#my middle part straight n damaged

[satoruan]

Wanna do a QW on myself but I just know I’d fuck it up

[loonylupinblack3]

Powerless

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: extremely toxic!rafe, violence, swearing, many threats issued

Summary: you hate being a Pogue. Hate how vulnerable and weak and powerless it makes you. Rafe reinforces this for you.

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: heavily based off of season 1 episode three of obx when pope is delivering groceries and Rafe jumps him. also the ferrari sf90 spider is actually my favourite car so i yapped about it a lil bit :)

You were helping Heyward load the grocery bags onto the boat alongside Pope and JJ, stacking the bags of food and other knick knacks in the middle of the vehicle. 

“You kids get these groceries over to Figure Eight,” Heyward instructed, grunting as he lifted a pair of heavy bags off the dock and moved over to the boat, Pope, waiting at the ready, taking them from his father. “Get straight back here when you’re done.” He gave you a pointed look. “No fishing.”

You grinned at him, saluting him as you grabbed a pair of bags from him and placed it on the boat. JJ was right next to you, with Pope behind, the three of you working in tandem.

“I promised delivery by this afternoon,” Heyward continued. “Rich folk don’t want to wait for you lazy sons-” Seeing JJ with his arms already outstretched waiting for another bag of groceries and a beaming smile on his face gave Heyward pause. “Oh, JJ, thank you.” As soon as JJ grabbed the groceries he continued. “-sons of bitches.”

He glanced at you. “Excusing you, of course, Y/n. You’re always a delight.”

You beamed at him and JJ gave a scoff. “How come you get all the praise and I get nothing?”

You sniffed, flipping your hair to the side. “‘Cause I’m better.”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are-”

Heyward interrupted the two of you. “Hey, alright enough. No bickering. Get your asses moving and deliver these groceries.”

You all gave the man a salute and entered the cabin part of the boat as Pope started it up. Heyward didn’t trust JJ enough to drive the boat and knew you’d end up going the wrong way with your poor sense of direction, so Pope was in charge of steering the vehicle.

You drove through the river, leaving the Pogue side behind and entering Figure Eight, the Kooks domain. You noted the large houses, clean and tidy, and the smooth way they all seemed to be running with enough electricity and clear running water to their heart's content.

“Doesn’t even look like the storm hit there,” Pope exclaimed in indignation. No doubt he was thinking about your own houses, all of them damaged in some way and not yet fixed.

JJ twirled a pocket knife in his hands. “That’s because they got generators, bro. Get used to it.”

You scowled, shaking your head. “And then they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut.”

Pope shook his head, jaw clenched. “Nice to be a Kook.”

You nodded your head in agreement as JJ said, “lucky bastards.”

“One day I’m gonna become a Kook,” you said. “Dunno how yet, but I’m gonna go full Kook, with a pool, mansion, Ferrari SF90 Spider.”

JJ and Pope both groaned as you mentioned your favourite car, again. Sometimes they found you just never shut up about it, going on about the horsepower, the V8 engine, the fact it was the very pinnacle of Ferrari technology, with the thrill and versatility of open top driving.

“Time for you to stop talking,” JJ said, commandeering the conversation. You didn’t mind, content to listen to him for the rest of the way to Figure Eight, where you docked the boat and divvied out the grocery bags between you.

You and Pope were gonna go together, with JJ taking the rest and heading in the other direction. You bid each other quick goodbyes and hurried with Pope, walking around the unfamiliar streets. Everything looked so much nicer here, from the pavement to the shops lining the streets, everything inside looking like it cost more than a week's worth of your pay.

You took a shortcut, walking through the golf course instead of around it. The employees let you through without a second glance. It was surprising what you could get away with as a Pogue working in Figure Eight. The two of you walked on the side of the golf course, talking under your breaths as you looked around cautiously.

“I’m also going to golf here every week,” you stated, watching a particularly fit woman swing a golf club, her muscles flexing with exertion. 

You could almost imagine it being you, the golf club, hat, skirt, everything. If you really thought about it, the girl almost looked like you, similar hair colour and figure.

Pope laughed. “You hate golfing.”

You shrugged, swinging the bags in your hands slightly as you walked. “Yeah, but it's what Kooks do isn’t it?”

“What is your obsession with being a Kook?” Pope asked. “I get being rich, everyone wants it, but you seem almost obsessed with it.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself when movement caught your eye. You involuntarily recoiled when you recognised Topper and Rafe heading towards you. Pope noticed too, muttering swear words under his breath and advising you to just walk past and ignore them.

“Hey what’s up guys?” Rafe asked, putting up an innocent facade. He used his golf club to stop your walking, pressing it to the box of beers in Pope’s hand. “Hey how much for one of those beers?”

Pope turned to the side, trying to push past. “They’re not for sale.”

Rafe made a tutting sound. “Wait, wait, wait.” He stopped Pope as he tried to pass, forcing the two of you to stay there. Topper was standing directly in front of you, creating a barrier of sorts across the pathway. “You can just give us one, then, right?”

You wanted to snap at him. Wanted to ridicule him, ask him if he knew what not for sale meant. You were scared though, and you knew it wouldn’t help you or Pope standing up to him like that.

“Or you can order one like everybody else,” Pope replied, again trying to push past.

Rafe was rougher this time, ignoring Pope’s struggles and shoving him back. The coil of fear in your gut tightened. “Listen. Wait, wait, wait, you’re not listening to me. Um…” he gestured with his hands. “You’ve got so many bro, and we’ve got nothing.”

“Got nothing man,” Topper chimed in.

You scowled. “They’re not ours, they’re already paid for.”

Rafe looked at you, surprised you spoke, and then all of his attention was on you. You regretted even speaking, because his attention was like a guillotine, one wrong movement and the blade would fall.

“Oh, already paid for?” Rafe asked. “Knowing you Pogues, you probably stole them, right?”

Before you could stop him he was in front of you, his golf club snagging at the plastic bags in your hands as he pulled. Everything fell to the floor, and you heard the distinct sound of glass shattering.

“What the hell Rafe?!” You cried. “You owe us for that!”

He laughed, getting all up in your space. “Oh I owe you do I? I don’t owe you shit, Sweetheart.” He grabbed your chin, his fingers forcefully curling around your skin.

“Hey, get off her!” Pope yelled, grabbing Rafe’s shirt and yanking him back. You were grateful for the space, rubbing your jaw as the fear weighed you down, down, down.

Rafe spun around, “don’t fucking touch me you Pogue.”

“Come on man,” Topper said from his other side. They had him surrounded. “We just want a beer.” He made a lunge for it. “Just give us one of these.”

Topper and Pope were full on wrestling with the box now, and the fear was in your throat, especially when Rafe joined in, tripping Pope up and making him fall to the floor with a slam, rolling over a few times.

You gasped, going to him, but Rafe got there first. He had a bruise on his head, looking red and scratched. He scrambled upright, a hatred kindling in his eyes as he threw a punch. Rafe was ready though, avoiding it easily and using his golf club to slam into your friend's stomach. When he was bent over Rafe slammed it down again, Pope crumpling to the floor.

You couldn’t watch it anymore. As he raised his club again you moved forward, shoving him to the side. You only managed to move him because he wasn’t expecting it, and even Topper looked surprised, doing nothing to stop you because really, how much damage can a girl do?

You planted yourself in front of Pope, and when Rafe, laughing in disbelief, walked up to you, you were ready. You swung your fist but it was in poor form, Rafe catching your wrist mid-movement. His grip was tight enough to make you wince.

“Getting involved?” Rafe asked you, moving forward until you were chest to chest. “That’s cute.” His voice was low and mocking. “I thought you were smarter than that.”

You yanked your arm back. That was the second time he’d grabbed you and your skin felt dirty, his fingerprints crawling all over you. Rafe just seemed amused, a cruel delight in his eyes. There was no fear in his expression and why would there be? He was a Kook. He had his friend right behind him ready to defend him if needed. His real competitor was still on the floor, pain immobilising him. No, there was no fear in his expression, only a sick satisfaction of knowing exactly how much control he had over this situation.

Pope gave a groan, attempting to pull himself upright but Rafe didn’t even glance at him. His focus was zeroed on you, the intensity of his gaze making your stomach churn. “What’s it like, being a Pogue? Being powerless?”

You opened your mouth to snap at him, to say something humiliating and knock his ego down a few inches, anything to stand up against him. Rafe seemed to know you too well though, grabbing your jaw in a bruising grip, his fingers cold and rough. More threat than affection. “You’d be better off with me, y’know that?”

It wasn’t a flirtation he spoke to you – it was a threat. You could hear the danger in every word, the treacherous promise that he’d never leave you alone, that this sick game of his would only end on his terms. You could see the lines between desire and control blurring, and nauseatingly realised that Rafe’s affection for you might be even more dangerous than his fists. 

You tried to jerk away, revolution surfacing inside you but Rafe only tightened his grip. “Nah, don’t do that,” he warned almost lazily. “Don’t make me hurt you too.”

You wanted to cry. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall. You’d hate to give him the satisfaction of seeing them roll down your face. All of this was a game to him, a test to see how much fear he could wring out of you. The worst part was you knew he would do it, just because he could.

Your gaze darted to Pope, your friend just managing to sit upright. Topper was standing to the side, an uneasy expression on his face. You didn’t want Rafe to escalate things any further, because you knew he would, just to prove a point. He noticed your line of sight and forcibly pulled you closer to him so he could whisper in your ear.

“You’re lucky I like you,” his breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. An edge of cruelty laced his tone, as did delight, the same one a kid would get from playing with their toys, which was what you were to Rafe. “Otherwise you’d be right there next to him.”

Before you could answer he shoved you back, hard enough to make you stumble. A sickeningly smug smirk was on his face as he picked up two cans of beer off the ground, chucking one to Topper.

“Catch you later Sweetheart,” he called to you, going as far as sending you a wink, acting like everything had just been harmless fun, which you guessed it was to him.

You watched him saunter away, leaving a mess in his wake that he seemed to do everywhere. Except this time it was worse, because with a sickening dread you realised the next thing he’d leave a mess would be you.

And you suddenly had an answer to Pope’s earlier question. Why did you want to be a Kook so badly? It was simple, really. This whole interaction had just reinforced the feeling that you were too vulnerable, too weak. And the answer appeared from the ashes of Rafe’s destruction, a truth you guarded with your heart.

You didn’t want to be powerless.

[strawberrykidneystone]

whole again

sevika x female reader

summary: sevika didn’t feel whole without her arm and it bubbles up when jinx gifts her a new one.

a/n: i need the rest of season 2 rn RAHHHH

tags: insecurity of lost limb, angst/comfort, fluff, married!wife!reader, kissing

ao3 version

thank you for the request anon!!!

sevika wasn't expecting to fight with smeech today, but she also wasn't expecting to see jinx in silco's office either. one thing she could always expect was her wife waiting for her at home, the only thing driving her to keep walking instead of collapsing from exhaustion in the middle of the street.

after sevika slumped through your shared house's front door, you were quick to guide her to a chair in your kitchen to take care of her as you usually did when she came home from any sort of fight she was injured in while she was on duty. thankfully, she didn't have any injuries this time, but she did have bright green disgusting goo all over her body. god it was going to take forever to scrub out of her clothes.

wiping sevika’s face off with a warm rag to get the disgusting green goo off of her beautiful face, she looked so peaceful having her beautiful wife take care of her. following her fight with smeech, she came straight home after dropping jinx and isha off at a safe house, eager to get home to you. you didn’t care to ask if the goo was residue from her new arm or smeech, either way, you knew that you wouldn’t like the answer.

she recounted all the details of the fight, a soft fondness in her voice when talking about the two younger girls that she would deny if you pointed it out. she smiled up at you as she continued talking, the adorable gap between her teeth showing as she finished her story.

now that she had her girl with her and a new arm, what more could a woman need?

after her face was completely clean of the sticky green substance, you smothered her face in kisses with a loud ‘mwah’ after each one. her face scrunched up initially in slight annoyance, but she couldn’t help the chuckle bubbling from her chest after the first few. glancing her body over, you nodded to yourself as you saw no external injuries or damage to her clothing. while you were distracted, she wrapped her flesh arm around your waist and pulled you onto her lap with your legs hanging off of her thighs, a surprised squeal leaving your lips.

curiously, you inspected her new arm with a grin, it definitely had jinx’s handiwork all over it.

“like my new arm baby?” she inquired with a half smirk as she bent it in half for you to admire, the dinosaur-like head of the arm proudly sticking in the air.

“well it’s was very obviously made by jinx i’ll give her that much, but i like the speakers,” you said truthfully as you ran your fingers down her arm, careful not to set anything off my accident. the head of the arm reminded you of jinx’s bombs and you had to resist the urge to pull the level on her shoulder. it was truly an impressive weapon to say the least, although it definitely didn't match the usual muted tones that your wife wore.

she groaned and rolled her eyes, dragging her flesh hand down her face in clear annoyance, “did i mention that fireworks went off when the bastard died?”

you gawked and sputtered out a laugh, “no you didn’t! that’s so cool!”

she hummed a sarcastic 'uh huh' and kissed the side of your head, “i’ll probably have her tone it down at some point, but at least i’m all me again.”

you furrowed your brows and looked at her with slight concern, “whatddya mean?”

she shrugged and slumped back in her chair, her stare suddenly a million miles away. “i mean i wasn’t really complete without my arm, it’s the strongest part of me, and without it after silco dying… i didn’t really feel like me,” she admitted with her voice getting smaller and smaller, a lump forming in her throat. she licked her lips to try and satiate the sudden dryness in her mouth with little success, a nervous forming pit in her stomach at her sudden confession. she knew that you wouldn't judge her for admitting her feelings, but it still felt strange to admit them out loud to someone who actually gave a shit to what she was feeling.

you cupped her cheeks and brought her focus back to you, her eyes finding yours overflowing with an openness in emotion that was usually guarded behind steel walls. keeping one hand on her cheek, you petted her hair with the other. she leaned her head into your hand and closed her eyes, slightly trembling in your hold.

you took a deep breath and continued petting her hair as you spoke to her reassuringly, “sevika, you are so much more than your arm, hell, you’re so much more than silco’s number two. sure, he was the main hedge but who was out there making his deals? cleaning his messes? plus, you were kicking ass even before you had that mechanical arm. you could take on all of the undercity with just one arm and come out with barely a scrape on the other side. you are the woman i fell in love with, the beautiful, handsome, headstrong, competitive knucklehead that i would choose to be with even if you had no limbs.”

sevika snorted and you noticed that her eyes were slightly glazed over with tears that she held back. she sighed softly and quietly lamented in a strained voice, “what did i do to deserve you?”

you smiled fondly at her and kissed the tip of her nose, “i could ask you the exact same thing.”

she leaned forward into you and kissed your lips which such care that it would make anyone forget that she was a seasoned killer. desperately pushing into you, she had you leaning back with an iron grip around your waist with her flesh arm. you quickly threw your arms around her neck and pulled her as tight to your body as you could. a squeak followed immediately by giggles fell from your lips as you almost fell over backward, sevika catching you in time to straighten you both back up. she genuinely smiled and leaned her forehead against yours, “i love you.”

“i love you too sevika," you replied lovingly, nuzzling the tip of your nose with hers. she surprisingly returned the gesture with a light blush dusting her cheeks.

you pulled back and grinned at her, a hint of mischief in your eye. "well, at least ask jinx to add on a hand function," you said teasingly, but with a genuine undertone.

sevika chuckled and shook her head, grinning down at you with a cocked eyebrow, “what, did you miss my hands that much?”

you puffed out your cheeks and huffed, “i just miss standing on the left side of you sometimes.”

that made her genuinely laugh from the bottom of her stomach, teasingly tickling your sides with her hand which made you wriggle in her lap with laughter. you’d clean up as much goo off of her as she needed just to hear that laugh every day.

she brought your hand up to her lips and kissed the wedding band stacked ontop of your engagement ring on your finger. she softly kissed the inside of your palm and closed your fingers around it, a silent promise.

“i’ll ask just for you,” she cooed and pecked your lips, giving your hip an affectionate squeeze.

“good,” you smiled and grabbed her hand in yours. you giggled as you led her up to your shared room with her hot on your heels, following you up the stairs like an eager puppy.

maybe you can find some other fun uses for her new arm.

[lazycats-stuff]

Could you write a batfam story where the reader, who's in an established marriage with Bruce Wayne, accidentally triggers Jason? Perhaps the Wayne family has kept Bruce and Jason's past hardships a secret from the reader, thinking it wasn't important to discuss. However, a misunderstanding between the reader and Jason causes Jason to run away after being triggered of his pass. The rest of the family understands that it was a misunderstanding and tells the reader that Jason will come back and not to worry. They explain Jason's troubled pass with Bruce. However, the reader is consumed by so much guilt and sets out to find Jason. Literally the reader goes and searches Gotham top to bottom IN THE MIDDLE OF A HURRICANE! 😭The reader ends up locating Jason in a warehouse, where Jason’s freezing and the rain is pouring right through. More happens but I want the story to like end where the reader and Jason are crying together in the pouring rain and Jason realizes that he now has a loving dad that would do anything to ensure his and his brothers safety. And like the reader brings Jason back to the manor and everyone else is thinking to themselves like damn, (y/n) really is the best thing to happen to this family, literally the damn glue. Or something… like if (y/n) wasn’t there to save Jason he could have been dead… again.

I am sorry this is so long… i just couldn’t stop thinking of this story dynamic 😊

Oh, my jay bird... Of course I can do it... My poor bird. Also, 2k followers? Why thank you. Also, taking some time off to focus on college because I have some shit coming up. To say lightly.

Summary: The family didn't tell (Y/N) about Jason's trauma. And that causes problems and some broken hearts.

Warnings: Mentions of Jason's past, but nothing graphic, (Y/N) is done with emotional constipation from everyone, but he still loves them a lot, also hurricane.

(Y/N) has been in the family for a few years now. Married with the patriarch of the family, Bruce Wayne, was the best decision he has ever made. Bruce, while known to the public as a playboy at the time, abandoned that mindset, all for (Y/N). Boys accepted (Y/N), once they saw that (Y/N) wasn't marrying Bruce for money. (Y/N) will be marrying him for love.

Were there a few hiccups with Bruce being Batman and all the nightly patrols? Yes. However, (Y/N) and Bruce worked through it. And more importantly, (Y/N) essentially adopted all of the boys as his own. He saw them as his own sons rather than looking at them as their stepsons. And besides, saying that they are his sons brings (Y/N) an indescribable amount of happiness. And besides, living with 4 boys is always fun.

(Y/N) knew about their trauma, but what no one told him was the trauma that Jason went through. He had a vague idea, but never knew exactly. He didn't feel qualified to prod around in anyone's head, anyone's mind, but he made sure to let them all know that if they need to talk about something, get something off of their chest, he is the person they can come to talk to.

And it has happened a few times. Sometimes they would come after a nightmare, squeezing between (Y/N) and Bruce, looking for comfort. Now, everyone was unsure as to what to call him. Batdad or mother hen... That one remains to be determined soon enough by the boys.

It was a tough day for everyone in the household and everyone was ready to straight up murder each other. (Y/N) had an awful day at work, Bruce had a bad day as a CEO and as Batman, well, the Batman part was only the night before, but has moved onto the day. The other boys had difficult days at school and at patrol. Jason had a big problem with his nightmares and flashbacks. Not to mention, Gotham was expecting a hurricane to come over and just sweep over it. It shouldn't be bad and there shouldn't be any damage besides any heavy rain.

Gotham natives are used to rains, whether they be small drizzles or storms. However, Bruce worried about it and made sure to get enough supplies, just in case. Safe to say, everyone was on absolute edge. Closed into the same house, despite it being a manor and absolutely huge, tension could be cut with a knife.

And then, Jason and (Y/N) started fighting. It started off as bickering, but then it turned into a fight where hurtful things were said towards each other. Jason, mentally pushed to the limit by the nightmares and flashbacks has had enough and went to his car. He drove off and (Y/N) was fuming still.

But...

When the anger went away, (Y/N) was mortified. Completely and utterly mortified. He essentially crushed whatever relationship he had with Jason. Words hurt more than any punches and any kicks. No matter what Jason went through, (Y/N) was sure that Jason was hurting like hell now.

(Y/N) couldn't stop pacing in the living room, wondering what is happening to Jason at this very moment. A hurricane is going to pass through soon enough, Jason went to God knows where and (Y/N)'s own heart was breaking apart.

" (Y/N), love, you need to calm down. Jason will be fine. He just needs space. "

" Space?! In the middle of a hurricane?! " (Y/N) now yelled, upset beyond belief. He has upset his son and he was telling him to calm down? He might kick Bruce out of their bed.

Bruce then talked about all the trauma that Jason went through, before he adopted him, after he adopted him at the hands of Joker. (Y/N) was now absolutely mortified.

" Father is right. Jason needs some time to cool off. " Damian said in passing, making (Y/N) throw his hands up in the air.

" Is anyone in this damn house emotionally available?! "

Tim shrugged from the sofa and (Y/N) took a deep breath. Bruce watched intently and he could see what (Y/N) was thinking.

" Do not tell me you are going out there. " Bruce said as (Y/N) put his jacket and shoes on.

Dick and Damian paused to watch the entire thing unfold. Tim looked up from his tablet.

" I am. Jason is my son and I'm going to get him back. Tim, track Jason's phone and send me the location. " (Y/N) said, ignoring Bruce. Bruce rubbed his forehead. (Y/N) is a stubborn bastard when he wants to be. And does Bruce love him for it? Yes. Is it annoying sometimes? Yes.

" There is a hurricane! " Tim yelled after (Y/N) as he stormed out.

" (Y/N)! " Bruce yelled after his husband, but it was too late. (Y/N) was already out the door.

" He's nuts, " Damian said underneath his breath.

" And I married him, " Bruce added.

Jason has started to regret the fact that he has decided to even come out here. Sure, (Y/N) and him got into a fight, nasty things were said, but it would be better if he has just stormed up to his room and slammed his door shut. That would have been a better option than this. This damp warehouse, where there was leaking rain wherever you looked...

Jason was shivering, teeth chattering. Cold probably seeped right to his bones. Hypothermia was also on its way too, Jason had no doubt about it. He leaned back against the wall, curling into himself as much as he could and allowed himself to think about what happened with (Y/N), his dad in a way.

They were all on edge from the hurricane, supplies, wifi and all that stuff was needed just in case. Bruce made sure to make the manor proof of any natural disasters. Gotham wouldn't be hit that badly, so there was no need for evacuation, but there was advice to be cautious about it. Everyone was on edge as it is from being cooped up together too much, since Bruce didn't want them to stray too far, just in case.

And Jason being in a foul mood from his nightmares already, he didn't like this one bit. He wanted to be alone, but no. Common areas are a must according to Bruce. So the fight happened and both of them said really hurtful things to each other. And Jason felt guilty. He knew that emotions took over them both, but still... (Y/N) was always trying to be good to them all.

It was wrong.

Jason looked up at the door when he heard a slam. It could be wind. Or maybe someone trying to find shelter?

What Jason didn't expect was (Y/N), wet to the bone, looking around frantically. When his eyes fell on Jason, he sighed in relief.

" Oh Jay, I've been looking for you everywhere! Are you okay?! " (Y/N) ran up to Jason, quickly kneeling down to check to see if he had any injuries. Jason was touched... To have a genuine parent, a loving parent, alongside Bruce, but Bruce is a bit emotionally constipated so (Y/N) is essentially everything that the boys need.

" Bruce told me what you've been through... And now I know why you ran, what made you so upset. It was a combination of everything plus the hurricane. "

Jason nodded and (Y/N) hugged him tightly. Jason hugged him back just as tightly, if not more.

And the two broke down in tears, holding onto each other tightly.

Bruce was pacing in the living room, worried about (Y/N) and Jason. He should have gone after Jason too. He shouldn't have been so stupid. He should have chased Jason down the moment he left the mansion. But no, he's too emotionally constipated to deal with this. Great. Absolutely great.

He flipped his head around when he heard the front door open and then close and then two sets of footsteps. Jason and (Y/N) stepped into the living room, both soaked to the bone.

" Bruce, " (Y/N) said calmly and Bruce had a feeling he would be kicked out of the bedroom.

" (Y/N)... Are you two okay? " Bruce asked softly and (Y/N) nodded, smiling at Jason.

" We are B. Jay, go down to the Batcave. Take a warm shower and get changed into warm clothes. I'm sure the others are there too." (Y/N) softly nudged Jason to get going.

Jason took the hint and went to the Batcave. Once he was gone, Bruce turned to (Y/N).

" I'm sorry. I truly am. I should have gone after him, but I was- "

" Stupid? Yeah. Clearly. But I'm willing to forgive. I assume that the cots are ready? "

" Yup. I prepared you warm clothes, some earplugs so that you can't be awaken by the bats. And also a mask so that you won't be awoken by the lights of the cave. You know, reflectors, Batcomputer... Come on. " Bruce gently lead his cold and wet husband to the Batcave. " A warm shower is in order too. "

(Y/N) rolled his eyes, knowing that he will be forced into a warm shower, warm and dry clothes and an intense cuddling session, where Bruce won't let go, out of fear and love... How did he even marry into this crazy family?

[sniigura-archive]

Multiversal DP (1)

Chapter 2

College Au! Adam x Fem!Reader x Canon! Adam

Summary: You thought God was looking down at you with a pitiful look, when your apartment burned down and the only person who answered your call was your whacky situationship.

But when a weird angel appears, who uncannily looks like Adam just in bigger and even more obnoxious, you realise that God was straight up laughing in your face.

This is based on my College Au! but you don’t need to read it to understand this.

CW/TW: Fire, Porn with slight Plot, Two-Shot, Jealousy, Controlling behaviour, TW ADAM, misogyny, toxic relationship, sci-fi bullshit which makes no sense, Mutual masturbation, slight financial dependency on readers part, possessive behaviour, tell me if i missed anything

A/N: This will be a two shot i swear ‼️‼️ nothing more nothing less

Today was a bad Saturday.

It was exhausting and went on longer than it should. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. First you had to drive to your college library to give back a book otherwise you would be fined, then you had to work an extra shift because someone got sick (hangover from the party yesterday you skipped), then your bus didn’t come without warning? What the fuck was that about? Since it was the last one you had to fucking walk home.

You were tired to your bones.

If you weren’t so tired, maybe you would have noticed the light coming from the floor above your apartments, and the fact that it glowed suspiciously orange and red. Walking up the stairs, the further up you got the more you noticed a heaviness in the air. Is someone using their bbq inside again?

Until the fire alarm went off, while you were one floor away from your apartment. What? You just stood there, frozen in shock. Is this a test? Standing still on the steps you considered continuing your way home, until everyone started spilling out of their own apartments. Ugh. So you’re doing this.

Fleeing with everyone else the building, you stood outside while you watched as the flames finally showed themselves from the outside. Since the apartment where it started was directly above yours, you saw the flames caught over to your own. It smelled like smoke, despair and money you will have to spend to replace everything. You don’t even know if your landlord has insurance. He hasn’t repaired your AC unit in 2 years now.

It felt dreamish, the way the fire department came, being able to see how a big portion was consumed by flames, and in the end sitting at the curb while freezing your ass off. One thing is clear, you won’t be able to sleep in your own bed tonight.

Your neighbours sat with you, together with a fireguy who chatted with everyone about the damage. Some sort of support beam came down. You didn’t bother engaging in the conversation.

It drifted towards where everyone is going to stay, your neighbours already had that figured out. He’s staying with his boyfriend, she’s going to visit her sister and they are going to each take a child and visit their own parents. When the eyes moved to you, you felt uncomfortable. Where will you stay?

“You should start calling your family, sweetie.” The old woman told you, her voice rough from all the cigarettes she smokes.

Everything today got you fucked up. Taking in a shaky breath and wiping your hands on your jeans, you stood up to make a few calls. Walking away from the group and basically hiding behind the firetruck, you didn’t want everyone to see that fact that you have like 3 contacts in your phone. You think they already know, though.

Since it’s in the middle of the night, or more like the new day already, Monica didn’t answer, neither did Dymphna or Bernadette. Maybe you should just crash in a motel. Then you remember what’s in your budget and how the motel in your price range had some weird incidents regarding rats and cockroaches and meth deals.

Tapping your phone against your forehead, you tried to keep calm and think. Then you remembered who gifted you that phone and you sighed.

Opening Adam’s contact, you hit the call button before you could chicken out. Holding your phone against your ear, you felt panic wash over you and before you could fumble around to end the call, Adam picked up.

“Fucking hell, baby, if yer callin’ me for anythin’ but a good dicking down ‘m gonna be pissed.” His voice was gruff and it’s clear to you that you just woke him up. He mumbled out the words.

All you could muster up was a sob and a weak “Sorry.”

“Where the fuck-“ You hang up before he could finish his sentence. Great. Why did you even think about calling Adam? Are you stupid? Desperation makes people do crazy things.

You tried to call your friends again and when everyone went to voicemail you thought about blocking them all in a blind rage because why the fuck can’t they be there during an emergency? Taking deep breath to calm yourself, you reasoned with yourself that you too would be sleeping during the witching hours.

Nervously biting down on your lower lip, you considered throwing yourself off a bridge to cope with everything. Deciding against it, you looked at your notifications instead. Adam was spamming you.

[Adam Godfree]: where r u 1:11 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:12 AM

[Adam Godfree]: send ur location 1:13 AM

[Adam Godfree]: baby 1:14 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15

[Adam Godfree]: i’m not mad just say where u are 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:16 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: answer my fcuikng calls 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: im cuminv over u btter be fucking there 1:17 AM

More messages and call attempts clogged your notifications.

The fact that Adam is the only one answering in your time of need is lowkey so embarrassing. Since you read the messages through your notifications field, you aren’t leaving him on read. You think that would have ticked him off even more.

Taking a sneak back at the street, still covering your body with the fire truck, you noticed that everyone was gone. They all have retired for the night. It was a pretty intense debacle, everyone coming out to watch and film. The fire truck was started and you jumped slightly, fleeing towards the side walk.

If a fire truck drove you over you’d be very very very unhappy.

Sitting down on the street like the loser you are, you rubbed your hands over your face. Don’t cry. You’re all alone. But don’t cry. Don’t cry. Looking up the nearest Motel near you, which you could afford, you got up. Your legs felt weak. You didn’t even have a fucking phone charger with you. At least you took your laptop and the charger with you, if any of your files were gone you’d die.

You couldn’t help but think of everything you need to replace. Ok maybe you can cry a little. Crying and walking is an honest to god awful combination but beggars can’t be choosers or whatever.

Maybe you should text Adam that everything’s fine and that you were just being a bit dramatic. It’s been like, what? 10 minutes? And he usually takes 20 minutes to get here. You feel bad that he had to drive half the way.

Just as you were about to open the chat, a car turned into your street with an illegal speed. Damn.

Is that Adam’s car??? Double damn.

Adam stopped the car besides you with squeaking breaks and tires. He threw open the car door, and even before he fully stepped out he was yelling at you, “Bitch, what the fuck?!? You have the fucking nerve to call me up in the middle of the night and then to ignore me?? Do you even know who the fuck you’re talking to? How many other-“

“My apartment burned down.” You wanted to bawl your eyes out.

Everything you have meticulously worked hard and saved up for is gone. All your memories and trinkets and plants and everything you valued.

“..You’re joking?”

You shook your head, deciding on covering your face with your hands while you full on started sobbing now. Your breathing was hysterical and you thought you were about to full on start hyperventilating now because you have to apply for new documents now and what’s with your class notes and well at least all your cards were with you. Do you have to get a P.o. box now and how much does that cost? Can you even afford to be in a motel so long, do you have to pay for that? What happens if they can’t like restore the apartment complex where will you live the market is horrible and you’re going to be homeless and in debt, won’t you? You will have to drop out or take up more shifts or even get a second job but your grades and scholarship and and and and and and

Adam walked over towards you, but you were too deep in your mental breakdown spiral to notice it, and he carefully placed his hands on your shoulders. You flinched slightly at the unexpected contact, but when you realised it’s just Adam you relaxed again. Taking your hands away from your eyes, you had them resting on your cheeks.

“It’s okay, don’t worry that pretty little head. I will take care of everything, alright?” Adam’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. His fingers were massaging your tense muscles. You looked up at him with wet eyes and nodded pathetically at him. You didn’t trust your voice.

Adam started grinning down at you, “I have always wanted a cum dump at home, anyways.”

This just made you start crying again. Motel it is.

“Ah, bad joke. Don’t cry, cmon. You know me, babe, don’t have ta do anything you don’t wanna do.” He pulled you into his chest, his hand smoothing over your hair while the other rubbed your back. He’s warm and soft. You continued to sob into his sleeping shirt, while clutching at his shirt.

You don’t know for how long you’ve been crying for, but Adam simply stood during that time with you at the side walk, while comforting you. He didn’t speak, which was rare.

Once you have finally made the rational adult decision to calm down, after god knows how much time has passed, you lifted your head up from his chest and took a step back. You were still sniffling and you didn’t even want to image what your face was looking like.

Adam grasped your cheeks into his hands while wiping away your tears with his thumb, “Alright, alright, let’s get you to bed. Must have been exhausting for my poor, little baby.”

He leaned forward, giving your forehead a kiss. Then he grasped you by the shoulders and lead you towards the passenger seat, opening the door for you and helping you in by grasping your hand in his. Once you were sat down, with your bag at your feet, Adam leaned down towards you and put your seatbelt on for you. He closed the door and walked over to sit down in the drivers seat.

Driving to Adam’s apartment was relaxing, music was playing and you were starting to fall asleep.

“..Ho….that…ven..hap..”

“Huh?” You lifted your head up from the car window, blinking at Adam sleepily.

“I asked how the fire even happened?” Adam glanced over at you, you were going to be there soon.

You sighed, and rested your head again against the window, “Guy feel asleep with a joint in his hand…Or was it his mouth? Doesn’t matter. Curtains and carpet caught on fire.”

“Oh my fucking…You’re kidding me?” Adam drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

You stretched your arms, hands and fingers out before you, “I wish.”

Adam continued watching you, glancing at you as if you didn’t notice. He was trying to be slick. Smoothly parking his car, he got out. You opened your car door, taking your bag with you when you left the car. Adam took your bag from you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side. You both made your way to his apartment.

Taking off your thin winter coat, together with your old boots, you were ready to just pass out.

“You want me in the guest room?” You asked him, while rubbing at your eyes.

“The fuck? No. You’re sleeping with me, baby. Pun intended.” He winked at you.

You sighed warily, you’re too exhausted to even glare at Adam. He was still fighting with untying his own boots. Shifting from one leg to the other, you decided on looking around Adam’s living room. Nothing has changed. Still weirdly sterile and empty. His bedroom was at least somewhat different, filled with band posters and guitars.

After Adam finally got his shoes and jacket off, he intervened your fingers with his and lead you to his bedroom. He went and rummaged through his closet, giving you a sweatshirt, “This should do for now, we will get you new fucking clothes tomorrow….”

“Thank you, Adam.”

“Yeah, yeah, how about you remember this next time I want my dick sucked? How I’m such a nice fucking guy, and how you owe me, babe.” Adam pinched your cheek while he spoke, grinning down at you.

Dear god, please fix up your apartment as fast as possible. With lots of love, your saddest creation.

Adam answering your call is literally the devils work, you can’t explain it otherwise. Is this some sort of punishment? What did you do in your last life to deserve this.

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you got out of his grasp and turned your back to him to get dressed. Taking off your own hoodie, and bra you slipped into the sweatshirt Adam gave you. It was soft and the material was thick and nice. It was huge on you, but that’s just because Adam is a big guy. Everywhere.

Taking off your jeans, you folded your clothes messily and put them on Adam’s desk chair. Adam was already in his sleeping wear, since you gracefully woke him up in the middle of the night. He was in bed, watching you get dressed, while he yawned.

Ducking under the blanket with him, Adam grabbed your arm and dragged you towards him. It’s like he wants to live in your skin. He made your head rest against his chest, while he had his arm wrapped tightly around you.

“Wake me up again today, ’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down ever fucking again.” He grumbled at you, while giving your ass a pinch.

You gasped slightly, before burying your head into his neck. He always smells nice.

Before you knew it, you were already asleep.

In your dream, a big support beam in your burning building was dropped on you. Crushing your body to the floor, with your back to the ground.

Blinking, you slowly but surely woke up, with your heart hammering against your chest. Trying to turn over, you noticed something heavy laying on you. Adam’s head was on your chest, his arms were wrapped around your back and his breathing was even. Remembering his threat, you decided on letting him sleep. Sighing and burying your hand in his soft hair, you decided on continuing snoozing.

But as soon as you buried your hands in Adam’s hair, Adam lifted his head up and was now resting his chin on your chest. Does he not know that tits are sensitive?

With his oh so charming grin on his face, you just knew he was up to no good. He shifted and was now resting his weight on his arms, besides your head, rather than using your body as a pillow. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Adam crashed your lips together, he is as shameless as always. His hand roamed your body, till he slipped it under your sweatshirt. Gently fondling your left breast. He rolled his half-hard dick on your thigh.

Disconnecting your lips from his, you whimpered against his lips.

“What happened to ‘Good morning’? ‘How did you sleep?’. What happened to that?”

Adam moved to kiss your ear, cheek and then your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses against your skin, while he panted against you.

“Mornin’ slut,” Why is his morning voice so fucking sexy? “you jerk me off right now ‘n I’m going to buy you whatfuckingever you want today.”

You would jerk him off for free. You did jerk him off for free. Are you a whore?

Adam sat up, moving so that both his knees were besides your stomach. You were happy he didn’t sit down on you, he could easily crush you. That’s sexy, though. He kneeled over you, and you saw his dick strain against his fuzzy pants.

He grasped your sweatshirt into his big hand, pulling it up towards your chin to expose your tits. Seeing them made him smirk. Taking your hand into his, he placed it on his dick and ground your palm against him.

“Watcha waiting for, baby?” He purred while looking down on you.

Adam always made you horribly nervous. No matter how often you hang out, or fuck, he always has you blushing and stuttering. Fuck. Grasping the hem of Adam’s pants into your hands, you pulled them down together with his underwear.

His dick was heavy, curving downwards and already leaking pre cum. You’ve had this monster inside you more than once, but every time you’re surprised at just how big he is. It’s not only his length, but also the girth. Jesus. Stretching you out mercilessly every time, you struggled with wrapping your fingers around him. His gold prince albert piercing glinted in the dim light.

Realising with your hand wrapped around him, that jerking him off with dry hands was probably not the move. Making sure to lick your other hand, while keeping eye contact with Adam, you wrapped your now wet hand around his member. You started with slow a slow movement, spreading his pre cum across his dick. You licked your other hand, because this was for sure a two hand job, you now were able to use your left hand for the lower part and the right hand for the top part.

Massaging his tip with your thumb, Adam groaned, “Ughh, fuck babe, you loooove serving me, don’t you? Making me cum is, like, your fucking dream job.” He laughed at his own fantasy, “Don’t worry tho, making your pretty pussy cum is my own life work.”

Adam reached back, his hand brushing over your hips and finally getting under your panties, “Sooo wet already? You’re too easy.” The way he grinned and sounds giddy made it obvious how much he enjoyed it. His fingers found your clit and then your weeping hole. He gathered the wetness on his middle and pointer finger, he then went to massage your clit.

Your hips jerked up, at the sudden pleasure cursing through your body. Moaning up at Adam, your hands stuttered their jerking movements. Quickly catching yourself, you speed up your movements while focusing on Adam rubbing at your clit.

He moved his fingers to pinch your clit in between his fingers, you whined while your hips jerked even more, “Stop that. Do it properly.” You hissed at him, while glaring up at him.

Adam simply snickered at you, but he did move back his fingers to continue rubbing your clit. You moved your left hand to massage Adam’s balls, gently moving your fingers across that sensitive part of Adam. Grasping softly in your hands, arching your palm up in a wave motion.

“Fuuuuuck, ha, you’re doing so well.” Adam moaned out, while he intensified his finger movements. Shit, you’re close. But so was Adam, you could tell by his furrowed brow, he was moving his hips to grind his dick further into your hands and fingers, his noises and breathing.

“Pleaseee, Adam, won’t you cum all over..me?” You pouted up at him, massaging his dick.

The pressure build up in your lower stomach, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt yourself cum. Shit. Adam laughed at you, his fingers never left your clit.

It didn’t take much longer for Adam to cum after you, coating your torso white. It was hot, sticky and thick. Ugh. Adam’s fingers still didn’t left your clit. What an asshole.

“EeeeEeeenough, Adam, Oh fuck-“ You tried to angel your hips in a way that he leaves your most sensitive part alone, he chuckled and wiggled his hand out off your panties. Thank god.

Adam pulled his pants back up, and sat down besides your laying down body. You tried to catch your breath, your clean hand covered your eyes. With Adam’s sweatshirt not covering you anymore properly, you were starting to get cold.

Taking your face in his hands, Adam gave your cheek a wet kiss. He brushed his lips over your ear, before whispering in your ear, “Aren’t you just my precious little slut? Go shower, baby.”

You nodded your head at that, showering would be a smart move. Getting up, you located your clothes, before you started walking Adam gave your ass an stinging slap. Gasping in surprise, you went and covered your ass with your hands.

“Man, I didn’t even wake you up..” You grumbled at him, going over to take your clothes.

“Yeah bitch, but you made me wait till you woke up to drain my balls.” Adam got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head.

You stuck out your tongue towards Adam, with your clothes in hand you took off towards the shower. Using Adam’s stuff always felt weird to you. Obviously he doesn’t have woman shower gel, but still. Smelling like Axe was sure something, having your friends side eye you for your smell was even worse.

Getting out, you towelled yourself dry. Slipping into your clothes form yesterday, you left the bathroom. Seeing Adam in the kitchen, at the stove, you made your way over. Wrapping your arms around his mid section, you buried your head between his shoulder blades.

Adam wrapped his one hand over your intervened hands. God, he’s such a big guy.

“Hey baby, you like french toast?”

You simply mumbled a yeah into his shirt, while smelling how good Adams cologne smells. No wonder he’s so popular. If only it wasn’t for his mouth. Adam rubbed your hands with his thumb while chuckling. He turned the stove off and turned around, taking your face into his hands he gave you a deep kiss.

“You excited to fulfill your womanly role of being in the kitchen while you’re here?” Adam mumbled against your lips.

“…You piss me off beyond believe.” You shoved him away by his shoulders, while he laughed.

He didn’t stay away for long, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your bodies together.

“Why? You don’t wanna be my pretty little housewife? Nah, but seriously you do have to pull your weight ‘round here.” Adam pushed a few wet strands of your hair out of your face.

You nodded at Adam, “Of course….I know it wouldn’t be enough but I could give you the amount of rent I pay?”

Adam looked at you like you were stupid, “Babe, I fucking meant, like, cleaning up after yourself, cooking once in a while and hopping on my awesome dick. Well, it’s more of a bonus to be able to ride me whenever you please. I can make that pussy fucking churn, baby, you know it.”

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you simply hid away by smashing your face into Adam’s chest. His incredibly soft chest. Gliding his hands all over your body, Adam bend his neck to whisper into your ear,

“Sit down before the food gets cold.”

Sitting down, you let Adam fix you and him a plate. It all felt weirdly domestic.

Once you were finished, you put everything in the dishwasher while Adam made his way to the bedroom, to get dressed. You plopped down on the couch, twirling your thumbs basically. Sighing, you laid down on the couch. Adam entered the living room.

“What’s up? Stop looking all depressed and shit, we are bout to empty my fucking wallet. Aren’t woman happy to go shopping on a man’s hard earned dime?” Adam stood in-front of you, with his jacket in hand.

“I just..I can’t believe I’m homeless…..This is my biggest fear coming true. Oh my god….I’m homeless…” You covered your face with your hands and groaned loudly. You’re fucking homeless.

Adam scoffed at you, taking your hands into his own and taking them off your face.

“Baby, you’re living here now. We will put your last name on the fucking mailbox and whatever else you need. I will handle everything, sweet thing, don’t you fucking worry.” Adam grasped your knee into his hand now, shaking it slightly, “Cmon, get fucking up. I need you to lighten my wallet up.”

You stood up, nodding at Adam, “Okay, okay, let’s get going.”

Walking towards your jacket, you put it on, together with your worn out boots. Fall is a bitch and winter was even worse. Adam furrowed his brows at your clothes, he grabbed your jacket and felt your jacket lining.

“Jesus, this thin thing doesn’t do shit for you, and what the fuck’s up with your boots? Woman, we have to get you a whole new wardrobe.” He shook his head at you, like it’s your fault you’re broke.

Shopping with Adam played out as well as you thought. When Adam asked you which store you usually go to, and you said the thrift store he looked unhappy. He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you all across the mall.

Unsurprisingly, his favourite place was the underwear section. When you grabbed a multi pack of basic panties, Adam looked at you like you personally ruined his life with that decision.

This whole thing was tiring, you just wanted to lay down. At least Adam had the time of is life, sending you to the dressing room and getting to play dress up doll with you. Eh, at least he isn’t bitching at you, he complains about how woman sizes are not all standardised, how the stitching is shit and how it can be that they don’t have that top, in that colour, in a bigger size. He’s in his zone. He has you try on stuff in different colours, shapes, sizes and man he’s picky as fuck.

All you wanted was a few sweatshirts, one pair of jeans and some socks and underwear. In the end you got a new fucking closet, your make up items basically replaced with the expensive version of your drug store ones, shampoo and conditioner from brands you couldn’t even pronounce, and some sanitary products. Once Adam started looking at sundresses (summer is like 6 months away??) you put your foot down and told him you wanted to go home. You weren’t sure more bags would fit on his arms and in his hands anyways, since he refuses to let you touch anything.

Standing in line at the last checkout, Adam was preoccupied looking at bras. Telling him your bra size was probably a mistake. Letting him drag you to a lingerie store was the other mistake. You felt your phone vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans.

Pulling it out, it was a group chat call from your friends. Accepting the call, you held your phone against your ear,

“‘Yello?”

“What in Christs name is going on that you call up a storm in the middle of the night?”

You could barley understand a word, with 3 different people talking at once, but that was the gist of it.

“Uhh, nothing bad. Apartment burned down.”

“WHATTT???”

Before you could elaborate, you felt your phone being snatched out of your hand. Looking back, you saw Adam glare at your phone.

“If it isn’t the fucking Hexenzirkel!….Mind your own fucking business, everything here’s alright.” With that he hung up your phone and pocketed it. Great. Now that’s a fire you will have to put out later.

Adam herded you forward, towards a free register. He paid for everything, and then took you towards the parking garage where he left the car. Stacking everything in the backseat and trunk, you sat down at your seat. Adam got in, and he started driving home.

Calming your friends was sure a thing you had to pull off. Explaining to them what happened and why you live now with Adam, off all people, was sure something you did. With lots of interruptions. Monica and Dy both assured you that you could always crash at their apartment, in their guest room.

Well, they won’t be able to make you cum 3 times in the span of 20 minutes, so you were going to ride this out. Literally.

You already realised that living with Adam would include lots of sex. He kind of made it his mission to christen every room in his apartment. More than once.

So across a few weeks, he had you ride him on the couch, eating you out in the bathroom, bending you over the kitchen counter, having you suck his dick in the guest room and romantic missionary in his bedroom. And much more and more frequently. Trying out cock warming sadly didn’t go as well, Adam doesn’t have the self control for that, but tying him down on a chair did help with that. And it was hot as fuck.

What you didn’t take in account for was the domesticity of it all. Cooking with Adam, drying the dishes while he washes, watching shows and movies, talking about each others day at the end of the day, cuddling, sleeping in each others embrace, listening to Adam sing and play his guitar, his rambling about the girls his band and music he enjoys, showering together and washing each others hair, grocery shopping together. It’s all so soft, you didn’t really except it. It scares you.

Adam had a lot of bad qualities, like how he tries to give you a curfew, you have to change your phone password every week, you’re sure he has your phone location somehow (you really have to check your app and settings), he keeps making attempts of convincing you to quit your job, tries to dictate what you wear outside the house (all you wear rn are baggy clothes anyways, not because of Adam but because it’s cold af), he always asks you where you’re going and with who, for how long will you stay out? Should he come with you? Don’t worry, baby, he will give a lift and coincidentally stays there for as long as you. Right besides you. He hid away all the door keys?? He loves scaring you and he has a tendency to make your keys and phone disappear when you’re about to leave.

So yeah, privacy was non existent. But when your landlord sent you an email on how you should still pay rent?? Adam took your phone and told you he would take care of it and lo and behold, another email followed up saying that you don’t need to pay for shit. Who would have fucking thought. A few days after the fire you were allowed inside again, picking out whatever wasn’t fully destroyed. There wasn’t much, Adam came with you, and when you were close to crying again, he gave your head a kiss and bought you your favourite take out.

You’re pretty sure he’s trying to condition you to be dependent on him, since when he makes you cum he has a tendency to whisper to you about how you’d should cancel your lease, how you should quit (again) and how nice wouldn’t it be to be his little housewife? You’re happy you got the copper IUD, otherwise you would be pregnant right now. Since Adam is insatiable.

At the end of the day you get fed, get 8 hours of sleep and Adam tries to drive and pick you up wherever you want. So you have been throughly enjoying the past few weeks. The fact that you have to reassure your friends that you are fine and juggle Adam’s weird behaviour is just something you have to deal with.

You were close to falling asleep. Adam was laying on the couch, with you on his chest. He was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, while you buried your face into his neck. His one hand was under your shirt, his fingers traced heart shapes on your skin. You felt his heart thump through his chest, in a slow rhythm. The TV was playing in the background, some fucking Family Guy episode Adam picked out.

The lights started to flicker, faster and faster.

“What the fuck?” Adam sat up, looking around confused.

All the electronics were starting to go crazy, the TV switched between movies and shows, the microwave started going off, together with the fire alarm. You rubbed your eye, while yawning. Everything came to a hold when everything got shut off. You sat in the dark.

“..Huh?” Is all you could get out. Whats going on?

“Fucking fuck. Did a fucking fuse blow out on me?” Adam ushered you off his lap, you stretched your arms over your head.

“Did you forget to pay utilities? Happened to me once or twice.” You threw into the room.

Adam scoffed at that, “Did you forget or were you too broke? I pay my shit on time, don’t fucking worry about it. Fuck. I think the fuse box is out on the hallway.”

“..Both.” You made an attempt at going back to clinging to Adam, he was comfy and you were tired.

“Can’t get rid of you, huh?” He chuckled at you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you closer to him, “Need me to carry you to every fucking errand I need to run?”

You nodded at him, humming in agreement. Adam slipped his arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder, when he stood up he took you with him. Carrying you bridal style. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t drop me! Ah! Adam!”

“Damn babe, usually you only scream my name like that when I make you cream all around me! Don’t stress yourself, you weigh nothing to me. Watch this.” Adam laughed at you, he spun you around in his arms. Then he proceeded to do squats. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. After that, the final round, he did bicep curls, using you as his weight.

“Drop me, gym bro.” You laughed at him.

“Yes, mam.” Adam suddenly let go off you for a second, or at least made it seem like that.

Your heart dropped, genuinely thinking that Adam let go off without warning. But he quickly caught you again, laughing at your screaming and horrified expression. He set you back on your feet, grinning at you.

“Chillax babe, as if I would ever drop ya.” He brushed your hair away from your face.

“Fuck off, asshole. How about we look for that fuse box? I don’t wanna live in a lightless apartment.” You hissed at him, swatting away his grabby hands. At least your eyes got adjusted to the dark.

Before Adam could answer, everything started to go crazy again. TV blaring, lights flickering, beeping and fucking sparks flying.

Adam yanked you down with him by your arm, you both were squatting behind the couch.

“Fucking hell?! What the fucks going on??”

A blazing, colourful tear appeared into the air, between the TV and couch. Man were you happy to have said couch as a shield. A high pitched tone sounded through the air, causing both you and Adam to grimace. Covering your ears, you squinted while trying to take a look at the weird slit. It was changing size and form and honestly, you weren’t too sure what you were looking at. So you just ducked behind the couch again, not wanting to know what actually was going on.

Then it just stopped. Everything was pitch black, taking a look out the window you saw that non of the lights in the other buildings were on anymore. Fucking power shut off.

“Let’s get fucking out of here befo-“ Adam started speaking, but was interrupted by a horrible sizzling sound. You were sure that the sound waves which vibrated through the air were touching your soul.

The tear appeared again, just this time in a circle form. Adam and you ducked behind the couch again, while the…thing moved and changed and screeched. It stopped. Again.

“Jesus Christ…” You whispered into the darkness, looking at Adam with big eyes.

“Uhm, fuck no, I’m not the J- Dog. I’m fucking Adam, you know? The first dick on fucking earth?”

??????

Adam and you looked at each other like you have just seen a ghost. You both shoot up from behind the couch at the same time.

What kind of creature appeared in the living room????

He’s very tall. Too tall. And big. His horns hit the ceiling, so he has to awkwardly slouch. What even is his face? Are those golden wings? How fucking big are they? Wingspan of over 9000? Whats that round thing over his head, a halo? With a weird ass robe. Oh my god. What’s even going on anymore?

“Fucking sick, you both can hide your wings and halo? How long did that take you to fucking master? A century or two?” The thing gave you both a once over, his gaze lingered on Adam’s face, but he just shook his head. A century? You weren’t even ready to continue living for another 10 years.

You reached your hand out, grasping Adam’s arm tightly. Adam’s muscles were tense and he seemed to grind his teeth, glaring at the unwanted guest. God help you.

“What? You two to fucking shocked seeing this big of a deal, huh? I totally get it. Want an autograph?”

“..We…Don’t need to….Hide our…Wings. Because we are…People…?” You decided on saying. It’s better if you speak and not Adam, since he looked close to blowing up.

The creature blinked at you, “Oh shit…Don’t fucking worry about this little incident, sugar tits, upstairs we got extra protocol for this.” He turned his huge back towards you and Adam, giving you a nice view of his glowy, golden wings.

Since your heart was starting to calm down, and you were able to think clear, the realisation creeped in that he kind sounded like Adam? Weird coincidence.

Adam’s face soured even more at the pet name, “Al-fucking-right, listen here, A-“

Grabbing Adam by the collar of his hoodie, you yanked him down. Placing your finger against your lips, to signal for him to shut up, you let him go again. It’s best if Adam does not start a fight with a whole ass angel.

Said Angel was snapping his fingers repeatedly. Each time he did, the electronics started going crazy again. All that appeared were sparks around his fingers, and where the tear was it sizzled slightly. Great.

“The fuck? Why isn’t this shit working?”

Adam crossed his arms infront of his chest, looking unhappier with every passing second. This won’t go well. You feel it in your soul.

The angel nervously threw a look over his shoulder, at you and Adam. As if any of this was your fault. Rolling your eyes, you bit your tongue.

“…You sure you’re a fucking angel?” Adam spoke into the tense atmosphere.

“Yes I’m fucking sure I’m an angel! Have some fucking respect, without me non of you fuckers could be frolicking right fucking now!”

And so it starts. While the two men threw insults at each other, you tried to breath through your panic. Taking a good look at the angel, not only did he have the same voice as Adam, his face reminds you off the masks Adam’s band wears whenever they perform. Maybe….

“Take off your mask.” You decided on telling the giant. All eyes were on you now.

“Woah, bossy. And here I fucking thought you were a well trained bitch, who knows not to interrupt when the men are speaking.” Alright, you hate that guy.

He hooked his fingers under, what was finally revealed as a mask, and slipped his face out of it. Even though his hair was a mess, one thing was clear. That was Adam.

It was uncanny to watch, you were uncomfortable. It clearly felt like that they weren’t supposed to be in the same room. The only difference between their faces was that this one didn’t have any piercings, and he looked to be in his thirties. Good to know that Adam still will look hot in like 10 years. DILF. The even have the same facial expressions, and reactions to each other.

“You supposed to be some shitty alternative version of me, or what?” Adam asked, his chin in his hands and head tilted.

“Fuck no, you dumbass didn’t listen to me? I’m fucking Adam, the first man? More like my genes are alive and well in you. Good to know.” He nodded at Adam.

“Are you sure? Because his name is also Adam, and he has two ex girlfriends named Lilith and Eve. Same break up as you had…….Are we in a Bible fan-fiction? Why does everyone I know have biblical names and a fitting background?” Is your whole life a lie??

The angel simply blinked at you, then his gaze shifted towards Adam. He chuckled nervously again, once again snapping his fingers. All it did was make sparks fly and mess further with the electricity, not just in this apartment but also with every other building outside.

“Fucking stop it, shit obviously isn’t working.” Adam dragged his hand over his face, obviously exhausted.

“Well, if you can travel through space just like that, what’s really stopping you from also going through time? We basically already know that alternative universes are a thing, if we think of both timelines as water streams, going at the same speed….or time?” You put your hands infront of each other, not touching having them touch, “You must have accidentally messed something up in your travels, causing you to fall out of your stream into ours…” Moving your right hand to bump it into your left one, you imaged the angel falling and tumbling into your world.

“…That’s so cool.” You whispered under your breath, the angels wings fluffed up, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I’m pretty fucking cool, babes.” He looked so proud of himself, as if he did it all on purpose. Idiot.

Adam glared at his doppelgänger, while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and yanking you into his side. He rubbed his chin against the top of your head, like an animal marking it’s territory. You were too far into your multiversal fantasies and connecting it to your physics classes, to notice the angle smugly grinning at Adam, as if he won that round. Weird macho behaviour, which you couldn’t care less for.

“What are we fucking supposed to do now?” Adam asked, carefully.

“..Is the couch free, bro?”

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Cowboy Up - Pt.13

A/N: Greetings all! Apologies this isn't a massive part after all your waiting but hopefully be back in the swing soon. Let me know if you have any thoughts on what the relationship reader has with the Duttons should be like as I want to explore that more.

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

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Y/n looked up from where she was buttoning her jacket against the incoming cold to see Jimmy riding towards them with a calf across his saddle.  She chuckled to herself at his ability to fall off his horse, lose his hat and find a missing calf all in the same day.  Encouraging Comanche towards Rip and Lloyd, she gestured to them across the field.

“Told you he’d work out just fine,” She directed towards the foreman, “you dared question my teaching prowess.”

Rip rolled his eyes at her, “I learnt long ago to not question what you put your mind y/n.  The question was whether he had the will to follow through with it.”

“Ah he’ll adapt just fine,” Lloyd brushed him off, “y’know she won’t let him quit.”

Fred shouted across the fence to Jimmy, “well look who decided to show up.  You have a nice ride?”

“Shut up and just open the gate,” y/n snapped at him, “nobody wants to deal with your bullshit.”

Ignoring the glare burning into her back, she swung Comanche around to keep the cow away from the gate whilst Jimmy rode in.

“Wonder which one’s its mama?” He asked.

The cow Comanche was keeping back lowed loudly.

Rip sighed, “gee I fuckin’ wonder.  Put it in the pen.”

“That’s as cowboy as it gets Jimmy,” Lloyd assured.

Y/n smiled at him as he rode past, pulling Comanche away from the cow to return to sorting the rest of the herd.  She glanced back to watch Jimmy put the calf down and barrel straight towards his mama.

“He’ll make it,” Lloyd assured her.

Y/n smiled, “with our expert guidance.”

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After finishing organising the cattle and putting the horses away, the hands made their way back to the bunkhouse.  Ryan was at the front of them, arm slung casually over his girlfriend’s shoulders despite her protests of being caught by Rip (Colby having already been given the middle finger for his wolf whistling).

Her body was pushed forward by Fred kicking Jimmy’s feet from under him into them.  Ryan grabbed her waist and pulled her into him to stabilise her.

“You’re a fucking dipshit Fred,” he muttered as the three of them carried on walking.

Y/n stopped both of the boys who turned around to see Jimmy punched to the floor.  She ducked down to help him up, “alright you made your point.”

“No no no no,” Ryan groaned when Jimmy went back for Fred.

As they fought, y/n felt herself be pushed behind Ryan and Colby.  She took that as her sign to go find Rip to break them up.  Turning her back on the boys she ran for the bunkhouse where she found Rip and Lloyd sat at the table.  Both of them looked up with concern seeing her burst in at speed.

“Where’s the fire kid?” Lloyd asked.

“Fred started on Jimmy,” she explained, “and the dumb fuck wouldn’t stay down and they’re not stopping.  He’s gonna do some real damage to him, Rip.”

Rip groaned but gestured for Lloyd to follow them out to the barn.  

When they reached them, Jimmy was face down in the dirt.  Y/n watched Rip put Fred on the floor before turning her attention to where Lloyd was helping Jimmy up off the floor.  She made for them but he waved her off, wanting to save the new hand the scolding she would give him for continuing to fight.

“You wanna fight somebody, you come fight me.  I’ll fight you all goddamn day,” y/n couldn’t help groaning at Rip’s rule and how ridiculous it always sounded.

“I’m the one who started it.  It wasn’t him, it was me,” Jimmy tried to defend the other hand.

Ryan carefully pulled her out of Rip’s path and she allowed herself to go into her boyfriend’s arms despite the foreman in front of them.  Y/n worried her upper lip when Jimmy was hauled around, just healed brand on display.

“You see this, you know what it means?  Means don’t fucking touch Fred.  Don’t fucking touch,” Rip dismissed them, “now you guys can go get the supper that you didn’t earn.”

Alongside Ryan and Colby, y/n left the situation to be dealt with by the members of the ranch involved in the dirty work.  When they reached the bunkhouse, she opted to stay out for a moment, needing to decompress with a cigarette before dealing with the hands asking a million questions about the fight.

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Later that evening, after choosing to eat in the kitchen with Gator instead of deal with her family, y/n slipped away to the bunkhouse.  The chef had given her a questioning look when she left through the kitchen instead of the front door but thought better of asking and gave her a batch of cookies for the hands.

After checking in on the horses, she swung into the bunkhouse where she immediately noticed the absence of Fred and Lloyd.  A cursory glance around the room showed Jimmy asleep in his bunk and Jake gave her a reassuring nod that he was okay.  Ryan and Colby were sat on the sofa playing some convoluted card game they’d made up over their year on the ranch that nobody else understood the rules of.

“Gator made y’all cookies,” she announced, placing the box on the table and watched as they all made a dive to get the best one, “anyone would think y’all were starved.”

Ryan reached around her to pick one up, arm securely around her waist.  Y/n closed her eyes, leaning back into his chest and allowed the conversation between them to wash over her.  

“Y’all notice Fred’s bunk is empty?” Jake asked.

Y/n opened her eyes to look at him, “Rip and dad were never gonna let him stay here after all that.  Branded man and all that.  Just hope the spot gets filled before we get busy.”

“You going back to the house tonight?” Ryan asked, chin tucked over her shoulder.

She smiled, “thought I’d stay here if that suits you.”

“More than fine with me sweetheart,” he kissed her cheek, “I’d have you in my bed every night.”

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Call Me Dad- Part 5

I am loving writing this Dad! Evan Buckley series, thank you all for the lovely feedback it spurrs me to keep writing. If anyone has any Dad! Evan requests I would love to write them. Enjoy.

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Summary: Evan reluctantly tells the team about his family, specifically his eldest child. And he and (Y/n) get more than they bargained for when they go to their newest baby scan.

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"James Buckley?"

Evan glanced down at his wrist that was perched on James's shoulder. Nearly twenty minutes. That wasn't bad for being almost six in the evening. A&E was usually busier at night than it was early morning and it had been a while since Evan had come through A&E. When they came in from a call at work, they used the ambulance entrance which was situated behind the waiting area so patients could go straight to care as ambulance calls were usually more urgent.

The last time Evan had had to sit and wait here like this was probably almost two years ago when Josie fell at nursery and they thought she had broken her arm.

Evan patted his hand on James's shoulder and gently nudged his son to urge him to get up. From the moment they sat down in the waiting room, James had tucked himself under Evan's arm with his head on his dad's shoulder. It almost felt like he was a little boy again rather than a teenager.

When they got up, James kept himself wedged under Evan's arm and it almost made Evan smile if the circumstances had been different. They followed a middle-aged doctor into the assessment ward and through to a small room on the right.

"Okay, what's the problem?" James watched the doctor sit up straight in his chair but he looked no match for his dad who towered over him even when he was slightly slouched in the uncomfortable wooden chair.

"I had an accident on my bike…" He looked between the doctor and his dad, waiting until his dad nodded at him before he stood up to pull up his shirt and reveal the damage. He could feel his dad's hand smoothing up and down his back but he bristled when he noticed his dad's stance.

Evan was now slouched forward in his chair, his left elbow resting on his thigh and his hand propping his chin up. He took one look at James's chest and had to look straight ahead of him to stop the fire burning within him from overtaking his senses. Maddie had told him just before they left that she got the man's name and number plate and was going to make a report but Evan was going straight to Athena and Bobby in the morning.

Whoever did this to his son wasn't getting away with it.

"It looks like they're broken. Follow the signs for the X-ray ward, I'll send a note so they know to expect you. Depending on how many ribs are broken depends on whether we need an ultrasound of the lung or not."

"Thanks," Evan looped his arm back around James's shoulders as they left the cubicle and made a left turn, aiming for a long corridor. "It's a good job I know this place like the back of my hand." He would hate to be a stranger coming here, the doctor didn't even ask if he knew which way to go or how to get back.

He tilted his head to look down at James when he curled his arms around Evan's waist and tucked his face into the middle of his chest near his sternum.

"I don't want an X-ray," He whispered quietly, his words slightly muffled by Evan's shirt.

"It won't hurt buddy, it's just like taking a photograph." Evan leaned down to kiss the top of his head as they made a right turn and followed the sign down to the X-ray ward which thankfully wasn't far from the emergency waiting room.

He felt bad for his son. In all his thirteen years, James had never broken a bone, not even a finger or a toe. And now he had broken two or possibly three all at once.

"Have you had one before?"

"Bud, by the time I was your age I'd broken my ankle, my arm and fractured three fingers. I think I've broken almost every bone I can by now. It won't hurt and I won't leave you alone in there. I'll stay right here."

Evan learned from an early age that being sick or being ill gained him the attention his parents lacked to give him. Although it never got him the love he desired, they at least paid attention to him when he fell from his bike or fell from a tree or got knocked down in sports. He got noticed by getting hurt and it was almost an addiction, making sure he was badly enough damaged to gain the comfort and respect he should have gotten for free.

If it wasn't for Maddie looking out for him and (Y/n) coming along and changing his world, Evan probably wouldn't be standing here right now. One accident too many and he could have killed himself unintentionally.

It was a surprise to see the waiting area was empty when they arrived, but it was also a relief.

Evan sat down in one of the chairs near the window and opened his arms when James sat next to him. He wrapped both arms around his son and pressed his lips to the top of his head, gently easing him back into his chest. At least they shouldn't have to wait long if nobody else was here for an X-ray.

He could see the discomfort written all across his son's face, he didn't know how to sit or what to do with himself. Leaning into Evan's chest seemed to make him feel better, but he kept wriggling and holding his breath and if Evan accidentally touched his side, he had to bite back a cry.

"Dad…"

"Come on," Evan cradled the side of James's neck when his name was called out again but his son just stared up at him with those big blue eyes that made him melt.

Evan reeled off his name and date of birth when James stayed quiet as a mouse, tucked into his side. He refused to look at any of them and kept his face hidden in his dad's shirt. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be at home with both his parents instead of getting poked and prodded. He wanted painkillers and a drink and his bed, although James wasn't sure how he was going to sleep tonight if he couldn't even touch his right side without screaming out.

"If you could take off your shirt and stand over here for me?" The nurse looked at James with a smile but he wouldn't look at her.

"No."

"James, baby please? We need to know you're okay,"

James could feel tears welling up in his eyes again when his dad took a step back so he could take off his shirt. It hurt. He couldn't lift his right arm above his head and he started to shake when he felt his dad help ease his shirt off and place it on a vacant chair in the corner of the room. The shaking in his system was probably due to another burst of adrenaline but it made James want to be sick. He just wanted to go home. This wasn't fair. Why did someone have to knock him off his bike and not someone else?

"Come stand over here, honey."

With his hands clasped on his hips, Evan followed them and stood to the side to watch them carefully. He watched the nurse direct James in front of the screen and instruct him to hold both arms out at his sides as she moved the screen a little more towards the right.

"Try to stay still while we take the scans. If you could come and stand behind the desk with me?" She turned towards Evan and pointed to the desk behind a plastic screen and Evan nodded. He smoothed a hand over his chin and turned to face her, about to follow after her until James suddenly cried out so loud it was as if he had screamed.

"Dad don't leave me! Dad no please-"

"James, James baby calm down," With quick steps, Evan skidded over to stand in front of the dark grey screen that was placed from James's collar bone down to his knees. He stretched his arms over the top of the screen so he could cup James's face, gently swiping his thumbs over his cheeks to collect the stray tears. "Sshh, I'm here."

"D- don't go,"

"I'm not leaving you I swear. I'll be stood right behind that desk you can still see me, they need me out the way to get a clear picture but I'm not leaving. Come on, one minute and it'll all be over." Evan tilted his head down and kissed James's temple, looking at him encouragingly as he waited until James nodded before he slowly let go.

He would stand right in front of him or beside him if he had the choice, but he couldn't. He needed to be well clear so he didn't soak up any excess radiation and he couldn't be too close and ruin the scan photos or make James lose focus and move at the wrong time.

Evan folded his arms up against his chest and covered his face with his hands, digging his fingertips into his cheekbones to stop himself from screaming. The nurse had to time it right to take the photos when James wasn't shaking or it would be blurred. He decided to stay put behind the desk when the nurse went to ask James to turn sideways. He didn't want to risk upsetting James again if he moved within his sight and then disappeared round the corner again.

As soon as the second set of X-rays were done, Evan let out a shaky breath, hearing James weakly calling out for him.

"Dad,"

"I'm here, it's all done I'm here baby." He cupped his chin and kissed his temple, curving his free arm around his shoulders to reel his son into his chest. And he held his breath when he felt James's short nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "See, you did it."

"If you take him back to the emergency waiting room, the consultant will call you through to discuss the results."

"Okay. Let's put your shirt on, look."

Grabbing the shirt, Evan scrunched it up and placed his hands through the sleeves so he could gently hold James's hands. He reeled the shirt up his son's arms and then slid it over his head so he didn't have to lift his arms up and strain his chest.

They made a slow trail back towards the first waiting room back in A&E, noticing two more people had left and one couple had turned up since they'd been here. It really was a slow night. When they got to the waiting room, Evan jingled his keys around in his pocket before he sat down but he narrowed his eyes and tilted his head up when James didn't sit down next to him.

He stood in front of him, shaking his hands at his sides as he started to fidget from foot to foot with a panicked, pale expression.

"I feel sick."

"Okay… wait there a sec," Evan trapsed over to the reception desk, showing them his best smile. "Sick bucket please." The cardboard bucket looked unappealing and rather like a bed pan but it would do the trick if James threw up. Evan doubted he would, he was overwhelmed and he hadn't had any tea since they had been in a rush to get here, he was probably feeling faint from the day's events.

He headed back over to James and sat down, handing him the bucket but James looked like he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He didn't want to sit down and he didn't want to stay standing, he was uncomfortable and uneasy.

"Come here," Reaching out, he gently pulled James down until he was sat on his lap.

It had been a long time since James had sat with him like this, he may be a teenager but he looked a bit older than his age due to his height. It was different than when Evan had Josie or Cole on his lap and soon he would have two even younger kids to carry around and sit on his lap. But James was his oldest, his first baby.

And he didn't object.

He slumped down onto Evan's lap, tucked his face just beneath his dad's chin and curled up to make himself as small as possible. He kept his left arm tucked between their chests and held the sick bucket with his right hand, leaving it on his knee just in case he decided he did need to be sick.

Evan ran his hand up and down James's back and kissed the top of his head, swaying them from side to side for a while.

He wished circumstances would have been different. It would have been lovely to hug James and be this close and have one to one time with him for any other reason than being stuck in hospital. He wished they had been out on a boys afternoon spending time together or at home watching tv rather than being here. But Evan was relieved that James was clinging to him and wasn't pushing him away. He was seeking comfort that Evan was more than happy to provide for him.

Every now and then, James shimmied around and whimpered, holding the bucket close to his face but he didn't throw up. He tilted his head into Evan's neck and moaned, wishing they could just go home already.

"Shh, we won't be here much longer." His hand ran up and down James's back but he stopped swaying them when his name was called out. "See, we're going through now. Can you walk… you know I can still carry you," Evan was partly joking, just to see what reaction he would get but his eyes widened when James didn't move and just stayed burrowed into his chest.

It had been at least three, maybe four years, since Evan had properly carried James around.

"God, it's been a while, buddy." Evan huffed quietly but he wasn't complaining in the least.

He stood up with James in his arms, waiting a second so James could hook his legs around Evan's torso and slump his head onto his shoulder with the sick bucket still grasped tightly in his hand. Evan walked towards the same consultant they saw earlier and followed him back into the same cubicle. Suddenly relieved he had been doing more training at the gym so he could easily carry his eldest son around like this.

He eased James down into the chair and sat down next to him, letting James flop down and lay across his lap. James closed his eyes and curled his legs as close to his stomach as he could without causing any pain to his chest. He felt at ease when his dad's fingers tangled in his hair.

"I've got the results back… it looks like the bottom three ribs are broken and there's extensive bruising. But they are all clean breaks which is much better than fractures. I don't think we will need an ultrasound, I'll listen to his lungs to confirm his breathing is fine."

Evan scratched his jaw, his other hand freezing in James's knotted hair. So he had broken his ribs, three of them, not just two like Chimney guessed. James had never broken a bone in his life and that was an achievement to Evan, considering his own upbringing. He didn't want any of his kids to ever go through the pain of broken bones or any damage while they were still kids. He wanted his experiences kept away from theirs.

"Buddy, can you sit up please?" Evan let go of him and straightened up in his chair so that James could slowly push himself up into a sitting position.

He looked drained.

His complexion was gone, his lips were pasty and chapped, his eyes were hooded and tears were streaked down his face. He needed painkillers, sleep and love.

"Deep breaths for me," The doctor listened to his lungs for a minute before he wheeled his chair back to his desk. "They sound fine, no crackling or fluid. I'm going to bind your chest to keep the ribs in place, someone will have to do this every time he takes the bandage off for a wash. Then in three weeks, I'd like a follow up just to make sure the ribs are healing."

"That's fine." He and (Y/n) both had experience with bandages, they would be able to keep his chest wrapped tight to help with the pain.

Evan helped James hook the front of his shirt around the back of his neck so it was scrunched up but still over his shoulders. It was easier than removing the top to just put it back on again in a few minutes.

James wobbled on his feet and stood between Evan's thighs, keeping his arms out at his sides while the doctor wrapped a roll of thick bandage around his lower torso just above his belly button. Every time it curved round, James whimpered and jolted backwards into his dad's chest and he snapped his eyes closed to try and block out the discomfort and the aching feeling pulsing through his chest.

"I'd like to give him something for the pain, just a small injection to work quickly, then I can prescribe some painkillers for the first week to make him comfortable."

"That would be helpful."

An injection would get into James's system faster and would make him a lot more settled tonight if he had some quick pain relief. Then they could start him on whatever tablets he was prescribed tomorrow to keep the pain at bay and help because sleeping, twisting and carrying anything was going to be hard. James was going to be on restricted duties just like his mum.

James plonked himself back down on Evan's lap and leaned his head back on his shoulder but tremors rattled through him when the doctor scooted his chair in front of them. He had a bottle of painkillers on his desk and now a full needle in his hand. His smile was comforting, but the needle was what worried James.

"Dad…"

"Just close your eyes, don't look." Needles, sickness, blood and gore didn't bother Evan. He had seen people without body parts, with holes in their bodies, intestines falling out and muscles ripped off. A needle was miniscule compared to some of the things he had seen.

For James, they didn't bother him as much if they weren't used on him, but if it was going into his arm, then he felt uneasy. It was the look more than the feeling that usually set James on edge.

"Are you okay?" The doctor put the needle in the sharps bin when he was done but he frowned when he looked back at James, who was now breathing shallow and looked as if he couldn't hold his head up.

"No," His head flopped back onto Evan's shoulder causing his glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose and his arms went slack at his sides.

"Fuck- James, James… buddy come on," Evan kept his left arm looped tight around his son's middle to stop him sliding down to the floor while the doctor held his wrist to check his pulse. Evan curled his right hand into a fist and started to rub his knuckles up and down James's sternum, applying pressure to try and stimulate him and bring him back round.

"Is this because of his injuries or the needle?"

"He doesn't like needles- there we go, good lad. Can I take him home now?" He sat James up against his chest and patted his arm, trying to smile at him but he still looked like he was going to either faint again or be sick.

"Yes you can take him home, just call back in three weeks for a follow up."

"No problem, thank you."

"Dad?"

"Yeah, I got you buddy, we're heading home now," He carefully spun James round in his arms and picked him up, holding him against his chest so he could carry him out. He felt James's arms coil around his neck and his face buried into the crook of his neck while his legs moved to hook over his hips. Evan made sure to grab the sick bucket on the way out and headed back to the jeep.

James grumbled, coiling his arms to his chest when his dad laid him down in the passenger seat. He didn't move or complain when Evan strapped him in and when he shut the door, James slumped his head against the window.

Evan leaned his hip against the passenger door, folding one arm over his chest while his other hand fished out his phone and held it to his ear. He smiled encouragingly when James tried to look at him through the window before he closed his eyes again.

"Hi baby, we're just about to come home now." He could almost hear the relief radiating off his wife through the phone. Both of them had silently worried that James might have to stay in overnight or have more scans if his ribs were fractured in the wrong way.

"Thank God, how is he? Are they broken?"

"Yep, he's broken three ribs and a hell of a lot of bruising. They gave him a shot of pain relief and he keeled over. I uh, I'm carrying him around like he's turned into Cole. I think I might pull out the camp bed and stay in his room tonight, I don't think he's gonna sleep well."

They had a pull out bed in James's room in case he ever wanted friends to sleep over or in case Cole had a nightmare and wanted to stay in his room. Evan had already made up his mind to sleep on the camp bed, he didn't fancy leaving James alone in this state when moving his arms was hurting him. Tossing and turning in his sleep was going to wake him up in agony even with a shot of pain medication.

Evan would feel a lot better if he stayed with him in case James needed anything or he couldn't get to sleep.

"Ooh, God." (Y/n) brushed her sleeve beneath her nose, trying in vain to stop herself from crying for the third time tonight. "I've got tea ready for you both and if you stay with him, Cole can stay with me. The antibiotics are making him sick. Maddie and Chimney have already gone to make a statement."

"Just wait 'til I go and make a statement. We're leaving now so we won't be long, I swear I'm putting our house on lockdown as of now." He rounded the side of the car and hopped into the driver's seat.

He would call Bobby when they got home to ask for the week off, then none of them were leaving the house. Cole, (Y/n) and James were all going to stay in and rest and Evan wasn't letting Josie out of his sight in case she was the next one to come down with something or get hurt.

"Sounds good to me, baby."

***

"It hurts."

Evan grimaced as he put the safety pin in place and took a step back, frowning at his handiwork he was studying to make sure it wouldn't come loose.

"I know buddy but it's gotta be tight or else there's no point." If Evan wrapped the bandages round James's chest loosely, there would be no point in him having them on. They had to be tight to keep his ribs in place and try to help him heal and he had to wear the bandage for at least three weeks. None of them were going to get through the next month easily.

Evan reached up into the bathroom cupboard and placed the bandage roll back on the top shelf while James put his shirt back on. He had kept the first bandage on for two days before he kindly asked (Y/n) to take it off for him so he could get a bath. He had purposely left his chest bandage-free for an hour to breathe easier and have a break until his dad went for a shower, then he collared him to ask for help with a new bandage. Now he had a fresh roll wrapped around his torso and another ache pounding in his chest.

"Daddy!" Josie pushed open the bathroom door and clung to the door handle, swaying back and forth on her heels with a small smile in Evan's direction.

"Why do you all wait until I need the bathroom to find me?" He mused quietly with a grin. "What do you need, babygirl?"

He had barely got out the shower when James came in, shyly asking for help with his bandage. Evan had barely had chance to put his underwear on and he still hadn't shaved yet and now Josie decided she also needed his attention. Everyone in their house seemed to know exactly when Evan needed the toilet or a shower because that was when they went shouting the house down to find him.

"Mummy said she needs you now,"

Evan looked from Josie back to James who whistled and his lips formed a smirk until he realised Evan wasn't amused.

"Oi," Evan clipped the back of his hand lightly against James's shoulder before he reached out and took Josie's outstretched hand, letting her lead him out the bathroom.

"You're not dressed," She mused quietly, looking Evan up and down as she guided him down the hall towards his room. It was fairly normal for Evan to mill about the house in just a pair of jogging bottoms and no shirt, but he only went about in his boxers if he was in a rush or if he was extremely tired after a long shift.

"And who's fault is that?"

"Mummy's fault," Josie quipped back and as if to prove her point, she turned her head and ran her fingers along the tattoo etched into Evan's left wrist that she happened to be holding in a fierce grip. Josie took great pleasure in memorising all of Evan's various tattoos and telling everyone what they were, what they symbolised and if they were new or old.

She didn't like the circular bands around his forearm, but she did like the lyrics on his other arm from his elbow down to his wrist. She knew he had (Y/n)'s name on his left wrist, James's name along with his footprint from when he was born were etched across the left side of his chest just beneath his collar bone.

Obviously her favourite was her name along with the shaded grey flower on Evan's right shoulder. Then there was Cole's name on Evan's left shoulder along with a dove in flight at the end of his name. And Josie knew her dad had three other symbols etched onto his torso, his upper chest and another near his belly button.

"Alright, we'll blame your mum. Now go check on Cole for me please babygirl," Evan turned her in the right direction, planted a sloppy kiss to the top of her head and sent her off towards Cole's room.

"What's my fault?"

A grin spread across Evan's lips and he arched a brow, nudging the bedroom door shut behind him before he advanced into the room. His eyes locked on (Y/n) in an instant, seeing her sat on the end of the bed wearing just her bra and a pair of leggings. His arms folded across his chest and he stood in front of the wardrobe just a few feet in front of her.

"The fact that I'm not dressed because I was told you needed me. Urgently."

(Y/n) found her lips curving up into a smile and she playfully rolled her eyes when a charismatic look overcame Evan's features. Of course that was her fault. Why wouldn't it be?

"Dare I ask what you need me for?"

"A consult… I think I've had a bad reaction." Biting down on her lower lip, (Y/n) held her arms out in front of her and waited for Evan to see what she meant. Her eyes followed him, watching the way his grin fell into a frown and his eyes narrowed in on her arms. He let his arms flop at his sides and pushed off the wardrobe so he could cross the distance between them.

He knelt down on the carpet in front of her, gently nudging her thighs to the sides so he could squeeze between them. His hands wormed their way over her thighs before he gently cupped her wrists and stretched her arms out so he could examine them.

"What did you do?" There was no anger or irritation directed in Evan's voice, all (Y/n) could hear was concern radiating through his tone and flooding off him in waves.

"I was putting on some cream, clearly it doesn't like me." She reached beside her for the small tube of cream that had turned her hands and wrists a very dark colour with red splotches that were starting to itch. (Y/n) hadn't used this brand before, but she'd never had reactions to any creams or lotions before now, it was usually Evan and Josie who reacted to everything. The pair of them had to have very plain and simple shower creams and couldn't use bath bombs as it brought them both out in a rash.

"I think you better stay away from Aloe Vera from now on, baby."

Evan gently let go of her wrists, reminding himself to search for the antiseptic cream in a minute to see if that would help. He tossed the handcream somewhere near the bedroom door as a reminder to go and throw it in the bin before he slid his hands over her thighs again and curved them up around her hips.

He pushed up on his toes and leaned forward, balancing his weight so he could press a gentle kiss against her stomach. A low groan burned at the back of his throat when he felt (Y/n)'s fingers tangle in the short curls at the back of his head. His hands dug into the back of her hips and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings, curling his lips into a smirk when she looked down at him.

"What are you doing?"

"What, you can't guess?" He shifted up until he was crouching between her thighs, both hands planted down on the mattress either side of her and he leaned forward to steal a kiss.

"And when the kids come looking for us?"

A wolfish grin spread across Evan's lips that hovered so close to hers that she could feel each shallow breath he took. "I'm sure they can wait ten minutes. We're busy."

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Idk if you're already planning this but part 2 to driver license? If it was meant to be a 1 part type of thing, don't worry about it! You are just so good at writing cliffhangers lol

WANT YOU BACK, CONRAD FISHER.

PAIRING Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Angst, self sabotage, fluff at the end. There may be grammatical and spelling errors since English is not my first language.

SUMMARY Conrad was going through a difficult time so he decided it was best for the two of you to break up. Although after time he realizes that the best thing for both of you is to be together, so he takes you back.

SONG Want You Back by 5 Seconds Of Summer.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | CONRAD'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST | PART ONE

Love. A beautiful and dangerous feeling, it can make you the happiest person as well as it can make you feel the most miserable.

Some people say that when you love something, you fight for it. But letting go is also loving.

So that's what Conrad did.

He thought and thought of a solution for your relationship with him. How he could let you into his soul and share what he was feeling when he found out about his mother's cancer, but he didn't want to share his pain. He didn't want you to feel like him.

Not after what you've had to go through after your father died of cancer too.

So he kept it all to himself.

What ended up exploding everything was that his silence made you interpret something else.

That he didn't love you anymore.

But damn, Conrad loved you, of course he did. How could he not?

You had been with him for a long time, despite everything, and that was why it was difficult to let you go, he didn't want to, but it would be more painful for both of you if he prolonged it any longer.

"So, that's it? You just decided you don't want anything to do with me, huh?" You let out a wry laugh, tears running down your cheeks. You cleaned them more aggressively than you intended and Conrad swore he felt his heart break in his chest.

He suddenly felt that the collar of his shirt was tighter than normal.

Sensing that a panic attack was coming, he couldn't say anything else. Although he wanted to, he couldn't.

"Ours is over." He managed to murmur without being able to look at you and you stifled a sob, nodding without looking at him neither. You finally left without saying another word.

The moment you left the house, Conrad felt like he could die right there.

But deep down, he knew that was for the best, even if you came to hate him.

But if it was the best, then why couldn't he stop thinking about you? Why did he keep stopping in front of your door but not knocking? Why did his body long to exist next to yours?

He sighed and sat on the seashore, thinking about what he could do.

He wanted you back.

"I was so stupid." He threw a rock into the sea.

But he won't make a move, not if it meant you could get hurt more.

Months passed and Conrad did not make another move.

Although when he saw you laughing with Jeremiah at a party, spending time with the girls, Conrad had the need to run to you and hug you so as not to let go of you ever again.

But that never happened.

Until one night when he was sitting in the living room of the summer house he decided it was time.

Then he heard the sound of a car engine shutting off near the sidewalk.

"Y/n." He muttered as he looked out the window and went straight to open the door of the house.

Your gaze collided with his and he could see all the damage he had caused in you by walking away.

Minutes that seemed eternal passed until you got out of the car and met him in the middle of the sidewalk.

His jaw was tense, holding back the urge to kiss you or hug you or both.

When he made to caress your cheek you threw yourself into his arms, forgetting everything that had happened before that moment.

And Conrad finally felt like he could breathe.

He hid his face in your hair, loving to finally have you in his arms once again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

You didn't say anything at that moment but you let yourself be carried away by the heat of his body against yours.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

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JEALOUS

Part two

Theodore Nott x Y/n Millicent reader

Friends to lovers- ANGST

Summary: The morning after the damage has already been done is always the hardest to fix things between two best friends who feel more than friendship.

The feeling of discomfort was the second worst feeling for Y/n because the first was feeling strange in a place she used to feel good. And Y/n was almost certain that at that moment, the two feelings were very close to each other.

The morning after, the group skipped breakfast and went straight to lunch. One thing everyone at the table could agree on was that the Slytherin elite seemed very uncomfortable. Sitting on the opposite side of the table from Theodore, Y/n's leg bounced up and down. The image of waking up naked in Mattheo's bed, with Theodore coming out of the shower, remained vivid in her mind as a source of discomfort. It felt strange for both of them not to be sitting side by side, especially after a party, a time when they would typically look out for each other.

Y/n felt herself sink into the bench, and her appetite diminished immensely. Thus, she pushed her plate away and stood up, anguished.

— Where are you going? Pansy asked, attracting the attention of all her friends.

— I've lost my appetite.

— But where are you going? Daphne asked with concern, her expression resembling that of a child inquiring about their mother, prompting Y/n to offer a weak smile.

— I have things to study. See you later. Everyone agreed with a deadly silence that embarrassed the group but left the rest of the students curious.

— Is she okay? Draco asked Pansy, who showed him the middle finger and got up angrily.

— This is your fault

— I didn't know that….

Daphne sighed and rested her head on the table, feeling a migraine starting to creep in. In a sudden move, Theodore got up from the table not long after Pansy and left the Great Hall quickly.

— Teddy! Anastasia called out. — Teddy bear! Anastasia, who had risen from the Gryffindor table, called to Theodore. He turned to her, much as Y/n had upon entering the Great Hall.— I missed you... I thought we'd see each other later.

— I don't have time for this, Anastasia. Last night was a mistake. Theo gestured with his hands in front of her face, glancing back where Y/n had left as soon as the nickname he used for her in their third year allowed her to call him.

— Fuck.

— Teddy?

— Don't call me that.

Theodore said rudely, and Anastasia grimaced.

— Who do you think you're talking to?

— Apparently you, but I wish it weren't.

— Excuse me? The girl stopped in front of Nott, and he, impatiently, placed his hands on her shoulders, not caring if he caused a scene. He needed to get to Y/n and make it clear that what he had done was foolish

— Listen to me, I've fucked a lot of people here and you were just another one. It won't happen again because you're the girl who hurt my best friend, so stop. He growled in her face, and the innocent look faded from Anastasia's expression. She stomped away.

— Oh, Theodore, believe me, no one hurt her more than you did. — she rolled her eyes — She was dying for you to fuck her, that's why it was so fun for me. I could see in her eyes how desperate she was, she seemed like a desperate slut. The redhead smiled maliciously and slapped the boy's face. He snorted and left the Great Hall without worrying about the whispers. He needed to apologize to his girl.

Theodore run as fast as he could to catch up with Y/n, who was still walking slowly down the hallway.— Hey! He shouted and saw the girl shake her head.

— What about our Italian lessons ? — Theo sighed, hating that if he allowed it, tears would fall from his eyes, and those tears would make his father call him ridiculous — Dolcezza…

— I think I'm dead, Theodore, I can't. Y/n rolled her eyes as her voice faltered.

— Don't call me, Theodore, mi amore.

— What should I call you, Theodore? Y/n mocked the boy while trying not to cry.

— Y/n… don't be dramatic, mi amore.

— Dramatic? I'm not being dramatic, Theodore. — Y/n turned abruptly to look at the boy not as far away as she had imagined he would be — Then tell me, tell me what I should call you.

— You should call me... Y/n interrupted Theodore before he could finish his sentence and shook her head with the same whispered tone as his.

—No, I shouldn't. She swallowed hard and looked at him with sad eyes. It was almost inevitable for her to wonder if she was being too dramatic, but that thought soon passed when she remembered her psychology lessons emphasizing the need for time to think.

— Go back to the Great Hall. Her anger softened in her voice when she saw him approaching.

— You are mad at me. — I'm fine!

— You can't be mad at me for what you did too! Theodore frowned and shrugged eagerly.

— You slept with the only person who really hurt me, she killed my cat when he was the only thing that calmed me down because I was away from home. My parents didn't see me for four months. FOUR MONTHS because they believed Nino had a communicable disease and he had nothing and you know it because you heard me cry every night without stopping because I was feeling alone. Y/n clenched her jaw and walked towards the Italian with her finger pointed at his face, which was pushed away when he retorted.

— You fucked up with Mattheo, damn it! Y/n mocked Theodore's argument and rolled her eyes as she walked away again while he followed her frantically.

— Go fuck yourself.

— You slept with Mattheo in my bed! You woke up in MY bed with him by your side. Theo shouted as he stepped in front of the girl, preventing her from continuing her walk.

— And since when do you care about that, Theodore? You fucked every single girl in this fucking school and now when I slept with ONE person you're get mad? — a sob escaped from Millicent's lips as she wrinkled her nose uncomfortably — You can't do this. Her voice became quieter and more vulnerable. — It should have been you, but you decided to sleep with her on my birthday.

— You sat on him in a way that I thought... I thought. Theodore's voice had also lowered in tone, and he looked at her seriously for the first time since the beginning of the discussion.

— It was a damn truth or dare game, we always did stupid things and we both know it means nothing, you fool. If I knew it would hurt you, I wouldn't have done a damn thing… — she murmured — But apparently you don't think the same way.

She turned away again, but this time Theodore just stood there, looking at her back, disappearing down the hallway.

— I would never do anything to hurt you, Y/n. I love you.

Theo shouted from afar, afraid to see her leave. He didn't want her to go like this, but he didn't know how to fix that mess.

— I can't believe you, Theodore, you lied about the dress. About her being at the party and wanting her there, maybe I'm being dramatic, but I can't believe you love me rigth now.

_____

So dramatic, I love it😍

Requests are open, message me if you have any ideas💞

Read the last part here

[newkatzkafe2023]

What if Male (Y/N) have a power like Dabi from my Hero academy.

"I haven't watched much of the anime but all I know is that he has a fire powers but is blue and it's burning his skin plus when he cry he cry blood come out his eyes that's canon"

Let's just say Male (Y/N) try to show up his power to Monkey king at first it was a normal fire.

But then the fire turn blue and it was out of control-

Making him burn

And of course Male (Y/N) didn't die but he was dramatized for sure.

"so- how well the Monkey king react"

(Lmk Wukong) Oh come on man he's suffered enough. He saw that you were showing him a cool trick with your power. But the second it turned blue. Which he thought was the trick. And it actually started to burn you and your limbs. He started having horrifying flashbacks of when he was possessed by lady bone demon and force to go get the samahi fire. After he put you out He held you close shaking you might want to pause on that for a little While.

(NR Wukong) He is calm and panicking at the same time. He was looking at you and your party trick until something changed. But Then suddenly your fire became blue and it started to burn you and start to fire around the garage. He was quick to push you in the water like he does to Li. And when you pulled back off , all you had with severe burns on your left arm He helped you out and put burn cream and bandages On your arm, then he tells you not to do the fire. Trick anymore until you both can figure out the answer to what just happened , which you didn't have a problem with.

(HIB Wukong) Went straight into action putting you out. He knew when something was not Part of the show and the second your fire turned blue It knew something was up. He helped you with the severe burns you received from this Sudden event and got you to the village Is doctor to get some kind of burned cream for you. I advise you don't do it any more until you both can figure out what just happened.

(MK Reborn Wukong) He wasn't worried at first, but the second The fire changed color It did make him nervous. Then he totally freaked out when It started to burn you and your for Which he does not remember ever happening to you. So he quickly pushed you in the lake next to you which put out the fire. When you got out of the water you got to when he saw the damage it did to your arm. He was yelling at you the whole time not to do whatever you more. As he was pulling you towards the village doctor.

(Netflix Wukong) Oh no don't scare the baby. He always loved your fire tricks. And how you would entertaining him in the village with it until one day. You were in the middle of your show and your fire turned the Blue. And for the first time ever, it actually started to leave Burns and hurt you when he realized What was going on he and Lin And some village people help The fire on your skin out while someone ran to get a doctor. It has shooking up a bit because it's never happened Before But Wukong clinged onto you crying And shaking from this event I don't think you can look at fire without thinking about that day.

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High school Sweethearts pt.8 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT9, PT10, rest of the parts on my Masterlist!

(Femreader x Chris Sturniolo, fighting, MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, A TOXIC HOUSEHOLD AND CHEATING, blood, light fluff)

A/n: poor y/n (sorry if this is a sensitive subject (family abuse etc.) if you don’t want to read about Y/n’s abusive past I put a bold red marker to let you know when it starts to talk abt it in detail and when it finishes so you can skip that part, you won’t miss much except a bit of y/n’s backstory! ily and don’t want y’all to be uncomfortable x)

Michael looks down at me as I walk towards him, he laughs sarcastically “I’m terrifie..” I throw my fist towards his nose and his head throws back and he stumbles, losing his balance.

He falls onto the floor blinking quickly as his hand flies up to his nose and I see blood dripping down, his eyes water. “Oh shit..�� matt chuckles. I stand there in shock that I just hit him, “I’m gonna fucking kill you..” Michael hisses as he leans forward to lift himself up and he reaches out to try and pull my leg.

I kick my foot forward, straight into the bottom of his chin. Still feeling angry, somewhat at Michael but also to do with my mother, his comments fuelling my already intense anger begging to be let out. He falls onto his back and I lean down on top of him and grab his shirt, I punch him straight in the side of the jaw.

A crowd has already gathered, some filming with their phones, Matt just standing next to me nervously fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, wanting to stop me but not knowing how. Michael is still conscious, “shit you’re..” he splutters as I breathe heavily, “just like your father..” his voice quivers but he still try’s to keep a snarky look on his face, I start to punch him in the face repeatedly, not realising how much damage I was doing.

Those words ring through my head, being the same ones my mother had said to me the night before. I grip his shirt tightly, my knees situated either side of his waist. His eyes watering from the impact, “you gonna cry?” I spit sarcastically, his hand comes up to my hip and grips it tightly, “this is kinda hot..” he mumbles.

I instantly stand up, “what the fuck?” My face shifts from anger to disgust. “Pervert.” He lays on the floor, blood all over his face, dripping from his mouth, his nose and the cuts on his face from the ring that I have on my middle finger.

“Shit..” I whisper to myself, realising what I just did to him. “Didn’t realise you packed such a punch.” Matt whispers to me, laughing softly in disbelief. I glare at him, blood splattered over my top and my knuckles cut up and his smile drops. Adrenaline rushes through my body.

I hear people running from behind the crowd of people and they all move out the way, “What the fuck?!” Evan yells. My head shoots up and I see him standing there, looking between the bloody mess on the floor and up at me. “Nate get Chris to come here..” Evan calls back into the crowd and about 30 seconds later Chris pushes through the crowd.

His face dropping as he notices Michael writhing in pain on the floor, “what the..” he whispers and Evan points at me and I feel my heart drop as Chris looks up at me.

Chris’ POV

“What the..” I breathe out and I notice Evan pointing so I look up, I see y/n standing there, her hairs a mess and her hands and shirt are covered in blood. “Y/n?” I ask and she looks away from me, embarrassment plastered across her face.

I walk towards her and she steps back, I see Matt to the side of her I look at him and he is clearly scared. “He started it..” Matt whispered to me, y/n looks at Matt and then swallows hardly before looking up at me, her eyes full of regret but also her pupils wide. “I’m sorry..” her voice cracks and a tear falls down her cheek.

“Where’s the fucking teachers when you need them?!” I hear Evan shout from behind me. Her eyes widen and she moves out of my way, grabbing her bag and darting up the stairs behind her. A few teachers finally push through the crowd and make eye contact with me. “I should’ve known it’d be you Chris.” My science teacher yells, “it was y/n.” Evan corrects him.

No matter how much I wanted to take the blame for it, people are recording so it’s obvious it wasn’t me. “What?” The teacher shouts in disbelief. “It’s true sir I have a video.” A girl speaks from further into the crowd and others agree.

“You okay Michael?” A teacher leans down to him, “maybe?” Michael replies, “can you move?” The teacher spoke with concern, “I can move my body but she was attacking my face, I didn’t do nothing.” He barely spoke, his voice hoarse.

“That’s not true, he was provoking her.” Matt spoke out from next to me, the teacher looks up, “you were there the whole time?” They ask Matt. He nods, confusion washes over my face, “wait why..” I’m cut off by the teacher, “come with us we need a statement, and someone go find Y/n.”

I wait for the teachers attention to leave me and I run up the stairs following where y/n had gone.

It was a fucking scene, his face was puffy and blood everywhere, he must’ve really provoked her. I notice a light on in the closet that we passed the day we met each other, I push down on the handle and notice it’s locked, I knock the door. “It’s me..” I whisper and I hear the lock click.

I walk in and see y/n sat on a stool in there, her makeup smudged and blood on her chin. I lock the door behind me and turn off the light, “they’ll see you.. if you have that on.” I hesitantly say.

“Do you hate me?” She asks, her voice breaking. I shake my head, “no.” I sigh and grab a bucket and turn it upside down before sitting in front of her, her face slightly illuminated from the light coming from the cracks around the door.

“I really didn’t mean to hurt him, that badly anyway.” She goes to wipe her eyes and disgustedly looks at her blood covered hands before placing them back in her lap. “I know.” I speak calmly before looking around at the shelves, there was a box. ‘Cleaning supplies’ I grab it and open it up before digging through for something to clean her up with.

I find cleaning wipes, I place my hand out for her and she puts her hand in mine, I start to wipe softly removing the blood, I wipe over her knuckles and she sharply inhales, I notice the cuts on her knuckles “sorry.” I whisper.

After I clean up her hands I discard of the wipe on the floor. “He said the same thing that my mom said, which is when I started to punch him more..” she spoke lightly, trying to keep herself from crying. I think back to what she told me last night, “that you were..” I wait for her to finish it, “just like my father yeah.” She breathed out, her voice wobbling.

I shake my head and lower it, I’m not sure what her father did for it to be such a bad thing to compare her to but I understand that that’s her struggles and I’m not gonna pry.

IF UR SENSITIVE TO THIS SUBJECT I ADVISE SKIPPING THIS PART.. I HAVE MADE ANOTHER ONE OF THESE TEXTS TO SAY WHEN ITS NOT TOO BAD! (IF UR FINE W IT THEN CARRY ON READING x)

“I know you want to ask me..” she brings me out of my daydream, “what?” I ask, “about my father,” my eyes widen, “how did you know?” I hesitantly reply. “I can see it in your face.” She sighs.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, I was just.. curious.” I smile at her to try to let her know I’m not judging her.

Y/n’s POV

I breathe in, “you know it’s just me and my mom yeah?” He nods, “my dad walked out on us like 3 years ago.” I swallow the lump in my throat, Chris nods again, not saying anything to allow me to talk. “He wasn’t a nice person, to say the least, since I can remember he used to, hit my mom.” I feel tears in my eyes.

“She used to hit him too it was like a double sided abusive relationship, and he didn’t hit me..” I feel tears falling out my eyes and dripping onto my blood stained shirt, “until he did.” I choke. Chris’ eyes widen and he grabs my hand. “Shit y/n..” his eyes gloss over.

“He hit me almost everyday for about, less than a year before my mother cheated on him, he found out..” I wipe my eyes, “and beat the guy up and just packed up and I watched him walk out the door, not knowing he wasn’t coming back.” I break down into tears and Chris stands up, pulling me into a hug. “I don’t know how Michael knew to say that to piss me off, maybe Evan told him but Evan only knew my dad hit my mom because my mom was telling him ages ago..”

FROM HERE AND ON IT DOESN’T MENTION IN DETAIL BUT MIGHT STILL TALK ABOUT IT SLIGHTLY! (ily❤️)

Chris plants a kiss on the top of my head, “Evan will do anything to try to upset or piss someone off, he did it to Matt.” Chris replied, I nodded, “that’s the whole reason I was by the stairs with Matt, he looked sad and I asked him what’s up and then Michael told me to, and I quote ‘pick a triplet’ or something.” I roll my eyes and Chris smiles.

“Little does he know you have.” Chris sits back down on the bucket. I nod and smile back at him. “I think I’m gonna go let the teachers yell at me or whatever they’re gonna do.” I sigh, “they took Matt to the principals office for a statement and if he saw and heard everything I think you won’t be in too much trouble.” Chris reassures me.

I walk down the stairs to see the janitor mopping up the spot where Michael once lay, I keep my head down and I make my way to the principals office, next door to the principal’s office is the nurses office, I look through the glass on the door and see Michael sat up, the nurse cleaning up his face.

I knock the principal’s door and his secretary opens it. Her face drops, and she turns back, “here she is.” She says bluntly before ushering me into the room. Matt is sat infront of the desk writing down on a piece of paper, probably the statement they wanted. The principal motions for me to sit down next to Matt.

The principal clears his throat and his eyes travel to the blood stained shirt that I’m wearing, I uncomfortably look to the side not wanting to make eye contact. Matt looks to me and smiles softly and I smile back, “so, y/n it has come to my attention that you and Michael had an altercation not long ago.. am I correct?”

I nod “yes that’s right.” I stutter nervously, Matt puts the pen and paper down, “sorry to interrupt but I finished writing that.” The principal nods and Matt leaves the room, placing his hand on my shoulder before walking out.

“Before we make any assumptions or conclusions, I want to hear your side of the story.” The principal leans forward and grabs the paper Matt had just written on, “okay.” I breathe in before explaining the situation in detail.

“After Evan asked where the teachers were, I ran upstairs in fear.” I lean back in my chair, “okay.. reading Matts statement, yours and his stories match up, you both mentioned Michael bringing up your father?” The principal asked me, interlocking his fingers and staring at me. I nod, “knowing what went on with your father we can understand how that would anger you.” One of my old friends told the school when they found out about what my father did.

“Yep.” I scratch my nose. “You are very much in trouble because of the intensity of his injuries, his nose is broken but other than that he will have a black eye for a while and some cuts on his face.” I nod in agreement, “we will have to let your mother know,” I inhale and bite the inside of my mouth “but you are allowed to return to school tomorrow, since this is a first for you.” I swallow nervously.

“Okay thanks.” I mumble, “also something you missed out but Matt has written is that Michael gripped your hip when you were on top of him and said something inappropriate to you?” Shit I forgot to mention that, “oh yeah, sorry I forgot that.” I clear my throat and the principal nods.

“We will make sure he gets punished also, you’re a good kid y/n, keep it that way.” He spoke sternly but calmly. “My secretary is on the phone to your mother who will have to pick you up. She is explaining what has happened and I trust you will fill your mom in on the blanks.” I nod.

I sit in the reception, my leg shaking knowing I’m going to get yelled at by my mother, I feel my phone buzz, chris texted me “you goin to jail? x” I let out a chuckle before replying “no, they actually were understanding and now I’m getting picked up by my mom x” I see the typing bubble, “hope she’s not too hard on you x” I smile. “She probably will, doesn’t matter tho x” I put my phone in my pocket.

I hear the sliding doors open and my mother walks over to me.

A/n: omg I litro got carried away sorry if this part is long, what’s y’all’s thoughts on the situation. I feel so bad for y/n knowing her background now (I was the one who wrote it and im crying like wtf😂😭) anyways i love you all and thanks for 400 followers!

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Screw It In Tight - (j.b)

Summary: Just a normal day to go to the car shop and get yours repaired. Nothing out of the ordinary right? Well… not really. Your mechanic looks too hot for his own good. Will you be able to control your raging hormones around each other?

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), mechanic!Jacob, strangers to lovers, unprotected sex (be safe irl!), clothed sex, major creampie, fingering, orgasm denial, French kissing, groping, teasing, pet name (sweetheart)

A/N: Happy Birthday to our heaven-sent Jacob! I had fun writing this and really felt in my element. Okay I mentioned there's a crotch zipper in the overall I know that's not how overalls work but fuck it HAHA enjoy 😘

On a fine Saturday afternoon, your dad tasked you with bringing his car to the shop to have it repaired. For a while, the car had been having trouble starting properly, taking a few tries to get the engine running before you could drive out.

In the middle of driving, it would make strange jittery sounds, making the car ride to the auto shop pretty nerve-wracking. Luckily, you made it there in one piece.

As soon as you parked and got out of the car, you saw a pair of denim-covered legs wheeled under another car. You walked towards the figure, suspecting that this was the person you needed to talk to about your car troubles.

“Uh, excuse me? I'm here to get my car fixed,” you asked. As soon as you finished, the mechanic wheeled himself out from under, pulling himself up.

He was all sweaty, hands covered in grease, wearing nothing under his denim overalls. His muscles all big and shiny from the sheen of sweat from the heat. He looked like he came straight out of an erotic novel.

Oh dear god…

“Hey, what can I help you with, sweetheart?” his melodic voice snapped you back from your trance. This can't be real…

“I-uh. I-I'm here to get my dad's car f-fixed,” you repeated yourself, stuttering like a fool.

“You're my 2 o'clock?” he questioned, wiping the sweat on his forehead and draping the hand towel on his shoulder.

“Yeah I'm yours. Ah- wait. No, I meant I'm your 2 o'clock”. You internally panicked as your cheeks started becoming warm. Your eyes tried to look somewhere for a moment other than his.

Get a fucking grip, you mentally cursed yourself.

“Uh-huh…” his eyes quickly checked you out before subtly licking his lips and smiling. Amused at how a pretty thing like you was all nervous.

“W-why do you ask?” you questioned as your eyes glued to your shoes.

“I was expecting the middle-aged man I was on the phone with to appear-” he paused while walking up to you and stopping just enough to have a proper distance in-between you two.

You looked up at him as soon as you saw his shoes in your peripheral. Oh, god, he's even more handsome up close.

“-but this is much better.” He smiled, making your knees buckle. He stuck out his hand in front of you. “I'm Jacob.” You reached out to shake his hand and told him your name in return.

He swore he's never heard a name sweeter than yours, repeating it back to you so he could remember how smoothly it rolls off his tongue.

“Okay, let's see the damage…” He clapped his hands together before going over to your car.

After a few minutes looking at the car parts in question, he closed the hood of the car and smiled back at you.

“Alright, so it's not that bad. Just need to adjust a few parts, then you can be on your way. I can get this done in a few hours, as soon as you get back,” he said.

“Oh-uh, okay,” you shyly replied. There was a quick awkward silence between you two.

“… well, if you don't have anything to do while waiting, you wanna keep me company instead?”

“I've never fixed a car before…” you replied.

“That's alright, sweetheart. You don't have to do the work. Just sit there and continue looking pretty for me while you hand me the tools. Sound good?” he smiled.

You instantly blushed from the compliment. He called you pretty.

You nodded in response as you seemed to forget what words were in that moment.

“Let's get to it then!”

Staying to “help” Jacob wasn't as bad as you thought. The more time passed by, the more you were getting to know each other better. From recent TV shows, music, literally anything under the sun. In-between, you would even ask him the different parts of the engine you see, and he happily explained.

You also noticed how being warm and gentle comes naturally to him every time he would give you a smile or laugh at something you said. Oh, you were starting to fall. Was this normal?

“So what got you into fixing cars?” you asked.

“Well, my uncle would always call me to either hand him tools or just watch while he would fix the car. Then one day he actually let me fix a car on my own, and I guess it just came naturally to me,” he shrugged while hovering over the open hood and tightening a loose screw inside.

“Would you be able to teach me sometime?” You smiled at him. He looked over his shoulder and smiled back, making your heart pound against your chest.

“Wanna try now?” he looked at you with excitement in his eyes.

“I don't know…”

“It's okay. I'll guide you. Come here.” He motioned his hand.

You slowly got off from the stool you were sitting on and walked towards him. He instantly handed you the wrench and walked behind you.

“You see that bolt there?” He pointed out the part in question, his other free hand lightly resting on your waist. You felt the warmth of his body radiating behind you. His voice was a little too close to your ear, making your spine shiver.

“Y-yeah…” you gulped.

“Just tighten that using the wrench, and we'll be done for the day.”

“Really? Just this last bit?” you looked over your shoulder to face him. His face was closer to you than you anticipated.

“Yeah! I'll let you finish the job.” He grinned.

You turned back quickly before he could see you blush like a little schoolgirl and did what he said. As you screwed the bolt in, you let out a very faint grunt that nearly sounded like a moan.

You felt his fingers press further into your waist and heard him mumble something under his breath that you couldn't catch.

“Is this good?” you asked.

He leaned his other hand forward to where you were holding the wrench, making his body push against yours as his bulge nestled in-between your ass.

“Tighter.” He whispered in your ear.

Your eyes nearly rolled back from the vibrations of his deep voice coursing through your body, attempting to ignore the slight throb in your cunt as you tightened the bolt until it was firmly set in its place.

“There!” you exclaimed.

“Good job, sweetheart.” He purred in your ear.

“T-thank you….” You felt your hands clamming up. You were ready to dash out of this place before you embarrass yourself any further.

Before things started getting awkward, you both took a step back so Jacob could finally close the hood of the car. You handed him back the wrench, and he walked towards his table to set it down.

As you wiped the sweat on your cheek, Jacob called out your name. The moment you turned around, he saw a small bit of grease on your cheek and chuckled before walking back to you with a clean hand towel.

“What's so funny?” You smiled back at him.

“You got a little something there.” He pointed to your cheek. But before you could react, he took the towel from his hand and wiped it gently for you.

Your breath hitched at the close proximity of his face with yours. You could feel his breath lightly fanning on your lips. Your mind was getting dizzy just from smelling his cologne mixed with his sweat.

His eyes shifted to yours after wiping the stain on your cheek. He felt the same electricity you felt. Your eyes glimmering naturally, putting him into some kind of trance the more he stared into them.

Without realizing it, he cupped the side of your cheek with his hand and leaned closer, his bottom lip grazing yours. You gasped at the light friction.

“Is this okay?” He whispered into your mouth.

You nodded as he finally leaned in to kiss you. You started wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands pulled you closer by the waist. You kissed each other as if you've done it before. Your lips fitting perfectly together like a puzzle piece.

As soon as you opened your mouth in between the kiss, Jacob didn't hesitate to snake his tongue inside. The wet muscle tried to explore the taste of you as you whimpered from the way it moved inside your mouth.

You returned the gesture, doing the same thing. Tongues molding into one another as he let out a groan. This continued for a moment until you both stopped to catch your breath.

He immediately spun you around and pressed your hips against the hood of the car, holding your waist in place as he pressed his hard on against your ass. His other hand brushed the hair on your neck aside as he litters your skin with kisses and light bites.

“Not gonna lie, sweetheart, the moment I saw you enter, I knew I was a goner..s'fucking pretty…” he mumbled against your skin, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear. His hands started traveling towards your chest, squeezing the flesh of your tits as he continued to kiss your neck.

You continued to whimper from the sensations of his warm mouth and hands on you. Massaging your breasts and pinching your sensitive buds through your blouse. His hand let go of one of your breasts and rubbed the curve of your ass with his palm before he snaked it under your skirt.

His fingers immediately rubbed your folds through your soaking underwear. You felt his lips smirk against your neck.

“So fucking wet. This all for me, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Uh-huh…” you moaned out. Proper words becoming non-existent at this point.

You felt him push your underwear to the side, immediately dipping his middle finger inside your wet hole. He didn't take his time as he pumped his digit in and out of you. Hearing the squelch of your cunt, sending his cock to throb, the front of his boxers starting to become wet just like yours.

“M-more Jacob. Pleaaaseee….” you begged. He added another finger, pistoning them inside you like there's no tomorrow.

“Baby, I'm so hard for you- shit…” he groaned against your ear as he started curling his fingers inside you. He felt you getting close to your high as your moans started slurring and your velvety walls clenched his digits tighter. As you felt yourself at the very edge of your orgasm, he immediately pulled his fingers out.

“Wait-no!” you panted.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I really wanna feel you cum around my cock. Is that okay?” he asked.

“O-okay…” you mumbled.

You started hearing the front of his overalls unzip behind you. He shoved his fingers inside your mouth, letting you taste your sweet juices as he pulled out his incredibly hard and heavy cock from his boxers.

He gave his cock a few pumps before pressing his leaking tip into your hole.

“F-fuckkkk” now it's his turn to stutter. It's only the tip of his cock inside, and you already felt so warm and tight for him, knowing he won't be lasting long as soon as he pushes his whole length inside you.

You didn't even have time to see what his cock looks like. But you could definitely feel it pushing all the way inside you, stretching you out so good.

Oh, he's a thick one.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he checked up on you.

“M-move…” and just like that, he started pounding his cock inside you. Burying himself so deep to make the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

He wrapped his arm around your neck, flushing your back against his as he continued to drag his heavy cock in and out of your walls. The sounds of skin slapping and mixed juices squelching making lose his mind. His balls slapping against your ass as he gives you hard and deep thrusts.

“I-I don't think I can last long, sweetheart. I'm so close…” he groaned.

“C-cum with me.” you whined.

“Where?” he pants. His cock throbbing inside you as he aches for his release.

“Inside. Please, inside!” He let out a guttural groan as soon as he explodes inside you. His cock throbbing and twitching as he keeps cumming inside you. The type of load that is bound to rush out of your tiny hole quick the moment he pulls out.

He lightly kissed your neck to help you both calm down as he slowly pulled his cock out of you, making sure none of his cum dripped on your clothes or shoes.

“Stay there, I'll help you get cleaned up.” He tucks his member back inside his overalls before rushing to get a fresh warm towel to wipe you down with.

As soon as you're both done fixing yourselves, he hands you the keys and walks you over to your car. He lays his hand on top of yours as you reach for the door handle.

“Will… I be able to see you again?” he shyly asks, his eyes shimmering with hope. You place your index finger on your lips and tap them, pretending to look like you're in deep thought.

“Take me out on a date, and maybe you can.” You smile back at him. His heart instantly melts at that. He leans forward to kiss you one last time.

“Deal.”

“Hey kiddo, you're home late.” Your dad announces as soon as you close the front door.

“Uh- yeah, I decided to help the mechanic a little bit. You know, learn about cars.” You try to hold back a grin forming on your lips as you remember what had just happened to you a few moments earlier.

“That's good! So I believe you've met Jacob then?” your dad asks.

“Yeah, I did. He's very nice…” you smile.

“Good.” He replies. “You know… I think you should try going out with that fellow. He's a real gentleman. Might be your type.” Your dad suggests.

And that's when you chuckle. Your hot and steamy moment replaying in your mind,

“Yeah, a real gentleman alright…”

[katerina-marie]

Bathtub Confessions (Eres Tú)

Sukuna x Reader

Part 4

The one where you learn that certain confessions don't always have to be romantic, but others certainly do.

Word Count: 5.7k

Notes: Sukuna x Reader celebrity!au. Takes place directly after part three. Song of inspiration: Eres Tú by Carla Morrison

Content: bandmember Sukuna x actor female Reader (referred to as such, but left descriptively vague), no y/n, manager Nanami, bodyguard Toji, actor Gojo, found family vibes, some angst, fluff, crack, humor, out of character Sukuna (he's so fluffy), suggestive, maybe lightly explicit, tho no sex actually occurs (sorry), so please avoid accordingly.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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“Should I change my name?”

A beat of silence. A drop of water.

“No.”

“Should I get a wig?”

Another beat of silence. A clink of glass on tile.

“No.” 

“Should I flee the country?”

A minuscule half second of silence.

“Not if you’re going to quit paying me,” Toji grumbled. 

His response made the frown on your face dip down further on your lips, and you rolled your head against the back of your porcelain tub to stare at the ceiling.

“Is that all you see me as?” you whined, “A paycheck?”

“You want me to lie?” 

“That’s it, I’m going to drown myself.” 

That gets a long, heavy sigh from your bodyguard and you can hear him readjust himself on the chaise lounge seated in the middle of your expansive bathroom before he carries on.

“First off,” he grunts, “no you’re not. That would require me to pull your sad self naked from the tub, and we both know we don’t want that. Second…you know you’re not just a paycheck.” Toji goes quiet for a moment. “I’d like to think that we’ve become a sort of family over the last couple years, you, me, and Nanami. Shoot, even Megs too when he’s around.” 

His soft confession brings a smile to your face, and you turn your head to the right to look in his direction from behind a large mahogany privacy screen. It stands tall, wrapping just barely around the ends of your tub where your feet and head lay, keeping you securely tucked away from any prying eyes. It found its way there long ago, because this wasn’t the first time that Toji had played therapist from his dedicated chaise while you lounged in a hot bath and the two of you shared a bottle of wine. 

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, “I’m grateful you’re my friend…and my family.” 

“Don’t worry about it, I know you are. But don’t go on getting too upset or sentimental just because you’ve had a rough day. Things haven’t been that bad,” Toji said, and you groaned at the reminder.

After finally arriving home safely—no thanks to you—Toji immediately went into damage control mode and spent the afternoon fielding phone calls and text messages, though nothing too serious had been blown your way yet. 

You had received a none-too-pleased email from the producer of the movie you and Satoru were co-starring in, accusing you of sabotaging the release by not waiting to reveal your relationship with Sukuna until after the movie premiered in a few short months (as if he couldn’t tell that what happened today wasn’t by choice). Luckily, Satoru swooped in with his sweet-talking words and buttered the producer right back into promising extra money for a job well done. Though Satoru’s idea of fixing things was convincing the producer that the only premise that sold better than a classic love story was the angst of a good ol’ fashioned love triangle, and he was more than happy to play the jilted lover dead set on winning you back. You wondered what it must be like to live in such delusions. 

What really put the cherry on top of a bad day was the text you received from Sukuna shortly after arriving home. It wasn’t anything particularly worrisome, a straight to the point, “I’ll call you this evening, busy smoothing a couple things out, x,” but it had you in a fit nonetheless. After sending a quick affirmation back, you threw your phone across the couch in your living room and flung yourself onto the nearest surface to bemoan your miserable existence. Toji was not amused when that nearest surface happened to be his chest, and he only offered you five minutes of soaking his shirt with snot and tears before he drug you upstairs to your bedroom, turned on the hot water to your tub, and shoved you into the bathroom with a promise to return with wine if you quieted down for just a second. 

So here you were, an hour later, soaking under a mountain of peppermint scented bubbles while you toed at the hot water handle at the end of the tub. 

“You think if I begged hard enough Nanami would let me come stay with him for the rest of his vacation? I’m afraid I’m in need of a tropical escape,” you told Toji, already calculating in your head how quickly you could pack your bags and be on the next plane to Malaysia. 

Toji chuckled, “No, I don’t think he would, considering he refused to tell us anything more about his trip other than what country he’d be in and when he’d be back. You showing up would take seven years off his life. Add three more if he opens up the door to you sobbing like you’ve been all day. Besides, running away to another country just because you’re afraid to talk to your boyfriend is a cowardly move.” 

You ‘tsked’ at him for calling you out on poor behavior and slouched further down into the hot water in shame-filled defeat. Instead of wallowing in it further though, you popped your ankles up on the rim of the tub, tossed your arms back to hang behind your head, and clapped twice to get Toji’s attention.

“Another glass of wine, please,” you mocked in as snobby an accent as you could manage.

“What do you take me as? I’m not your damn butler,” he complained, but you could hear the quick successive cracking of his back as he stood up from the chaise and stretched. 

“Just one more and that’ll be it, I promise.” You considered what else could entice him into doing your bidding. “I’ll let you be done for the evening and take the day off tomorrow if you also bring me a plate of cheese and crackers, please.” 

Toji was silent before letting out a begrudging “fine” and shuffling out the door without another complaint. 

You marveled in the silence, nothing but the occasional lap of water as you adjusted yourself in the tub to break it. After a few minutes, however, you realized the absence of conversation was the perfect environment for your thoughts to run unhindered, and that was not something you cared to partake in at the given time. Trying to concentrate on anything else though was futile, and perhaps trying to wade through your own head for a few minutes would leave you feeling better when you chose to pointedly ignore it once your butler…ahem, Toji, returned with your snacks.

Besides falling on national television—and underneath Gojo Satoru nonetheless—you had a particularly difficult time deducing from yourself what exactly about the accidental revelation of your relationship with Sukuna caused you so much embarrassment. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be associated with him or that you always intended for the relationship to remain secret until it had reached its course; your desire was quite the opposite, actually. It was a feeling best left to baser animals and bedroom activities, but the idea of staking a claim, proving that he belonged to you in a way, was not unappealing and not something you could talk your way out of thinking, especially with the world the two of you lived in. 

If you got down to it, the real problem lay in your unfortunate habit of caring what people thought. You didn’t want Sukuna to see you as childlike, only a few years younger than him in age but miles behind in maturity. You didn’t want him to view today’s incident as a misfortunate foreshadow into the “what if’s” of your relationship. Neither did you want the world looking at the two of you and questioning how exactly something like it came to be. Where Sukuna was all sharp angles and dark colors, suave nonchalance and carrying a presence that demanded to be seen, you felt painfully opposite. You wouldn’t self-deprecate and believe that you were unworthy of standing beside him, but just cognizant of how different you felt. More like something that could be just as appreciated, but more likely to be overlooked and favored over something brighter. A “mismatched pair” is what they would call you, something that struck you so vividly that the pressure in your chest increased ten-fold. You knew he would hear it, see it, be made aware of it, and while he may not agree right away, you wondered how long it would take for the sphere of influence to get to him too. The anticipatory grief (as your actual therapist called it, usually followed by anxiety) of waiting for someone you valued so much to realize that he had better options was enough to make you consider running away from the whole thing entirely. 

And that’s how you came back to scheming your departure from the country. If you hurried, you could probably towel off, pack a bag, and slip out the back before Toji realized (you wondered if the big oaf had decided to take a nap instead of bringing you snacks for how long it’d been since you last heard him). Surely Nanami wouldn’t abandon you in your time of need if you were wailing at him over the phone in the airport of a foreign country. 

But alas, you heard your bathroom door open, effectively cutting off any means of escape.

“It’s about time, Toji. What took you so long?” He neither spoke, nor took another step. “Eh, no matter. Bring me my snacks, please.” 

Footsteps continued again and before you could chastise Toji further, a voice spoke up from right behind your privacy screen. 

“Should I be concerned with the normalcy of your bodyguard attending to you while you’re naked in the bath?” 

The shock of hearing Sukuna’s voice caused you to jolt, sending your legs into the water with an unmistakable splash and leaving you to scurry back into a sitting position from where you had slipped dangerously close to submerging your whole head underwater. The indecency of it all would kill you if this conversation that was about to happen didn’t.

“I assure you,” you started, hoping you didn’t sound as wrecked as you felt, “it is not nearly as salacious as you made it out to be.” 

Sukuna hummed. “Really? Because it sounded as if you were expecting him, and when I ran into him downstairs he told me to tell you that he would be back up to deliver wine and cheese shortly. Sounds like a romantic evening to me if I’ve ever heard one.”

You were relieved to hear a hint of amusement in your boyfriend’s voice, but horrified at what he was saying. 

“Please stop implying things that’ll make me gag.” 

Sukuna chuckled, but was quiet for a minute until, “You have five seconds to tell me to stop before I move this privacy screen so we can talk face to face.” 

You shot upwards, looking around hurriedly as you tried to scrape the remaining bubbles in the tub to strategic places in order to maintain your dignity, though you realized a moment later that it was probably unnecessary. With a second left, you brushed tendrils of your hair away from your face and wiped your thumb across the top of your lip to remove any remnants of a wine stain from your skin. In the next, Sukuna was pushing aside the privacy screen and looking down at you with a blank—but not unkind—expression. You eyed him warily as he walked up to the edge of the tub and dropped a cushion from the chaise Toji was sitting on earlier to the floor. He settled himself down onto it and then placed his elbow on the edge of the tub so he could lean in close to you. 

“Hello,” you whispered to him, settling both your arms down next to his and then resting your head against them. A small smile crossed his face.

“Hello to you too.” 

You were surprised at the lack of tension in his face, no clenched jaw or heavy brow to be seen, and as you trailed your eyes further down his torso you noticed its absence there too. His shoulders were relaxed, and his chin was cupped in the hand propped up on the tub so he could gaze at you with those unnervingly observant eyes of his. You wished he’d been wearing a t-shirt instead of the thin navy turtleneck he currently had on so you could focus your stare on the black tattoos decorating his body. Aside from being intricate, and distracting, they always gave you something to look at when meeting his eyes felt like too much. 

The tenderness of Sukuna’s knuckles meeting your temple forced you to look back up at him, only to see that he was following the path his fingers were making over your skin. They grazed over your cheekbone, feathered down the bridge of your nose, and then were skimming over your mouth, his thumb catching ever so lightly on your bottom lip. His hand didn’t linger there, and it was quick to skate over your jaw before his thumb landed under your ear and the rest of his fingers tangled in your hair while his palm cupped your neck. With a slide of his other hand up your arm and down your back to press between your shoulder blades, Sukuna brought you close enough to him that he was able to reach the rest of the way over the tub and kiss you. His lips remained pressed against yours for a second or two before he broke away, hesitated, and then leaned in to do it once more, twice, and a third time. 

You were the one that put space between the two of you, sitting back in the water and drawing your knees to your chest. You desperately needed to inhale without smelling the crispness of his aftershave or the spiced warmth of his cologne, both of which were guilty of making your head spin. 

“You’re not mad at me?” you asked, breaking the silence before he had a chance to, before you lost your nerve. You watched as his head tilted slightly to one side, his expression a touch befuddled, but full of disbelief. 

“Why would I be mad at you?” He questioned slowly, moving himself to his knees on the cushion so he could go back to resting his arms on the tub. 

“I don’t see why you wouldn’t be,” you told him, your voice a bit sharp. “I inadvertently told anyone with access to the internet that we were dating, without even talking to you about it, and then proceeded to flee the scene like a coward instead of getting back out there to present myself as confident enough to own up to my mistakes. Not to mention the fall with Satoru right before. It’s embarrassing. The whole thing made us—me—look like a giant mess!” 

Your voice cracked on the last word, and you bit down on the inside of your cheek until you tasted iron. Sukuna looked pained, and he reached a hand out to play with your fingers as they sat at the top of your knees. 

“You’re not a mess,” he said, rubbing his thumb in small circles over the middle knuckle of one of your fingers, “and I’m not embarrassed either. I never intended to keep us a secret, and I’m not trying to implicate you when I say this, but I don’t think I ever implied doing so that evening.” 

“Well, yeah,” you huffed, the twinkle in his ochre-brown eyes and the mischievous grin on his face as he hinted to the night the two of you cemented your relationship into the category of “official” making your face get warm, “we didn’t do a whole lot of talking after that point.” 

You tried to jerk your hands out from under his to cover up your cheeks, but Sukuna was unrelenting in his hold, and you gave up before continuing on, “I know you never implied that you wanted to keep our relationship hidden, but that’s been the theme of whatever we’ve had going on these last ten months. We were sneaking around from the very beginning, we lied about it to Yuji and Choso, and then let’s not forget about the whole incident of being caught by Satoru,” you pointed out to him, feeling the slightest bit smug when he looked chagrined. 

“I apologized for that,” he reminded you, his voice tone faintly defensive. You squeezed his hand in comfort. 

“You did, and I’m not upset about it.” 

You took a deep breath and cast your eyes everywhere except Sukuna, taking in the details of your bathroom as you tried to muster the courage to share your insecurities with him. He never let his attention on you deviate, and between that and the heat of the water you had been in for almost two hours, you were beginning to feel lightheaded, and everything finally came rushing out of your mouth.

“I feel like we’re mismatched! It feels like everytime someone looks at us, they’re going to wonder why, like we don’t fit well together. And I’m not saying I believe that, or that you would believe that, and I know this whole thing sounds ridiculous because it is ridiculous, but it’s hard to get outside of my own head about this when I already love you so mu—,” 

The startled look on Sukuna’s face is what clued you in to the fact you had said something you had not intended to. You snapped your mouth shut with an audible click of your teeth and used your feet to push away from him and to the otherside of the tub, wrenching your hands out of his grasp. 

If someone asked why you never liked to talk about your feelings, this was why. Why the words that came out were never as eloquent—or as sane—as the thoughts in your head was something you’d pay so much money to figure out. And Kento was about to have no choice in letting you hide out with him for the rest of his vacation because you were no longer asking, and if he was interested in keeping his job he would do so without complaint. Even so, you considered that forcibly releasing Kento from the grip of a career that was so wrought with overtime would be another mercy for the overworked sal—,

“You know what I think,” Sukuna murmured, bringing you out of your own head to focus with rapt attention on the blissfully contented expression he wore. His fingers curled around the tops of your arms as he reached out to slide you back to his side of the tub, and when you were close enough again, he pushed his nose into the plushness of your cheek to nuzzle there affectionately. You were transfixed by a small tan freckle on the edge of his eyebrow that you somehow hadn’t noticed before.

“I think this whole time you’ve been so focused on pleasing everyone around you—which isn’t necessarily unadmirable, I promise—and treading with extreme care to take into consideration my feelings about our relationship that you haven’t noticed what’s been going on…or I haven’t been doing a very satisfactory job of making it apparent.” 

He said the last part more under his breath, but didn’t give you a chance to interject with an objection before he carried on, making intently sure your eyes were on his. “From the very beginning, even when all I had of you were fleeting touches and secret meetings in questionable places, I was always bound to fall in love with you.” 

You didn’t know what to say, what to think, and trying to wrap your head around the fact that what you considered to be one of the worst days of your life was ending with unintentional confessions of love in your bathtub wasn’t helping. So you did what you could and traced a finger down one of the tattoos under his eyes, hoping he would keep talking.

“We aren’t a mismatched pair,” he insisted, his eyelids fluttering slightly at your gentle touch, “I think we compliment each other quite well, so please, don’t try to hide or run away.” He fixed you with a pointed look that told you Toji had warned him of your current status as a flight risk, and you ducked your head slightly and in a way that you hope conveyed repentance.  

“Because you must know, I will always be chasing after you.”

You wasted no time in hurrying to crush your lips against his and throw your arms around his neck, because what else was there to do when words couldn’t suffice, other than to surrender to the melding of bodies? 

Sukuna reciprocated in fervor, breaking apart from you only to stand up from his place on his knees, and reached down to cup his hands under your bottom, lifting you out of the tub and securing your thighs around his hips while his mouth found yours again.

He seemed to care not that you were dripping water on the floor and soaking the front of his clothes from where you were pressed tightly against him. He stumbled back a couple steps until the back of his knees made contact with the chaise, and the two of you fell back onto it. Sukuna adjusted you to straddle his lap, his hands clasping at your hips while your hands scrambled down his back to pull up his shirt. You ground your pelvis down against him as he dropped his head to mouth at your neck, and the rough groan that elicited from his throat had you deciding that your bed was too far away to justify taking time to separate, and that the convenience of the chaise was worth going to the trouble of having to buy Toji a new one. You had no more than let the thought flutter through your head when an obnoxiously loud knock resounded through the bathroom. 

“You two haven’t drowned yet, have you?” 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. 

Sukuna ripped his lips away from where he was sucking a mark into the space where your shoulder blended into your neck, and met your gaze with one that dared you to intervene. 

“Don’t even think about it,” he growled, using the grip he still had on your waist to hold you in place while he rolled his hips up into yours, and you prayed that the moan you let out wasn’t as loud as it sounded. Even if it was, you hoped Toji would get the hint and make himself scarce.

“Look, I get it,” your bodyguard remarked, sounding both amused and vaguely uncomfortable, “but it’s kinda, maybe important.” 

With both the mood dashed and your anxiety spiked again, you patted Sukuna on the shoulder in a bid to get him to let you slide off his lap. He rolled his eyes, exasperation—and lustful desperation—painted clearly on his face, but he helped you down without giving you any grief and grabbed a black fluffy robe from where it was draped over your privacy screen. He held it out so you could thread your arms through it, and then he proceeded to tie the belt securely around your waist. 

“Come in, Toji,” you called, moving to sit on the chaise while Sukuna came to stand at your back.

Your bodyguard waited a moment before opening the door, peeking his head around first and then sauntering in with his normal arrogance to lean against your bathroom counter just a couple feet in front of you.

“Glad to see that nobody’s drowned. There’s only one of you I’d be willing to do mouth-to-mouth on,” Toji joked, clearly proud of what he had come up with. You felt Sukuna’s hands come to rest on the tops of your shoulders, his fingertips digging into the muscles lightly. They relaxed when you bought one of your hands up to twine your fingers with his. 

“So, to what do we owe the interruption?” you asked. The amusement on Toji’s face vanished, and in its place came weariness. 

“I just got off the phone with Nanami, and—,” 

“You called him?!” You yelped, springing up from your seat, “I begged you not to!”

“Whoa, Whoa,” Toji cautioned, raising his hands up in a surrender, “easy with the accusations. He called me. He knew.” And before you could open your mouth to ask how, Toji’s expression darkened and his eyes flicked up over you to glare at Sukuna. “Uraume called him.” 

You whirled around to look at Sukuna, who—thankfully—seemed just as surprised by the news as you did. 

“I didn’t ask them to do that,” he assured you, then turned to Toji, “did Nanami say what they wanted?” 

“Just to talk about the whole situation, more or less. Nanami said they only talked for about ten minutes, but they’re planning to discuss things more when he comes back in five or six days.” Your bodyguard sighed and crossed his legs as he leaned back further against your counter. “He was nearly ready to hop on the first plane home, but I managed to convince him to finish his vacation. Told him it’d damn near break your heart if he came back early.” 

You plopped back down on the chaise, bone tired and completely ready for this whole day to be over. 

“Thank you, Toji. I’m sorry for jumping down your throat like that.” 

“Don’t sweat it, Princess,” he said, pulling a vaguely familiar set of keys out from his pocket and pushing himself off the counter to walk towards the door. “You two going to be okay if I head out? I have some errands to run and then I’ll probably crash at Megumi’s tonight instead of the staff quarters.” 

You nodded at him, sending him off with a wave before shifting to look back at Sukuna. 

“Stay with me?” you pleaded. He answered with a kiss to your hair, and then offered his arm so you could stand from the chaise. He followed after you into your bedroom, and the faint flutter of clothing made you glance back over your shoulder. Your heart began to race at the sight of his bare chest, tattoos displayed in full glory. You must have made some kind of noise because he looked up at you from where he was draping his shirt over the back of a lounging chair in the corner of your room.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said sheepishly, “my clothes are wet.” 

You shook your head, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched the muscles in his back flex as he bent down to push his jeans to the floor, leaving him in simple grey underwear. There must have been something written all over your face as he began to walk towards you, for he was reaching out to pull you into him as soon as he got close enough.

“I’m tired, Sukuna,” you warned as he pressed your cheek to his chest, though you wondered if you could muster up the energy to continue where the two of you had left off in the bathroom. Surely he would make it worth your while. 

“I know,” he told you, voice light and good-natured, and he tightened his arms around you briefly before stepping back and nodding in the direction of your bed, “why don’t you go get comfortable. Toji left your snacks on your dresser. Want to finish them off before bed?” 

With a grateful nod, you turned to leap onto your bed, sitting down in the middle and wiggling with excitement as Sukuna came to join you. He sat the tray of food and wine in between the two of you and crossed his legs underneath himself before picking up a piece of cheese and offering it to you. You smiled in thanks and began to nibble on it while he surveyed his options. 

“Mhm,” you started, an errant thought popping into your head, “I’m assuming since Uraume knows that Yuji and Choso know now as well?” Sukuna raised his head slowly from where he had been studying the various snacks, and the hint of guilt on his face wasn’t confidence inspiring. 

“They do,” he drew out, observing you carefully, “they were both watching the interview with me.” 

You groaned as white-hot embarrassment flooded your body, and you fell back against your pillows, grabbing one to shove over your face to muffle the bitter laughter you couldn’t control. “What do they think?” 

“It’s nothing you should be worrying about,” Sukuna said, suddenly sitting by your head and lifting the pillow off your face to set it above your head, “you know they adore you. Choso was his normal, level-headed self. He’s happy for us. Yuji was just as ecstatic once he got his laughter under control, if a bit disappointed that we hadn’t told him.” Your boyfriend paused, his face darkening suddenly, and you watched with interest as a muscle feathered in his jaw. 

“What?” you asked, pushing yourself back into a sitting position and poking him in the arm to urge him to explain. He shook his head, clearly annoyed.

“You know what that little shit said immediately after? He thought that you and Gojo had been secretly dating and were waiting till after your movie was over to say anything.” 

Obnoxious laughter erupted from you, and you hurried to slap your hands over your mouth to try to conceal it as Sukuna’s face fell. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you rasped out in between giggles, unable to stop it as you watched Sukuna sit back against your pillows with a huff and a crossing of his arms. 

“The little idiot is just dense. And delusional. Anyone could see that you and the q-tip don’t have any real chemistry.” He sounded an awful lot like he was trying to convince himself of the truthfulness of his own statement. You wondered, affectionately, at which brother was a touch deluded. You were a fine actor, thank you very much. And you were about to open your mouth and say so when something ‘plinked’ off the window next to your bed. 

Strange. Your bedroom was on the second floor. 

Sukuna jerked his head up, all traces of humor forgotten, and the two of you listened for the noise again. 

Plink. 

“What the hell,” he muttered, pushing off the bed so he could go inspect the noise, “stay right there.” 

You appreciated the concern in his voice as he began to lift the window pane open, and he had just begun to stick his head out to look around when something small smacked him right between the eyes, sending him butt-first to the floor. 

“Sukuna!” you gasped, rushing over to kneel by his side and lift his hand from where he had it pressed to his forehead. You didn’t get a chance to fawn over him any further before he was up on his feet and striding to your bedroom door. 

“Be right back,” he growled, throwing the door open and cursing all the way down the stairs. 

You heard something land next to you on the floor, utterly perplexed when it turned out to be a rock from your flower beds. You got up and tiptoed over to the window, just barely lifting your head over the pane as to avoid becoming another victim of a flying projectile, then shot to your feet when you caught sight of a familiar white-haired costar outside beneath your window.

“Satoru!” You screeched, dumbfounded by his mere presence and the way he waved up at you, completely unbothered, “How in the world did you get through the gate?!”

“Hey! There you are!” He called, with a lazy grin on his face, “that’s not really important right now.” 

“I would disagree!” You yelled back down to him, making a mental note to have Toji go over all the security points around your property after his day off. “What are you doing here?” 

Satoru laughed sarcastically before the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he propped his hands up on his hips. “Where is my car?” 

No. Way. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Satoru.” 

“Nope! Give me back my car. It’s one of a kind!” 

You groaned, reaching up to massage the burgeoning headache you could feel at your temples. “Are you sure it’s not out there in the driveway? Toji left just a bit ago, so you shouldn’t be boxed in or—,” you cut off when the memory of your bodyguard twirling an unfamiliar set of his keys around his finger as he left your bathroom flashed across your memory.

Oh god, that absolute bastard. 

Satoru must have caught the horrified look on your face, as well as how you suddenly stopped talking after mentioning Toji because his face blanched even paler than usual, and his voice was two octaves higher in distress when he hollered back up at you.

“Does that criminal have my car?!” 

You deserved a vacation at this point. 

“I’ll call him in the morning, Satoru, I promise. And I’ll make sure he washes it for you or whatever you want, just come back tomorrow.” You hoped placating him with the prospect of torturing Toji would convince him to leave, but no, he still stood rooted to his spot down below. 

“As fun as that sounds,” he mocked back up at you, “I can’t.” 

“What do you mean you can’t?”

He looked a bit like a toddler caught with his hand somewhere it shouldn’t be. “Suguru dropped me off and then left in a hurry. He said he had something to do.” 

You couldn’t believe that the universe thought that pairing those two together in any capacity was worth the absolute chaos they unleashed on the poor, unsuspecting population. 

The slamming of your front door caught your attention, and you figured your boyfriend was about to make himself known.

“Look,” you sighed, backing away from the window slightly, “you can borrow one of my cars and swap it tomorrow when Toji brings yours.” You ignored Satoru’s protests and started to close the window. “Just apologize to Sukuna for hitting him between the eyes with a rock and he’ll open the garage for you.”

You caught the confusion on Satoru’s face, and just barely heard his panicked remark as you shut the window.

“Oh, fu—.”

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Whew, that one took it out of me, not gonna lie. Angst and I are not friends.

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Quite Angels? Part 2

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Note: There STILL will be no lemons.

CW: Kidnapping, encagement, confinement, violence (kinda), bodily damage to mc, power imbalance, unsettling atmosphere, general ominousness, infantilization/objectification, angels and eldritch beings, magic, confusion, religious themes (I am none religious but it I have religious trauma so a lot of my work features religon) and strained semi-friendliness

Oganesson watched as I rubbed the area on my arm “Is that not… causing, more damage to it?” they asked inquisitively. 

“...yes but, it hurts.” 

“You know you’re only making it, worse?” They raised an eyebrow at me, seemingly confused by my nonsensical actions.

I look to the side sheepishly “I-I mean it does but…” Oh shit Seraphim are going to be piiiissed when they see this...

“But why?...” They sound almost defeated at my refusal to think as I itch and rub my wound, applying more pressure to the already weak, ruptured, and disintegrated spot.

This discussion wont help me escape. I attempted to reroute the conversation “Well when the angels come to get me, they’ll see that you damaged me, they will take that as an excuse to-”

“What makes you so sure they won’t cut their losses? How do you know how they’ll even get here??? Do they even know how to get here? Or where you are?“ They seem to have calmed down from their outburst earlier but still are a little bitter, annoyed by my continuous reminder of the potential of their being consequences of their actions. 

“You did make one point. Where am I? And why is it so c-cold here...” 

They chuckled as their tone dipped down, their face portraying their smugness from how little I know about what’s happening. “We are on the 6th plane…. Did you not know??!? And about the cold… hmmm….. I… don’t think I can change that. It’s just, normal for here.” 

“W-What?!??” I paused in shock to reassemble my thoughts. “How is that even p-possible!” Damn I was really hoping they would fix the temperature. I'm practically shaking.

“Depends what impossibilities you're referring to?” They tilted their head trying to be playful? I think? But they accentuated the motion to the point of being…well uncanny, even to my eyes…  For the sake of politeness I’m… just going to ignore it.

“I um well, I know they will come for me. I’m a one-off, I'm too unique for them to discard.”

They seemed a bit surprised by my words but quickly continued “I’ve heard of the Godix’s past experiments with angels before… you do look a bit strange for an angel, specifically your, hmm… how do I put this…” They put a finger on their chin and looked down at me and smirked then pointed straight at the middle of my face. “hollowness. ”

Ok I’ve had enough of this nonsense. “You must not be very aware of how you come off are y-”

“I am ve-”

“No you’re not! You must be a very dumb or very lonely creature to keep me for this extent of time! EVEN daring to injure my divinely, perfectly designed architecture.” They recrossed their arms and looked at me wide-eyed with anger? Restraint? or frustration? Maybe confusion, or overload, either way I continued, determined to get them to understand. “Seraphim are probably addressing my guardian about my disappearance-”

“You have a guardian?!” They lost whatever emotion they were holding, trying to portray?? Or whatever their weird ass was doing.

“Y-Yes? Did you not fight them, see them, or at least knock them out?”

“N-No?!??” They seemed very confused, and now so am I.

“W-wait SO WHERE THE FUCK WAS EPHEL????”

“Huh, so you can swear.”

“Shut up.” 

They relaxed and laughed a little bit, they gave a seemingly genuine smile and their movements seemed less calculated than before. ”Such a spirited little thing… Tell me what is your name?”

Well that's kinda more than a little suspicious. “Uh huh… if I tell you will you let me go?” They seem to ponder on the thought for a second then they say “I will release you back to the 3rd plane where I found you. IF you promise to meet with me again.”

That’s REALLY suspicious, but I don’t really have any other choice… I sighed “Fine.”

They point at the lock and flick their hand to the side and the cage opens. I don’t know how that works but I’m too cold and tired off them, and too close to freedom to care. I step out of the cage and walk by them as they do a little mock bow/curtsy, I assumed the gesture was not genuine from the shit-eating grin plastered all over their face. I walked with them to the door that I saw them enter here earlier with. They proceeded to do some strange magic and then opened the door.

“Don’t forget your promise, little one~.”

I look tiredly back at them, I might as well tell them my name. “I am called Zeraphil by the way.” 

I walk through the door into the pure light and find myself in grass. 

I had forgotten how warm it was out here.

“YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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Hey. Hey. That thing with Jotaros scars and wounds. Elaborate. Immediately.(if you want to! Please)

OHOHOOH hello there, please sure be aware that since I am unfortunately insane about jotaro this will have !!many!! spelling errors (also I just woke up).

anyways,

IM SO SO SORRY THIS CAME LATE JUKE!!!

warning spoilers for up to part 6.

I'm no medical proffesional but I just see cool wounds and think about scars which leads me to think about the consequences of those wounds, which I simply cannot comprehend.

so this all came from watching this video (well technically this is an updated one)

like-

hey okay so tumblr just crashed and i was left with the begining after a whole rant on this, i hate you tumblr. and i will just try to improvise here.

I had a whole thing for the WoF arc but for here i'll just do pics. (tumblr i truly despise you for what you have deleted)

DO YOU SEE THIS

THIS BOY SHOULD HAVE NOT RECOVERED THAT EASILY. Not to mention his throat's insides b u r n t to a crisp. Just from a food burn a person takes a few days to recover and feel relief in their throat. Jotaro's throat got BURNED inside and out. He can't have talked and ate that easily after that incident and I will die on the hill that jotaro's wounds still severely affect during and after sdc. I just believe that an episode to show Jotaro healing like something as simple as jotaro not talking as much as his throat got burnt really itches me.

not mention Jotaro's love to excessively bleed and hack up blood from his mouth, see exhibit 2:

(ok ^^^ this one looks worse because of the blood already in his shoulder, which i noticed gets hurt a lot aswell. And a gash that deep would cause shoulder pains, a large patchy scar and skin tissue)

ouch! people do love hurting jotaro's shoulder

sorry for the weird shot, but here's another shoulder wound for good measure. Jotaro here will get a scar similar to ones like a laceration scar around his shoulder, this may be more visible and straight, looking at how deep Anubis Polnareff hit it

oh and mouth bleeding in the same episode wow! get some rest tall child!

Talking about mouth bleeding, since Anubis Chariot got to stab Jotaro but that stab was most definitely deeper than it looks. Probably scraped his intestine or smth. And a bandage definitely won't work this time Polpol. The scar here, from what I have seen and researched (little), the scar could become patchy and uneven around that area, it could be lighter in the middle and darker patchy scars surrounding it.

Ok!!! Now the final battle with DIO. a lot of stuff to work with here again (I hate you tumblr for crashing on me and making me lose my work)

even with the books, he got multiple stab wounds to the chest, and enough to make him bleed. Per the usual scars, but it might be fainter since the books took some damage aswell.

aswell as mouth blood again

he also got a knife to the head, yes he had protection but hard enough to bleed. Did I mention the stand barrages and multiple broken bones that may had to take weeks or more to heal?

This TEENAGER survived multiple crashes into buildings, roads, signs AND run over and you're telling me he won't have any problems regarding physical health as well? This will require lots of rest and casts during the stages of healing. Not to mention the sever bruises just from this fight. Those bruises will probably take a few days or more to fully go away but it will still be sore and sensitive after that stage of healing.

Oh yea, he s t o p s h i s h e a r t. Do you know how much damage that is?

We can see his eyes losing color, we can see how aggressively he stops his heart and pumps it again. Doing all of that in that small timeframe should cause many problems, and i'm not that smart to name all of it but brain damage is probably one of them ngl. His heart here could be, and is most likely, really damaged and sensitive. This could lead him to having some fatigue and some level of brain damage considering the immediate and drop and lack of blood flow to his brain. There's a chance that an occurrence of light headedness could happen because of brain shenanigans.

Yayayy, let's go to part 4 now! My favorite town that Araki may have lived in, Morioh!

SPOILERS NOW FOR PART 4 AND 6

For a while there are some minor injuries, just cuts on his face and other than that we got the muscle goop jotaro but Josuke healed him all up along with jotaro who had a thousand holes through him.

AND CRASHED INTO WOOD. I know josuke healed it and all but damn! That must've hurt.

THIS MAN COULDN'T EVEN STAND AFTER THAT AND KIRA SAID IT HIMSELF. HE CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH JOTARO'S WOUNDS.

That's it for the most part for 4taro though, so we are moving the Stone Ocean!

most wounds he sustained during that part were bruises and the gunshots he got in the prisoners of love eps. But!! The Whitesnake acid is interesting because I don't think it behaves like normal acid (in which case we would've seen some pretty disturbing wounds 😬) but i'm curious if it would leave wounds, and if so, what type? We know it kills people and IS acidic so...

We also got the "JOLYNE" wound! which would leave a lighter versions of the cuts most likely in the shape of cut :), nice way to remember your daughter and feel close to her. How do I know it will end up like that? I have a knife cut myself :]

yayyyy we throat wound. I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT JOTARO COULD TALK THAT CLEARLY. Joot's throat and larynx would be ATLEAST dAMAGEDD and so would his voice. He's scar would also be lighter in color to his skin and wouldn't be as smooth, might stick out a bit in some cases.

oH, AND he's bleeding from the mouth now.

and now...the faithful attack that killed jotaro

..the eye split.. now since he's...yea kinda dead..we won't really have a scar for this one. But fret not! We have everyone survived aus so this includes stone ocean. Of course the right eye will go blind and there will be scarring on the face, it may actually not be a straighter line down Jotaro's face because as it heals, some parts are gonna heal better and will lead to unevenness maybe.

anyways im still so so sorry this came late. If you want I could provide drawing for you guys the scars for each of the wounds, I wouldn't mind :]

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Excuse me while I divulge into and project things onto one of my top three favorite characters of all time that I'm emotionally attached to and will never be separated from and have spent hours digging for his official lore in pitch bibles and whatnot. Dr n gin. Extremely specific ramblefun that appeals to no one but me under the cut

They really gave him like the most repulsive anti-representation of a dissociative identity. The thing is though it makes sense to me for him to have something like that. Like come on the rocket in his head is the most obvious metaphor for (if not literal representation of) trauma, and the metal plate splitting his face down the middle. Like it makes so much sense, it's a logical conclusion. What really makes my head spin coming to this scene years after realizing some Things about me is how one part of him fucking hates the masochistic and jovial part. One part is aware of the abuse he faces and scorns the other, the language the jovial one uses being childlike and everything is too much man. I don't know it just really mimics a similar internal thing I had happening when I started coming to terms with my fuckass memory and fuckass identity. I know it's not the other way around because I used to just think he had bipolar disorder hah. It's seriously funny how he only had this personality for like three games because they gave Nolan North the greenlight to go ape shit with him (and holy shit did he go ape shit, if you want to either love or hate a character, i suggest you look up all of his voice lines in Crash Tag Team Racing on YouTube and just listen, it's a ridiculous game and thats when they really interestingly scrambled his character) . He was straight up NOT like this in earlier games, it's almost as if his mental state degraded as the games went on rather than strange decisions made by devs. Don't get me wrong there's a ton of real life bigotry put into these games and it shows in this character. But with hat said I really love doctor N. Gin and I find new ways to lovw him everytime I revisit him, he really represents feeling like a disgusting evil little monster with irreparable damage to your brain, except the awesome thing is that I love him for that. I love him so much. My muse. I want to hide behind a corner and scare the shit out of him