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chrisevansonly · 9 months

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯social media au

✯lando norris x female reader

✯guess who just got promoted?

✯ i wanted to do a little post today, my energy to write and create is so fucking low today, but thank you to the sweet anon that requested this!! we love some dad!lando <3

ynnorris

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so who’s going to tell lando we need a bigger car? baby norris coming this fall🩷🩷

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username OH MY FUCKING GOD

username baby lando😭

mclaren congratulations you two!! future little mclaren driver🧡🧡

>ynnorris save them a seat🫶🏻

carlossainz55 I COULD CRY🥹

>carlossainz55 so happy for you two!

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landonorris nah i think we can all fit in the mclaren😁

landonorris i love you so much, can’t wait to be a parent with you❤️

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yeah, life’s pretty fucking great these days

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username i love this little family 🥹

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ynnorris my loves, can’t wait for little norris to get here🩷

>landonorris i love you both♥️

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just a little sappy appreciation post for my favourite man in the world. I hope our little one grows up to be just like you and that they’ll have a heart as big as yours. there is never day that goes by where you don’t make me laugh, smile and feel so utterly loved i get dizzy. you’re going to be such an amazing father and you’re already an amazing husband.

i love you so so much lando, always and forever🩷🩷

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mclaren we’re running out of tissues😭

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danielricciardo lando is leaving our golf game as we speak, he is crying

>carlossainz55 i’ve never seen him run so fast

landonorris god i love you

landonorris i’m coming home mama

landonorris gonna give you the biggest kiss

>ynnorris you’re so cute baby😭🩷

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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 3 months

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Just you and me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut!!, fluff, a little bit of everything

Background: You, Carlos and Charles are at a Ferrari event. You came with your longtime best friend Carlos, and Charles brought with him the girl he's currently seeing, even though he's not really interested in anyone else but you. You and Charles have liked each other ever since you met, but you've never gotten into anything serious. You were always seeing other people on the side and that was fine for both of you until you realized that you fell for him.

Y/n's pov

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Carlos asks kneeling down in front of me. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks again noticing another tear roll down my face.

I honestly don't want to talk to him right now. I don't wanna talk to anybody. I feel pathetic because I'm letting myself feel this way again over a guy. It's humiliating. But it's not Charles' fault. It's no one's fault but mine. I should be in control of my own feelings but here I am yet again letting my mood depend on others. It seems that the more you resist certain things, the more they hurt.

"Look at me." Carlos says lifting up my chin making me look at him but I quickly look away.

"I'd really appreciate if you could leave me be with myself right now."

"I will if you tell me who made you cry?" He takes off his blazer and wraps it around me.

"I made myself cry." I sob putting my palms over my face. I can't wait to look myself in the mirror and see black mascara all over my face. Luckily the amount of alcohol in my system tells me to not give a shit about it.

"Why you two do this to each other, I'll never understand." He sighs.

"He went home with her?" I dare to ask even though I'm not sure if I want to hear the answer.

"She wasn't feeling well so he took her home, but-"

"There you are, fuck I'm looking-"

Charles. He took her home, but he'll be back. Feeling of relief and feeling of anger are fighting inside of me when I see him.

Without saying a word, Carlos stands up and leaves us alone on the terrace. I immediately stand up and head after Carlos not wanting to look at Charles, but before I can leave he tightly grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

"Let go." I say through my teeth.

"No." He says coldly not breaking the eye contact. "What's wrong? Are you crying because I left with her?"

I laugh at his question. How dares he? "Crying because of you? You're not worthy of that, Charles." I obviously lie yanking my wrist out of his grip.

"See I don't think you're telling the truth." He takes a step closer to me leaving a small gap between us. "I know that just the thought of me being close to her or touching her.." Oh my God my heart literally aches picturing them in my head.

"Stop.." I whisper quietly squinting my eyes desperately wanting to erase it from my mind.

"It makes your blood boil." He says looking down at me. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."

"What?"

"C'mon," He takes a strand of my hair and puts it behind my ear. "We both know we can't stop thinking about each other. Whose blazer is on you?"

"It's Carlos'." Right as the words leave my mouth, he takes it off of me making it fall to the ground and the cold breeze hits my skin.

"Come with me." He takes my hand again, but I stop him.

"No, Charles, I don't wanna go with you." I lie, but he ignores me. "I'll scream, I swear-"

"Go ahead, scream. The press is just waiting for some interesting shit to happen. I'm sure you'll make the headlines tomorrow morning." He cuts me off and I have nothing to say back at him.

I follow him out of the terrace through the long corridor to the elevator. The elevator takes us up to the top floor of the hotel. We get out and Charles pulls a card out of his pocket unlocking the door of the hotel suite.

As we step inside, Charles takes off his blazer throwing it onto the bed and I go straight to the huge glass wall that has an exit to the balcony. The only light in the room was the one that came from the outside and I didn't mind. I cross my arms looking at the city lights outside not knowing what to do nor how to act. I'm so tired, emotionally tired. I don't have the energy to argue, to scream, I don't even have the energy to fight back or try to prove my point over anything anymore. I am tired of feeling this way.

I feel his arms on my waist as he appears behind me. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder and then on my neck making me close my eyes and lean my head on the opposite side so that now he has a full access to it.

I let out a small whimper as his left hand travels from my waist to the front side of my neck gently gripping it his rings leaving cold traces on my skin.

"Fuck, y/n.." He breathes out. "I want you so bad, you don't even realize." As he says that he presses himself against me and I can feel how hard he already is.

He spins me around and crashes his lips on mine and in that moment I completely give in. I forget what I was mad at him about. I decide not to overthink this, I just want to surrender to this moment and honestly I don't want it to ever end. Even if I wanted to resist this I couldn't. I want him more than anything and I want him to make me his even though in my mind I've been his from the first day we met.

He deepens our kiss as his tongue swipes lightly over mine. His hand finds its way over my thigh to my panties passing with his fingers over the thin damp fabric. He pulls them to the side with his two fingers and slowly starts rubbing my clit in circles as I lean my head in the crook of his neck.

"You're dripping, fuck..Look at me." He whispers and lifts up my chin with his other hand making me look him in the eyes. "You're so wet for me baby. Tell me, tell me what do you want me to do?"

"Charles..." I don't feel confident enough to say profanities back to him, but hearing him talking that way was music to my ears.

"Tell me what you want baby. I want to hear you. Do you want me to finger you?" He asks and I nod digging my nails into his skin.

"Finger me, please." my mouth fall open unable to say anything as his fingers hastily start going in and out of me.

"I really wanted to be gentle with you tonight, but you're making it too difficult for me." I moan at his words and at the loss of touch as he pulls his fingers out of me just to push them back inside. "Open your mouth." I obediently do as he orders and puts his fingers in my mouth. I suck on them paying special attention to his middle finger without taking my eyes off of his.

"Fuck baby..Look what you're doing to me. I'm so hard for you it fucking hurts." He mutters under his breath stroking his cock through his pants that looked as if they were about to snap open under the pressure. We continue to kiss passionately ripping off the clothes from one another.

"Please baby don't make me beg." He throws his head backwards desperate for my touch.

I start kissing his neck and unbuttoning his pants at the same time. He cups my cheeks as I slowly start pulling his boxers down his legs. My knees hit the floor and I don't waste any time as I put him in my mouth. Charles' moans intensifies when I look him up in the eyes.

"Fuuuuck." The eye contact almost sends him over the edge. It drives him completely crazy. "Baby, I'm gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that." But I want him this way, crazy over me, craving my touch as much as I'm craving his. He pulls my hair into a ponytail and pushes me deeper on his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him making him moan in pleasure and he slowly pushes his cock all the way down my throat again enjoying the view.

"Fuck, I can't hold back anymore. I need to be inside of you. Come here." He breathlessly pulls me up by my elbows and presses me against the glass wall. He lifts up my dress and my right leg with one hand and with the other he pulls my panties aside thrusting himself into me.

"Charles we're at the window. Somebody could see us."

"Good. Then everybody will finally know how much you're mine." I feel warmth in my stomach at his words. God, it feels so good to hear them. "Do you want this?" He asks. I nod whimpering, but the answer doesn't satisfy him. "I need to hear you."

"I want it, I want you." I manage to say.

"Are you close?"

"Yeah, I'm so close Charles" I squeal digging my nails into the skin on his back.

"Me too baby, where do you want it?"

"Inside, cum inside me. Fill me up." The words that I whisper into his ear alone are enough to make his eyes roll and release his cum deep inside me. My legs start to shake and he quickly catches me holding me tightly in his embrace and leaving kisses all over my face.

"From now on it's just you and me okay? No one else, just you and me. No more messing around. I only want you y/n. I always have."

"Just you and me."

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luvyeni · 3 months

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p. roommate!seungmin x fem bodied reader | warnings: | words: 0.5k ~ (581) 🐶ㆍ₊⊹

request: Roommate Seungmin who fucks you to stop you going out on a date 🤭

You turn in your dress; standing in the mirror — you looked hot and seungmin couldn’t agree more. “do you think this is the right dress?” you asked the boy who sat on the bed. “minnie, are you listening?”

Of course he was and of course you look really good; so good he wished it was for him. “of course you do.” He said, you smiled. “thank you.” he watched you bend over to find put your shoes on, your ass peaking from your dress; his cock twitching in his pajama pants. “what if it rains?”

You sighed; your roommate always acted like that when you had a date — coming up with different excuses to make you stay home; it’s gonna rain, he’s gonna be a jerk. “its not gonna to rain.” You said. “you don’t know that.”

“minnie it’s not.” You said, picking up two purses; he had to do something. “now which one.” He stood up, grabbing the purses. “none, you aren’t going.” He took the bags, throwing them. “minnie!” you were ready to yell. “what are you do– hmph!” you were cut off by him slamming his lips against yours.

You felt his hard on pressed against your stomach; he pulled away gripping at your waist. “what’s it gonna take for you to stay with me tonight?”

It didn’t take much for him — maybe you were secretly wanting him to do something; regardless he pushed you down on your bed, your dress self lifting above your waist, your black underwear on display; making him jealous. “you were dressing like this for him?” he slapped your thighs, you yelped. “fucking slut.”

He climbed on the bed, spreading your legs. “trying to show off what’s mine.” He growled , pulling your panties down. “such a wet cunt.” He took his fingers, running up your fold. “is this for me or for him?” he slapped your cunt. “fuck minnie!” you screamed. “answer me slut.”

“y-you.” You moaned, as he freed his thick cock from his pants; the length slapping against his stomach. “then why do you feel the need to slut yourself out for these dumb guys?” he questioned. “you like whoring yourself out, don’t you.” You dumbly nodded. “s-sorry.”

He groaned pushing his cock into your hole; hissing. “fuck! So tight.” He groaned, pulling out, slamming back in. “guess those idiot aren’t fucking you well enough.” You moaned as he in pounded into you. “of course no one will fuck you like could.”

“m-minnie please.” You clawed at his arms. “please what slut, use your words.” He said, his cock dragging along your walls. “i-im gonna cum.” You whined. “I don’t think I should let you.” He said. “I should -fuck- I should edge you until I see fit for making me wait that long.” You begged. “pl-please let me cum, please.” You sobbed out. “stop you fucking whining.” He grunted. “im gonna cum let you cum.”

You felt the knot in your stomach snap, screaming as you came; he fucked you through your orgasm. “fuck, im gonna cum, gonna cum inside you.” He groaned. “pl-please.” He fucked up into you, stilling his hips as he came with a hiss. “my god.”

He slowly pulled out you — just as you phone rang; fuck your date. “answer it.” He said. “w-what?” you stuttered. “I said answer it.” You moaned as you felt him re-enter your sensitive cunt.

“and I want you to tell him you aren’t coming, while you’re taking my cock.”

©️LUVYENI

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winkwonkwankwenk · 4 months

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Hello! If you're still accepting requests, I'd like to ask for one where Gojo or Toji (your choice) have a bad fight with their partner but they make up in the end (make it very very very angsty please with fluff or spice at the end🥺) thank you😙

Always accepting requests hehe. I'm in a Gojo mood rn, so let's torment our glorious blue-eyed king!!

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader

SFW/NSFW

“God, you’re so fucking dramatic.” You throw your purse down, kicking off your shoes.

“Are you serious? You were just grinding on another guy!” He grabs your wrist, yanking you back. “Don’t walk away from me!”

“What’s the point in staying if you’re just going to accuse me of cheating every five minutes?!” You squirm in his grip, glaring up at him.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t think you were cheating if you were home.”

He’s ridiculous. Ever since the two of you moved in together he had been controlling. He’d get upset if you wore anything tight, anything revealing. He’d throw a fit when you didn’t do your half of the chores and then stomp away. God forbid you leave without telling him, he’d have a meltdown and blow up your phone. If you didn’t answer then he’d assume you were out clubbing and sleeping around.

“Maybe I don’t want to be home with you!” You jerk your arm out of his hand and storm into your bedroom, slamming the door. You throw handfuls of clothes into your suitcase, hot tears streaming down your face to your chin.

“Y/N-” He doesn’t knock, why should he? It’s his room too. “-What are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“No, no, you aren’t going anywhere.” Gojo tries to pull the suitcase away but you yank it back, so he grabs a random shirt only for you to grab it too. “Let go, you’re staying!”

“Not with you!” You don’t even care about the shirt anymore, you let go and watch him stumble back. “I’m leaving!”

“To go where? Your other boyfriend’s house?” He follows you as you rush to put on your shoes at the front door, “Answer me! How many are there? Are they better than me-”

“You know what, maybe they are.” Your chest presses against his when you stand, your hands balled into tight fists. “Maybe I should find another boyfriend since you’re so insistent I have a secret one.”

“Don’t you dare even joke about that-”

“I’m not joking, Satoru.” You turn your back on him, the front door creaking open. “I’m done.”

SLAM!

His guilt hits him like a brick, stomach churning as he chews on his own words. Why did he say all of that? Idiot, he’s so fucking stupid. He scrambles to open the door, running down the hall of your apartment complex. He looks around every corner, eyes wide and full of worry. Your perfume lingers in the air, it’s sweet but his mouth is sour. A shaky sob leaves his lips when he realizes you’ve left.

You’re gone.

He tries calling you but it goes straight to voice-mail. He calls some of your friends but none of them tell you where you are, all of them advising him to leave you alone. He’s fucked up bad, the worst he ever has. He knew you had never and would never cheat on him but the thought alone made him anxious. You’re his, only his. If only other guys understood that. He knows he went too far but when he saw you dancing with that guy at the club, watching the guy eye you so hungrily- it made his blood boil.

He waits for you to come home, but you don’t. Two days pass and he hasn’t heard from you. Normally, the two of you text each other I love you at least once, even when you’re mad at each other. He’s sent it, spammed it along with novels begging for you to come home but no response. He started sleeping on the couch just in case you walked in, but you didn’t so he started staying awake in case you called.

You didn’t.

The apartment is too empty, too quiet without you. He’s left alone with his screaming thoughts, each one a sharp stab into his heart. Why haven’t you come home? Are things really over between the two of you? They can’t be. He can’t lose you, he loves you. Gojo loves you more than the summer, more than the bright sun in the sky that kisses his pale skin when he’s outside. He can’t eat, not when you aren’t across from him and laughing about a meme or message. He can’t sleep without hearing your soft snores beside him, holding you in his arms and using your shoulder as a pillow.

One night, he was so down he went to the nearest bar and got so drunk he couldn’t walk. He was a weeping mess, snot leaking from his runny nose as he wailed like a toddler. The staff used one of their phones to call you, and you answered since the number didn’t show up as Gojo’s. Part of you wanted to hang up and pretend you had never been called but you couldn’t. What if he got hurt trying to go home by himself? Why did he even drink that much knowing he was a lightweight? Letting out a weary sigh, you tell your friend that you have to go pick up Gojo. You had been staying at her place to clear your head. She rolls her eyes when you make excuses for him, mumbling about how the two of you should just make up in bed already. Your face warms at the thought but you brush it off, you’re still mad at him.

You didn’t stay mad long.

How could you when he stumbled over to you as fast as he could the moment you got out of your car. He buries his face into your chest, strong arms wrapping around you and refusing to let go. He’s crushing you in his embrace but you lean into it further, hiding your face in his soft hair. You gently rub his back in an attempt to calm him down but he only cries harder.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry~” He says in between sharp sobs, “Home. Home please.”

“Alright, breathe, okay?-”

“I can’t without you!” His hands curl into fists in your shirt, “Don’t go! Stay!”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You cup his face, staring into those beautiful blue eyes. “Let’s get you home.”

He clings to you the entire drive back to your apartment, insistent on holding at least one of your hands. He coats it in wet kisses, holding your hand against his face as if he’s freezing. You force your face to stay stoic, forcing yourself to remember all the things he said. He’s a jealous man, a possessive man, a man who showers you in affection every chance he has and spends every dollar he makes tending to you. He would always wake you up with a kiss even if the two of you had fought, something you missed while you were away.

“Satoru, I’m still mad at you.” You struggle to hold his gaze when he gives you those sad puppy eyes. “But…I’ll stay home. Tonight.”

“Only tonight?” His bottom lip quivers, his sniffles loud. “Stay forever.”

“So dramatic.” You sigh as you help him out of the car and into your apartment, grunting as his build weighs you down.

Your eyes widen when you see your apartment in disarray, gifts decorating every surface except the couch, which has pillows and a blanket you swore you threw away months ago. You try sitting him down but he hugs your legs, burying his face into your thighs. You don’t bother pushing his head away, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his touch.

“You need to lay down.”

“Don’t wanna.” He mumbles, nuzzling your hand when you reach down to pry his face away. “You’ll leave.”

“You said really shitty things-”

“I know, ‘m sorry.” He’s crying again and making that face, the one he knows makes you crumble. “I can’t help it, ‘m scared…”

“Scared of what?” You stumble down on the couch, leaving him kneeled in front of you.

“Someone taking you away.” He lays his head on your lap and whines when you play with his hair, “You’re so pretty…and guys don’t leave you alone…someone’s going to take you away and ‘m gonna be alone again.”

This is what he’s afraid of- being by himself? You sigh, rubbing the nape of his neck. He’s always been a clingy boyfriend and while it annoyed you at times, times like these made you adore it. Here he was, sweet slurred words slipping from his lips as he held onto you tightly. He was an open book, every insecurity laid bare in front of you as he rambled. He’d probably be mortified when he was sober over what he said- if he even remembered.

“Smell good,” He mumbles. He buries his nose between your thighs, “Want taste.”

“Satoru…” You shiver as he bashfully looks up at you, “You’re drunk. You should lay down until you feel better.”

“But I wanna make you feel better.” His tongue traces circles on your inner thighs, eliciting quiet gasps from you. “Y/N, please~”

“F-Fine- fuck~!” You yelp as he tugs your core closer by your hips, his face squished between your legs. “Gentle~!”

“Gentle…” He repeats as he pulls your shorts down, pushing your panties aside. God your scent- he’s already dizzy from the alcohol but now he can’t even think straight.

He slides his tongue in, sucking and slurping between your lower lips. Good, so good, your taste coats his tongue as he pushes it deeper. Your walls are smooth, soft around his fingers as he presses two of them in. You squeeze the couch cushions but he moves your hands to his hair, looking up at you as he devours your sweet cunt. His cock twitches in his dampened pants as he sinks his face into your pussy, nose surrounded by your wet folds as he eagerly licks. You moan, gently tugging his hair and grinding against his mouth when he groans. He moves his tongue from your hole to your clit, teasing your sensitive bud until it twitches between his lips when he pulls it into his mouth. His fingers haven’t stopped swirling inside of you, stroking that sweet spot.

“This is where you’re weak right?” He rasps, letting go of your aching clit long enough to speak before sucking it back between his lips. You cry out when he pushes his tongue between his fingers, the partnership sending you over the edge.

“Satoru~!”

Is he even drunk anymore? He can’t be- not when he’s stroking that spot knowing it’s making you shake and squirm. You try to push his head back but he’s got you pinned down by your thighs, eyes rolled back as he swallows every drop of your juices. This is bad- but it feels so good. What were you even mad at him about again? His tongue leaves your stretched hole, lazily lapping up your juices as you catch your breath. He whimpers as his cock begs for attention, slowly crawling on top of you. His kisses are sloppy, a mix of tongue and teeth as you breathlessly groan into his mouth. Gojo fumbles with his pants until his cock is freed, oozing precum as he nudges your legs apart.

“Y/N…I wanna put it in…Y/N~” He begs, hands intertwining with yours. “Please? Feel good, I wanna make you feel good…”

“Just the tip…” You manage to whisper. The condoms are tucked away in a drawer in your bedroom and both of you are too hot and bothered to go grab them.

“Mhm~” He starts with just the tip, but both of you know it isn’t going to stop there.

Once he starts, he doesn’t stop. His hips rock against yours faster than you can recover from. He’s balls deep in your pussy, stretching and spreading your walls around his girth. He’s panting, gasping, but refusing to stop. Your nails dig into his bag, dragging down it and leaving deep scratches but he doesn’t care. Good- you feel so fucking good wrapped around him and whining under him.

“Nngh- love you, I love you~” He thrusts deeper, faster, hitting your sweet spot mercilessly as you wither beneath him. “Mine, stay mine, don’t leave again~”

“Satoru~! Satoru~!” Is all you can say, all you can moan. You can feel him filling your stomach with his precum, your mouth full of his spit as you makeout.

“Fuck- ‘m gonna cum.” He’s much more talkative now during sex than when he’s sober. “L-Let’s get married~ Y/N, marry me~”

“Satoru~” You purr, back arching as you orgasm for the fifth time.

His thrusts stutter as you clench around him, squeezing his cock like a suction-cup. He can’t hold back, not when you’re doing this to him. He pins your thighs back, exposing your pretty pussy and watching your juices pour out of you. You try to hide it with your hands but he won’t let you, slamming his waist into yours and making you scream and hold onto his shoulders. His eyes are hazy but staring straight into yours as he pounds into you, sweat slipping down his muscles that flex with every movement. He forces himself to pull out, denying his own orgasm.

“W-Why’d you stop?” You look up at him when a tear hits your cheek, “Satoru?”

“D-Don’t deserve to cum…” His tears fall onto you like rain, “I made you mad…I’m a bad boyfriend…”

“No, baby, you’re amazing.” You coo, cupping his face. You force yourself to sit up, kissing his cheek as your hand wraps around his cock. “You can cum, okay?”

“O-Okay-oh~” He moans into your chest as you hold his head down, smothering him with your breasts. “Mmh~”

You stroke him slowly, then speed up. Gojo’s waist arches into your hand as his cock twitches, his breaths ragged. He looks up at you- he tries to, but his eyes keep rolling back as you tease his tip with your thumb. Too much, that’s his weak spot and you know it. Your thumb presses down and he shouts a strangled moan, a mix of gibberish and gasps echoing in your ear. His cock jolts in your hand and shoots thick ropes of cum, decorating your hand with white strings. He slumps against you, mind buzzing as he struggles to stay awake.

“Y/N…don’t go…”

He drifts off, and when he wakes up, he’s in your arms.

Right where he belongs.

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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hi.. sorry if I boring you! I’m just thinking about shanks, zoro, mihawk and koby who have a huge crush and the reader offers to help them declare their love by saying: “I really love you, you know?” And like they tell to the reader exactly the same sentence that she recommended and she just answers dumbly: “ah, I know, NOW go telling that to your crush” not understanding that they have a crush on her! You know what I mean..?

SORRY IF ITS A SUCK REQUEST!!

a/n - HAHAHHAA POOR BOYS 😭😭😭 omg anon this is an amazing request don’t ever say otherwise >:)

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, mihawk questioning his life

I really love you, you know?

- ok if it wasn’t made clear to you already, this man has a big fat crush on you and he is horrible and hiding it

- but luckily and unluckily for him- you’re super dense and still hasn’t found out yet >:)

- He ended up trying to outwardly ask for your help, hoping you’d get the hint. but knowing you, he wasn’t so sure if you’d get it

- “Hey y/n! I got a secret for ya- so uh… I have a big crush on someone in the crew and I kinda need your help. What do I say to them??”

- you thought he had a crush on benny 😭 so you got super excited, giving him a hug and agreeing to help him the moment he asked for help

- he was shocked, did you get the hint? Do you like him back?! Was this gonna be the best day of his life?!

- “OKOK- so this is what I’d say.. ‘I really like you…’ and you HAVE to put emotion into it ok?” You instructed him, sitting down as if you were an acting coach (you had a clipboard and everything)

- He cleared his throat and tried to stop gripping the sides of his coat out of nervousness.

- “Y/n… I really like you.”

- …I really don’t want to do this to poor shanks

- “WHOA! THAT WAS GREAT!!! Now go say that to ben!” You said excitedly, clapping for him with a smile

- shanks’ heart literally just broke in two- and he saw benn standing behind you, crossing his arms and shaking his head in disappointment

- why were you so dense?? He even added your name in the beginning?! And you thought he was in love with his best friend?!

- oh god he was about to pass out and drink his sorrows away until next week

- you gave him a reassuring hug, giving him a positive pep talk for when he’d confess his love to benn.

- “If he doesn’t like you- well then- uh… I’ll try to help you! I’ll buy a barrel of alcohol- it seems to help.” You said, patting the top of his head with a grin

- your smile always cheered him up. The way you were so supportive, always willing to lend a hand whenever it was needed. God he loved you.. So much.

- “thanks y/n… I appreciate your help.” He said with a faint smile, his eyes having a twinge of sadness behind them

- later, benn found him with four empty bottles of alcohol around him while he sobbed on the table

- “I- I thought i made it clear that I liked y/n!” He said between muffled sobs as he grabbed another bottle of booze

- “You did, they just didn’t get it.”

- “stop drinking, you’re gonna pass out.”

- “Stop telling me what to do benn-“ *passes out*

- “You’re both so stupid.”

- Mihawk is so subtle about everything, and it’s come to the point where he has to make it painfully obvious that he loves you

- “Y/n… How do I say to someone that I love them?” He asked you softly, cringing inside at his blatant question

- perona helped him with this, so she was in the background floating around with a thumbs up

- you gasped excitedly, mihawk liked someone?! This was amazing! You didn’t think he was capable of it!

- “Oh my gosh! Ok- so here’s what I’d say.. ‘I really love you… You know that?’ And you gotta put some feelings into it! Don’t do that blank face you always do.” You explained, trying to force him to smile with your soft fingers

- He was about to throw up- why would he ask this? Would you even get the hint? If you didn’t he wouldn’t know what to do- he loves you so much that he’s afraid that you won’t love him the same way. What if you don’t reciprocate his feelings?

- he cleared his throat and sighed, staring straight into your eyes with his deep golden gaze

- “Y/n… I love you, you know that?” he said softly

- his emotions were so deep, and it made you blush slightly as if he were referring to you.. But no, this was for his crush! You had to focus!

- “That was great!! Now go say that to them, you’ve got this.” You said with a thumbs up and a smile

- Perona was screaming into a pillow from your obliviousness, banging her head against the walls as she passed through them

- Mihawk was absolutely shocked yet heartbroken at the same time, all of his courage to say those words had left him

- How could you not see that he was referring to you??? He might as well go crawl into a hole and stay there forever now- at least that’s what his heart wanted to do.

- “Thank you, y/n.” He said quietly, his face returning to the usual emotionless expression it was paralyzed to

- “Of course! I bet they’ll love you the same way, so don’t worry!”!

- ‘I don’t think you will’ is what he thought inside his mind. Perona was trying to cheer him up the best she could- she felt horrible for him! She knew how much he loved you, and she thought it must’ve been horrible to drop so many obvious hints, only for you to blow past them without batting an eye

- he would kind of stare out the window for a couple days, lost in his thoughts. He thought maybe after a while, this crush of his would go away. But it didn’t, it never left him

- you were all he thought about, not a moment passed where he didn’t think of you

- I think he’s gonna go suffocate himself now- jk

- Zoro has had his eye on you ever since you joined the crew

- it was little things he did. Always protecting you first, sitting closer to you, always choosing to be your partner when exploring new islands

- he wasn’t outwardly confessing his feelings, but if you looked at it closely, it was pretty obvious hehe

- everyone in the crew (except for Luffy) knew about his crush- I mean who wouldn’t know (again except Luffy bec he’s Luffy)

- “Zoro- you should just tell y/n! You have to tell them sometime soon or else it’ll be too late!” -nami

- he kept trying to deny his feelings for you, because he was too afraid of you not sharing the same feelings for him

- “Stupid mosshead’s too scared! What a wimp.” Sanji said with a smirk

- he’s gonna go ask you now 😭

- Nami came up with the plan that maybe he could ask for your help with confessing to someone else on the crew. And then he could turn it into a confession to you! Yes! That’d totally work! Everyone was spying on him from different angles, they even hid Luffy away so he wouldn’t ruin it!

- Sanji had to make him a whole buffet of meat to keep him occupied lol

- Zoro walked up to you, fidgeting with the hilts of his swords before he finally asked

- “Y/n- I uh… I have a crush on someone in the crew. What do I say to ‘em?” He asked, visibly shaking from both cringing at his words, but also nervousness

- you smiled at him, making his cheeks flush red, “Oh my gosh! You do??? OKOK- so here’s what you say. ‘I really like you.. you know that?’ Ok go ahead and say it to me so you can practice!” You instructed, sitting down on the top of the barrel

- he was about to break his own finger from how tight he was holding it to calm himself down

- He cleared his throat, the rest of the crew anxiously waiting for the words to come out of his mouth

- “Y/n. I really like you… You know that?”

- the crew smiled, gasping in anticipation, you were gonna say you liked him back right?!

- “That was great! Now go say that to your crush- let me know what they say.” You said with a grin, patting the top of his head as you walked below the deck

- Zoro just stood there, his heart being snapped in two right then and there

- the crew fell to the floor, stunned by your obliviousness to his confession. How could you not get that he was saying those things to you?!

- Zoro was internally wanting to curl up into a ball and cry. He was both shocked and sort of discouraged at the same time. All that courage that built up to be able to confess to you was just gone in a blink of an eye.

- He walked towards the mast of the ship, sitting down and leaning his head against it as he looked down at the ground, an air of depression surrounding him

- the rest of the crew felt bad for him… they’d never seen Zoro look so- defeated and gloomy before

- yet he still thought of you, he pictured what it would’ve been like if you had shared the same feelings for him. That weight to be off his chest..

- would you ever love him the way he loved you?

- I don’t know if this poor boy has any tears left to cry

- he’s had this HUGE crush on you for the longest time. So much so that he even made a matching bandana for you, hoping that one day you two could wear them together :)

- helmeppo was literally dying- all Koby talked about was you and sometimes Luffy. Mostly you

- how beautiful you were- how kind and sweet- how strong you were when you fought alongside him! He went on and on, much to helmeppo’s dismay

- “Koby. Just ASK. It’s not the end of the world if y/n doesn’t like you back.” -helmeppo

- oh but it was the end of his world if you didn’t love him back

- helmeppo ended up trying to create a plan to help him confess to you. He was hoping that maybe if you loved him back, he’d shut up about you (jk jk) he just wants his friend to be happy :)

- “Y/n- um.. I have a question- how would you confess to someone?” Koby asked you, his hands visibly trembling from how nervous he was

- “Oooo! So here’s what you should say.. ‘I really like you- you know that?’ You have to put a lot of feeling into it!” You instructed

- “Y/n.. I- I really like you!” He said with the pinkest cheeks you’d ever seen

- Helmeppo and Garp were hiding behind a wall, waiting for your response

- “That was amazing! Go say that to them, and let me know what they say! You’ve got this so don’t be nervous!” You said with a smile, holding his hands to try and stop them from shaking so much

- When you walked away, he collapsed into a little puddle of depression and sadness

- “Uh… Koby are you alive?” -Garp

- He heard muffled sobs and a small thumbs up from Koby, indicating that he was still alive. Poor Koby’s heart was just ripped in two, he had no self-esteem or confidence anymore..

- he thought that maybe you’d see that he liked you… But- maybe you just didn’t like him. Was that why you didn’t see it?

a/n - I’m going to give them all a hug 🥲

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equallyshaw · 6 months

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that one hurt | trevor zegras

zegras x oc hughes.

warnings: angsty, swearing, self doubt, and self belittling in a way. but, sweet ending (:

word count: 2.1k (longer than i anticipated lol)

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molly hughes, older twin sister to jack, glared at trevor as soon as he walked in and slammed the front door. trevor did not acknowledge her after the loss that evening between them and dallas stars. she crossed her arms as she leaned against the kitchen counter, watching as he walked right past her and to their bedroom. she sighed, cleaning up the rest of the kitchen after baking some cookies and heard trevor walk back in. he was going on and on about a harmless habit she did, "how many times do i have to fucking tell you about this shit? huh?! jesus fucking christ." he screamed at the girl. she froze in her spot, as trevor grabbed his keys from the counter and slammed the front door again. her hands quickly covered her mouth, as she let out a sob. she'd never been yelled at like that before, in her entire life. she'd made sure she was always in peoples good graces and always put the needs of others before her own needs and wants. she felt betrayed and felt as if her whole being had been stripped.

she quickly made her way over to the bedroom and grabbed a bag, throwing clothes and a bag of toiletries in there. she had one place she wanted to be and one place only.

molly pulled up to the townhouse alex had gotten in santa monica, and she saw alex sitting on the front step waiting for her. he stood up as she turned off the car, meeting her to grab her bag and give her a hug. he rubbed her back softly, as she cried into his shoulder. alex looked to molly as a sister and was beyond pissed at trevor, and was ready to tear him a new one if one of her brothers hadn't already gotten to him yet. alex took the bag from the back seat and let her walk inside first. "im-im sorry for just barging in like this, al. i didn't know where else to go." she said sighing as she made her way to the kitchen. "don't mention it molls, you're family. im always gonna be here for you." he said smiling and pulling her in for another hug. he kissed the top of her head, as she calmed down a bit more. "did you tell your brothers?" he asked softly and he felt her shake her head. "nah...you know one of them would be flying out here even if they have practice or a game tomorrow.." she said giggling just a bit. alex knew that to be true. "well good thing i dont have work tomorrow so lets make some pizza and watch the office?" he grinned, pulling back and heading to the freezer. "frozen pizza session? dont have to ask me twice." she hummed preheating the over and taking out two pans. the two worked in unision, opening the pizzas and placing them on the cooking sheets to go in. "do you have any seltzers?" she quesitoned opening the fridge and saw her favorite brand, "oh would you lookey here." she grinned taking it out and opening it. "its like you knew i was coming." she hummed chugging just a bit. "well if i didnt have it, we all know youd chop my head off." and she saluted him with a knowing smile.

the two spent the night watching the office and finished off both pizzas and molly with a few seltzers. the two passed out on the couch for what seemed like hours before molly awoke to her phone ringing with her brothers contact popping up. "hello?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and seeing the sun begin to rise. "oh thank god you're ok!" jack said rubbing his tired eyes and molly heard luke sigh in the background. she looked over at alex who was sound asleep and she headed over towards the first floor powder room. she turned on the light, chuckling to herself as she saw just a tiny bit of tomato sauce on her chin. "wanna tell me why you turned off your 360 location missy?" jack demanded and molly rolled her eyes. "you have us worried sick - not to mention mom and dad calling us at 2 am asking if we had heard anything and then you've got trevor als-" she cut him off, "oh he was worried as to where i was? im sure he could give two shits jack." she said pinching the bridge of her nose and sitting down on the covered toilet. "whats that supposed to mean?" he asked taken back a bit, "maybe you should call your so called bestie back and asked what he said to me last night and see if you can put the pieces together as to why i turned my location off and left the house." she spat, and heard jack whispering to luke to call him. "he said something that really hurt me jacky and i-i had to leave. im with alex, im ok. i proimse, im just very upset with trev." she said softly, her lip quivering. "oh lovey, im sorry. what did he say? just so i know what to scream at him." he added the last part, causing her to giggle just a bit. "um-- its stupid." she hummed, trying to downplay the situation. "lovey it cant be that stupid if it made you turn off your location so nobody could find you and it cant be that stupid if it made you go stay with alex. just tell us molls." luke said butting in and molly sighed.

"i just have a weird habit and i knew trevor was in a bad mood and i did it anyways and so its my fault that he blew up at me. its my fault he screamed at me." she said feeling a few tears fall out. "he yelled at you?" jack said in disbelief. trevor didn't have a bad bone in his body, when it came to molly. he looked at her as if she hung the stars and the moon, and never had any inkling to hurt her. "that son of a bitch." jack breathed as he took lukes phone from him and marched into his bedroom. "there is no reason why he should have yelled at you loves. none. i don't care if he was angry or upset at the game, he shouldn't have screamed at you. don't make yourself feel as if it was your fault. we all have our habits, and knowing you its a dumb one and one that did not warrant his outburst." luke said trying to comfort his sister. molly nodded, "thanks lukey. its just, nobodys ever yelled at me before like that." she whispered and luke's heart broke. he knew how sensitive she was and how hard she worked to make sure nobody ever got upset with her. "damn he's really going in on trev right now." luke said hearing the shouting coming from jack's room. "oh lovely, well im gonna go back to sleep. its 5 am luke, yall are nuts for calling me." she giggled and luke chuckled. "goodnight lovey, sleep tight." and she thanked him.

it was around 11 am when alex and molly heard a knock on the front door, and mollys eyebrows crinkled. she sipped her coffee, before digging back into her sandwich while alex went to go see who it was. "seriously?" she heard alex's lack luster enthusiasm, "i know shes here. i want to see her." she heard trevors familiar and ever recognizable voice. "listen man, i dont really feel like yelling at you right now so please just leave." alex said and trevor wouldn't budge. "the three of them have already screamed at me and picked me apart for the better part of the morning. please, i dont need anyone else to add to that." trevor said with a hint of exhaustion in his voice. molly sighed, walking towards the front door and stood next to alex, "its fine al." and alex nodded and eyed trevor before he walked back into the kitchen. "outside. now." she said pulling the door shut behind her. "what the fuck do you want trevor?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. she saw his under eyes darker and exhaustion in his eyes, and the look of pure regret and guilt written across his features. "im so sorry molls, i really am. there is no excuse for what i said or did and especially me leaving. i shouldn't have left and i shouldn't have said what i said. you know that i didn't mean it lovey, please. tell me what i can do to get your forgiveness?" he asked pulling her in close by the hips. "first off, you can take your hands off of me." she said pulling them off of her, "and secondly, you can leave. im not ready to speak to you yet. you hurt me trev, that one hurt. especially since you know its the most harmless habit of mine." she said setting her boundary.

trevor knew it would be hard to get her forgiveness, but he was also happy that she was setting boundaries because he knew that her being her, it was hard to do. even though it hurt him, he understood why she was. "nobody has ever yelled at me like that before. and i will not allow it to become a norm in it either." she said taking a step back. "so please, just go. ill talk to you when im ready." she said and trevor nodded softly, a lump forming in his throat. "alright lovey." he said taking a step in front of her, and placing a soft kiss on her temple. "ill be at home waiting." he said looking into her green eyes, and she nodded watching him leave.

it was two days later and alex was off for a small road trip, so as molly hugged alex goodbye she decided she did not want to be alone and lonely in the house. she cursed herself at 'caving' quicker than she liked but trevor was also her person, she missed him. over the past 48 hours she thought about the situation, thought about what she wanted to say to him and she ran it over with alex who supported her wholeheartedly. she drove down from santa monica to newport, and savored the hour and a half driving down the coast with some alred's coffee. she pulled up around 2:30 in the afternoon and saw trevor outside with jamie, pulling their surfboards off of trevors car. good, molly thought. hopefully a surfing session did some good and helped him refocus. jamie smiled widely as trevor walked passed him, once he saw molly's car pull in front of the townhouse. trevor turned around to shut his car door and saw molly's car parked, and quickly made his way over towards it. "molls?" he called out and molly rounded the back of the car, coming face to face with the hockey player. shes smiled sweetly and then waved towards jamie, who just like trevor still had their wetsuits on. "ill be inside, im gonna go get settled." she said softly to trevor as she walked passed. "call me later if you wanna get dinner." jamie said to trevor and trevor nodded and jamie left. the hockey player quickly jogged inside, looking for molly.

she stood in the doorway of their bedroom, cream hydrangeas in a crystal vase sat tall on her bedside table. a new joan malone candle stood in front of it, and saw a small card with them as well. she smiled softly, walking over towards it setting her bag on the bed. she opened it, and sat down on the bed. the letter contained everything that trevor could never get out on his own, the letter explained everything that he wanted to say but knew he'd be too flustered to say it correctly and in the way he envisioned. trevor paused at the door and saw that she was reading the letter he had written once he'd gotten back from santa monica. molly's lip quivered, and she looked up towards trevor. he quickly found himself kneeling in front of her, grabbing hands that reached out for him. "youre not losing me trev, i promise you that. i love you way too much trev, youre pretty much stuck with me for life." she hummed, giggling a bit. he smiled widely pulling her in for a kiss. his hands softly grasped her cheeks, pulling her closer. after a few seconds, they pulled apart before going in for more.

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thehighpriestess1 · 1 year

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August : 11

Summary : Fights, doubts, anger and love surround Gojo and Y/n as they try to figure out how to deal with the reunion.

Pairing : Gojo x y/n

Word count : 12k.

Warning : angst, language, slight smut. 18+ only.

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There was momentary silence followed by Gojo’s threat. Trample this village to the ground? You stared at him in disbelief. His gaze sharp as a knife, pierced through your heart. In one life Gojo had broken your heart for the third time. There was no point in arguing with him. He always gets what he wants. Always. And you? You were well aware of your luck by now. You hated him. You hated him so much. You wanted to scream and shout and throw a fit but you couldn’t. True rage is always silent and often unnoticed. You had no power over him, you thought. You were just a pawn in his game. But even a pawn can be dangerous when it has the right motivation, you turned and looked at your son. You couldn’t hide anymore. No matter where’d run off too, Gojo will always find you.

“How dare you come here and threaten me?!”. You snarled.

“How dare I?”. Gojo scoffed. “How could you keep my son away from me?!”. Gojo stepped towards you.

“What was I supposed to do Gojo?! I know It wasn’t right of me but what else did you expect from me?!”. You yelled. “I didn't know what was out there or who was waiting to kill me! I was terrified! There were people showing up at the house asking for me and these people protected me by risking their lives and now you stand here and threaten them! I was terrified!. Your knees felt weak but you held your ground by leaning on the crib. “I was so scared,you have no idea..”. You sobbed.

Gojo looked at you sobbing with tears in his eyes. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to take the step and hold you in his arms and assure you that everything would be alright but he couldn’t. There was an invisible force field separating the two of you.

You looked up at him, “You think it was easy for me to do all of this alone? Do you really think I would keep our child away just to get some revenge on you? Is that what you think of me?”. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. “I would have reached out to you eventually if it was just me but I couldn’t risk his life. I didn’t know who was waiting out there, Was it Naoya? Utahime? I didn’t know. All I knew was that ..”. You took a deep breath and looked down in the crib. “..I had to protect him.”.

Gojo stared at you in silence, he didn’t realize the weight of his words until it was too late. When he saw the look on your face he knew he went too far. He was desperate. Desperate to have you. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes as you turned to Keisuke. “Y/n I..I thought you were dead. You..I know it was hard for you but it wasn’t easy for me either. I couldn't eat! I couldn't sleep! For god's sake y/n I lived with your ghost! When I saw you today I…I thought I was dreaming but when I realized that you were really here I…I felt like I could breathe again. You had Keisuke but I had no one y/n. I kept cursing myself for leaving you that day. I shouldn't have left you. I should have listened to you! I…I am not asking you to forgive me just yet. I'm asking you to pity me and give me another chance to live because I don't think I can live without you anymore!!". Gojo let out a heavy breath. You looked at him, he looked desperate, tired, like a man who returned from a lost war. "I didn’t mean to do it this way but I..I can’t risk losing you again”. He was gasping for breath.

This was a dilemma. You knew you could no longer continue to live like you lived. You couldn't run, you didn't want to run.

"There is no point in arguing anymore. You always get what you want anyway so fine let's do it your way but I have a few conditions”. You spoke bleakley. Pleadingly. Turning away to look at your son.

“Anything. I'd give you anything y/n”. Gojo said, staring at your back.

You turned around and looked at him helplessly. He knew that look. That’s the same way people looked at him when they begged for their lives. He had never thought he would see you this way and it broke his heart.

“I want Keisuke to live a healthy and happy life”.

“Okay”. Gojo ran his hand through his hair and leaned back against the cream wall.

“I mean, I want to keep him away from …. Whatever that you do. No weapons or dirty business around him”.

Gojo gritted his teeth. It was insulting the lowly you thought of him. “Ok”.

“I will have a say in every decision when it comes to him”.

“Obviously”.

“I..I don’t know ..what..”. You hesitated. “..our relation is but-”.

“You’re my wife”. Gojo cut you off. It was non-negotiable.

You looked at him and walked over to the counter to pull out the proof of your new identity. “Y/n L/n was your wife. I am officially Hana Sato”. You handed him the plastic card.

Gojo took the card from your hand with a frown on your face. He looked at the card and then back at you. It was your face but not your name.Did Hiro give this to you? Is this why Yuta couldn’t find you? He smiled and then broke the card in two pieces. “Problem solved”.

You stared at him with your mouth hung open. “You..did you just?”. You pointed at the broken pieces of plastic in his hand.

“Next”. Gojo cut you off again.

“Are we married?”

“Yes”.

“Are we married legally?”.

“Yes”.

You took a deep breath. “Then I want a divorce”.

Gojo straightened up and put his hands in his pockets. “No”.

“Gojo..plea-”.

“No means no, y/n. We are married and we are going to stay that way. Regardless of what you think of me I am not going to raise my child in a broken home”.

It hurt that Gojo was right. “Fine then. Stay married to me. But you can’t ..have relations with any other woman”.

Gojo let out a tired sigh. Did you really have to tell him that? “Agreed”. But then it clicked. “Wait..did you have any..boyfriend..or whatever ..here?”. Gojo asked, frowning.

“That’s none of your business”. You replied coldly.

Keisuke let out a whimper, you pressed your palm flat against your forehead and took a deep breath. What a mess this whole situation was. “I need to feed him so ..please leave now”. You turned and picked up Keisuke from the crib and brought him to bed.

“No. I..I want to..be here and help”.

“And how do you think you could help me feed him?”.

The sarcasm in your tone irked Gojo. Like it reminded him of his place. “What else can I do then?”.

You sighed. There was so much to do. You had to feed Keisuke, pack your bags, and tell Mr. and Mrs.Itadori what happened. You didn’t have the energy to argue with Gojo now.

“Fine. If you want to help then can you just…pack the bags?”.

“You don’t need to take anything y/n. I can have everything there before we reach”.

You glared at him. “Can you please just do as I say?”.

“Fine”.

You turned around and faced the wall as you fed Keisuke. It was awkward with Gojo in the room. Keisuke who was blissfully unaware of the situation tugged on your hair strand while he sucked on happily. “There is a black suitcase in the cupboard behind the crib. Did you find it?”.

Gojo rolled up his shirt sleeves and looked around until he saw the said cupboard. “Yes”. He took the suitcase out and unzipped it.

“In the drawer ..on the right side of the cupboard you will see his sweaters, take out the red one and put it in the crib”.

Gojo stood up and started pulling out the sweaters until he saw the red one.

“Ouch baby slowly!”. You winched when Keisuke tugged with force.

Gojo paused, “Sorry”.

“Not you!”. You groaned.

“Oh right..sorry. I got the sweater. Where did you even buy this?”. Gojo asked.

“I..knitted it. Ouch! Keisuke stop pulling my hair”.

Gojo turned around momentarily and thought maybe he should say something. “Stop annoying mom. We need to leave soon”.

To your sad surprise, Keisuke let go of your hair strand. But you didn’t tell it to Gojo.

“Pick out a few of his overalls from the drawer below and pack them. Take out the blue one with the giraffe and keep it on the crib”.

Gojo did as he was told. HIs eyes welled up lightly thinking about how he didn’t get to pick clothes for his son. “Done”.

“In the drawer below that, you’ll see his shoes. Pick out the blue ones and keep the rest in a suitcase”.

Gojo held the shoes in the palm of his hand, they were so small and adorable. “Done”.

“You will see three stuffed toys in his crib”. You continued ordering Gojo around.

“Yes!”.

“Pack the shark, carrot and the bunny…keep the carrot out and pack the other two”.

Gojo stared at the crochet stuffed toys. He picked them up and gave it a light squish. He has missed out on so much when it came to his own son. Was the carrot his favorite toy?

“Are you listening?”. You called out.

Gojo glared at you and tossed the two toys in the suitcase and kept the carrot out. “Done”. He spoke sternly.

“There is a travel bag under his crib. It’s pink in color”.

Gojo bent down and toko the cushioned bag out. “Got it”.

“There is baby formula and a bottle inside it. Can you make it?”.

Gojo glared at you, if you had been facing him, his stare would have scared you. “No Y/n”. Gojo gritted his teeth. “I can’t make it”.

“Ugh. Fine I’ll do it”. Luckily Keisuke was done. You wiped his mouth with the cloth and picked him up. You turned out and let out an audible tired sigh when you saw the condition of the room. Clothes were falling out of the drawer, drawers were left open, the cupboard door was open. You felt dizzy but you had to push through.

“Can you..make him burp?”. You asked, looking at clueless Gojo.

“I can try..what do I do?”.

“Hold him, how I am holding him right now”.

Gojo nodded and extended his arm forward. He took Keisuke from you and surprisingly did a good job at holding him. He was too scared to move. This was the second time he was holding his son. He was so small and warm and soft and Gojo was scared to even breathe. He looked at him and then hugged him a little tighter. Keisuke giggled and Gojo smiled. Keisuke grabbed Gojo's ear and Gojo winced initially but then he smiled when he realized that it was his son. Gojo never wanted to let him go.

“Good", you replied." Now just walk around slowly and pat his back lightly”. Gojo was nervous but he did as he was told and followed you into the kitchen.

“Did you eat breakfast?”. You asked as you tied your hair up once again in a bun and began prepping. You wanted to scream and fight but you had to remain calm and think rationally. Everything was happening too fast. One moment you were angry at Gojo and next you were internally gushing over him holding Keisuke. You had imagined how Gojo would look walking around with Keisuke in his arms, would he hold him properly? How would Keisuke react? Now that you had seen it you felt guilty about your intentions.

“No”. Gojo said as he continued doing what he was told. He stood in the entryway to the kitchen and watched you. This felt warmly domestic.

“Ok ok. Ummmm ok”. You continued without looking at him. “First we need to boil the bottle. We do this to disinfect. While this happens we boil the water for the formula. It will take two minutes so keep an eye on the electric kettle”. You put the bottle in a pan filled with water.

“Why are we making him burp?”. Gojo asked.

“Because if we don’t then he might puke out the food and we don’t want that”.

Gojo nodded. He wondered how you manage everything.

“While that is happening..”. You trailed off as you put rice in a ceramic bowl and kept it on the table. You had Miso soup in the fridge and you took it out and warmed it on another stove. “..right where were we? Bottle..yes. You see the bubbles forming. It means it’s done”. You took out the bottle from the pan with tongs and kept it on a clean tray to cool. The water in the kettle has cooled down.

You continued to make the baby formula and Gojo watched your every move. Though he doubted he would ever need to do this but as a father he should know this. You kept the bottle in the travel bag and took Keisuke from his hand. “I have kept your breakfast on the counter. Eat it. I will go an..explain something to Mr. and mrs.Itadori”.

You left the room through the other door to go meet the family.

Gojo watched you leave in a hurry and then stared at the two bowls of food in front of him. He smiled as he brought the tray to the small table and sat on the wooden chair. He ate and looked around the house. He pictured you, waddling around with your belly growing everyday. Did you have a healthy pregnancy? He realized he should have asked that. He pictured you walking through the door with the newborn baby, did you think of him when you went into labor? Did you think of him when you delivered? Did you ever think of reaching out to him after he was born? There were so many questions he wanted to ask but he didn’t know how to, or when to ask them. He didn’t know where the boundary began and where did it end? It was blurry in places and non-existent in others. But when it came to your personal life, he realized that it was rock solid. He wondered if you'd ever open up to him. Will the two of you spend the rest of your life living like a cold distant couple?

Gojo hardly eats breakfast but he looked at the empty bowls in front of him and realized he could eat this very meal everyday. He picked up the tray and took it to sink. There were a few other dishes in there and he realized it was unlike you to leave them this way. So he began cleaning. He cleaned and wiped the plates,bowls and spoons and kept them neatly on a side. He realized that you had created this home, bit by bit, straw by straw, and he was going to uproot it. He realized that he didn’t ask you if you wanted to come with him, he didn’t give you an option, he realized that he selfishly demanded you to come with him. He’d apologize for that later, when you’d have some time together.

He sat down on the couch and stared blankly at the door through which you left. You were alive. It finally dawned on him. He chuckled. His y/n was alive. The love of his life was alive! He had a son! Gojo smiled ear to ear like a mad man. He was relieved. He was glad he kept the ring all this time. Will you wear it again? He was glad for the clothes he bought for you. But Keisuke would need clothes. He took his phone out and had almost texted Yuri to buy baby clothes when he stopped. No. He wanted to shop for clothes with you. He will paint the nursery with you. He will set up the crib himself. He smiled thinking about it.

-X-

“What do you mean you are leaving now?!”. Mrs.Itadori gasped.

Mr.Itadori remained calm. He knew that Keisuke needed a father. He watched as you sobbed silently across from them. It had hardly been 30 minutes since they came back from the temple when you walked down holding Keisuke.

“I know it’s sudden. But we don’t have time. I don’t want to turn him away”. Half lie, half truth. You couldn’t turn him away. If you do, then everyone will lose everything. “I promise you I will call and I will visit whenever I get a chance”.

Mrs.Itadori held your hand, “I am not stopping you, y/n. I want you to live a good life. Is there anything we could do to-”.

“No. You have done more than anyone. You made me realize what family truly means and I will miss you so much”. You wiped your tears with the tissue paper.

“It’s okay y/n. We will visit you too. Mrs.itadori walked around the table and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around her waist and sobbed into her chest. She stroked your hair and controlled her own tears. In the past one year you had become the daughter she never had.

“Y/n-chan is going?”. Yuji asked innocently with his two front teeth missing.

You pulled back from the hug and knelt on the ground to pull Yuji into a hug. “I promise I will visit you”. You kissed his cheek and handed him the toy you had bought for him earlier.

“Are you taking Keisoo too?”. He asked as he took the toy from your hand.

“Yes baby. I have to”. You smoothed out his spiky hair.

Yuji’s face turned red and he threw the toy on the floor. “I don’t want your toy! You can’t leave yuji!”.

Mr.Itadori picked up the toy and patted Yuji’s head. “That's a bad habit! Y/n has to go. Like Yuji has to go to school”.

Yuji looked at you with puffed up cheeks. “You..you will come again?”.

“Yes I will. I promise I will!”. You peppered kisses all over his face.

"Don't go! Don't leave Yuji!". You held you and started crying and you picked him up and wiped his tears. "I promise I will visit you. I will bring more toys for you!".

“Do you need any help with Packing?”. Mrs.Itadori asked.

You kept Yuji down and smoothed your dress. “No no. I have packed everything. We will leave in a while”.

Mr.Itadori picked up Keisuke from the baby chair and cooed. “My baby boy. Grow up healthy and strong and take care of you mommy”. Keisuke babeled something and mr.Itadori laughed. “Tell me y/n, Is this man a good person? If you have any doubt you tell me right now. I will not let you leave with him”.

You chewed on your lip. What were you to tell him that the man who was the father of your child is the same man who killed Hiro?. “Yes. He is a good man”.

-X-

You entered your room and saw Gojo cleaning up the bedroom. You didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to leave the family. You felt powerless.

“Oh you’re here. I have called the driver and he will be here in 30 minutes”.

You sobbed and nodded your head. “Can you…can you”. You sniffled. You shook your head and took a deep breath. “Can you please hold him for a while..I ..I need to be alone”.

Gojo stepped forward and took the baby from your hand. You walked inside the bedroom and closed the door behind you. Gojo heard a lock click but didn’t say anything. He sat down on the couch silently.

As soon as you were alone you started heaving. Was it another anxiety attack? You went into the bathroom and closed the door behind you and sat down on the floor. You cried, you wanted to cry and yell but instead you kept a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping. You were leaving, you were really leaving. You thought about how you painted the room in summer, how you bought a measuring tape and decided on which wall to measure Keisuke’s height, how you were thinking about adding more cartoon stickers on the wall next summer, how you built the crib, and now you were leaving all of it behind. You were leaving the only people who had ever cared about you. You cursed the gods for this fate.Why show you happiness when they always take it away in the end? Your throat hurt and your head felt heavy. You wished you had never gone down to the store in the morning. Then maybe..just maybe..you could have continued to live here in your little paradise.

You got out of the room draggin the suitcase behind you. Gojo stood up immediately as soon as he heard the door unlock. “I have packed everything we need in this. I have kept his medical documents in the pink bag”. You kept both the bags in the center of the room. You turned around and took in the view of your apartment one last time.

Gojo could see the pain on your face. Your eyes were red and heavy, your face had lost its color and somehow you looked weaker than you did this morning. He held the baby with one hand and tried reaching for yours with another but you pulled your arm away as soon as you felt his touch.

“I need to get him ready”. You made Keisuke lie down on the couch and started dressing him. Gojo kneeled down on the floor next to you. “Y/n..please look at me”. He didn’t try to touch you. He just wanted you to look at him.

You stopped what you were doing and turned your head towards him, “What do you want?”. You asked.

"Love ..I know it's hard-".

"Don't call me that. It makes me sick". You snapped back at him.

Gojo's words died down in his throat . He shook his head and you turned yours back to Keisuke. Once he was done getting ready, you packed away his old clothes in the bag.

“Do you even have a car seat?”. You asked.

“I have arranged for it. There is also a doctor on standby at every hospital on the way”.

You nodded your head. You sat on the floor,holding Keisuke in your hand, with your back resting against the couch and Gojo sat next to you. “Can I ask you for a favor?”. You gulped harshly.

“Anything”. Gojo replied as he stared ahead at the wall.

“Can you ..please..get someone to clean out this apartment. I don’t want to trouble them”.

“Done”.

“And..And can you get help for them? Preferably a woman. They are getting old and Yuji is still young”.

“Done”.

“Thank you”.

Gojo turned his head and saw a tear roll down your cheeks.

“And Gojo..”. You turned towards him.”..if anything happens to me tell Keisuke about me. Bring him here once in a while. Please”.

“No. Nothing will happen to you”. Gojo frowned, why were you making this request? What will happen to you? He won't let anything happen to you.

“Just..promise me”.

Gojo sighed. “I promise”.

-X-

Gojo stood near the car as you said your goodbyes. Mrs.Itadori handed you another bag full of food and a sweater she had knit for Keisuke. You hugged the family one last time and kissed Yuji before walking away for forever. You looked up at where your apartment was and imagined it to be lifeless and haunted. You bit your lip and turned away before you brokedown once again.

Gojo fastened Keisuke in the car seat placed between the two of you. You sat down in your seat and wiped your tears with the tissue paper. Your eyes burnt with all the crying. Keisuke was dozing off and the driver was given clear instructions on when to stop for rest and how to drive.

“He’s asleep”. Gojo commented, trying to start a conversation as the car turned.

But you didn’t reply and kept staring outside at the village you called home. You kept on staring without blinking at the shop until it was out of sight and when it was you closed your eyes and leaned back in the leather seat.

“I know it’s tough for you to leave but-”.

“You could have at least asked me what I wanted”. You mumbled. Gojo could see your lips quivering. “It’s too late now anyway”. You kept your eyes closed but didn’t wipe the tears rolling down the corners.

Gojo bit his lip. “Please y/n. You have to understand that it wasn’t that easy for me either”.

“And yet I am the one leaving everything behind”.

It was true, Gojo thought as he looked away. Was this the right time to talk? He wondered. He looked at Keisuke sleeping blissfully in the car seat with Mr.carrot by his side. He looked healthy and happy. You had taken good care of him, but who took care of you?

“I hope you know that I will look for a lawyer when we reach Tokyo”. You spoke, looking straight ahead.

Gojo’s heart skipped a beat. “Y/n you can't be serious. Do you really want to raise our son in-”.

“I will raise my son how I see fit. I have gone through the entire pregnancy without you and I am sure I can raise him well on my own. I would rather he grow up without a father than grow up in your world”.

Your words pierced his heart like a dagger. You knew your words stung and your intentions were cruel but you were ready to do anything and everything in your power to give Keisuke a better life.

Gojo gritted his teeth. This was not the reunion he had expected. Were you forgetting that you were the one who had betrayed him? You were the one who lied to him? Had you told him the truth then none of this would have been happening right now. “Do you really think it is in the best interest of Keisuke?”. Gojo asked.

No. You knew that it was not. You knew what it was like to grow up in a dysfunctional family and you knew you were acting selfish. “Yes”. You said. Even if it kills you for real this time, you will fight for your son.

“Why?”. Gojo asked. “Why do all this when we can try and be a family?”.

“Family?”. You turned towards him with a shocked face. “Do you even love me? Do you even care about what I want? Have you ever cared about what I want? You wanted to marry Utahime so you left me! You wanted to be with me so you practically kidnapped me and lied to me about everything! You..you killed Hiro for god's sake! And now you..you didn’t even bother to ask me if I want to come with you. You threatened me! Where is love in all this Gojo?!”. You put your hand over your eye and slumped back in the seat.

Gojo sat silently. How could you ask him that? He knew what he did was wrong. He knew you had every right to be angry but..”I have loved you since the day I saw you y/n. I have made many mistakes along the way but I never..”. His voice quivered. “..I never meant to hurt you. I know I acted harshly but I did it out of desperation but I swear I did it all to protect you. I agree my means were not the most ethical and I deserve your hatred but I did to protect you. I didn’t know better back then y/n. But I do now so please just give us a chance”.

Gojo leaned his head back and took a quick breath. He didn’t want to lose his composure on you when he was already a villain in your eyes. “I always wanted to have a family. You knew that. I..I missed out on so much. I wanted to be there with you and I couldn’t”.

No. You were not going to believe him. You had heard enough. You had seen enough. You had been through enough. “I Know that you have every power in the world to take Keisuke away from me and I..I can’t risk that. He means everything to me and I can’t live without him”. You spoke as you turned your face away.

Gojo hummed. “And I can’t live without you y/n. Every power I have means nothing in front of you. I just want a chance to prove that I deserve to have you and Keisuke in my life”.

You frowned. “Fine. A month. You get a month”

“Fine then”. Gojo smiled sadly. “But remember that I will be fighting not just for Keisuke but for you too and I will win”.

You poked your tongue in cheek in annoyance.

“..and y/n?”. Gojo smiled.

“What?”. You snapped back.

“Stop calling me Gojo. You’re a Gojo too”. Gojo bent down and kissed Kisuke gently. “-and so is he”.

-X-

Yuri woke up in Gojo's bed, wearing Gojo’s shirt. She wasn’t allowed in here. No one was, except Jerry. But since Gojo was out, she took the liberty. She took in his scent and smiled lazily to herself. She missed him already. Missed his smile. His anger. His eyes. She was hopelessly in love with Gojo Satoru. She turned to see the photo frame on his nightstand. It had black and white photobooth photos collaged together. She wondered why he ever fell for you? You looked normal. A bit dull compared to him. She wished she could scratch off your face from every photo but there were lines she couldn’t cross yet. She had always thought that all men want is sex, but to her surprise Gojo Satoru was different. He turned down her advances. She had tried to get him drunk so he would finally fall for her and thought she had succeeded when Gojo let her kiss her cheek but at the end of the night he went back to his room. She had to make him love her. She turned on her back and stared at the ceiling.

Once your death anniversary passes, she will marry Gojo Satoru. “Gojo Yuri”. She giggled to herself. She wondered how their first night would be. Would he be wild with her or would he be gentle? She wondered how it’d feel when he’d kiss her. Her hand slipped inside her thong as she imagined it to be his fingers, his tongue, his cock. She wondered how he’d look above her, beneath her, behind her. Her breath quickened as she increased the pace. She wondered what term of endearment he would use for her. Her hips twitched as she neared her climax. She imagined his moans and groans as she came whimpering his name. This wasn’t the first time she had cum thinking about him but she was getting tired of using her fingers.

She turned her head and picked up her phone, 9:00 AM. Gojo must be done with his work. He said he would return by night, she would make dinner for him. Steak? Pasta? She wondered what he would be in the mood of.

“Jerry!...Jerry!”. She yelled on top of her lungs.

“Yes Ms.Yuri”. Jerry hurriedly rushed in. He was terrified of Yuri and disliked her severely. She had tormented many of the house staff and he had to go above and beyond to either make them stay or compensate them adequately.

“What’s for breakfast?”.

“Mr.Gojo is not here today”. Jerry replied with his eyes set on the floor. Yuri had asked him to never look her in the eyes and always keep his hands folded in front of him whenever he was talking to her or Gojo. She said it was to remind him of his place. After 10 years of service, he naturally felt insulted by her demand but obeyed anyway.

“So? Is he the only one who eats in this house?”.

“I’m sorry ma’am. I wasn’t aware that you’d be eating your breakfast here today”.

Yuri scoffed. “I want a blueberry smoothie and scrambled egg. Got it?”.

“Yes…ma’am”.

Yuri walked to the dining area with two helpers behind her, one carrying her black Birkin bag and other carrying her cashmere coat. Her red bottom heels clicked with every step. Another help stepped forward and opened the door for her. Another help pulled out her chair for her. Every house help hated being in her presence. Even Gojo Satoru didn’t treat them this way then who did she think she was to demand this treatment. But they were always too scared to say anything. The last help who spoke up was tortured for three days straight.

Yuri scrolled on her instagram as she finished the last bits of her eggs. She had nothing to do today. Maybe she would go shopping or to a spa or both. She was about to leave when she saw Gojo’s message. She read it and then read it again. No. It can’t be possible. She called Gojo immediately but he cut the call. She called again and he cut the call again.

“NO! NO! NO!!! NO!!”. She yelled as she threw the glasses and plated at the wall. Jerry and others stood at a distance and watched her.

When she was done breaking every piece of breakable thing in the room she stood up straight, her hair stuck to her forehead, chest heaving, mouth open, eyes wide with shock. She turned towards Jerry and gritted her teeth. “That bitch!...That fucking bitch is alive!”.

She opened her phone again. “y/n is alive. I am bringing her and the baby home”. She looked at Jerry again. “Did Satoru text you?”.

“Yes he did”.

“What did he say?”. Yuri asked and she pushed aside her hair.

“He has asked me to get the house ready. They will be here before dinner”.

Yuri stared at the phone in her hand, and chuckled. “You can get the downstairs bedroom ready for her and her little spawn”.

“Mr.Gojo has asked us to..get his room ready for them”.

Yuri raised an eyebrow. “What?”.

“He said that they will be sleeping in the master bedroom”.

-X-

The car ride was silent for most of the time. You made a mental note of things you would need to do.A month seemed too long and too short at the same time but it could give you enough time to find your footing if you were to divorce Gojo. You wondered if you could tell Gojo everything that had happened but would he use it against you. He could. Your head felt heavy thinking about everything. You looked at Keisuke, still fast asleep and thanked the gods that Keisuke did not wake up. But it was post lunch and you wanted to feed him.

“What happened?”. Gojo asked, looking at you. You looked adorable, like a kid trying to decide which candy to buy.

“He is sleeping a lot”. You said.

“Isn’t that a good thing?”. Gojo questioned. He had been reading articles all this time on babies and fatherhood but he felt he still had a lot to learn.

“Not really. If he sleeps now then he won't sleep at night. If he doesn’t sleep at night then I won’t sleep at night”.

“We won’t sleep at night”. Gojo corrected.

You rolled your eyes at him and tried to wake up Keisuke. Gojo checked his watch, it was 2:00 PM. Let’s stop for lunch. He told the driver who gave him a curt nod. Keisuke opened his eyes and stretched his arms. You were accustomed to his cuteness and yet it melted your heart but watching Gojo melt over his toothless yawns and spit bubbles was even more endearing.

“Aaaw that’s a big yawn! Mumma woke up my baby”. Gojo stroked Keisuke’s cheeks.

“Are you hungry?”. You bent down and patted his stomach lightly. Keisuke looked between the two of you and then gave a toothless smile.

“Aaah his cuteness will give me a heart attack”. Gojo put his palm over his chest and you chuckled.

The car came to a halt at a pitstop. “You should eat something”. Gojo said as you pulled out the milk bottle from the bag.

“I’m not hungry”. You replied coldly. Gojo could pretend to be a happy family all he wanted but you were not going to budge.

“You gave me a month, remember? So let me take care of my love ”. Gojo pleaded.

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Do whatever you want”. You replied without looking at him and just like that your armor was up.

Gojo smiled, He knew it wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no either, and got out of the car. You let Keisuke stay in the car seat and fed him from the bottle. You won’t lie that motherhood is tiring and tough. Maybe having Gojo around until you settle down on your own wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Gojo walked in between the aisles of 7-Eleven and cursed himself for not thinking this through. He would never let you eat any of this. This is not something a new mother should be eating. He groaned in frustration, how the hell was he going to prove himself to you if he didn’t even know what you could eat or not. He picked up his phone and called the only person who could help him. Shoko.

It had been over 20 minutes since Gojo left and Keisuke was done feeding. He was wide awake now so you opened the car door and got down with him in your arms. The weather was perfect. The sun shone brightly and the air was cool. Keisuke burped twice as you patted his back.

“Why are you out of the car?”. You heard Gojo’s voice and turned around to see him walking towards you.

“Just wanted to stretch my legs and he needed to burp”. You smiled. You realized that you had kept your sweater in the car and now you were starting to feel the winter. You kept Keisuke down back in the seat and cracked your fingers. He was starting to get heavy.

“Here. I got sandwiches, chocolate milk, juice, and kit-kats. I wanted to get coffee but I wasn’t sure if you could drink it”.

“Gojo it’s a lot”. You stared at the bag.

“Then we better get started, right?”. He smiled and handed you a sandwich.

The two of you ate in silence standing outside as Keisuke played with the carrot in the car seat.

“Gojo, can I ask you something?”. You asked as you kept the sandwich wrapper in the brown trash bag.

“Yes Gojo you can”. Gojo replied.

You rolled your eyes, “I am serious right now”.

“Fine..y/n. Ask”.

“Did you or do you have a ..girlfriend? If you do then I will have to meet her before letting her get near my son”. You looked down, hesitant to meet his eyes.

“No”. Gojo replied immediately. “I have only loved one woman. My wife. But she ran away last year and now I don’t know where she is”.

You sucked in a sharp breath. “It’s not funny”.

“I mean it. I don’t have any other woman in my life”. Gojo said as he opened the bottle of chocolate milk and handed it to you. You took it without looking at him. “What about you? Any man in your life?”.

“I told you, it’s none of your business”.

Gojo blinked slowly. He knew you were pregnant for most part of the year but how could anyone not fall for you? Was there someone back in the village? He felt a jealous rage course through him. He swore that if he ever found this man he would make him disappear for laying his eyes on you.

“If you do then I will have to meet the man before letting him get anywhere near ‘our’ son”. Gojo retorted.

“Fine”. You replied.

Gojo scoffed but dropped the topic. He could always find out on his own. “Can I ask you something?”. Gojo asked.

“Sure”.

“What did you crave the most when you were pregnant?”

You turned around and leaned back on the car. “I craved a lot of sweets. Mostly warm bread with honey and whipped cream with lots of mochi.It was like a mochi sandwich. Also a lot of cranberry juice”.

Gojo chuckled. Looks like Keisuke took after him. Mochi sandwich? It sounded interesting and something he would love for sure.

You cursed yourself for not carrying your coat. The temperature was dropping every hour and it looked like it would snow soon. You straightened up and turned away to check on Keisuke and felt something warm envelop you. Gojo had put his overcoat around your shoulders.

“It’s fine. I’m not-”. You tried to take it off but Gojo stopped you.

“Keep it. You need to stay warm”.

-X-

You felt someone nudge at your arm. You opened your eyes slowly to see Gojo looking at you. “We are here”.

You straightened up and took a deep breath, “I didn’t realize I had..why didn't you wake me up?” You asked.

“You were sleeping so peacefully”.

You wiped your face with your hand and took Keisuke in your arms. He was awake and looking out with curiosity. Gojo got down from the car and walked around to open the door for you. He held out his hand and you took it as you got out of the car. You looked at the huge traditional mansion in front of you. The entire village could live here happily, You thought to yourself. Gojo stood next to you with his arm resting against your back. You didn’t ask him to move it.

Yuri watched as Gojo held the door open for you and gave his hand out to you. She frowned, Gojo never opened the door for himself. What changed in 12 hours. But she maintained the smile on her face. Whoever you were, you were no match for her. She looked at the baby in your arms and scowled. What a waste of Gojo genetics, she thought to herself. Were you wearing his coat? She scoffed, in her eyes you were nothing more than a farm animal, a charity case for Gojo. But her resolve faltered when she saw the way Gojo looked at you. He looked …alive.

Jerry stood on the other side of the door with a genuine smile on his face. He had met you a few times before and liked you. He was happy to know that you were coming home.

“Hello Jerry”. You greeted him at the door. You were happy to see a familiar face.

“Hello Ms.Y/n. You look beautiful”. Jerry said and gave you a curt bow. “Who do we have here?”. He cooed when he saw Keisuke stare at him. “He is adorable”. Jerry smiled at him and Keisuke being the good boy he was, gave a toothless grin.

“How are you Jerry? And how is Rose?”. You asked.

Jerry’s heart swelled up. You remembered his wife even if you had met her only once. “We are both good and healthy. welcome to Tokyo Ms.y/n”

“Oh he is so adorable!’. Yuri squealed as she stepped in between you and Jerry bent down to look at Keisuke. She looked up at Gojo and winked. “He looked just like you toru”. She cooed. You turned your head back and glared at Gojo.

“Y/n, this is Yuri. She is my assistant”. Gojo said as he pulled you into him. He was just as shocked at Yuri’s reaction as Jerry was. He wasn't expecting her to be here at this time.

“I thought Miwa was your assistant”. You couldn’t control your smile. You were not stupid. You knew what was happening here and you found it extremely amusing. You finally had something over Gojo.

“I am his personal assistant”. Yuri chirped in.

You turned towards Yuri and she smiled and tried to touch Keisuke but you moved your shoulder and blocked it. "Don't touch him". You said and walked away with Gojo in tow.

Yuri was left standing there and the whole fleet walked in front of her to follow you. Who the fuck did you think you were? Did you look down on her? You looked down on her?! She gritted her teeth and walked back in. She saw how you greeted all of the staff and smiled at them. Oh you were faking it for sure. Pretending to be a kind hearted person just so you could get money from Gojo.

“Where do I stay?”. You asked Gojo.

Gojo smiled. “We stay that way”. He said and led you to the master bedroom. The whole mansion was not only huge but was sprawled out over a vast land. It was traditional for most parts. As you walked next to Gojo you noticed how no one looked at you. They greeted you but looked terrified for some reason. The master wing of the mansion was at the farthest end which Gojo deemed to be the safest place. The sun had begun to set and the atmosphere was getting colder and you just wanted a hot bath and sleep.

You didn't want to fight him anymore when he pulled you closer to him. Maybe because a part of you wanted it or maybe because you were too tired to argue. The room was on the top most floor of the mansion and you were surprised to see an elevator leading up to it. You walked out the elevator into a living room with a couch and a small dining table. You walked through the room into the bedroom and when you entered the bedroom you were surprised by the whiteness of it. The most colorful thing in the room was ironically Mr.Carrot you walked in with Keisuke in your arms and You wondered how many nights did Gojo spend here thinking about you you? You turned towards the bed and saw the photo frame of your photos. Your eyes welled up. You wondered how many times he looked at it and how many times did it flip it down? There was a book on the nightstand, was it the same…

"Yeah…I kept it because..just in case". Gojo spoke, standing behind you.

You looked at him and then averted your gaze. "Okay". You said and made Keisuke lie on the bed. You had to bathe him..

You felt guilty. Like you had stolen something from him. Like you owed him glimpses of things you stole and yet you were being selfish. You got on your knees and started undressing Keisuke. "Do you want to help?". You asked without looking at Gojo but he was next to you, kneeling on the ground in a second.

"He's so soft". Gojo said.

"He's just a baby".

"He is the most adorable baby in the world!!". Gojo spoke and kissed Keisuke's nose.

You looked at him, his face red with baby fever. You smiled to yourself and let him do the job.

Yuri stood at the door and watched you watch him. It was unfair how easily you got access to things that were prohibited for her. Jerry walked past her with a tray, she watched and scoffed. You didn't even have to ask for anything.

"Ms.Y/n". Jerry called out.

You turned around and stood up. You took the glass of water. "Thank you Jerry".

Gojo stood up and took the second glass. "By the way Jerry". Gojo said before he took a huge sip. "She is Mrs.Gojo now". He winked at Jerry, making him chuckle.

"My bad, Mrs.Gojo".

You rolled your eyes. "Please just call me y/n, Jerry".

Gojo smiled sadly.

"Well then tell me y/n, what would you like for dinner?". Jerry chirped.

"Really anything is fine. I don't want to trouble you too much".

"Oh no trouble at all ma'am".

Gojo put his glass back on the tray. "Something light should be fine. Oh and send it to the room, we'll have dinner here".

Yuri watched the whole interaction from the shadows, Mrs.Gojo? A tear rolled down her cheek. She watched how Gojo's hand stayed on your back, how he looked at you when you talked to Jerry. Even Jerry seemed genuinely happy to see you! Why?! Why?! Why?! As Jerry walked past her again she took a deep breath and stepped inside with a smile on her face. "Satoru, I'm sorry to interrupt you".

Both you and Gojo turned towards her. You exchanged looks. Gojo sighed as he looked at Yuri. He didn't want to waste a second being with you. What could she need now?

"Yes, Yuri?". He asked tiredly.

Yuri's face dropped. Did he just sigh at her? But her mask was back on in a second. "I just wanted to remind you of your schedule tom-".

"Cancel everything". Gojo said without a second thought.

"But we have-".

"Yuri". Gojo interrupted her again. "I said cancel everything".

"If you have work then you should go". You spoke sweetly as you looked up at him. "We will be fine".

"And leave you here all alone?" Gojo smiled. "Absolutely not".

"I can survive a few hours without you". You gave Gojo a soft smile.

Gojo chuckled, "But I can't".

You shook your head and walked back to the bed.

"You may leave now". He said to her but his eyes were set on you.

Yuri smiled and walked back. She could hear the baby giggle. As soon as she was in the elevator alone, her smile turned to glare. A dangerous glare.

You knelt on the bathroom floor as you gave Keisuke a sponge bath. Gojo sat opposite to you, holding Keisuke in his arms.

"I can't get over how small he js". Gojo said, he looked at the tiny feet and tiny hands. Gojo's palm could easily cover his whole torso.

"He is only two months old but he is growing fast". You said calmly.

Keisuke wrapped his hand around Gojo's finger and babelled as you wiped his torso. Gojo smiled and shook his hand gently.

"Turn him around". You said and Gojo obeyed. He held Keisuke upright and you scooted closer to wipe him.

"Where are we?". You asked, looking at Gojo.

"What do you mean?". Gojo frowned.

"I…I mean the address. I need to call a cab tomorrow morning".

"Where are you going?". Gojo asked, scanning your face.

"I need to go to City to get some things for him". You asked and soaked the sponge in the warm water.

"We'll go together". Gojo said. He couldn't believe you were still trying to keep him away.

"It's not that". You read his face. "I don't want to take him out just yet. The weather is getting colder and it's already a new environment for him. He might get sick". You explained as you say back on your heels.

Gojo's face relaxed. "Don't worry. He'll be safe here with Jerry".

"I have never left him alone..".

Gojo smiled and held your hand. "Don't worry y/n, it'll be just for a few hours and you know we can trust Jerry".

You looked down at where his hand rested on yours. It felt nice. Like you finally had someone on your side.

Gojo looked down at your hands. He could actually feel your skin against his. It was another reminder that you were really here. He knew he had a long way to go before he could earn your trust. But for now even your hesitant touches were more than enough for him.

"Okay". You replied with a small smile."we'll go together then".

Gojo had insisted that you take a shower first. He would have preferred to take it with you but he didn't want to push his luck. You were thankful that Gojo was giving you space to adjust. You took a deep breath and let the warm water cascade down your back. You could hear Gojo talking to Keisuke outside and Keisuke replying in spit bubbles. It was funny how alike those two were. Clingy. Talkative. Demanding. Absolute menace. You knew he was going to be like Gojo when all you craved during pregnancy was mochi sandwich. What a concoction that was. But you were sure it was something Gojo…Satoru would love. Maybe you'll make it for him someday.

The thought of filing for a divorce still weighed heavily on your mind and heart. A part of you wanted to give this a chance but another part of you couldn't get Hiro's words out of your mind. You wondered what he would say if he saw you here with him. Would he be happy that you have a family or would he curse you for settling down with his killer? Hiro saved your life by giving you a chance to escape but he was also the reason you were there in the first place. Gojo saved your life too when he took you away from Utahime and Naoya but Gojo also killed Hiro. You were lied to but you also kept Gojo's son away from him. Gojo missed out on the birth of Keisuke and you knew that if you left Gojo then one day Keisuke would ask who his father was. Even if you stay with Gojo you won't have an explanation for why his father wasn't there at his birth. You had unknowingly hurt your son too. No one was innocent, the only question was did everyone pay for their crimes?

Gojo was absolutely in love with Keisuke. His little giggles. His tiny arms and feet. His toothless smile. His doe eyes. His tiny button nose. His amusement at everything. But above all he loved that Keisuke was a part of you. You and Him created him. He was proof that your love still existed..it bloomed even when he was going through his darkest days. Gojo stroked his puffy cheeks. He was not going to give up. No. He was going to fight for you and him. He was going to win.

"Can you tell your mom that I love her and I missed her? She is so stubborn, isn't she?" Gojo scrunched his nose." I hope you didn't trouble her too much. You are going to grow up to be a handsome boy. But remember that you mom is my girl". Gojo winked and kissed Keisuke's cheeks.

"You can go and shower now". You said as you walked to the bed. Gojo gave Keisuke a parting kiss and got off the floor.

You were dressed in another one of your dresses. It wasn't the most ideal thing to sleep in but your options were limited. You made a mental note of shopping for some more clothes tomorrow.

"I..have your clothes here". Gojo said and pointed towards the wardrobe. He thanked the past for thinking ahead. Being delusional paid off.

"My clothes?". You asked. Gojo walked towards the wardrobe and you followed him. Your eyes widened when he flicked on the light switch. The walk in was filled with more clothes that you've ever had. You walked between the rows of clothes.

"I..wanted to be ready for whenever I'd see you". Gojo tried to explain.

"Didn't you think that I was dead?". You turned your head back and looked at him.

"I was.. hopeful".

You smiled and walked to the glass top counter. The jewelry inside would put any collector to shame. But your eyes landed on a familiar ring in the center.

"Where did you find this?". You asked, eyes still set on the ring.

"I found it that night," Gojo said as he walked towards you."After the explosion. I was told that Naoya killed you and before I could search the place it exploded and this was all I could find". He stood behind you with his hand resting on your back.

"Who told you that Naoya killed me?". .You frowned.

"Joichiro did". Gojo spoke sternly.

You let out a sigh and turned around to find yourself in the arms of your alleged husband. Your breath hitched for a second. You couldn't move back and he was staring innocently at you as if he was unaware of your rapid beating of your heart.

"Do you ..do you want me to put it on you?". Gojo asked. He was serious. He looked down at you, your cheeks had turned pink and he wondered if that was because of the hot shower you took or because you were mad at him.

Did you want to wear it? You didn't know. Maybe…yes. But no.

Gojo sensed your confusion and smiled in return. "You don't have to answer now". He stepped back and walked away. You watched in shock, was he really that unaware? You shook your head and picked out a checkered button down shirt and matching shorts to change into.

When you walked out of the closet you saw Yuri or was it Yumi? Standing near the bed. For some reason you didn't like her. Maybe it was the way she looked at Gojo that irked you. You didn't think you were jealous. Why would you be jealous over him? It didn't make sense right.

"Do you need anything?". You asked as you walked over to her.

"Just wanted to drop these files off for Satoru". She smiled at you.

It wasn't a friendly smile. It was a smile that said that she was close enough to call him by his first name.

"You can give them to me. I'll give it to him". You said, not returning the smile.

Yuri smiled again. "I'll wait for him. He doesn't take more than 20 minutes to shower anyway".

You took a deep breath. "He takes exactly 25 minutes to shower. Then another 7 to get ready. I'd rather you keep the files on the table than stand in front of me for another 32 minutes". You pointed at the small table near the door.

Yuri gritted her teeth. "Do you think you're special?". Her smile had faded.

"Why don't you ask Satoru what I am?". You smiled.

Yuri looked you up. "Do you even know how much the clothes on your body cost? The one that you put on so casually? You think all of this is something you are entitled to and you can look down on me only because you have a child with him?You're nothing but a charity case for him". Yuri tilted her head and shrugged.

Few years ago you would have been offended by the comment but you had been through enough to know what this was. "Looking at the efforts he had made so far, I'd say he is extremely charitable".

Yuri bit her bottom lip. You were definitely something. "Just know that if he hadn't run into you today, he would have been mine".

You gulped. You were angry, not jealous. You convinced yourself. "If he couldn't be yours when I was dead then what makes you think he could be yours now?". You gave her a pressed smile.

Yuri scoffed and opened her mouth to say something but couldn't. She walked away, throwing the file on the table. You stood there, seething. Even if you were going to leave Gojo, there was no way you were going to let her walk all over you.

Jerry brought in dinner soon after and by that time Keisuke had been fed and asleep. Gojo sat opposite to you on the small coffee table near the balcony. He watched you poke the bowl of half eaten rice.

"Is everything okay?". He asked.

You snapped out of your thoughts and smiled at him. "Yeah. Just tired".

Gojo watched you like a hawk. "No. It's something else".

"All of this. It happened so soon. I just want to give him a home and I can't even seem to do that".

Gojo sighed. It was his fault and you were blaming yourself. "It's not your fault. You have done a great job bringing him up on your own. You don't have to do it all alone anymore. Let me help you when I can".

You smiled and nodded your head.

Gojo smiled and kept a piece of spinach on top of your rice. "for now eat this. I read that the new mothers have iron deficiency and usually it goes unchecked until it's too late. Let's go for a check up tomorrow".

You watched him with your mouth agape. "Where did you read this?".

Gojo's cheeks turned pink. "On a blog called daddy and me".

"I don't want to go for a check up". You replied and shoved the food in your mouth.

Gojo hummed. "Why not?".

You chewed your food and kept your eyes fixed on the table.

"Y/n, why don't you want to go for a check up?". Gojo pressed on. He could read you like an open book.

You swallowed painfully and looked at him. You knew that sooner or later you will have to tell him. Will he get angry? Will he get mad at you?

"I don't want to"

"Why not?". Gojo asked calmly.

You sighed in frustration. "Because I don't want to! Isn't that enough?". You asked angrily.

"No it's not!". Gojo replied. "God y/n! You could keep your favorite color from me ',if you want to, but this.." Gojo's voice dropped. "...this seems serious and as your husband and the father of our child I have the right to know ".

You sighed. "Fine but try not to make a big deal out of it, okay?".

Gojo stared at you blankly. Since when did you get so rude? "Fine". He replied.

"Keisuke was born perfectly fine. But after delivering him". You looked down at your hands in your lap. "I didn't stop bleeding for quite some time. I had lost too much blood and doctors weren't sure if I'd even make it. But fortunately, they were able to control the bleeding but I was unconscious for a day".

There was a heavy silence between the two of you. Gojo was shaking but he remained calm on the surface. You had gone through so much and yet you didn't reach out to him? Did you hate him that much? Was he that bad of a person?

"Because of that I have postpartum anemia. Usually it improves in two months but it hasn't in my case". You kept your eyes fixed in your lap.

Gojo let out a heavy breath and leaned back in the chair. How was he ever going to fix the mess he made? He was angry. He was hurt. But he knew he deserved it.

"But I assure you that Keisuke is fine and you can see his reports". You tried to explain.

"It's not just about Keisuke,y/n. You are just as important to me as he is. I..I don't know what to say… Fine. We'll still go to a doctor and get a consultation. For my sake, please?". He didn't want to force you anymore than he already had. He could only please and pray that you listen to him.

"Fine". You replied with a smile. Sometimes you have to let go of control.

Since there was no crib yet, Keisuke slept in between you and Gojo on the bed. He was deep in his sleep surrounded by his toys. Both you and Gojo looked at him sleeping with his mouth open slightly. You bent down and kissed his head good night and so did Gojo. As you closed your eyes and tried to get a much needed sleep, Gojo couldn't bring himself to sleep. A part of him was scared that if he closed his eyes then all of this would vanish. He looked at his son and then at you. Gojo knew that you were strong and capable and he was going to give you the freedom to decide what you wanted to do but a part of him, the part that lurked in the shadows, the part that made him the infamous ice Prince, that part reminded him that you were too precious to be out in the world alone. You were too kind. Too delicate. Too good to be out in this dark dark world. There were some really bad people out there and as your husband, as your lover, as the father of your child, he was going to protect you, shield you from everything. If you want to fight then he will let you fight. If you wanted to hurt him then he would let you hurt him. But he was not going to let you go. In this world you were his salvation. You were his sun and the moon. You were his'.

-X-

You woke up the next day to see Keisuke cooing next to you. "Good morning baby". You spoke in your baby voice You smiled and kissed him. Keisuke giggled. "Did you sleep well? Of course you did! You didn't wake up mama once. My good boy". You peppered his face with kisses.

You frowned when you saw a beautiful bouquet of white dahlias. You smiled and propped up on one elbow and picked up the bouquet. It was beautiful. There was a note attached to it,

Good morning love!

Come down for breakfast!

You rolled your eyes at the pet name. Stubborn and annoying and too sweet. You fed and changed Keisuke and freshened up and changed into one of your own dresses. The only problem, you didn't know where the kitchen was. You got out of the bedroom and made your way to the elevator. A note was stuck on the door.

"You don't know where the kitchen is? Go down the elevator and turn left". With the note was another flower, white Chrysanthemum.

Is this what he spent the whole morning on? "Look at what your dad is up to?". You kept the note and the flower in your dress pockets and went down the elevator. When you got out you took a left turn and a help handed you another note.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. "He could have just asked you to take me there". You joke but the girl kept her head bowed down.

You frowned and adjusted Keisuke in your arm. "Hey..Look at me. Are you okay?". You said.

The girl looked up hesitantly. The moment your eyes met she looked down again. Did Gojo ask her to do this? "Look, I don't care what anyone else has told you but when you talk to me or help me, you look at me". You said.

"Yes ma'am". She replied and looked up. She looked slightly younger than you.

"Why didn't you look before?". You asked.

"I was told not to".

"By who?". You demanded.

"Ms.Yuri". She replied.

You bit your lip and took a deep breath. "What's your name?".

"Nia…ma'am".

"Nia". You spoke softly. The girl looked terrified and you didn't want to scare her more. "you don't answer to Yuri. Okay? If she does or says anything to you, you tell me okay?".

Nia smiled and nodded her head. "Yes ma'am". She handed you the note and another chrysanthemum.

You looked at the note,

I can't see you now but I'm sure you look beautiful. Hurry up now. I'm waiting for you

"Looks like you were supposed to take me there".

Nia nodded her head and led you.

You walked in an open kitchen facing the backyard and a dining table. The air was warm and smelled of freshly baked cookies.

"Good morning!". Gojo yelled as soon as he saw you walk in. He walked over and wrapped you and Keisuke in his arms. This was the first time you were this close to him. Even Gojo was taken aback by his actions but he went with it. He was holding his whole world in his arms and he was not going to apologize for it. He could feel you stiffen and then relax and smiled when you did not push him back.

He felt warm. His white button down shirt smelled of cookies and you felt safe. Even Keisuke seemed to have relaxed in your arms. You wanted to hold him but had Keisuke in your arms so you just let him hold you instead. You liked this feelin.

Gojo kissed Keisuke and stepped back. “Look what I have here”. Gojo spoke excitedly and brought a baby rocker from under the table. “It’s perfect for 1-3 months old”. Gojo continued.

You looked at him, he looked happy, excited. You returned his smile and bent down to put Keisuke in. You were thankful for this as he was getting heavier and your arms hurt a little.

“When did you wake up?”. You asked Gojo.

Gojo looked at Keisuke and both of them exchanged a look of secrecy. Gojo didn’t sleep for more than three hours last night. Keisuke woke up every two hours and Gojo walked around the room holding him, trying to put him to sleep. At one point, both of them watched youtube videos on how to put babies to sleep. It worked but only for two hours. Gojo understood that it was because of the new environment but he didn’t want to wake you up. You had traveled a lot and needed the rest.

“I woke up a few hours ago”. Gojo replied casually.

“You woke up at six?”. Your eyes widened.

No. He woke up at 5 because he wanted to go to the florist and hand pick the best flowers for you. “Yeah. around that time”. Gojo chuckled. “Now sit down and let me serve you your breakfast”.

You rolled your eyes and took your seat at the table. Gojo brought a huge tray of the most elaborate breakfast you had ever seen. Green smoothies, warm oats and honey, fruits cut in heart shape, blueberry pancakes, waffles and whipped cream.

“I can’t eat all this”. You chuckled.

Gojo smiled. Your smile had all the tiredness leaving his body. “It’s fine. Have as much as you can just don't forget the smoothie. I read that this spinach smoothie is great for mothers with iron deficiency”.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "You and your daddy and me blog".

You smiled and started the breakfast with Gojo. The morning sun filtered through the large windows and as you discussed the shopping list with Gojo,With Kisuke’s toy tune playing in the background, you realized that this was what you wanted when you were a child. A loving home. Breakfast table conversation about the day ahead, flowers and fruits on the table, someone to look at you how Gojo was looking at you right now. It was peaceful. It was your own little world. Somewhere in the background Keisuke giggled, making both you and Gojo smile and shake your head. You watched as Gojo bent down and played with him. You didn’t know whether he loved you or not, you didn’t know if his words could be trusted when it came to you, but you knew that he loved your son. He would never let anything happen to Keisuke. So was it fair for you to take all of this away from him? You couldn’t live without Keisuke, Gojo couldn’t live without Keisuke, but could both of you live together? You had a month to decide and Gojo had a month to prove himself.

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triasticalwarlock · 5 days

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Little au thing in blood lust I made up

P.S-I am not the creator of this story. It is written by Babygrillbree on ao3 and quotev. Again, I am not taking any ownership over this story. This is just something I made up. Go check out their work, I recommend it.

I didn't include the Vees in this, sorry not sorry.

So, now that that's out of the way. You guy's know how Adam died by nifty's blade? What if instead of Adam, y/n tuke the hit.

Nifty didn't mean or even want to kill you, you jumped in front of the blade when you where getting out from under the ruble of the destroyed hotel. And you saw nifty going in for the kill, you reacted on impulse, flying your way over to where the two where and you slid in the small space between nifty and Adam, causing nifty to stab you in the chest instead (the reason they got stabbed in the chest and not the stomach is because of the big size difference between y/n and Adam, nifty would have to be fully raising her arms to get to Adams stomach). And that's when shut hit the fan.

When Adam felt the weight of something on his back, he got even more pissed off. Who the fuck would touch him at a time like this?! But when he turned around, the angered scowl in his faced turned to one of horror, immediately recognizing the ears and wings, it was you. All he could do was stand there, frozen. Until he wasn't, quickly dropping to his knees he screams in absolute horror. Gaining the attention of the gang and lute.

Lute screams the way she did when Adam died in the original, but some how able to fit even more pain and horror into it. She throws the crying nifty away from your body, which was being cuddled into Adam. But even when lute tries to get close, Adam shakes his head at her, shielding you more, now wrapping his slightly trembling wings around your corpse. All she can do is sit there with a look of shock and anger.

Mean while, the gang isn't doing any better. Angel had colopsed on the floor, sobbing and wailing. Husk wrapping his arms around him in an attempt to soothe him, but he couldn't really do that when he wasn't very stable either. Crying as well, struggling to keep his inner turmoil to himself. Charlie was in a similar state, the only difference being her full demon form appearing again. Vaggie crying along with her, though she didn't move, not knowing how to process the situation happening in front of her at the moment. Though instead of sadness, she is filled with anger. And Lucifer, oh deer god. Times what you're imagining by 100. Because it's not even close. He would've came over to Adam and lute to retrieve your body if it wasn't for the fact his anger immobilized him, his body and wings trembling tremendously as memories flash through his mind; those stupid but adorable pranks you pulled on him, when he always cooked with you, when he could cuddle you, when he could feel you, when you where still alive. It's a shame alastor wasn't there, but he'll find out soon enough.

With a angered filled gaze, Adam picks you up. Calling to the exercise that the extermination was over, flapping his wings with you in his arms as he flys to the portal, lust not far behind. This snaps the gang out of their trance, looking out in despair as Adam disappears with your corpse from their sight.

Once their in heaven, Adam quickly runs to his bed, setting you down. He looks over at you, some where in the back of his head, he knew you weren't coming back. But he had a little bit of hope, walking out of the room, but not before taking a glance at you, and walking off.

Little did any of them know, Sir Penctious wasn't the only one getting a second chance.

Note- good lord I am not okay.

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pretty-blkgirl · 9 months

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A Month Later…

PART ONE OF TWO

~Part Two~

//gn!reader x minsung//

Synopsis: When your ex boyfriends finally decide to contact you after a sudden breakup.

Genre: angst

Warnings: poly relationship, characters being insecure, unsupportive parent, crying, arguing, just overall sad af

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You much rather be at home right now, listening to sad music while crying your eyes out over your recent breakup.

A year-long relationship went in the blink of an eye. No warning signs, no indication that it was about to end. Everything was perfect until a week ago. Hell, even that morning was perfect.

The 20 minutes before it happened was perfect.

Everything was amazing until you sat down to “talk about some things”. You had a huge smile on your face because you had just got done eating your favorite dinner- which was prepared for you.

You were so happy. Literally on cloud 9 since the relationship began. Then it happened.

“I think we should break up”

Looking back on things, you hate how you handled it. Your face immediately dropped, then you laughed and begged for this to all be a joke. When you noticed how serious they looked, you swore the room started to spin.

Everything started to ache, from your heart to your head. You felt like throwing up, and incoming sobs started to form in your throat.

However, everything on the outside looked to be normal-ish with you. A couple of tears slipped, and your breathing got quicker, but besides that, you nodded curtly and left the apartment you used to spend every night at.

You wished you would have fought for the relationship. You wished you asked what was wrong, was it a misunderstanding or something?

You didn’t let all your feelings out until you got back to your apartment. You barely closed the door behind you when you collapsed to the ground.

You cried and screamed all night long, even having some neighbors come by to check on you.

It hurt so bad, even more so since the heartbreak was doubled.

You were with them both, Jisung and Minho. You remember the exact day you guys met.

You had a mutual friend; Chan. One day Chan expressed how he wanted you to meet his friends. He was always telling you about how he wanted to meet new people, and he swore that you’d love the group of boys.

After some days of convincing, you begrudgingly agreed.

A few days later, you were at his house waiting for his friends to show up. You ended up making your world-famous brownies- the ones Chan begged you to make whenever you’d come over. He was eating his third brownie when a group of men suddenly barged in the door.

The first one you saw was Changbin. You immediately thought he was handsome, but his body is what made you subtly bite your lip and shamelessly check him out.

He caught you, of course, and walked over with a shit-eating grin.

“You must be y/n?” He asked. You nod and offer him a brownie. He takes it and bites into it, eyes damn near popping out of his head when he does so.

“Yah Yongbok, you have some serious competition” He yelled out, making you flinch at his booming voice but laughing afterward.

Felix comes to you next, politely introducing himself and taking the brownie you offered. You could tell he loved it by the way his eyes lit up.

He was so beautiful, and his freckles only added to the warmness he gave off. He would spend the rest of the night talking to you about baking and gaming.

The next two were Seungmin and I.N. They were the youngest, and the very obvious menaces to society. They both tried your brownies and tried hard to make it seem like they didn’t like them. You giggled at their silly antics before they would both ask for more.

In all honesty, they were so pretty and polite. Much like Felix, there was a cuteness that made you want to take care of them.

Hyunjin confidently walked up to you and you questioned whether or not a human was in front of you or some sort of God of beauty.

He was perfect, being able to balance being cute and sexy at the same time. He went to try your brownie and you found yourself bursting out with laughter. He looked so sad when he ate, and it made you so happy.

He laughed along with you, and you couldn’t feel more comfortable about the group so far.

That is until they came to you.

One wearing a kind smile and the other looked like intimidation personified. They were like night and day to you.

Jisung reminded you of the color orange, bright and free. He seemed so nice and excited to see you. It made you want to trust him immediately, it made you want to just engulf him in a hug.

Minho reminded you of purple, dark, and reserved. He wasn’t mean in the slightest, but you could tell he cared a lot about the people he loved and was a bit weary of you.

Aside from that, they were both so gorgeous. All the breath in your chest disappeared when you initially saw them. You knew something was gonna happen with them, something told you.

The rest of the night consisted of you getting close to the boys, and by the time they left, you had considered all of them to be your friends.

You got all of their numbers and ended up receiving a text from Jisung the next morning.

That’s how your year-long relationship started. The best year of your life.

You would start talking to Jisung first, and Minho would come just a little while later. They were already established, and at first, you didn’t want to ruin their relationship by adding yourself to it. But they insisted, and your heart was telling you to take the chance.

You won’t regret the relationship at all. It was truly the best relationship you’ve ever been in. You honestly didn’t think it could get any better.

You all rarely fought, you spent so much time together despite your busy schedules and were more than comfortable taking some time for yourselves when you needed to.

No favorites were being played, ever. You loved them equally and you know they felt the same about you.

So why did they do that? Why did they call you over to their apartment early Saturday morning?

Why did they look so happy when you walked into the house? They didn’t kiss you, but they hugged you so tight. Why did Minho make your favorite breakfast?

Why did Jisung make your favorite lunch?

Why did they both make your favorite dinner? Why did they stare at you as you ate? Why did they bring you to the living room as soon as you finished?

And why did they break your heart like that?

These were all floating around in your mind since it happened.

You didn’t plan on seeing them ever again. You made sure to tell the group what happened so you’d be warned if there was any possibility that you’d run into them.

Bless the boys, they did everything they could to support you and your ex-lovers. They showed no favoritism and made sure to comfort you just as much as they did them.

Felix told you they were hurting, and you’re sure he told them the same thing.

This wasn’t your fault though. They broke up with you and didn’t even try to contact you for the entire month that you’ve been separated.

Until this morning.

You now sit on the same couch where everything went down. Jisung and Minho look like they’ve been crying.

No one speaks for a while until you dare to talk, “You called me here. Say what you have to say”

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writingintheshadowsforever · 9 months

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Imagine Abby thinking you sacrificed your live to save hers

Abby took slow steps towards the edge of the same cliff she'd watched. You throw yourself over just a few seconds ago followed by at least twenty to thirty runners and clickers. She counted each second after that in her head waiting to catch a glimpse of your hand appearing at the top.

Five went by and still there was no sign you somehow managed to pull off the impossible. Abby didn't believe in God or praying, but she was willing to try anything right now. If it would bring you back to her in one piece. She dropped to her knees just a foot short of the edge taking a fistful of her own jacket. Tears clouded her vision as a guttural scream ripped free from her throat. A cry. A desperate plea to the heavens above for a miracle.

Abby refused to believe you were truly gone. She was never good at being open with her feelings, but it got even worse after the death of her father. After losing him Abby shut down completely leading to her break-up with Owen, and months of isolation from her friends. It took a year for the other wolves to get her to warm up to them after her and Owen joined up with the group.

But you were the one who slipped past her defenses right into her heart. Every single wall Abby built to stop herself from ever falling for someone so hard. To the point where the mere thought of losing them made her to curl up in a ball, and cry. Crumbled in your presence until just the sight of you smiling at her caused a red tint to coat her cheeks.

She had a bad feeling about this particular patrol when Issac gave her the location. He was sending the two of you to search making sure it was still clear of infected. An old rotting building the wolves used as a main outpost at once, until the Seraphites pushed them back. But in the past couple of months the WLF were able to gain some ground in the ongoing war, and this was one of the areas. They had managed to regain control over, and Issac wanted to establish dominance now while he had the chance. The building had way too many entry points Abby could see for a mile away. Instead of deciding to turn back and return with a bigger group. She led you into the infected death trap where the two of you were separated. When the horde descended out of nowhere, and a few moments later out of ammo armed with just her fists. Abby found herself cornered about to be devoured.

You came out of nowhere dropping out of a hole in the ceiling right behind the horde. Without hesitation you drew them in shooting your gun into the air. The shots ranging out drew every single last one of them away from her, and then you tore out of the building still shooting. They followed with growls and rumbling moans.

Abby took down as many as she could, but without a viable weapon there was nothing she could do to help you.

Now you were gone and would never the truth about how she felt about you. You were dead because of her. The image of you being caught in the mob of infected while falling to your death flashed through her mind. Abby fell over resting her forehead on the in the freezing snow as a sob racked through her body. She just hoped you had a quick death, and felt no pain. You deserved better.

So caught up on in grieving your death the usual always on alert wolf didn't pick up. On the sound of a pair of footsteps approaching her in almost frantic run. Nor did she register your voice or your hands gripping both sides of her face. Pulling her upright to face you, and it was then when her blue eyes bored into your own soft ones wide with worry. She realized you were still alive, and the water works got even worse.

"Abby what's wrong? Did one of them bite you? Abby please tell me you're not infected after what I just went through. Abbs talk to me" You pleaded with your best friend. Your hands fell from her face to search the rest of her body looking for any tears in her clothing, and a bite mark. Thankfully you found none, but it still made no sense to you why she was crying so hard.

"Abby hey its okay I'm here" You whispered brushing a few strands of light brown hair out of her face. Leaning forward to press a quick kiss to her forehead as your arms wrapped her shoulders. Abby clung to you as the sobbing began to subside.

Eventually Abby recovered enough to pull away from your embrace. The next thing she did baffled you more than anything. Before you could get to your feet your body was sprawled out in the snow. You looked up at the muscular girl a mixture of confusion and anger dancing in your eyes. She had shoved you onto your back, and it wasn't a playful shove either. Abby meant it with hurtful intent.

"What the hell was that for?" You snapped propping yourself up on your elbows. Abby towered over you her bottom lip quivering.

"You nearly got yourself killed idiot" she shouted.

"Yeah and I saved your damn life in the process. A thank you would be nice." You replied back not holding back your own attitude. This wasn't an argument you intended to lose.

"I never asked you to do that" Abby shot back.

"The alternative would've been watching you die. Would you had rather I'd done that?"

"Yes anytime you have to choose between saving me or yourself. You choose yourself I'm not worth dying for y/n" she yelled jabbing a finger at you. Her rage no longer hidden beneath the surface anymore. It had broke free letting you see she wasn't just upset by your actions, but genuinely angry.

You were on your feet now. "That's bull Abby for some many reasons, but even if I wanted too. I couldn't what kind of partner would that make me?"

" I don't care about any of that y/n. I only care about you okay" She gripped you by your forearms bringing your body to hers. You wouldn't have been able to resisted if you wanted. "You're not just a friend to me okay, you're so much more than that. I-" Abby paused short of finishing what you both knew she was about to say.

But once those words were spoken there was no going back, and Abby wasn't ready for that this whole situation had gotten out of control. More than she ever wanted to and the only thing she could do now to make sure things stayed normal between you and her was walk away.

So that's exactly what she did.

Abby released her hold on your arms letting you step back from her. Both of you were breathing heavily as you regarded her with sympathy and curiosity.

"Just don't do anything dumb like that again okay. You're a one of our best. We can't afford to lose you" Abby murmured. Then she turned around and started walking back towards the outpost.

I can't afford to lose you

She hadn't said it but you heard it along with the underlying tone of softness in her voice. Abby Anderson was in love with you.

You were sure of it now, and she was going to admit to you one way or another.

#abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou2 #tlou2 x reader

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fuckzachariah · 5 months

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xvi. hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone ; @aleburton

When Zach came to two days later, the world was too loud before he'd even opened his eyes to face it. The pain was unbelievable. His head pounded, he was so dehydrated his organs felt shrunken, and there wasn't a spot on his body he could feel that didn't scream at him. There was beeping, shuffling feet, flipping papers and idle chatter, the light searing through his thin lids overhead. His heart dropped; he remembered it all at once. Or, at least, what he'd been awake for. He hoped Alex had blacked out the same moment he had, he prayed to a God he didn't have that she wasn't hurt. He shot bolt upright, eyes flying open, a tube popping from a vein somewhere. "Zach! Jesus, fuck-" Ryan flew across the room to him, pressing a button on the way to call a nurse. "Alex-" he croaked, panic swelling in him. "She's okay. She's alive, anyway." Zach's eyes filled with tears, the gravity of it all coming crushing down on him so suddenly it felt like a heart attack. Alex leaving, his mom, the baby, Zach almost killing them both for it all. "What the fuck," he rasped helplessly, his head falling into his hands. His body shook with the anguish. "What the fuck." Ryan had never seen him break like this before. He wrapped his slumped form into an embrace and held him in silence as he sobbed until the nurse came in.

He was held in the hospital for weeks. He needed surgery on his skull fracture, internal injuries and spinal cord damage. His whiplash, concussion and broken ribs could only be healed with time. When he was awake between high doses of pain killers and anaesthetics, he remained almost religiously silent, inverting in on himself in a way he hadn't previously considered possible. He could think of a million ways to kill himself, and took comfort in them constantly, but he knew he couldn't act on them. Even if Alex never spoke to him again, she didn't deserve that. And what was his life for now if not ensuring he never caused her pain again after all the pain it was too late to take back? And then there was the kid. When he wasn't fantasizing about his own violent end, he thought of the unborn child and what he could possibly fucking do to save it. The rest of the time, he just wished he was high. The opioids helped.

Kylie saw the news about his crash and insisted on coming to see him, even after he begged her not to. Even after the begging got mean. She cried in silence and held his hand while he barely kept his eyes open through the drug-haze, muttering into his knuckles that she wished she'd said anything else but what she did. If he was conscious enough, he'd tell her it didn't matter what she said. She could've come to the house and used her body as a barrier, but he still would've done what he was going to do. If she was going to be around, this was the first lesson she had to learn. Zach would do whatever the fuck he wanted to do, even when he pleaded with himself to take someone else's advice for once. He would always do the wrong thing no matter who had to pay for it. No matter what the price was. But he wasn't conscious enough to utter a single intelligible word. She would have to learn the hard way.

Because Alex wouldn't talk to him, he tried to needle Eden for wellness checks on her. The guilt was like nothing else in the world. It crushed him until he could throw up from the pressure. He'd never felt so much like he'd died without dying. All he could do was count down the days until his body worked well enough that he could leave and destroy it all over again. Mania spiked. He'd kill himself one way or another, intentional or not. One of the worst, the hardest, things to face had been Amanda. She wasn't angry like Peter, wasn't disgusted like his mother. She was heartbroken. She cried and held his hands and spoke to him in a low voice, and he was so fucking sick of seeing people cry and holding their hands when he'd been the one to fuck them up. The guilt. The guilt was just incredible.

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As it turned out, his old tricks worked a treat. Kind of. Zach was only certain this time that he was heading towards an end: his body would shut down of its own accord, unable to persist through all he forced it to endure any longer. It would, one day, simply refuse. And that would be that - he would be blameless in the crime of his death. In the meantime, he put on a good show. Non-sobriety was his new normal, his old normal. He couldn't be conscious for more than a few minutes without itching for something to snatch it all away, and he was conscious most of the time, sleep evading him like a game of cat and mouse. He sank back into Aubrey's bed and only ever hung out with Luke and Sarah, ignoring anything good; his revived career, his something-or-other with Kylie, his relationship with Amanda. Even Ryan was neglected. If he was lucky, death would bite him before the kid was born, and he wouldn't be around to feel the guilt of it at all.

The clubs were as good as home. They all blurred into one; he rarely left them. Only to shower, change, then go back out again. Zach was flat out against a club wall, the paper sweating with condensation and bleeding through his shirt, Aubrey's tending to the beads of sweat forming on his neck with her tongue. She always waited, waited, until he was fucked up enough to let her back in; she'd once been an advocate for his recovery, but once she saw the crack in the surface she could filter in through, she pried it open two-fisted. He groaned, the sensation pleasant but dull behind the charge of all the drugs and the predictability. He could be on any number of pills and powders, accepting most that was given to him and never sobering up from the night before. Once he'd grown bored, he took her by the throat and pried her away, eyes scanning over her shoulder for Luke and Sarah. He found them, leading Aubrey over. Tasha came up behind them, slick and hazy-eyed from her own rendezvous elsewhere.

They came into one on the dance floor. He liked the dance floor. The music too loud, free to move and have others move against him and not say or be obligated to do a fucking thing. His head fell back, face at the mercy of the neon lights, hands on the slight waist of someone. He forgot who. But when he looked down, he was sort of tickled to see Sarah, her own head lolling back against his chest, mouth popped open, her hips swilling in time with his. He'd never really considered her like this; compromised, uninhibited, someone who might cheat on her boyfriend with him. Once, Sarah would've been entirely off-limits to him. Now, he didn't really give a fuck. He leaned down, into her ear. "This is new," he muttered, his voice shot from all the powder in his throat. She smiled lazily, not opening her eyes. "Fuck Luke," she answered, resolute. It surprised him. She'd endured so much bullshit over the years - what was the end of her tether? Her gaze wandered and his followed, and in a darkened booth, Tasha and Aubrey sat either side of Luke, legs hooked over both his thighs, tongues disappearing up behind his respective ears. Zach's eyebrows jumped.

"Fuck Luke," he agreed heartily. It was flagrant and disrespectful in a way Luke had always avoided when hurting Sarah in the past. Luke had thrown himself into Zach's self-destruction with wholehearted enthusiasm; if the superstar could fall from grace, he could too. He was always looking for an excuse to do something fucked up, to ruin everything, and Zach had seemingly given him the green light. A flash of an opportunity presented itself to Zach; something bad enough that it could make him feel alive for more than a few seconds. So he touched Sarah in a way he was sure she'd never been touched before. His hand over her stomach, hips, waist, pressing down and following a pattern he'd learned on a girl he couldn't even think the name of without wanting to throw up. His other wreathed her lithe throat until she spun on the spot on her pin-heels to face him, and her head tipped back to find his eyes. "Fuck Luke," she mumbled again, Zach's thumb already finding its way into her mouth as his thigh slotted between hers and pushed. She whined at the friction. "Whatever you say, baby."

Then something caught his eye. Through the sea of bodies, for just a split second, he was absolutely positive of what he saw. The girl from the night of the crash, almost a foot above the other girls; her sharp, slender eyes and permanently rude mouth scanning the room. He wasn't prepared to sacrifice the promise of fucking Sarah just yet; the moral disaster promised to be too sweet, too good of a distraction from the rest of his guilt. So he didn't abandon her. "Hang on," he murmured, leading her to the edge of the dance floor. He couldn't fucking believe it. Luke, Aubrey and Tasha stood talking to the two of them; the girl and Alex. Alive, no visible injuries, so fucking devastating he wished he'd died that night so he didn't have to see her, now. "Oh, fucking hell," Sarah said. "Absolutely, fucking hell," Zach reiterated.

#para

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audinosaur · 1 year

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seijoh road trip ¡!

(bc i’m on a super long car ride right now)

let’s start with seating arrangements (assume they’re in an suv or something bc those maniacs would not be able to fit in anything small)

iwaizumi’s driving (i don’t think this needs an explanation)

matsukawa’s in the passengers seat. always. he’s the oldest sibling so therefore the front seat is his god-given right, sitting in the back is just too foreign for him

(he’d also put together a pretty nice playlist for the trip let’s be honest)

kindaichi’s also usually a front seater (when he drives w his family), but with anyone else he prefers the very back row. it’s nice and secluded :)

plus he always sits next to kunimi, and kunimi needs the seclusion

speaking of needs, yahaba gets car sick ridiculously easy, so he needs to be next to a window so he can have easy vomiting access

like actually, the slightest bump or turn will make him throw up.

watari’s right there next to him (he’s the only one sane enough & versatile enough to handle being in the very center of everything)

oikawa’s sitting behind iwaizumi, partially to be a helpful navigator and partially to annoy the fuck outta him

makki’s in the third row. i don’t have much to say about this, he’s just chill. you could put him on the hood of the car and he’d be all “this is cool man”

kyoutani’s in the trunk lol

he’s a trunk guy?? he’d sit back there with his dog and enjoy being away from everyone (plus he kinda hates the feel of seatbelts, they’re too constrictive)

(“that’s kind of the fucking point kyou”)

(“you are literally turning green go puke your guts out yahaba”)

hanamaki is the king of snacks. chips? he’s got em. chocolates? he’s got em. cookies? he’s got em. that boys bag is the equivalent to mary poppins’, the snacks just keep coming

funnily enough he can never remember to bring a phone charger

(chargers are kunimi’s department)

kunimi’s blasting music/white noise/anything into his earbuds the entire ride. he NEEDS his shit to be charged because he’s not about to listen to people talking (read: arguing) for hours on end

kindaichi’s always the one who had to go to the bathroom immediately after they leave the rest stop

“why didn’t you go back there??”

“I DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THEN-”

when everyone falls asleep iwaizumi likes to listen to true crime podcasts

the only thing is, watari is physically incapable of falling asleep in cars (i am projecting) so he just has to listen in horror as a narrator describes the most gruesome, bloody murders he’s ever heard

they accidentally left kindaichi behind once at a gas station (it was only for 5 minutes, but he sobbed uncontrollably)

after that they made sure to do a head count at every stop

every half hour oikawa will get bored and make them all play games like i spy, 20 questions, truth or dare (mostly truths), etc.

cue kyouhaba crawling over the seats to beat the shit out of each other during punch buggy

kunimi’s splayed over kindaichi for half of the trip

so hanamaki will be having a conversation with kindaichi and trying so hard to ignore the fact that kunimi’s head is in his lap and the former is combing his fingers through the latters hair

oikawa switches out to drive so that iwaizumi can sleep for a bit, but ends up screaming at some dumb crap another car did and is banned from the wheel (road rage oikawa supremacy!)

kyoutani’s the “are we there yet?” person. every ten minutes he’ll ask how much longer until they stop

when they do stop, he’ll just go run a lap or two. then come back ten times happier than before, he just needs to stretch his legs !!

mattsun will look up fun facts about each place they visit to entertain everyone :) he’ll be very “dad”-ish about it, like “woaahh, listen to this kids” and “jeez louise that’s a cool little nugget of information”

(we need more dorky matsukawa he’s a total fucking nerd sometimes)

he likes to recline his seat all the way back just to piss yahaba off (he moves it back upright but only after making the second year say please)

yahaba practically falls to the ground when they pull over at rest stops. everyone will go get food/water and pee and he’ll still be kneeling on the pavement holding his stomach when they get back

(when i said the guy gets car sick i MEANT CAR SICK)

in between podcast episodes, iwaizumi will look back at all his sleeping teammates (and a mortified watari) and just think about how much he loves his friends :))

#this got very long sorry :’D #i just love them so much #seijoh #aoba johsai #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #yahaba shigeru #watari shinji #oikawa tooru #hanamaki takahiro #kyoutani kentarou #kyouhaba #kinkuni #haikyuu!!

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marshmallow---pillow · 16 days

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Philautia I

Warnings: Torture, Drug Abuse, Child Abuse, Implied Non-con

Summary: Red Hood Jason finding his alternate bby version in Arkham, Gen, Hurt/Comfort

word count: ~1500

His body hurts, it hurts so fucking much, and tears of humiliation burn in his eyes when he registers the sticky dampness on his pants. His wrists are purple and blue and red from where the rope is digging into them, he feels like he's a mermaid from the classics he used to read to the kids back when he was Robin, back when he was a person —his legs and the rest of him are two separate things.

He's cold and he's burning and the floor is so cold and it fucking hurts, there's someone making god-awful sounds, animalistic and guttural. He realizes distantly that it's him, but he can't stop. They're ripping out of him, like someone's reaching far below his diaphragm and wrenching them out and he can barely breathe —it's not like anyone's going to listen anyway, the room's so fucking dark and he doesn't know how long the punishment will last.

Even muffled, his wails get worse, he's been left for days in there, he doesn't get fed, he doesn't get to clean himself up, and he barely gets to breathe.

The gag's fucking filthy and it smells so fucking foul and it's soaking the blood from his mouth and he can taste the bitterness and the copper intermixing. He gags on it but nothing comes out, the cloth's stuffed so far down his throat.

Time loses its meaning as he lies there, sobbing his life out, on the grimy cell floor. Blood intermingling with the filth. He sobs and sobs and screams as if it's ever gotten anyone to help before. Until he feels as if his tear ducts are burning and he's too tired to do that anymore.

So he ends up whimpering like a beaten dog, he can't make himself get up. He can barely lift his head, the room's behind a haze, his body throbs distantly, and his throat still manages to find the energy to work out the god-awful sounds.

He's too exhausted to move when the door opens and someone pauses at the entrance, too exhausted when they make up their mind and walk towards him, he's tired, he's just so tired.

Maybe the man will fuck him and leave, maybe that'll be it, maybe they'll let him out then, he can clean up then, maybe they'll let him have something to eat. His stomach aches, he can't remember the last time he was allowed to eat. He's so hungry, he's always hungry. His head hurts so much.

There's a tug at the gag and it's being pulled out of his mouth, he feels it burn against his swollen gums, feels it scratch and open the wounds on his cracked lips.With the gag gone, the sounds return anew, uncontrollable, worse than before, and his body's shuddering at the force of them, he feels the bile make its way up his throat and he's retching, throwing up days' worth of rot on what he realizes is the man's pants. He's fucked, he's so fucked, he's ruined all his chances of being fed. He's fucked himself.

There's a hand on his back and his entire body seizes at the touch, it burns and he's about to be hurt and he wants to curl into it.

"It's okay, kiddo, it's alright, it was just an accident, I'm not mad—"

His new captor is cruel. The beatings don't hurt as much as words do and people like him love to dig their knives deep into him and twist them and leave him bleeding all over.

And he falls for it every single time.

"I'm going to undo the binds now", the voice is weird, modulated—he realizes. His new captor is a rogue, nothing surprising.

Surprisingly, the hands move to his wrists and the rope's being loosened up and slipped off his shredded wrists. The binds on his feet get the same treatment.

He just lies there, pliant, waiting for the hits to land. There's a hand in his hair, encompassing the matted locks and it ghosts over the bumps and the puckered skin of the cuts and starts lightly rubbing his scalp. It feels so gentle and his body goes boneless. The hits will come when they'll come. Right now he wants to pretend that the hands are kind.

The hand brushes the unkempt hair out of his eyes. "Hey bud, can you hear me ?"

Something rough wipes the muck on his face. Slow and careful.

Gloved fingers are being slipped underneath his hand. They feel rough and padded."Could you give it a squeeze if you do?"

It's phrased like a question, as if the man won't have his hide if doesn't, despite being clearly conscious.

He squeezes it. And then tries to lift his head to see the man for good measure.

Everything's hazy and the man is all but a black blob with splashes of red mixed in.

"That's good, bud, that's very good, I'm going to pick you up now, we'll get you cleaned and patched up in no time"

The hand hasn't stopped stroking his head and the world is all but a cacophony of sounds. He tries to curl into the hand, tries to feel it all over his scalp, and tries to soak up the warmth.

Touch never brings anything good, touch is a prelude to pain, he knows that.

He tries to press himself into it as if it'll change that. The hand leaves his face. No, no he wants it back, it was warm and gentle and he's so much colder now, he wants it back.

He scrambles madly and almost lands face-first in the slippery vomit. He surges forward and his hands find the leg and he's barely formed a grip when it jolts back.He hears someone stumble, footsteps thudding heavily, this time he lands on the floor.

His temple hits the grimy tiles and the shock reverberates throughout his body and his legs start screaming at him. But he's too busy bawling his eyes out to pay it much mind.

It's stupid, he fucking knew it was going to happen, he was just humoring himself, nobody would touch a filthy thing like him.

It's fine, he's getting out already, he'll be able to clean himself up, and he'll have a drink from the restroom taps.

Sobs start tearing out of him again, raw and anguished. It doesn't stop the cold gnawing inside him.

He curls into himself. Maybe he still had some of the warmth, he was an idiot trying to reach for it when it was all right here.

He's kidding with himself and he knows it. It's too cold, he's shivering, it's just so cold.

There are hands on him again and he can barely breathe. They try to pry his hands from his sides but he doesn't want to let go of the bit of warmth he's managed to save.

They leave him and a voice sighs, he cries harder.

Suddenly hands are sliding under him, and he tries to press himself to the source of warmth. He feels himself being lifted, and he's being settled against something soft and warm.

He blinks blearily, trying to see past the clumped lashes, he's in someone's arms, he couldn't hold his cries in even if he wanted to, there's a hand on his back now, rubbing circles in between his shoulder blades. He just presses his face into the dark material of the shirt and waits for the nails to bruise.

"I'm sorry, you startled me, I'm so sorry, I'm not going to hurt you, you're doing great, we're gonna get you cleaned and patched up and then something to eat—"

The man's standing now and feels himself being carried. The puddle of vomit starts growing distant. He realizes with a jolt that they're heading towards the exit. The man is shushing him kindly.

"—it's gotta be my favorite place to read, with the window and the view and everything, I have a feeling you'd love to read, you'll have to tell me your favorite books—"

He's probably smearing filth on the man's shirt but the man just keeps. on. talking.

He keeps walking and walking until the puddle disappears, walks until the room disappears, until he can't tell where they're going anymore.

The man keeps on talking.

He should be afraid, he threw up on the man, and he's ruining the man's clothes. The man should be, by all means, angry, at him. He's being carried instead, despite the heavy stature and the uneven floors, he isn't jostled once.

The man's talking about house plants.His lungs have mostly started to cooperate. And the man's still talking.

His head feels as if it's filled with cotton. But the voice is so soft and even and it washes over him and lulls his brain into a weird floaty state.

He doesn't care if the man's about to flay him alive, there's a hand scratching at his scalp and he's so warm, warmer than he has been in ages.

/|\ ^._.^ /|\

End Notes:

Jay wakes up clean in the softest clothes he's ever had. Wrapped in a dozen blankets. To see a very familiar face sharpening a huge fuck-you skinning knife. He's throughly convinced it's a dream and thus doesn't put up much of a fight as the double fusses over him and feeds him soup and reads him to sleep.

On an unrelated note. The Joker's found skinned and trussed up like a turkey at the GCPD's doorstep. Jason's too busy reading whatever books he can find on Teenage Trauma to join the celebrations.

Philautia: [Gr] Love of self

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#jason todd #arkham knight #arkhamverse #red hood #dc #Jason adopting his bby version #Also posted on ao3 as a series #Kay's scribbles

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I am connecting the dots to make Shineivy’s death so angsty

This was on a patrol with Fierchasm who had just become a warrior at 15 moons which is later than most apprentices. She was also mentored by Riftstar

Shineivy likely had just recovered from birth that moon or maybe a moon before as her kits were 4-5 moons when she died.

Fiercechasm has the adventurous trait.

So here’s my idea- as likely one of her very first patrols post becoming a warrior Fiercechasm is sent on a patrol with Shineivy.

Likely Riftstar has to send out some patrols with Fogtail still heavily mourning rainstripe. Maybe he’s even hesitant to send Shineivy because she’s his mate and she just recovered from having kits but they don’t have the warriors to spare as likely pointed out by even Shineivy herself. So, for safety he has her sent with a warrior he knows he can trust to keep her safe- Fiercechasm.

It’s a simple patrol but precautions should be made especially in Leafbare. Still, Fierchasm is excited for her first patrol as a warrior. She’s not just an apprentice she’s equal to all the other warriors and can go any which way she desires.

When the weather starts picking up Shineivy points it out first but Fiercechasm, far too elated to be on this patrol as a warrior and feeling the urge to see explore more,insists they keep going.

Yet the storm picks up and the two are forced to hide in a cave for cover. The cave is then buried with snow leaving them trapped.

As they huddle together for warmth Shineivy may tell Fiercechasm to not fall asleep because she may not wake again if she does. And they both promise to keep the other awake. Yet, just for a moment Fiercechasm allows herself to close her eyes and she falls asleep

Eventually Fiercechasm would awaken shivering with snow coated on her fur but alive. Some snow had toppled down revealing a way out of the cave. When she notices Shineivy’s limp body she doesn’t worry at first and may even find it humorous, both promised not to fall asleep but both did. Something they can both laugh about when Shineivy wakes up

Yet Shineivy is not moving, and not breathing, Fierchasm tries to feel for a heart but finds nothing. Though she’s not a medicine cat so who knows. (She does. She does. But she’ll deny it as long as possible) she instead starts trying to drag Shineivy’s body out of the cave to get help. (If she doesn’t do it now will she get a chance to bury the body later…)

Likely Fiercechasm is intercepted by a patrol who is searching for her. With how harsh the storm was ,even Riftstar knew sending out warriors to search for his mate would be a death sentence but as soon as the storm clears warriors are sent out to find any signs of where they are..

And of course they find Fiercechasm struggling to drag Shineivy’s body with her and even without a medicine cat it is easy to tell that Shineivy is gone.

(This went on for longer then I thought lol. Hopefully my ramblings made some sort of sense)

OHHHHHHH MY GOD OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD- SOBBING SCREAMING THROWING UP

Fiercechasm's voice shaking from the cold while she tries to reassure Shine that they're almost home. Shineivy not responding, but that's- that's fine.

The idea of her thinking this would be such a funny story to tell when they got home- the two of them falling asleep in the cave despite their promise not to. Shineivy- bright eyed and snarky as always, would make some silly joke about how she'd earned a nap for putting up with a pebble-brained young warrior like her, and Fiercechasm would laugh because somehow the older molly's jokes always managed to make her feel warm inside- I'M PUNCHING WALLS.

WHO WAS ON THE SEARCH PATROL??? Like, I can't imagine Riftstar NOT going, but also Plum DEFINITELY volunteers-

NOW I'M IMAGINING RIFTSTAR'S FACE WHEN THE PATROL FOUND THEM, IM GONNA EAT DRYWALL AND SOB

#wyrmasks #trinomew #shineivy #fiercechasm #riftstar #GOD

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