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worksby-d · 5 months

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About The Other Night...

Pairing: dilf!Andy Barber x babysitter!Reader

Summary: Seeing Andy for the first time since he fucked you in his car on the way to a Halloween party. (Part one)

Warnings: Age gap, Andy’s imaginary younger kid I made up to make the plot work, smut – oral (f receiving), biting, protected sex (they remembered condoms exist thank god), me continuing to convince everyone Andy has tattoos, 18+

Word count: ~2,900

He’s all you’ve been able to think about.

It’s been weeks of flashbacks to that night in his car. His hands on your body, whispers of praise in your ear, the marks you left on his skin.

You left the party early that night, unable to get him out of your head. Your clothes faintly smelled like him as you laid in bed once you got home, staring at the ceiling. And you came again, thinking back to just a few hours prior, chasing that same, euphoric feeling.

It wasn’t nearly as good of an orgasm as he gave you though and you let out a frustrated sigh, clenching your eyes shut to force yourself asleep, hoping you could just sleep your feelings away.

You refrained from texting or calling him since then. You wanted nothing more than to make sense of what happened… Maybe apologize for coming onto him. But would you mean it?

It doesn’t matter.

You knew it shouldn’t happen again.

But what he said… “I usually take my time with people I like,” and then “Another time?” when you wouldn’t let him do that. It kept running through your mind, making you wonder if he was thinking of you too.

To your surprise, he texted you first. No mention of your rendezvous, just straight to the point, asking if you could babysit his daughter again so he could take care of some work business while Jacob is at a friend’s house.

You almost replied instantly, but forced yourself to wait, not wanting it to be obvious you’d been hoping to hear from him again, even if it was just to ask a favor. That means he’s not upset with you.

As you sit in your car in his driveway, your mind races with what you’re going to say to him or what he’s going to say to you. Your eyes fixate on the time and you wait until the last possible minute to put your brave face on and walk into their house.

Lucky for you, he’s in a rush. You walk in to him giving his daughter a hug and kiss goodbye. And with a short–but genuine–Thank you, Y/N, he’s out the door.

On second thought, you don’t know if that’s really lucky for you.

You let out a sigh as you watch him and hear the door shut behind him. Great. You get to spend the next couple hours continuing to battle your nerves.

Maybe you do wish you would have just gotten addressing the elephant in the room over with.

When he gets home a few hours later, his daughter is sound asleep in her room. You’re an expert at wearing her out and getting her to sleep at a reasonable time, probably why the Barbers have kept you around.

You’re in his kitchen when you hear his footsteps come into the house. Instant sweaty palms make putting the dishes from dinner away harder. You almost drop them completely when you hear his voice behind you.

“Hey…”

Letting out a faint breath, you brace yourself and turn to look at him. “Hi.”

You wish you could say the smile on your face is a fake, forced one, but it’s not. Not when he looks like that. Like he had a long day and needs someone to tell him to relax. Maybe help him relax.

You inwardly curse yourself. This is pathetic, there’s no way he’s still thinking about you, so you need to be over it.

The awkward silence that sets in is undeniable. A silence that neither of you quite know how to sever.

“About the other night…”

What the hell, apparently you’re giving it a shot first.

He interrupts you before you can go any further. “What about it?”

He smirks and the look on your face mirrors his, relieved to hear his joking tone.

“I…” You try to go on anyway, but the words you’ve been rehearsing in your head have fled. You’re instantly flustered, hiding your face in your hands.

He takes the last few steps it takes to be standing in front of you and places his hands on your shoulders.

“Everything is fine,” he promises, rubbing his hands along your arms, encouraging you to drop them. “Look at me.”

You do and your smile falters. “Seriously… I shouldn’t have come onto you like that.”

Shaking your head, you open your mouth again to apologize, but he stops you.

He leans closer, causing you to still, nearly holding your breath.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he whispers.

Fuck, that's what you were hoping for.

His warm breath against your ear brings back the memories of how close you were in the front seat of his car. You have to swallow back a whimper.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either,” you admit.

He takes that, along with the fact that you haven’t tried to move away from where he has you backed up against the counter, as an OK to be the one to make the first move this time.

His lips ghost dangerously close to your neck, pressing a soft kiss below your ear. You can’t stop a whimper from escaping this time.

“Andy,” you sigh, tilting your head for him.

You’re a little apprehensive yet, not because you don’t want this again, but because you can’t help but hear that voice in the back of your head saying you shouldn’t.

He can feel your nerves as if they’re radiating from you. His kisses trail down your neck while his hands leave the counter behind you, resting on your hips.

“I won’t bite,” he teases, trying to put you at ease. But you feel his smile against your skin. “Actually… I remember you’re into that.”

That gets you to giggle. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him tighter against you so you can hide your face against his chest.

He lets up momentarily, laughter fading so he can be serious. “I’ll stop if you want me to…”

“Don’t.”

The word comes out quick, desperation clear in your voice.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

Him guiding you toward his couch and kneeling between your parted legs is all a blur.

He looks at you for approval as his hands slide up your thighs, fingers hooking in the waistbands of your sweats and panties.

“My turn, yeah?” He winks.

You bite your lip, your answer coming in the form of silently ridding yourself of your clothes for him.

“Good girl.” His hands return to your hips to help position you, pulling you closer, while his broad shoulders spread your legs further. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Your head falls back against the cushions. This is what your last couple weeks worth of dreams were made of.

“Please–”

Your plea is cut off by your own gasp as he begins placing tender kisses along your inner thigh, teasingly nipping your sensitive skin, enough to leave marks similar to the ones you left on him.

You can’t help but squirm, aching for him already. Your hands rest on his head, fingers threading through his hair, tugging ever so gently. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you’re being impatient.

“I told you, I take my time with people I like.” His words are mumbled between kisses, getting closer to where you want him with each one.

“God, I was kind of hoping you weren’t serious about that.” Your breathless laugh is followed by a moan when his lips reach your clit.

“I was very serious, but lucky for you…” His voice trails off as his tongue teases along your slit before focusing back on your clit. “You're very hard to resist right now.”

“Oh, fuck,” you sigh.

Your hands pull his face closer and he doesn’t fight it, devouring your pussy like he can’t get enough.

He has you in a haze, failing to notice your moans are getting louder with each lap of his tongue.

You take in a deep breath when he suddenly pulls away, pressing soothing kisses to your thighs again.

“You sound so pretty,” he teases. “But you gotta stay quiet for me.”

“Sorry,” you giggle. “It just feels so good.”

“I know, and I want to keep making you feel good, but you gotta be quiet, angel.”

Angel. You smile, but immediately try to suppress it. You definitely don’t mind that nickname sticking, but you can’t believe he has you grinning like an idiot while he’s between your thighs.

Nodding quickly, you promise to keep it down. You just need him to keep going, pulling at his hair again to give him a clue.

He catches on right away, chuckling as he gives in to you. Your eyes roll back as he hums contentedly against your sensitive cunt.

“Cum for me, baby,” he murmurs without pulling away, noting how your body reacts to the vibrations from his voice. “Come on.”

Your hand flies up to cover your mouth, quieting the moans you can't hold in as you let go for him. You lose yourself in the sensation of the high he gives you, body trembling as he works you through it, completely unfazed by your thighs pressing against the sides of his head as the pleasure becomes too much.

“Andy,” you gasp when you can trust yourself to control the volume of your voice again. Your fingers unravel from his hair and he takes that as his sign to ease up. He can't get enough of you though, causing your body to jerk with a few lingering kisses to your swollen folds. “Holy hell.”

His hands rub your sides and along your thighs as you calm down. Glancing back down at him, you can't help but let out a laugh. He furrows his brow, concerned he did something wrong, but you grab his hands reassuringly.

“Sorry,” you shake your head. “I've just never came from that before. That was… Crazy.”

Barking out a laugh laced with disbelief, he sits back and pulls you by the hands to sit up too. “What kind of useless guys have you been with?”

“I don't know,” you chuckle, biting your lip nervously. “But there's only one guy I wanna be with right now.”

He has an arm around your waist as you walk into his bedroom. You joked–but not really–that you didn't know if you could walk after how he made your legs shake.

He sits you on the edge of the bed while he quickly steps back toward the door, locking it out of habit.

“I won't make you be so quiet in here,” he whispers, leaning over you, gently pushing you back to lay down.

“Good,” you giggle, pulling him down with you for a kiss.

You both make quick of discarding the rest of your clothes. Your fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt as you rush to undo them. He takes over when he feels your frustrated groan against his lips.

“Easy, I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he quips, poking fun at your desperate movements.

A wave of embarrassment flushes over you, heat creeping up your chest and across your face. It’s quickly forgotten as he sits up to slip his shirt off though. Your eyes drift down his body, jaw dropping slightly as you take in his toned features that you didn’t get to see last time.

“Eyes up here, pretty girl.” He brings your attention back by cupping your face as he hovers over you again, getting you to look back in his eyes. There’s a teasing glint in them as his thumb strokes your cheek. “What’s that look for?”

Your hands press against his chest, moving up to his shoulders where your fingers trace along lines of black ink. “You have tattoos…”

He drops his head, stifling the laugh he lets out with a kiss to your shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’ve taken me for a prude of an old man all this time.”

“I…” Shit, you kinda did.

You dodge his question by moving your hands to his face to pull him down, closing the small gap that’s left between you with a kiss.

“We’re coming back to that later,” he jokes against your lips.

Your guilty giggle quickly turns into a small whine as you roll your hips, needy for the feeling of his cock again.

You let your hand fall from the back of his neck, moving between your bodies. He groans feeling your fingers wrap around his hard length.

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

Your chest rises and falls with shallow breaths of anticipation, but you have one last moment of clarity before fully giving into him.

“Wait,” you whisper.

He stops instantly, pushing himself up just enough to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” You shake your head, catching your breath. “Do you have condoms?”

“Uh, yeah, I…” He points toward a nightstand, but he doesn’t finish his sentence, a flash of panic on his face. “Are you not on–”

“I am,” you quickly assure him. Nothing happened, but that doesn’t mean you should do it again. “That was just kind of stupid of us last time.”

“Right.” You’re relieved when he laughs with you. “One second.”

Pleasure-filled moans from both of you fill the room as his cock finally sinks into you. Attempting to get him to move, you wrap your legs around him.

“I need a second, angel,” he chuckles, leaning to kiss you while you both get used to the feeling of each other again. “You’re–” He lets out a groan. “You feel so good.”

Your kisses travel to his cheek and along his jaw. “Please,” you beg quietly, grazing your teeth against the delicate skin beneath his ear.

Even though you’re imploring him, the first thrust takes you by surprise, a startled gasp falling from your lips as your head falls back against the bed. “Oh my God.”

“Attagirl,” he breathes out slowly, teasing you with equally slow drags of his cock in and out of you. “You can take it.”

“Uh-huh,” you nod weakly, mouth dropping open in a strangled moan as he sets a steady pace with his hips.

His muscles flex underneath your fingertips, your hands grasping onto his upperarms as he fucks you harder.

“That's right, hold on. I've got ya.”

Those reassuring words drive you wild. He slides a hand down your side to grip the back of your thigh, pushing it off his waist to spread your legs further, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

Your back arches, pushing your hips closer to his to feel him against your clit. The contact causes your legs to quiver, and you dig your nails into his arms.

“Damn.” You try to laugh, but it almost sounds like a sob. He's got you on the edge already. This is only your second time with him, how does he know your body so well? “How are you doing that?”

“Doing what, sweetheart?” He smirks knowingly, pressing fervent kisses to your neck.

You let out a shaky breath. “You're so good.”

“We've established you've been with useless guys,” he chuckles.

You'd laugh too, but you can't focus on anything that's not the pleasure threatening to erupt deep inside you.

“Please don't stop.”

He doesn't halt you when you begin to move in tune with him, relentlessly rolling your hips, desperate for another orgasm. You can't bear the thought of going home and having to take care of it yourself again. You need to be spent tonight.

“Let go.” His voice is low, close to your ear as he litters your jaw and shoulder with teasing bite marks. “Cum for me, Y/N.”

“I–” Your breaths quicken as he thrusts into you and pulls almost all the way out before doing it again. And again. And– “Yes, right there!”

He groans feeling your pussy flutter around his dick, chasing after his own release as he prolongs yours. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

Your fingers soothe over the scratches you're sure you left on his arms and back while he lays with you. After he pulled out, he shifted like he wanted to lay beside you, but you held onto him so he couldn't, liking the weight of him on top of you.

As if he can sense what you're thinking about the marks, he speaks up softly after a few shuddering breaths. “It’s okay.”

“Okay,” you chuckle.

To your dismay, he rolls on to his side once his breathing has steadied so he can prop himself up on an elbow. He rests a hand on your cheek, quieting your protest. “Do you need anything?” He reaches over you for a blanket to cover you with before holding your face again.

“Just sleep,” you sigh dramatically. The exhaustion is definitely hitting you though, it's not a total exaggeration. “Now I really don't think I can walk, by the way.”

He laughs at you. “Don't worry, I'm not kickin' you out.”

Good because you're two seconds away from falling asleep.

“But the kids…” You slur out the few words.

“If they see you, I'll tell them I got home late, so you slept over.”

“Are you sure–”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he cuts you off with a kiss to your forehead, teasing you. “You worry so much. Leave that to me.”

“Sorry,” you smile, offering him a wink that turns into both of your eyes falling shut for good. “Goodnight, Mr. Barber.”

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cheshirebitch · 3 months

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Alastor x Reader

𝔸𝕞 𝕀 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥? pt 2

( part 1 here ) ( part 3 here )

Husk was the first to notice me, since we both thought I was going to die.

“Oh (Y/n) you son of a bitch!” Angel grabbed me tightly into a hug, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Charlie ran up with Vaggie tailing her.

“How did you do it?” Vaggie and Charlie asked at the same time. Husk looked over and barked out, “How did she do what? Because she saved him and she also somehow saved herself from Boss Man’s wrath.” He took a swig of his drink, eyeing me suspiciously. I knew he was going to pamper me with a million questions later.

“Well, I just offered Vox information that sounded valuable in a state of dire quick thinking. Sure, he can be smart, but not on the spot. It was simply a trick play of environment and temptation.” After all, isn’t that what I’m good at?

“What was the info you gave?” Curiosity got the best of Angel. I smiled before pressing a finger to my lips.

“Can’t spill. Even if I wanted to.” A red magic spread across my face where it looked like my mouth was sewed shut. Angel recognized it from when he saw my chains appear before.

“Oh doll…” Pity. A look of pity is all I received and it made my chest tighten. My eyes scanned quickly over everyone. Everyone had the look of pity. I wiped the magic off before laughing dryly. “I have my ways around it obviously.” I waved them off. I don’t need their pity. I chose this. I just regret it lately. Alastor wasn’t always this closed off, at least not to me. We used to share almost everything. It was us against the world until he left me alone in it, twice.

“So, I take it we pissed off the Vee’s?” Vaggie stated as she looked at me and Charlie. She was holding up her phone that had Velvette’s recent social media post explicitly saying that Hell was about to freeze over.

“Well, it did give us the chance to actually redeem Angel Dust.”

“Everything comes with a price though, Charlie.” I alluded to what was to come. The battles I can see happening here in the future are enough to worry me on what’s to come. The future is so unsettled on what can happen right now that I can only see small things and not the big picture. I felt a tightness in my chest again.

“Stand straight darling.” Alastor smoothly spoke behind me as he pushed his hand against the small of my back and drifted up to make my spine straighten. I hate how he only gets on my case about that when Husk literally has a hunch back at this point. Deep breaths (Y/n). Deep breaths.

“Thanks sir.” I said through gritted teeth. Alastor flinched slightly at how I called him sir and how tightly I said it. He looked at me as if asking with his eyes, What is your problem? I couldn’t help but shift my jaw tighter. I squinted my eyes, You’re the problem dick. He clenched his jaw as well and pressed his hand harder into the small of my back, any harder and he would be pushing me. Somehow though, I noticed how his presence made the tightness in my chest go away. Despite the fact we were arguing through our eyes. Charlie turned towards Alastor, dragging our conversation to a quick halt.

“What should we do in preparation?” She was mostly looking at me and not Alastor which made my once annoyed face into a smug one. They are looking towards me for leadership now. I warned you Al, don’t play with fire. After all, you are the reason I’m down in this mess anyway.

“We need to cover all our bases and make it seem like we aren’t even worried about whatever they are doing, and continue business as normal. Alastor and I will cover the rest. Just watch each other and don’t leave without a partner for a little while.” He seemed to relish in the fact I still sounded like I needed him. I can’t help but feel like he loves that feeling, even if he left me and still won’t tell me anything anymore.

After spilling plans with Charlie and the team on what our next moves should be, I dismissed myself towards a separate room. I know he can feel the slight anger during our whole interaction because he swiftly follows me.

“Yes, Alastor?” He smiled wider with his stupid half lidded eyes. But my god do I always melt- stop it. You’re mad, remember? How could he keep playing with your feelings? It's like these seven years took everything we built between each other and ripped it to shreds as if we were never anything. Were we though?

“Inner battles dear?” I wish he would let that cheesy smile slip once or at least make it look sincere again.

“You tell me. You’re the one who kicked me out of my own room.” He hummed playfully as I scrunched my face in anger.

“Well, since you’re my pet, it’s also my room.” That cocky motherf-

“We need to talk, Alastor. I want to begin the negotiation of my contract coming up soon.” A slip, his eyes screamed worry but then it was gone. Bingo.

“Renewing it again? We both know you will.” My smile matched his which unnerved him slightly.

“Remind me why again. If I remember correctly, you abandoned me for seven years, won’t talk to me anymore, and have been acting weird lately. You aren’t the Alastor I signed my soul away to.” I seethed. He was holding his jaw so tight I thought he was about to crack his teeth. I leaned closer, almost on my tippy toes to get in his face, his head looked down at me. I saw a glimpse of those eyes he used to give me. The eyes he would stare at me with while I listened to him talk for hours. Then they were replaced with a slight hurt. He opened his mouth, his smile quivering as he thought of the right words.

“There you are! Nifty got stuck in the toilet again, can you help us get her out?” Charlie spoke loudly. Everything I was about to get, all the answers, just…

…gone.

The feeling of overwhelming… EVERYTHING. I wanted to yell at Charlie.

Why can’t you just wait? Fuck Charlie, you just ruined everything.

Alastor quickly fixed all the vulnerabilities he had and proclaimed, “Well of course! What type of help would I be around here if I didn’t?” I watched him walk away with Charlie, a hurt look that he caught when he glanced back.

His smile faltered quick enough for me to see it. His eyes glanced at Charlie as if trying to tell me something before he fixed his behavior and carried on as normal with her when she looked back at him. They swiftly walked out as I was left in the entertainment room.

Alastor, what did you do?

Husk was at the bar cleaning glasses from Angel and Cherri Bomb’s celebration. Swirling around my drink, wishing I didn’t drink as much as I did. I will hand it to Angel and Cherri for having such a persuasive way with drinking. My hair was slightly messy, my normal pantsuit switched out to my comfy clothes, and my eyes looked tired.

“You finally going to admit you had too much yet?” Husk chuckled out. I chuckled back before I sipped the rest of my drink down quickly. The glass hitting the counter answered Husk instead, and the sound of it sliding down to him as I smiled at him.

“Nope.” I taunted back. He shook his head, pouring more into my cup, and gently sat in front of me. I stared at it for a little while before Husk sighed and piped up, “Penny for your thoughts?” He knew I loved it when he said the sayings I normally do. Made me feel like we really are real friends, despite the situation we are both in.

“Well, I think I have a theory on what has Alastor… different.” I was careful with my choice of words as Husk eyed me. He knew I was never going to let this new Alastor last long. I mean Husk even was starting to get treated more like a dog rather than someone who helps Alastor with a slight rough friendship. Hard to believe we were all friends once.

“Continue?” Husk poured himself a matching drink as he watched me intensely. This isn’t something I would bring out loud unless I had some sort of evidence pointing towards it. I shuffled my hands around before stealing a quick sip of my drink.

“I think Alastor made a deal he regrets but can’t talk about.”

(Part 3...?)

(Lore buildingggg I promise next update will have one question answered. Can you guess which one? As always all characters and world belongs to the respected owners <3 story belongs to me. Tagged who I could! Thank you for loving the first one!)

(Should I add the songs that inspire the writing?)

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norris55s · 18 days

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the summer i turned pretty - charles leclerc & arthur leclerc

a reader x charles leclerc/arthur leclerc love triangle

warnings: intoxicated (but consensual) kissing

a/n: trying out a written piece/smau/texts weird hybrid but it was all i could come up with to get this idea across! i hope you all like it <3 (there will be a part 2)

also this was requested!! i'm so sorry anon i lost the ask but i hope u see it and like it anyways

Day 1

France is a place that isn’t easy to forget, but having lived there your whole life made it seem ordinary. The country that saw me grow up, and that I was glad to call home, failed to impress me every day because I was used to it. The beautiful architecture, history, and tourist attractions weren’t as beautiful to me anymore; it was my day-to-day life.

That wasn’t true for the beach house in Nice. It wasn’t mine, or my family’s, but that place never failed to impress me, even if it was my day-to-day life every summer. The Leclerc summer home was my favorite place on Earth. From its blue and white facade, the soft beige interiors, the pool and beach view, the big dining room, and the incredible company, there’s no place I’d rather be in right now.

“Y/N L/N, you have arrived!” Charles Leclerc, the ultimate reason for this place’s beauty, yelled out to me.

“Charles Leclerc, I have arrived!” I replied blushing, and opening my arms into an embrace. As every time I hugged him, my body relaxed and tensed somehow at the same time, safe and nervous, loved and not loved back. But aren’t all childhood crushes like that?

“I’ve also arrived, pote. If you even care,” my wonderfully annoying older brother, Alexandre, interjected. Charles let me go to greet my brother, and I turned to find the youngest Leclerc, Arthur, on his way to hug me hello.

“Hi, chérie,” he said with a smile on his face, ruffling my hair affectionately.

“Hi, Arthur. Up to no good once again?”

“I’m always up to all good!”

Pascale Leclerc, the boys’ mother, greeted me with cheeks kisses and pinches. Everyone then swarmed my mom, Alice. Sometimes I think my friends love her more than they love me, but that was deserved.

As every year before, everyone finally felt at home. And as every year before, the inaugural pool party started.

“Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of joining me at the pool?” Charles exaggeratedly held out his hand, as if we were Royals in a ball. Antics that I was happy to oblige with. Too happy for my dignity to recover.

As we made our way inside, and swam a couple laps playing around on who is faster, we wound up floating peacefully on a corner with the sun beginning to set.

“I missed you,” Charles said out of nowhere, making my heart do a somersault.

“I miss you too,” I managed to reply, feeling the blush on my cheeks.

“I want to hear from you more often. I know I’m busy with racing, but I always can make time for you Y/N.”

The thing about unrequited love is any show of affection feels like a marriage proposal. But of course I could not deny his request. He was, above all else, one of my best friends and one that I needed to be there for.

Hervé Leclerc passed away the year before, a couple months after the summer vacation. We didn’t know it would be the last time we spent with him, and I was worried about what this year’s vacation would be like with the boys’ father missing.

“I’m always here for you,” I vowed and he gave me a quick, chaste kiss on my forehead. To make sure I wouldn’t forget my promise.

As I looked at Charles’ glistening face against the darkening sun, I realized we would be okay.

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Day 2

“Chérie,” was the first voice I heard as I woke up, with Arthur knocking on my door for show and letting himself in.

“Too early,” I whined back and hid under the covers, to have them ripped from me by the guy in my room.

“It’s time for the sunrise beach walk,” he replied and I knew he was right, so I let myself be dragged outside the house. I couldn’t say no, since the sunrise walk at least once during the vacation is also a tradition between Arthur and I.

It was also worth it; we silently agreed for that to be time to catch up, be honest, and be vulnerable ever since we began taking the walks. This one would be particularly hard too.

“I really, really miss my dad,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulders to walk side by side.

I didn’t know how to handle Hervé’s death with the boys.

Enzo was older than me, even beyond his years, and there was nothing I could say that would be wiser, or better than what he had to say.

Arthur was quiet and reasonable, way more accepting of inevitables than me, more useful to himself than me.

Charles was passionate but closed, a master at compartmentalization, never letting me in even if I’d like to.

But Arthur, ever my closest friend, still needed my support.

“I know you do,” I replied softly and squeezed his hand. “It’s only normal, and I’m sorry you’ve been dealt these cards.”

Grief is a strange thing, but on the beach I hoped I let Arthur know that I would always be by his side, and that the sun will always rise again for him. With his steady breathing while leaning on me as we sat on the sand, I knew he understood.

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This was the third year Arthur and I were invited to parties that Alexandre and Charles went to. The promotion from little siblings to cool siblings opened up a new world in Nice. Especially one where I could ignore my schoolgirl crush on Charles through alcohol.

So I happily got ready, into a pink summer dress and into the car that would drive us all to an even bigger house filled with a bunch of privileged European kids ready to drink the night away.

The first drink came from Antoine, who sadly had a beautiful girl around his arms that indicated he wouldn’t be a good distraction. The second one came from Amelie, my Nice girlfriend, who was happy as ever to see me and catch up with me before she also found an arm candy and promptly left. The third one was on me, as I was forced to stare at Charles making out with a girl I learned was named Charlotte.

After that, I stopped counting and kept drinking, joining the dance floor to enjoy the numb feeling in my face, the new found careless attitude, and the music blasting in my ears.

Before I could process it, Arthur was in front of me, the blush on his face indicating he was also intoxicated. What started as a normal jumping around like one does at a party, progressed to a point where his hands were on my waist and my hands were on his neck.

I couldn’t even recognize the song anymore, too entranced on the way his eyes were on mine. There were no words, as was usual between him and I. We just knew.

I wouldn’t take the first step, but he would. Arthur’s lips met mine in a strong, messy kiss. I didn’t pull away. I did want it. And it wasn’t scary.

When we stopped to take a breath, I realized I wanted to kiss him again. As I was leaning in, taking the initiative myself now, another force pulled me away.

I walked by inertia, trying not to fall down in following who was leading me away from the crowd. When I looked up, I recognized it to be Charles.

I couldn’t breathe from the adrenaline of the kiss I just shared, but also from the touch of Charles’ hand on mine, even if it was to take me out of the party.

My reaction was all too slow, finally starting to protest.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” I defensively said, snatching my hand away from his. The butterflies didn’t leave anyways.

“You’re drunk, let’s go home,” Charles coldly replied and held my hand again on his way to the car.

“Why would I want to go home? I’m having fun,” I continued to protest and he continued to pay me no mind.

As he put me inside the vehicle, despite my clumsy attempts to fight it, and slammed the door, I continued to think about what this could possibly be about. Where was Charlotte? Where was Arthur? What was happening?

My head spun and he got in the driver’s seat, turning the ignition on.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re drunk. You don’t kiss people when you’re drunk.”

“That makes no sense.”

“You don’t kiss people you haven’t kissed sober.”

“Its Arthur!”

“Exactly!”

The back and forth continued all the way to the house, my thoughts sobering up with every passing moment.

“If you don’t want me to be with your brother because you don’t think I’m good enough, that’s really not your choice,” I told him decisively, crossing my arms and pouting like a child throwing a tantrum.

That was the only explanation for what Charles just did. He didn’t think a Leclerc should be with someone like me, and was doing everything he could to prevent it.

When he started laughing, I wasn’t so convinced anymore.

“What’s so funny?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I just made the biggest scene out of jealousy, and you’re saying I don’t think you’re good enough.”

Time froze and my mouth went dry. The confession made its way through my entire bloodstream, replacing the alcohol effects with pure shock. My head was spinning for entirely different reasons, and my brain couldn’t bring the words out. What would I even say?

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, and Charles put his face on his hands in frustration, before leaving the car. I still could only think what is happening?

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First ever post!! 🫶🏼

Hey y’all!! I’m wanting to start writing Avatar fics, mainly smut (lol). Please don’t be too harsh but I’m open for suggestions and tell me what you think!! I don’t really know what I’m doing haha. And also I wanna start doing requests so lmk!

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Pairing: Dilf¡Jake Sully x omatikaya reader (22)

Warnings: MDNI 🛑, SMUT, age gap, getting caught in the act, p in v, cursing, dirty talk, virgin reader, i think that’s it?

Synopsis: you’re urged to ask your best friend Neteyam to be your mate since the pairing seems beneficial, he denies you and his dad shows you what you deserve ;). Porn with plot.

Word count: 2.6k

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You were Neteyam’s best friend ever since childhood. For as long as you can remember, you and him were attached at the hip practically. Born on the same year and the first child to your families, you two had a lot in common that resulted in a very close bond. You could tell him anything and he could tell you anything. It was nice having someone to relate to who also happened to be funny, smart, talented, and charming. You’ve always loved Neteyam and he loved you, as friends.

However, as time went on and the two of you grew up, expectations became harsher and duties were falling in line. You’re now both 22 and things have changed now that you’re adults. Taking responsibility in the Omatikaya clan is a right of passage, it’s about showing that you now agree to give your all to the people around you just like all Na’vi are expected to do once they reach a certain age.

Neteyam is going to be the next Olo’eyktan, the most important duty of all along with the Tsahik. You were decently good at hunting and could hold your own, but you were also best friends with Kiri and spent many hours with her and Moat, learning healing skills.

You always knew Neteyam would have to chose a mate once the time came, but you never thought much about it and you were both platonic and never looked at him in a romantic way. You know he didn’t look at you that way either. But once you both turned 21, you had to admit to yourself that he was quite breathtaking in his fully grown adult form. He’s now grown into a strong and healthy man, with broad, muscular shoulders and is as tall as his dad, the present Olo’eyktan.

Today, as you were chopping some food in your hut, you heard a knock by the entrance. “Come in!”, and with that Jake, Neytiri, and Moat approach you with smiling faces. You didn’t expect to see them so you stop what you’re doing and bow your head, signaling “I see you” to them. They return the gesture and Moat speaks up, “My child, we have a very important proposition to bring you.” You nod as in saying to continue, then Neytiri joins in, “Y/n, we know you are a very responsible and nice girl. We also know that you have been steadily learning Tsahik duties with Moat and Kiri over the past few years. We have come here to say we think it would be best for you and Neteyam to be mates and the next leaders for the clan.” she beams.

You don’t know what you were expecting them to say but it wasn’t this. You chuckle nervously and shift in your place. “But Neteyam is my best friend. And anyways I don’t know if he would agree to this, have you brought it up with him?” Jake steps up and says “No, he doesn’t know yet because we were hoping you could tell him and it could be more natural. So it doesn’t seem like we’re forcing you guys or arranging it. It we try to force it, he might rebel. You think you could talk to him? He needs to pick a mate as soon as possible and we know you two get along great.”

You began to feel a bit dizzy and held onto the table beside you. You didn’t want to tell them no, how could you tell them no? So you meekly nodded and said “I will talk to Neteyam later when he gets back from hunting.” Neytiri hugged you and said “I would be honored to have you as my daughter-in-law!” You returned the hug and gave her a weak smile. You felt sick. They said they’re goodbyes and left you with your thoughts.

After 2 hours in your hut thinking on this, you decided you were actually really lucky to be chosen to mate with Neteyam. He was handsome and of course you loved him, so why not? All the girls in the village talk about how much they’d love to mate with him, but only one can be chosen. You had butterflies in your stomach and a newfound confidence as you left your hut, setting out to find Neteyam.

After a few minutes, you rounded a corner and seen the man himself. He looked tired and worn out, but you knew this had to be discussed now. You walk up to him and put your hand on his arm and say “can we talk for a minute? In private?” He lifts an eyebrow but nods his head, slightly concerned something was wrong. You two walk over to the forest, where the chatter of the village can only be heard in the distance. You take a deep breath and just say it, “Neteyam, it’s time for you to chose a mate. I don’t know how you feel about the other girls in the clan but I’ve been practicing Tsahik duties and we already have a bond…” you look at him like he should be able to get your meaning but he just gives you a confused look. So you spit it out, “Neteyam, I think we should be mates.”

His eyes widen and mouth drops a little. Your heart is pounding but you understand the initial shock. He nervously lets out a chuckle and says “But y/n, we are just friends… did you think we were something more?” Your heart drops and mouth dries up. Hot anger boils up in your blood at the embarrassment and denial. “N-no, I know we’re friends now but our duties are changing. We have to do what’s best for the clan’s future.” He looks around and says “but I can’t mate with you, I don’t see you in that way”, he gives you a look of pity and now you are livid. “Why not? Am I not pretty enough for you??” “No, I mean you could make yourself prettier but that’s not the only reason why…” he trails off and your mouth hangs all the way down. Tears flood your eyes and you bolt off. In the background you hear him yell, “Y/n, don’t do this!”

You run through the village, covering your face while crying. You felt so much shame and hurt. You burst into your hut and fling yourself onto the bed, wetting it with your tears. You couldn’t believe he outright denied you. You weren’t the prettiest girl, sure, but you most certainly weren’t the ugliest either! You should’ve never agreed to this or even dreamed it could happen. He could get any girl he wants, why would he pick you?

Night was closing in and you shivered under your covers. You dried up your tears but still felt the sting in your heart at the betrayal. Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door. You’re facing the wall and muster out “who is it?” with no enthusiasm. Much to your surprise, it’s Jake. You scramble out of the sheets and sit on the edge of the bed to then stand up and bow your head and gesture your hand, “ma Olo’eyktan”.

He throws his hand up as if brushing that gesture away, “no need for all the formalities, sweetie.” You nod and slightly smile to be polite. You loved his fatherly way of speaking. You then remember everything that happened earlier and that he probably found out about you being rejected. “I heard what happened and I just want to apologize on behalf of my son. He’s a dumbass” he says bluntly. The human curse catches your attention.

He sits down on the bed next to you. You choke out “I’m so sorry. I thought it could work but I guess I’m not good enough for him. He is probably so used to me by now that he sees nothing special.” A single year rolls down your cheek. Jake slowly shook his head and touched your thigh and your eyes meet his. His eyes are filled with pity for you but also something else, something like hunger. You tingle under his touch.

“You’re a special girl, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, the stupid skawng. If it were me and I were your age, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you…” he purrs.

The atmosphere changes and you heat up all over. You’ve always thought Jake was a hot dad but you assumed he wouldn’t even bat an eye at you, especially since he has Neytiri.

He slowly rides his hand up your thigh to your most sensitive area. You gasp at the sudden intrusion but don’t stop him. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Let me make you feel better, honey. I can make you feel real good”, he smirks. You look up at him with doe eyes and can only manage to nod. “I’ll make you forget about Neteyam, that dumb bastard. You’ll only be thinking about my name now, how’s that sound?”

You feel his voice vibrate down to your very core. And quickly you feel needy, with no shame. It had been a terrible day and you wanted nothing more than to just feel better. “Yes please”

That’s all he needs to hear to start going at you. His calloused hands feel heavenly against your soft skin. He rubs you all over in desperate need like he doesn’t know where to even start. Then he crashes his lips on yours. You greedily open your mouth to let him come in and explore. You’ve never felt anyone’s touch before but he was guiding you though it. You started whimpering and whining and he groans to this.

“Have you ever done this before?”, he asks. You slowly shake your head no and feel a bit ashamed that you have no experience. His eyes get wide and he searches your eyes for answers, “you’re telling me no one has loved this pussy before?” and you simply shake your head again, blushing.

“My God.” He’s painfully hard and can’t believe the sweet prize he has in front of him. He reaches his hand down your loincloth and feels your sopping cunt. His eyes dilate and he realizes how pent up you must be. “Baby girl, you should’ve asked for my help a longgg time ago, you need a good dickin down”, he lowly growls.

You bite your lip and clearly look in distress from needing some relief. He kissed your neck and grazes it with his fangs, while kneading on your breasts under your top. Then he finally takes off your top and reveals the precious sight. He just stares, practically drooling. “Look at these perfect tits, all for me.” You whimper in response.

He starts kissing and sucking on your nipples, greedily tasting them as fast as he can. “Jake!”, you whine.

“Yeahhh, that’s right. My name on your pretty lips.”

He then rips off your loincloth. He marvels at your pretty pussy, wanting to open it like a Christmas present. Then he starts lapping on it. He sounded like a starved man, moaning and groaning on your heat like it’s the best meal he’s ever had. “Ohhh my Eywa!”, you moan out.

He sticks one finger in your needy hole and you throw your head back. “Holy fuckkk”, he groans, “such a tight little pussy for me, gonna have to stretch you out, girl.”

You’re a whimpering mess and he adds another finger in. You cry out in ecstasy and move your hips against him to get more pleasure. “Yeahhh baby, that’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers, use me for what you need.”

His words only edge you on as you start to feel the coil at the bottom of your stomach. You’re seeing stars and his pace is relentless, he coos at you, “gonna cum for me? I know you want to. Let it out, all over me baby.” And that pushes you over the edge as you spill out moans and a slew of Na’vi curses, to which his ears perk up to.

“Didn’t know you had a dirty mouth? I thought you were a good girl?”, he teases. “Won’t you be a good girl, and take my cock, hm?”

You’re still coming down from your high but you get a burst of energy once he takes his loincloth off and his massive, swollen cock springs up to slap his stomach. You can’t believe how big it is, lengthy and girthy. He just grins at your expression and how you can’t take your eyes off it.

“You like it, huh? You wanna get fucked silly?”, he degrades.

“Mhmmm” is all you can manage to get out.

He towers over you and flips you on all fours. You feel his dick at your entrance and close your eyes, anticipating sharp pain. He slowly goes in and let’s out a long groan, “Shittttttt, feels so fucking good”. You only feel the pain for a minute and feel so full. He bottoms out and slowly slides back out and you moan at the sensation. Then, he starts to pick up a steady pace.

“OHHHH, Jake!!! I can’t take it!”

“Yes you can and you are”, he pants. “Taking it so well for me. Keep being a good girl”.

He is absolutely rattling your shit, the sounds of skin slapping and your combined moans and pants filling the small room.

“Such a needy little slut, ain’t that right? Look at you, taking it like a champ. That’s right”, he praises.

He then grabs your braid and pulls you up against him, both still on your knees. He puts one hand on your clit and starts rubbing relentlessly, and the other hand around your mouth because you’re getting loud.

“As much as I love you screaming because of my cock, you don’t want Neteyam or someone to find us like this, hm?” he grunts, still fucking the daylights out of you. To be honest, it gives you a thrill to think of Neteyam seeing his dad fucking you after he rejected you.

You only whimper and bite his hand, as tears are falling out of your eyes now from the overwhelming pleasure. You feel the same coil from earlier rising up, as if you’re about to burst.

“Can feel you squeezing on me, shit you’re gonna make me cum” he pants throwing his head back in pure bliss.

Suddenly you hear shuffling steps at the door like someone just snuck up. You both snap your heads in it’s direction and are faced with Neteyam.

“Dad?!? Y/n?!?”, he shouts.

You freeze a little but are so close to your high you can’t be bothered enough by him. His dad just laughs and says “you see son, this is what you’re missing out on. And boy, does she feel gooddd.”

Neteyam looks horrified but can’t take his eyes off the scene, as if he’s frozen in shock. The blood drains from his face and he just stands there dumbfounded.

“Now watch your old man make a pretty girl cum on his cock. Look at her, she’s cock drunk and just needs that final push.”

He speeds up on your clit and pounds your cervix HARD. “OHHHHH!!!” you moan out.

Jake whispers in your ear, “come on sweet girl, cum on your first ever cock, it’ll feel real nice”, he coos.

And just like that the coil snaps and you feel a hot white rush all over your body. “I’m cumming, cumming, fucking cumminggg” you whine out.

“Yeahhh, that’s it. Making such a pretty mess everywhere”

He lets you ride out your climax and he finishes inside you, “fuckkkk” he moans. You’re both panting trying to regain your breath and strength.

Neteyam still stands at the entryway in shock, unable to get a word out. So much just happened that he can barely process. Seeing you naked and needy under his dad was not what he had planned for today.

“Well son, I can honestly say you fucked up, good luck finding someone better than her.”

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The Story of Us

➪the one where things are a bit different after you and anakin get back together.

Warnings: angst if you squint, fluff, indications of smut

Word Count: 2k | Part 1 - Part 2

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Anakin really tried to remain professional and appear unemotional, but he couldn’t help the turn of his head that often resulted in him looking in your direction. Could he really be blamed, though? You looked absolutely stunning, the dark blue dress you wore fitting you perfectly and giving you the rare chance to ditch the robes.

Anakin wore something similar, a dark suit and a tie that matched your dress. It was subtle, and didn’t give away the fact that you two were together. You were on a mission, of course, but still together.

You and he were acting as a Senator’s bodyguards, and your role was to make sure he made it through the gathering unharmed. The room was packed, so it was tough to keep an eye on both the man and you, but somehow Anakin managed to do it just fine.

Really, who could blame him for not being able to keep his eyes off you? He thought you looked good all the time, but there was something about the way your dress hugged your body that had him refraining from going over there and causing a scene with you.

He was holding onto the fact that he is the one who will get to take you home in a few hours, and it’s him who will take that dress off you. Everyone else could have their looks, but that’s all they’ll ever get from you, and he knew that.

Anakin was talking to one of the guests, pretending like he was very interested in what she was saying, when in reality he really didn’t care much. She inched closer to him and he could practically feel her body heat radiate onto his. Anakin cleared his throat and looked around the room, almost instantly making eye contact with you.

You give him a guarded expression before turning back to the man you were talking to, making Anakin’s heart drop a bit. It hadn’t been too long ago that he was preparing to give up everything he’s ever worked for by purposely failing his mission of protecting Padmè and letting himself turn to the darkside. He knew your self-hatred was still present in your mind, and he wasn’t about to let your head go to the automatic conclusion that this was the same situation as before.

When the girl lifted her hand to place it on his chest, Anakin took her by the wrist and gently, but also firmly, guided her away from him. He ignored the unimpressed look she gave him and made his way over to you.

Like he expected, when you caught onto the fact that he was standing next to you, you turned away from the man and faced him. “Anakin,” you greet formally, acting as if the pair of you were only friends.

“Y/n,” he said back, stepping away and nodding towards a corner of the room that was less crowded and darker than the rest of it. You just nod and follow him, glancing back to make sure the Senator was still doing alright. After confirming that he was still where you last saw him, you turn to your boyfriend and meet his eyes. “I know what you’re thinking.”

You lift a brow and keep a few steps between the two of you. “No, you don’t,”

He furrows his brows and gestures to the girl who was making an advance on him a couple minutes before. “That wasn’t anything, you know,”

“I know,” came your instant reply, and he knew right away that you were lying. You were a good liar, just not to him. He’s watched you lie to people in the past, with good intention, of course, and you always got away with it. You just simply couldn’t lie to him, much like how he couldn’t lie to you.

“Angel,” he huffed quietly, briefly looking around to make sure you weren’t being given any suspicious glances, not that he’d be able to step away from you just yet, anyway. “We’ve talked about this.”

You sigh and look at the floor. “I know,” you say again. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting to be thrown back into all of this with you when we’ve only just worked things out between us. The distance was harder than I thought it would be, it’s not easy to stay away from you right now.”

“We were always together,” he said quietly, taking a chance to grab your hand, shielding the action with his body so it would go unseen by the guests. “Maybe not physically, but I was with you. And it’s not easy for me to stay away from you, either.”

In all honesty, Anakin was counting down the seconds until this mission and night were over, so he could take you back home to your newly refurbished room you shared together. You looked so pretty, he found himself feeling the smallest bit jealous that everyone in this room got to see you like this and not just him.

You squeeze his hand. “At least we have that,” you nearly whisper and go to pull away, but Anakin wasn’t satisfied with the outcome of his conversation. He promised to fight all your battles with you, and you were clearly still in a vulnerable state right now.

Even though he loved going on missions with you by his side, he knew it was hard for you to focus right now and would continue to struggle with your tasks until you’ve won this inner battle against yourself. He wished you had been given an out for this one, but he was glad he was with you in your time of need. He didn’t know what would happen if he had to leave you while you were still not feeling like yourself only a few days after getting you back.

He tugged you back to him and waited until you met his stare before saying, “When this is over, we’re going away together,” he promised with a small grin. “I found a place in the city I think you’ll like.”

He didn’t think you’d like it, he knew you would, because he simply knew everything about you, like you knew everything about him. Even though what happened between you had him questioning that for a short while there, he actually believed it only strengthened your bond.

You smile at him and he all but melts at the sight, wanting to take you in his arms and kiss you in front of everyone in this room, but he couldn’t.

He settled on running his hand along the small of your back as you turned and walked away from him, the smile still painted on your lips as you made your way to the Senator.

You huff angrily as you sort through your clothes, pulling gently on the still broken dresser. Anakin hadn’t fixed or replaced it yet, so you had to be careful when opening the drawers unless you wanted them to fall out completely.

Tossing another article onto the unmade bed behind you, a small groan of frustration leaves your lips as you look inside the drawer from your knelt position. Before you could even begin to rummage around in it, the bedroom door swings open and you look up at Anakin, knowing that he was near as you could feel his lingering presence more than anyone else’s.

You meet his eyes, a pout on your lips as you huff again. “What’s wrong?” He asked, slightly breathless as if he had dropped any current task he was taking on just so he could return back to your room when he felt your frustration begin to seep into your body.

You pick up another shirt and once again toss it behind you. “I can’t find it,” you say in annoyance.

He narrowed his eyes as he took in the clothing covered bed. “Find what?”

“My nightgown,” you answer and tug open another drawer, closing your eyes when it ends up detaching from the actual dresser and falling to the floor due to the force you put on it. Anakin held back a laugh, his mood lifting when he was met with physical proof that you were fine, despite feeling it when you began to feel frustrated. “My blue one. I can’t find it anywhere.”

It was your favorite piece of clothing you owned, simply because it reminded you of Anakin’s eyes, something he was very much aware of. You wanted to find it as it was one of the few things you would be bringing with you to the city as you and Anakin would be secretly moving there within the next few days.

You give him a desperate look. “Help me look for it? Please? I don’t want to have to get a new one,”

Anakin actually did laugh quietly at your subtle pout before he was reaching his hand out to you. Taking it, you let him pull you up from the floor, not caring about the various articles of clothing that fell from your lap. “I don’t think that will be necessary,” he commented, leading you over to the bed and reaching his free hand inside his pillowcase. Your eyes widened when he pulled out the gown and held it out to you.

“Anakin,” you murmur, taking it from him and holding it to your chest. “How long has it been in there?”

He gives you a look of embarrassment mixed with agony. “Since the night you left,” he confessed, reluctantly meeting your eye as you stared up at him. “It didn’t help me get any sleep, but it made me feel close to you when I tried to.”

Your eyes burn almost instantly and you drop the nightgown onto the growing pile on the bed. You reach up and wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down against you, your hand sliding up to tangle in his hair.

Your heart felt like it had physically cracked at his words, something you were sure he felt, too, and you tried to blink away the tears that stung your eyes. “Anakin,” you spoke quietly, pressing your body close to his when he wrapped his arms around your middle. “I’m so sorry I put you through that.”

He shook his head before resting his chin on your shoulder. “It wasn’t about me,” he said, just as quietly. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me to be, I wasn’t more understanding of how you were feeling.”

“Anakin,” you shake your head at him and rest it against his chest. “You’re perfect. You always have been. What happened was because of me and my inability to cope with things on my own. I’m working on it, so I won’t do that to you or to us ever again.”

“I want to work on it with you, angel,” he rasped, caressing the sides of your face and making you meet his eyes. “Whatever you may be going through, I want to go through it with you. I don’t want us to ever be apart, we’re better when we’re together.”

You gaze up at him through burning eyes and nod. “I know,” you agreed and leaned into his soft touch. You can’t believe you almost lost him forever. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, my love,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead while his thumb wiped away the few tears that had managed to slip past your eyes. He met your gaze again as he whispered, “I love you.”

You lean further up and kiss him, your hands sliding down to his shoulders as he backs you towards the bed. When your knees hit the edge of it, he guided you down so you’re laying on top of all the clothes sprawled out on the bed and he’s hovering over you. “I love you,” you promised and captured his lips in another desperate kiss. “I always will, Anakin. My heart is yours.”

Anakin gave you his famous grin before his lips were back on yours and he was pressing your body into the messy bed with his own.

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one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr;8 mile

word count: 3481

request?: no

description: she’s always been viewed as just “one of the guys” despite having feelings for one of her friends, and now it’s looking likely that she’s going to lose him to the wannabe model

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing, pining

masterlist (one, two, three)

I had known Jimmy and Future since we were a bunch of snot nosed kids causing trouble on the playground in elementary school. Cheddar Bob was next, having followed us around like a lost puppy until we finally adopted him. Iz and Sol joined our little group in high school, and then we were complete.

For as long as I had known the guys, they considered me to be...well, one of the guys. Even after I went through puberty and actually started looking like a girl, I was still just one of the guys. It didn’t bother me for the most part. When you’re a kid, it doesn’t really matter if you’re a boy or a girl. We all played the same, caused trouble the same. But when we hit puberty, I found myself not liking being considered “one of the guys” anymore.

Especially when I realized I had feelings for Jimmy.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a part of the friend group and I couldn’t ask for a better set of friends. What I definitely could ask for, though, was for those friends to recognize I was a woman and treat me as such. Namely, I wished Jimmy would realize that.

One Friday evening, just like every Friday evening, I had just pulled into my driveway and was walking up to my front door when I heard another car pulling up behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Future.

“Get your ass changed, we’re going out!” he called.

“Future, I just got home,” I said.

“So?”

“So maybe I don’t want to go out with you chuckle fucks after I just worked an eight hour shift.”

“We both know that’s not the truth.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. He was right, I did want to go out. We went out every Friday night. It was a group tradition at this point. If I was seriously turning it down, there’d have to be something wrong with me.

“Give me 10 minutes,” I told Future before slipping into my house to change.

I was in and out in less time than I told him. I just changed out of my work clothes and into jeans and a t-shirt, and was ready to go again. I got into the passenger seat of Future’s car and he didn’t even wait for me to buckle myself in before he was backing out of my driveway and driving off to get the others.

“I fear for my life every time I get in the car with you,” I joked as I managed to buckle my seatbelt.

“Well, lucky for you, Jimmy agreed to drive tonight. His car can hold more people anyways.”

“Who else is going with us?”

“Just the usual.”

I looked over at Future in confusion. His tone definitely made me think there was someone else coming along for the night, but it seemed he wasn’t going to tell me. I couldn’t figure out who could possibly be joining us that Future wouldn’t want to tell me about beforehand.

We pulled into the trailer park and parked next to Jimmy’s car. Jimmy was exiting his trailer before we were even out of the car, as usual. Jimmy was usually waiting for us to show up and would be itching to leave his mom’s place as soon as he could. Jimmy gave Future one of their high five hugs, and patted me on the shoulder. It was just a step up from me also getting a high five hug, but not by much.

We got into Jimmy’s car, all three of us in the front. We started for Iz and Sol first, then Cheddar Bob. Once the car was full it was nothing but noise as each of the guys was talking over one another with Jimmy’s radio blaring as extra noise.

“How was work, by the way?” Jimmy asked me over the current argument between Future and Sol.

“Same bullshit as always,” I responded.

“I guess we should be lucky you even agreed to come out with us after working all day, meanwhile all we do is sit on our asses like a bunch of bums.”

I playfully nudged his shoulder. “Hey, you work, too.”

“I wouldn’t consider the Stamping work.”

I chuckled. I noticed then that we weren’t headed for the club. “Where are we going?”

“To pick up Alex.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I looked over at Future. I couldn’t tell if he was actually deep in conversation with Iz or if he was just ignoring me. So this was who was joining us that he didn’t want to tell me about.

Alex.

She was a girl Jimmy had met at his work. She was a model apparently, or was trying to be one. Jimmy didn’t talk about her much, but the other guys didn’t waste a single moment in teasing him about her. It didn’t take a genius to realize he liked her.

Alex was waiting as Jimmy pulled up. She was wearing her usual mini skirt so short that you could basically see everything whenever she moved. It made me feel very self conscious about my choice in jeans.

Future opened the door and got out.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. I already knew the answer and hoped he’d see the look of begging on my face.

“I’ll get in the back with the idiots,” he said. “I’d assume Alex will be more comfortable pressed up against you instead of Sol.”

“Yo, fuck you!” Sol snapped.

I hoped my clenched jaw would go unnoticed as Alex slid into the seat next to me. Her eyes immediately went to Jimmy and they shared a smile that made me wish I could throw myself from the moving car.

We got to the club and piled into our usual table while Future got the first round of shots. Cheddar Bob and Iz were sat on one end, I was in the middle, Jimmy and Alex were sat next to me, and Sol had pulled up a chair. When Future returned, he slid in next to Cheddar Bob. The table chorused with cheers as we held up our shots then shot them back.

I tried to play it cool, but having to sit next to Alex and Jimmy while they were flirting up a storm was making me more tense by the minute. When Sol offered to get the next round of drinks, I jumped to give him the money to buy me two of the strongest drinks he could for me. I downed the first one quickly, but took my time with the second. It didn’t take long for the shot and the first drink to kick in. My head was spinning and I felt care free and light as air.

At some point, when the drinks had hit me hard enough, I shoved against Iz’s shoulder and said (or rather slurred), “Hey, can you guys move? I gotta pee.”

“Yo, go the other way,” Future said. “There’s three of us here and only two on your other side.”

“You’re gonna break the dam this early in the night?” Sol asked. “You may as well sit on the end when you come out. You’ll be back and forth for the next few hours.”

“Look, I don’t care who moves and I don’t care where I sit when I come back, I just have to pee now.”

“Here, we’ll move,” Jimmy said.

He and Alex moved out of the booth and allowed me to get out. When I stood, I realized just how drunk I already was as I almost immediately lost my balance. I felt someone grab hold of me as the rest of the table chorused in laughter at my drunkenness. When I looked up, it was Jimmy that had taken hold of me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m getting you water when you come back,” he said. “And you gotta pace yourself.”

“You’re always looking out for me,” I said. “You’re such a good friend.”

I put emphasis on the friend for my own benefit, but there was also some level of petty in the word. A reminder for both of us that that was the only way he saw me: as a friend. One of the guys that he went out drinking with every weekend, that he smoked with in the basement of someone’s house, that he ran around Detroit with causing mayhem since we were tykes.

I saw a look flash across his face that I couldn’t quite decipher, but I assumed I was just seeing things in my drunken haze.

I managed to make it to the bathroom on my own without incident. Once I was safely inside of a stall, I was able to sit down again. I almost didn’t want to get up and go back out to the table. Sitting was safe. The world didn’t spin when I was sat down. But I also couldn’t be sat on the toilet in a club bathroom all night either. I knew Sol was right about me going back and forth to the bathroom now that I had broken the dam, but if I put enough time between this bathroom visit and the next, maybe the spinning wouldn’t be as bad by then.

When I stepped out of the stall to wash my hands, I jumped to see that someone was waiting there.

Alex.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said.

I waved away her apology. “It’s fine. I just didn’t hear anyone else come in.”

I stepped around her to wash my hands. She turned to face me as I did. “Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”

I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Is there anything going on between you and Jimmy?”

The question took me by surprise. Why would she think there was anything between us? In all the time that Jimmy had known Alex, I had only met her once before after the lot of us had run into her at a house party. I remembered Jimmy only having eyes for her that night, too. There was no reason I could even fathom that she would believe Jimmy and I had a thing going on when he was so clearly into her.

“No,” I said. “He’s my best friend. Has been since we were kids.”

“And that’s it? Just friendship?”

“Yeah. What’s this about?”

She sighed. “I really like Jimmy, and I thought he liked me, too. But he’s never really asked me out or anything yet. I didn’t know if maybe you two had a thing going on and I read the whole situation wrong. I’ve known far too many guys who claim to be just friends with a girl and turns out they’re actually fucking around.”

Trust me, I wish that’s what was going on here.

Against my better judgement, I put my hands on Alex’s shoulders and said, “If you really like Jimmy and you want things to be more serious, maybe you should make the first move.”

She looked as though she had never even considered that option. “You think so? That won’t seem too...direct?”

“Who gives a shit? Why do men always have to be the ones to make the first move? Most of them are fucking idiots anyways and wouldn’t know if a girl liked them even if she was telling him to his face.” Alex chuckled. “If you want him, go get him.”

She nodded. I was taken by surprise when she suddenly pulled me into a hug. I reluctantly patted her on the back and tried to put the best smile I could muster on my face.

“You’re the best,” she said. “I think we’re going to be great friends.”

I bit my tongue as she hurried out the bathroom door.

That interaction was enough to sober me up more than I wanted. I could feel myself tearing up, but tried to fight it back. I turned to lean against the sink and looked up at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but notice everything that Alex had that I didn’t: gorgeous face, sexy voice, body of a model. I couldn’t even dream of leaving the house in a skirt as short as hers without feeling completely embarrassed and exposed. Of course Jimmy would like her, and of course he was going to say yes when she asked him to go out with her.

I hung my head as the tears slipped from my eyes and ran down my face into the sink. I prayed no one would come into the bathroom and find me here crying, and luckily someone was looking out for me because no one did. Once I felt like I had cried myself dry, I quickly splashed my face with cold water and tried to pretend everything was alright. I figured everyone was going to question where I had been for so long, but I didn’t feel like coming up with a fake answer to tell them. If I told them to fuck off, they wouldn’t pry.

My steps faltered a little when I exited the bathroom and saw that Alex and Jimmy were missing from the table. I was tempted to go right to the bar and get another drink, but I pushed through and went back to my group of friends.

“Hey, you good?” Future asked as I sat down in the booth.

“Yeah, just sobered up a little,” I responded. “Where did Jimmy and Alex go?”

“Alex asked to talk to him in private,” Cheddar Bob responded. “But that was a while ago, so who knows where they are now.”

I noticed both Future and Iz elbow him, causing him to spill some of his drink on himself. I didn’t care to imagine where Jimmy had taken Alex after she asked him out. I didn’t need to have that image burned in my mind for the rest of the night.

Everyone went back to their conversations, but I found myself not paying any attention to them. I kept glancing around the club, expecting to see Jimmy and Alex tucked away in a private corner, sucking face as if they were trying to blend into one person. Or maybe they’d be on the dance floor, practically dry humping in front of everyone. I didn’t think Jimmy was one to dance, but Alex had enough allure that she could’ve probably convinced him. But I didn’t see them, and that almost made it all worse.

Eventually I stood from the table suddenly, bringing everyone’s attention to me. “I need some air.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Cheddar Bob asked.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I said. I turned and quickly made for the exit.

Once I was outside, I breathed in the cool night air. It filled my lungs, but it didn’t seem to help soothe me at all.

“You alright?”

“Jesus!” I hissed as I turned towards the voice. It was Jimmy, leaning up against the club. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Free country,” he said with a shrug. “Are you good?”

“Just needed air. It felt very stuffy inside.”

I walked over to stand next to him. The rough brick wall dug into my back through my t-shirt. It was cool out, but not enough to make me feel like I needed a jacket or anything. I was standing so close to Jimmy that I could feel the heat coming from his body anyways.

“Where’s Alex?” I asked. “The guys said you two went off to talk in private.”

“She left,” he responded.

I looked at him in shock. “What? And went where?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Home, I guess?”

“Don’t you think you should’ve driven her? It’s not exactly the safest for her to be walking alone at night.”

“I offered, but she turned it down. Said she didn’t wanna see me ever again.”

I’ve definitely missed a lot of things here. “What happened?”

Jimmy sighed. “Well, she got up and went to the bathroom after you, said something about wanting to make sure you were okay where you were so drunk. Then when she came back she asked me if we could talk in private. She brought me outside and told me how she had been waiting for me to ask her out properly since we first met and she was tired of waiting, so she made the first move to ask me if I wanted to go on an official date with her.”

“And you said...”

He looked at me for a second before responding, “No. Obviously.”

Well, yeah, it was obvious that he said no. But what wasn’t obvious was why he had said no.

“I thought you were into her,” I said.

He laughed. “Who told you that?”

I shrugged. “The guys seemed convinced you were.”

“The guys don’t know shit about shit. They just like talking a big game and making fun of each other.” I just looked at him, waiting to see if there was any more he had to say. He looked at me then away again. “No, I’m not into her. She’s beautiful, yes, but I don’t see her that way.”

“Wait, so if you don’t see her like that, then why did you invite her tonight?”

“I didn’t. She was at the Stamping today and asked if she could come along. I guess this was her plan.”

Well, it wasn’t her plan until I told her to go after Jimmy, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

I felt like everything had just been flipped upside down. I was so sure that Jimmy had been reciprocating Alex’s feelings. It seemed like that anyways. Or maybe it seemed like that because I was making it seem that way. I was projecting something onto the two of them that wasn’t really there, I guess because of my jealousy?

“Sucks that she didn’t handle the rejection well,” I said.

“It wasn’t the rejection, it was the reason I rejected her.”

My brows furrowed together. “The reason being...you didn’t like her like that?”

“No. Well...yes. Kind of.”

“You know, for a man who can freestyle, you’re god awful with your words right now.”

He laughed and lightly nudged me with his shoulder. “It was the reason I said I don’t have feelings for her. I told her that I don’t like her because I like someone else and she didn’t handle that very well.”

I could feel my stomach turning to knots again. “Oh? Didn’t like the competition?”

“No, she said something along the lines of she should’ve trusted her gut, and that all guys who hang out with girls end up fucking them in the end.”

It took a second for what he said to register in my brain. When it did, I thought back to Alex talking to me in the bathroom and asking me if there was anything going on between Jimmy and I because she knew of too many guys who were friends with girls who they were actually fucking. Then, I put the pieces together in my head.

When I turned to look at Jimmy again, he was already watching me, waiting for me to come to the conclusion. “Me?!”

“Jesus, that took you long enough.”

“What do you mean that took me long enough?! Why the fuck haven’t you told me?!”

“Because you’re my best friend! We’ve known each other since kindergarten. If I told you I liked you and you didn’t like me back, that would fuck everything up between us and within the friend group. I would rather feel this way in silence than risk losing you as a friend.”

“If you had told me I would’ve told your dumbass that I like you, too, and I have since high school.”

“Wait...for real?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, for real!”

We both stood in silence. We shared a look, and then a smile broke out on Jimmy’s face. I couldn’t help but mirror it, and soon we were both laughing. With the absurdity of the situation, we couldn’t not laugh.

“We’re both dumbasses,” I said between fits of laughter.

“I guess so,” Jimmy agreed. “That brings up the question, though, of where do we go from here?”

“Well, I think we try a date, just the two of us and not those other idiots in there, and we see how things progress from there.”

He smiled. “Okay, I like that idea.”

“And we promise that if things don’t work out, we stay friends.”

“And we don’t tell the guys about any of this.”

I laughed. “Okay deal.”

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A Blanket Full of Stars

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Jason was 6 years old when Danny was born, and he remembered that Danny looked like a wrinkly monkey wrapped in Jason’s softest blanket that he could find in his closet. The blanket had all these stars and planets, and tiny little rocket ships that look like they’re about to crash into the moon.

Jason giggled, because his baby brother looked like a monkey in space.

Jason loves him.

That day of his birth, when Jason held the little baby in his arms, he promised to be the best big brother ever. He’ll make sure that no one bullies his brother for looking like a tiny monkey, and beat up anyone that even tries to beat up his brother. He’ll read all the books the old ladies from the diner gave him, and turn on the radio when Danny wants to listen to music because Jason sure as hell can’t sing.

But his mom said they couldn’t keep him. They couldn’t afford to keep him.

Jason was heartbroken.

So, some social workers went looking for a family to take Danny in.

The day the new family came to pick up Danny, Jason held Danny the whole morning, not letting go of his baby brother who was sleeping so peacefully.

Danny had also gotten attached to Jason. He’d stop crying when Jason holds him, rocks him, carries him. He’d make little ‘num-num’ sounds when Jason feeds him. And when Jason talks to him, he’d reply with a ‘bwah!’ and an ‘awuwuwu!!’

Danny can’t lift anything yet, but he’d hold on to Jason’s finger. Danny can’t roll over yet, but he’d lay his chubby cheek on Jason’s shoulder. Danny can’t talk yet, but Jason just knows when Danny calls for him.

So, when the new family comes into the house with the social worker, Jason couldn’t hold back the tears. No, he couldn’t let go of Danny.

Danny was still a month old! What if he gets sick in the car ride! What if the parents forget Danny because he’s so small? Danny might not look like a monkey anymore, but what if the parents leave him alone anyways? How can he trust these people to take care of Danny?

Oh, they have a daughter??

It doesn’t matter!! She is a 2 years old girl that’s crying when she saw Jason crying. She can’t take care of Danny! She can’t feed Danny, or bathe him!! Her tiny arms can’t carry him either!

Danny can’t go with them!

But his mom was crying with him. “I’m sorry,” she said, hugging him when the two parents took Danny. Jason’s head was hugged close to her chest, but Jason had a clear view of his baby brother. His baby brother that was making distressed sounds while being held by unfamiliar people. “I’m sorry, but Danny won’t be able to live a good life here, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Jason hated this. Jason could take care of Danny, he promises! He can! He won’t even let his good-for-nothing dad touch him like the month Danny was with them!

But, when the baby girl, Jazz, was lifted by the giant man, Danny stopped making such sad sounds. Then, Jason watched as Jazz lifted her hand. And he was ready to run in and stop her from slapping his brother, but he stopped. He stopped because she patted Danny’s cheek so gently.

And Danny... Danny cooed the same way he would at Jason. Danny held the little toddler’s finger and babbled loudly, like he would when he’s being held by Jason.

Jason hated it. He hated the little baby girl. Danny was going to a better family, going to be taken care by a girl he’ll call his sister. And Jason will be forgotten! Danny won’t ever remember Jason anymore!

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair!

Jason ran to his and Danny’s room. Well, his room now. All of Danny’s things had been packed.

Then, Jason saw the blanket. The blanket that made Danny look like a little monkey in space. It’s the softest blanket Jason has. And Jason doubts that the new family would have a blanket full of stars like his does.

“Jason! They’re about to leave!”

He picks up the blanket, folds it, and runs downstairs. Danny was all buckled up in the car seat the new family purchased just for him. He was sucking on a binky that the new family bought too.

The new family saw the blanket Jason was holding.

“It’s... It’s for Danny,” he told them.

His mom pursed his lips. “It’s not washed,” she said.

But Jazz made grabby hands towards the blanket. “Ish Danny’sh!!” she said, still reaching for it.

The woman, who was going to Danny’s new mother, smiled kindly and took the blanket. She unfolded the blanket, and laid it over Danny, who cooed loudly the moment he held the softest blanket Jason owned.

It wasn’t a spaceship, but Jason felt like Danny was being flown to a whole other planet. It sucked, and it hurt, and Jason was going to miss his monkey baby brother.

He looked into Danny’s car seat and patted Danny’s tummy. Danny held his finger and latched on to it. “Awu!”

Jason sniffed. “I’ll miss you, Danny,” he said. Then, he brought Danny’s tiny hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I’m going to miss you so, so much.”

Jason felt his mom’s hand on his back. “It’s time for them to go, Jason,” she said softly.

Jason huffed. Then, he looked towards Jazz, and gave her a firm look. “Take care of him, okay?” he said, to which Jazz blinked. “Even when adults think they’re taking care of their kids, take care of Danny, okay? He’s small, and he looks like a monkey.”

Jazz looked to Danny, as if to confirm he’s a monkey. She pouted at him. “No mo’key!”

Jason huffed, grinning. “Good, now I know you’ll take care of him...”

He stepped out of the car and stood beside his mom. When the adults were done talking, the new parents stepped into their car. And then, the car started.

His mom was waving. She was crying, but she was waving.

“Say goodbye, Jason,” she said.

He couldn’t do such a thing. He couldn’t lift his hand. And he couldn’t bring himself to talk.

Finally, the car started moving.

Jason couldn’t help it. The car was already a block away, but... but...

He ran. He ran after the car ignoring his mother’s yell for him.

“DANNY!!!” he cried, gasping and sobbing. He wanted his brother back. He wanted him BACK.

“DANNY!!!!!!”

The car turned. There was a traffic light that turned green. There was a truck.

“JASON!!!” he heard his mom cry.

But Jason... Jason was flying.

He looked up to see Robin holding him, gently landing in front of his mom, who ran up to Jason and hugged him tightly. “Oh, my baby...” she cried.

Jason... he... Jason cried, hugging his mom just as tight.

He couldn’t hear his mom thanking Robin, nor hear Robin ask if everything was okay. He didn’t feel his body being lifted and carried into their horrible apartment that smelled like beer. He didn’t feel himself being laid onto his bed. Jason scooted on instinct, but there was no tiny body that was going to be laid with him.

Instead, his mom told him to scoot near the wall, where Danny would have been. Jason would be the body that blocks Danny from falling.

His chin trembled, but he scooted near the wall anyways. And his mom laid beside him, petting his hair and hugging him close to her.

“I miss him,” said Jason.

“I know, baby,” she said, kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry...”

Jason shook his head. “He’ll be safe with them?” he asked.

“Yes,” his mom said. “Safer and will grow up healthier. He’ll be loved and cared for. He’ll have a normal life, one that’s better than Gotham.”

Jason chose to believe her. He had to.

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Okay, so, I cried while writing this whole thing. And, I just--- Oh my godddd....

So, headcanons and notes for this AU!!

- As you’ve read, it’s a Jason and Danny as Bio-Brothers!! Jason is 6 years old uwu, and Danny was just born! Danny stayed with them for a whole month while the social worker was looking for potential families to adopt Danny. They came across the Fentons, who were more than willing to take in a child that came from one of the poorest of families in Gotham. They drove all the way to pick Danny up themselves.

- It takes Jason 3 whole months to get over Danny. He noticed his mom and his dad fighting more and more every day, until one day his mom was... weird. IT was the start of his mom’s drug addiction. This is also when Jason finds out that she’s not his actual mom, but she still loves him. She loves him so much, but she was also tired.

- Cue major events, like Catherine Todd dying over overdose, Jason meeting Batman, Jason in the middle of Dick and Bruce’s argument. What’s different here is that Jason ends up being a little bit closer to Dick, because Dick remembers saving Jason when he was smol. Dick visits the manor more often, only to spend time with Jason and nothing more (maybe for Alfred’s cookies too). Jason dies, Superboy-prime alters reality and Jason gets revived, Talia finds him, dumps him into the Lazarus Pits, blah blah blah, the rest is history.

- In Danny’s corner, who is now 15 years old, for a show-and-tell, Mr. Lancer prompts the students to bring something from their baby days that isn’t a binky or a baby bottle, and to tell the class about it in the most creative way they could.

- Danny tells Jazz about it, and Jazz remembers about the box in her closet full of Danny’s things of when he was a baby that she didn’t want her parents destroying. She brings it out and shows it to Danny, and he finds the blanket.

- “Heh. Looks like even when I was a baby, I was into space.”

- Jazz had a strained smile on her face. “Yeah. Mom and Dad said that it took you 3 whole years to let go of that blanket,” she said. But her smile was still strained.

- Danny furrows his brow at her and asks, “What? What’s wrong?”

- Jazz sits Danny down. Her parents were going to tell him... someday... when they weren’t busy with their ‘job’. So, Jazz decides to just do it now.

- Danny finds out that he was adopted. Jazz tells him that her earliest memory was this older kid giving Danny the blanket, and calling Danny a monkey. “You held his finger and he kissed your hand, saying he’ll miss you. I think he was your older brother.”

- “I don’t understand,” said Danny. “Didn’t they want me?”

- Jazz nodded. “I asked Mom and Dad about it... your real family... they weren’t doing well. They were struggling financially. They said that the social worker suspected your real dad abusing your mom... I don’t know about your brother...”

- Jazz hugged Danny, who was crying. “They loved you so much, Danny,” she whispered. “So, so much.”

- Danny washed the blanket. After a wash, the blanket ended up becoming the softest thing in Danny’s room. He slept with the blanket, feeling a bit closer with his brother. Definitely his brother. It just felt right. And Danny knew than to ignore his intuition that was getting a bit too accurate now that he was half-ghost.

- Danny then asked Tucker to search about his family. “Todd, that was their last name,” he said. “My mom’s name was Catherine Todd, and my brother’s was Jason... My dad’s was... Will? William? Willis? Wilred? I don’t remember...”

- Tucker searched. And... “Dude... you’re... not going to like this.”

- “What? What’s wrong?” he asked.

- Tucker sucked in a breath. “I just want you to prepare yourself, okay? It’s not good news.”

- Danny frowned. “Just say it, Tuck.”

- Tuck gulps, but nods. Then, he shows Danny what he searched. Catherine Todd had died from overdose, Willis Todd was a crook that was murdered by Two-face. And Jason... his brother... he was adopted into a wealthy family! The Waynes! He managed to get into a prestigious school! And Danny wondered why Jason didn’t go find him? Did Jason ever think of coming to get him now that he was in a better place? And Danny, maybe he wouldn’t be going to Jason, but it would have been nice to reconnect somehow? Maybe not... They had their own lives.

- But then, Danny reaches the final paragraphs of the research results that Tucker put together.

- “He... He died?” he asked, reading and rereading what happened. An accident. An accident killed his brother.

- But, despite Tucker confirming it, it... didn’t feel right. And Danny’s intuition was getting better and better, more accurate. So, if it didn’t feel right that his brother died, then his brother probably isn’t dead. Did he fake his death? No... that didn’t feel right. He totally died. Then...

- Was he brought back to life?

- Bingo, his intuition said.

- “Dude? Hey, dude, are you okay?” Tucker was patting his back, talking softly and trying to ground Danny back from his panic attack.

- Danny made a decision. He was going to fly towards Gotham. He needed to find his brother. Check on him. Check on how he’s doing.

- After reassuring Tucker, he made plans. Then, during the weekend, Danny talked to Valerie to take over for him, along with Sam and Tucker, and he flew all the way to Gotham to look for his brother.

- He felt Death everywhere he flew. But he felt the calling of a malformed ghost-core. Jason? His intuition sang. So, Danny flew closer and closer, until he reached an apartment along a street that seemed abandoned, if it weren’t for the various gangster-looking people roaming along it.

- Danny transformed back into his human form, no longer feeling the strong pull, but a weaker version of it.

- ‘JASON!!’ his mind seemed to scream. He was about to see his brother. He was about to MEET his brother!! ‘JASON!!!!!’

- He was about to cross the street when... the light was turned green... and there was a truck and...

- Danny was flying. He wasn’t transformed, but Danny was flying in the air, held firmly by some teen in a hero get-up and a domino mask.

- Danny was plopped gently on the side-walk he was aiming to get to.

- “Phew,” said the teen. And, wow, he’s only slightly taller than Danny. He’s probably the same age as him... or older. He looked Danny up and down before asking, “So, you doing okay?”

- Danny nods. “I’m good,” he said. Wow, he’s got a nice voice. And a nice body. Are those abs real? Or are those just kevlar linings??

- “Where are you trying to go?” the teen asked, snapping Danny out of his close to sinful thoughts.

- “I’m looking for my brother,” said Danny, clutching onto the blanket tighter, thankful that the teen saved him or else it could have gotten ruined. Sure, he’s been hit by buses before, but not while he was in human form!! “He lives on this street.”

- The way the teen’s brows rose higher made the hero look a little cute--- FOCUS DANNY! He’s not here for cute boys in hero get-ups!! Oh shoot. Oh man. Oh no...

- “What’s your brother’s name?” the teen asked. And, Thank You!! Yes! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT DANNY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING!

- “You just look like someone who lives on this street,” the teen said, smiling a bit crookedly. OHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THAT?! THAT’S ILLEGAL! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO, NOT A THIEF OF HEARTS!!!!

- Calm yourself, Danny. Let’s find out whether we are talking about the same person. Danny blinked. “What’s that person’s name?”

- “Peter Todd,” the teen said.

- Feeling a bit dejected, Danny shook his head. “That’s not the person I’m looking for,” he said. “I’m looking for Jason Todd.”

- “Jason Todd is... dead,” he said, a bit hesitantly.

- “No, he’s not,” Danny said, a bit firmly.

- The teen took him by the shoulders, and brought Danny’s face closer to his. He could feel the teen’s breath. It smelled like coffee and breath mints. “Legally, he is,” the teen said.

- That... that got Danny’s attention. He whispered back, “What do you mean by-- oh.” Legally, his brother is dead. He died, he came back to life, but to everyone, Jason is dead. So... “He has a new civilian identity?” asked Danny.

- The teen leaned back and nodded. Then, he pointed to a door. “That’s Peter’s house,” he said. Then, he aimed his grappling hook to the sky.

- Danny stuttered a loud ‘thank you’, to which was responded to with a brief wave from the teen, who flew off to the next building over.

- Danny then went up to the door that belongs to Peter Todd. Jason Todd. His brother.

- Should he knock? Ring the doorbell?

- Before Danny could make a decision, the door opened for him.

- And there, in front of him, was a tall man who looked like a more human and slimmer version of Dan, a white streak in his hair, and a slight stubble on his chin. He had the same blue eyes as Danny. And those blue eyes widened when Danny brought up his blanket. His blanket full of stars, and planets, and tiny rockets that he loved so much the more he held on to it.

- “Jay... Jason?”

- The man’s chin wobbled, and Danny felt his own chin wobbling. Great. Both of them are going to cry. But, instead of saying anything, the man stepped towards him and brought him into a hug, a tight hug that’s so warm and full of love, Danny couldn’t help but hug back.

- “Danny?” Jason’s voice was breathy.

- Danny couldn’t respond, only letting out a small sound that was a mix of a whine and a grunt.

- Jason chuckled. “Still a monkey, aren’t ya?”

- Danny felt Jason’s core calming the more Danny stayed with him, and Jason felt himself lighter than he had in years. It couldn’t be because Danny was here, but it is! It is because Danny is here!

- Jason invites him inside. It was quiet at first, the two of them just taking in the other, trying to process how real this was. And then, they began exchanging stories. Something light, of what had been going on for the past years they’ve been apart.

- And then, the next thing they knew, it was already morning of the next day, and Danny needed to get back home. He gave one last hug to Jason, promising that he’ll visit again next week, and took off to the street, turning on his invisibility and flying back to Amity Park.

****

- Red Robin, or should we say Tim Drake, saw it all. From the moment Danny suddenly appeared to the moment Danny disappeared in the alleyway. He had just finished talking to Jason about some case they were working on together, although their relationship was still a bit rocky, when he saw the teen suddenly appear in the alleyway below Tim.

- Well, rocky relationship aside, Tim’s mind flew with a thousand thoughts a second when Danny confirmed who he was looking for. Danny knew for some reason that Jason was alive, but he didn’t know Jason’s fake identity. The teen knew where Jason lived, but he also looked like he was just going to go up some random door and hope that the person who opens it would be the person he’s looking for.

- Cass had taught him how to read sincerity of a person’s behavior, and Danny wasn’t hiding anything. He was sincerely looking for his brother.

- He was also kinda cute.

- “Tt. What are you spacing out about, Timothy? Your face is making a weird expression,” said the Demon Brat.

- Stephanie snickered. “Give him a break, Dames! Our dear Timmy-Wimmy’s in Wuuuuuuv~!”

- Tim sighed.

- Anything else that happens? It’s for another day <3

#Damn this got long XD #Oh? Did you guys spot a sprinkle of braindead ship in this? Yes #Yes you did!#My fingers couldn't stop themselves uwu #tim drake x danny fenton #braindead #dc x dp #danny phantom #jason todd #jazz fenton #danny fenton #tim drake #red robin #dp x dc #tucker foley #danny phantom x batman crossover

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dreamwritersworld · 10 months

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All too well. (Miles morales x reader)

Weather Miles knew it or not he was stabbing her right in the heart every time he made their relationship seem under wraps.

In front of everyone he refused to call their relationship what it was. Love. Not a childish relationship, at least not to Y/n.

Rio could see something was going on between the two. There wasn’t a day where she hadn’t dreamt of seeing Y/n in a wedding dress besides Miles, she was all too prefect. Y/n was practically the daughter she never had.

So Miles kept her close to his heart and he always got Y/n to return back into his arms but every time she did she felt shame, and he would just hold her lifeless frame. Their relationship was crowded, Gwen was stuck in the picture and the teenage boy was stuck between the two. He couldn’t imagine a life without either of them. Gwen gave him thrill and Y/n gave him comfort.

Both girls were spider-women except…Gwen wasn’t in their universe. She was gone and it had been months. Y/n remembered it all too well.

When arguments happened salty tears would fall from the two of them once they wrapped arms around each other, Miles breathed in her sweet candy scent wishing for it to smell like another. While y/n let tears fall knowing Miles imagined someone else with him. She didn’t trust herself, her body would always lead her back to the wrong things, him.

However…the patience of Y/n didn’t last longer. The night before everything went downhill they got into an argument…

It all started when we had came home from keeping watch on the city. Tonight wasn’t the best night, Miles was so distant and he refused to speak to me.

He spoke about me indirectly, I heard it.

“you’re just so irritable….”

I couldn’t ignore it, not this time. His frustration lighted a bottling flame waiting to ignite..

“I won’t ever understand you! You won’t even speak to me directly?! What am I supposed to do with that?!”

He turned around quickly, spoke irrational. Though I knew in some way or another he meant every word he said.

“If you were Gwen maybe I would’ve been just fine?!”

Hearing him say that made me want to die. Confirming something I denied for the longest. There was shuffling in my feet stepping backwards, my heart beginning to feel intense agony and the tears slipping from my eyes.

Miles couldn’t exactly see my face with my mask, but he knew what he had said cut deep.

“…we’re done.”

His hand reached out for me but all I could do was push him away. I fled immediately after, knocking into almost every building. My vision was disoriented since my eyes were flooding with tears.

That night I went to bed listening to my parents arguing in the living room, doing the same thing Miles and I had just done. Maybe it was for the better…maybe if I stayed I would’ve repeated the never ending cycle….

‘All’s wells, that ends well’ but Y/n was in a new hell every time he double crossed her mind. It goes without saying that the next day Y/n dreaded having to go to Jeff’s promotion party, but she would anyways because they were there for her big moments too…

My eyes felt swollen from the rough night and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all. Picking between the clothes and getting myself out of bed was difficult, this breakup felt final.

I took everything step by step and I took a deep breath walking into the party.

“Y/n! Hija you made it, I was getting worried!”

Rio rushed in giving me her nurturing love and all that hit was the fact that this will never happen as much. I wouldn’t allow myself to come over any more after this, not when I know I’d go back to him.

“Hi Mrs.Morales! Hi Mr.Morales-“

“Rio let Y/n breathe!…Cmon give me a hug kid!”

I did return that hug but all I could do was take the emotions in..

“Congratulations sir!”

once we were done with our greetings they turned my body quickly to the skylines of the city

“Isn’t it beautiful!…haha yea.”

The way Jeff had spoke sounded quick and awkward, he rushed my body to turn so fast.

“oh yea it is..”

Rio couldn’t just stand there and act like she didn’t see Y/n hurt regardless if she didn’t see the scene Jeff hid her from, she wanted to protect her but she wouldn’t lie to Y/n either.

“Oh princesa, lo siento.”

Confusión covered my face but inside hearing just that but not knowing why, I was so close to breaking down.

“What do you mean?”

Jeff looked to Rio with pleading eyes begging her to stop and Rio had a sense of genuine and a need to not hide something.

“Miles is with that girl Gwenda, I can’t lie to you Y/n. You’re just too sweet for me to lie. Just know that no matter how or why your relationship ended, no es por ti.”

My swollen eyes wanted to cry once more, I turned my body to the crime scene. He did talk to her the entire time in the beginning of our relationship…maybe did even worse. She came back now, and Miles was the one who ran to her the second we called it quits.

I knew based off the smile on his face, he’d never feel sorry for the way I hurt. He was showing her off just by simply bringing her and pulling her close…

The entire time Y/n was staring Jeff couldn’t believe his eyes, everything Rio had rambled about them being together and Y/n being in love, Miles loving her back but out of nowhere it only ever became halfway. It hurt seeing the pain that struck her eyes.

Jeff gave Y/n the biggest hug..

“If you want Y/n..you can pick out your food, eat and take a good nap on our couch before you head home.”

A small tear feel from Y/n’s eyes, all she could do was nod and walk away…

I’ve never doubted myself so much, I hate that I gave Miles power over that kind of stuff. At some point in our relationship it was always one step forward and three steps back.

Once I made it back down to their apartment I couldn’t nap, my body wouldn’t allow it. Something was telling me to go. So I did.

I closed the window and leaped onto building from building , trusting my body to lead me in the right direction. When I arrived there was a damaged building and a portal..no one was there and it hadn’t closed yet, so I jumped in..

!💓!

guys. please tell me yk the references.

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tonowaritrash · 11 months

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I’ve never done an ask before, but I’d love to see a smut fic of young Tonowari with reader. Where she thinks he’s going to be with Ronal so she tries her best to avoid him, no matter how hard he tries to get her attention. Then her heat starts unexpectedly when he finally gets a hold of her so she runs away, but he follows her fed up with the running. Finds out she’s in heat and wants to mate with her but she thinks it’s just a duty to him as future chief. Hopefully this makes sense in some way.

A HEAT FIC! YES! nonny i hope your dreams come true

slightly different turn of events at the end, for added drama, but the spirit is the same methinks.

pairing: tonowari x reader

tags: heat, feelings of inadequacy, p in v sex, praise, gentle dom!tonowari if you squint, porn with feelings

a/n: this fic…it ran away from me

minors dni

it’s not that you’d wanted to avoid tonowari, not truly anyway. you’d grown up together as your parents were close to each other, and he’s always been protective over you. fussing over whether you were truly ready for joining the others for hunts, giving other men a glare when they’d approached you, soothing you when you cried about whatever had hurt you that day. but he was like that with your siblings too, and all his friends really. the treatment you got wasn’t special but every softly spoken assurance, every gentle smile, every soothing touch, even, had taken a hold on your heart.

but you couldn’t do anything about it. he would soon take over as olo’eyktan and all the tribe whispered and gushed about how ronal would be the perfect tsahik. and who could blame them? she was fierce, intelligent, loyal, loving and dedicated to the tribe. the younger members often sought her out for guidance when they were too scared to go to elders.

it only made sense, then, that tonowari spent less time with you as time went on. as you got older and more mature you’d noticed how he and ronal were often nowhere to be seen. you wouldn’t dare impose yourself upon them. it just didn’t feel right. no matter how much your heart ached for him.

so when he appeared in front of you while you and the tribe were deciding hunting parties for the day you were surprised. he was smiling, turquoise eyes sparkling. “looks like we’ll be together for the day,” he said.

you nearly frowned, having not heard the olo’eyktan’s announcement of parties during your musings. ronal had apparently been assigned to another one.

“just like old times, eh?” he asked.

you nodded, forcing a smile. you couldn’t hunt with him. it would hurt too much to have him fuss over you when you were like this.

he gave you an earnest look and placed a hand on your shoulder. “listen, i-“”

suddenly someone called out to him and he turned to see his father, a dear friend of the oloeyktan, motioning for him.

tonowari looked at you apologetically. “we’ll talk on the hunt,” he promised.

again, you could only nod and sighed in relief when he left. the place he had touched you burned and your heart seemed to think your chest was a drum.

quickly you ran to find another close friend of yours before the hunt started.

you found him sharpening a spear, face contorted in concentration.

“not now,” he muttered, immediately knowing it was you. “i gotta get this ready before we head out.”

“switch hunting parties with me,” you blurted in a rush.

ralak sighed and placed the spear down. “what’s this about?”

“nothing, i…” you paused and gulped, nothing how shaky your breath was. “i just…the west side of the reef isn’t that pretty this time of year is all.”

ralak studied you steadily before sighing and continuing with sharpening his spear. “fine. but you owe me.”

you beamed and hugged him. “thanks!”

“yeah, yeah.”

-0O0-

the hunts were successful and without incident. tonowari had managed to catch a large fish that would feed the tribe well for two nights. the celebration was boisterous and the cheerful sounds of your fellow metkayina floated into the night sky.

there were drums being beaten on steadily and flutes were played as the tribe danced. you were sitting next to ralak who was telling you about the hunt and how tonowari had led them, speaking above the roar of the fire and the songs being chanted.

you laughed along at his tale, only to be distracted by a glimpse of tonowari who was making his way through the crowd as though looking for someone. your eyes caught each other and a smile graced his face before he made his way to you, causing your good mood to sour immediately.

“i need to go,” you said suddenly, standing up.

ralak was surprised but didn’t say anything, only offering a small wave. you smiled back reassuringly and melted into the crowd. the whole tribe was there so it was easy to blend in and have tonowari lose track of you.

you turned and saw him speaking to ralak with a quizzical look but saw ronal approaching them as well. you heart lurched and your eyes burned, hot tears threatening to fall. you looked away before you could see them talk to each other and made your way back home.

the night air was cooler now that you were away from the flames, but you noticed your body was still quite warm. a dull ache, barely noticeable, sat at the bottom of your stomach.

it was early symptoms of a heat, but it was still days away. your scent hadn’t changed yet, ralak would have pointed it out if it did, so it wouldn’t be a problem for another few days.

-0O0-

“so will you tell me what’s wrong now?”

two days later you were sitting with ralak at a cliff, taking in the breeze and watching the waves crash into stone below you. the day was warm and you were sharing fruit between the two of you.

“i don’t know what you mean,” you said coolly before taking a bite. the fruit was juicy and you wiped your mouth when you felt some of it trickle down your chin.

ralak gave you a pointed look, clearly unimpressed. “i’m not stupid, you’ve been avoiding tonowari for months, now. what’s going on?”

you frowned at him. ralak was always so observant, wise beyond his years it seemed too. “i haven’t been avoiding him.”

he clicked his tongue and shook his head as he stared into the horizon. the sea was so beautiful like this, glinting under the bright light of the star in the sky. he was concerned, but he didn’t prod.

“your heat’s coming,” he murmured now.

you choked on the fruit that was currently in your mouth at his bluntness. “you can’t just…a little tact, please!”

he chuckled. “there’s no one here, and i can guarantee everyone in the tribe will be able to smell it on you in about a day too.”

the only reason ralak knew was because he was around you so much. when people were close to each other it was far easier to smell the subtle differences in scent.

“so? any plans to have someone help you?”

“are you volunteering?” you teased, but the look he gave you was a serious one. you shook your head. “i’m used to going at it alone.”

“you sure?” he asked. “you were joking but i don’t mind helping you, you know. i get…i just…” he trailed off, wringing his hands.

you knew what he would say, and you were flattered really. heats were a difficult time and usually it was encouraged at an unmated woman have a trusted friend help her through it until she was bonded. going at it alone wasn’t impossible but it was harder.

“i’m used to it,” you reassured. “don’t worry about me, ralak.”

he shook his head again, though not at you it seemed. perhaps at something he himself was thinking. “alright. but you’re gonna have to find a mate soon.”

when the two of you arrived back at the tribe, eclipse was close at hand. ralak left, mentioning something about spears again before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze as though to reassure you.

you were alone in the bustle of the village and tried to find something to keep your mind busy for the rest of the day.

before you could even think however, you bumped into tonowari who steadied you before you could fall. his hands were hot against your skin and you jumped away.

“you alright?” he asked. “i was looking for you.”

you looked up at his concerned eyes and could feel your stomach curl in on itself. “i…i’m fine. i need to go—”

“i wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, quickly grabbing your wrist before you could make your escape.

that touch seemed to burn through you, your heart raced and you could feel your skin getting hotter by the second.

no, this wasn’t right. your heat wasn’t due for another couple days at the very least. you didn’t even have a strong scent yet. what was this? what was happening?

“i really need to go,” you said again, fighting with yourself to move away from him.

his eyes narrowed in concern. “what’s…” but after a moment he inhaled deeply and his eyes widened.

you used this moment to break away from him and ran to the other side of settlement where the heat huts were. your heat was coming early and since you were unmated, it would be difficult to handle it at home especially because you were so unprepared.

seeing ronal at the front, tidying up almost made you trip in surprise.

she looked up at you and frowned before ushering you inside without another word, closing the curtain behind her as she did. this hut was in the shade for most of they day, making heats somewhat bearable, and you were relieved at the cool air against your skin.

“it’s early,” she said muttered, smelling you.

“i was fine thirty minutes ago, i swear.”

she tutted and fussed about you, bringing you water and a plate of food, ever the picture of calmness as you fidgeted, already feeling a wetness soak through your clothes. the cramps were beginning and you squirmed and the uncomfortable sensitive feeling you had in your intimate parts.

“relax,” she said. “i’ll leave in a moment but i’ll be close by. do you have anyone helping you through this?”

you shook your head and she nodded. normally people didn’t go there if they had someone to help them.

“i’ll come in every few hours to give you food and water,” she said. “if you need anything, tell me.”

she left you then and you were alone inside a hut in the early throes of a heat. it didn’t take you long for you to start touching yourself, eyes pricking at the feeling of pressure against your clit. it didn’t take long for you to come either from how sensitive you were, slick gushing out of you as you gasped.

it wasn’t nearly enough, you knew that, and you whined, lying back now and putting two fingers inside. you were burning everywhere, and it was almost unbearable.

the world around you because a blazing haze as your thoughts melted together. your fingers thrust into you pathetically and you whined as you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to think it was someone else doing it. imagining soft words of praise and affirmation and strong arms cooling away the burning as you were thrusted into.

“that’s it,” the imaginary voice said, softly. “take my cock. that’s a good girl.”

you sobbed, you walls squeezing around empty space sound your fingers. “wari, please,” you said softly. “wari, need you please. please.”

and you came again. but something was clearly wrong. everything still burned. there wasn’t the usual respite, the moments of calm in a frenzy. your mind was foggy and your cunt still dripping and wanting. it burned, it all burned.

-0O0-

it was like this for two days. you could barely sleep from the heat and eating was difficult. ronal expressed her concern the first time she checked in on you and noticed you hadn’t touched the water, and now she seemed genuinely frightened.

you were too. your heats usually calmed down after the first three days, but it seemed only to worsen as time went on.

you whispered tonowari’s name repeatedly, his figure was the only one you saw when you fell into one of your fantasies. but he wasn’t there and every time you realised this, you cried.

right now, though, you were on your hands and knees, ass up as you fucked your fingers. vaguely you heard loud whispers floating into the room. you couldn’t tell what was being said, and you didn’t care as you whined at the burning feeling.

“need you, wari,” you mumbled as imagined him taking you from behind. “hurts so bad.”

you could hear the sound of cloth moving and footsteps somewhere far away. you didn’t pay it mind, however as slick gushed out of you once more and tears fell from your face. it just wasn’t enough.

you heard your name being called and you looked, peering through the haze at the voice. it sounded so real, was your imagination really that strong?

“look at you,” the voice said, concerned. you saw tonowari kneeling next to you and you squinted.

“wari?” you asked and you reached out. his skin was cool under your palm, soothing, like a gel on a burn. “you’re here?”

“i’m here sweet girl,” he said, cupping your face. “gonna take care of you.”

something in your brain raised alarm bells and you would have protested but his hands were so cool, they offered the only respite you’d had from the burning from the last three days.

without any delay, he replaced your fingers with his own and —oh!—it was…it felt…

you sobbed at the way his fingers felt inside you, stretching you and curling into you. it was infinitely better already, they were so thick and long.

he swore at the slick that came out of you and licked it off your thighs. you shivered as he trailed it up, lapping at everything before giving you cunt a long lick.

it was like an explosion erupted through you as he circled your clit with his tongue. then he gave it a tentative lick and you came, the haze and the fog in your mind clearing somewhat.

he licked you clean before straightening himself behind you. “gonna fuck you now,” he promised. “gonna make it feel better, okay, sweet girl?”

you barely answered before he thrusted into you. the feeling was incredible, you had no idea that you could feel like this during a heat.

“fuck,” he said softly. “fuck, you’re so perfect around me. you’re so tight.”

you felt him grip your hips tighter as though to control himself.

“wari, gonna cum,” you sobbed. “wanna cum on your cock.”

he grunted at that and gave two particularly hard thrusts which made you cum harder than you’d ever in your life. he swore as slicked rushed out of you and came inside you soon after.

the fog cleared enough that you were lucid and you blinked, turning to tonowari who lay down next to you in exhaustion.

“wari? it’s you?”

he nodded. “it was easy to convince ronal since your heat had gotten bad. why didn’t you ask for help?”

“i…” you trailed off. “ thank you, for coming here.”

he nodded and helped you sit up. a bowl of water was at your lips before you knew it. “you need to drink.”

you did so happily, but the ache in your heart came again. he was once again fussing over you. this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

“ronal is kind,” you said, “letting you come here.”

he looked at you quizzically. “it’s to be expected. we look out for each other as a tribe.”

again your heart panged. you couldn’t bear to look at him as he fed you some dried fruit from the bowl, but the familiar tingle began to rise again. soon your body burned once more and you are panting and whining.

the bowl was put aside as tonowari grasped your hips and manoeuvred you onto his lap. his hands cooled the unbearable heat on your skin as he reassured you.

tonowari took you while you were on his lap this time, rocking into you as you whined at keened. soft words were shared in your ear and you swore as he thrusted up into you. “good girl,” he said. “take what you need from me. there you go…”

you gripped his shoulders as you rode him, back arching as he rubbed your clit. you came again and collapsed into him as he stroked your hair.

“ralak said you were avoiding me,” tonowari said after some silence. “he didn’t say why but…” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “i was worried, truly.”

“you and ronal need to focus on each other.”

“ronal and i?”

you nodded and he frowned. “you’re just as important. you should have said your heat was going to be bad.”

you smiled now. “even now the future olo’eyktan thinks of his people. i’m impressed.”

“i’m not…this isn’t…” he paused to collect his thoughts. “i’m doing this because you’re…i…fuck. i want to.”

you’d never seen him look so frustrated and you were all the more confused for it.

he saw your expression and furrowed his brow, thinking deeply. then as though he’d made up his mind, he kissed you.

it took you by surprise. normally it wasn’t necessary for people who helped during heats to kiss, at least that’s what you’d heard. but this kiss, it soothed you, and you relaxed as tonowari wrapped his arms around you. it was nice and you felt as tonowari let a content purr out, a thing you’d never heard him do. you broke apart and he trailed some kisses down your neck, suckling softly at your collar bone.

it seemed like he genuinely enjoyed this, that he cared. about you. but that wasn’t right. ronal she was just outside…

“wari, i can’t…ronal might…”

he paused. “ronal?”

you fidgeted. “she’ll be your tsahik. you’ll be mated, it’s not fair to her.”

he blinked, and a rush of understanding washed across his face. “ronal and i…we’re not together.”

the words were like a punch in the gut. “what?”

“she’s helping me get more in tune with eywa,” he said. “i thought it would be good for me once i’m olo’eyktan.”

you took a shaky breath. “but she’s…so perfect. everyone thinks so.”

he chuckled. “she would be a formidable tsahik. but she’s not…” he sighed, rubbing your hips. “how could i mate her in a world where you exist?”

you gaped at him, the familiar heat returning now. you pushed it down, pushed away the hazy fog that came with it. “i don’t understand.”

he hummed, taking your hands. “how do i say this…? i see you. i see only you. it’s always been you.”

you understood the words fundamentally, yes, yet they made no sense. “you’ll be olo’eyktan.”

“yes.”

“i don’t—wari, it’s not me. please, don’t do this. my heart can’t take it. don’t lie to me like this. it’s hard enough that you’re with me during my heat.”

he kissed you again and you reciprocated. his lips trailed down to your neck and suckled and you gasped as he nipped your skin.

“it’s always been you,” he whispered.

you lay back against the blankets as he licked your torso. he gently cupped one of your breasts and sucked the nipple.

your back arched, skin alight with soft flames as he made his way down to your now sopping core. he kissed your lower lips once before straightening himself and stroking his erection.

you whined out for him as he teased your entrance with his tip. finally he slowly entered you, stretching you out. the brain fog that came with your heat was minimal and you felt all of him.

he rocked into you slowly, bending over to kiss you again as he moved his hips. your cries were swallowed by him and a shiver shot through you when his tongue explored your mouth.

the pace was slow and deep as his mouth trailed down to suck your breast, to nick at your neck, to kiss your shoulder, to worship your body as he gave you soft praises.

“my good girl,” he said. “my sweet girl.”

his words caressed you and the pressure in you rushed out. you trembled in his arms as a powerful orgasm shook you.

“yes, just like that,” he grunted, moving a bit faster now. “can you do it again? cum like this?”

you nodded, already feeling the telltale signs of another orgasm tingling in you.

“good,” he said before kissing you again.

he groaned as he felt you squeeze his cock with your walls. “just like that, yes, good girl.”

you were absolutely drunk on his cock, loving how it got harder the more turned on he got. it felt far too good.

“gonna cum wari,” you whined.

“cum for me, sweet girl. makes me so happy to see you cum,” he said.

you came again, the pleasure so great you saw only white. you heard tonowari swear as his rhythm stuttered, biting into your neck before he came inside of you.

the bite was hard, but didn’t hurt. not too much. but it took you a minute to realise what he had done, to realise he marked you as his.

he kissed you for what felt like the millionth time, deeply, feeling every part of you with his hands as though committing your body to memory. you kissed back, heart feeling light for the first time in what felt like months.

“it’s always been you,” he said when he broke the kiss. “i’ve wanted to ask for ages but i never could.”

you caressed the bite mark, it was a promise, a vow. “how long?”

he chuckled. “from the moment i met you, i think. it was admiration back then, but when we got older…”

you laughed at how similar you were. at how silly you’d been. but that feeling of unworthiness, it lingered still.

“i’m not…”

“you don’t have to be,” he reassured. “it’s always been you, remember. and it always will be.”

#atwow #avatar the way of water #atwow smut #tonowari #atwow tonowari #tonowari smut #avatar smut #tonowari x reader #tonowari x you #this uh…this ran away from me lmao #tonowari x y/n #ask box #omegaverse

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baileypie-writes · 5 months

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Hi! Can you do a fluff Velvet x fem reader where they are secretly dating and by secret? I mean, like NOBODY knows, like not even Veneer and Crimp, etc. I'm going to leave the rest of what you wanna do with this prompt up to you (ex: just basic stuff or say someone found out yk).

A/N ~ Sure! Love this idea! Hope you enjoy!(Love your pfp btw, Cure Lovely is great!)

~It’s Nothing!~

Velvet x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Female

Relationship: Romantic, but nobody knows you’re dating.

Synopsis: You and Velvet are secretly dating, and something happens that nearly gets you caught.

Warnings: Secret relationship, risk of getting found out

(Sorry for the low quality picture)

“You know, you don’t have to help us get ready? Especially since we don’t pay you. It makes me feel bad!” Veneer said as you put on his eyeliner.

“Oh it’s okay! I like hanging out with you guys, so might as well help.” You glanced over to Velvet, who was doing her hair. Truthfully, you mostly hung around to be with her. Not that you didn’t like Veneer, it’s just that you and Velvet had something going on. You’ve been secretly dating for about two months now, and it’s been great. Well, other than the fact that you have to be sneaky.

“Yeah. Just be thankful, Veneer. She does a way better job than Crimp anyway.” Said Velvet, not looking away from the mirror.

You laughed. “Oh, come on Vels, be nice. Crimp does her best!” Velvet scoffed, as if she didn’t agree with your statement. You playfully rolled your eyes.

Suddenly, one of the stage crew members popped their head in. “You’re on in three, guys!” He said, holding up three fingers.

Veneer let out a girlish scream, and hopped off the chair. “We better go! Thanks (Y/N)!” He grabbed Velvet’s arm, and dragged her out the door with him. Velvet gave a quick wave to you before vanishing, making you giggle.

It hasn’t been easy keeping your relationship a secret. Well, for you at least. Velvet seems to be doing okay. But you find it hard to hide your feelings. She makes you so happy, you can barely contain yourself.

You remember all the times she pulled you aside to give you a quick kiss. And all the times you barely caught yourself before saying “I love you” to her in public. You were so caught up in your memories, that you almost forgot about the performance! You yelped at the realization, and quickly sprinted into the audience.

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Velvet and Veneer exited the stage, waving goodbye to their ecstatic fans. Their performance left your voice, and many other people’s, nearly gone from all the cheering you’ve done.

You squeezed your way through the crowd, and made your way back to the dressing room. Velvet and Veneer weren’t there yet. You thought they were probably signing autographs, so you waited.

A couple minutes later, Velvet entered the room, but without her brother. “Where’s Veneer?” You asked.

“Still giving people unibrows. He might be a while.” She laughed. You did as well, imagining the line of people waiting to have Veneer draw on their face.

“Your show was great, by the way. As always.” You said, walking over to your girlfriend.

“I know, but thanks.” She said proudly. “I like how I can always see you in the crowd. It wouldn’t be the same without my number-one fan! Oh, and girlfriend.” She said that last part in a joking manner, as if she had forgotten you two were dating. You giggled, rolling your eyes.

“I love you, Vels.” You said, giving her a hug.

Velvet blushed. “You too.” She said, quickly. She wasn’t quite ready to say it back fully yet, but she still made an effort. Just so you knew she felt the same. When you let go of her, Velvet quickly pecked your cheek. You smiled at the gesture.

The door swung open, causing you and Velvet to jump away from each other. It was Veneer. “Woo, boy! My hand is tired! I’m sure I drew on, like, two hundred people’s foreheads!”

You laughed, then turned your attention back to Velvet. Her expression was not one you were expecting. She was staring at you, eyes wide, and mouth open, in shock. You gave a confused look, and mouthed a “what?”. She pointed to her cheek, then at the mirror. You turned to look at yourself, and what you saw made your face turn red.

There was a lipstick mark on your cheek, from Velvet. You slapped a hand over it, and whipped back around face her. You had a panicked look on your face, and silently asked her what you should do. Velvet put her arms up, gesturing that she didn’t know. Luckily, Veneer was still talking, so you had at least a little time to get rid of it.

You couldn’t go outside. People would see you leaving the twins’s dressing room with a red lipstick mark and would most likely put the pieces together. So instead, you shuffled to the vanity, praying to God that Veneer would keep on talking. Luckily, you spotted some makeup remover.

Velvet noticed, and walked over to you. She poured some on a cotton pad, while you kept your hand over the mark. She then moved your hand, and put the cotton pad on it, standing in front of you as you wiped the lipstick off. You then threw the cotton pad away.

Veneer had finished talking, and looked over at you. Noticing you and Velvet’s nervous expressions, he gave a questioning look. “Something wrong?” He asked.

“It’s nothing!” You blurted out, while Velvet nodded her head vigorously. Veneer shrugged, and moved to the vanity to remove his makeup. You and Velvet turned to each other, and let out a sigh of relief.

That was close.

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~~baileypie-writes

#trolls 3 band together #trolls 3 #trolls 3 x reader #trolls 3 velvet #velvet x reader

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justtwotired · 4 months

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Im Vic, Can i please get something with colby? The reader would be a ex gf who runs into him when sam and him are recording a video and he asks if they could meet up after they are done recording. She says yes and sam goes back to the hotel leaving them alone maybe there are some sparks still there.

Hi! Yes, definitely! I’m sorry I posted like more then a month after your request, I’ve just been really busy with school and other writing projects of mine, but thank you so much for the req<3

I laughed as Amelia made a joke about our experience a few hours ago in the haunted house we work at. I was packing my bag to go home while she was staying to give a tour of the house to some guests who where going to check it out and come back the next night.

“Hey, unheard your tour is being recorded for YouTube,” I commented and she smiled a bit giddy. “It is! I really can’t wait, this is actually so exciting, does my hair look alright?” She asked and I laughed.

“You look amazing, don’t worry,” I reassured and she winked at me in a flirtatious way, making me blow her a kiss. “We are such girlfriends,” she joked and I shook my head with a small laugh.

“Hey, wasn’t one of your ex boyfriends a YouTuber who recorded in haunted places?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, he still is, I didn’t really speak with him anymore… sometimes I wish I still did,” I admitted making her wiggle her eyebrows at me. “Oh don’t look at me like that, it’ll never happen, I know it,” I sighed and she gave me a reassuring smile.

“It’ll be fine hun, if nothing works out you can always marry me,” she said and I gave her a look. “I’m sure your husband would love that,” I said and she waved me off.

“I’d dump him for you,” she said and I snorted, going to hit her arm but she quickly dodged and stuck out her tongue at me.

“What’s the name of the YouTubers coming here? I’ll look them up to see if they’re anything interesting,” I said, grabbing my phone.

“Oh, Sam and Colby,” she said and I paused, looking at her in surprise. “You’re joking right?” I asked and she shook her head.

“No, why?” She questioned and then her face hit with realisation. “Don’t tell me one of them is your ex,” she said and I nodded.

“Jup, Colby is my ex, and I think this is my cue to go before they arrive,” I said and she hid back a smile, making me glare at her.

Of course, as if the world hated me, we heard a car arrive outside, making me want to sink trough the ground right at that moment.

With a teasing grin, Amelia walked towards the front door and I followed her, not like I could escape now anyway, my car was parked outside.

When Amelia opened the door, I immediately noticed the two of them and seemingly two friends. Sam was holding a camera and filming himself and another guy, then he pointed the camera at me and Amelia making our way outside.

His eyes visibly widened at the sight of me and he instinctively pointed the camera at Colby who seemed to be rather shocked when he noticed me.

“Hi, Amelia,” she introduced herself, shaking Sam’s hand and then Colby’s, followed by the other two who where apparently called ‘Josh and Seth.’

“Hey,” Same greeted me with a smile and opened his arms, making me pull him into a hug. We had become great friends after me and Colby became a couple, but when he and I broke up, I stopped contacting Sam as it was kind of a unwritten rule.

“Hi, it’s been a while,” I said with a small grin. I shook both hands of Josh and Seth, introducing myself, before turning to Colby who seemed lost in how to greet me.

With a small smile I opened my arms to invite him for a hug which he excepted, holding me tightly and resting his chin on my head, just like old times.

“I didn’t know you two where coming,” I said, taking a step back. “We didn’t know you worked here,” Colby said and I chuckled.

“Isn’t it a small world?” Amelia said, making Sam point the camera at her.

“You’re our guide then, right?” He asked and she nodded. “That would be me,” she answered.

“Do tell us about yourself,” Colby said and she shot me a nervous glance, making me give her a thumbs up.

“Alright, I am Amelia Cooper, I’ve been working at the -haunted house name- for about three years now and I’ll be your guide this evening,” she said and I smiled at her approvingly.

“Great, and you can introduce yourself aswel,” Sam then pointed the camera at me, making me chuckle.

“Alright then,” I said, telling the camera my name. “I have been working here for- I think for almost a year now, and I won’t be your guide for this evening because I am actually leaving, but I’m going to be here tomorrow night to receive you for your night alone,” I explained.

“Alright, great, let’s go inside then,” Sam said and shut of the camera. “I didn’t hear that you moved,” Sam commented and looked at me.

“Oh, I didn’t really, I just live with Amelia trough the week but I mostly go bakc home around the weekend, so I kind of live her, but I kind of don’t,” I said making him chuckle.

“Alright, sorry if I’m being clueless, but you know each other, because…?” Seth pointed a finger at the three of us a bit confused.

“Oh, ex girlfriend,” I pointed at Colby, making both Josh and Seth nod in understanding. “But, you guys can go inside to start the tour, I’m heading home because I think the cat will kill me if I am to late with feeding him,” I said making Amelia let out a noice of offense.

“Was that a jab at my cat?” She asked giving me a scolding look, I stuck my tongue out, making her chuckle. “I’ll see you later,” she waved and gestured at the boys to follow her, making her way back inside.

I wanted to walk towards my car but was stopped when Colby laid his hand on my shoulder. I turned to him with a questioning look.

“Hey, Uhm, I wondered if you wanted to hang out later tonight?” He asked and I felt heat rise to my cheeks, because it is actually something I really hoped he’d ask but I was to afraid to do it myself.

“Yes, sure, sounds fun,” I said with a small smile. “I’ll text you my address, you may pick me up when you’re done with the tour, we can head to the fair that’s in town,” I said, knowing he loves those.

He gave me an excited grin. “I’ll be there,” he promised and then followed his friends inside.

Later that evening, I got a text from Colby saying he was on his way. Amelia was home already and she told me he and his friends were headed back to the hotel first before Colby would pick me up.

It made sense, as they only had one car at the moment.

After about 15 minutes, there were knocks on the door and I quickly shot up from the couch and opened the door, finding Colby looking at me with a smile.

“Ready to go?” He asked and I nodded. “Of course I am,” I said and yelled a goodbye to Amelia before following Colby to his car.

“So, what have you been up to?” He asked as we were driving to the fair.

“Nothing much, just mostly working at the house,” I shrugged with a small smile. “I became interested in those kind of things because of you, you know,” I said, masking him give me a small smile back.

“I already hoped so,” he said, sending me a small wink, making me bite the inside of my lip, trying not to blush.

“And you?” I asked. “What have you been up to?” I liked at him while he kept his eyes on the road.

“Mostly just making video’s,” he admitted. “And of course a few party’s here and there,” he grinned slightly, making me chuckle.

“Yeah, I expected nothing less,” I gave him a look, making him give me a ‘guilty’ look back. It caused me to laugh and shake my head.

It was silent for a moment when we stopped laughing. It wasn’t really awkward, but not comfortable either.

“And uh,” he started. “Any new relationships?” He asked, a bit too curious if you ask me. Bit I couldn’t blame him, I’d been aching to ask him the same question after all.

“Oh, I dated about two guys between the time we broke up and now, but one was just a small fling and the other was a bit serious, but I eventually broke it off because he wasn’t really my type after all,” I admitted.

The guy I had been in a relationship with had been nice and all, but nothing like Colby, he was not what I was looking for and I had to break it off because it was unfair for him.

“What about you?” I asked, maybe a bit to intrigued, but what could I say, I really wanted to know if he had found better than me.

“Just a few flings really, nothing serious,” he admitted and looked at me. “Nothing like you,” he said, making me blush and smile rather proudly.

We eventually arrived at the fair and I immediately dragged him towards my favourite ride, making him laugh and tell me I was like a child, making me roll my eyes and whack his arm.

We stayed at the fair for multiple hours, and just like in the movies, he managed to win a huge teddy bear for me.

We eventually sat down somewhere to eat and I yawned as we sat at the table.

“Tired?” He asked with a chuckle and I nodded, combing a hand trough my hair. “I’ll bring you home, come on,” he stood up a reached out a hand, I took it and he pulled me up.

We threw away the paper cups and trays and headed towards the car.

He took my hand in his, making me look up at him with a smile, I’d missed how our hands fitted so perfectly together.

“Thank you, for tonight,” I said at the excit of the fair and he smiled at me. “I’m happy you wanted to come,” he answered.

“Can I be honest with you?” I asked and he nodded rather interested. “I really missed you,” I said, pursing my lips slightly.

“I missed you too,” he admitted with a low chuckle, I gave him a soft smile and looked into his eyes, I’d missed those eyes.

His eyes shot down to my lips for a second and I could feel excitement start to bubble in my stomach. I shot a longing glance at his own lips, making him grin at me.

He put up a hand and rested it on my cheek. “May I kiss you?” He whispered and I chuckled.

“Obviously,” I said, before standing on my toes and connecting our lips.

#sam and colby x reader #colby brock x reader #colby brock #sam and colby #sam golbach x reader #sam golbach

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melkluver · 1 year

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Midnight

Ellie Williams x f!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: SMUT- like a lot. marijuana consumption, established relationship, minors DN!!!!

a/n: I need to express all of my feelings and this is the only way that seems right (I also tried to proof read to the best of my ability)

The clock reads midnight. You can’t sleep, and you haven’t been able to for the past couple of weeks.

All you think about is her. Ellie. She’s always on your mind and you can’t seem to get her out, not that you want to anyway.

You guys have been dating for the past several months and the relationship has been so much better than anything you could’ve ever asked for.

She knows you, she cares about you. She remembers every single detail about you.

She loves every part of you, even the scars that scatter across your body that you’ve collected over the years from the countless run-ins with the infected.

Her love is genuine and kind.

Of course you feel the same way about her. You would do anything for Ellie.

You need Ellie.

You decided to get up out of the bed to make your way over to her house, making sure to grab boots and a jacket seeing as it was freezing outside. You also made sure to grab your backpack that had something in it that you knew would definitely help you two fall asleep.

You wrapped the jacket around your figure tightly when you stepped outside, hoping to block out as much cold air as possible. Like expected, the Wyoming cold was too much and made your journey towards Ellie’s little shed even more difficult than you had planned for.

When you arrived at the green house in the backyard, you wasted no time in knocking. You were eager to see her.

“Hi El” You said smiling to the auburn haired girl.

“Hey babe” she says back. She wastes no time pulling you inside, closing the door behind you.

It wasn’t unexpected for you to show up in the middle of the night. It was something that Ellie had grown quite fond of, secretly hoping every night you would find yourself making your way back towards her.

You engulf each other into a hug, her hands rubbing up and down your back feeling every inch of your covered skin. Ellie’s figure stood taller than yours, but it wasn’t too drastic of a height difference.

Your eyes meet each other. Wasting no time, you both move forward harmoniously with your lips eventually meeting.

You guys act like you haven’t seen each other in days, when in reality you had seen her only yesterday. You guys had been busy with patrolling recently, there's been more and more sightings of infected, and sometimes it’s hard to catch the other one awake before they accidentally fall asleep from exhaustion.

Our saving grace was the weekends. Maria thought it would be nice giving you guys weekends off especially because of how hard the two of you have been working, You guess infected didn’t matter on the weekends. Not that you were complaining anyway.

“I have something.” You giggled, pulling away from the kiss, making your way towards her couch while also making sure to tug your boots and jacket off behind you.

“What is it?” Ellie said, following right behind you.

You placed down the backpack on her little table in front of the couch, pushing the zipper to the side and pulling out the medium sized glassware Eugene had lent you.

“Holy shit,” Ellie exclaimed “how’d you get that!” she grabbed the bong out of your hands, taking a closer look.

“Eugene, who do you think? He only needs a little bit of sweet-talking.” You said playfully to the green eyed girl.

She playfully pushed your shoulder, laughing in the process. “Do you even know how to use this? I don’t.” she says sheepishly.

“Eugene gave me the rundown on how to use it, I think I got the jist of it.” You say back to your girlfriend. “We need water,” You say, turning to Ellie.

She nods and walks away into her bathroom, grabbing a cup in the process. The faucet squeaked as she filled the cup up with water.

She handed you the clear cup when she finished filling the cup all the way to the top. “Thank you baby,” you mumbled to her while pouring some water into the side of the bong. “I think this should be enough. Eugene said not to cover this hole with water.”

She mumbled an ‘okay’ before sitting back down next to you, intertwining her legs with yours.

She was a very touchy person and you loved it. Every touch she left on your body, you were sure enough to soak up.

You pulled the small little baggy of the loose green flower out of the bag. Eugene had somehow managed to keep and maintain a weed farm during an apocalypse, something you weren't sure how he did. It made so much sense now on why Eugene always liked to patrol in that area.

It was a complete accident when you stumbled across it too. You were supposed to be trading shifts with Eugene for patrolling that day but when you arrived at the lookout and he wasn’t there you made a decision to search the surrounding area. You found the library and made your way towards the basement where the atrocious smell of what you thought then was skunk, was seeping out.

You found Eugene passed out, sprawled across the couch. When you eventually woke him up, he made you promise you wouldn’t tell anyone about him and the stinky flower he called weed.

That was months ago. Eugene had given you weed in the form he called ‘joints’ only twice before this, obviously you shared it with Ellie. This was something new though.

You opened the little baggy, and grabbed a small amount of the sticky green stuff to place in the part Eugene had told you to.

“Okay,” You paused, trying to remember his exact instructions. “He said we have to breathe in while lighting this part, and then he said we take this little piece out from the side when we’re done inhaling the smoke.”

“Sounds simple enough to me.” Ellie said.

You love how Ellie is always eager to do things with you, no matter how dumb or stupid it may seem to everyone else. She is something worth living for, she makes you feel so free.

You turn your head towards Ellie, pressing your lips to hers feeling an overcome of emotions towards the girl.

You brought the glass up to your mouth and followed the steps, eventually being able to finally see smoke fill up the cylinder. You took out the little glass piece like he said, and inhaled all the smoke that still lingered.

It’s only a few seconds before you start to cough, you were honestly so thankful that Ellie had gotten more than enough water for trying to fill the bong.

You cough for a few more seconds, before your lungs finally start to calm down from the sensation of water. You extend the glassware over to Ellie while also handing her the lighter you had brought from home.

Ellie had taken a hit out of the bong and to your own surprise, she didn’t cough.

“Okay big girl” You say, playfully rolling your eyes towards your girlfriend.

“Come on babe. You know how horny you just made me, saying that?”

It’s not uncommon for Ellie to use dirty talk, and you knew how much it did to her when you used dirty talk back, especially when you talked to her like she was in charge. She was dominant and you didn’t mind it.

“Yeah?” You say while taking the bong from Ellie, bringing the cylinder back up to your mouth to take another hit. “Show me” You say while exhaling out the smoke.

She wastes no time in taking the bong out of your hands to place it on the table in front of you.

She turns back to you and grabs the back of your neck pulling you forward, bringing you to sit on top of her, your lips immediately crashing together. Your mouths move together, her tongue making its way into your mouth as your tongues fight for dominance, which Ellie obviously wins. You moan into the kiss as Ellie’s hands explore your body, especially paying attention to your ass.

You struggle to breathe and pull away, to which Ellie responds by crashing her lips onto your neck leaving love marks that you know she’s secretly proud to show off.

She gently tugs your face back down to her, before viciously attacking your lips with hers. Both of your highs made the intensity of it all become much deeper, both of you getting lost in each other.

You moved your hands to the hem of her sweatshirt, letting your hands travel under her top and your fingertips softly grazing her stomach. Ellie pulled away from the kiss, licking her lips.

Fuck she looks so fucking hot. You felt a rush of heat stretch down to your core and you squeeze your thighs closer together around her, your pussy aching for her.

You stand up from the couch, Ellie shuddering from the cold air that’s met when you leave her lap. “Come on” you said motioning to her bed, grabbing her hand.

Every time you and Ellie had sex, there was something so magical about it. Ellie is the first girl you’ve ever been with. You cringe thinking about how nervous you were with your first time with Ellie, but all those nerves were quick to fade away in an instant. She's the type that makes you feel very comfortable in bed, always making sure to praise you and tell you how good you are doing, she’d also do anything to meet your needs.

Ellie really liked to please you, like really please you. It took weeks for her to understand that you wanted to please her too, finally letting you eat her out. The moans she let escape her mouth that night let you know you must’ve been doing something right.

Your knees immediately buckled underneath you with the first contact of the soft bed hitting your skin, Ellie quickly finding herself on top of you.

You quickly take your sweatshirt off, leaving you bare to Ellie. Her lips immediately showered your chest with kisses and hickeys. She takes her time sucking and biting softly on your nipple, while her hand toys with your other nipple. She leaned back for a moment, admiring her work on your neck and chest.

You take this time to slide her grey sweatshirt up until her stomach is exposed, encouraging her to take her hoodie off, in which she complies.

“You’re incredible” you say breathlessly to the auburn haired girl, your eyes scanning across every single inch of her skin. You’ve seen her naked so many times before but you’d never get over how she looked.

She slides her fingers under the layers that consist of your sweatpants and panties, encouraging you to take them off. She leans down to kiss you while she removes the garments you let her take off your body.

Her right hand finds its way in-between your legs, running her fingers through your wet folds.

“Fuck. You’re already this wet for me” Ellie breathed out on your lips, her fingers finding their way to your pulsating clit. She made circle motions with her thumb on your nub, making you cry out loud with joy.

She took her thumb off your clit, making you whimper from the loss of contact. But before you could complain, her middle finger found its way dipping into your soaking cunt. You moaned from the feeling.

“So tight” she breathed out, her head finding its way further to your cunt leaving kisses down your stomach. Your head rolled back when Ellie added a second finger. You let out gasps and little whines while Ellie fingered you.

The sounds of Ellie fingering you bouncing around her room, made you both want more.

She pulled her fingers out of you folds and pulled your legs closer to her face, wrapping her arms under your legs and around your hips in the process.

Without warning Ellie licked a stripe up your cunt, stopping her tongue on your clit. You let out soft moans and reached out to grab a handful of Ellie’s hair, making her suck on your clit.

She inserted both fingers back into you, stretching you out. She ate you out like she was starving, her expert fingers adding even more pleasure to it all. She added another finger deep into your cunt, as her mouth still sucked away at your pussy.

You moaned, that familiar feeling coiling inside your core, your orgasm approaching soon. Your legs tightened, threatening to close but Ellie had managed to keep them apart with her arms.

“Shit” you groaned, your head dropped back while you still had a handful of Ellie’s hair, your grip getting tighter with each passing second.

Your legs shook as your orgasm hit, Ellie moaned into your cunt while the vibrations added more stimulation to your clit as you came. When your body feels limp, you let go of Ellie’s hair.

“Good girl” Ellie said, placing one more kiss on your pussy before making her way back up to you, kissing you, letting you taste your juices on her lips.

Before Ellie could protest you managed to flip you two over, leaving you on top. You wasted no time leaving kisses all over the top half of her body, while also leaving a few hickeys on her chest.

Your hands came to rest at her hips, quickly tugging away the material that covered her bottom half. You pulled her legs open, your eyes quickly landing on her soaking wet cunt. Fuck she’s so wet. Your clit throbbed with the feeling of making Ellie feel good.

You settled yourself close to her and your mouth met her sopping cunt, your tongue swirling around her clit. She let out soft moans and her hand found its way yanking a handful of your hair.

Your lapping between her thighs are loud, the most pornographic, obscene slurps can be heard from where your mouth sits on her pussy. Your eyes looked up to see hers already starting down at you, one hand behind her head.

“You’re doing so good,” she breathed out words of encouragement “that's it, baby.”

Your tongue moving in circles against her wet clit, trying to give her as much pleasure as you could. Her moans became more desperate as you sucked on her cunt.

You ate her out more aggressively, trying to help bring her closer to the edge. You added your middle finger deep into her folds, causing Ellie to groan deeper. Her eyes closed tightly and her thighs began to shake. You picked up the pace.

Her hips buckled as she let out a moan, coming undone on your mouth. “Fuck” she moaned as her body shook.

Ellie immediately cups your face, bringing her closer to hers as she smashes her lips onto yours tasting herself. Your lips move together more desperately, you straddling her thighs, your legs on either side of hers. Her hands roaming your naked body, one landing on your hip and the other landing on your breast.

She smiles into the kiss as her hand fondles with your breasts. She gently pushes you back, wasting no time crawling over to you. You didn’t ask questions; you trusted Ellie.

“You’re so beautiful.” Ellie managed to speak, while positioning the two of you so that your cores could face each other, with you laying down.

She was sitting up, leaning back holding herself up with one arm, while the other arm grabbed ahold of your leg. She began to grind her pussy onto yours.

“Oh my god” you immediately groan. Ellie’s head rolled back as her movement quickened. You didn’t know if it was the result of being high, but this shared time with Ellie had felt so passionate than previous times.

You managed to sit up enough to be closer to her, you wanted to see her face when she fucked you. You intertwined your fingers as you both rolled your hips together.

You both were letting out soft moans, internally cursing at yourself for not trying this position sooner. You groaned, the feeling of her slick clit rubbing against yours was overwhelming, and you could feel your second orgasm approaching.

“Fuck” Ellie whimpered, as she tightened her grip around your waist. You looked up to Ellie, admiring how her hair was stuck to her forehead with little beads of sweat, and how her lips were parted just enough to let out delicate moans.

“You like that baby?” Ellie grunted out, and the feeling coiling inside you finally snapped and for the second time that night you came undone underneath Ellie, letting out a string of curse words following.

Ellie finished shortly after you, still grinding her hips over your clit while also letting a string of curse words fall from her lips. She sat for one more minute, the both of you trying to catch your breath before untangling your legs from hers.

She pressed an innocent kiss to your lips. You both move back to the top of the bed, laying down next to each other with her blankets pulled over the both of you.

Ellie looked at you with a small smile on her face, her hand resting on your cheek.

Your eyes locked with each hers, the high giving her a little more confidence to finally say what she’s been thinking for the past few months. “I love you” was all she said.

Your heart skipped a beat, your breath almost cut short. “I love you too, Ellie”.

Silence followed as the both of you drift off to sleep, intertwined with each other.

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After All

Sir Pentious x (fem) Reader

Word Count: 1K

I’ll make a better one later

I love him

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Sir Pentious. The one sinner who you actually enjoyed being around. The one who didn’t quite get every joke you said but laughed anyways. He was so kind and yet somehow wound up here in Hell.

The thought of him was imprinted in your mind. He was your best friend. He trusted you to help him with his inventions and babysitting the egg bois. Your feelings were slowly growing for him.

During the worst time. He would not stop talking about Cherri Bomb. Ever since she came by to hang out with Angel Dust he wouldn’t stop ranting to you about her.

You didn’t mind listening and giving advice. Being a good friend through and through.

But a part of you broke the moment her name slipped out of his mouth. Wishing it was your name he was rambling on about. It wasn’t and you had to accept that.

Shoving your pillow over your face as you groaned into it to muffle your frustration. It was too late at night to really scream. Even if it was day time you’d hold it in. You didn’t want him to think you were some psycho jealous bitch.

Jealous yes psycho no.

Sleep finally pulled you in after a few hours of staring at the ceiling in thought.

Eyes closing and the dreams of it being you and not Cherri Bomb taking over.

—

“Sssso do you think this looks good?” Pentious asked as he held up a new suit he bought. It looked the exact same as his other one. You let out a laugh and looked at him. He titled his head and eyes you curiously. “Whatsss wrong with it?” He looked at the suit puzzled. Something must be off about it if you were laughing.

“Nothing nothing it’s just that, you own that suit already. Why did you buy the exact same one?” You questioned walking over to him.

“It’sss not the sssame.” He huffed and pointed at one of the yellow stripes. “The ssstripesss are different ssshades of yellow ssseee.” He smiled holding the new suit next to the one he had on. The stripes were a few shades darker on the newer one. “I suppose you’re right but still.” A smile displayed on your face and quickly he smiled back. Realizing you weren’t being rude just teasing.

“I think Cherri Bomb will like it.” He closed his eyes, holding his head high. You rolled your eyes at the mention of her. Of course this wasn’t just a new outfit, it was a way to impress the girl of his dreams.

“Yeah I'm sure she will love it.” Despite the gut wrenching feeling in your stomach you gave a smile and words of encouragement. Resulting in him thanking you and stating you were his best friend.

Best friend.

Of course.

That's all you’d ever be.

He hugged you, his arms wrapping around you. For a moment you closed your eyes and let the moment sit. Knowing one day it wouldn't be you he would hug. It would be her.

He wouldn't need you once he got with Cherri Bomb. You’d be casted aside for the better girl.

Though a part of you knew Pentious would never do that. He cherished you and you two had been friends for a good while. He never left you even when you made him mad. He didn’t throw you out of the blimp when you had broken one of the levers.

He would get mad or sad and then calm down. Apologizing and saying you were his best friend. His only friend in all of Hell. Besides his egg bois you supposed.

And now besides Cherri Bomb.

She didn’t even speak to him when he tried so hard to get her attention.

She would brush him off and go to Angel Dust.

You’d just watch from across the room as his happiness faded and he would slink off to the bar. Thank Lucifer Husk could keep a secret. He knew about your feelings for Pentious. He would never tell him what you said when you got drunk just as he would never tell you what Pentious said when he was drunk.

He let go of you after a few moments pulling you out of your fantasy world.

—

Today was the day you dreaded. Cherri Bomb was coming over to see Angel Dust. Though to Pentious it was the day he could try and flirt with her. He had his new suit on and was ready to impress. Though he was obviously nervous.

You gave him some words of encouragement.

“I’m sure she will love the new suit.” You patted his back. He turned his head to you and smiled. “Really.” He asked his flaps sticking up happily. You giggled slightly and nodded your head.

“Yes. Trust me. Any girl would like it.” You pushed him forward slightly. “Go get her!” You cheered as he slithered off. His confidence had skyrocketed thanks to you.

You stood there watching him go, the smile on your face fading slightly.

Angel Dust stood in the corner eyeing you down. Noticing how your shoulders hunched and you sighed.

—

“Misss Bomb.” Pentious smiled in front of Cherri Bomb. She turned to him with a curious look. “Yeah? Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend?” She tilted her head laughing at how he held up a flower. “Girl friend?” Pentious asked, confused as he held the pathetic flower up.

“Yeah Angie told me all about how you and {Y/N} are always together. I just assumed.” She shrugged, not noticing the look on his face.

He stared at Miss Bomb. Did Angel Dust really think he was with you? In fact did the whole hotel think that? What if Husk told his secret.. He knew he shouldn’t have blabbed off when he was drunk.

What if you knew? What if thats why you had been acting so weird around him. So off putted and disinterested about certain things.

What if she knew this crush on Cherri was a distraction.. He started to sweat. Freaking out as Cherri Bomb stared at him. Angel Dust walked over.

“Is he.. Okay?” He asked Cherri Bomb as Sir Pentious looked at him.

“Don’t think so.” Cherri Bomb looked at Angel Dust concerned.

“Don’t tell me you know my sssssecret!” Pentious stared at Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb.

“What secret?” Cherri asked.

“The one where you like Cherri?” Angel laughed and Sir Pentious grabbed his flaps and covered his red face.

“Not that, the one where I like {Y/N}!” Pentious shouted out.

“Oh yeah half the hotel knows.” Angel teased.

—

“Are you even sssure this is a good idea? Ssshesss my besst friend..what if sshe doesn’t like me.” Pentious gulped as Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb instructed him on what to say to you. “It’ll be fine. Stop being a pussy.” Angel Dust shoved him to your room door. He and Cherri Bomb slid behind the corner.

Pentious took a breath and knocked on your door. A few moments later you came and opened it. Looking at him curiously. “Oh.. Hey Pentious.. How did it go?” You asked opening the door further to allow him to come inside. He smiled nervously and slid into your room. “It went.. Ugh well..” He took his hat off and fiddled with it nervously. You closed the door and turned to him.

“Umm well.. {Y/N} there's something I wanna tell you…” Pentious looked up at you, his face red. Surely everything went fine. Pentious was the sweetest sinner you knew. No way Cherri rejected him.

“Yeah what is it.. Did she.. Not like the suit?” You stepped closer to him. He shook his head. “No no it’s not that.. It’s not about her.” He looked to the side as you waited for him to explain.

“It’ss jussst that.. I umm. Well.. I don’t know how to say this but…” He dropped his hat and wrapped his arms around you. Dipping you down as he held onto you.

“Pentious..?” Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Unsure if this was a dream or not.

“Are you okay..?” You questioned again after he didn’t reply. “I’m more than okay.” His face turned red and he leaned down. Kissing you softly.

Your heart thudded in your chest and your face turned red. Closing your eyes and kissing back quickly. Once he felt your lips move against his, his flaps shot up instantly. He pulled you back up and they fell back down once you both pulled away.

“Pentious what about… Cherri..?”

He shook his head. “I love you. I ssshould of never tried to hide that fact.” his eyes watered up and he hugged you.

“Oh Pentious.. I love you too.” You hugged back. He smiled wide and pulled you even closer.

Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb peeked over the corner as you and Pentious came out of the room. Smiles and blushed on both your faces.

“Glad he found his happy ending.” Cherri smiled.

“Me too, maybe he’ll shut up now.” Angel snickered and they both walked off.

#sir pentious #sir pentious x reader #sir pentious hazbin hotel #sir pentious fanfic #sir pentious love #I over used the s #jealous reader #i wrote this half asleep

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loveforsatoru · 3 months

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Our Blue Spring- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Chapter 6: Christmas Eve Party)

He thanks the old woman over and over before running out of the cafe, sprinting down the street. She waves him goodbye, knowing how this is going to go because she’s been in a similar situation. Love can always prevail if it never died down in the first place.

Satoru’s brain is swirling, it almost doesn’t feel real. He rushes back to his apartment to get himself ready, swinging the door open and immediately going into the bathroom to take a shower.

The next couple hours were spent by Satoru making sure he looks his best. Almost an hour shower, blow drying his hair, brushing his teeth, scavenging his closet for something to wear and digging out old boxes to look for fancy accessories.

He checks himself in the mirror one last time, fixing the collar of his shirt. He clutches the locket you gave him the day you left, almost wishing on every shooting star that this will go well.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. He walks over and opens it. Behind it was Megumi. Satoru opens the door wider and motions for him to come in.

“What's up, kid?”

“Nothing. I was just on my way back from a movie with Yuji. He still feels bad about the camera, you know.”

Right, the camera.

“Tell him not to worry about it. It broke anyway.”

“Broke? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it slipped off my desk.”

“Sorry.. I knew how much it meant to you.”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ll be okay.” Satoru spoke with glossed eyes behind his glasses, he doesn’t want to think about the camera right now.

“I actually came by to give you something.” He then proceeded to pull something out of his bag. It was a framed picture of the 3 of you the day you went to the zoo when Megumi was 10.

Satoru takes the picture frame in his hands and scans it. He was holding Megumi up on his shoulders and you had your arms around his waist with a smile that could light up an entire city. It looked like you guys were a real family.

“Why are you giving me this? I appreciate it, but don’t you want to keep it?”

“You probably need it more than I do.”

A smile made its way onto Satoru’s face, fighting the urge to give the boy a hug.

“Do you think y/n will ever come back?” He suddenly asked, a hint of desperation in his voice, like he was itching for Satoru to say yes. It was obvious what he came over for. He wanted his hope to be reassured because unbeknownst to everyone around him, Megumi too had faith that you would return.

The question made Satoru’s eyes widen a bit. He had never outright asked about you.

“She’s back in town.. I’m actually on my way to see her right now.”

A glint of happiness sparked in his eyes. He would never tell anyone about how much he missed being around you, but Satoru knew.

“Did you guys get back together?”

“No.. not yet. She doesn’t know that I’m aware of her coming back. I only found out a couple hours ago. I’m assuming she didn’t want me finding out in the first place. It just happened to be a coincidence that I walked into the same cafe she did, the owner told me she was in town and we were both invited to the same party tonight.”

But was it really a coincidence? Satoru wasn’t the type to believe in fate or the stars aligning, but this seemed too surreal to just be a coincidence.

“Don’t you screw this up. Get her back and keep her here.”

Having said that, he began to walk away, but Satoru didn’t let him get far, stunning him with his response.

“You miss her, right? It’s okay to admit. I promise I’ll make things right with her and if I don’t, kill me. I’m sure she misses you just as much.”

Satoru is certain of his statement. There’s no way you don’t miss him. You both clicked instantly and formed a special bond, one Megumi never had before or after you. Making sure he was safe, had food in front of him, a place to stay whenever he needed, and most importantly, someone to confide in.

Megumi simply nodded, but Satoru swears a tear rolled down his cheek before he continued making his way out.

Checking his watch, Satoru decided it was time to go to Utahime’s. He’s already late.

He sets the picture frame on the kitchen counter, grabs his things and walks out. The streets are extra crowded tonight. The area is illuminated by Christmas lights and decorations. Couples and families of 3, 4, 5, and 6 fill every corner. He hopes he can have that someday, but he only wants it if it’s with you.

Laughter and talking fills the air until he steps inside the train and it dies down. He takes an empty seat next to a little boy who looks no more than 6 years old. Is he really all alone? Where are his parents?

“Hi, mister!” The little boy fervently exclaims.

“Hey! What’s your name?” Satoru replies, giving the boy a fist bump.

“Jonah! What about you?”

He’s very hyper, seems like a nice kid. He reminds Satoru a lot of Yuji.

“My name's Gojo.”

“Cool!”

Satoru gives Jonah a small smile before turning his attention to his phone, looking down at it to check the time. It’s 8:45 pm. The party started at 7. Hopefully this train hurries up. He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without seeing you.

“That girl on your wallpaper is pretty. Is she your girlfriend or something?” Jonah asks, staring at Satoru’s wallpaper, trying to get a better look at the photo of you.

“Ahh, no. Unfortunately we broke up a couple years ago.”

“Why? Does she not like you anymore?”

“I don’t know. I guess something happened and she decided to break up with me.” Truth be told, Satoru can’t really give the boy a proper response. He himself doesn’t even have the answers as to why you broke up with him and it’s been eating at him for the last 7 years, but he plans on changing that.

“Well, if she’s not your girlfriend anymore, then why is she on your phone? Do you still like her?”

“Love her.”

“My mommy says love is a strong word.”

“It sure is.”

“So how do you know you love her? What does it feel like? I’ve never loved somebody before.”

His response makes Satoru chuckle, finding his curiosity adorable.

“Don’t worry, you’ll find someone. You’re still young. Love feels like a lot of things. You’re willing to do anything for that person, no matter what. Just the thought of them makes your insides feel warm and you get butterflies. You admire everything they do and they make you happy, happier than you’ve ever been. You’re both there for each other whenever you need it. They fill a hole in your life, like they were the missing piece and you’re not complete without them. That’s how I knew I was in love with her.”

The boy sat and listened, taking in everything Satoru was saying. He’s pretty smart for his age. Satoru had never met a kid this interested in the concept of love before.

“I get it. Did she feel the same way about you?”

“I’m pretty sure she did, yeah.”

“Do you think she still does?”

“I hope so. I would be very sad if she didn’t.”

“Hmmm… Why don’t you ask her?”

“That’s what I’m planning to do tonight.”

“Awesome! Are you going to save her from an evil dragon in a castle and then live happily ever after?”

Satoru had to hold back his laughter at the mental image Jonah had going on.

“Something like that.”

“I believe in you, mister Gojo! Go save your princess!”

“Alright, I will.” Satoru ruffled his hair and gave him a lollipop from his pocket.

He happily accepted, quickly unwrapping the candy.

“Thanks! Bye bye now! My mommy’s calling! I’ll see you later!”

Satoru watches as the boy exits the train with his mom, jumping up and down while waving before the train doors close, heading towards the next stop.

Shortly after, the train stops at its next location and Satoru gets off, walking to Utahime’s place. Kyoto is far less populated than Tokyo, making it easier to get around. It feels like a breath of fresh air.

Utahime doesn’t live far from the station, so he quickly found himself in front of her house. The music is blaring and could be heard from a block away.

He walks inside and is nearly shocked by the amount of people attending. She threw these parties every year, but never one this huge. If it weren’t for you, he would’ve walked out as fast as he came in.

He squeezes past people, attempting to find someone he knows amongst all the unfamiliar faces.

After being pushed, shoved and bumping into people, he finally finds Shoko, but she doesn’t look pleased to see him.

“Shoko!”

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“What do you mean? Utahime sent me the invitation!” He had to speak loudly over the music, so Shoko pulls him upstairs where it’s quieter.

“You have to leave. You can’t be here.” She spoke sternly, already planning to yell at Utahime for inviting him.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“It doesn’t matter, you just have to go.”

“No way! I came here to see y/n and I’m not leaving without talking to her.” Satoru stubbornly held his ground against Shoko’s insistence. He was firm on seeing you and nothing would stop him.

Shoko’s eyes widened and she nearly spit out her drink.

“How do you even know she’s here?!”

“I figured it out this morning. And how come you know about this? Does everyone know where she’s been besides me? Have you all been keeping this a secret from me for this long?”

“It’s not like that. I’m the only one who knows how she’s been doing, but she got into contact with Utahime not too long ago and she invited her at the last minute. She must’ve forgotten that she sent you an invite because I specifically told her you and y/n couldn’t be in the same place.”

Satoru shot her an exasperated look, scoffing at her response.

“Do you know how miserable I’ve been since she left? You watched me cry over her and you didn’t have the courage to do me a solid and at least give me her contact info? Nobody needs you sticking your nose in other people’s problems, especially mine. This entire ordeal is between me and y/n. You had no right to keep something this big from me for years.”

“You need to understand that y/n personally asked me to not bring her up to you. I couldn’t go against her wishes. It’s for your own good that you don’t find out.”

“I’m here now and I don’t intend on leaving without seeing her. You don’t get how desperate I’ve been, how long I’ve been waiting for this. I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste.”

With that, he quickly ran down the stairs, pushing past people, not caring who it might’ve been. There’s nobody else on his mind besides you. The only problem is, the place is huge and it’s completely packed.

He begins going around, asking if anyone had seen you. Everytime someone said no, a piece of him crumbled away.

He decides to take a break, going to get something to drink, where he sees Nanami.

“You look roughed up.” The younger, blonde male said, taking a sip out of his own drink.

“Yeah, shitty night so far.” Satoru grumbles, opening a bottle of water.

“Already? Didn’t you get here 30 minutes ago?”

“Yup.”

Nanami was surprised at Satoru’s odd behavior. Every time he saw him, he was always cheerful, talkative. Sure, he heard that he was going through something, but he didn’t know what and didn’t think it would affect his mood this much.

“What happened?”

“I’ve been trying to find y/n all night, but it’s no use. It’s impossible to find her and everybody I’ve asked hasn’t seen her either.”

“Y/n? She’s back?”

“Yeah, I heard it from the manager at a cafe I used to take her to. Shoko basically confirmed it too, the moment she told me I couldn’t be here and had to leave.”

“That must suck. You don’t seem like yourself.”

“I haven’t felt like myself for years.”

“Over a girl?”

“She’s not just a girl. She was everything I had and I lost her in the blink of an eye.”

Nanami nods, sympathizing with the man he would usually describe as arrogant, annoying, and egoistical, but this conversation alone is enough to prove him wrong.

Out in the distance, Nanami could make out a familiar face.

“Is that her?” He asks, pointing to you. You were standing in the living room, talking to a couple people.

Satoru turns his head around and immediately locks eyes with you.

You’re absolutely gorgeous, more than he remembered. Your hair is longer, your features matured, but you still hold the same warming aura.

He tosses his water bottle aside, and makes his way toward you, but the moment you see him, you begin running away.

“Y/n!” He calls out, practically stepping over people to get to you.

You keep running, not looking back, but you’re a fool to think you can outrun Satoru. He is the strongest sorcerer, afterall.

He grabs a hold of your wrist, spinning you around.

The both of you are speechless. You examine his features, how handsome he is and how different he looks. He’s taller, more muscular. His sunglasses are long gone, stuffed away in his pocket, giving you the chance to look into his cerulean eyes that you’ve missed so much, but they hold so much sadness. It makes your heart break knowing it’s all because of you.

Despite that, you’re adamant on keeping a distance between the two of you, emotionally and physically.

You slip from his grasp and dart outside, regretting it the moment cold air engulfs your body like a blanket.

“Stop running from me, please! It’s been so long! At least talk to me!” He calls out as he follows you outside.

Every step he takes towards you, you back away. This feels too much like the night you left.

“I can’t! You were never supposed to see me!”

“But I did! I found you again! Don’t you see it? It’s fate!”

“It’s not fate! Fate was never supposed to cross our paths again!”

“Don’t say that! You know you don’t believe it! Haven’t you thought about me at all since that day? Haven’t you thought about this?”

As much as you want to shout “no” and shut him out, you can’t because the two of you know you’d be lying.

“Don’t do this to yourself! Stop chasing after me! Stop hoping that we’ll be together again because we won’t!”

“Why? What we had was real! It was never over for me!”

“Satoru, I’m engaged! Why do you think I’ve been hiding from you?!”

He stops and he stares at you, his soul and his heart shattering before you could even finish your sentence.

It started to pour rain, but you’re both frozen in place. Satoru has a lump in his throat. If he tries to speak, sobs will be the only thing to come out.

“I’m so sorry.” You say, taking a couple steps towards him, close enough that you won’t have to shout, but far enough to keep a distance.

“Are you happy?” He croaks, unable to fight back the tears falling from his eyes.

You don’t reply to his question right away because you’re not. It was a marriage of convenience. Your fiance was by no means a bad man (at least that’s what you tell yourself), but you just weren’t happy. You’ve always felt that something was missing, and maybe it was Satoru. It was definitely Satoru. Every moment you spent with your fiance, you secretly wished it was Satoru. But you couldn’t find the strength to go back to him. You still had your motives and fears to hide away.

…

“No, I’m not.” You spoke with ache and affliction. Your heart longed for him in ways that you couldn’t describe.

“How long are you in town for?” He asked, unable to keep his eyes off of you. He doesn’t care about his spilling tears. You’re too beautiful to look away from even with your hair and clothes soaking wet.

“10 days.”

“I swear I’ll win you back before then. 10 days is all I need. I haven’t been able to go on with my life without you. I haven’t dated, haven’t slept with anyone else. I would rather spend the rest of my life alone than with someone who isn’t you. The only thing that got me by was the hope and small possibility that you’d be back. And now that you are, I won’t let you go again. I regret not fighting harder 7 years ago. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I promised myself and Megumi that I would get you back. I don’t plan on breaking that promise whatsoever. I’ll hop on a plane and move to the other side of the globe if I have to because you’re worth it. You’re worth everything in the world.”

He spoke through tears and an unsteady voice, but he meant every word and you know it.

You’re left speechless. All you can do is run into his arms and kiss him. Your fiancé, the life you built while you were away, and your motives for distancing yourself all leave your mind the instant your lips connect. He held you up as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair like they used to. Your tongues collided, molding perfectly together along with the rest of your bodies like a puzzle. You two are meant to complete each other. You’re each other's missing pieces.

It was a kiss that was filled with every emotion the two of you have felt since the breakup. A kiss that said more than words ever could. It was your way of telling him that you’ve missed and thought about him just as much.

#gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x y/n

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year

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motion sickness | i want you pt. 7

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pairings: older!natasha romanoff x young!fem reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can word out your love for each other properly.

warnings: heavy angst, thoughts of abortion (if this is a sensitive topic for you, you may not read this chapter), distant reader, fighting, slightly infuriated natasha (she’s lowkey an ass here), and so much more - MINORS DNI.

notes: i pray for your mental breakdown everyone so really good luck x

I woke up on the bathroom floor and noticed that the sun was shining through the window. However, it may not have been a beautiful morning for me since I had just learned last night that I was expecting Natasha's child. I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles and went downstairs when I noticed Maisy picking oranges from the tree. I looked around, but my father was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he went fishing with Natasha or went to the market to stock up on blueberries, which are one of his favorite late-night snacks. I sighed quietly to myself and went to the garden to find something to do, I wanted to stop thinking about this fetus inside of me. I had to, just for today.

"I made you eggs and toast," Maisy said as my thoughts about the baby faded. She smiled as she pointed to the small table. "I heard from Ms. Romanoff that you've been feeling ill, so she made me cook you some food before going to the market with your father."

I wasn’t hungry, especially when there was a child inside my stomach.

"Oh," my body deflated, and all I could do was nibble on my lower lip. “I think I’ll just eat later, it’s still pretty early anyway.”

“Do you want me to take care of you for today, Y/n?”

“That wouldn’t be necessary, but thanks for the offer Maisy.”

I returned to the house and entered my room, locking the door in case Natasha dropped by to see how I was doing. She makes me feel sick inside, so I don't want to look at her or even think about her right now. Was this baby going to make me hate her? I feel like I'm losing myself with each hour that passes. I couldn't help but experience this kind of love that felt so foreign to me—I don't even believe I should feel this way—when I looked down at my stomach. I could feel my eyes brimming with tears, what have I done to myself? I wondered crudely. I should’ve been more responsible, I shouldn’t have been so careless.

But the baby’s here now, and there was nothing I could do about it.

A couple of hours later, I was researching having an abortion alone in my room. Since abortion was legal in Italy, I wrote a few phone numbers down to contact a hospital about whether I decided to keep this baby or not. I could feel my stomach growling, and I knew I had to eat.

So I went downstairs to get some food and I saw Natasha sitting by the couch. She looked at me with those twinkling green eyes, as if excited to see me, and brought me a warm hug. I didn’t need this kind of affection from her, especially when she doesn’t have an idea that I’m carrying her child. And the more that she hugged me, the more I felt guilty inside. I softly pushed her chest away and gave her a tight lip grin.

Cupping my cheeks, she whispered: “You doing okay? Maisy told me you didn’t come to eat your food, I had to give it to Antonio instead since you hate cold food.”

I muttered, "Oh yeah," and peered at my feet. “I’m not that hungry, anyway.” Forget about the famished sensation I had; I needed to leave myself. I didn’t want to be touched by her or even kissed by her, I needed to be away from her. Natasha looks into my eyes with a worried expression and gently strokes the side of my hair, tucking some strands behind my ear. Though, I took a step back away from her and grabbed my hat from the chair; she looked stunned by my action.

“W-Where are you going?” she stuttered. “It’s only noon, I don’t think you should be going out by now.”

“I have to go to MJ,” although that wasn’t technically a lie, I still needed to get away from her. I didn’t want her to touch me or even love me in that kind of way, it still makes me feel sick – as if I wanted to vomit. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Baby,” she whispers under her breath in case anyone heard her call me by that pet's name. She palmed my upper arm with affection and sighed. “Stay here with me, we can go by the lake and I’ll watch you read. Or we could get ice cream and–”

“I’m really not in the mood, Natasha.”

She had a hurt look on her face, and I despised the way I was acting in her presence. I wouldn't feel as bad if she only knew what was happening. But I need to get this child out of me before she finds out because I'll ruin everyone's lives, including mine. I knew I was being selfish because I didn't want our relationship to become complicated. So I smiled at her for one last time before leaving the house and riding my bicycle. She stood by the doorframe and gave me a puzzled, worried-looking look, somehow hoping that I’d change my mind.

“Y/n, please just stay with me.”

“I really have to go, Nat.”

“But–”

I drove my bike away and let out a tear from my eye. I knew that I was hurting her, but I can’t let her know about the situation I was in. I need to get away from her, she mustn't know about this child inside of me. She’ll hurt, she wouldn’t want to do anything with me. She won’t need this baby with me, she’ll leave me if she finds out.

I arrived at MJ’s house and went inside by her maid, greeting her parents with a weary smile on her face. MJ was sitting on the couch, playing a video game with a controller in her hand. “I never thought you’d visit me,” she chuckled, turning her shoulder as she gave me a smile – a way to say hello to me. “Come sit, but we won’t be drinking since I’m taking a little break from it.”

I chewed the left inside of my cheek and played with the edge of my shirt, giving her the look of help. She got the clue and stood up, turning off the TV.

“Can we go upstairs, please?" I inquired while glancing left and right as if I were hiding something—which is almost true. MJ nodded and led me to her room, closing the door behind her as I sat at the foot of her bed, my knees raised. She took one cigarette and lit it for herself, smoking through the window with a worried expression on her face. I didn’t need any of that right now, not when I feel so guilty to the point I’m planning a getaway party.

“You look like shit,” she said with furrowed eyebrows. “Did something happen at home? Did Bucky bother you again–”

“I’m pregnant.”

After that, there wasn't much silence, and she appeared much more worried than she had earlier.

“With Bucky’s baby?”

Of course, she would think that. She doesn't know about my illicit relationship with my father's best friend, so I was prepared to say something; MJ was good at keeping secrets, especially in situations like this. But that was just me musing over a hypothetical idea.

I shook my head, my lips trembling with fear. “No,” I whispered under my breath as I looked her in the eye with brimming tears. “I-It’s not his.”

“Then who fucked you?” she asked, her voice much louder this time.

“If I tell you, you would find me disgusting.”

“Unless you’re secretly seeing a guy without telling us, there’s nothing disgusting about that.”

I sighed, preparing myself for the worst.

“It’s Natasha’s kid.”

“I-I’m sorry,” she lets out a breathy chuckle and drags the cigarette away from her mouth. “That wouldn’t be right, isn’t she your–”

“Godmother, yeah she’s technically my godmother.”

MJ shakes her head, throwing her hands in the air. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n? She could’ve taken advantage of you!”

“But I willingly gave my love to her!”

“Wait, love?” she throws her cigarette out of her window and sits down beside me. “Are you telling me that you’re both in love with each other?”

In any case, nothing about our relationship was hidden. Someone will eventually know or figure it all out. Our tension was palpable, especially in the way we touched - even if it was a simple gesture. I gave her one last look before nodding silently and looking up at the sky. I could hear her distress, but I felt her arms wrapped around mine. I suddenly felt safe. As I previously stated, I always felt safe in her presence.

“Does she know about the baby?”

I shook my head, muffling a sob before I felt her lips brush against my hair. Nothing about this makes me happy. In fact, it makes me feel even more guilty as I tell her more unfolding stories about which she was previously unaware. I buried my face into her neck, my hands gripping her shirt tightly. I was a coward, as I always have been and will continue to be.

“What do you want to do now?” she asked quietly as she stroked my cheek, wiping my tears away with her thumb. “Tell me so that there’s something I could do.”

“I-I just want this baby out of me,” I whimpered. “I-I don’t want it in my life, I can’t have this child right now. Dad will be fucking angry if he finds out that I’m in love with his friend. I just need this out–please, help me… I don’t know what to do! H-He’ll hurt Natasha if he knows about this, including myself. I-I won’t get to see both of my parents if he knew–”

“Calm down Y/n, take a deep breath,” she cups both of my cheeks as we breathed together, helping me ease myself. It did work for a bit. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here, you don’t have to be scared.”

You don’t have to be scared, little Y/n. You’re still a child.

“I’m scared, I’m so scared…”

“I know a friend who can help us both,” she mentioned quietly as she continued to kiss my forehead in the most platonic way. “Her name is Wanda, and she can help you with this. We’ll figure this out, okay? Natasha doesn’t even have to know about this, I promise.”

I cried into her arms, holding her as if she was my life support. I don’t know whether I should feel ecstatic or scared about this, but I knew that I was safe in her hands. As I mourned, I felt like safety was brought to me like a gift. She doesn’t have to know, I chanted in my head. She doesn’t have to know, she doesn’t have to know, she doesn’t have to know.

We sat there for nearly an hour, and I told her about our relationship. She was angry at Natasha for falling in love with me because our age difference was so large. But as I explained everything to her, MJ's rage began to fade. "Are you really in love with her?" she asked. “Isn't this some kind of adolescent crush for you?"

After giving her some thought, I saw that it was not even about teenage love. I adored every aspect of her, and I would sacrifice my life for her. It appears as though I am preoccupied with the concept of love and am unaware of its true significance. But I understand what love means when it comes to Natasha.

“I’ve never felt so perfect in my life when she’s near me,” I told her. “She’s my safety net. She’s my hunger and my thirst, I need to be with her every single moment of my life. And if I tell her about this baby, she won’t love me anymore.”

“But maybe if you do tell her, she won’t be upset?”

“She would fucking leave me if she finds out–”

“What if she wants this baby with you?” MJ asked. “What if she’s been wanting this to happen? Don’t you think it’s a little selfish to be keeping this away from her?”

“She doesn’t have a choice here, I’m the one who’s carrying her child. Whether she likes it or not, I’m removing this baby out of me.”

“I understand,” she whispered as she continued to rub my back, calming my nerves down. “We’ll figure something out, I promise.”

I returned home at night, and everyone was asleep as I had anticipated. When I entered my room, Natasha was curled up on my bed, tightly encircling my pillow. Since I didn't feel too comfortable having her around, I wanted to ask her to leave, but all I could do was sit and admire her lovely face. I find it hard to accept that I'm silently harming her and that everything was my fault. I wouldn't be such a scared little girl if I had been more cautious. Instead, I was. I was afraid of losing her, and I was selfish enough not to tell her. I kissed her forehead as I leaned down, earning a groggy moan from her.

“You’re here,” she whispered, fluttering her eyes open to look at me. “You’ve been gone all day, w-what happened? Are you okay–”

“I’m okay,” I whispered back, obviously lying to her face. Natasha smiled tiredly at me and pulled me into bed, her arm encircling my waist as I felt her kissing the back of my head. “Nat, we shouldn’t–”

“I know you’re not okay.”

I nodded, licking my bottom lip with terror.

“Y-Yeah, I haven’t been.”

“Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

No, it was never your fault in the first place.

I silently shook my head, trying to let the dread wash over me, but it didn't seem to work. She tilts her head up a little and looks down at me; a light bulb-like sadness flashed across her face. I gently squeezed her hand as it touched my waist. Although I know she did her best to assist me, I was so overcome with guilt that I was having trouble breathing.

“Baby, please answer me…”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, Natasha.”

“Then why are you calling out my name like that if I haven’t done something wrong?”

Because I’m having your baby and I don’t want it.

“I’m just tired, okay?" I looked away from her and clenched my heart with sadness as I fixed my gaze on the wall. She only sighs and stands up from the bed, removing her arms from around me. When I turned around, she was standing by the door, walking out without saying anything. I immediately realized that I had screwed up. I messed everything up. Sooner or later, she’ll leave and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Especially if she finds out about this kid I’m not going to have.

The same issue persisted a few days later. I continued to keep my distance from her, and as a result, I was at MJ's house hanging out with her until Natasha left for the day. Today, however, is different because MJ wasn't home and I was still upset with Bucky, so I couldn't go see him. I considered going to see Felicia, but it seemed like she was also away. I felt genuine loneliness, and I knew I was causing it by refusing to ask my father for assistance, as a good girl should.

I sat by the garden bench, reading my book until I didn’t notice that Natasha came back with a furious look on her face. I took off my sunglasses and looked at her – I knew she couldn’t take this anymore.

“You’ve been ignoring me lately and I hate it,” she stated breathlessly as if she ran a mile. “I hate whatever you’re doing to me, Y/n. You’re hurting me.”

I felt my lips trembling and tried to turn my gaze away from her, but it didn't work. I've never seen her so enraged, and it truly hurts me on the inside. I needed to tell her, but nothing came out of my mouth. It's like a circus, I keep making her go round and round until she tires - and she appears to be tired of me.

“I-I’m sorry–”

"You can't keep doing this to me!" she screams as she rubs the back of her neck. Clearly, I could tell she was in pain. I stood up and tried to walk away from her, but she was following from behind. “Talk to me, Y/n! What’s going on? Turn around and look at me!”

“If I do that, I will hurt you.”

“Can’t you see what you’re doing to me? You’re making me fucking crazy here,” I felt her hand grab my wrist as she turned me around, her nose flaring with despair and a mix of anger. I looked down at my feet, but I was forced to look at her with a tight grip on my wrist. “Ever since you had your period, you were becoming distant. Is this how you show me that you no longer love me anymore?”

“I think it’s better if we talk this far away from here, Nat–”

“They’re gone, it’s just the two of us here,” we both stared right at each other, and I felt my heart beating fast. I wanted to touch her face and tell her it was all my fault, but I was so scared to do so. I looked away from her eyes but felt her hand on my cheek as she turned my gaze back to her. I watched her eyes turn darker green, and her breathing was starting to tremble just as much as mine.

“You have to tell me what’s going on or I won’t talk to you for a while.”

“Good, maybe we should keep it that way then.” I tried to walk away, but her hand tightened on my wrist, and I winced in pain. “Let me go!”

“No, not until you fucking tell me what I have done so I can solve this.”

“There’s nothing to solve here!” I tried my hardest to break free of her, but I was too frail. I didn't want to hurt the baby I was carrying, so I remained where I was. "If you want to break up with me, that's fine," I whimpered. “But just let me go.”

“Just like that, huh? You want to break up with me like that? We aren’t kids anymore, Y/n. We’re fucking adults.”

I firmly bit my lower lip, almost as if I were drawing blood on it, and remarked, "Except that maybe I'm the kid here.” she looks at me with bewildered eyes, and I looked away from them. “Please, just let me go.”

She shakes her head as she tries to cup my face, but I slap her hands away. “You’re hurting me!”

“I can’t tell you, it’ll ruin everything…”

She cries out, "Just talk to me; I need to know if you're okay so that I can go to sleep.”

“Natasha, just stay away–”

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/n! I’ll stay until you’ve hurt me enough, I won’t walk away like you are doing right now. So fucking tell me and I’ll–”

“I’m pregnant with your fucking child!”

I’d never felt so much silence in my life until this happened. I covered my mouth as I felt my hand shaking in fear, and she looked at me with those wide eyes that I’d never seen before. I don’t know whether she was angry or not, but I couldn’t bear any of it. I was the evil person here, I let this happen between us. And I was prepared for the outcome of this situation, but her looking at me like that was something that I wasn’t prepared for.

“I’m having your kid,” I murmured, wiping the tears in my eyes with the back of my hand. “A-And I don’t know how to solve this.”

Therefore, hurt me with your venomous words right away so that I bleed to death. You and I both understand that I earned every last bit of it by keeping it hidden from you, but I was at my breaking point with this pain between us. I knew that you had to know, and for that, I felt selfless for once.

Natasha gazed at my stomach, then back to me. I don’t know whether she was thrilled by this or not, since I couldn’t tell from her face, but I knew I had to break up with her at this moment. Before I could utter a word, I hear her whisper: “You’re pregnant?”

I nodded, my mouth trembling with agony. “I am, and it’s your baby.”

“I-I thought we used protection–”

“We didn’t.”

She looked away from me for a full minute as she used her thumb and index finger to rub her forehead. She turned around with a loud sigh coming out of her mouth and asked, “Were you on contraceptives?”

I shook my head in defeat.

“No, I wasn’t. And I’m sorry that–”

“It’s not your fault,” she walks towards me and touches my stomach with her hand feverishly, her eyes fluttering close. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“B-But–”

I was shocked when she kneeled on the ground with her hands holding on the back of my lower waist, bringing her lips closer to my covered stomach. She softly kisses it and looks up at me with those blissful eyes that I’ve seen before. I closed my mouth tight and let her kiss my stomach until I stopped crying in pain.

"We're having a baby together," she whispered with joy as she brought herself up and kissed my dry lips, pulling me closer to her body. Since I hadn't anticipated this response from her, my throat tightened, and for once it felt good. “We’re having a child together, sweetheart.”

“You need to listen to me, Tash,” I brought our faces together and kissed her lips for one last time before I could even say it – because I knew it would crush her. “Listen to me, okay?”

“Is it because your father will find out?” she asked, shaking her head. “Kotenok, he doesn’t have to know about this.”

“It’s not even about that.”

Who could’ve thought that the bliss will be over once I will tell her my real plan for this child in me? Not even god himself could answer that.

“Tasha, I’m aborting this baby.”

She removes her hands away from my body as she looks at me in the eyes sorrowfully. I didn’t know how else to tell her the news, but I knew that I was going to hurt her with this information and I’d prepared myself for the worse. She takes a step back and shakes her head, as if not believing what I’ve said.

“First, you tell me that we’re having this baby together, and now you’re telling me you want to get rid of it?”

“The word rid sounds dirty, Natasha.”

“Because it is!” she exclaims quietly and looks around. I could feel myself crying again, I hated seeing this version of her. “Y-You didn’t even consult me at first! Do you not want this child together?”

It's not that I've ever wanted to have kids with her. I knew I wasn't prepared for this kind of position at this point in my life, despite the fact that it sounded like heaven to me. I took a deep breath in and licked my lips before slowly nodding.

She chuckled with pure anger.

“You’re so selfish.”

“Natasha.”

“You’re so fucking selfish right now, you know that right?” she scoffs and puts one hand on her waist. “You didn’t fucking talk about this with me, what gives you the right to take away our baby?!”

“Because it’s my body, Natasha!" I shouted as I moved closer to her until our noses were in contact. "I have school and a future, and I need to do them first before I have this child," I exclaimed. “I know it hurts, believe me, it hurts for me too, but I can’t…”

“You can’t what?” she sounded too frail and worn out, and I couldn't help but cry.

You’re just scared.

“I can’t ruin my future plans.”

I fell to my knees as I watched Natasha walk away from me. How could something so exquisite and lovely be thrown away because of me? Although I was aware that I was being selfish, I also understood that, despite my best efforts, I was unable to care for our infant. I get a sharp pain in my chest that gets worse as she walks away. Even though I desperately wanted her to turn around and assure me that everything would be alright, I knew it wouldn't.

Does my story end here now?

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