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the summer moon was born from the waves to be loved (gojo x reader)

or, you got pregnant and the ghost of university days past finds out five years later.

tags: afab!reader (she/her), mentions of pregnancy, sometimes self-care is writing a fic with a messy premise, unbeta’d i’ll go back and fix things i just want this out of my drafts

AO3 || pt 2

o. ghost

This felt like something out of a bad movie.

One of those “yeah, that’s me. The one looking like she just shit herself because the ghost of Christmas past just showed up” kinds of movies. The ghost of Christmas past whom you haven’t seen in the last five years.

The ghost of Christmas past that your daughter looks at curiously, wondering who put you in such a stupor as she asks sweetly, “who’s he, Mommy?”

The ghost of Christmas past whose face is unreadable as he looks at Itsuki before he settles his gaze on you. “Yeah, [First],” the ghost asks. “Who am I?”

Where did I go wrong?

A rhetorical question.

A lot in life has to go wrong for a man you thought you left in your memories to show up at your doorstep but you can pinpoint the exact moment in time in which you screwed up. It’s all because you sat next to Ieiri Shoko in your mandatory calculus class. If it weren’t for that, none of this would be happening.

No, that isn’t it. Your gaze turns to Itsuki, who looks back at you with familiar light blue eyes and white hair. She may have gotten the Gojou Satoru eye and hair colors, but her hair texture and skin tone both pointed to you. If I sat anywhere else she wouldn’t be here. And even if you knew that sitting next to Shoko meant meeting the world’s most aggravating man you could have fallen for, you feel like you would have taken that path once again.

No, sitting next to Shoko wasn’t where you messed up all those years agoー it was telling her you were pregnant in the first place.

i. spring tide

When you met Gojou Satoru, you considered it a godsend.

Not because his eyes were a rare shade of blue that most would kill to have. Not because he was drop dead gorgeous and the last person you were expecting to see when your classmate Shoko invited you to eat lunch with her and a couple friends.

The reason was a lot more simple thatー he was the first person you’d met in years that had watched and liked Digimon more than Pokemon. I am so glad I sat next to that Shoko girl, you thought in gleeful disbelief as he told you his personal favorites before flipping the question onto you. “I’m basic,” you told him with a laugh. “I’ve been riding the wave of Gatomon love since I was 7.”

Getou Suguru, Satoru’s childhood best friend from what you’d gathered, groaned, “please don’t make him continue with your excitement.”

“Ignore him,” Satoru pushed Suguru’s face away with all the nonchalance in the world. “He thinks Digimon is stupid.”

“It’s a Pokemon bootleg!” Suguru shot back with a sly smile.

In unison, you and Satoru gasped in disbelief and offense. “Boy bye! You can talk all the shit you want about Digimon, I can rest every night at ease knowing if my house were on fire Agumon would be able to say ‘[First], your house is on fire’,” you sneered in jest at the man, Satoru clapping in agreement all the while at your defense. “You don’t get that kind of insurance with Pikachu! ‘Pika pika’ could mean so many things!”

“Where have you been all my life?” Satoru snickered, holding his hand out for a high five you reciprocated with complete enthusiasm.

“Watching Digimon by myself,” you laughed, whipping out your phone. You needed this man’s number stat. “The next time I have a Digimon rewatch, I’m inviting you over. Like, you don’t have the option to refuse, you’ve doomed yourself.”

Satoru’s eyes were gleaming from his lowered shades, “funny, I was about to say the exact same thing to you,” he glanced over at Suguru with a teasing look. “Friendship ended with Suguru, [First] is my new best friend,” the white-haired student declared as he typed his number into your phone.

He labeled himself Digidestined Satoru, sending a text to himself: This is coming from the phone of Digidestined [First]. Your cheeks hurt from how widely you were grinning as you looked at the message. “That better be what you put me in your phone.”

“Definitely, new best friend,” Satoru promised, whipping his own phone around to show your new contact in it. Digidestined [First] it was.

Despite the apparent disownership, Suguru looked amused and unbothered, “okay but see if your ex-best friend takes notes for you if you ever take off from class.” Suddenly your new brother-in-Digimon was singing a different tune, waxing poetic about how Digimon and Pokemon were brothers from different mothers. You rolled your eyes but you’re unmistakably giddy as you watched him talk with his hands.

“There doesn’t need to bad blood between the two,” Satoru ended with a grand bow. “As such, I declare that I can have more than one best friend.”

“How did we even get on the topic of Digimon,” Shoko asked with an amused look on her face, cracking open another beer. “That was so random.”

You grabbed your own beer with a light giggle, you felt rather light compared to how you started this day. “His sunglasses had a Metal Greymon-like pattern and I had to say something about it,” you say after a few sips. “Glad I did because now I have a new brother-in-Digimon.”

Blue eyes held your gaze for a moment and you clacked your cans together in celebration.

That was how your friendship started. Clothed in beer and Digimon. It took about a week before he swept over to your place, seeking out the promise to watch Digimon together. If you can really call what you did watching, you spent more than half of the time talking over the episodes about miscellaneous topics than actually watching Tai and the gang try to get back to the physical world.

He’d known Suguru since he was 5.

(“We got into a fight on the playground. I wanted the swing and he wouldn’t get off. So I kicked him and he threw sand at my face, we’ve been buddies ever since.”

“I have a lot of questions about how y’all went from trying to kill each other to being best friends.”

“Look, don’t question our methods.”)

He was a December Sagittarius, born December 7th.

(”Yeah, I can tell!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”)

He apparently started eating sweets to stimulate his brain but ended up with a sweet tooth.

(“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, did you get that shit from Death Note?!”

“.... no.”

“Oh my god, you did!”

“You literally got a tattoo of a butterfly because of a crush you had on Jolyne from Part 6, shut up!”

“Satoru, don’t play these games with me.”)

He sounded eerily similar to Bruno Bucciarati from part 5 of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

(”Arrivederci!”

“Oh my god that’s insane! You do! Say something else!”

“STICKY FINGERS!!!”

“PFFT-”

“See? I could totally get away with saying I voiced him and no one would bat an eyelash.”

“Who else do you sound like?”

“I’ve been told I make a great impression of Kuroo from Haikyuu!!”

He did, by the way.)

And he was currently enrolled as a business major.

(“My old man wouldn’t get off my back about it. You?”

“Marine biology.”

“We have that program here?”)

He had a natural charisma that just drew people in, yourself included. That’s why you think it was so easy being with him, he made it feel like you’d been friends all your life even if reality said otherwise. He made everyone feel like that, that’s why he’d always be surrounded by people.

Still, he’d find a way to make you feel special when his eyes would light up in recognition when he saw you wave across the room at parties.

How he’d jig across the room with those lanky limbs of his to grab you in a hug. “[First], you finally made it! Thanks for coming out of the bat cave you call a room to grace us with your presence!”

It made you feel special that you were friends with the person adored by everyone else. That’s why you could playfully push him off of you and say, “you mean the bat cave you crawl to when you lock yourself out of your room and Suguru isn’t in either?”

“I’m hurt, why are you being mean to me?” Satoru pouted batting his white eyelashes like a distressed damsel. “Don’t you know who you’re being mean to when you’re being an ass? This, this is who you’re being mean to,” he gestured to himself.

"Last week you ate my fries after I specifically said not to touch them because I counted how many I had left, I know exactly who I’m being mean to.”

“How was I supposed to know you’d count them again whenever you decided to eat them?” Your irritation from last week had long since passed though, that was why you could laugh it off with a shake of your head. Satoru was Satoru, it was what you liked most about him even if he could be a pain in the ass.

Suguru’s brown eyes twinkled as you joined the small fray of him, Shoko and Utahime in a corner of the room, “I’m just glad I’m not the only one dealing with him anymore.” Satoru suck his tongue out with a ‘rude’.

“Someone has to do the dirty work,” Shoko replied as she raised a cigarette to her lips. “it might as well be us.”

Utahime smacked the tobacco stick out of her girlfriend’s hands as she said, “I’d rather not be included in the list of people of doing the dirty work.”

“Et tu, [First], et tu?” Satoru asked when you made no effort to come to his defense.

You raised your hands in mock defense, “I have to be a little mean to you sometimes, Satoru,” you told him with a snicker. “It keeps you from getting too big an ego.”

Whether or not that was working was debatable.

The night went on smoothly until your favorite brand of beer had been noticeably picked off from the coolers.

That’s my cue to leave.

“Sorry gang, but my lips don’t touch anything but Don Equis and Asahi,” you said with an air of regality not suited for a party of college students. “Maybe Corona if there’s nothing else. I’m not drinking... whatever this is. So I’m gonna head out, there’s a 24 hour liquor store around here somewhere.”

A chorus of farewells came from your friends minus one. “You coming back?” Satoru looked over at you in earnest.

But you shook your head, “nah, I think I’m done for the night,” you told him truthfully. Your social battery was gone for the rest of the evening and home was the only place you wanted to be. “I’ll catch you guys later though,” you stood up with a stretch.

Satoru stood up with you, “I’ll walk you back to your place then.”

Which was how you ended up sipping beers at the park, laying on soft grass. It wasn’t truly quiet, not with the passing of cars and the occasional passersby but it was quiet enough compared to the welcomed ruckus of the party. “Satoru,” Satoru hummed wordlessly in acknowledgement. “Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

“Dunno,” Satoru shrugged back pressed against the earth snuggly. “I never really got to think about it.”

He was an only child and as such the only one his parents’ turned their gaze to with pressure of taking over the family business. He confided in you ages ago how he hated it when you started seeing more sides of Satoru than the mischief-loving comedian he presented himself as.

You scooted closer to him to lean over his head, “well I think whatever you end up doing, even if it ends up really pissing off your dad, you’ll be great at it. You’re Satoru, that’s how I know you’ll be fine,” your voice held the tone of a promise. I promise you’ll be fine and you’ll be happy.

Thanks, [First]. You liked to think that was what that look on Satoru’s face meant. “I think you’ll make a great part-time aquarist, full-time whale researcher,” Satoru replied instead.

“You’re damn right I will,” you smiled warmly at him, moving a stray strand of his hair off his forehead. “Be careful I don’t disappear for months, spirited away by the sea folk on my Children of the Sea shit.” You took his sunglasses off, you had no clue how he was able to wear them 24/7. Even stranger was how he was still able to walk so easily at night despite having them on. Apparently the Gojou eye genes were built different; the colors of his eyes certainly were. “I’ll come back to shore occasionally, mysterious as the sea itself.” The sea you got to see every time you looked at his eyes, even if now they were barely visible even with the street lights.

Satoru looked back at you with a small smirk, “even if you got spirited away, I’d just go and bring you right back. Suguru’ll kill me if I try and make him watch Digimon Tamers with me again. You said it first, remember?” His voice was low as he recalled your exact words from your first meeting. “You’ve doomed yourself. There’s no ditching me now, not even at sea.”

“I did say something like that, didn’t I,” you smiled wryly.

He didn’t say anything back, but you could guess that he was likely thinking something along the lines ‘yep, that you did. No take backsies.’ A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, his eyes staring up at yours. It’s then you swore you saw him glance at your lips from where he laid and just when you considered the idea of kissing himー the sprinklers turned on.

Even worse, in your surprise his head clashed into yours as he tried getting up with a start.

Then there was a dash of bullshit on the side when your beers spilled over into the grass.

Great, you thought as Satoru tossed your emptied cans into a nearby trash can after you got out of the line of fire. You shook your arms, droplets of water flying off your soaked sleeves.

You should have taken that as a major sign from the universe that you would be making a mistake of gargantuan proportions if you kissed that man.

Instead, the two of you looked at each other and laughed. “God I hate this park, why do we even come here? Nothing good ever happens when we do,” Satoru said with a shake of his damp hair.

“This is the first time we’ve ever even come here,” you snickered.

“And see what a great start we’re already having with it?”

“Come on,” you tugged him by the wrist. “Let’s just change at my place, you have some clothes somewhere over there.”

A smarter person would have left it at that once you got home and showered, placing your clothes in the wash. It could have been a pleasant end to the evening, the two of you crashing on the couch while watching some dumb movie you never heard of on Netflix.

But the same atmosphere from the park came back with you when he came out of the bathroom at the same time you planned to knock on it to ask if he wanted something warm to drink. “Oh, sorry-” you say when your fist lightly landed on his chest instead of the door. “I was just gonna ask if you wanted tea or something. I bought your favorite brand of honey.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” he answered but you made no move to go to the kitchen and he made no move to ask when you would.

Who kissed who first, you weren’t sure. It didn’t really hit you that you were kissing until Satoru tore his lips from yours with a pant, “hey how drunk are you because I really just wanna make sure-”

“I’m not,” you pulled his lips back onto yours and Satoru hadn’t wasted time in hoisting you up by the legs.

ii. neap tide

When does one stop sleeping with their friend? You suppose it is probably when you realize you have feelings for them.

You didn’t do that.

If it had been anyone else doing this to themselves, you would have told them to cut the cord while the feelings were still manageable.

Or maybe you at least tell the other party how they felt.

You didn’t do that either.

Maybe that was why it was all catching up to you one day when you woke up feeling like crap. The physical manifestation of your stress coming back to bite you in the ass. Right before the trip you were planning on taking with your friends, you started feeling like crap only exacerbated when Satoru was in your presence.

But you still went despite your physically manifested stress because you’re a pushover. Or more specifically, if it involved Satoru, you folded faster than Sunday morning laundry. You had to when he looked at you in concerned disbelief you were trying to drop out of your plans last minute.

“Satoru, it isn’t the end of the world if I stay home. It’s just a week long break.”

“A week long break from your friends? From me? Your best friend?”

You struggled not to laugh, “last week you said I was kicked from that position because I watched one episode of Love is Blind without you.”

Satoru scowled at the memory, “because that’s our show, we started that together, there’s no watching ahead,” he reprimanded you. “And clearly I’ve forgiven you since you’re back in that position because I can’t believe you’re trying to leave me to survive with a couple and Suguru for a week!”

You puckered your lips and shrugged, “if it’s any consolation, Suguru is your boyfriend like 95% of the time.”

“Well right now Suguru is that asshole Kenjaku’s boyfriend and Kenjaku is supposed to be coming and I do not want to fourth wheel that by myself.”

You flicked his nose softly, “so you want me to third party fourth wheel with you so you don’t have to be alone with two couples?”

Satoru grinned and you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. “Third party fourth wheel with benefits, yes.”

You stared at him for one, two, three seconds before you relented. “Look, I’m only going because I want the sex, not because I’m happily agreeing to fourth wheel with you.”

Satoru whooped regardless in his victory, “works for me!” He chortled as he went back to scrolling on his phone.

Silence fell over you as fiddled with your pointer finger and thumb.

“Hey,” Satoru spared a glance from whatever he was staring at on twitter. “What are we supposed to be?” Blue eyes grew to the size of saucers and you continued, “Classic no strings attached? Or is this supposed to be going somewhere?”

That made him set down his phone, “why,” he licked his lips before grinning, but it looked forced even to your eyes. “Why are you asking me that so randomly?”

You deserved an Oscar for how smoothly you delivered what came from your mouth. “Well what if the receptionist there is hot? I don’t need to make things between us awkward because it turned out we aren’t on the same page,” you thumbed behind you in the direction of the hotel. “‘What the hell, [First]’,” you deepened your voice, puckering your bottom lip as you whined. “‘I thought we had something special and you fucked the receptionist? What if they end up fucking with our reservation now?!’”

“First of all, that is not what I sound like,” Satoru stuck his tongue out at you but his shoulders were relaxed and subtle he tried to be, you could feel the relief rolling off of him in waves. “Second, fucking the receptionist does sound like a terrible idea because what if they do fuck our reservation because things go south? Just find someone at a club like the rest of us. But fucking someone else is a non-issue, get all the ass you want.”

“Well glad to know I have the Gojou Satoru thumb of approval,” you smiled and Satoru grinned in return, giving you a nudge with his elbow and you nudged him back. Underneath the calm, you were a storm of turbulent emotions. You weren’t surprised, your feelings had been confirmed. This wasn’t a Disney movie. You weren’t Tiana and he wasn’t Naveenー you weren’t going to turn this commitment-phobe into something he wasn’t. Yet the pain of the confirmation echoed in your chest. “Well, not when it comes to the receptionist.”

“Because no one fucks someone with the power of their reservation at their fingertips, that’s like,” Satoru searched his mind for the perfect example. “Handing over the poison to a chef and that chef was the person you were planning on poisoning.” So is continuing to sleep with someone who didn’t want the same things as you.

You couldn’t help laughing at your idiocy, relieved that Satoru took it as a humorous dig at his less than perfect metaphor. “I’m still fucking the receptionist if they’re hot.”

“I hope they’re married and old, how about that?”

“I’ve always liked them with a little salt and pepper. I fucked your prematurely whitening headass, didn’t I?”

“First of all, this is all natural-”

You’ve doomed yourself.

iii. red tide

Denial.

Anger.

Bargaining.

Depression.

Acceptance.

Those are the five stages of grief. It was certainly the steps that you experienced when the fact your period was late hit you while you were floating when Utahime gasped about the sea turning red.

Red tide, it was the first you’d ever seen it. But that excitement or concern about the possibility of what that meant completely subsided as you stared at the reddening shoreline when you realized a noticeable absence of red that week.

There was no way you were late for any particular reason. This was one of those flukes, your period always had a tendency to be finicky. It would be early or late at its convenience, never mind you being the one suffering. That’s why it was absolutely ludicrous that you left the beach to buy a pregnancy test.

And if you were the word you refused to think, it was your own damn fault for playing with karma the one time you decide to trust Satoru’s pullout game. Both of you were stupid, very very turned on and stupid and you should have just waited to get a condom.

But in the chance you weren’t pregnant, you swore you were going to remain celibate the rest of your university experience. You’d focus on other things, like journaling consistently like you said you would when you were writing your New Year’s revolutions.

Bargaining means nothing to biology, however, that was what you took as the universe’s answers when you were forced to look at the positive result staring back at you.

A lot of thoughts would run through a person’s head at an unplanned pregnancy resulting from a very ill-advised friends with benefits relationship.

Were you still in depression? Or had you reached acceptance yet? You weren’t entirely sure as you stared out the sparkling sea. Your sight blurring the stars above and the stars below did little reassure you as the possibilities ran through your mind.

What would you tell Satoru?

How would he react?

Would he think this was why you asked him about where your relationship was supposed to be heading?

Would assume the worst of you and accuse you of trying to trap him into a relationship when it was clearly supposed to be no strings attached from the beginning?

You didn’t know which unknown would hurt you more.

I should really decide on whether or not I’ll keep it to begin with before I start with all the scenarios, you inhaled deeply with shudder but you didn’t bother to wipe your tears. The blurriness was your own punishment. If I don’t, I never have to tell him anything. We can just cut this off and he’ll be none the wiser.

It was the most optimal scenario when you were still in college. You were barely handling the fees you currently had to pay for school, a child definitely wouldn’t help with that.

Was it too late to find something unhealthy to use as a coping mechanism?

“Yo,” you could have laughed bitterly. Of course, this is when Satoru shows up now. Right after you’ve isolated yourself away from everyone else on the more populated part of the beach. He was grinning, you could hear it in his voice. “[Fir]- hey are you alright?”

Great.

“Yeah, it’s just, you ever see something so beautiful you want to cry? It’s one of those things,” when he looked unsure, you grinned widely and wiped your tears. You didn’t need him to suspect a damn thing. “Seriously, dude, this was the reason I wanted to go into marine biology as a kid. I saw a picture of it once and decided, I wanna see that too. It’s just a surreal moment for me.”

At your reassurance, Satoru sighed, “geez, don’t freak me out like that.” You snorted as he settled next to you and you couldn’t think of anything humorous to say.

“Pretty cool, right?” The blue of the bioluminescence was reminiscent of his eyes, the thought crossed your mind now that he was in front of you.

Satoru whistled, impressed, “yeah but what is it?” He slapped a foot down on the ground, whistling again at the additional sparkling at the stimulus. “You’re the marine biologist, explain the science to me.”

“Sea sparkle,” you told him with a snort, heart drumming all the while. “I never thought I’d see something like this in my life. Red tides are signs of algal blooms are going to happen. They can be harmful but sometimes, completely harmless. This is the completely harmless kind,” a sparkling wave rolled across your feet as if to prove your point. “Well, technically harmless, there’s some conflicting evidence on whether or not it’s okay to swim in. We shouldn’t touch or swim in it to be safe. It’s just been a childhood dream of mine to do this, so don’t tell my friends in the not-dumb-scientist community. And wash your skin really really well tonight before going to bed.”

A grin blossomed on his face in his usual expression of mischief, “I ain’t no snitch.”

“Good because if you do I’m telling Shoko it was you that ate her leftovers,” you stuck your tongue out petulantly and Satoru kicked a splash at your thigh.

“Anyways,” Satoru drawled, observing the glow of his footsteps in the sand. “How long will it last?”

“It depends, sometimes a week. Sometimes a month,” definitely longer than the two of you and the situationship you’ve maintained thus far. “Once the food source runs out, they’re out. But hopefully they’ll be here the rest of our vacation, it’s pretty cool, right?”

“Yep, pretty damn cool,” he repeated like you hadn’t already asked that question earlier.

Satoru wasn’t yours, nothing was going to change that.

iv. ebb

If I’m not going to tell him, I need to leave.

That was the conclusion you came to after ultimately deciding to keep your child. Gojou Satoru wasn’t yours to keep, that was more than apparent. You wouldn’t force him to stay by means of a pregnancy.

You weren’t the first single mother in existence, you doubted you’d be the last. You’d do everything, without his help. Everything would be figured out in due time, it didn’t matter the run around you would have to take.

It took a week after the trip for you to come to that conclusion, packing your bags so you could head home. You’d transfer to a different school, there was no way you’d be able to keep a pregnancy underwraps on campus. Especially not from your friends.

You tried to distance yourself from your friends slowly, but even an inch was noticeable.

You alright?

What kind of sadists are your professors if you’re this busy?

Just let me know if you need me to come over some kind of distraction. Sorry for coming over earlier unannounced, I shouldn’t have assumed. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Those were the texts Satoru sent you the most. If any your friends doubted you, it seemed Satoru doubted you the most despite your reassurance that once you got your workload more manageable you’d be more available. You told him things were fine, maybe he just doubted you because you never told him he couldn’t come over whenever he felt like it. That was how things had been since you became friends.

Your place was his place, his place was yours.

That’s why Shoko had to be at your apartment, arms crossed and looking thoroughly tired.

“What’s been up with you anyway?” Shoko barged into your apartment before you could stop her. “Satoru’s been driving me insane asking me to check on you.” So she said, but you saw the worry on her face even if she tried to hide it. “So what’s going on? He says he’s pretty sure something is going on and you don’t want to tell him. Are you failing a class or something?”

“Nothing,” you told her a little too quickly and the brunette gave you a look that said ‘girl, please’. If your attempt to look as composed as possible wasn’t doing you favors, neither was how messy your room was. “Seriously, Shoko, I’m fine. Satoru’s just being overdramatic. It’s Satoru, you should know this. He went to your clinic once for almost breaking a nail.”

Shoko rolled her eyes at the memory, “yeah but now he’s pestering me to see if you’re actually fine or if you’re just trying to shut him out,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before the concern peeps out of her face. “He said once in high school Suguru pushed him away and stuff went bad between them for a while. He felt like it was his fault for not trying hard enough to see what was bothering him. The rest of us are being chill about everything but we are worried too, you know. Just considerably less dramatically than others.”

That made your heart twist in both in the best and worst ways.

“It’s...” you took a step back and held yourself. “It’s fine. Tell Satoru he’s just being dramatic.”

“Then why is your suitcase out?” [Color] stared into brown as Shoko’s look told you that she wouldn’t drop it until you came clean to her. “Is it that serious? I won’t force you to talk about it, but I at least want to know how okay you are and it’s something you can manage on your own. That’s all, I promise I won’t say anything to Satoru if you really don’t want him knowing,” she’s the most gentle you’ve ever seen her. Only Utahime is privy to the softest of Shoko’s expressions but you can’t help but appreciate the look of worry she has. But I don’t want you to just up and disappear on us either.”

You opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “I,” you licked your lips and sat down on your couch. “I’m thinking of transferring to another school.”

Shoko peers into your face, “and you’re worried about how we’ll take it?”

You shook your head. “I am worried about that but, I’m more worried about the why I need to leave. My parents will probably freak out too, but I’m going to promise them this isn’t going to stop me from pursuing my education.” Wide as her eyes already were, Shoko’s eyes were practically the size of dinner plates. You cut her off before she could say anything else. “I’m pregnant. I found out on the trip we took.”

...

“It’s Satoru’s,” it wasn’t a question.

Your silence was enough of an answer.

“You’re plan was to transfer schools because you don’t want to tell him you’re pregnant?” Shoko’s eyes were wide and you looked away from her. “[First], you can’t expect me to not tell him about-”

Your eyes snapped back to look at her, “you can’t tell him about this.”

Shoko shook her head, “this isn’t just your kid-”

“I’m the one who’s pregnant, I’m the one who decides what to do with it! It’s none of his business!”

Shoko probably would have slapped you if you weren’t expecting, “it’s his kid too, of course it’s his business!”

“Fine,” you muttered coldly, fixing your friend with a cold stare. “I’ll tell him if you can tell me you genuinely think it’s going to go well. That you can really Gojou Satoru dropping everything to become a father for a kid he never planned on having with someone he never planned on being with. Satoru who can’t commit to a relationship at best or won’t commit at worst,” you remember his genuine fear and subsequent genuine relief. “Hell, that he won’t think I tried babytrapping him because I asked him recently if he saw what we had going anywhere and he clearly didn’t want that.”

Shoko couldn’t say anything.

You shook your head with a humorless huff, “yeah, that’s what I thought too.” You paused to close your eyes and inhale deeply before looking at your friend once more. “I’m not telling him anything. I don’t need his help to raise this baby, I can do this myself.”

Shoko eyes are dark and you knew she was second guessing everything. “[First]-”

“You can’t tell him anything. Not even Suguru, especially not Suguru. He’d tell him right away.” Suguru was your friend, he was a great friend even. But you knew where his loyalties lied. He’d tell Satoru in a heartbeat. “Please,” you pleaded. “I’m asking you as your friend.”

Shoko reached for the pack of cigarettes sticking out of her pocket before dropping her hand to the side. Right, your pregnancy.

You looked at her in desperation, biting your lip. “Please, I’d never ask you this if it wasn’t important. Satoru doesn’t want me,” your eyes stung at the admission even if you accepted that truth ages ago. “Not the way I want him.”

“I,” Shoko released a shaky breath. “I won’t say anything. I promise.”

You dropped out of school without a word to your friends before the month ended.

v. moon

五条・五月。

Gojou Itsuki; you considered writing that on her birth certificate when she was born. Instead, it was your last name Itsuki received.

五, that was the only part of Satoru you would give her, the ‘five’ in Gojou. You promised that little girl you would love her five times as much for his absence.

vi. flow

That all brought you back to now in the present, Gojou Satoru sitting beside you on a park bench while you daughter looked nervously between you both. “Go on then,” you sweep your hand in the direction of the swings. “I’ll be sitting right here, okay? Have some fun with the other kids.”

Yet like moth to a flame, the man with snowy white hair is all your daughter can focus on. “But who is he?”

Satoru opens parts his lips and you beat him to the introductions, “he’s just an old friend of Mama’s, that’s all. Like Aunt Shoko. We haven’t seen each other in a while and we just want to catch up, that’s all. Right?” You shoot Satoru a pleading look.

“That’s right,” Satoru beams. “Maybe I can push you on the swings later.” That makes Itsuki grin back widely. She looks so much like him that there is no denying who she is to him. You know it and so does he.

The smile drops the moment Itsuki is out of an earshot. “You really never planned to tell me about her,” his eyes that normally remind you of crystal clear seas look more akin to frigid chips of ice as he looks at you. “You stop talking to me, you block me on everything out of nowhere and when you dropped out of school, I had no idea where you were-”

“Satoru, you have to understand,” you start, it sounds weak even to you.

Satoru looks at you with a look of pure offense. You can read his mind clearly, “What is there to understand?”

“This was the best outcome for everyone involved. You, me and Itsuki.”

“That isn’t the kind of thing you decide on your own, it takes two to make a child, [First]!”

“We’re not arguing in front of my daughter, Gojou Satoru.”

“No,” the smile that spreads across Satoru’s face is feral. You’ve seen that smile before, one he had whenever he was on the brink of swinging and starting a fight. Never before had that smile been directed at you. “She’s our daughter. My daughter. And I had to find out from Shoko five years after she’s been born that she ever existed in the first place!”

“Like you wanted to be a father anyway,” you hiss, glancing at the growing concern on Itsuki’s face.

“You didn’t even bother asking me what I wanted,” Satoru snaps back. “I would have helped. I want to help.”

“I didn’t want or need your help then and I sure as hell don’t need it now,” you stand up, swinging your wrist away from the large hand that tries to stop you. “You aren’t even her birth certificate,” Satoru flinches like you shot him. “Not your name, not your birthday, not anything. Itsuki’s never even asked about her father,” a lie. It isn’t nearly so frequent as to be considered a problem, but Itsuki did ask about the whereabouts of her father every so often. “It’s just us, Itsuki, I keep telling you that.”

“Do I have another mommy then?”

“No, it’s just us.”

Still, she asks. But Gojou Satoru didn’t need to know about that. “Just go the hell away and leave us alone. I’m not asking for your help, I’ve been doing this alone so far and I plan to keep it that way.”

You take Itsuki home, telling her not to mind the sad-looking man you left on the bench.

“Before you say anything," Shoko starts when she answers the phone. “I know you’re pissed off.”

“No shit,” you all but seethe at your closest friend. Itsuki is asleep and it takes all of your willpower to not turn a firm but loud whisper into shrieks of hysteria. “Shoko, what the-”

“[First], I had to tell him,” Shoko sighs and you can practically smell the nicotine through. “I get it, you were scared back then but Satoru deserved to know he is a father. Itsuki deserves a chance to get to know her father!”

“You don’t get to decide what my kid needs,” you retort immediately. “We have been doing just fine without him in our lives and that’s how I wanted to keep it. Now she keeps asking about the man with the white hair and why he looked so sad and-”

“This isn’t one of those situations where you had a surrogate and did this all on your own, [First]. And he isn’t some random stranger you met some campus party years ago, this is a friend! Why on earth would you tell him that you never put him on the birth certificate.”

“Was. He was a friend,” you correct her. You push back the memories of late night study sessions gone awry by Satoru shoving his phone in your face to show you some video in his recommended list. You ignore the creeping reminders of sharing shit-eating grins, waiting for the moment Suguru learned that you changed his autocorrect for chocolate into something stupid. “We haven’t been friends in years, we’re just old school acquaintances at this point. You know why I never told him about her. And I said it so he would have an out; he doesn’t need to stick around to be her father.”

“And what if she gets tired of you skirting around her questions about him?” Shoko shoots back without giving you a moment to reply that you would handle it if it ever got to the point that it became a problem. “You might be able to skirt around it now but when she gets older she is going to ask and ask and askー and she is going to keep on asking before she does research of her own! There was no way you’d be able to keep this a secret for the rest of her life, what were you planning to do then?!”

“... I was going to figure that out by then.”

“Right and that was going to go by so smoothly and Itsuki wouldn’t feel hurt or betrayed you took away the choice for her to get to know her dad. That could ruin your entire relationship with her.”

“You couldn’t have at least asked?!”

“You never let me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry I betrayed your trust and said things behind your back. I told him to at least let me call and tell you that he knew, but he wanted to meet Itsuki.”

“I just...” your back hit the wall and you slid to the floor, resting your head on your knees. “I don’t know what to do. I didn’t think I would ever see him again.”

There’s silence when Shoko hesitates to reply to your tired voice, “look, I get it. As much as I can try to get it, anyway.” There is only so much that your child-free doctor of a friend can relate to when it comes to your situation. Things worked out perfectly for her when she fucked a friend, Utahime and Shoko’s names were written in the stars. You only admit your envy on lonely nights when thoughts of university days past make a reappearance.

“Satoru is a lot of things. He’s a clown, he’s insufferable and he’s Gojou Satoru that’s enough trouble as it is,” much to your chagrin, you can’t help snorting at her comment. “But he should have a chance to get to know his daughter. You’re a great mom, you’ve been doing great without him. I’ve seen you handle everything, you even went back to school to get your degree. You’ve got the job, everything. I’m not trying to say you need his help, I just want you to be open to the idea of letting him get to know her.”

You think of Itsuki and her questions and the look of hurt that graced Satoru’s face earlier that afternoon. “I don’t want Itsuki to get attached to him only for him to take off,” but a bitter taste fills your mouth at your words. I’m only using Itsuki as an excuse, you can only admit to yourself. The one who doesn’t want to see her father is me.

Fearful you may have been, it was no excuse to keep her away from her father.

“If he does that, I’ll kill him myself. But he wants to be there,” Shoko promises, her voice the softest its been the entire conversation. “He wants to get to know her. She looks just like him.”

She does.

You grab a baby wipe, rolling your eyes in amusement, “Itsuki, you’re getting syrup all over your face, hold still,” gently, you wipe away the sugary mess on her face before it dries and becomes even stickier. Itsuki always leaves the table looking like she’s been off to war. “You definitely don’t get your messy eating habits from me. Let me clean your hands and the fork too.”

Itsuki’s eyes sparkle curiously, “is Daddy a messy eater?”

You look at your daughter, her white hair pulled into pigtails by pastel knockerballs and her blue eyes that sparkle with hope that you’ll have some sort of answer as to the mystery of her secret parent she doesn’t realize she’s already met. “Yeah,” you whisper softly, the ghost of smile on your lips. “He got pretty messy whenever we ate.”

“Really?”

“Yep, and he would always steal the chips out of my bag whenever he thought I wasn’t looking,” you smile knowingly. He isn’t the only one guilty of such a crime. “Kinda like how someone always takes extra bites out of my pudding cups when she thinks I’m not looking.” Itsuki erupts into giggles as you pinch her cheeks now free of syrup. “You really want to meet your papa, don’t you,” you ask almost weakly, resting your hand on the table.

With a nod of excitement, Itsuki answers your question with an unmistakable yes.

“What if Mommy brings Daddy to pick you up from daycare soon? Would you like that?”

Itsuki gasps in disbelief, “Really?!”

Your nerves don’t show as you grin in return, “really.”

The first few rings you wait for Satoru to pick up the phone later in the day are painful.

I should have just asked Shoko to do this, you pace anxiously in the employee parking lot of your job. A childish part of you wishes you had asked your friend seeing as she had already spilled the beans to you. But you remember the more than subtle tone in her voice when she mentioned the other day that Satoru’s number hadn’t changed in all the years you spent out of his life. He’s the father of your child, [First], you scold yourself. Get a grip.

A second later when he picks up the line, you almost hang up in a panic.

“... Hey, [First],” he sounds like he’s grinning but it lacks his usual bravado. “You didn’t change your number.”

“Neither did you,” you reply nervously, fiddling with the fabric of your uniform as the expected awkward silence filled the air. Five years ago, Satoru was one of the easiest people in the world to talk to. Annoying and arrogant at times, most of the times even, but still easy. He spoke his mind clearly; it’s hard reconciling that person with the silence on the other side of the phone. “I shouldn’t have kept Itsuki from you,” you finally begin. “And I shouldn’t have said what I did yesterday, you have a right to be mad at what I did. I’m sorry.”

Satoru’s sigh is slow, “why didn’t you tell me in all these years? If Shoko never said anything, were you really not going to tell me about her at all?”

“Can we not-”

“No, I get to know why you didn’t want to let me know I had a daughter,” Satoru’s voice hardens and you know that running away isn’t an option. Old habits seem to die hard. “You didn’t even tell me you were pregnant.”

“I was scared, okay?” Scared and pathetically in love with someone who didn’t want you back. “I didn’t know how you were going to react... and I didn’t know if you would want to be part of the baby’s life if I decided to keep it. We weren’t even a couple. I freaked out and thought this was best course of action.”

“I would have helped, I would have been there. We were friends, [First],” you can’t tell if he sounds more angry or sad with your younger self’s line of reasoning. “You really thought I would have let you done everything on your own? I would have had your back from day one.”

“.... I’m sorry, I can’t take it back but I’m sorry,” you rest your back against the side of your car. The breeze on your skin doesn’t calm you as much as you’d like.

Satoru sighs again and he’s quiet, contemplative and your heart races wondering what is going through his mind. Would he curse you? Maybe he would take you to court for his parental rights. Instead, Satoru peacefully asks, “what’s she like?”

“Adorable,” your lips quirk slightly at the thought of your child. “I’m pretty sure Shoko’s probably shown you some pictures, so you probably know that already.” Painfully adorable and the entire world knew it, it’s a blessing she isn’t nearly as much of a troublemaker as her father. If she were, you don’t doubt Itsuki would get away with most of her ‘crimes’. “She’s a sweet girl, if she sees a caterpillar on the neighbor’s strawberries, she’ll pick it up and ask if we can take it to the park so it can eat there instead.”

You both share a laugh at that. “She’s smart too, she just sucks things up like a sponge. And she’s popular at daycare, you know,” she gets it from her father, that is easy to admit. Satoru definitely surpasses everyone you know, yourself included, when it comes to attracting people to him. Even when he’s annoying you can’t help but be drawn in. “She’s good at making friends, always looks out for the ones there who have a harder time connecting with people.”

“It’s nice to know she got all her charm and good looks from me,” Satoru chuckles smugly. “It’s a no-brainer the people love her, I expect nothing less from my kid.”

“Oh shut up,” yet you can’t deny his claim. She is Gojou Satoru’s daughter through and through. “She’s a lovable kid; Itsuki was born for it.”

“Was Itsuki the only name in the running?”

“It’s a pretty name, isn’t it? There were others in the running though,” you count down on your fingers the various options you ultimately decided against. “Itsuki stuck out the best.”

“What characters did you use to write her name?”

“The characters for ‘Five’ and ‘Moon’,” you answer softly, remembering the various combinations you could have gone with. Ultimately, there was only one that you could have gone with. “I got the idea from your last name, I... I wanted her to have a part of you with her even if she didn’t know you.”

There’s a pause then a shaky breath. “Gojou Itsuki,” Satoru says finally, sounding a million miles away despite being just on the other line.

“She has my name,” you tell him gently.

“I know,” Satoru replies softly yet there’s a tinge of emotion you can’t quite place. Melancholy? Acceptance? Perhaps a little bit of both. “I just wanted to try it out.”

Silence falls over you both again and you hug yourself despite the sweltering heat of the afternoon. Shoko is right, your secret wasn’t one that was sustainable. “Do you,” your lips suddenly feel too dry and you lick your lips. “Do you want to pick her up from daycare with me today? She wants to meet you, she always has. She even asked about you this morning.”

He does. It shouldn’t surprise you that he does and it doesn’t. Still, your heart pounds when you see him show up at the daycare your daughter spends a large portion of her time at. “Hi,” you greet him nervously.

“Hey,” even though he’s grinning, his smile is a bit off kilter. A sugary pink bag hangs from one his arms. “I uh, didn’t know exactly what sort of things she like but I got her a present. You said she’s really into whale sharks, right? So I got her a plush.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him Itsuki already has five. She’d love his gift anyway. Maybe the one he got her would become her favorite.

“She might adore that more than you,” you joke but you give him a nod a beat later. “But don’t worry about what happened last time. She’ll be happy to see you in a better mood, she was worried about you when we left the park.” Maybe that was the father-daughter bond at work, or maybe it was your child’s empathetic nature.

Maybe both.

You already discussed things with him after he agreed to come meet her properly. He could get to know Itsuki, could even meet the daycare attendants. It would just be a while before you’d be able to trust him with being an emergency contact.

“Hey, Choso,” you wave at the man with pigtails. Intimidating as he looks, his daycare is surprisingly popular due to the low rates. He wanted a place where his youngest brother could grow up happily with his friends. “This,” you start before Choso can question you, gesturing to Satoru. “... This is Itsuki’s father. You’ll uh, probably see him coming around a lot more when I pick her up from now.”

There’s a lengthy pause.

“Nice to meet you,” Choso’s tone says otherwise. If it were possible, Choso’s face would be place right under the definition of judgement. He is definitely deeming Satoru a deadbeat that was finally crawling out from the woodworks.

Satoru ignores it with the air of confidence he didn’t have a few minutes ago outside, “thanks for looking after my kid while [First] was busy. I haven’t been around but I’m hoping to make up for all the lost time.”

You doubt that was meant to be a dig, you still take it as one. “Itsuki’s playing with Yuuji and the rest of their friends right now. You’ll see her at the playground,” he gestures at the infant in his hands. “I have a diaper to change.”

“Don’t worry, I got it,” you wave. “And tell Kechizu that he needs to stop cooking better than me. The other day Itsuki said she liked his lunches more than mine.” That manages to get a snicker out of the man.

“Itsuki!” You call out once you’re on the playground and you see her eyes light up with recognition and a ‘Mommy!’ Even funnier is her little excited jig before she runs over to hug you although she stops as she recognizes the man beside you.

She glances between the two of you and you smile reassuringly. “Why are you getting so shy? Don’t you remember what I promised at breakfast?”

Itsuki’s eyes widen and her jaw drops wordlessly. You suppose she might not have truly been expecting you’d make good on your promise. At least, definitely not so soon.

“Itsuki, this is Satoru, your father,” you tell her gently, smile small. “Although I suppose, you already met him yesterday. It just didn’t go at all the way it was supposed to.” But what was done was done; Itsuki deserved to know her father. You wouldn’t take away that choice because of your own fears anymore.

“Daddy?” Itsuki asks Satoru, voice just above a whisper.

Satoru nods, settling down on one knee to look her in those familiar blue eyes. “That’s right, kiddo,”

“Daddy?!” Itsuki hops in disbelief, looking between the two of you before her eyes settle on yours again. “It’s really Daddy?!” You aren’t sure if Itsuki knows whether she wants to cry or run away in disbelief that this moment is finally happening.

You knelt beside your old friend, “say hi to your father, Itsuki.”

The tears suddenly well in her eyes but despite Satoru’s panicked voice, you can tell they aren’t sad ones as Itsuki throws her arms over Satoru’s shoulders. And if your eyes are warmer than they were a few moments ago, you don’t mind it as you watch you’re daughter hug her father for the first time.

Itsuki adores Satoru, that’s what you learn in the span of a single afternoon. And yes, she does love the whale shark plush he got her more than the other five you already purchased. She cried even harder when he hugged her back, softly promising he wasn’t going anywhere. That he’d always be there and he would come see her as much as she wanted.

She adores how he took her out for ice cream before dinner and how even after dinner, he purchased even more dessert.

He was weak to her with no immunity built up over the past five years.

This was why he couldn’t say no when she pleaded he stayed over to at least watch a movie with her before bedtime. Not that you had any room to talk considering how easily you agreed.

“So she had to get Merlin’d?” Satoru asks incredulously as the credits roll across the screen.

“That is not what was supposed to happen, the beautiful girl is subjective to the one who got cursed!” You tell him, flabbergasted that that was the conclusion he came to. Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves is far more than a comedy. It’s social commentary! “Not to mention the body positive message it sends with the fact that shoes represent societal standards of beauty along with the objectification and idolization Snow experiences while wearing them which further supported the fact that had she had gone to the F7 as herself they wouldn’t have he-”

“Nope, too late. I like my idea better,” you could strangle this man.

“You’re going to ruin Itsuki’s perception of love,” you shoot Satoru a look of amusement and annoyance. At the very least, you know he enjoyed it.

“Good, I don’t need some snot-nosed brat trying to win over my kid that’s obviously aroace,” Satoru says firmly as he picks up your very much fell-asleep-before-the-movie-ended daughter. It’s almost uncanny how natural it looks to you, like he had been around from the start. He probably should have been. You were the one who took that choice from him and made him an unintentional deadbeat.

“Satoru, she’s five and doesn’t even know what that means yet,” you say instead, Satoru oblivious to the thoughts running around your head. One day you’d tell Itsuki the truth, once she was a little older.

“What? She told me she was aroace when I asked earlier today,” Satoru tells you petulantly, moving away when you try to hold her.

“Only because you told her you’d give her ice cream if she agreed to be,” ice cream she wasn’t even supposed to eat because it would spoil her appetite for dinner in a moment you weren’t supposed to see. “It means you’ll love Daddy forever and think everyone else is gross,” Satoru happily exclaimed, holding a cup of Itsuki’s favorite salted cookie dough ice cream. The five year old happily obliged to his whims.

Maybe Satoru will be right in his hopeful predictions that romance will be the last thing on your daughter’s mind in the future thought. On the other hand, maybe he’d be dead wrong and forced to tolerate whoever she brings home in the future.

“They’re just like you, Dad, but they’re brilliant!” She’ll say, hearts in her eyes.

You almost wanted to manifest the opposite of his wishes, only to see the face Satoru would make. It is far too early to be thinking about such things however.

“I don’t want my kid to date anyone, sue me. So I’m manifesting early,” Satoru pouts as he starts takes her to her room to lay her across her bed.

“You’re so stupid,” you roll your eyes and shake your head in exasperation, but a look of fondness is apparent in your expression.

Maybe you were born to see this moment, the moment you could see that Gojou Satoru is absolutely smitten with his daughter. You can see it in how he presses a kiss to the temple of her forehead as he takes her to his room.

Itsuki was born to be loved, she makes it too easy just by being herself. Suddenly your fears from before felt unfounded. You knew underneath the rejection of Satoru in your life that he would have been there and he would have been more than happy to shoulder the burdens of parenthood even in a platonic way. You stop yourself from wondering what that path might have looked like. You made your choice and this is path you’re on now, there is no other way but forward.

“I’ll have you know,” Satoru points a finger gun at you smugly when he returns, child-free, “my kid thinks I’m the smartest man in the world. So one of you is lying and I know it’s not her.”

“Your kid is biased and spoiled from snacks and gifts,” you retort softly with a grin.

“I don’t hear the voices of the naysayers praying for my downfall, sorry,” you both release a chuckle at your exchange and a comfortable silence falls between you both. “I should probably get going I guess.”

You smile at him politely, “we should do this again sometime, I wanna see what else in our movie collection Itsuki will have you watch next.”

Satoru grins, “it better be the Digimon reboot DVD set I saw in the corner,” he pauses before asking you seriously, “our kid does like Digimon, right?”

“You’ll be happy to know that her favorites are Palmon, Kokomon and Wormmon in that order,” you tell him smugly. How could he think otherwise? Did he forget who you were? “The plushies are just in the toy chest she has at the foot of her bed.”

Your child had to be a fan of Digimon, she had no other choice.

Pt 2 Here

translation:

五月 five moons

五 five (same character in Gojou 五条)

月 moon

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #satoru gojo x reader #baby daddy gojou au #this came to me in a discord conversation and it wouldn't leave my mind so i had to write it because it is messy #this was getting so long it has to be split

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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 11

Chapter 10 Chapter 12

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. FLUFF. ANGST. Cursing, mentions of grief, violence against Black men, Soft Sam. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: A year after dating Sam, things began shifting in your relationship as you two grow on this journey through a superpowered world. You go to the Avenger's party after the opening scene of Age of Ultron and later on a date with Sam where he shares devastating news.

Word Count: 4,491k

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You were freaking the fuck out on the elevator. You were in Iron Man’s house. Technically, not yet as you were still in the elevator on your way up. But still. You were in a place only a few were privy to.

Sam stood next you, looking as dashing as ever in a red shirt and black jacket, keeping it casual. You decided to do the same, wearing a simple blue dress and flats. You were not going to fall on your ass in front of these people. At least not from heels.

The doors slid open and a wall of noise greeted you. You tried your best not to bug your eyes out looking at everything. It was so opulent, shiny, and new. The space was huge, obvious since Iron Man had the entire top floor to himself. But still, this place could fit five of yours and it still would be big.

Sam placed your hand in the crook of his elbow, took a deep breath with you, and joined the party. He smiled and nodded at people, seeming to open up further inward. You pinched him every few moments every time you saw an Avenger. A freakin’ Avenger!

Hawkeye stood off to the side talking to a few people. Iron Man was dressed in a dark suit as he schmoozed with people around him. There were a few veterans down by the pool table laughing it up.

“Sam! You made it!” You both turned to the right to see Steve making his way through the crowd. He wore a blue shirt and a brown jacket and you couldn’t help eyeing the similarities in their style.

No wonder they got along so well. They were both old men stuck in the body of thirty year olds. You couldn’t help but smirk as Steve and Sam greeted each other.

“Gorgeous as always,” Steve said, nodding to you.

Your cheeks heated and you giggled. Sam looked at you like you were crazy. Could he blame you? You were on a first name basis with a superhero. Your life was officially nuts.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Enjoy the party. Try to at least,” Steve said. He smiled and moved away but you got the sense that he was unsettled.

Throughout the party, Sam stuck to your side like glue. He introduced you around to the few people he did know. You saw Natasha speaking to a Black lanky man in a suit. Natasha turned her head to you and you waved.

Natasha excused herself and floated over to you. Her red hair was stark against her white dress and she looked dropped dead gorgeous. You told her as much and she waved you off. “I love to dress up when it’s on my terms,” she said.

“I’m stealing her, Sam.” Natasha looped her arm through yours and you turned to Sam. He lifted his eyebrows, asking if you were good. You found the one other person you knew here, so you weren’t completely alone. You nodded.

“Go grab a drink and catch up with Steve,” you told him. Though you were here to help celebrate their win against Hydra, you knew that Sam had to talk to Steve about Bucky. After a year of looking, you weren’t sure how much longer your man could continue. He placed so much stress on himself trying to impress Steve, it was worrying you.

“Come on, drink time,” Natasha said. She dragged you towards one of the bars. Yes, one of them. Iron Man had multiple. You grabbed your favorite drink, sipping it and letting it give you some liquid courage.

You and Natasha talked about your interview and how you took to the job. “I just hope I get it. I will strangely miss the front desk,” you said. You didn’t think that those words would ever cross your lips, but it was true.

You liked working with Ariel and you could hide at the front desk. Running meetings, you were front and center often. And you’d have to defend yourself to a group of people who had been in combat where you hadn’t.

“Hey, outside perspectives are just as important. Everyone could benefit from that,” Natasha said. An Avenger was trying to cheer you up. You really had gone to Loony town. You thanked her and asked about being an Avenger.

“It’s…something,” she said, getting a smile on her face that you couldn’t decipher. “Someone’s got to do it right?”

“Would you like to do something else?” You asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Never had a chance to consider it.”

You got the hint that there was more but you weren’t going to pry. You sipped your drink and scanned the room. Sam found his way to the pool table, playing with Steve and some veterans. He looked so in his element, you wished you could take a picture. You were not going to be one of those people.

A booming laugh sounded from across the room and you shrieked a bit. “Got a taste for hot Nordic gods?” Natasha asked.

If you could sink down through the floor, you would. “He’s just so…” You didn’t have the words. He was big, charming, and a literal god. Like…who wouldn’t be obsessed with him?

“Want to meet him?” Natasha asked.

“Absolutely not, I’d die,” you said with a laugh. You may regret it the rest of your coming days. You tried really hard not to let anxiety define you. You refused to end up like your mother, jumping at every single shadow. She had genuine issues but she refused to get any real help for it.

“Come on,” she said. She pulled you by the hand anyway towards that side of the room. You caught Sam’s eye as you did and he followed your path. He grinned and shook his head, noticing exactly where you were going. You mouthed for him to help you and he threw up his hands.

Asshole. You were so going to get him back for that later. Natasha brought you around some veterans by the couches. Thor sat there, telling a really wild story about something called…Frost Giants? You didn’t want to know.

Natasha introduced you as Sam’s girlfriend. Thor threw up his hands like you were long lost buddies. “Sam is a great man,” he said.

Oh god - god- that accent. You only smiled and bobbed your head. So many things you wanted to say got twisted in your mouth, forming a little ball of nerves that made your tongue stop working. Thor, a god, just smiled at you.

“She will be a counselor soon,” Natasha said.

“I don’t have it yet,” you corrected.

Thor smiled. “Ah, I’m sure you will be a fine…counselor,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said, finally able to speak like you had some sense. “And thank you for…all that you do.”

You wanted to die. You wanted to crawl into a tiny hole and never get out. You sounded so stupid. Natasha was enjoying every second of it. She leaned against a couch as you spoke and Thor clapped his hands together. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it sounded like thunder.

“Team effort all around. I’m only glad I could help,” he said.

A veteran came to punch Thor in the shoulder. “Let me tell you a story now, son,” the man said.

You smiled and waved to Thor as he excused himself and sat down to talk to the veterans. You were sick to your stomach, yet glad that you did get to speak to Thor. He was so gorgeous in his red jacket, long hair pulled behind him. If you weren’t with Sam…you’d be dating some loser. Because Thor already had a human girlfriend who was a friggin’ genius. And there was no way you would even attempt flirting with the man.

Besides, you didn’t want to compete for shower time when wash day came around.

You joked with Natasha and tried to keep an eye on Sam but he was too far gone in the swing of the party. You decided to relax a little. You were not a little kid with a security blanket. You were capable of relaxing and enjoying the party.

Natasha introduced you to a few more people, someone named Rhodey was the same man she had spoken to earlier. Another man named Bruce. You shook his hand. He was adorable with curls and a nice suit. He looked even more uncomfortable than you did at this party. There was also Maria who was also tall and gorgeous, with a beautiful red dress.

You managed to relax as you humanized these people. Yes, they were larger than life and taking on threats no one even knew about. But they were still people. Or human-like in the case of Thor. They were just people who had power who chose to fight for the human race. It was admirable and made you love these people even more. Not only as a fan but now as a…friend?

Were you friends with the Avengers? Was that a thing? They knew your name. Surely, that qualifies as friends right?

A snatch of movement made you look up to see Sam on the top floor, looking out over the crowd. He was in a deep conversation with Steve, sipping on his glass. Probably bourbon of some kind.

He didn’t see you so you were content to look at him, your eyes always drawn to him. He was so damn sweet and kind. This was beyond anything you had imagined for your future. But you couldn’t imagine your life without Sam now.

He was such a huge part of it, you weren’t even scared anymore at the thought. You just wanted to see where else you went and where else you found yourselves. He had been all over the world already, but he said he wanted to explore it again at his leisure with you.

The party was starting to wind down and Sam had come back to your side. You were still talking to Natasha when strong hands circled your waist. His chin came to rest on your shoulder with a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long,” he said.

“That’s okay. I hogged Natasha all night,” you said.

She smirked and shook her head. “You’re way better company than these boys,” she said. She said good night and left you two alone.

You turned in your seat at the bar, facing him. He cupped your face and brought you closer for slow, deep kiss.

It took a moment for your eyes to blink open, but when you did, you looked up into his pretty brown eyes. “You are amazing, you know that?” He asked.

“You are,” you said.

“Home?” He asked.

“Lead the way,” you said.

Sam grabbed your hand and led you from the party. You giggled a bit as you saw an old man being escorted out. He looked like he partied a bit too hard. You ended up yawning on the way down from Avengers Tower, feeling a bit like Cinderella.

You rested your head on his shoulder as all the adrenaline left your body. You naturally felt so safe and calm with Sam, it was like he shooed all of your fears and worries away. On the way home, you barely kept your eyes open as Sam entertained you with his thoughts on the party.

Somehow, you made it to his place and in one of his T-shirts. You closed your eyes for half a second, and he was climbing in behind you, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you into his chest.

It was exactly where you wanted to be, forever.

One month later…

You giggled on the phone with Ariel while you got ready for dinner with Sam. Even though it was approaching a year and half with him, he still took you on proper dates. He wanted to see you dolled up.

By now, he’s seen you in your bonnet and still thought you were hot enough to snack on. He’s seen you at your absolute worst, sweating and heaving that time you got food poisoning. And he’d seen you at your absolute best, for your sibling’s graduation and how you clapped and whistled with pride.

Ariel was telling you about Ruby. They had almost been dating as long as you and Sam. “Ya’ll make me so sick,” you said, teasing.

“We make our own selves sick,” Ariel said, full of affection. “I still can’t believe I’m living somebody. Me!”

“I know. Miss Fuck These Hos,” you said.

“Right! That fuckin’ part there!” She screamed and you laughed. You held up two sets of earrings up to your ear, trying to decide which one went better with your tawny brown dress. You felt like being extra fancy, even going as far as to get a manicure and pedicure.

Tonight felt no different than any other night, but if he was going to keep asking you on elaborate dates, then you were going to continue getting pretty for no reason. The dress was a tad too short, showing off your thick legs, but Sam would love it. That’s all that mattered.

The doorbell rang and you told Ariel that you would talk to her later. “Tell Sam to have you home by eleven sharp. I don’t know why you think you grown all of a sudden,” Ariel said.

“Bye!” You cackled as you made your way downstairs with your shoes. Your dad was shuffling towards the door. It seemed like he got slower and slower every day now. He got winded walking up the stairs. Still, you begged him to go to the hospital but he was too afraid to leave your mother for anything other than work.

He opened it, greeting Sam and shaking his hand. Sam talked to your dad, his voice already doing wonders on your body. You descended the rest of the stairs and came around the landing. Sam’s face instantly lit up, taking in your outfit.

You twirled a bit for him, walking over to him and hugging him. “I don’t even know what to say. You are so gorgeous,” he said.

You smiled and patted his chest. “You charmer,” you said. “Dad, take your medicine, please? If you don’t, I’m driving you to the hospital.”

Your dad waved you off. “Son, will you remind this young lady that she is young and should be worrying about herself?” Your dad kissed your temple and shuffled back over to the living room chair.

“Yes, sir, I will.” Sam laughed and escorted you out the house.

“I’m worried about him.”

“I know,” Sam said and kissed you on your temple. “He worries about you too.”

You climbed into the car and soon you were off to some restaurant that Sam picked out. You talked about nothing and everything. You talked all day long and yet when you got in the car with him, you found more and more topics to talk to him about.

You talked about everything. Superheroes, life, the fate of the world, politics, religion. There was no subject off limits between you two. Though you tried hard to stop, there was always something in the back of your mind waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You weren’t expecting Sam to let you down. It was more that you couldn’t trust something that made you this happy. After a lifetime of cleaning up other people’s messes, it was a wonder that you got to keep something for yourself. Sam made you this happy.

After parking the car and holding your hand right up to the front door of the restaurant, you couldn’t help studying him.

“I got something on my face?” He asked.

You giggled and shook your head. “You just make me really happy, Sam,” you said.

He grinned at you, planting a soft kiss against your cheek. “You’re my happy place,” he whispered against your cheek.

Settled into your seats, the evening passed in a hazy like way. You talked and giggled and made fun of each other’s plates. It was like you were watching a montage of the greatest hits in your relationship. You paid attention to the vibe and atmosphere of the place.

Cozy, intimate. The pasta was good and delicious. You ordered your favorite one and spent the night defending it to Sam. He only chuckled and said he still liked you despite your weird choices.

You were perusing the dessert menu, wondering what you could take home. You always found a second stomach for dessert but tonight you were stuffed.

“I need to tell you something,” Sam said slowly. You looked up at him. He wasn’t really looking at you, playing with his napkin on the table.

Butterfly wings flapped painfully in your gut. Was he going to…propose? It had only been a year! You took in your surroundings. It would be a pretty nice setup for it. But, it was too soon right? Right?

“Okay,” you said. Your voice was small, breathy, fear clogging up your vocal chords. You wouldn’t be able to speak had you wanted to. You hadn’t even exchanged I love you’s yet. Did you love him? Could you marry him? Should you be panicking this much?

“It’s about the Avengers,” he said.

You loosed a sigh. Thank God! You didn’t know what you would do if he did propose. Now that he wasn’t, you weren’t that relieved. Did that mean something? Shit, you were turning into your mother.

The last you heard of the Avengers, they had been overseas involved in a huge conflict regarding some kind of sentient robot? The news coverage had been spotty and you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

Watching the news these days has started to break your heart. There was always something major going on in the world. And with these superheroes becoming more frequent, so did the bad guys. Sort of like a chicken and the egg situation. Did the villains come first or the heroes? Who spurred the other to action first?

The devastating effects of what happened in Sokovia was too much for you to comprehend. An entire country had dropped in on itself, killing thousands. The Avengers had stopped that ordeal, but barely. And with so much loss of life. You shivered.

“I do not envy them that job,” you muttered to Sam. You placed the dessert menu down and gave him your full attention. “What’s up?”

Sam took a deep breath and finally looked at you. “I have decided to join the Avengers,” he said.

You stared at him, your head cocked to the side, trying to decipher what he just said. You giggled nervously and shook your head. “Sorry, it sounded like you said you joined the Avengers.”

Sam nodded. “Steve asked me to join. With Tony retiring, Barton retiring, Bruce off world, Thor back in Asgard…he needs a new team. I said yes,” Sam said.

You licked your dry lips. A tickle in the back of your throat burned with a repressed cough. You drank some water. Tears pricked your eyes. Your chest thundered with your heartbeat. Beating wildly against your rib cage.

“Please say something,” Sam said.

You scoffed. “You took me to fucking dinner, knowing I can’t blow up like I want to,” you snapped.

“That’s not why,” Sam said.

“Are you kidding me? Like are you actually joking?”

“No, I’m not. I have a chance to do good in the world. Way more than I did as a pararescueman. I can help people on a global scale,” he said.

“Fighting aliens and robots and shit? Are you nuts?” Your voice was getting higher, drawing attention from nearby tables.

Heat burrowed through your chest. You felt explosive. As if you could simply burn from the inside out. You stared at Sam, desperately trying to figure out what was running through his mind.

“I know it’s dangerous, but it’s not anything–”

“So you just make this huge ass decision and say nothing? A year together and I supported you going off to hunt down you-know-who. I supported you working with Steve because it meant that you would come back. We talked about how you didn’t want to join the Avengers, that it wasn’t your thing. And now? What changed?”

“Steve asked me-”

“Oh, Steve asked you. That makes all the fucking difference,” you said. You couldn’t believe this. Couldn’t believe that he would just…accept it and not say anything. What did it mean for you? Did he expect you to join him? The hell were you going to do at an Avengers compound? Play mammy?

“Let me finish,” Sam snapped, a sign of his own anger. It was rare to see it. Rarer still that it was directed at you. “Yes, Steve asked me and I wrestled with this decision alone. Before you start, I’m not asking for anything to change between us. I know how you are with your family. I’m not going to ask you to move with me or give up the opportunity to become a counselor,” he said.

“How I am with my family?”

Sam sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that-”

“How did you mean it, Sam?” Your voice was deceptively calm. You were so furious, you could toss him through the wall and not give two shits about it. The tears in your eyes turned annoying. You swiped them away from your face. Sam saw the gesture and his mouth turned into a frown.

“I meant that I know you take care of your family and I’m not trying to rip you away from them. The compound is not that far from here. We can take the train to see each other. You always said you wanted to take more train trips.”

“With you! With you by my side. Not on my fucking way to see you,” you said.

“You have every right to be mad,” he said.

“Don’t shrink me, Sam. This is bullshit. You ambushed me,” you said. You couldn’t even inject any venom in your words. You were just hurt. So fucking hurt, your heart was on fire. He set it ablaze like a wildfire through your veins.

You knew this was too damn good to be true. Here was the shoe drop. Really, this was your first real fight and it was turning ugly fast. “You didn’t fucking trust me enough to make this decision with me. You just made it. Ever since you went on your little adventure with Steve, you’ve been chasing that high.”

“What?” Sam asked. “I don’t get high doing this.”

“You like feeling useful. Sticking up for this bullshit ass country that doesn’t give a shit about you!” You didn’t care if you were yelling. You didn’t care that you were making a scene. You didn’t care that you had become one of those cliched Black couples that fought in public and made it everyone else’s problem.

You were a funny story now in someone else’s life. While your world was crumbling around you, disappearing before your very eyes. Marriage, picket fence, some kids running around. All of it was snatched away with a few simple words from him.

You were about to ugly cry and you didn’t want him to see it. You stood up from the table and threw your napkin down. “I’m going home.”

You walked out of the restaurant into the bitter cold of DC. The cool air could not dampen your anger. In fact, it made you rage. Bubble over with it. Consumed by it. It swallowed you whole. You pulled your phone out of your purse with shaky hands. You could call Ariel but you didn’t want rationality right now. You wanted to throw something. Hit someone. Tears fell freely away from prying eyes.

Your temper has always scared you growing up. How your little body would fill up with so much rage. You would punch walls, break things, toss things. When your mom got on your case enough times, you internalized that rage. You listened to music too loudly to hurt your ears, you bit your lip to the point of bleeding, you picked at scabs to leave scars. You didn’t cut yourself, you didn’t want anything too obvious. You didn’t want people to worry about you. You had bombs quaking in your bones whenever you were angry and you wanted to minimize the fallout every time.

You had worked so hard not to be this person. To push your emotions away until you could trot them out in the safety of your room. Dole them out and feel them one at a time so you aren't overwhelmed.

You hated being ambushed most of all. There was no way to guard against that. No way to prepare and stick your feelings in tiny boxes to be unwrapped later. Away from others.

Fuck him. He knew that. You had no indication that he wanted to join the Avengers. How could he ask you to live with that uncertainty? In the military, he dealt with human villains. Human scum who committed acts of violence on others. That was one thing.

With the Avengers, there was no telling who or what he would go up against. And you were terrified that you’d get a call one day telling you that he didn’t make it home. You couldn’t lose him. Not like that. It hurt too much to think about.

You called for an Uber and waited away from the restaurant. Why couldn’t he be more selfish? Why couldn’t he protect himself? Hadn’t he done enough for this shitty ass country? When was it enough? When would Black men stop shedding blood for this cruel country?

“Wait!” Sam jogged out of the restaurant. You held up your hands.

“Not another step, Sam,” you said. You sniffled, the tears making a mess of your makeup.

“Baby, please,” he said. He was out of breath. Tiny clouds escaped his mouth as he stared at you. “Let’s talk about this.”

“Fuck you! Now you want to talk? When your mind is already made up?”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Your heart cracked. You could feel the jagged crack splitting your heart in two. You wanted to run into his arms and hold on tight. But you also wanted to kick his fucking teeth in.

“I’m not safe to be around like this, Sam.”

“Let me take you home,” he said. He stepped closer and you stepped away. Your phone dinged with your approaching Uber.

The small sedan pulled over to the curb. You confirmed the driver details and license plate and climbed in. “Wait!” Sam called after you.

You told the driver to move and you didn’t look back. You let the tears cloud your vision on the way home.

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nevereverthem · 2 months

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Bonkai Headcanon:

Kai can't help but drop whatever is currently in his hands whenever Bonnie enters a room.

TVD : At first I read it the wrong way and thought about a kind of "manipulation", dropping things deliberately...

In the prison world :

1. Bonnie would ask Kai to hand her some paper or whatever.

He'd grab the thing then feign giving it to her but drop it last second.

_ Oops.

A playful grin would appear on his face.

She'd give him an annoyed look then squat down to pick the thing up the floor.

For a slight second he enjoys seeing her at his feet, something twitching in his pants...

When she'd be risen, she would be closer to him, holding his gaze.

Kai's mind would be swirling by itself. Eyeing her face, staring a bit too long at her lips a few inches from his. Switching between her eyes and lips a few times, confused about why that burning desire he felt was here. He didn't know much about feelings at that time but he was aware enough to know he wanted her.

She'd shake her head and roll her eyes at him then turn away to get back to her work.

Kai would get back to earth, blinking, and resume what he was doing beforehand.

2. When Bonkai were in the same room and everything was silent for a bit, Kai would drop let's say a pen on the floor. The tiny click sound was enough for Bonnie to raise her head from the book she was reading to look at a man bending over to grab what had just fallen on the ground.

He would be suspiciously slow to pick the thing up, not to her dislike. She would take these few seconds studying his body. She'd get over his ass quickly, focusing on the way his body flexed searching for the thing he'd dropped that had rolled under a piece of furniture. He wouldn't be using his magic just for that, and she was somehow glad he hadn't, because it meant she'd be able to enjoy a little show.

When he'd finally straighten, his neck would have reddened due to having his head a bit upside down from the quest. Bonnie would wonder what he would look like when he was making more effort while....

_ Something interesting over here ?

He'd obviously catch her staring, flush threatening to spread over her face.

She wouldn't bother answering and got back reading as if nothing happened.

Kai wouldn't be able to hide the smirk that appeared on his face. She wanted him as well.

And then later in the real world when tey're finally together as a couple :

One day Kai would have dropped something, not deliberately this time, so he'd bend over to pick it up.

When he'd risen up, he'd catch her staring.

_ Reminiscing, Bonster ?

She'd frown in confusion, then realisation would hit her, eyes widening.

_ You used to do this on purpose !?

Her accusing tone would make him grin brightly.

_ How do you think I made you fall in love with me, honey ?

_ You little piece of...

He'd grab her face with both hands, gentle, murmuring.

_ Yeah, yeah, I know. Love you too.

He'd kiss her softly, and she'd melt into the kiss, forgiving that bastard of a husband.

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So, then, I read the Headcanon again, and realised my "mistake"....

In the Prison world :

Each time Bonnie would enter the room without warning, Kai would drop whatever he had in hand. Whether it'd be a glass, a bag of crisps, or a possible weapon. Some accidents made more damages than the others....

One day he'd drop a glass that shattered into pieces on the floor. Troubled as he was he didn't realise he actually stepped on the broken glass and cut himself. So, as reluctant as she was, Bonnie helped him get rid of the shards in his foot.

She couldn't help but tease him.

_ Are you that scared of me ? Do your hands falter every time I approach ?

He locks eyes with her and dead straight answers.

_ You're so breathtakingly gorgeous, things just fall off my hands whenever I see you pass by.

The serious expression of his face hiding sarcasm behind was so familiar to her. She chuckles, glances a second at the ceiling then back at him.

_ Funny.

She lets go of his foot and stand from the couch she was sitting on.

_ You know how to clean it and wrap bandages. You're big enough of a boy.

She gives him a fake friendly smile then walks away.

Real world new happy couple :

Kai would be doing some housework in the living room, holding a vase while cleaning a table.

Bonnie enters the room, without warning again. Kai would turn around and catch her sight, hands weakening abruptly.

The vase was about to hit the floor when Bonnie caught it with her magic. The object freezing in the air before she walks up to it and grabs it in her arms.

_ Are you naturally clumsy or is it just with me ?

She offers him a warming smile.

He sighs contently, a hand brushing against her cheek.

_ Your beauty amazes me everyday, it gets me weak in the hands whenever you appear before my very eyes.

He kisses her, rather so softly it's passionate.

Bonnie pulls away with a giggle.

_ What ?

_ So you were being serious ?

_ Huh ?

_ You've said something similar when we were.... In that place.

His brow furrow, then something lit in his eyes.

_ You remember that ?

She smiles.

_ Couldn't quite forget that. It took me so long to remove all the shards of glass from your foot.

He huffs in disbelief. Then bites back.

_ That reflects a lack of knowledge. You're quite great as a witch but you would need some improvement at playing the nurse.

Unperturbed, she places the vase back on its spot.

_ That's not what you said a week ago.

....

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dozing-marshmallow · 6 months

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Hi I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind writing high school au Lindsay x masc!reader x Tyler. Where reader writes like notes and reminders of who people are and where things are. And carries a first aid kit for Tyler and is always redirecting him from getting hurt. Reader and Lindsay sit and cheering with Lindsay at Tyler’s hockey games.

Helloo! Thank you so much for the request, this was a lot of fun to write for! 😊 regarding your other ask, I’ll get that done too! Thank you, and enjoy! 💜

(HIGH SCHOOL!) TYLER + MASC! READER + LINDSAY HEADCANONS

Every morning, you wake up and go to school with Lindsay and Tyler.

In your packed lunch, you always made sure to spare a small fruit salad for Lindsay and Tyler, a protein bar.

You weren’t the third wheel. You were the dad.

“Mind your step, Tyler.” you pull said sportsman from slipping on a spill on the stairs that could have earned him an injury so early in the day.

“Oh! Thanks!” Tyler smiled in gratitude,“Man, sports first thing is the best breakfast to have to start the day!”

You nod,“I’ll be getting my psychology test results back, so I’m hyped for that.” you turn to Lindsay whose naive eyes weren’t present,“Do you know what lesson you’ll be having first?”

“Huh?” Lindsay blinks and pointed a finger to her chin,“Something about reading...” so, no.

“English?”

“Ohh! I have Art and design! That tech thing with horses!” Strange how reading was the first thing that came to mind then,“Which way do I go for it again?”

“That way, Lindsay,” you point to the left.

“That’s why so many people are going there!” the gorgeous girl stares at the large chunks of students she’s probably never spoken to before walking in unison as though it was new, before her bottom lip quivers,“I don’t wanna go by myself, could one of you maybe come with me?”

“Course, Linds!” Tyler volunteers happily, putting his arm around Lindsay,“We’ll see you at the cafeteria, (Y/N)!”

“Have a good lesson, you guys!” you wave at the couple,“Wrong way!”

There were some classes you shared with Lindsay and Tyler, sometimes with just one of the other(mainly the subjects that didn’t have sets).

Lindsay always loves sitting next to you in the middle of the classroom. You played frequent drawing games with her between writing down the lesson’s content and she asked you a lot of relationship advice.

With the classes you had with Tyler, you wouldn’t be just sitting as a pair, but nearby other male acquaintances and have yourselves deep conversations with them.

You, Lindsay and Tyler had your presumed “closer” friends from different cliques, yet you three preferred spending lunch with each other on the same table, by the window.

You’re normally the first one there.

With the other two, it was hard to know, but easy to calculate- if Lindsay arrived second, that means Tyler got hurt somewhere. But if Tyler arrived second, that meant Lindsay got distracted and completely forgot she was meant to be having lunch.

As available, it was the first fate.

“Tyler... What happened to you?” you asked your friend who was setting his tray down, face messed up.

“Oh Theodore, what did they do to you!” Lindsay squeaked similarly, more as fright than as question.

“Tyler, Lindsay...” he mumbles Lindsay’s mistake, dropping his heavy bag under the table and taking his seat next to you,“Do you have a plaster I could use?”

“I got you.” you zip open your bag for your first aid kit.

“Tyler, don’t schools have a nurse?” Lindsay asked, tilting her head,“I thought every school had a nurse...”

“Those old ladies don’t do anything...” her boyfriend groans at the pressure of your finger applying the plaster,“Thanks, dude. I would be dead if it wasn’t for you.”

“Oh my gosh, me too!“ Lindsay gasps, dropping her fork,“(Y/N) has been the best smoothies I’ve ever gotten! My skin has been softer than a bunny rabbit since I drank it!”

A valid confusion spreads across Tyler’s bandaged face, trying not to move as you went on to clean his cheek,“Linds... What are you talking about?”

“That smoothie you bought for me last Saturday! Or was it Monday?” she suddenly turns to you,“(Y/N)! I didn’t see you there! You have this amazing smoothie named after you, I’m jealous! I wish I was named after something so phenomenal! So um, the (Y/N) that can blink, could you help me with this math homework I got?” she picks up her large pink handbag and begins searching through it,“I know we’re at school, but I don’t wanna do this at home when I have fashion to attend to!”

“I always knew you would rock the runaway!” Tyler grinned a toothy grin, digging into his school tray of pasta after you finished.

“Thanks, Tyler!” she blows him a kiss, with a hand gripping on a booklet,“But I gotta use some of my mascara ink to write as well. Could you help me, (Y/N)?”

You nod,“I’ll talk you through it.” she pushes her chair closer to your side.

She was in the lower class, so her homework should be more easy- to you, anyway.

Well, Lindsay must really have no idea how maths functioned because you were now on the eighth question, skipping the other seven, this one about simultaneous equations,“Which value do you want to make the same?”

“Uhhh...” she taps her temple,“All of them!”

“It doesn’t work like that, Lindsay.”

“Why not?”

“Because you need to have either x or y be the same so you can cancel them out to find the value to substitute in to find the other.” you explained, circling the two different xs,“So if you decide to make x the same, you will need to multiply both the x, the y and the outputs by the the lowest common multiple of the xs which is-“

“Ahhh, I give up!” she whines, using her multicolour pen to scribble over the question,“I can’t do this, I’m not made for this! First they make me wear a cardigan, now they make me do maths? Why couldn’t I do makeup instead...? All this is just living proof that school is founded on tearing down teen spirit!”

“Bang on, Lindsay.” you flick through the booklet to see how many pages she had left. Three, which was a quarter of what you’d usually get,“But it’s just a few more years and you won’t have to ever worry about it again.”

“Who says I’m worrying now!” she giggles, taking the homework back,“Thanks, (Y/N)!”

A part of you wanted to do the entire thing for her, but you knew that wouldn’t be ethical for her record,“Let me know if you need help finishing it.” pointless since Lindsay never remembers to finish her homework.

“Ohh, that reminds me!” she declares, shoving the work back into her bag,“Someone called uh, Summers wanted to see me at lunch, but uh... I’m sorta having a rusty time knowing who she is and what she wanted to talk to me about.”

“Biology.”

“Huh?”

“Mrs Summers. Your biology teacher?” you frown,“Did you lose that profile sheet I made for you?”

“Ohhh right! And I didn’t lose it! I just can’t find it.” the blonde claims, standing up from her seat and replacing the space with her handbag,“Don’t let the food bugs bite! I’ll be back!”

So, it was just you and Tyler.

“You’re a genius, (Y/N)!” was the first thing he said in the one on one interaction.

“I really am not.” you laugh lightly, taking a first bite of your sandwich after tending to Lindsay.

“You sure are! Linds and I dread this kind of stuff, and here you are, looking like you do it for fun!” the jock exalts, sipping on the straw of his juice box,“About that smoothie thing, Lindsay forgot her name when ordering so she decided to name it after you, thinking your name as something she could always rely on.” he chuckles,“Know anything about that from psychology?”

Oh, loveable Lindsay,“There’s probably a link!”

“While we’re on the topic... We were thinking of going there after school today. Wanna come with?”

You beam,“Count me in.”

Lunchtime was over and in every four weeks, the hockey jocks got to showcase how they’ve been working against other schools- they’d make their way early to the changing rooms, while everyone else had to make their way into the school ice rink for the bleachers.

Lindsay grabbed onto your arm to not get lost in the crowd. While you weren’t a sports fan, you did enjoy cheering your friends on.

“Go Tyler!” Lindsay proudly takes first place in shouting out the name of her boyfriend.

“Looks like he forgot to wear his helmet again...” your gut was right to bring out your first aid kit again. You’ll take care of the injuries later. For now, you hold your hand next to your mouth as the whistle blew,“Go Tyler!”

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mirambles · 14 days

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Guilty Pleasure Kdramas - Descendants of the Sun.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon I rewatched Descendants of the Sun. For all its flawed writing, an ending twist that none of us needed, I still love this drama and the main reason is how charming Song Joong Ki is as Captain Yoo Si Jin. SJK is not a strong built muscular man - the ones who would usually fit the bill of an army captain. The script writer even takes a jovial dig at this when Kim Ji Won’s character says he looks like a girl. Despite his slim face and petite frame he carries off the role with lot of panache. You can’t take your eyes off the screen everytime he is on it.

His confessions of love I can rewatch many times. No wonder the line should I confess or should I apologise went viral when the show aired and still features amongst the top dialogues in KDramas.

YooSiJin is witty and sarcastic, confident and brave, empathetic with strong morals, charming at flirting and dropping lines that are cheesy, but will still make your heart flutter and as a bonus is handsome. What’s not to love about him?

SHK looks gorgeous and while I am not a fan of her acting, I couldn’t stop being in awe of how pretty she looked in what are simple day outfits - cotton dresses , linen shirts and shorts rightly suiting the climate the drama is based in. The wardrobe I aspire to have! Once back to Korea she is in baggy trousers, long jumpers or scrubs and still looks ethereal.

This is the first drama of Kim Ji Won that I watched and her chemistry with JinGoo was sizzling! I was as invested in the second leads as I was in the main leads. While the angst and breakup owing to the father dragged on, at no point did those two bore you.

SJK and JinGoo’s bromance is also amongst my favourite bromances in Kdramaland. Despite the clear difference in their army ranks - their loyalty , respect , unwavering support and love for each other was evident in every single frame.

I can rarely enjoy dramas if the supporting cast is not good and this one has a good squad in the medical and army gang who kept the atmosphere light and funny. The white actor as the villain was unbearable to watch and later in my kdrama journey I would realise this is the norm - they are just bad actors and maybe dramas don’t have the budget to hire good non-Korean actors.

Not to forget to mention that this drama’s soundtrack remains amongst my top 3! YoonMiRae’s Always remains my top Kdrama song ever!

People call the drama cheesy, the plot all over the place, and that the last twist of back from the dead in the last two episodes dragged the show down! I don’t debate any of this and ultimately we all have our guilty pleasures. Guilty pleasures are exactly this - we know they are flawed, but if watching the drama gives you joy, you will keep rewatching it. As I do with DOTS - because even after 4 years and multiple rewatches, I can’t get over the charm of Song Joong Ki as Captain Yoo Sijin. I have since loved him in Vincenzo and ReBorn Rich, but both had no romance plots and I would really like him back on my screen wooing his lady love!

So tell me which KDramas are your guilty pleasures?

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billyrussohaven · 2 years

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Into my Web

Chapter 1

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, vampires, biting, blood, obsessive thoughts, dub con, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.

A/N: This has been sitting around for a few months. Well almost a year honestly. Life happened and we never really got to wrap it up with a pretty bow finish...But we worked so hard on it, we didn't want it to never be read or enjoyed. So I will be posting this story because I have fond memories of it. I hope you guys will enjoy it, we sure did have a lot of fun writing this.

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��Come out, sweetheart! I know you're here!” Billy called out with a predatory smirk. It was a dangerous one, one that said despite a smile he was feeling quite a fair bit of rage. He loved the chase, he couldn't deny that. But he was getting a little sick of this now. No matter how long the girl had been with him, how many times he punished her for disobeying him, it seemed she wouldn't learn. It was pretty fucking irritating.

Human servants and toys were a common thing in the underbelly of the vampire world. They were illegal of course but it didn't mean he didn't know how to get one. The black market was rife with vampire activity and he had a good friend that told him where to find one. He hadn't really ever desired a human servant or toy. Humans were food. Why the hell would he want one to accompany him everywhere and keep her alive? But after visiting his friend, seeing his harem of humans and just how obedient they were, how much they did for his friend, he couldn't say he wasn't intrigued. He had always been a jealous type, it was just in his nature. When he saw his friend happy and being served like he was, he wanted that for himself. So his friend had told him just where to go. He didn't need a harem. He didn't have a problem with getting girls to sleep with him so he wasn't too fussed about that. But one little obedient human who obeyed his every whim sounded fucking fabulous. He’d been pretty bored lately so it seemed like fun.

The big mansion was out of the way, in the middle of nowhere in Nevada and full of girls. According to the vampire that ran the place, Jenson, they all went through strict training. Those unable to keep a high standard were just used as blood bags. He'd been given a list with names and prices and one of them stood out to him because they were a lot cheaper than the others, it intrigued him a little. He couldn't help but wonder why. Then when the girls who were ready, the ones whose training had successfully been completed came in, you stood out to him once again. He hadn't known you were the one with the low price right away but you stuck out like a sore thumb.

All the girls were in short silky white nightgowns, no doubt to make them more appealing. Billy couldn't lie, it worked. But you caught his eye. Most of the other girls seemed to follow a pattern. Drop-dead gorgeous, the overly gorgeous type, very tanned and most of them blonde and ridiculously tall. Their faces all practically looked the same. Girls who could have been models or something. They were tall, had ample cleavage but were stick-thin everywhere else. He'd been with that type many times and honestly, he'd grown bored of it. You were the only exception and it piqued his interest once more. You were shorter than the others, not following the same pattern of the other girls and didn't look the same. Not too big, not too small. You looked a lot meeker than the others too, something about the aura around you. Overall, it made you look more vulnerable. Made you look weaker. Easier to break. It intrigued him.

The man stepped next to each one and told Billy their names. Their eyes had to be directed at the floor until their names were picked and then they had to look at him. He had grown impatient and bored as the man made his way through the line of the boring girls, his eyes glued on you. Then the man uttered your name and you looked at Billy. Your eyes made him stare at you for a moment. The other girls paled in comparison to you and he was unsure why you were so cheap. Maybe the market was into the other style of girl more but Billy was bored of that. You were something unique and it was exactly why he had ended up buying you.

He had seen the fear in your eyes as he stepped towards you, he'd wondered if this was the first time someone had expressed interest in you. If the market really was geared towards the other type of women then maybe you had thought no one would buy you. Jenson had looked almost shocked too as Billy stopped right in front of you. You lowered your eyes immediately and he wasn't sure if that was part of your training or if you were just scared. He could hear your heart thumping wildly in your chest so he knew you were frightened. You should have been. He had put his finger under your chin, tilting your face to look at him. Your eyes snapped back up to his then and he understood it was your training. You were to avert your eyes unless instructed otherwise. He wouldn't have minded but your eyes were beautiful.

When he had said he wished to buy you, the other vampire had looked shocked, telling him that he could find someone more to his taste if he required. Billy had been a little offended at that as if the man had told him he didn't have good taste in women. Sure the other girls were pretty, but it was more general beauty, nothing like you. You were more like a dark beauty. Not one that would have been on the catwalk but something more hauntingly beautiful. Exactly why he wanted you as his new toy. His pretty little doll. He had been informed that you were a good worker though, how you were only here because your father had given you to them to repay a debt. None of them had expected you to get through training, thinking you would be a mere meal. But to everyone's surprise, you were the hardest working there. This pleased Billy greatly. He knew he had made the right choice with every word he heard.

You'd been very fearful of him when he took you home to his place in the middle of nowhere in Upstate New York, as you should have been. You would tremble terribly just being near him and any time he stroked your hair or cheek you would flinch and squeak, no doubt wanting to run and scream but you kept it in. Part of him enjoyed your fear, the natural predator coming out in him, but the other part wanted you to get used to his touch. You would have to get used to it since he planned on doing it more. He never forced himself on a woman, never had to, which was why he planned to break you just enough so you would be begging for him. It had been just over a year now though and your relationship was a strange one.

You were a hard worker, Jenson hadn't been wrong. But at least once a month you would suddenly become hysterical and try to escape. Those were the times he would punish you. He had used his compulsion to find out your fears. Darkness and claustrophobia. So after your first escape attempt, he locked you in a tiny dark closet. He had actually felt a twinge of remorse when he heard you banging on the door as you sobbed helplessly begging for mercy. He hated feeling anything so he forced himself to go out and leave you so he didn't have to put up with your useless crying. You shouldn't have disobeyed him. He could be good to you if you just behaved. He hadn't returned until the next day and when he opened the closet you were laying in the fetal position. Your eyes were open but vacant and you didn't respond to him at all. He had worried for a moment he may have broken you too much and cursed himself. You were far too pretty to break completely just yet, he thought he might have ruined the fun for himself.

He had been nice to you that day. Bought you all the foods he knew you loved since he'd compelled you to tell him everything about yourself. He wasn't sure why he had done that, he was just curious about you. But he was pleasant that day, holding you and telling you that he didn't like treating you that way, you just had to behave. You seemed to seek out his comfort in those moments he was very nice to you and he found himself enjoying it. Having you letting him hold you that way, the calm and peace. But after just over a week it was back to normal and you would be fearful of him again until you found enough courage to escape again. Around in circles you went.

It had irritated him to no avail when you kept trying to escape, not understanding what was wrong with you. Surely you knew he would catch you? You knew what would happen yet you still took that risk. But as the months passed by, he seemed to grow accustomed to you running away and sometimes found himself enjoying it, loving the chase. His house was in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by woodland, it wasn't like you would come across any help here. After a few months, he had lessened his punishment to just the closet with the light on, fearing he would shatter your mind completely if he kept it up and then he would have no fun at all. In a way, he admired your spirit. Every time he would punish you, you would seem broken for a few days but then you seemed to glue yourself together. He liked to think he had a hand in that with being so nice to you afterwards. It was a mind game of course. Showing you he could be nice if you just obeyed him. He didn't enjoy any of it. Holding you, inhaling your sweet scent. No, of course not. He was lying to himself and he knew he was. He did enjoy it. He found himself enjoying your company. The longer you were there, the more you relaxed and you had even had a few laughs together. It had been odd for him. It seemed so...normal sometimes. But deep inside of him he just wanted to be accepted, to be loved, as much as he hated to admit it. And in those moments when he had broken you he was able to mold you however he wanted, just for those few days. Sometimes you'd watch movies together whilst you sat in his lap. You would talk about a lot of things. It was strange. He found it cathartic, soothing even. He never knew having a new toy would bring him this feeling but he was glad to have you. You were serving him well.

He hadn't slept with you yet. Not that he didn't want to. No other woman seemed to compare with your beauty in his eyes. He was a monster, but he certainly wasn't that type of monster and he wouldn't take you against your will. Anytime he stroked your cheek and looked at you with that hunger in his eyes, you would start to shake, so he never went any further. He knew he could have easily slept with you when you were broken but he knew you would never forgive him when you came back to your senses. For some reason, that felt oddly unpleasant so he hadn't. He’d kept himself busy with other women to keep him satisfied that way.

He never fed from you either. He wasn't really sure why but he just hadn't. He had always gone out to hunt and keep himself well-fed. Maybe he didn't trust himself not to drain you, he wasn't sure, but strangely enough, he hadn't ever tasted your blood. He'd even put you on suppressants so you didn't have periods anymore.

He knew your blood tasted sweet because he had smelt it. He had been in a rage for something or another and trashed the living room. When you went about trying to clean up after him, you ended up cutting yourself on a broken vase. The smell hit him immediately. It smelt divine, more enticing than he'd ever experienced. He knew when he looked at you that his face had changed because you'd gasped and fell back on your ass and stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Your rapidly beating heart betraying your fear. It only made you more appealing to the predator inside of him. He wanted nothing more than to go and drain you dry but the look of utter fear felt like someone smacked some sense into him. You were his toy, he doubted he would find another so interesting so it was best you stayed alive. He didn't feel like being bored again. He had fled from the room fast to go and find someone else who could satisfy his needs.

It had been hours later he returned, full but not really satisfied. After smelling your blood, no one else seemed to quell the craving he had. But he was back in control for now. Much to his horror when he got back he noticed the door was unlocked, he cursed himself for leaving in such a hurry and not locking it, sure you were gone. He was surprised when he opened the door and you were curled up on the couch. You sat up when he walked in and he couldn't help the curious look on his face that you'd not fled. You'd escaped so many times now and you had your chance. He hadn't been there and you would have had a good head start if you wanted to leave. It might have been the one chance you had to really escape. Not that he wouldn't track you down and bring you back though. His curiosity only increased when you stood, watching him with careful eyes. Those pretty fucking eyes. He could hear how fast your heart was beating, you were still scared of him. He didn't move, just watching you to see what you would do. He had given you a charming smile like he always did and that seemed to reassure you enough. He had been more than shocked when you walked over and wrapped your arms around him, thanking him. He knew why though. He could have fed from you, could have drained you. Yet he had left swiftly. He almost felt like you staying here and not leaving when you had the chance was your way of showing your gratitude for that and it somehow pleased him a little.

A hug. It had been strange. He didn't really hug anyone much anymore since he'd gone his own way. His found family had been the only exception and that was more than rare these days. Yet his little pet was hugging him for simply not draining her, that he had been merciful somewhat with her. Instead of laughing at you or pushing you away, he wrapped his arms around you too, enjoying it. This was the first time you had let him touch you willingly when your mind hadn't been broken. That you'd actually touched him. Despite the fact that you weren't too fearful normally with him now, the only time you were really scared was when he would touch your face, neck or hair. Then you would shake and get quite upset. It was nice for you to come to him, to let him be like this with you without your mind being in a bad place. He felt like he was making progress with you. He wanted you to get used to him touching you and you seemed like you were in some way.

Or at least he thought you were. But things quickly got back to normal. You would behave, do everything he asked of you. You would actually get along and have some interesting conversations. When you were a good girl he treated you well. He was still demanding and threatening when the need arose but in some ways, it was like you were his friend. But then you would suddenly snap, as if it had all been a ruse and you would flee. He would always find you, bring you back and punish you. The next few days after you would be broken. Pliable to him, needy with his affection he showered you with. Then it would go back to normal again. Rinse, wash and repeat. He was impressed however that your spark hadn't gone. Sure, it was annoying when you disobeyed him and tried to leave and then he’d have to put up with you crying when he punished you, but it was interesting that after all you'd been through, all your training and all your punishments, you still weren't completely broken. You were a special one, his pet. And that's exactly why he intended on keeping you around for a very long time. He’d even toyed with the idea of turning you. Possibly soon before you aged too much. Even you couldn't remember your age. You'd been in that place training since you were a young girl. You had lost count of time and your birthdays. You were forced to forget a lot of things. You weren't a person anymore. You were a thing. A servant. A toy, his toy. And you would be for the rest of eternity. Forever his pretty little plaything.

Billy stopped and closed his eyes with a sly smirk. He could hear how fast your heart was beating. Thumping wildly in your chest like the wings of a hummingbird trying to escape. He could smell you too. Your scent was always alluring, he’d know it anywhere. It was starting to rain now, the sky dark. He didn't need the light to see though, he could see well enough without it. He knew you would be cold. You were only in your pyjamas. He had bought you some clothes and things in your time together. At first, he had thought he would dress his toy up in slutty clothes, maybe none. But when he laid eyes on you and decided to buy you, it didn't feel right. Not that he wouldn't mind seeing you naked, of course he’d love the pleasure. But you weren't like the other girls. You were special, you were his. So he had bought you expensive silky black pyjama shorts and a cami. You looked divine in them. You looked divine in everything.

He spotted you then, running like your life depended on it. To you it did. You were quite far from him but he was there in a split second with his vampire speed. You yelped when he was suddenly in front of you and fell into the mud on your back. Your bare feet were covered in mud and most likely hurt with you being out here without shoes. You were soaking and shivering as Billy pounced on you. He was his most menacing with you when you had dared to escape. He had to keep you in line, after all. The niceties would come after your punishment. He pinned your wrists above your head, his weight on you pushing you deeper into the wet muddy floor and you bucked and tried to get him off you.

“Let me go!” You screamed at him. It was useless out here, you knew that. It didn't seem to stop you though. It amused him, you were rather strong for a little human. If any human man ever tried to kidnap you he’d probably be sorry. Then again, Billy would torture him until he begged for death if anyone else touched you. You belonged to him.

“My sweet Y/N, don't you ever listen?” He grinned, nothing mirthful in it though as his dark eyes pierced you. He could compel you to obey, sure. But where was the fun in that? He liked a challenge, and dare he say he liked the fire inside of you. You didn't show it too much. Most of the time you were quiet and just did as he asked. Other times he managed to make you open up and even on a few occasions, after being here a while, he had managed to make you laugh. You had a similar sense of humour which had shocked him but he liked it. But the times you would for some reason decide to flee, you were nothing but fire. You didn't cry, you didn't beg him with nice words. You were just a ball of angry fire and he loved it. Although he still didn't know why you kept trying to escape. He treated you very well when you behaved.

There were never any signs you were planning to escape either. It always kept him on his toes but honestly, it kept his life exciting. You would be a good little pet one minute and the next be running like a bat out of hell. If it was anyone else he’d have snapped their necks after their first try but there was something about you. You had so many layers to you and he actually liked having you around. When you behaved, you obeyed his every command. It was quite fun having a little toy to play with.

You were still trying to fight with him, but of course, he didn't move an inch, he was much stronger. He scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder carelessly. You screamed and yelled and pounded his back, but in a flash you were back inside. He plonked you down on your feet in his room, right outside the closet. This would be where another layer of you would appear. You stumbled back into his chest and he gripped your arms tightly so you couldn't run.

“N-no! Please!” You begged, shaking your head as your chest began to heave. Still no tears though. They never made an appearance just yet.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You left me no choice. One day you'll learn you can’t ever run from me,” he replied coldly before he shoved you inside and locked the door. He left the light on. The only time he locked you there in the dark had been your first ever punishment. After you being so broken for over a week and fearing he had ruined his toy for good, he decided one fear was enough. You were claustrophobic so this would still break you just enough, just for a couple of days.

The tears started then. You were hysterical as you pounded at the door, begging for mercy. He heaved a sigh as he poured himself some brandy and sat in the armchair. He didn't much like punishing you anymore if he was honest. Hearing you begging him like that, hearing you so upset. It left a very unpleasant feeling in his chest which annoyed him. If you didn't misbehave he wouldn't have to do this. He downed his drink before standing and grabbing his coat. He needed a real drink. He needed to get out of here. Your cries were chipping away at the little sanity he still held onto.

He swiftly left and slammed the door. His keen vampire hearing could still hear you down the hall. How you got more frantic when you knew he had gone. Knowing there was no chance now to beg him to let you out. He would come back in the morning, just like he always did. Maybe he would get you some flowers. You seemed to like that last time. Your favourites were forget-me-nots. His little pet would be broken and he would be the one to put you back together. You would be lovely and pliable and he would lavish you with affection. It was all part of the mind games. You needed to know if you behaved, things would be good for you. It was nothing to do with anything else.

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sketchfanda · 11 months

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse:Amazon Crown

Krillin checked his watch as he waited under the shade of a large tree, waiting for his appointment. It was more or less a tradition he maintained ever since that period of time when he trained for the 23rd world martial arts tournament, particularly around the point he and yamcha,then and chiaotzu went their sewerage ways. Naturally he’d told 18 about this little annual routine of his,to which his ever hot wife understood and more than encouraged him. All she asked for in return as always for every explicit, juicy detail to which he gave a deadpan glance up at the capsule corp camera drone hovering uo around in stealth mode. His attention caught as he saw some bushes rustling and the sound of foot steps as a figure emerged from the nearby forest. Suffice to say if you were to see this person now you’d think only one thing. She was drop dead fucking gorgeous!! The definition of the term of amazonian beauty,as she had the fsce of a supermodel, the curves of a pornstar and the glorious physique of a muscle goddess. Her sculpted arms effortlessly hauling a massive twin-headed axe as her armoured plated leather boots moved with a graceful powerful stride. Her legs exquisite tree trunks of powerful meat with those wonderful hips and thick,juicy thighs sporting exotic tribal tattoos and a flowing mane of platinum blonde hair. Her exquisite physique highlighted and showed off by a scalemail pattern two piece bikini,overall she had the look and aura of someone out of s fantasy adventure novel. Krillin had never quite gotten a name from her, she omly ever seemed to prefer being called by her job title as the bombshell looked his way, noticing him and cracking a soft small smile on her serious yet pretty face. “On time as ever,aren’t we little man? Then again,who am I kidding,like you ever miss this…” The stunner quipped as the compact fighter and off duty cop clad in his turtle school gi as he tightened the blue belt around his waist.

The shortstack martial artist walked behind the woman, eyes glued to her backside as he couldn’t resist drinking in the view. Her powerful back and shoulder muscles flexing snd her bubbly,juicy meaty thing clad ass jiggling and shaking with every step as the blonde babe shot a glance over at him his way. A catlike hum and smile on her face as she blew him a kiss, making him blush. “W-well You know me Amazon, I like to be punctual…” he humbly replied in good humour and nature, blushing as Amazon,as she was known,giggled cute and melodically. Walking with a distinct sway and sashay to her hips. Her meaty thighs rubbing together as she flexed and clapped her booty cheeks. The pair walking deep into lush jungl like greenery around them. A labyrinth of trees, vines and bushes with the odd boulders and ruins here and there. Every year since thst time training for the 3 years until the next tournament Krillin would meet up with Amazon on this,the very date they first met. It was by chance during his wandering snd travelling the world when he had come upon this muscle mountain woman facing a hoard of wild vicious dinosaurs and helped her out of a messy jam. The warrior woman more than appreciated the help snd feeling indebted to Krillin, decided to help him out on his training journey by having him tag along with her in some quests rounding up bandits and hunting down beasts and monsters to slay for food and money. But for the thicc swole work of art who sensually licked her lips at the short ming, this day of the year was something she looked forward to for a different reason. Soon as they came to a nice shaded clearing, the sunlight shining through the mesh nest of leaves snd branches and making the nearby waterfall sparkle as she placed her axe against a nearby tree. Her smile soft,seductive snd sensual as she turned to face Krillin.

“That’s one of the things I just love about You, really. So modest, humble…but so strong..and so…” the muscle queen spoke, her tone becoming teasing, seductive as she reached behind her back and began to undo the clasp to her bra. Removing ti to expose snd flash her naked tits before him. Krillin blushing yet not poking away as this vision of sexy muscular art stripped before him, shedding her gloves and boots, watching on as she hooked the string of her thong,sliding it down her powerful tattooed legs as little web trail of arousal stretched from her slit. The warrior monk turned cop not wasting time as he she’d his gi, Amazon biting her lip sensually as she admired his atlas class muscular body. Those Herculean features of course nothing compared to his cock and balls as the former rose to erectness. The pair of warriors taking in the sight of one another in the nude, their arousal growing as Amazon closed the distance between them, leaning her statuwese frame to his 5 foot own,cupojng his fsce in her hands as she caressed it. “So damn good at making me feel like a woman…” With that said, the platinum blonde stunner pressed her lips to his as she began making out with Krillin, moaning as she felt his hands grab and squeeze her glorious ass. Their tongues dancing as they felt the memories of taste and sensation flow between them and into their bodies. The only sounds between them being the chirping birds and cicadas and the stealth drone watching and recording this union.

You see that day fateful day years ago,on their final week or so together, before Krillin was ready to move in and continue his training journey, as they sat at a campfire together, Amazon had learned he was a virgin. So she decided as a thank you for being such a great fighter and strong companion and the comfort and warmth his presence had brought, she would give him his first time. Her own bit of experience ensured she woild give him the experience to truly become a man and know how to please a woman, but her shock and delight at how surprisingly well endowed he was was quite the surprise and oh how she came to love their union. Long into the night, then the morning and into the very next evening. For a full day, sunset to sunrise to repeat, two or 3 days had it been? The shirt king the muscular bombshell made love, their bond of trust making for a sensual experience,tantric even as amazon’s sexual experience honed krillin’s own quite gifted intuition and instincts as they mated like animals. Amazon had been with her share of men and plenty of women too, often both at once. But that day with Krillin was a whole other matter as every orgasm they shared deepened their bond, as she felt her bidy develope the desire to have him outright breed her. To have him claim her like the alpha male he was and use her as he saw fit, until she was overflowing with his seed and her womb carried his young. Their parting had been a bittersweet sorrow but didn’t become goodbye forever,as they basked in the afterglow and Amazon swore to promise that every year on that day, the two would meet up and spend the day fucking like primal beasts. Suffice to say Krillin more than stuck to that promise to make time and keep to this appointment even long after having married. Hell of course he had to let 18 know about his little tradition snd surprisingly she not only understood but encouraged him to plow thst not piece of ass like he did to her on their honeymoon.

‘That wife of mine,honestly….’18 was one majorly kinky woman who was of the idea thst since he could satisfy her, a cybernetic bombshell with infinite stamina, then ore than one woman was needed to sate his own libido. She practically got off on the idea of him sowing wild oats,but he digressed as he returned to reality to resume making out with Amazon,moaning into each other’s mouths as their tongues danced and swapped spit. Smacking and clapping her ass like a set of bongo drums as she ran her own hands alon his back to his shoulder and torso. Purring as she massaged his muscles, wondering if he’d gotten buffer since their last time together. Before shamelessly purring sensually as she grasped his cock and balls, stroking and jerking thst rigid shaft in her hands. The grip she normally held her axe with applied to his length and girth as she felt her palms and fingers become soaked and slick with his flowing pre cum. Taking delight in his reactions before he in turn coaxed deepthroated moans forth from her as his own hands began to move and caress along gorgeous,muscular form. Shuddering as he cupped and squeezed her glorious tits, tweaking her nipples as he moved his head to nuzzle and kiss those twin orbs,suckling and licking away at them,as he and Amazon moved to kneel together on the soft lush grass. Making out sensually as they groped one another’s bodies. Heavy petting exchanged between them as soon Amazon laid backflat on the ground, purring as Krillin straddled her upper torso, hands grasping her tits as he sandwiched them between his cock. Thrusting and pumping between the valley of that firm,juicy cleavage as she kissed and licked the exposed tip whenever it came near her lips. Before she soon sat up,moving him to sit on her shoulders as her arm and back muscles flexed. Hands grabbing his ass as she shoved his cock into her mouth,deepthroating him right off the bat as her lips kissed the base and balls of his cock. Making Krillin shudder as rode the momentum to commence facefucking the muscular work of art of a warrior woman. Amazon’s moans muffled as she felt her pussy gush with sticky,warm nectar while Krillin pumped his length and girth like her mouth was an oral pussy. Her neck swelling and bulging as his balls smacked against his chin,the force of this fellation making her tits bounce and slap against his toned rear.

Once Amazon had achieved the goal of getting a nice mouth snd face full of his jizz, she was soon on her hands and knees, muscles flexed and tensed as her skin glistened with a luscious sheen of sweat. Moaning and rolling her head,tongue out like the bitch in heat she was as Krillin knelt behind her, his fsce pressed against her loins as his hands grasped and spread her juicy ass. Rimming her pucker and lapping away at her slit as he drank uo her juices. Practically making out with her cooch before deciding he’d coaxed enough orgasms out of her as he adjusted position. Grasping her waist as he lined uo his shaft, running the tip against her not,sloppy pussy and pumped his hips. Amazon throwing her head back to let out an orgasmic howl as she felt that familiar,wonderful sensation of his cock penetrating her, his size enabling him to not just hit her G spot but the entire alphabet as the tip kissed the entrance of her womb. But when he started moving his pelvis like a jackhammer, she truly knew what pleasure was as her ass shook and jiggled with every impact of their loins smacking together. His balls smacking her clit, juices splashing as she grasped the grass, her sensual muscles tensing as her spine arched and her toes curled. The exquisite familiar bliss of mating with Krillin flowing through her body as she the short king commenced the ancient primal dance of man and woman, their little spot in the woods filled with the sounds of their passion. No need to keep count of her own orgasms, only his as every instance of his cock erupting and flooding her womb woild they shift and change position. The warrior woman relishing every instance as he came so much inside her without ever pulling out. His stamina and staying power godly as they made use of their special day to go through their own personal kama sutra of lovemaking positions. The drone hovering unseen as it transmitted to its voyeuristic viewer.

How Amazon loved and cherished every instance of their lewd erotic bonding. Holding hands with her short king as she rode him cowgirl style, his gaze locked on her bouncing tits as she wore a facial expression of sexual ectasy as her juicy bubble butt milked that cock. To wrapping her arms and legs around him as she found him holding her up in the air,arms hooked around her powerful legs he pumped away vigorously into her gushing snatch, their tongues dancing together in a sloppy kiss before they soon rolled around and about in the grass battling for dominance in a mating or Amazon press,pun unintended. The warrior woman accepting her defeat with gusto as either way she won by never losing her union with her stud. Hearts glowing in her eyes as they laid together in missionary, her studly friend with benefits laying atop her as his hips sacked into that hot,overflowing pussy. The platinum blonde hottie wondering if this might yet be the day her little ma would bless her with a child. She woild yet have that army of strong sons and daughters yet but the fact their baby making involved such fun only helped motivate her desire to be knocked up by her short king. The sun at high noon as the lair showed no signs of stopping, as they aimed to go all day and all night to dawn itself. As back in Krillin’s home, 18 sat naked in her bedroom, shamelessly masturbating as she pumped her Warrior Monk dildo into her pussy. Grinning as she moaned without shame and plenty of pleasure as she indulged in her voyeurism. Nothing rocked ehr more tha seeing her little man sow his wild oats,as she glanced at the calendar to see what other regular fuck buddies he had an appointment due. Oh yes,the universe would see plenty of Krilln’s babies and they’d be glorious!, the future would be chestnuts!!

#sketchfan85 #sketchfan #sketchfanda #krillin #krillin smut #dragonball krillin #krillin dragonball #amazon #dragons crown #amazon dragons crown

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Hi y'all ! I just finished my most recent Steddie fic. If you have any headcanons or requests feel free to drop an ask ! Im always a slut for Steddie

AO3 full fic under the cut

Edith knew she was possessive. Clingy. Jealous.

Crazy, if you asked most guys.

Not that Edith gave a fuck about what they all thought. Not when she finally had him. The man of her dreams. The one who's had her heart for as long as she could remember.

Steve.

Her Stevie.

The beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous man who bridal carried her out of literal hell. Who bulldozed over any doctor unwilling to treat her and threw his father's name around even though he hated the very thought of using that power. Who nursed her back to health and refused to sneak a peek when helping her in and out of the tub (what a wonderful, fucking frustrating thought).

Who got along with her Uncle Wayne, sitting and watching the game with him, sharing a beer and laughing in commiseration.

And the day they finally got together. He'd set up a beautiful picnic in the woods behind his house, path lit up with twinkling fairy lights and her favorite foods laid out on a soft blanket. Steve had even fucking dressed up as her favorite Lord of the Rings man and recited Arwen's vows to her.

How could she not jump his bones then and there? (And what a bone indeed.)

Edith was already planning their wedding, something non-traditional, maybe a ripped up wedding dress, adorned with chains and sparkling blood-red jewels. Steve would look so handsome in a deep red vest and black tie.

(And maybe they were young, but when you almost fucking die for ungrateful small-town assholes, who gives a fuck)

Her Steve never made her feel lesser—like a trailer trash washout everyone said she was. He believed in her, defended her every time. Even bringing out his nail studded bat to deal with Carver's old goons.

With all the love and care and cherishing he gave her, how could Edith ever think about letting him go?

And all the love Steve gave her? She gave back just as much. Supporting him when he needed, when his head hurt too much, became too dark, swirling with negativity that didn't belong in his beautiful head. Stood up for him when the kids took it too far (they had no right to make fun of his grades or how long it may take him to process some stuff when he had literal brain damage-) And the way Steve looked at her every time she did it.

It broke her heart.

He deserved so much more than he'd been given. And Edith would be the one to give it all to him.

And yeah, Edith saw how other women would look at her boyfriend. How they'd try to flirt and bash their pretty little eyes at him.

(Oh, Edith certainly wanted to bash something.)

But Her Stevie never looked their way, never even gave them a passing glance. His eyes were always on Edith, alight with adoration and love (and lust that sent shivers down her spine and heat between her thighs).

And Steve was so fucking sweet all the goddamn time.

Chivalry may be dead, but Steve Harrington was bringing back a revival.

He held doors opened, helped with overflowing books and papers. He even stopped bullies from going after Edith's little sheepies and Robin's band friends. Hell, he'd lend out pencils if he could remember to bring extra (Billy Hargrove was lucky he was fucking dead, and Byers was on thin ice). No, with his soft, floppy hair, down-turned puppy dog eyes, and reformed heart of gold beating in his beautiful hairy chest, it's no wonder that people flocked to him.

So if Edith had to defend what was hers, could anyone really blame her?

Girls knew better than to go near Her Stevie. One wrong look and they'd meet the right side of Edith's combat boots. Because none of them knew Steve like she did (and never would, as long as she was around). They didn't know his dreams. Fears. Didn't sit up with him when the nightmares and paranoia were too much. Didn't know how to help him through his migraines and insecurities. All of them just looking to add Steve Harrington as a notch on their bedposts.

No, they knew to stay away.

Except.

There was always one bitch stupid enough to try, despite Edith's glares and other's warnings.

She (because Edith was not about to waste her time learning some tramp's name) transferred in halfway through the year. A grade below them and pretty, Edith supposed, long beach-blonde hair and a button nose.

With an attitude absolutely worse than dogshit.

She clung to her Stevie, even when Steve asked to not to. Wherever Steve was, she would just... appear. Basketball practice? She'd be in the stands, embarrassing herself with loud cheering. Shift at Family Video? She's leaning against the counter, arms crossed under her chest to push up her boobs.

(As if Steve would look; he'd always made sure Edith knew how much he loved her smaller chest. Perfect to cup in his large hands.

“Besides,” he smirked one night, “they'll have room to grow when I knock you up.”

God, he always knew what to say to get her going.)

No, Edith never needed to worry about Steve doing anything. Her sweet, loyal boyfriend would never.

But she took it too far.

She and Steve had a rare shift together at Family Video (after Keith had turned tail when the “earthquake” hit, and Robin was prompted to manager, it was easy to get herself into one of the gross green vests) when she walked in, trying to flirt and failing miserably. After watching her sad display for a good 10 minutes, Edith was finally able to ring her out, giving her a condescending smile and a fake-cheery “Come again!” when she crossed the line.

She'd leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek, ignoring the look of utter disbelief and outrage on Steve and Edith's faces respectively. She was gone before Edith could even think about leaping over the counter and dragging her back by her dried up straw hair. Seething, she turned to Steve, and all anger disappeared as she took in her boyfriend's face.

Steve was staring after the bitch, mouth open and eyes wide. Suddenly, his face crumpled and he turned to Edith.

“E-edi,” he choked out, hands waving uselessly. “I-I swear I didn't know she would do that. I don't even like her-I swear I have never-I would never-” Steve's voice cut off, choking on his own unwarranted guilt. He looked seconds away from collapsing to his knees and Edith could see him begin to spiral.

She worked quickly, dragging the panicking man into the breakroom, uncaring of the empty, unattended store, and closed the door. Robin would understand, just as protective of Steve as Edith was (that was her brother, her twin flame after all).

“Stevie,” she said softly, grabbing hold of one of his warm hands and placing it firmly over her heart. “Breathe with me baby, follow my heartbeat.” She took an exaggerated breath, keeping her pulse even. Steve sucked in a breath, eyes closed and trembling. Edith remained calm as her mind rolled with thunder.

How fucking dare she do that to her Stevie. How dare she send him into a panic attack. She had no fucking right to kiss him, to ignore his boundaries-and then to send him spiraling into what he was most afraid of? To try to paint him as some cheater like his pathetic asshole of a father? She felt him let out a whimper.

“It's okay,” she shushed him gently, leaning up to place a kiss on his forehead and tipping his head to rest against her clothed shoulder. Steve's hands gravitated to her waist, where they belonged, and he breathed in her scent deeply. He held her there, grounding himself as she continued to hum reassurances.

Edith settled a hand between his shoulder blades, further leaning him into to her, and the other ran through the short locks at the nape of his neck soothingly (another privilege only she got to have and will ever have). She swayed them slightly side to side, letting the tension and hurt wash away.

“My sweet boy,” Edith cooed, pressing a kiss against the shell of Steve's ear, “I know you'd never do anything like that. You'd never lead anyone on or cheat. I know baby.”

With those final three words, Steve slumped fully, though careful not to put his full weight on her. The tension gone, like a puppet's strings snapping, in an instant.

“I'm sorry,” he said weakly, muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

“None of that darling; it's not your fault.”

No, it wasn't Steve's fault. Never her Stevie.

But Edith knew exactly whose it was.

And she would make her pay.

Edith leaned against the picnic table, cigarette held casually between her fingers. She did all her business here where no one could accidentally stumble upon. Secluded. No witnesses.

Leaves crunched to her right and she tilted her head, hearing the skank's loud footsteps before even seeing her.

“Steve?” She called, stepping into the clearing and stopping short when she caught sight of Edith. Straightening to her full height, Edith stubbed out the butt of her cigarette under her steel-toed boots. She was already tall compared to other girls, boots only adding to her imposing figure. She crossed her arms, looking the other girl up and down, unimpressed. “What are you doing here? Where's Steve?”

“I'm afraid he won't be joining us,” Edith smiled sharply, laughing when she took a step back. She pushed off the table, slowing coming to circle around her, a shark and her prey. “Stevie wasn't the one who called you out here. Hell, he doesn't even know we're out here at all.”

“What do you want?”

“Hm,” Edith huffed, stopping a couple of feet in front of the blonde, “I want a lot of things, but what I want right now-” she chuckled “I want you to stay away.”

“What!?”

“See, you decided to touch and cling and harass someone who very clearly didn't want it. Someone who had turned you down, way too politely in my opinion, and asked to be left alone. Someone who is in a happily committed relationship, who loves his girlfriend very much. Someone who's mine-”

“Ugh,” she scoffed, “you're really that fucking insecure? Steve could do so much better than some trash nobody bitch like y-” her words cut off, choking as the cold metal of Edith's pocket knife pressed against the skin of her neck.

Edith smirked, amused. “You think I give a fuck? So what if you think Steve could do better. He still chose me, and I'm going to hold onto him till my last fucking breath.” She pressed hard enough to get a trembling whimper. “And no snot-nosed pretentious bitch is going to do anything about it. So,” another shiver, “if you know what's good for you, you'll Stay. Away.”

Edith stared her down, dark eyes boring into her tear-filled ones. With a final scoff, she stepped away, blade folding elegantly back into itself.

“Now, be a good little girl and run along. I'm sure there's some dickhead jock just waiting to take you up on playing 'Hide the Sausage' with you.”

She stood frozen for a moment and Edith lunged at her, sending her rushing away, almost tripping over her own feet. Edith nodded, pleased, already planning her date with Her Stevie tonight (maybe a nice diner date with an even nicer dessert back in her ro-).

“Edi?”

Edith felt the air freeze in her lungs.

Steve stood on the other side of the table, face unreadable as his eyes darted between Edith and the direction the other girl went.

“S-steve-I-this is-” Edith swallowed, unsure. “I- what- what are you doing out here?”

“I came by the trailer to surprise you early for our date and Wayne said you were out here on a deal. I came to walk you back.”

“Did-how long were you standing there?”

Steve said nothing, continuing to stare at her.

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

Edith's breath hitched as her world fell apart.

He saw. He'd seen everything. He saw how she threatened some girl and held her at fucking knife point and now he was going to leave her and-

Lips crashed onto hers (when has Steve even moved-) and stole her breath away. Edith gasped, but quickly melted into the kiss, arms coming up to cling onto his shoulders.

Steve kissed her reverently, a single focused intensity that left Edith lightheaded. One arm around her waist, keeping her crushed against him as his other hand tangled in her unruly hair, almost afraid she would try to push away (as if Edith would her dream of doing that, not when he poured everything he was into her). She moaned, feeling Steve swell in his own pants. God, she could already feel it in her.

Gasping harshly, Edith had to pull away (Fuck the need to breathe, she though angrily), but Steve just moved onto her jaw. Nipping his way down to the spot he knew drove her wild, her knees threatened to buckle if Steve hold wasn't so strong. He gave her no chance of reprieve, sucking, licking, biting down-

“S-steve,” she stammered, pressing closer (not close enough, never close enough)

“I love you,” Steve whispered through a ragged breath into her curve of her neck. “I love you so fucking much Edith. Fuck-” He groaned out the last word, grinding against the heat between her legs. He leaned back up, chasing her lips as she pulled away, and let out a whine.

“Steve.” He tone made him pause, finally looking in her eyes. Confusion and weariness darkened her eyes. “I-you just saw me threaten a girl for-for-”

“For making me uncomfortable? For not taking 'no' for an answer and violating my personal space and boundaries when I've told her repeatedly to stop? For showing how much you love me? How much you'll do to actually keep me?” He growled the last words, giving her another dirty kiss. “God, Edith I-” Inhaling shakily, Steve squeezed his eyes shut. “I-I don't think I've ever been in love with anyone like I am with you. You... you make me feel like I'm actually worth something baby, like the things I say and do are interesting when almost everyone else has only ever made me feel stupid, lesser. No one's ever even fought for me, want me for me. You make me feel like...like I actually matter-”

“You do matter, Stevie.” Edith cupped his cheeks, making Steve open his eyes. They shun with unshed tears, though full of love. It made butterflies burst in Edith's belly. “You mean so fucking much to me. Fuck-you're my everything Steve Harrington. And nothing or no-one is ever going to change that. You. Are. It. For me baby, and all those people that ever made you feel any different are lucky I don't find them and-” She stopped, “well, You've seen what I would do.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed airily, gaze softening into a look Edith had only ever seen directed at her. Full of devotion, as if she had the answers to everything Steve needed. It made Edith dizzy with the realization that Her Stevie's world revolved around her like hers did him.

“We need to go,” Steve said simply, picking up Edith into his arms and she let out a yelped “Steve!” he walked the worn path back to his car swiftly. “Need to get you back to my place baby. Need to show you how much you mean to me,” He whispered into her ear in a deep voice.

“Oh.” A shiver ran down Edith spine, settling into a ball of heat in the pit of her stomach. “w-well, sweetheart, better hurry before I decide to start off early.” She gave a dangerous smirk that Steve matched perfectly.

Edith knew she was possessive. Clingy. Jealous.

Crazy, if you asked most guys.

But. Her Stevie wouldn't have her any other way.

#steddie #stranger things #Lulu writes #might do a smutty chapter 2 not sure yet #fem!Eddie

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