman, that married one of her nieces, Narcissa black, a very sweet lady. ‘’it’s always a pleasure having you as a guest madame black , and are you inviting lord black?’’ he speaked trough his deep voice, wanting to know if the rumors were real ‘’oh no, my husband is in a businnes trip in Ireland, i’am bringing regulus, my second son, you remember him?’’ her smile in her face mas horririficly beautifull, she really expressed her exitement trough her smile ‘’oh, regg! how could i forget about him, he was so little when i see him last time, is he home?’’ ‘’oh yes! you want to come in and see him?, he must be in the living room reading’’ ‘’it be a plasure madame’’ she walked aside to let the blonde man to come in, she guide him trough the living room but he wasn’t there, and in the kitchen dinner room, no sing of him, until they find him reading and drinking tea in the garden ‘’wow, it’s been a long time, he has grown faster like fire and gasoline!’’ he say, like he wasn’t see a boy of regulus age before, he was 20 and the blonde man must been in his 28 or 29 ‘’regg, i present you lucius malfoy, cissa’s husband’’ she say, making regulus stand up ‘’ she marry? she must be getting crazy then..’’ he murmured in french so him wouldn’t understant ‘’what did he say?’’ ‘’that he is happy of you, that she needs a man to handle her attitude'’ the word get out, almost immediately of his mother mouth ‘’thank you regg, well i need to go know, there's more invitations to needs to be personally delivered’’

‘’see you soon mr, malfoy’’ he wave bye with his hand, and ruining his lilis, he crossed the garden to reach his car ‘’he stepped on my lavender!’’ ‘’and i save you from getting his family hate, he invited us to Narcissa’s birthday party, so we are going, behave’’ ‘’i think you are missing something, i'm not a dog to ‘’behave’’  ‘’yeah you are right you are a Animal, an you bite. ‘’ and with those words, she start making calls so, she can gets a really good dress.

He feeled uncomfortable wearing a smoking at that time, he could feel the shirt touching his neck, back and chest, his jacket made him feel sophocaded and those pant, ugh those fucking pants made him think he looked like a damn pencil ‘’ i feel stupid…i dont want to go’’ ‘’well, you are going, i need yo to meet tonks, she is you niece and, yeah andromeda and cissa haven’t see you in a long time, i need everyone to see you’’ ‘’i think everyone hated dromeda’’ ‘’well, we do but it’s Narcissa decition if she invites that kind of people’’ ‘’we hate or you hate’’ he spitted alarging to o to sound more defensive‘’if you do not shut up i’am fucking letting cerberus and thanatos eat you’’ cerberus and thanatos, two beautifull dobermans that his mom adopted because she nedeed to feel ‘’secured’’ ‘’they’re like you, they eat people’’ ‘’mom’’ ‘’regulus’’ she smiled when she stoped brushing regulus hair to make him look decent, the tematic was elegant, from the 40’s, and his mom was brings 2 fucking letal dogs to a birthday party were theres anoying kids, and they think he is the dangers because he eats womans, what a joke.

Sirius, James and Remus were in his way to the party. At her cousin's husband's house,Peter didn’t want to go, he prefered to stay at home with his girlfriend watching Disney movies. The party must be important, because they were remembering the family tree. ‘’so she is your cousin, along andromeda and bellatrix’’ yeah, they’re sisters’’ ‘’but they hate andromeda’’ ‘’yeah because she married a older and poor man’’ ‘’hypothetical situation, you have a extra sister, i marry her, i’am a bad o a good guy?’’ james say at the back seat, sirius moved himself so he car look james and start hitting him and throwing his hands to him ‘’first, i wouldn’t let you not even talk to her!’’ ‘’i say, hypothetical situation, she doesn’t even exists!’’ he say,moving so sirius wouldn’t ruin his hair ‘’you now he always gets mad with the hypothetical questioning!’’ ‘’it as a joke!’’ sirius get back on hi seat, he fixed is hair on the mirror and say ‘’you are that bad that, even dromeda husband would fucking hate you’’ ‘love, that’s mean’’ remus say, trying to get his attitude down ‘’sorry mon amour, but it’s true’’ 

They were in, the house was big and the attention was marvelous, he feeled so spoiled again, there was no sign og sirius and his friends. Walburga was happy about it, and just in time when he was going to drink from a glass of wine ‘hey! what you think you are doing,’’ ‘’mom i’am 20, i can drink’’ ‘’you live with me, i say if you drink or no, go sit in the couch, talk to someone’’ and like that he was sitting seeing another young kids running on dresses and smokings, playing and some adults dancing and drinking while he was drinking apple juice, he talked to narcissa, she almost cry when he saw him, and andromeda too, he played with tonks and again to the couch, he as naive until he hears narcissa introducing someone to his husband ‘’lucius, darling he is sirius, regulus brother and walburgas first son’’ sirius had a uncomfortable expression being introduced like that, then remus his actual boyfriend and..james potter..? he get stiff a little until he remembered that familiar face, yeah! he was Dr.potter son, he saw him a lot during his **practiques, roaming the apartment or seccion where he was, bingo.

but he didn’t expect the having eye contact with sirius, it was proonged, mostly 15 seconds until he grabe the tall dude arms and make him a sign. he obviously cutted the contact, sirius was getting a panic attack, he feel like fainting ‘’we are so sorry narcissa, but i need sirius to calm down,’’ ‘’fuck, it’s okay want me to bring some water i-’’ ‘’no it’s completly okay’’ ‘’i’am going with you guys,’’ ‘’no, i need im to be alone, we are coming for you at’’ he saw his wrist clock ‘’in a hour, talk to a girl, i don’t know!’’ and remus, helping sirius to breath they start walking, they see a park, not to far from here,  they were going there, must be, but why he got so..damn, and jmes saw him, he was comfortable sitting in a carmin velvet couch, with a little juice box seeing everyone, and he straingtly walk towards him, he sitted by his side ‘’hey, you must be sirius brother a plasure, james potter’’ he stend his hand, making him salut him, and he did, ‘’yeah, i saw you with him recently, regulus black’’ and now, both were having the most uncomfortable trade of words that never have seen before ‘’you know he is terrifiend of you right’’ ‘’it’s not something that i enjoy young potter’’ ‘’how old are you? i’am 24, just call me by my name, james’’ he let his lips closed and he beggined again ‘’i know what you are’’ ‘’he doens’t like me but it’s not mutual’’ ‘’do you enjoy it?’’ ‘’excuse me? who you are to being this disrespecfull’’ he say in defensive, he didn’t like this guy like the other. ‘’i’am a doctor, and i study the psicological state of a cannibal, and i wanted to make you a interview’’ he didn’t feel like trusting this man, he looked all messy and clumsy, like he was a scamer or something ‘’what i won from this?’’ ‘’money, thats simple’’ ‘’lets talk about the details in the garden’’ well, for this not being his house he feeled like knowing it it like his palm, he standded up, and started walking, wainting for the Deer guy to folllow him.

Now, both were in the garden, talking about where and when they would meet to make the interview, sitting on the board of a big that looks like Eros statue ‘’can i have your number? in case something happens and yeah,’’ ‘’of course’’ before exchanging numbers they were still talking about other stuff.

Sirius was now calmed, and yeah he repeated himself that now tha regulus is out, he would see him sometimes, he needed to get over it, he called james but he didn’t answer, he was getting anxious again ‘’hey cissa, we are now going, i'm so sorry’’ ‘’no no, it's completely okay, i understant’’ she say with a big smile ‘’but next time tell your hubby to no be a metiche’’ ‘’a what?’’ ‘’a metiche, is like gossip, james teach me that’’ ‘’is he spanish?’’ ‘’no he is mexican, and talking about him i haven’t seen him’’ she couldn’t tell him that he and his brother were nowhere to be found in the party, ‘’umm, haven’t you called him? call him againg’’ and he did it, but this time he answered ‘’where the fuck are you at?!’’ ‘’u-umm what? are you here now?’’ The music was too loud to hear something ‘’we are leaving, now, where are you, whe are coming to get you’’ ‘’no no, i’ll go, stay there i'm coming’’ he sounded nervous, like he always sounded when he did a bad thing.

‘’I need to go now regg, you brother is waiting for me’’ ‘’it’s okay, go i’ll see you again right?’’ ‘’Of course’’ and both said bye with his hands, and on the way to the exit he heard his phone ring. It wasn’t a call from Sirius, it was a deer emoji, and he responded back with a bat one.

‘’where were you? kissing one o my cousins? what a whore’’ he wanted to say, ´´ not much better, being friends with your mentally ill brother´ ' '’i did not! I was talking all the time talking with one of your cousins, or i don't know’’ Sirius just huffed and they made their way home.

late in the night, he was staying with remus and sirius, he agended regulus name with the bat emoji and text him ‘’so, how was the party’’ to be answered with a ‘’very bored, i'm not drunk and..you weren’t there so, very bored’’ ‘’good night reggie, it's now 12:00 but i know vampires like you do not sleep’’ ‘’you wish deer ‘’.and with that, he only hoped that they would see again.

[yikesharringrove]

He doesn’t know why, but he’s laying down.

It’s the first thing he realizes. A stupid thing to notice, but just one minute ago, he was standing behind the counter at Family Video, and now he’s laying down.

His eyes are heavy, and it feels like it takes a huge amount of effort just to open them.

He’s in a fucking hospital.

He knows from the stupid white color of the stupid drop ceiling tiles. From the stupid annoying beeping of the stupid heart monitor. From the stupid scratchy gown he’s wearing instead of his sweater.

He heard a muttered curse next to him, and slowly lolled his head over to look.

Hopper was sitting next to his bed, his hat balanced on his knee, looking grumpily at the crossword printed on the back of The Hawkins Post. Steve wanted to laugh at the image, the chief of police swearing as he scribbled out something.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know that? Nobody knows what the fuck that is.”

“Blame Nancy,” Steve croaked. His head throbbed and he closed his eyes again. “She convinced them to add that. Said sales would go up.”

There was a rustling of paper.

“Smart girl,” Hopper said. He paused for a moment, and Steve felt like he needed someone to come and crowbar his eyes open or they would stay closed forever.

“You collapsed. Scared the shit out of your girlfriend, and everyone else at the video store.”

“Not my girlfriend,” Steve mumbled.

So that makes sense, why he was at work one second, and in a lousy bed at Hawkins General the next.

“You didn’t hit your head. Hargrove caught you before you went all the way down.”

Jesus, Billy’s reflexes really are something else. Steve’s gonna need to thank him for that. The last fucking thing he needs is another concussion. Maybe, to show his gratitude, he’ll suck Billy’s-

“I’m here because we need to talk about what the doctors found in your system.”

Steve’s mind went blank, and his eyes flew open.

Hopper was looking at him, his face an unfamiliar mix of sad, and angry, and fucking, disappointed.

Steve felt like he could vomit.

“They ran your blood. Routine E.R. shit, I’m told. But they found some, some substances that shouldn’t be there.”

Steve swallowed down the lump in his throat.

He knew the guilt was written all over his face.

“How long?”

“Since the summer.” He couldn’t look at Hop in the face. Not while he admitted this shit.

He was fucking stupid to think he wouldn’t be caught.

It’s a miracle Robin hasn’t walked in on him doing bumps in the bathroom at work, or Billy hasn’t found his stash tucked between the mattress and the box spring.

Hopper sighed.

“I know we all went through a lot last summer. With your friend getting trapped in the Upside Down, and you getting captured-”

“Tortured. I got tortured.”

Hopper sighed again.

“Getting coked up isn’t going to help anything.”

“What is this? Fucking Family Ties?”

He felt Hopper’s glare more than he actually saw it.

“It’s stupid-”

“You just don’t get it! Okay?” He really didn’t mean to yell, his head just fucking hurts and he’s so fucking stupid.

“Oh yeah,” Hopper snarked. “I fucking forgot. You’re the only person in the goddamn world that’s ever dealt with fucking drug addiction. So sorry.”

“I’m not addicted!” Lie.

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

Steve glared at Hopper.

“So, what? You’re here to arrest me?”

“No. I’m here to talk some fucking sense into you.” He shifted in his chair, the newspaper slid off his lap and fell on the floor. “You’re around those kids all the time. You fucking drive them around. You have been endangering their lives for months. And why? Because you can’t handle the trauma? We all have trauma. You think your friend Hargrove is totally fine after being stuck in that place? After realizing some fucked up doppelgänger was killing people? You think your girlfriend is totally fine after being tortured by the Russians too?”

“I don’t do it when I have to drive the kids, Hop I swear.” That, was the truth. “Okay, the other stuff, I get your point, but I need you to know, I wouldn’t hurt the kids like that, I-” the heart monitor was speeding up, getting louder in Steve’s panic. “You have to believe me, I’ve never driven them high.”

“Okay, okay. I believe you.” Hopper sighed again. “Just, why?”

Steve gulped.

“The Russians, they drugged us. They said it would make us tell them the truth. And I don’t know what it was, but fuck. It felt good. I couldn’t feel the pain, and I wasn’t scared, and I just. I didn’t know how to stop being scared.”

It was embarrassing.

Admitting that he’s been scared shitless ever since that first demogorgon dropped through the Byers’ ceiling.

Admitting he’s been doing lines of coke to keep himself from spiraling into inconsolable panic.

“I did some at a party, and it was the closest I felt to that feeling.”

Not technically true. He and Billy did some together last August, and it was like the fearlessness washed over Steve in warm waves.

But he can’t throw Billy under the bus like that.

And if Billy ever found out, that one night of drug experimentation between lovers turned into a full-on addiction, he’d never forgive himself.

There was a pause.

“Have you been snorting or shooting?”

“Snorting.”

“Okay,” Hopper stood up, stretching his arms above his head and placing his hat back on. “I’m going to tell your friends what’s going on. Not the kids, just Hargrove and Buckley. Joyce, too. Then, when you get out of here, you and I are going to clean out any stashes you’ve got. And we’re all going to be watching you like a fucking hawk.”

“Wait,” Steve croaked, his heart rate jumping up again, the beeping speeding up. “Don’t tell Billy.” Hopper shot Steve a look that said really? “Let me tell him. He needs to hear it from me.”

Hopper paused, on hand on the doorknob.

“Did he get you hooked? Is he on it too?”

“No! Nothing like that. Please? He’ll be upset unless I tell him.”

Hopper gave him a look that was a little too searching to be comfortable.

“Okay. Okay, kid. I’ll send him in. But he’ll know what’s going on one way or another. Don’t make me tell him that you’ve lied. Don’t think he’d appreciate it.”

He left the room without another word, leaving Steve to stew in his shame.

He’s such an idiot.

Why did he ever think he could get away with this and not one person would notice?

Even if they didn’t know he was regularly doing cocaine, Billy and Robin already knew something was up. They kept asking him if he was okay, coming over for impromptu sleepover parties. It was nice, he loves them both, but it was only a matter of time before the penny dropped.

It’s just embarrassing. That a routine blood test exposed the amount of uppers in his system. Exposed how little he’s dealing.

He rolled over, waiting for Billy to come into the room and blame himself for Steve’s stupidity. He didn’t want that.

Billy didn’t have a drug problem. He thought it’d be fun for them to get a little high and do stuff together. And it was! It was so fun, and they’d talked about doing it again.

Steve can kiss that idea goodbye.

He wouldn’t be surprised if Billy started following him into the bathroom to make sure he wasn’t doing anything he shouldn’t be.

It’s sweet, that his boyfriend cares so much about him that he would, hypothetically at least, do that.

But Billy’s got enough on his plate, and if Steve knows anything about him, it’s that he blames himself for shit just as much as Steve does.

He focused on the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Still elevated, his nerves for the coming conversation getting the best of him.

His head was pounding in a way that said it was time for his next fix.

He squeezed his eyes closed, willing away the need thrumming under his skin.

“So, you finally gonna tell me why you’ve been actin’ all squirrelly lately?”

[micheswife]

For The Sake Of Love, Survive

Spoilers below

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Fanfic where Nanami survives after Shibuya because my poor heart needs healing

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Potential triggers

- just a teensy bit of gore because of Mahito

-description of Nanami feeling a lot of pain

-taking medication as a form of coping

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Canon story divergence, sfw, reader is non-sorcerer, set in Shibuya arc

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“Thank you…” you whispered, taking the single red rose.

It was the second time he had offered it to you with pleading eyes. It was quite unlike the blond haired sorcerer to force, request or coerce people to accept his affectionate advances. He had endless formalities, but not with you, not today.

“I have told you everything about me y/n, this is my job and I think I really am going to die.” his words still rang loud in your mind as you walked back home. It had been years since you experienced such levels of anxiety and anger.

“I don’t want you to go, please Nanami, stay back..” you said, letting your tears out. “It’s not fair, I just found you…” this time, you spoke more to yourself than him.

“It hurts me too, I love you more than anything else in the world, but… I can’t let those children fight for themselves out there.”

“Right… so, bye then.” You wiped your tears and stood up to walk out of his apartment, absolutely sure that Nanami would be that one ex who’d stir trouble in all your future relationships, because you just would not move on from him.

“Hey, wait.” Nanami tried to hold you back but you gently removed his grip.

“I have to move on from you, dear. Stop holding me back..”

“I know. I am sorry to have pursued you. I knew I’d die first, I just did not think it’d be so soon. But please, I want to spend my last moments with you.” His words made you feel angry. It was always like this with people. They’d take and take and take from you until you had nothing to give. Somehow, most people that entered your life, including Nanami, would dump their emotions on you.

‘I don’t want to lose you because no one understands me better.’

‘Talking to you feels so liberating and stress-free.’

‘I wish everyone was as good a listener as you.’

‘You are the only person who hasn’t judged me for this.’

And lastly,

‘please, I want to spend my last moments with you.’

His words angered you because he was just like everyone else who expected you to be an emotional crutch but never returned the favor. You wanted to keep the promise you made to yourself, the promise of not giving out gratitude for free, the promise to demand something in return for your relentless emotional labour. But you thought Nanami deserved an exception due to his impending death, so you caved.

“Okay.” That was all you said before you hugged him. Nanami had seen too much of your affection throughout the 9 months you were together, so you figured he deserved to see some of your wrath and disappointment too. Afterall, you wouldn’t see him ever again, and every person deserves to know how their partner really feels.

“I hate you Nanami. I hate you because you are leaving me. You made frequent visits to the same cafe as me, just to see and talk to me after work. You have dealt with so many dangerous situations throughout your career, your justification of ‘I just did not think it’d be so soon’ is ridiculous. You are so damn casual about this whole thing, it’s not normal, even for a sorcerer. As crazy as you claim the people from your area of work are, I can bet none of them would just expect their non-sorcerer partner to be okay with their deaths. Do you even know what you have ruined?” you paused to see if Nanami could answer.

“I ruined your entire lovelife..” he said, sadness evident in his voice.

“Right, whichever man has the misfortune of falling in love with me next will have to put up with my memories of you. I will never be able to forget you like the guys from my past because you actually mean more to me, because you promised me all these things that I never, never dared to consider a part of my life….” your tears broke out again, but you were not finished.

“Why couldn’t you just keep this casual?! I suggested it multiple times. You broke down my walls and now you’re leaving me… so soon.. It’s not good, Nanami, you weren’t kind to me..”

“That’s it, bye. I hope you enjoyed this time together. If, by any chance you come out alive from Shibuya, don’t come back to me, find a sorcerer that’s just as crazy as you.” and you left.

High on anger and adrenaline, you marched through the street paying little heed to the people around you. In that moment of anger, you hated that bastard. However, you began hating yourself as you made your way through the crowd. Was that long speech really necessary? Couldn’t you just be there for that man one last time? You had the thought of running back to him, but you couldn’t figure what you would do once you were near him. You wanted to yell at him again, you wanted to physically hold him back from leaving his apartment, you wanted to give him the best kiss of his life and promise to meet him in the afterlife, you wanted to bawl your eyes out until you fainted. These intrusive thoughts, all together, made you want to go to Shibuya so you could finally meet the same fate as him and end this wretched story for good.

You did none of those things, and just bought some mild sleep medication. Sleeping was your coping mechanism. As you unlocked the door to your apartment, you called your boss and told him you’d need three days of bereavement leave because one of your relatives died. You held the framed picture of you and Nanami from the time you went to the beach together. An old chain made of gold was shining bright around Nanami’s neck. It also had a golden pendant of a deity your family worshipped. You snuggled the picture to your chest as you drifted into a deep sleep after taking the medication. If you worry did not give you nightmares about Nanami's death, then you’d wake up with an empty mind after 10 hours and then you would do everything in your power to avoid any thought related to your boyfriend and the Jujutsu world. You did this after every bad incident you deemed as highly impactful to your life.

Meanwhile, Nanami battled and bled trying to protect those younger than him. It was hard, he had to dodge a gruesome death every second. Nanami feared neither death nor pain, but during that critical situation, he was determined to survive.

He always held the opinion that sacrifices were necessary to achieve a goal, and he’d readily give up his life for the sake of others, especially children. However, in Shibuya, he forced himself to carry the unrealistic expectation to save everyone, including himself. It was something that even a ball of sunshine like Yuuji Itadori would deem as stupid for a jujutsu sorcerer, had Nanami discussed such a thing with him.

Nanami was exhausted and paranoid by the time Dagon was finally defeated by Toji. Immediately after, Toji Zenin, in his murderous daze, disappeared leaving Maki, Naobito and Nanami facing none other than Jogo. Nanami knew what he was capable of. He felt hot flames engulf him before he could even think about escaping.

‘I am surviving this..’ he thought to himself, not wanting to give up.

Too many people need me.

I vowed to protect those kids.

I promised her a future.

I want a vacation.. with her.

I will not die.

Nanami was in a daze as he walked away from Jogo. He was not his usual alert self when a swarm of curses attacked him at once. He did not know how, but he felt his body move on its own. For any outsider, he would have looked like a monster fighting smaller monsters. Truth was, his senses were drowned by the overwhelming pain from Jogo’s attack. He could no longer sense where the curses came from, all he knew was that he was going to survive.

All I know is that I want to go back home.

Any curse in my way.. will be exorcised.

I’ll defeat these pests, once and for all.. I will get rid of them all. He envisioned a world without curses, a world where his woman would be safe.

I’ll forge it with my bare hands.

I’ll fight till they’re all gone, once and for all.

Lost within his own mind, Nanami did not realise when he eliminated the last curse, only to come face to face with the most dangerous of them off - Mahito. The patchfaced curse already had his hand on Nanami’s chest, ready to curse him. Nanami knew what was happening to him, but the overwhelming levels of adrenaline and his injuries made him feel less conscious. He knew what Mahito was capable of, yet, this time, he just couldn’t take him seriously.

Curses are shit.

Mahito is shit.

I am going to kill him.

Nanami was close to laughing in Mahito’s face when the latter asked if he could chat. Then, from the corner of his eye, Nanami saw Yuji, looking at him in fear.

“Yuji-kun, let’s kill him.” Nanami said, smiling casually as if he wasn’t at all burned to near death.

At that moment, Mahito cursed the sorcerer and blood splattered all over the place in an instant as Yuji stared at the gruesome sight before him. Something that looked like a spine was laying on the floor, red liquid and chunks of flesh slowly sliding down to reveal the bone. It was a bloodbath in true sense, vaguely reminding Yuji of Sukuna's domain. He took a look at his own self,only to see himself covered in the same blood. He was shellshocked but a voice brough him back to reality.

“Mahito-kun, is this your real form?” Nanami asked a few seconds after taking a good look at the dismembered cursed spirit, now struggling to regenerate himself. Yuji didn’t dare to move from his spot, terrified of the larger-than-life sized apparition behind Nanami. For the first time in his life, he had encountered someone scarier than the King of Curses. Meanwhile, Nanami chopped Mahito, limb by limb as a means of payback.

Oh right, I forgot to return her chain…

Nanami remembered a peculiar conversation from a few months ago. He had returned from a particularly bad mission. Shoko had spent hours healing him, and yet, he had suffered permanent damage from that fight. Y/n cried that day and all Nanami could say was..

“I am sorry dear… I am so sorry…” he was holding her close to his chest as she struggled to form words through her hiccups. Without saying a word, she got up and walked over to her wardrobe, opening it to reveal a complete mess… clothes overflowing, books on top of her electronics, some spare money strewn about… her wardrobe always ended up disorganised no matter how well he arranged things for her. She sat down and emptied the entire last shelf and fished out a metal box. It was locked. After two days of relentless searching and refusing to let Nanami go to another mission, she found the key.

“I don’t care what you think of jewellery, I am not even going to ask, but you are not allowed to take this off, ever.” Y/n said as she clasped the chain around his neck, pressing down on the hook to lock it in place.

“What is this y/n? If I can’t remove it, at least explain what it is.”

“It’s a family heirloom, every family is supposed to have one in our culture. It’s supposed to protect you against evil spirits and stuff.” Y/n said as she brewed tea for the both of them.

“No offence dear, but I don’t see any energy radiating off it, it might as well be just a piece of jewellery.” Nanami said, closely examining the pendant.

“Y/n, tell me, is this supposed to be for women?”

“Yes, but you’ll have to wear it.”

Nanami sighed, the pendant looked like a female deity. She had multiple arms, each one holding something, mostly weapons. Her hair reached her feet and she had ornaments all over her.

“Your culture does not have one that’s designed for men?” Nanami questioned.

“No.” y/n handed him the tea and snacks.

“Why?”

“Because women were the ones cursed for the smallest of mistakes, that’s why. It’s been passed down for many generations, from woman to woman. It’s supposed to hold generations worth of what you refer to as cursed energy, so in a way, it’s also supposed to protect us women from our negative emotions.”

Nanami wasn’t convinced but he still wore it for y/n’s sake. If wearing a chain would relieve her stress, then he would wear it. After all, who was even going to see it under his shirt?

In that moment, as he was slowly exorcising the last bits of Mahito, Nanami wondered why the deity did not show up until Mahito attacked him. He hypothesised it was because Mahito touched his soul. Truth be told, Nanami was slightly embarrassed but also relieved. A gold chain had accomplished what years of training as a Jujutsu sorcery did not. For the first time ever, Nanami let his guard down in all his encounters with cursed spirits and cursed users alike. He was fighting in Shibuya using the collective wrath of God-knows-how-many generations of women. Many curse users recognized the valuable piece of jewellery and tried to snatch it directly from his neck. As flimsy as the metal had become over years, the chain broke and most of the curse users were able to take it. Unfortunately for them, only Nanami was aware of how it worked. He smirked as he and Yuji exorcised another curse, picked up the chain and slipped it into his pocket., remembering another conversation with y/n

“Okay, it's a deity, not a cursed spirit, Nanami. As in, we actually worship her and festivals are held in her honour, so don’t reduce her to a cursed spirit, even though her whole concept is based on anger.” Y/n explained.

“I am kind of understanding, have you ever seen this thing work?” Nanami asked.

“No…. but no one ever seemed to be attacked by a curse.. Anyway, it’s mostly just beliefs and traditions, but please wear it, for me? It’ll make me feel safe.”

"I will wear it because it comforts you, but I have another question, what if someone steals it?" Nanami asked, concerned because he didn't want to lose the family heirloom of y/n.

"It won't protect the person who steals it. Infact, it will work against that theif. It only works properly if someone gives it you by their own willingness, like me. That's why, it considered dangerous to steal a woman's jewellery in my culture, it could actually curse you" Y/n replied.

“oh...that's interesting...” Nanami said, reassured her once again that he'd never take it off and left for Jujutsu Tech.

He always felt sorry for y/n whenever he remembered that conversation. Y/n had never been religious, she didn't even believe in cursed spirits. That was until Nanami entered her life and chose to be honest about his occupation, then she began praying out of fear.

Back in Shibuya, Nanami fought until he could no longer stand. He couldn’t help but feel thrilled fighting and exorcising his way through Shibuya.

This is probably what that potato-head Gojo feels like everyday.

Nanami thought to himself as he swung his hand in the general direction of a curse and it blasted it to pieces. Without the chain, he would have had to exert a lot more energy and accuracy. He was making his way to another curse when his injuries finally overwhelmed him. Nanami fainted, in the middle of a battlefield, yet perfectly protected.

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Nanami woke up to a very itchy sensation. He tried to scratch himself, only to touch rough fabric.

“Don’t scratch the wound, Nanami, just go back to sleep.” It was Shoko’s voice.

“Huh?”Nanami forced his eye open.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“It’s been 24 hours since we found you, I am not sure how long you were unconscious for that, but it’s a miracle you survived.”

“I know…” slowly, the incidents from Shibuya started crowding his memories. Unlike before, he was no longer in a crazy trance. He was back to his usual self, and his body felt like an overfilled sack due to the tightly wound bandages.

“I know you must be under a lot of pressure, but Shoko, how long will it take for me to recover?” Nanami asked, his voice raspy and weak.

“At least 3 whole weeks, and there’s lasting damage. You will need a wheelchair for a few months following your recovery and you will never be as agile ever again… I am sorry.” Shoko replied.

“Officially damaged beyond repair huh, it’s okay.”

“I am glad you are okay, the Jujutsu society will not allow you to take any mission beyond grade 3 from now on.”

“Ah… I was actually thinking of retiring.” Nanami smiled to himself as he looked for his phone.

“Here, I charged it for you.” Shoko handed him his phone which was surprisingly intact except for a few scratches here and there.

Nanami pressed onto the power button, and text message popped up 10 hours ago,

Are you there?

Smiling, he opened his inbox to find another text from 8 hours ago,

I will love you forever Nanami, rest in peace. I hope we’ll meet again

“Wow, this is kind of cheesy, Nanami. But I am glad you found someone.” Shoko was peering into his phone and Nanami did not even notice.

“It’s because she thinks I am dead.” Nanami chuckled.

Shoko smiled softly and went back to work, her schedule packed with no room to breathe. After losing two of her close friends, one destroyed by his own hand and the other one trapped in the prison realm, she was glad at least one of her friends would have a happy ending.

The sound of Nanami texting and Shoko preparing her medical instruments for another surgery were the only sounds echoing in the room for some time, until Nanami’s phone rang.

For the first time, Shoko sensed a level of lightheartedness in his voice. After talking for sometime, Nanami kept the phone and spoke, smiling ear to ear,

“Hey Shoko, my girlfriend is coming over, do you want something to eat, she could get it on her way.”

“Ask her to bring beer and cigarettes, I ran out hours ago and I need a smoke.”

“Sure thing, Shoko.”

“Say Nanami…”

“Hm?”

“Something tells me this is going to be a regular thing now, so do you wanna tell me about her?” Shoko asked him with a smirk.

“Sure thing, Shoko.”

Nanami’s cheeky smile was something Shoko wished Gojo, Geto and Haibara could see. For now, she was just glad to have someone alive and happy near her. At least someone from the Jujutsu world finally got the happy ending they deserved.

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