#// i'm just for real not able to have my head sunk into and wrapped around politics and arguing it 24/7

[tintysun]

This is such a weird time for me. I'm getting flashbacks of all the different personalities that were brought up in the past, including but not limited to: AOC, Bernie Sanders, Chelsea Manning, Edward Snowden... It's somehow starting to feel like a very small world. (And bizarre Deja Vus.)

[jinnie-ret]

Could you write about a 9th member reader who is trained to do cool stunt work so on stages or for mv filming they're in what looks like a dangerous situation so skz panic not knowing that the reader is trained and perfectly safe?

daredevil

stray kids x ninth member!reader

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 1k

summary: the boys never expected that their shy noona could be such a daredevil

Thank you so much for this request!!! Sorry it's taken me long but I hope you enjoy it!

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MAIN MASTERLIST

Stray Kids had spent all day filming the music video for Cheese, and you were wondering how the boys would react to you filming your solo parts this evening. You see, they didn't know about your other talents that laid outside of working in the music industry. As soon as you could, you had gained your license to be able to ride a motorcycle, inspired by your mum and dad who could also ride them - it was how they met.

With your normal shy and quiet personality, the boys affectionately looked after you, you could say. Even though you were the same age as Minho. This could have been what prompted and inspired the staff to get the 98 liners to film with the motorbike. Minho was up first, looking cool as usual.

"Let's go Minho hyung!" Jisung cheered from the sidelines, as you all watched him pose and mouth his lyrics in the car park like scene.

"Wahhh, hyung looks so cool," Jeongin nodded and clapped a bit, as Minho broke out into a shy smile after finishing, a real contrast.

"Wait, so noona is going up next?" Felix asked curiously.

"Yeah, they wanted me and Minho to film similar scenes," you smiled, scratching the back of you neck bashfully.

A staff member came over with a helmet for you.

"Aw noona is going to be wearing a helmet?" Changbin patted your head with the helmet now on.

"It's too big for her," Hyunjin laughed, as you cutely shook your head with the helmet bobbing around. Because of this the staff gave you the helmet you normally wear, which the boyd assumed was customised by the stylists rather than you, who had painted cute flower stickers on it.

"Why is it so cute?" Seungmin laughed, looking down at you, as you smiled shyly and headed over to the motorbike.

The staff directed you to pretend you were riding it, knowing fully well that you could. You had to let the company know that you had gotten a license. But it never really came up into conversation with the boys, and you weren't really one to talk about yourself, maybe that was another similarity you shared with Minho.

The camera followed you as you revved up the engine and started driving down the car park, the boys letting out yells and gasps of worry. You let out a cheer as you did so, which the others assumed was more of a cry for help.

"Y/Nnie noona!"

"Y/N!!"

"Someone help her stop!"

"Ah no no no!!!"

Yet you successfully stopped it and swerved with a smirk on your face as you pulled up the visor of your helmet, the staff clapping for you as you did so.

It still hadn't really sunk in to the boys that you in fact knew what you were doing. And so, they ran up to you.

"Y/Nnie, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Chan wrapped an arm around her shoulder, helping her take the helmet off and expecting to see you crying, when in fact you were laughing.

"Why are you laughing? You could have died!" Minho reprimanded, eyes glaring into your soul.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," you stopped laughing and waved off their concerns.

"How? You just... you-" Jisung malfunctioned, shocked at the sight of what you just did.

"Guys, I'm fine, I have a license for this," you shrugged it off casually, not wanting all their attention on you. But they wouldn't let you off so easily.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Hyunjin said with wide eyes, hand over his heart.

"Didn't really think there was a time to say it..." you trailed off sheepishly.

"How about when you got your license? Or when Minho was filming?" Seungmin pointed out.

"Oh yeah..." you blushed, habitually scratching the back of your neck.

"How can you act so shy after being so cool?" Felix giggled, looking at your slightly hunched figure sat on the motorbike.

"Super shu, super shy!" Changbin burst out into dong, making everyone else laugh at him, Jisung whacking his shoulder.

"Noona you have to teach me!" Jeongin joyfully said, everyone immediately going 'no!'.

"Well I could-" you began to say.

"No! Don't corrupt our maknae!" Jisung playfully restrained Jeongin, dragging him slightly away from you.

"Hey, I'd be a good teacher!" you pout, folding your arms as you took off your helmet.

"I don't doubt that, Y/Nnie," Chan affectionately patted your head, smoothing out your hair that had become ruffled.

"I can't believe our noona can ride a motorbike!" Hyunjin shook his head, still not believing it.

"Nobody would believe it if we told them!" Seungmin agreed.

"I can't believe you showed me up like that. I just sat on the motorbike and you rode it!" Minho facepalmed, feeling shy.

"You looked pretty whilst doing it though," you quietly complimented him.

"Aw our noona is so sweet," Felix teased, smiling at you.

"Is Y/Nnie flirting with me?" Minho smirked.

"No no no," you waved them off shoving the helmet back on your head and hiding your face, folding your arms.

"Oh no! She's disappeared!" Changbin shouted, nearly making you fall off of the bike from the shock of him suddenly yelling.

"Hahaha, Binnie you nearly knocked out Y/Nnie noona!" Chan laughed as he caught you.

"Ok I'm taking my helmet off again," you signed, taking it off and holding a hand over your heart, much like Hyunjin was earlier.

"This really is the most unexpected thing, I still can't comprehend it," Jeongin shook his head.

"Stays are gonna be shocked too, aren't they?" you wonder.

"They won't be expecting it all, I mean we all didn't..." Jisung nodded.

After that day if filming the boys became suspicious of you, jokingly of course, asking you questions thinking you lived a secret double life, but once you explained about how your parents had licenses too, it all made sense to them, and they felt like it should have been obvious from the start, that such a shy girl was secretly a daredevil.

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng

[abbystromboli]

♥ 3am cuddles - M.S ♥

word count: 645

Pairing: Matt sturniolo x Fem!reader

warnings!: swearing, angst, nightmares, mentions of death, cuddling, I think thats all but lmk

A.N: I kinda trauma dumped with the dream lol

Summery: after a heated arguement with Matt, you have a horrible nightmare that only he can comfort you about.

"Matt do you hear yourself right now?!? you're ridiculous!" You scream from across the room. You're nearing hour three of this stupid argument with your boyfriend, Matt.

It had all started when you hadn't instantly told off a guy who was trying to get your number at a store. Once you and Matt had gotten back to the rental house that you all were having a little vacation in, the argument started, and Matt had started yelling about if you were even committed enough to this relationship, to which you snapped back with the fact that Matt hadn't even told his triplet brothers that you two were dating, and that didn't seem like commitment you.

Three hours in and neither of you were backing down, Chris, Nate and Nick had gotten home earlier but conveniently walked right past you two, guessing that you'd need space.

"Well why the hell don't you do something about it then?" you screamed "if I'm do fucking non-comital, than maybe you should date someone who meets your standards!" Matts face, already red from yelling, glowed a deep shade of magenta

"For fucks sake y/n after all this you have the audacity to act like I don't care? I don't fucking leave you because I'm in love with you." your mouth fell open. How the fuck do I have such bad luck? the first time my boyfriend ever says that he loves me is probably the last, he's probably gonna dump me.

"listen, Matt-" you started before he left the room with a slam of the door. tears flooded into your eyes. This vacation couldn't be going any worse. no, it could get worse, and it probably would. with your luck, by tomorrow he'll have texted you something to the effect of "Its not me, its you." you slunk back up to your room. regrettably you weren't even able to have a good cry, because your room was right next to matt's. you fell onto bed, only bothering to throw off your shoes before you did so, and sank into a deep dream.

the dream was so vivid, you were there in the waiting room of a hospital, sobbing. All of your friends were there to, stone faced and scared looking. You saw a sunked faced sad looking nurse walk in. she turned to you and said in a shaky voice, "I'm so sorry Dear, but he's gone. Matt died." You sank to the floor and screamed, this couldn't be real. it couldn't.

"Y/N! Y/N! WAKE UP" a loud whisper woke you and with a jump, you realized that it was Matt.

"are you Ok? You just... screamed, and before that I could hear you talking in your sleep, you were saying my name." he said as he sank down next you.

"oh Matt, it was horrible" you sobbed, grabbing hold of him and pulling him into your embrace. he wrapped his strong hands around you and just sat there, cradling you for what seemed like hours. after you finally were able to breath, you raised your head from his chest.

"Matt, I am so sorry for everything i sa-" but you were cut off by his hand on your chin, pushing your lips up to his.

"shh its ok, I think we both said things we didn't mean" your heart sank, maybe the love confession was just a mistake, he didn't mean it. Noticing your sullen expression, he said

"but i did mean what I said, Y/n, I love you." he kissed you again hungrily, and pulled you into his grasp.

"I love you to Matt," you started, after coming up for air after a few minutes of spooning.

"oh yeah," he said with a boyish grin. "I forgot to tell you, but you also said that when you were sleep talking"

[prismarts]

14. "I'm eternally yours, sweetheart" ^~^

Hi hello yes but I think this is the Douxilly thing ever-

Eternally Yours

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT BAB 💙💙💙

Plot: Douxie and Illy settle in the night after their wedding ceremony.

Notes: Takes place in an alternate (not canon to ROTT) future, THEY GOT MARRIED, This is like...the night after all the wedding celebrations and aaaaaa, Douxie x OC, Canon x OC, FLUFF SOFT FLUFF, someday I will do a whole wedding fic but nfuregue for now here-

Trigger warnings: Brief implications of sex, mentions of alcohol. That should be it but let me know if I miss something.

Word count: 900 words

Tags: @stuck-in-arcadia @alovesongshewrote @furblrwurblr @slowpokenz @mxcheese @blixeon @generalfandomsofthefreak @valentimmy @marcoofthemoon @sergeantsporks @tales-of-hisirdoux @castle-of-my-dreams @lovedropletsdreams @bernie-the-nugget

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Douxie was taking a deep breath, he was in the bathroom trying to clear his head… maybe it had been a mistake to have champagne at the reception…he hadn’t drunk in a while.

No matter…he just needed to freshen up. As he splashed his face with cold water, he caught sight of his ring… a blue stone glowing on his ring finger, the ring itself made of a dark magical branch and a single leaf, enchanted to last lifetimes…

He felt his heart racing in his chest as a smile overtook his face.. He couldn’t believe it, after centuries of traveling the world and trying to earn his staff. Centuries of being in love only to break it off or never staying from the mere thought of him being immortal… he was married to the love of his life.

It felt so nice…

It felt unreal to him…

But the ring was the proof, the ring that Illy made for him was on his finger and he spent a good moment longer just admiring it…to let it sink in for his beating heart. Once he mostly has that sunk in, he turns to the pajamas he brought in with him. “Right…I need to change..”, He mumbled softly.

Once he changed into his pajamas, he left the makeshift quite modern looking bathroom in the….mostly medieval looking master bedroom. Thank goodness for magic and Akiridion tech, they were able to make these sorts of renovations..

He spotted his newly wed wife sitting on the bed, seeming to fidget with the ends of her hair which was now down from the elaborate bun she had for their ceremony. She has a sleeveless light blue nightgown on, her wings gently folded against her back as she sat.

“Hello, my darling wife…”

Douxie said with a soft tone of voice as he reached down to carefully squish her cheeks in his hands, letting out a soft chuckle as her cheeks turn a shade of red at the new term of affection.

He stared at her with so much love, how turquoise eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, the way her smile, at the moment decorated with red lipstick lit up the whole room and the adorable freckles decorating her red cheeks.

His heart was leaping…

She was so beautiful to him….and he loved her so so much.

He hadn't realized…or maybe he did and merely enjoyed, how Illy seemed to stare back at him with the same if not even more love…

"H..hi…"

She mumbled softly, slowly standing up as she carefully leaned against him. Almost burying her face against his chest but instead just leaning her whole body against him. One of her hands reaching out to trace the magical rune tattoos all over his arms..

And he shivered at the contact, smiling widely at how affectionate she was..

"Everything alright, fluturaș?..."

"Mhm…I..just….I can't believe today was real…I..I can't believe it…we actually got married…we're married Douxie!"

The hushed excitement coming from her made the both of them giddy, coupled with how physically close they are… it was like heaven..

But Douxie pulled back for a moment, he had to… so he could carefully lean down and press the softest kiss against her lips. Arms gently wrapped around her as he carefully but successfully lifted her up.

Gently pressing her against him, he could feel her small butterfly wings flutter just above where his arms were holding her close. They were glowing from how loved she felt.

They could both feel their hearts racing in their chests as they finally pulled away from their kiss, soft pants escaping them as they leaned their foreheads together for a brief moment.

"I…I love you..so much Douxie.." Illy said, so much affection in that hushed declaration that it made his heart absolutely melt.

He twirled her around in his arms for a moment, relishing in the giggle that escaped her. Before carefully getting them both back onto the bed. Laying down on his back and carefully positioning his wife to lay down above him.

Their hearts still racing in their chests…

He heard her giggle as he opened his eyes to look at her, golden hazel yet green eyes staring into turquoise ones…

He saw her giggle and laugh…

He adores it…

He adores and loves her so so much..

"Y..you…I..I smudged my lipstick all over your lips… I'm s..so sorry Douxie I-" She said giggling, reaching her hand out in an attempt to wipe it off…

Until she heard it..

"I love you…so so much…… I'm eternally yours, sweetheart…."

It was a hushed declaration… but with so much love in his voice..

She teared up, effectively smudging what little make up was still somewhat intact…still he found her to be just as stunning as she did in her wedding dress…walking down the aisle…if not maybe even more so…

"Oh fluturaș.."

"I….i love you too…s..so so much.."

He carefully lifted his torso up, if only to cup her soft cheeks with his hands pulling her in for a passionate loving kiss, the two carefully leaning on each other…

They showed all their love for each other that night, passionate kisses and caresses….hands carefully and lovingly exploring each other's bodies…

That night…all that mattered was each other…. And that was…everything they could have ever wished for..

[lightadarttomendyourheart]

never in a million years would i have thought i would have be returning home from my london trip with a bf. a long distance bf at that. honestly when i think about those relationships, they rarely work IMO. i know a lot do, but i never imagined myself in one, let alone with someone 7125 km away.

but when you said it, ignoring the fact i was drunk af, i couldn't believe my ears. and there is nothing i wanted more. the disbelief was immense. you. want to be with me. no matter how far away i am. no matter how often we get to see each other. you choose me.

i'm still wrapping my head around it. seriously i don't think it's sunk in yet. it's starting to, but not fully. even when you say things like you miss me and cuddling and that your parents love me and when i mentioned coming for xmas you lighting up like a christmas tree. idk why it's so hard for me to come to terms with. that you want me. truly. i guess i kind of think it's too good to be true. i've been obsessed with you for 4 years and we go on this amazing trip together finally and have the absolute best time, and then you literally are like ok let's fucking do this. when does this ever happen. this is movie kind of shit guys. this shit doesn't happen in the real world. not normally at least. and never to me.

i used to fantasize about something like this happening to me all the time when i was a kid. i feel like i'm dreaming. like this isn't real life.

i still am playing everything in my head over and over. like, you want to be with me no matter the distance. what the fuck. you've been single for SO long and i'm the one you're choosing to settle down with (potentially). you trust me. and i really do trust you. but the amount of trust you have in me seriously is just.. fuck. telling you about everything and i feel like the copious amounts of guys in my life and you're like nah i just wanna know the situation but i trust you completely i'm not worried about that. like ???? where the fuck did you come from. how did you get so healthy. how do you just make me feel so comfortable with myself, all the time. it's so overwhelming. not in a bad way. just.. makes me feel like there's a catch. and i know there's not. i think the catch is one of us has to move. that we're literally oceans apart. and we have to navigate that.

i've never met anyone like you. i've maybe never felt more myself with anyone i've ever been with. we talk and we laugh and we kiss and we discuss. we definitely don't agree on everything, but that's ok. i don't want to agree on everything. but we agree on the important shit. and we both love the same music. god it just comes so easy with you. how is it so easy. i felt like i had to work so hard with jake to have common ground. and with you, we don't just have common ground, we have common fields and valleys and everything in between. i don't even care if we like the same movies or shows because all i want to do is sit with you snuggled up in bed and talk for hours and hours about everything.

it's no wonder we never strayed from each other. thinking about the last 4 years, meeting on that boat transfer to albania. ever since then i knew there was something about you. something more. being so excited every single event cause you'd be there. that i'd get to see you. i never in a MILLION years fathomed we'd ever date, because duh, you live in england and i live in canada. i was always so sure we'd be a "what if" for so long.. even after our trip, i never imagined this.

we were legit meant to be. like.. in the most purest sense. and i am so fricken happy it happened this way and now, because i know i wouldn't have been ready for this years ago. i wouldn't have been able to fully commit myself to you long distance. i'd always be wondering what else is out there and likely insecure about you being so far away. this happened exactly when it was supposed to.

you know the theory of people who are meant to meet/be together are attached with invisible strings..

"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break."

We were destined to meet. And now, this year, (which again, THIS IS MY FUCKING YEAR I FUCKING TOLD Y'ALL), we're finally together.

[beels-burger-babe]

A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 1

***This...This is glorious. Oh ho, I will most definitely give you this fic @millenniumofpain! I will do so gladly! Thanks for sending in this great request!***

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE, Part Four: HERE

You growled to yourself, angrily wiping tears from your face, as you marched away from the House of Lamentation, away from your partners.

Well, you said marching. It was more of a stumble what with the way your intoxicated brain could barely walk forward. You wished you could say you didn't know how things got like this, but the evidence had been there all along. It was in the slow build of tensions that increased and increased until they overflowed. It was in the way everyone would bite their tongues more and more frequently rather than communicating their thoughts.

Everyone had little things about the relationship between the eight of you that bothered them, and no one said a word until the words could no longer be held back.

It all started after you came back from clubbing way past curfew with Asmodeus.

The two of you were definitely drunk and were giggling messes as you did your best to hold the other up.

You both jumped when the hallway light turned on to reveal Lucifer and the others waiting there for you.

You bit back a sob as you thought of the vicious words that came out of their mouths.

"You're so reckless! Do you know what could've happened to a human like you this late at night in this state?! For Diavolo's sake MC, I expected this behaviour from Asmodeus, but I expected more from you!" Lucifer shouted Asmodeus groaned and leaned against you. "We were just having some fun. It's my date night. Don't get your wings in a twist." Beelzebub glared at him. "Just because it's your date night with MC doesn't excuse you putting them in danger. You couldn't even defend yourself right now, forget about defending them!" You frowned and stepped forward. "Guys relax. Nothing happened." Mammon scoffed, "That's always how it is with you! You think that just because nothin' has happened to ya that it's fine. You ain't invincible MC. Gah, it's like you're just throwin' ya self into dangerous situations just to get us to come to save ya again!" Satan raised an eyebrow at Mammon's comments and crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe that's what they want. Attention. Is that the real reason why you keep being so reckless?" he tsks and scowls at you, "If you wanted attention MC you could've asked one of your seven boyfriends." You looked at them all with wide eyes. "Wha- I do NOT do all of this for attention!" Levi snarled, "Then why do you do it? Huh? Why else would you get drunk in one of the most notorious clubs in the Devildom? Why else would you date all seven of the Lords of the Devildom?" You stepped back as though you had been slapped by Levi's words. You glanced around at the others, but no one rose to your defence. You met Belphie's gaze hoping, that maybe as the only one to have not spoken up, that he'd be on your side. He just snickered and gave you a perplexed look. "What? Don't expect me to step in. You got yourself in this mess." You stood shocked and hurt; almost unwilling to believe that your partners, the people who you thought loved you unconditionally, verbally attacked you. Anger bubbled and boiled inside of you until you couldn't contain it anymore. "If you guys have such a problem with it, then maybe I won't depend on you anymore! I'm reckless, yeah, I admit, but I never did it for attention and I certainly never put myself in danger just so you all could play the hero," you turned your anger to Leviathan, "And in case you forgot, you all agreed to date me! I thought it was because you all loved me as much as I loved you but apparently fucking not! So if you don't mind, I'm going to leave now like the attention-driven child that you all think I am!"

Not your classiest moment, but you didn't care. It was clear you weren't wanted at the time, and you were too tired to handle the brutal words that they were throwing at you. So you left. Which brought you here, stumbling your way towards Purgatory Hall, drunk, and sobbing as you shivered from the cold Devildom air. You could just see the shape of the Hall ahead of you when you suddenly tripped and found yourself tumbling to the ground. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the ground. You groaned and turned yourself over to inspect the injuries. "Just when the night couldn't get any worse," "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" You stiffened as three demons came out of the woods around you and began circling you like vultures about to swoop in on their prey. The tallest one snickered. "Looks like the Lords' little pet strayed too far from its masters. Lucky us~"

A shorter, rounder one smiled sharply as drool trickled from its mouth. "Their loss, our gain," it leaned forward and inhaled deeply before sighing in pleasure. "Oh, get a whiff of that fear~ Just, delicious! Do you think it's true when they say that human tears really do add seasoning to its meat?" You tried to scramble away from it, as your heart pounded in your chest, but yelped as your back bumped against a curvier one. Its long nails dug into your shoulders as it secured its hands near your neck. "Only one way to find out." You were in trouble. These demons clearly had no intention of letting you go. You needed to get out of there before it was too late. You jammed the heel of your palms against the back of the wrists of the demon that holding you down, while you leaned backwards away from it. You were able to get just enough slack to roll away from the demon before jumping back to your feet. You were still surrounded, but at least now you weren't defenceless on the ground. Progress.

You did your best snarl, one that you and Mammon had jokingly practiced together one day, and glared fiercely at them. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with? I could have you all killed with just a snap of my fingers. You have one chance to run away, or I promise you that no one will ever be able to find your sorry corpses."

The tall one laughed and smirked at you. "And what exactly are you going to do? Scratch us with your blunt little nails? Bite us with your flat teeth?" The round one perked and began to hop excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Maybe they'll summon the lords to do it for them! Such a pathetic thing doesn't stand a chance on its own."

The curvy one wore a sickening grin as it leaned down mockingly at you. "So, you gonna call your guard dogs or what?"

You froze. You couldn't summon the brothers. Technically, you could, but not at this moment. Not after that fight. They had basically screamed at you about how they were tired of you getting yourself into situations exactly like this and then come crying to them for help. And what did you do? Take off and prove them right. They didn't want to be your heroes. They didn't want you.

You were on your own in this, and there was no way you could fight and win. Without a second thought, you turned towards Purgatory Hall and ran. The laughter of the demons rang behind menacingly. You barely got five steps away before a set of claws slashed deep into your ankle. You screamed out as you collapsed roughly to the ground, making your forehead against the dirt road.

You twisted onto your side to see the round demon drooling over your heavily bleeding leg with a nearly psychotic expression. "I love it when they try to run." That was the only warning you got before it sunk its razor-sharp teeth into your calf. You wailed loudly in pain as you used your other foot to try and kick the demon off of you, but it wasn't so willing to let go of its meal. The tall one grabbed your arm, bending you foreword as it roughly folded it behind your back. You cried out as you felt your shoulder pop out of its socket and nausea swirl in your stomach. "Not so tough now, are you?" It purred in your ear as it licked the tears off of your cheeks. You choked on your sobs as it roughly bit into the flesh on your collar, and weakly struggled in its grasp. "Let go of me! H-Help! Somebody! Help me!"

The curvy one finally approached you, burying its fingers into your hair before harshly yanking your head towards it. You screamed before it slapped its clawed hand across your face. Bile threatened to rise out of your throat as you felt your own blood drip down your cheek.

Spots began to blur your vision as the demon leered down at you with its menacing eyes. You felt your stomach drop as a realization hit you. This was how you would die.

You whimpered as you thought of the brothers, and how you never got to even kiss them or tell them goodbye one final time. Hell, you didn't even get to see them smile at you. Instead, you were reminded that you could never be what they needed you to be.

You would die scared, in pain, and unloved.

The curvy demon laughed as it wrapped its hands around your throat. You struggled to breathe and whined as, for just a moment, you saw Belphegore choking you to death once more, and not this monster. You morbidly thought that it was only fitting for you to be killed the same way twice. The demon leaned closer to you, demanding that you meet its un-naturally yellow eyes as it smiled. "You realize it now don't you? That this is your death bed? That no one is coming for the pathetic little human. I bet no one would even-" Before it could finish its sentence a blindingly bright beam burst across the side of its face sending it flying across the ground. You could hear the other demon curse and began to take off as two voices shouted and more bright flashes were sent in their direction. As your vision began to fade, you saw tear-filled, innocent blue eyes look down at you and a small mouth framed by chubby cheeks try to speak. But it was too late. With a final whine, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your mind plummet into darkness. ***This request is just evil and I love it. There will be a part two. So stay tuned for more pain. Hope you enjoyed it @millenniumofpain! Thank you for allowing me to write this!!***

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Bad Behavior (Kang Yeosang and Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Dilf Sugar Daddy! Kang Yeosang × Younger Sugar Baby! Reader (Female) × Dilf Sugar Daddy! Choi San

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Dilf/Sugar Daddy AU.

Summary: After coming back and finding out their beloved princess misbehaved, Yeosang and San must remind her to not cross them again.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Aged up/Older ateez (but age differences are still within legal boundaries). Sugar daddy × sugar baby relationship. Poly relationship. Degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, edging, bondage, slight sensory play, orgasm denial, oral (male receiving), fingering, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (always use protection), breeding kink, daddy kink. Dom! Yeosang, Dom! San, Sub! Reader

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @brie02 @hanatiny (not sure if you wanted to be tagged in Yeosang content that feat. other members), @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @leoninadecorazones

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Yeosang sat calmly on the chair leaned against the wall, hands delicately placed on his lap as he listened to the desperate whines echoing through the room. His eyes were hardly blinking as he watched his friend press the wand vibrator further into the small, sensitive button of the young female. Her skin was heated, face flushed, cheeks burning. No matter how much she writhed underneath the man standing over her, she was still unable to free her wrists, which were bound by the ropes they had tied up to the bed posts, and the male who was currently edging her as he pleased made sure she kept her hips and legs with the help of his strong arms.

Taking notice of how her thighs began trembling and wanted to clench together, Yeosang quickly spoke up:

"San move the vibrator away from Y/N, she's about to cum."

Even though she had been blindfolded, she could practically feel the sadistic smile on San's face that sent shivers down her spine everytime she saw it. She threw her head back against the pillow, grunting loudly in frustration when yet another orgasm was merciless was taken away from her, leaving her in utter disillusion.

"Look at how cute she looks Yeosang, bucking her hips up into the air like a needy bitch." San let out a snicker as he released part of his hold on her lower half to watch as her body practically pleaded for his touch once more.

"How pathetic. Maybe you should have thought twice before going out without your daddies' permission to that cheap club and have your body groped by some lowlife douche."

With an annoyed click of his tongue, San gripped the end of her chin and tilted it slightly towards him.

"Well? Was it worth it? Did you enjoy having his dirty hands touching you? I hope it was worth it you little bitch."

Releasing his grip on her chin, Y/N then let out a tiny shriek when she felt the palm of his hand strike against her left cheek, leaving her stunned momentarily.

"I can't even look at you, let alone want to touch you after knowing someone else defiled you." If the silk material wasn't rendering her blind, she'd be able to see the disgusted look on San's face as he pictured the younger man in question touching and feeling up his prized possession.

"San, I understand that you are very upset and disappointed at our little princess, but slapping her like a common whore is not a proper punishment." Yeosang's eyebrows furrowed significantly as he witnessed the appalling incident.

"Oh don't be too soft on her Sangie. If she's going to act like a common whore, then we have to treat her as one. Besides...."

He let out a low chuckle as he traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb.

"Our princess likes being treated roughly. Why do you think she went out and disobeyed us? She probably wanted to get us mad so we'd treat her like this. Isn't that right babygirl?"

Y/N let out a shuddering gasp when she felt San's hand wrap around her neck, making her swallow harshly and hold her own breath even though he wasn't even cutting off her oxygen. Hearing her other sugar daddy sigh softly, she trembled even more when she discerned his footsteps coming towards the bed, stopping right at one of the corners were one of the ropes were tied to. She released the breath she was holding when San's hand was removed from her neck by Yeosang, who although having a stern look, was still very calm in his demeanor.

"She misbehaved, yes, but I'm sure she's very sorry about her bad behavior. Am I correct sweetheart?" Yeosang shifted his attention to her.

"Y-yes." She responded promptly.

"Yes what?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

"Yes daddy. I'm very sorry for behaving so badly." She corrected herself, remembering the way Yeosang liked having her respond.

With a hint of a smile, he lightly caressed her cheek, a sign that he was indeed pleased with her.

"Well then....why don't you show us how sorry you are baby?"

Feeling the tight rope being loosened up, Y/N's hands dropped to her stomach when they were finally freed from their confinement. The blindfold soon was also peeled off and she was graced by the sight of Yeosang's beautiful face peering down at her. Cupping the side of her cheek, Yeosang bent over so he could tenderly place a kiss on her. He was so gentle yet zealous with his kiss, Y/N found herself losing her breath the more he intensified their kiss. She didn't hesitate to part her mouth when his tongue swiped over her upper lip, she allowed him to take advantage as he wanted, wet muscle roaming all around her cavern. Just as they were getting lost in their passion, they were soon reminded they weren't alone when the other male cleared his throat rather exaggerated, his eyes elongating themselves even more as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Reluctant to break away from his dear sugar baby, Yeosang nonetheless took a step back.

"Now honey, Sannie here was very hurt by what he calls your betrayal."

San crossed his arms and let out an angered puff of air.

"Why don't you make it up to him? Show him how sorry you are?" Yeosang suggested, although Y/N knew it was more of a command.

Propping herself into all fours, she crawled over to the other side of the bed where San was. She tried reaching for his zipper, but San retracted himself away before she could even touch him.

"I don't know if I want a dirty slut's mouth sucking my cock. Who knows what else she's put in there?" He sneered at her, which made Y/N look down in shame.

Shaking his head, Yeosang walked over and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"San, stop being that way. Our Y/N is a good girl and she wants to make up for what she did. And I know for a fact you really enjoy having her suck you off."

San bit down at his bottom lip, enticed by the thought of his favorite doll's mouth stuffed full with his cock.

"Plus look at her, she wants your cock in her mouth too." Yeosang whispered softly in his ear.

Looking back down at the younger female, San took in her eyes that were widened like a deer's and staring up at him with a yearning. Although he made up his mind to give in, purely for his own satisfaction, he was going to have fun with it first.

"You want to show me you're sorry by sucking my cock babygirl?" San tilted his head down at her.

She quickly nodded her head, which displeased the other male.

"Words princess. Those lips of yours aren't just there to adorn your pretty face, now speak up or I'll take away your ability to speak." Yeosang gave her the first warning of the night.

"Yes, I want to show my daddy how sorry I am. Will daddy let me suck his huge cock?" She ended her inquiry by poking her tongue out to wet her lips.

With a totally smug grin, San started to unzip his pants.

"Hmmmm I don't know if you truly deserve to suck off my cock, after all, it's a superior cock to all the other one's you've had, aside from Yeosang's." He added, to which his friend couldn't help but smirk at.

"So why don't you beg first and then maybe I'll think about it?" But San and Yeosang both knew he'd end up face fucking the girl on the bed.

"Please daddy, let me suck your cock. I know I've acted like a total slut, but please use my mouth as you wish. Fuck yourself on my face until you make a mess of me."

With a satisfied gaze, San didn't hesitate to strip himself out of his pants, revealing that he had not worn any underwear underneath at all. Getting a peak over at Yeosang's disgruntled look, San could only shrug.

"We both know we'd end up fucking her either way so what was the point?"

Noticing that Y/N seemed to brighten up at his words, San was quick to tear down any illusions she had.

"Don't get ahead of yourself missy. Just cause I said we'd fuck you, it doesn't mean we're going to let you cum."

She couldn't help but pout her lips when he shut her down so cruelly. Resting a palm on the top of her head, San grabbed the base of his erect member and tapped the head along her upper lip.

"Maybe if you suck me off real good, I might think about it."

Lips parting around his cock, Y/N hummed as San sunk his length deeper inside her mouth. He sucked in a deep breath and then released a heavy groan, head tilting back as he slowly rolled his hips forward. Y/N generously opened her mouth to make way for his entire cock to slide in and out of her. San started a slow pace at first, wanting to savor the feeling of her wet mouth engulfing his entire shaft.

"Shit, you always treat me so well." He said in a raspy voice when he felt Y/N start suckling around his length.

"Told you she was our good little girl." Yeosang spoke up from the other side of the bed, watching in earnest as his friend was getting his cock sucked by their sugar baby. Feeling the atmosphere get heated, Yeosang started unbuttoning his dress shirt, peeling it open enough for his rock hard abs to peek out, a sight very few got to behold. He ran a hand down his thigh, resisting the urge to whip his own member out and jerk off to the scene in front of him. As much as he wanted to, he had a lot of self control and he'd much rather have Y/N wrap her own hands around his cock. Or better yet, he'd rather pound it into her pussy.

San continued to let our groan after groan, his hips starting to become more aggressive in their movements. With a hand gripping the back of her head, he forced her face down until she was gagging all around his shaft. When he released her, she only managed to take a deep breath before he was bucking his hips up into her mouth in a continuous motion.

"Oh God- yes that's right. Suck my cock like the good whore you are."

Y/N felt herself clench around nothing when he heard San speak up above her. Hollowing her cheeks even further, one of her hands slid up San's thigh and then cupped his balls. That action had him throwing his head back as he drove himself into her mouth more roughly.

"Oh fuck babygirl, you're driving me insane."

If she could, Y/N would have smiled at the praises San was now bestowing upon her. She made sure to squeeze and fondle his balls as she knew he'd like, further heightening the pleasure he was feeling. She was so concentrated and focused on sucking San off that she didn't realize Yeosang had leaned closer towards them. One of his hands delicately came up to caress his baby's ass, fingertips brushing across her soft skin and creeping closer to her tiny hole. With a sly smile, he plunged his middle finger inside her, wiggling it slightly before curling it up and rubbing it on her hood.

"Yeosang-" San growled when he was made aware of what was happening only because when Yeosang started pushing his finger inside Y/N's pussy, she had given him a particularly long suck that caught him off guard, nearly throwing him over the edge.

Smiling unapologetically, Yeosang merely added a second finger into her hole, using them to spread her folds apart.

"She's mine too and I get to play with her however I want."

Although muffled due to San's cock, Y/N was moaning wildly as Yeosang swirled and circled his fingers into her, his thumb playing close attention to her clit.

"My cute little doll for me to play with." He finished saying as he continued to finger her hole.

"Yeah? Well right now I'm going to paint this little doll's face with my cum. Make a mess on her."

Holding her head in place, San shut his eyes and through gritted teeth began to recklessly fuck himself against her face, his tip hitting the back of her throat every time he pushed back in. As soon as his cock twitched, San pulled himself out and quickly began pumping his length. Making sure to get as close as possible, San groaned in ecstasy when sputters of his cum started pouring out and landing on Y/N's face. Yeosang himself whined lowly as he watched the white liquid trickle down her forehead, cheeks and even her nose. Whatever fell close to her mouth was quickly cleaned up by her tongue, further pleasing the male she just brought to his climax.

"Oh you're such a dirty girl." He grinned at her.

Knowing his friend wasn't done with her quite yet, Yeosang slipped his fingers that were still lodged in her heat out. Bringing them up to his mouth, he licked it all clean as he saw how San began turning her so her ass was now facing him.

"You sucked me off like a champ baby, but you know my hard on is difficult to get rid of."

She did indeed knew, having been used over and over by solely him in just one night. It seemed he was insatiable when it came to her, never leaving without at least making sure they came 4 to 6 times. If Yeosang was added to the equation, then it'd be less, but only because it would get more rough, kinky and he'd insist on not pushing their precious princess too far.

Y/N eagerly pushed her ass up as far as she could, wiggling it a little just to put on a show for San, which he noticed.

"Does the little slut now want to get fucked from behind?" San teased, his hardening member poking at one of her cheeks.

"Please Daddy." She made sure to remember the manners Yeosang had taught her, the latter smiling proudly that she remembered the training he'd given her.

"All right, but only cause you said please."

They both moaned out, one from the overwhelming feeling of his member being gripped tightly and the other from having her walls stretched out so deliciously. Y/N couldn't get comfortable just yet, as there was still an extra pair of eyes watching them and he was now beginning to strip himself out of his clothes, his eyes peering down at the younger female so intensely.

"San, quit playing around and fuck her, but make sure she doesn't cum."

Before Y/N could get a chance to say anything, any words about to come out of her mouth were strangled out when the man behind her started pounding his cock into her core. His hands were gripping down harshly on her skin, using her ass as leverage to push himself back inside her even more deeper. Yeosang stood to the side watching all this with an eerily serene and pleased smirk. As much as he loved punishing and fucking their babygirl himself, he preferred and enjoyed more watching San carry out his orders and punish her instead. San may be the one who mostly took action, but it was always at Yeosang's commands. He was the true mastermind behind everything that happened in the bedroom. His cock was painfully hard as he reveled in the sight of seeing his friend's cock being driven inside Y/N's pussy.

"You enjoying this you fucking sadist?" San snarled as he noticed the way Yeosang was staring. Wanting to toy around with Yeosang for a bit, he cupped a bit of Y/N's hair in his hand before yanking on it so her face would look up at Yeosang.

Smiling with no remorse, Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

"More than you'll ever comprehend. Now can you please add a little bit more spice in this? Make it hard for our princess to not cum."

Having the perfect idea in mind, San used the free hand that wasn't gripping her hair to come down and spank one of her ass cheeks.

"F-fuck!" Y/N cried out as her body jolted forward.

"You heard Yeosang. Don't you dare cum at all baby." He warned her as his hand landed 2 more smacks across her skin.

Y/N's legs began trembling under San. The combination of his hips snapping his cock deep in her plus his hand striking her ass was becoming unbearable to withstand. She wanted to cum so badly, especially after hours of being edged and toyed around with before. Her eyes looked over to Yeosang, silently pleading him to allow her to give into her much anticipated release. But he remained unmovable, he just continued to watch her as his hand slowly stroked his shaft.

"Please daddy....." She whimpered in a rather pathetic manner, trying hard not to clench around San's dick.

When Yeosang moved towards her, she thought that maybe she'd get what she wanted, but instead she shuddered when he suddenly gripped her face harshly.

"I told you time and time again that I want you to use your words, but it seems you just don't get it. So why don't we try to fix that?"

Releasing her cheeks rather harshly, Yeosang looked over to San.

"San, do me a favor and shut her up for a while. I don't want to hear any sound from her for a few minutes."

Getting the hint of what Yeosang wanted, San sent him a knowing smile.

"It'll be my pleasure."

Pressing his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her face until it was completely sunken in the mattress underneath them. Yeosang smirked with satisfaction as he heard Y/N's screams being muffled now as San intensified his thrusts, the new angle making it easier for his dick to hit her g-spot each time he pushed back in.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum." He gasped out, frantically chasing his high.

"Cum inside her."

That command shocked even San. Ever since they started the relationship, they had never once came inside Y/N's hole, always preferring to cum on her body.

"Have you lost your-"

"Did I stutter? Either you cum inside her little cunt and fill her up or I'll make sure neither of you are cumming at all."

Knowing fully well Yeosang was very capable of making it happen, San didn't press the matter any further and caved in. With feral groans, he stilled his hips as he began emptying himself inside Y/N, cock spurting out endless amounts of cum that painted her walls. Even though her sounds were semi muted, both of them could make out her frustrated whines at not being allowed to cum while feeling San's hot semen pool into her. Releasing his hold on her, San pulled out of her and quickly stepped aside as he could tell Yeosang couldn't hold back anymore.

Before Y/N could fully catch her breath or get a hold of herself, she gasped when she was suddenly turned around on her back as Yeosang stared at her with hunger and lust. She let out a choked wail when his cock entered her and gave her no time to prepare as he started a merciless rhythm of tearing into her pussy. With her legs thrown over his shoulders, the position only made her more weak. Her clit and folds were beyond pink, bordering on a crimson red and were puffed up to an extreme. Tears brimmed down her face as she felt her body give into the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling. Her body was so exhausted after so much foreplay and being used for her daddies' twisted ways that she felt like she was going to pass out from how intense her growing orgasm was becoming. She couldn't feel or register anything aside from the burning between her legs and the sound of skin slapping that was heard throughout the room.

"You wanna cum now my little doll?" Yeosang taunted at her, one hand snaking to her neck once more and squeezing softly.

"Yes! P-please let me cum!" She begged fervently, shouting as loud as she could even though her throat was being constricted.

"Fine. I think you learned your lesson princess. Now cum for me. Cum for your daddy." He instructed her.

With eyes rolling to the back of her head, Y/N's body started convulsing uncontrollably under Yeosang's. Her vision blurred as shockwaves gripped at her body and had her dissolving into a puddle of intense pleasure. Throughout all this, Yeosang continued to plunge his cock into her, not stopping until his own cum was flooding her heat, mixing in with her juices and with San's cum that had been previously bestowed inside her. He had a completely unapologetical and proud smile as he pulled out to watch his cum seep out of her.

"One of us is going to get you pregnant babygirl.... let's wait and find out."

[arisuinhell]

Hi! Can I request one for Karube? Like his s/o crying after he came back from the game injured and she was scared of losing him? Then, maybe during the 7 of hearts game, they decided to be together until the very end, letting Arisu live on?

Thank you for requesting this! I'm sorry it took me a while. Karube is my favourite character so gold star for you 🌟~ It is quite dialogue heavy and idk, I hope it's easy to follow.👏 Enjoy the heartbreak I guess. Warnings: Swearing, death (but you know that..) - It had been a couple of hours since your boyfriend Karube had left you and your friends in the department store. You weren't usually one for worrying but the past few days had taken its toll on you and there wasn't a single positive thought crossing your mind as you sat looking out a window onto the abandoned Tokyo. "Where did you say he was going again?" You turned to look at your friend Arisu who was on a nearby couch playing chess against himself. "Not sure, he just said he needed to get something." "..it's getting dark, do you think he's okay?" Arisu looked up at you and nodded. "He'll be fine, don't worry." It was hard to believe him when the last time Karube had left you, he had come back having had a run in with a machete. Sure he was still smiling and cracking jokes like always and telling you he was okay, but that didn't help. Even having seen two people die and Chota get injured, the reality of the situation hadn't sunk in until the previous night. You never considered the possibility that you could actually lose him. Karube was one of those people that seemed invincible, but he wasn't and that scared you. Losing him was worse than the very real threat of your own death that hung over your head. He was, apart from your friends, all you had. You'd only been in the Borderlands a couple of days and your usual strong demeanor and already been reduced to this, an anxious, scared mess. "Jesus Arisu, I leave her with you for a few hours.." You turned around to see Karube walking up behind Arisu and playfully hitting him in the back of the head. "Ow, what was that for?" The younger of the two asked. "Making my girlfriend cry." He smirked, winking at you as you laughed and wiped the tears away with your sleeve, happy to see him back. Arisu looked apologetically at you whilst Karube came and sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head. "It's because he's ugly isn't it? I cry about it sometimes too." "I don't need to take this crap." Laughed Arisu. "I'm going to talk to Chota." "Good luck with that, he's a little occupied with Shibuki." It was strange how quickly your mood changed. Karube had that effect on you from the first day you met, always able to make everything better just by being around. "Why were you crying?" Karube asked once Arisu had walked out of earshot. "It's not like you." You thought about lying and telling him it was nothing, but past experiences told you that wouldn't work. As stupid as you felt to say it out loud, you went for the truth. "I don't want you die." "I mean.. I wasn't planning on it for a while." "I'm being serious." You said. "You got hurt last night and that was you being lucky. It could have been way worse." He let go of you, turning your head to face him. "We've been through this, I'm fine." "You aren't listening to me, Karube. You weren't last night either. You're injured, that isn't fine. That game wasn't a one off. I don't know how many more we'll have to play and I can't deal with the fact that one of them might end up with you worse off or.. I-I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you." "It won't." "You don't know that." Karube sighed. "Look.. I don't know what's going to happen, I just know I'm not planning on leaving you. I promise I will do everything I can to make sure we leave this place together and in one piece." It wasn't like you didn't believe him but something in the back of your head told you that it might not be a promise he could easily keep. "Hey." He said, nudging you. "Stop worrying, okay?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he kissed you. "I love you." "I love you too." You smiled. They were the truest three words you ever spoke because despite the hell you were in, in that very moment you were with him, and that's all

that mattered. Arisu reappeared, Chota and Shibuki not far behind him. "Uhm guys, we should probably get ready to leave. There's already some venues lighting up." "Okay, be there in a minute." You replied. "Are you sure you still want to play? You can sit it out if you want, I'll be fine with Arisu." "Nah, I don't trust him to look after you." Karube stood up and held his hand out for you. "He's a little shrimp." "I can hear you y'know." Arisu called out. "You ready?"

- You weren't. No part of you was ready for this. The feeling of knowing you might die was entirely different to the one you were experiencing now, accepting the fact that you would. Not that Karube was having any of it, you'd already had to drag him away from Shibuki before he did any damage to her, and now the two of you were standing by a fountain listening to Arisu and Chota arguing through your headsets. "Stop it Arisu, you've already said it, only one of us can get out." Chota snapped. "Only if we can't work something out! We can beat this!" "How?" Chota asked. "..I don't know yet. Please, just come and meet me. Karube? You'll come right?" You looked over at your boyfriend who was staring at the large knife he had in his hands, the one he very nearly sunk into Shibuki. "Sure." He replied, his voice very much betraying his body language. "Where are you?" "The exhibition near the entrance." "Okay, I'm on my way." "Stay here." Karube said to you as he headed off in Arisu's direction. You knew what he was planning. He was desperate and he was never been one for making the best decisions in that mindset. "Don't." Your voice was just loud enough for him to hear. "Don't do it. Don't hurt him." "I have to." He replied, equally as quiet. "It's the only way I can get you out of here." "And what about you?" "I'll worry about me once I know you're safe." "No." "Don't be stupid." "I'm not being stupid." You reach out and grab his arm as he started walking again, gently pulling him back towards you. "You heard them say it, realistically, only one of us can get out of here and if I can't leave with you.. I'm not leaving at all, so just stop it okay?" He looked at you, almost irritated. "You want me to just stand here, not do anything? I can't do that." "I don't want you to kill our friend." "Then you'll die. Is that what you want?" Was it? The logical part of your brain was screaming at you to run, to fight, to make it out. "No." You started. "I don't want to die but.. I love you. I don't want to live my life if you're not in it either, so please just stop. I don't want to spend the last five minutes I have like this. Karube, please.." The two of you stood in silence as Karube thought it over. It was clear he wasn't happy about the idea, why would he be? He was always the one to solve problems, protect you, and now you were asking him to do the opposite and accept defeat. "You really want this?" He asked. "I just want you. Please." You begged, your voice now barely above a whisper. Sighing, he nodded his head and gave you a small smile before placing the knife on the edge of the fountain. "Karube?" Arisu's voice reappeared in your ears. "Are you coming?" Karube came back over to you and scooped you up in his arms like it was effortless. You really wished this wouldn't be the last time. "No, I'm not coming. You win Arisu." He said as he carried you further into the gardens. Shit. This was really happening. "What? What do you mean? Chota, tell him." There was a pause. "..he's right." Oh God.. He was going to do it too? You hoped like hell he wasn't alone or atleast had time to find Shibuki. "Congratulations I guess." Chota laughed. "You deserve it." "Wait! You're all giving up?" It was obvious that Arisu was desperate, you could hear it in his voice and you felt terrible because you knew he would carry this with him. You opened your mouth and started to reply, to tell him everything would be okay but Karube shook his head so you stopped. It would only make this harder. He'd walked you both over to a section of the gardens by a small bridge. When you first arrived at the venue he told you they'd visited before on a field trip and the day ended with the three boys having a water fight in the shallow stream and despite the fact they had a months worth of detentions for it, it was one of his favourite memories. How, even now, despite the.. two minutes? Shit.. he still wanted to share his past with you? Well, it wasn't like you could share your future together anymore.. Fuck. You were about to die.

You were about to be robbed of everything. Karube had sat down on the floor, he still held you but you were on his lap, your head nuzzled in his neck. This wasn't going to happen again. Ever. You could hear Arisu shouting, no doubt running around trying to find you all. It was hard to hear him through the screams in your own head but Karube's voice cut through it. "Hey." He muttered, keeping his voice low. You looked up at him, he had a little smirk on his face and a spark in his eyes. You'd miss his face. He was so fucking beautiful. Shit. Your brain was a mess. You wanted to cry and scream and do anything to change this but.. he nudged his head so that you looked by your side, at his hand holding a small black box with- Oh, well now your heart was racing for a whole different reason. You leant backwards so you could look at him properly. "What? Are you serious?" He nodded once, grinning. "Of course." You didn't need to say anything. You could read each other like a book, some battered old novel that you could read again and again every day of you life because you loved it so much. He flung the box away, holding out the ring for you. "..this wasn't quite what I had planned for a proposal if I'm honest." He whispered. "I'd like to think it would have been a little more optimistic." In any other situation you would have held back your tears, but fuck it. You'd be dead in a minute, it didn't matter. The tears fell down your face as you started laughing. "At least it's memorable." You put the ring on your finger, a perfect fit, like it would have been anything less. Arisu's shouting finally caught up to you and started getting closer. "Guys.. Please. Don't leave me." He was close. No no no. Sorry Arisu. You have to win this. You went to turn your head towards him on instinct but Karube's hand shot to the side of your face to stop you looking at him. Sure there was a ring on your finger but that right there showed how much he cared. You could have just become the wolf. Been the winner. He'd be happy knowing you were alive because that's what he want but he was doing what you wanted and letting it end this way even though you were well aware it was against every part of his being. Why was he so perfect? Why the fuck was this place so cruel? 20 seconds remaining "Hey, Arisu." Karube said, eyes still fixed on you. "I told you she'd say yes." He held up your arm in Arisu's general direction and you wiggled your fingers to show off the ring. You never heard what Arisu said after that, it's like the world around you got turned down, put on mute. All that existed was you and Karube. "Just you and me forever." He smiled, kissing you gently on the lips. "I love you." "I love you too." You smiled back and kissed Karube like your life depended on it, because you supposed in some way, it did. If this was how you were going to go, then so b-

[itsclydebitches]

Is there a direction that CRWBY could go to make u say "fuck it, I'm done"? I'm still watching for fanfiction purposes and bc I'm in to deep to quit without feeling like i wasted my time, but if Cinder is redeemed, like full-on redeemed without her death (that's the only justifiable redemption for her imo), I'll likely tap out if it's not the end of the series.

Honestly, at this point probably not. If I've stuck around for plotlines I thoroughly disagreed with (Ozpin), the destruction of characters I enjoyed (Ironwood), while simultaneously redeeming others I have no interest in (Hazel), and including aspects that I found to be straight up offensive (Penny)... RWBY has already hit all the "Fuck it, I'm done" possibilities for me, generally speaking. It's more likely that rather than doing something specific that turns me off, RWBY may just wear me down over time. I'm still interested in watching it despite the problems now, but after two, three, even four more years of potential problems? Who can say.

I'd like to briefly comment on that "I'm in too deep to quit without feeling like I wasted my time" aspect though, simply because I'm seeing it pop up more and more. Fans, specifically fans who have expressed varying amounts of criticism, say something to that effect of not wanting to drop RWBY when they've already put in years of emotional investment, to which others, usually fans still greatly enjoying RWBY, respond, "That's just the sunk cost fallacy. At this point you're being illogical for not dropping it."

For any who may not be aware, the sunk cost fallacy is the tendency to avoid cutting one's losses once you've already invested something in an endeavor: time, money, emotion, etc. The argument is to avoid such biased thinking because you can't get that investment back and all you're doing is prolonging a lack of enjoyment. An easy example would be a movie you payed for. You realize twenty minutes in that you hate this film, but you can't get your ticket money back. Many people would employ the sunk cost fallacy by claiming they need to stick around because otherwise that money is "wasted." The counter argument is that the money is wasted either way, so better to leave the theater and spend that hour and forty minutes doing something you like. That's becoming the latest argument trend in the RWBY fandom: it doesn't matter how many years you spent investing in this show, they're lost, you clearly hate it now, so just drop it already. To do otherwise is philosophically foolish.

However, I've personally always found the sunk cost fallacy to be a weird thing to apply to media. Not because countering it is entirely without merit — we all should practice dropping things if we want to: books, movies, podcasts, whatever — but rather because there's so much to be gained from media outside of enjoying 100% of the time. For me, finishing things is a kind of enjoyment. I'm rather bad at it (lol), but that doesn't erase the fact that I have an intellectual itch to complete any series I fell in love with, particularly when I loved it for 3+ years. Managing that provides a different kind of enjoyment from the enjoyment of being totally happy with the show's writing, but it's an enjoyment nonetheless. If I'm critical of something, I like being able to say honestly that I completed it so that can't be used as a catch-all dismissal for why any arguments I make are unfounded. I enjoy seeing what missteps a show goes through so that I can try to avoid them in my own writing and, hopefully, I enjoy watching the show come back from them. I like keeping up with a community that I'm a part of, one where I chat with both friends and strangers specifically about RWBY. If I were to drop it, I'd also be dropping the connection I have with a lot of people. I likewise enjoy keeping up with the show for the creativity potential — "for fanfiction purposes," as you say, anon. I may not like how the show handled the Hound, but I like the Hound as a concept and now, having watched Volume 8, I can play with that idea in my own way. And none of this even touches on the enjoyment of details throughout an episode (or season) that I think is otherwise failing: a particularly cool idea, a nicely delivered exchange, animation that I find to be beautiful, spending time with characters whose original concepts I still enjoy, etc.

The critical side of the fandom has discussed extensively the non-critical side's tendency to view RWBY as perfect. It's not that many fans disagree on what problems RWBY has, but rather it's refusing to admit that there are any problems. This new desire to bring up the sunk cost fallacy feels like it's built on that, the idea that if you're not enjoying all of RWBY all the time then you need to cut it out of your life completely. There is no middle ground. You either adore it without reservation or you drop it and, as is so often said, leave the "real" fans alone. Stop ruining the community and all that because the expectation is that the community is allowed to be composed of praise and praise only. It's a familiar argument wrapped up in a very disingenuous sense of concern. When one fan insists that another should drop RWBY because they're just hurting themselves, they're acting like they really care about the others' well being when, in reality, they just want them gone. It's a trend that I'm coming to dislike because it tries to paint the fan as the logical, level-headed one who is only trying to get the critic to drop RWBY out of a sense of logical inevitability and, sometimes, even concern for this stranger's mental health... because there's definitely no other motivation there.

All of which is a long-winded way of saying, "Me too, anon." As of right now, I still feel like I'm in too deep to just drop RWBY. I'd rather see it through, for a number of different reasons, and all the "it's illogical/unhealthy to keep watching" arguments aren't going to dissuade me from that.

[tojisveryown]

hi wow omigosh can i join in on the matchups??

— i'm generally very awkward. it takes a lot of courage for me to approach someone, but my nervous excitement helps me open up. i'm still awkward around my friends, but they make me so happy that i literally smile all the time when i'm with them (one of them pointed that out and it made me feel all uwu inside. i love them). my bff and i have a ton of stupid, chaotic inside jokes that none of our other friends can comprehend with their puny little human brains and i think that's hilarious and beautiful.

— i'm short (under 5ft). a lot of people have said i look like i'm 12 yo (woo, asian genes). i wear a lot of sweaters because i'm ✨insecure✨, so much so that i don't take it off and when i do take it off my friends know it's real hot outside. i'm also blind and i have to wear glasses.

— jjk please and thank you?

SOULMATE THAT WASN'T MEANT TO BE ft. Gojo Satoru

- ♡ -

↻ You and Gojo had the relationship where the both of you were were each others bestfriend. Of course you would never come close to Getou, but it didn't matter. Gojo was your one and only.

↻ Fast forward a few years later: You and Gojo were now in college and you couldn't get any happier than you already were. Gojo made the sun shine brighter and time go by faster. In the blink of an eye you two went from high school sweethearts to newlyweds.

↻ But due to his sixeyes he wasn't able to spend as much time with you. You sat alone in your formerly shared bed hoping and wishing for Satoru to get back to you as soon as he could. The love you had for him would never waver, but you began to think his would.

↻ And you were right. The faint noises coming from the living room of you shared home woke you up at night. Normally at this hour Satoru would be coming home. You figured that he crashed on the coach again so you brought a blanket down for him. When you’re eyes met his, his gaze was focused on the woman that was wrapped around his arms. In your own home Gojo Satoru decided to cheat on you.

↻ Thoughts were running through your head. Your mind was racing along with you heart, and the love you two shared sunk faster than your stomach after catching your husband cheat on you.

↻ The sound of their laughter and Satoru's flirty remarks took a tole on your heart. The man that was once your beloved was now someone else's. You hid yourself in the sheets that no longer had Satoru's scent. Just like his scent, he was gone the next morning. Your placed down the ring he had proposed with on the bedside table that had stood on his side. You turned back at your once happy home and never again did you think about someone who wasn't meant to be.

- ♡ -

BONUS

𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 (˘³˘)♡

[jjmaybanksblog]

Lost Sweater- Kiara Carrera

Kiara x female reader

Summary: Alternative Universe where when one person loses something, their soulmate receives it. 

Word count: 2,028

Warnings: None

B/N: Brother/ boy name

Y/N: Your name

Y/A: Your age

Soulmate. A simple word that brings many thoughts to the brain. Someone who you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with, happily. Someone who will treat you in ways you could only dream of. Many people believe in them, others don't. You grew up a non-believer never understanding why God would make something so amazing, such a difficult task for people. Your friends all around you had begun receiving their lost items, all of them meeting their soulmates, meanwhile you remained confused and alone.

You were a non-believer until one day your missing sweater wound up on your bed with a note attached to it.

"You must have misplaced this, I was confused when I was sleeping and the cotton fell on my face, fun fact I almost suffocated. Anyways, hi. This must belong to my soulmate, damn that's crazy. In my entire life I never believed in this shit, my parents telling me about how they met because my dad found and returned a necklace that meant a lot to my mom. I always thought it was bullshit until recently. Here's your sweater back, I 'lost it' throwing it out my window. I hope to hear from you soon.

Your soulmate"

You read the letter over and over as the thoughts finally sunk in. Maybe you wouldn't be alone after all. Gently biting your bottom lip, you suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline run through your body. You ran out of the room and into your brother's room.

He was sitting down at his desk when you barged in. He turned around towards you, only to be nearly tackled in a hug. "Who are you and what have you done with my sister. You barely hug me." B/N asked as he saw the letter in your hand. "Ohhh shit. You got your soulmate." He mumbled, putting the pieces together.

"I'm not gonna end up alone!" You smiled. Your brother knew of your fear. You had talked to him before, explaining your thought process about this all. You were afraid you would die alone, not knowing what it would be like to love and be loved. You knew it was irrational, but growing up you never pictured someone falling in love with you. You took it to heart so you just shut every romantic aspect out of your life.

Your brother congratulated you before you ran back into your room, writing on a lined piece of paper.

"Dear soulmate,

Wow. Just writing those two words felt foreign. Sorry about my sweater almost killing you, I'm just a clumsy person that loses things a lot, but I'm glad you're okay. I also was a non-believer. I always saw the people around me finding their soulmates and being happy, meanwhile I was in the corner watching all my friends find the one. For the longest time I was convinced that maybe I just wasn't meant to have one, but knowing you're out there makes me feel... safe. Attached to this note is a picture of me, I figured maybe if you're curious enough you would want to know what I look like. My name is Y/N I'm Y/A years old and I can't wait to find out who my soulmate is. Xx

Y/N

You took an image of yourself and stapled it to the back of the letter. Opening your window that led to her backyard, you grabbed a scrunchie and wrapped it around the note. You carelessly threw the note and picture out of the window and watched it effortlessly fly away in the night sky. You fell onto your bed, staring happily at your bedroom ceiling. 

Slowly drifting off to sleep, your eyes snapped open when you heard a soft popping sound echoed by your desk. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and walked over. Another letter was displayed on the wood, you smiled softly as you sat down. Your eyes scanned the letter as you read it out loud.

Y/N,

Wow. Just wow. I can't even think of words to form right now. You're absolutely breathtaking. I'm not gonna lie I wasn't expecting a girl, but God, do I feel blessed knowing that you're my soulmate. Your letter and picture were actually soaking wet. But it smelled like salt water, so I'm guessing you live possibly on a coast. I live in the Outer Banks in North Carolina. When I got your letters it just smelled like home. I wanna go traveling, to you, out of the country, just explore new things. I totally understand how you felt about feeling like you're not gonna find a soulmate. I've watched more than half of my high school senior class find their soulmates during the year. Meanwhile I was acting like everything was completely fine and I wasn't distraught. I should be asleep right now, but I'm dying to talk to you. Get to know you. Later on if you'd like, I would love to call you. To hear your voice and your laugh. I think you should get some rest as well. I have no clue what time it is where you are but I want my love to be well rested. Goodnight Xx

Kiara Carrera

You flipped the paper around to see a beautiful mixed girl with carmel colored skin. Her hair was curly and beautiful, flowing from wind. Your eyes were drawn to her smile, you could tell she was laughing and you wished to be able to hear her laugh.

For days on end you and Kiara had been 'losing things' with letters attached to them. Tonight was the night where Kiara was going to call you. Both of you were on the edge of their seats, your hearts beating rapidly. Kiara's hands shook as she dialed your number, pausing between each number.

After what felt like forever, the phone began to ring. You audibly gasped at the sound of a bell ringing. You hesitantly picked up your cell phone that was placed on the bedside dresser. "H-hello?" You spoke into the phone. Kiara broke out in a grin, "Y/F/N, Y/L/N." Your name rolled off her tongue, goosebumps rising on your arms and back of your neck.

"Kiara Carrera" you spoke back, Kiara internally squeaking at the soft, velvety voice that spoke her name. "My god your voice.. okay I totally don't mean to sound weird but it's just so calming and relaxing. God okay wow hi, I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be on the phone with my soulmate." Kiara spoke as she nervously chewed her bottom lip.

"Honestly, me too. Growing up I always... ugh I don't mean to sound like I was sympathy or attention, I always grew up insecure and pictured myself as someone who could never be loved. And everyday I always saw or heard about people finding their soulmates in different ways. It went on for years and everyday I lost hope, but now I'm here talking to you and I feel nauseous, but in a good nervous way. Does that make sense?" You asked, rapidly shaking your leg.

"No I totally get it, I feel really hot right now mostly because I don't know what to say to you. Like my whole life I've planned on things to say but now that I'm talking to you I have no clue what to say or how to say it." 

Kiara threw herself on her bed, her smile never leaving her face as she closed her eyes, listening to your soothing voice. "So, tell me about Kiara, what it's like to live in the Outer Banks?" 

4 months later

After months of planning, you had managed to save up enough money for a plane ticket to OBX. You were currently walking off the plane and into the terminal, your heart beating a mile a minute. You stood to the side as you were about to text Kiara, asking where she was. 

That was until you locked eyes with the girl you'd recognize from the pictures. Kiara's heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest as your eyes met. You held your suitcase tightly as you made a run towards your girl. 

You released your items mid run as you opened your arms out. With one swift motion Kiara picked you up in her arms, holding you close to her. Your legs wrapped around her waist as you held each other tightly. "You're real." Kiara mumbled into your neck as she held back tears.

You pulled away from the hug, your legs still around her torso. Her fingers brushed their way through your hair, subconsciously leaning into her touch. Kiara pecked your cheek as she placed you down onto your feet. Your hands intertwined as you guys walked to her car, your thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

They spent the car ride debating on which Beyonce song was truly the best. Kiara blasted the music as loud as she could take as she sped down roads to her house. 

She drove past the beach, your eyes not leaving the beautiful view in front of you. Your head was turned to the window as colors of the sand and the ocean blurred by. "You want to go?" Kie asked you as she saw you admiring the waves.

You were left speechless, only able to nod your head. 

As soon as they got to Kiara's house, her family was waiting at the door to be introduced. You felt an overwhelming amount of support from her family, none of them giving you attitude or being rude. No one was being homophobic, they were so welcoming towards you which made this day even better.

"Let's go get changed. Bathrooms down the hall and to the left." You dragged your suitcase behind you as you entered the bathroom. You quickly changed into a teal bikini, both pieces of fabric covering you properly, throwing on an oversized shirt for comfort. Kiara grabbed 2 towels and waited for you at this point her face ache from smiling but she couldn't stop.

You walked back out, giving your girl a thumbs up. Joining Kie in the car, she set off to the beach which was only 5 minutes away. It was currently 7:42 p.m. and the sun was beginning to set. The sky was painted in a mixture of purples and pinks, splashes of orange thrown into it as well. You laid down the two towels and sat down on one of them, patting the space next to you.

Kie sat down, instinctively wrapping her arm around you. You rested your head on her shoulder, sitting there in a comfortable silence. You were still in awe at the sight, the waves rising and then quickly falling onto the sand. This was everything compared to the beaches in New Jersey. The birds that flew above, diving down at any food they could find. The sounds of the waves crashing relaxed you to another level. 

"I can't believe you get to see this everyday." You whispered. "You could get to see it everyday too. Well, one day. Well only if you want of course." Kiara nervously stumbled on her words, not knowing how to recover from that. "I'd love that." You simply said, looking at her. The sunlight reflected perfectly off her skin, giving her a sort of Golden look. 

"Kiara?" You questioned, your eyes falling to her lips. "Hmm?" "Can I kiss you?" Kiara was taken back at your question, but immediately answered by moving in toward her. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against yours. You made the final move and pushed slightly so you two were finally kissing. Both of you melted into each other's touch as you smiled into the kiss. You two shared a passionate kiss for a few seconds before pulling away, your noses gently touching. You pressed a kiss to her nose as she shyly bit her bottom lip. 

You rested your head back on her shoulder, staring back into the sunset. "I'm really glad I lost that sweater." You admitted.

"I am too."

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Requested by @sherillda (maybe the user change the name, can't tag)

By the way, it's almost impossible for a Shinazugawa Sanemi to be in trouble at pinch situation (except final arc)

It's canon that he could hold sword's handle with his toe, he could stop the bleeding with his muscle (it's his ability), he could trigger Genya's gun RIGHT at his ear without disturbing his movements, he still moved fast even though the wounds were all over his body, not to mention he's PARTIALLY COLOR BLIND but didn't bothered by that.

Like, wow. Stan this man.

But again, I thought, "This is fiction, Hibana." Ah right, everything could happen.

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Pillar!Reader

Warning: Heavy Injury Description

"THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS IS HARDER TO DEAL WITH!!"

"HAAH?!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

It was a morning couple quarrel before Pillars meeting.

You wanted him to be more softer towards his students. You couldn't take their painful stories about the training and promised them to talk with Sanemi.

But it's getting worst.

"It's my students, and I could do whatever I fucking want!!"

"Yes! Yes, I know! But it's inhumane!!"

Thus, the squabble between you and him were continued until Oyakata-sama presented himself in front of the Pillars

In the middle of meeting, Oyakata suggested to make a pair mission for you two, because the request from a certain region was actually difficult.

But, Sanemi insisted to go alone and told Oyakata to assign you to other region.

"I'm afraid that she will get in my way."

It tickled you off. How dare you, how dare you Sanemi? I'm literally equal to you!! But you just stay on your folded feet, and tried to press your anger.

Oyakata-sama smiled and said, "She's not weak, Sanemi. You knew it too, she willl not be here if she's not strong. But, if you persisted."

It really pissed you off to see his hidden grinning on Oyakata's back.

The quarrels continued, now instead of talking about his students, you scolded him for being rude and implied that you're weak.

Himejima had to step up ande mediate between both of you. He pulled Sanemi off while Mitsuri calmed you down.

After that, you neither talk to him nor had lunch with him.

"COME!! ATTACK ME WITH ALL OF YOUR MIGHT! WHY, BECAUSE IM MAD RIGHT NOW!! HAHA, I'M WEAK?! LET'S PROOF IT THEN!"

That's nonsense!! Your students shivered in fear because you never being like this before, but they had no choice and attacked you.

They were like sand-bag for you today.

Sanemi's side wasn't getting better. Their train getting more excruciating than ever.

He still went to the assigned mission that night, without you of course. You went to assigned region.

No secret kissing, hugging and promise to stay alive together like always, you avoided him and he avoided you.

Because it's obvious. If both of you met again, you and him will just throw profanity each other again.

Sanemi's head was in cloud. He did everything to excite his anger on his way. Punching the trees, kicking stones, stomping the ground, cursing, anything.

"Dumb like her only thought about happy things and will be killed as soon as she stepped on this place."

He's too busy with his mind, and didn't realize there's demon who eyed on him from behind.

Meanwhile, you finished your part on your regions. Not in the blink of an eye, it's pretty difficult fight. There were wounds on your chest, but you still able to restrain the pains.

"I wonder how is Sanemi- WELL I DON'T CARE, WHATEVS, HE'S STRONG RIGHT?, HE DOESN'T NEED ME!"

After receiving some gratitude from the lower Demon Slayer Ranks because you helped them too, you planned to head back to headquarters.

And suddenly a loud blast was heard from the wood east.

You looked at the direction, it's Sanemi assigned region.

"Huh, why am I thinking about him. My job is done. I don't care."

But, you stopped your walk. What if the situation getting dangerous, what if the demon he met didn't intoxicate with his Marechi blood, what if-

'I had a bad feeling about this.' You clenched your fist. "Evacuate all of the villagers around here. For the rest of Demon Slayers, help Kakushis brought injured slayers back to the headquarters." You ordered the rest of Kakushis.

"Yes, (y/n)-sama!"

"Are you planning to go to that area? You got injuries too. Please let me treat you first." asked one of them.

"No worries, I could handle this alone. There's no time. I count on you."

"Understood."

That being said, you started to sway your bad feelings and run to his direction.

On the other hand, Sanemi's fight with the demon was started long ago.

He let out heavy gasp, getting battered from the annoying demon. He started to move recklessly, attacking with his breath techniques but none of it were able to take the monster down.

"Tch!"

Sansmi could feel the blood dripped on his abdomen, no, it's flowing now. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath, trying to surpress his wound with his muscle ability. He's tired, he know, but of course he couldn't run away from here. He knew there is village nearby and he couldn't let this giant demon murdered the villagers.

He jumped again to avoid random attack from the demon. His breathe was heavier than it should be.

A mere demon supposed to be intoxicated by his blood but now, his deep wound on his left and no sign of the demon to moving slower are the real proof that this isn't just a mere demon. A new type? Poison? Probably.

His back was sagged behind the tree, trying to catch a breath but failed. The demon didn't give him rest. It lifted its claws on the air, ready to torn him apart.

"Heh, you even won't let me breath?'

'At least, let me say sorry to her.'

"Couldn't believe that Great Shinazugawa will be in hopeless state like this."

Then, he saw a familiar yet beautiful breathing technique unleashed upon him.

"Third form!!" You gracefully stepped up in front of him, targeting its neck and pushing force thorough your blade.

"What, it's thick!" You jumped back, positioning yourself in stance, pointing your blade towards the demon and protecting Sanemi.

He stared your back with surprised expression. Aren't you going to your region? Why are you here?

"If you could stand, then help me out."

He stood up, joining you at your side. "Don't be a shitty brat, you're injured too."

"Whatever you call."

You tried once more again, with different form of breathing. He went to the other direction. Both of you tried to swing your blades on this demon, but it fend Sanemi's attack and pulled your back with his claw.

You cut its hand off, and quickly jumped backwards, using a tree to let you caught breathe for a moment before used the trunk to support your jump again.

"Fourth style!!"

This time, you and him succeeded to slashed your blade to its neck.

You saw it degraded into ash,nwiping your sweat from your temple. You looked at Sanemi laid down on the ground while panting hard.

"Are you okay?" You knelt in front of him, trying to not look so unsympathetic, even though all you wanna do now is hugged him, and told him, "I'm so relieved you're still alive."

"I don't need you."

"There you go again." You sighed. He sat down. "Let's treat your wo- huh?"

Your vision suddenly blurred. Your hands felt cold. Shivering, you started to lose control of your own body.

And fell into the ground.

Sanemi looked at you in shock. He moved forward and brought you into his embrace.

"Hey, what- goddammit." His palm felt sticky when he touched your back. He looked at his hands.

It made his heart sunk into his stomach. He swear he could make a small pool of your blood with his palm only.

It's not just a scratch, the demon tore your back apart, some of your muscle meat were about to fell off. He suspected it was from earlier when both of you was being attacked back.

"HANG ON!!" He screamed.

"Sa... Ne... Mi... What-"

"DON'T TALK AGAIN!" He quickly suturing the necessary skins to prevent your blood flowing more. He wrapped you in his haori, and soon your blood absorbed into the fabric. "I know you could bear this!! Hang in there!!"

He desperately tried to keep you awake by yelled and called your name while carrying you on his back.

You couldn't feel anything.

It's cold.

It's numb.

You remembered you didn't have chance to say sorry to him.

That one last thought and you dropped your body fully on to his back, unconscious.

You often heard somebody's voice in your sleep, calling your name but you can't move your finger, let alone your body. You couldn't do anything, just hearing that desperate voices saying, "I'm sorry. Please wake up."

It's a pity voice, you thought. I wanted to tell this person that I'm fine, that he didn't have to apologize.

And one day, you snapped your eyes open and white ceilings is the first thing you saw.

You gasped, processing the last fight that rolled again on your brain.

"Oh my God, he's right, I'm weak."

"You're awake and the first thing you say is that you're weak?" Shinobu entered your ward. You let out an awkward laugh. "How is your feeling?" She asked cheerfully.

"Better! I felt great!" You sat down with her help.

"That's good to hear, because I was threatened by your boyfriend if I didn't make you open your eyes in one week, he will kill me. Well, I doubt he could do that."

"Wait, I was sleeping for almost 1 week? I'm really sorry, Shinobu-chan."

"It's okay. I'm actually surprised too because it's a miracle that with this fatal injuries, you're still alive."

"...how bad is it?"

"Scratches on your back."

"Just scra-"

"Big and deep scratch, I could saw your spinal bone thorough your wounded back."

"That's- that's bad."

"Now you know. I will check on you later again. Please rest."

"Will do, thank you! Do you know where Sanemi is?"

"I don't know."

With one last waving, you put your back on the pillow. You looked at the table beside you, a vase with white lily in it and two untouched Ohagi.

"Must be him." you thought. You didn't expect him to visit you because you know he prefers training but looks like he really did stay here for awhile.

You stepped down from your bed slowly. Your back was still hurt but you really wanted to go outside and felt the sun.

It's really quiet here.

"Huh, my back must be so ugly now."

When you walked around, the triplets found and greet you, saying "I'm glad you're fine!"

You talked with them while sitting on engawa and that's when you saw Sanemi from afar. He also noticed you.

You stood up from your seat and waved at him.

"Sane- wha-"

He dropped everything on his hands and went towards you with furious steps.

And pinched your cheek.

"Wawawawa!!!"

"FINALLY, YOU FUCKING WAKE UP."

"Ah, Shinazugawa-san! (y/n) is still injured!"

"SHUT UP."

The girls were running away in fright, but not forgetting to wave at you.

You puffed your cheek and pressed your palm on both of it.

"It hur-"

He suddenly hugged you, almost made your back collided with the floor. He quickly held your back, preventing you to hit the wooden floor.

"Sa- Sanemi?"

He made you sat, still hugging you and planted his forehead on your crook.

"You're alive."

"Yeah? Looks like I am? You're being weird. I'm scared, a little."

"Shut up. It's my fault, I'm sorry."

"What-" He tighten up his embrace. You saw a vague red on his ear tip.

Oho.

"I won't repeat it twice."

"I get it, I get it. I didn't really think about it anymore." You caressed his hair and rubbed his cheek. "You're alive too, that's the matter."

"If I didn't being so stubborn and being more stronger, you probably didn't have to encounter this." He muttered on your skin. He really relieved when he saw you sat there, he really thought he will never see you again. When the thought of he never saw your smile again, he became crazy, and blamed himself. He couldn't help but think that it's his fault.

But now, you're breathing, he felt yiur warm skin, he felt your soothing voice again.

"Well, I'm sorry too, because you proofed my point, I'm the one who weaklings here."

"If you're weak, you di- nevermind, I don't want to think about it."

This dumb quarrel should've ended earlier.

"Yeah, me too." He pulled a warm smile and kissed your lips quickly. You blushed from the unexpected action.

He just realize what he has done and he wanted to hid his face right now.

Sanemi released his hug, changed his position. He put his head on your thighs, facing your stomach, and hugging your hips.

Not wanting to show his burning face.

"I wanted to sleep, I'm tired of taking care and guard the princess for almost one week. She gave me hard time. Wake me up at noon." You giggled.

"Sure." You stroked his white hair slowly. He shifted for a moment to find comfortable position. His stiff shoulder was relaxed and finally sunk into your tender body.

Your fellow Pillars were coming and heading on your way. You put your index finger on your lips while looking at them. All of the Pillars were stopped for a moment when he saw that feral man slept peacefully on your thighs.

Except one man, Uzui Tengen.

"Look, it's the guy who begging for his girlfriend to come back to life but being tsundere and now casually being intimate in the estate."

Sanemi snapped his eyes open, sat up and turned around. You jolted. Even though you couldn't saw it, you could feel Sanemi's malicious eyes pierced thorough that flamboyant man.

"I'LL KILL YOU, UZUI. I'LL KILL YOU."

[ashes-and-ashes]

I'm not sure if you're still taking prompts but :)) This probably has been done but: University AU. Remus takes history or english Sirius something art related they meet at the university café or library idk and they just keep meeting there til one day one of them decides to give the other their phone number to keep taking about whatev and well things happen ;)

Ooh. A university, coffee shop and fake dating AU all rolled into one!

Don’t ask me where this came from. I need to sleep.

~

Remus stared at the boy across the street and scowled.

It was his own fault really, for going out last night. He wasn’t going to, was planning on staying at home and binging Netflix until 3 in the morning but Dorcas wouldn’t have it.

“You’ll never get a boyfriend staying at home Re! Come one! Meet some people! Have fun!”

“I am having fun,” Remus protested, but Dorcas ignored him. She had dragged him out to somebody’s house, complete with flashing lights and karaoke screens then promptly abandoned him to hook up with her girlfriend Marlene.

It was all very awkward. Remus barely left his dorm room, besides going to classes. He was standing awkwardly by the punch bowl, wondering if he could drown himself in it when he saw the boy.

He had walked right over, no sign of the fear or trepidation that filled most people’s eyes when they saw Remus. The scars barely faded, even after 15 years, still carved raised, angry lines over his skin.

“I’ve never seen you before,” the boy had muttered, shooting him a flirtatious wink. “I thought I knew everyone here.”

“I’m surprised you can even see, with the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed.” Remus folded his arms, gesturing at the cup in the other boy’s hands.

The boy shrugged. He shoved the cup in Remus’ hands, fingers reaching round to tap Remus lightly on the ass. “Who knows? I’ll probably forget all this tomorrow.” He paused, pulling something white out of his pocket, stuffing it into the waistband of Remus’ Jeans. “See you around then?”

“Get your hand off my - “ Remus started furiously, but the boy had already sauntered off. Remus glared down at the cup in his hands, filled with some slushy mixture. He winced. Maybe he needed some alcohol.

He couldn’t stop seeing the boy after that. It was like a spotlight was on him, trailing him through the rooms. Remus watched as he paraded about the house, handing off random drinks to people and occasionally scribbling something on top of the napkins laying about. He watched as the boy laughed and swore and flirted with everyone in the room, finishing off with an impassioned duet with a girl with flaming red hair.

Remus was leaning against the bar, idly flicking through his phone when the boy came over again. He was covered in glitter, smears of it in his hair and across his cheekbones, his eyes bright. “So? Loosened up a bit?”

“Not as much as you have,” Remus said drily.

The boy laughed. His hair was tangled, a dark cloud of black hanging around his shoulders. Remus wondered if the boy could hear his heartbeat, pounding in his chest.

“So.” Remus shrugged. “Just coming to chat?”

“Never seen you before. It makes you interesting.”

“Well. I don’t get out a lot.”

The boy cocked his head, fixing Remus with a piercing gaze. He smirked, then snatched the cup from Remus’ hands and upended it. Remus watched the light gleam on his exposed throat and looked down. “Look,” he said. “I don’t know what you’re doing here - “

“Maybe I like you.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

“Maybe that’s cause - “ The boy broke off, his eyes fixed on someone across the room. Remus followed his gaze; a girl with waist length hair stood at the doorway, beckoning with one hand. Remus couldn’t tell who she was; the air was hazy with falling glitter and cigarette fumes, but the boy’s eyes lit up. He pushed off from the bar without a second glance, striding over to the girl. Remus watched as he flung an arm around her shoulders and allowed himself to be lead off into one of the other rooms.

The ring of a bell tore Remus from his memories. He scowled, looking down at his hands. There was still glitter trapped underneath his nails, proof that the party had happened and the boy was real and he was hopelessly, hilariously smitten -

He glanced up; the door had just opened, and coming in was -

“Oh no,” Remus hissed. He fumbled for his phone, shoving it in pocket, chugged the rest of his coffee and swore. “Shit!”

It was the boy from last night, his hair still a mess and his cheeks flushed. A look of relief filled his face as he spotted Remus; Remus groaned and sunk down lower in his seat.

“Thank God it’s someone I know,” the boy said, sliding into the seat next to Remus. His lips were chapped, the skin slightly raw like he had bitten the skin off. “Hide me.”

Remus slammed his laptop shut. “Look. I know we technically met last night but I don’t know you. And I happen to have a History essay due tomorrow, and I haven’t done any of it. So if you wouldn’t mind - “

The boy raised a brow. “Snarky.”

“I told you I don’t go out very much.” Remus gestured to himself. “This is me hungover.”

“Yeah? Well this is me sober.” The boy leaned forward, planting his elbows on the table. Remus swallowed, looking down; he wondered if the boy was able to see the flush that colored his cheeks. “What are you - “

“Shhh!”

Remus rolled his eyes. He watched the boy, noticed his his gaze was fixed over Remus’ shoulder. He turned slightly in his seat, gazing out the window behind him. “Looking for someone?”

“Hiding from someone.”

“Who?”

The boy shrugged. “A girl. Black hair. Grey eyes. Crazy enough to murder someone.”

The words stung. “An Ex?”

The boy cringed, his gaze sliding over to meet Remus’. “Ew. No. A cousin.”

“Oh.”

Seemingly satisfied that his cousin wasn’t following him, the boy leaned back in his chair. He stretched his legs out, one foot resting on Remus’ - Remus quickly jerked his foot back. “Well. Nice to see you again. I realized I never introduced myself. I’m Sirius.”

“Sirius.” Remus frowned. “Canis Major? The Dog Star? You’re named after a star?”

Sirius grinned, eyes shining. “Oh, I prefer to think of it as an excellent opportunity to make ‘Are you serious’ jokes. Not many people pick up the star reference. You doing Astronomy?”

Remus shook his head. “History.”

Sirius nodded. He spread his hands out on the table; there were tiny flecks of ink, like stars littering his skin. “I’m doing art.”

“Oh.” Remus nodded. “That’s probably why I’ve never met you then. We’re on opposite sides of the campus.”

“I know loads of History people! Peter, Dorcas, Hestia. And Fab and Gid are over in English.”

“Yeah. Well, I guess our friend groups don’t mix then.”

Sirius laughed. “All of you are too boring for us. Party poppers.”

“Drunkards.”

“Prudes.”

“Stoners.”

Sirius smirked. “You’re a dick, aren’t you?”

Remus shrugged. “Sorry. The nice Remus has been beaten out of me. You’ll have to put up with the hungover asshole instead.”

“Remus.” Sirius cocked his head. “That means wolf, right? I did a project last year - it was this mural of Romulus and Remus and the Wolf Lupa.”

Remus spread his arms. “See? Not too shabby!”

“Yeah - “ Sirius broke off, his eyes fixed on the window. Remus turned and saw a girl with dark hair, texting on her phone on the sidewalk. He glanced over at Sirius. “Her?”

“No.” Sirius sunk back into his seat. “Thank God.”

Remus frowned. “Why are you hiding from her?”

“Oh God, it’s a long story.” Sirius stared down at his hands, running his nail against the pale skin. “My parents are old fashioned. And rich. They keep setting me up with people…people that I can’t be with. Not in that way. And I just can’t - “ He broke off. “Bella saw me with my friend last night. Instead of being with my...with my girlfriend.” He spat the words out. “And Bella, being the world’s greatest bitch, is going to lord this over me. She’ll blackmail me. Threaten to tell my parents.”

“Oh.” Remus blinked. “So. That blond girl. You were cheating on your girlfriend with her?”

Sirius looked puzzled. “What blond girl?”

“You know.” Remus waves his hand vaguely. “Pink dress. White heels. Blond hair down to her waist?”

“Pink dress - Ohhh.” Sirius shook his head. “Oh god. No! No, that wasn’t a girl.”

“Wasn’t a what?”

“That’s my friend. His name is James. He was just in drag for that night because - oh it’s a long story. No, Bella saw me with him, assumed he was a girl - “

“Right.”

“ - And now all this shit is happening.” Sirius threw his hands up. “God. What a fucking nightmare.”

“Sounds rough.” Remus ran a hand through his hair. His stomach was rolling again, palms slightly sweaty. “So, who’s your girlfriend?”

Sirius groaned. “Oh. Oh she’s awful, but she’s rich so - “

The door flew open, hitting the wall so hard it left a crack in the plaster. Remus jumped, his eyes falling on a girl, her curly black hair piled up on top of her head like a beehive. She looked like Sirius - the same high cheekbones and grey eyes and pale skin, arrogance reeking from every inch. “Sirius!”

Sirius swore, shoving his chair behind him. He stood, fists clenched at his sides. “Go away Bellatrix.”

Bellatrix shook her head. She turned her phone around, revealing a picture of Sirius. The picture was blurry but clear enough to make out Sirius’ face, his arms wrapped around James’. “Who’s this girl?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bella, that isn’t a girl.”

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. “She’s in a dress. Wearing heels. Has boobs that are practically popping out. But sorry, what were you saying?”

“That’s James in fucking drag you moron - “

“And I’m the queen of England.” Bellatrix shook her head. “Oh, your parents are going to be so mad, Sirius! So, so mad!”

“Fuck them.”

Bellatrix gasped in mock horror. “Oh. I don’t think they’d like to hear that!”

“Uh.” Sirius swore. “Fine. Post it. I don’t care. I’m not even dating her.”

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. “Oh. And who are you dating?”

“Remus,” Sirius said promptly. Remus started, jerking back in his chair. What the fuck?

Bellatrix laughed. “Who?”

“Remus.” Sirius met Remus’ eyes - he seemed to be pleading for him to follow his lead. “We’re dating.”

Bellatrix spluttered. “You? You and - and him - “

Fuck you, Remus mouthed at Sirius, standing up from his chair. He paused - he didn’t know jackshit about being in a relationship. He thought back, trying to picture Marlene and Dorcas, Hestia and Peter, before linking his hands through Sirius’ and resting his arm on Sirius’ shoulder. “We’ve been dating for 6 months now.”

Sirius’ eyes lit up. He turned, brushing his lips against Remus’ cheek - he could hear Sirius breathing, whispering a quiet thank you before turning to face Bellatrix.

She coughed, fanning herself dramatically. “You - you just wait until I tell Auntie and Uncle. They’ll be so mad at you - “

“Fuck off,” Remus told her. With a huff, she spun on her heel, slamming the door behind her.

“Shit,” Sirius said. He sunk down into the chair, holding his head in his hands. “God. I’m so sorry Remus - “

“It’s…” Remus trailed off. “So what happens now?”

“Bella tells Narcissa,” Sirius mumbled, from behind his fingers. “Narcissa tells Andromeda, who tells Ted, who tells Marlene, who announces it to the fucking world…” He sighed. “Guess I’m getting disowned.” He turned, staring at Remus. “Look. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean - we can pretend to break up - “

Remus interrupted him. “How long?”

Sirius stared. “What?”

“How long until this dies down.”

“I don’t know. A week? 2?”

“Fine.” Remus tilted his head. A familiar fire was filing his veins, the wolf inside of him that refused to back down. “Fine. Two weeks.”

Sirius frowned. “What do you mean?”

“How long do you think we can fool people into thinking we’re dating?”

A slow smile spread across Sirius’ face.

[hanmajoerin]

*adds this WIP to an already burning pile of other WIPs*

I’ve always wanted to try my hand at the amnesia trope and when the right inspiration came along I just had to run with it! 

The story is posted on AO3 and Fanfic.net, but you can also read it under the cut! 

Summary: After being separated from InuYasha for a year, Kagome wakes up to find herself back in the Feudal Era. Without her memory, she introduces a new side of herself to InuYasha, who claims that they were separated for three years and reunited for seven months.

Chapter 1: A Second Reunion

Kagome found her gaze fixated on her high school uniform which sat neatly in the back of a blue locker. Soft shadows hugged the navy and beige fabric as a soft sound—almost like white noise or static—seemed to embrace her thoughts. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Kagome reached out and grabbed her clothes. Exhaling slowly, she turned away from the locker so that when she opened her eyes nothing would have changed.

It was hard to believe that a year had passed since the Bone Eater's Well stopped working. Like a catalyst, the broken connection between her time and InuYasha's changed so much about Kagome without having to change itself. Her attendance rate soared, her old lifestyle came slamming into her weekdays, her acquired fear of the darkness felt like a slow burn even though it wasn't, and now she had invented ways to carry the consequences. Even though her friends in the Feudal Era were alive and well, they weren't here. Kagome supposed she was grieving but she felt as if she should be... happier. Miroku's wind tunnel must have vanished so he and Sango were probably married with a child on the way. Shippo was probably having a lot of fun staying in the village and playing with kids his own age while InuYasha... everyone always said that he was restless in the village, but Kagome liked to think he was somewhat happy. Not that happy and InuYasha often mixed, but Naraku and the Sacred Jewel were defeated, he should at least be able to relax.

The young high schooler sighed, imagining InuYasha asleep on her bed. He appeared almost angelic then, but afterwards, he and Shippo could easily tie for the title of "Most Mischievous." Kagome hoped that InuYasha wasn't driving anyone insane with that demonic energy.

"Higurashi!" Yua Watanabe, the archery club's captain, called out with a slight wave.

Kagome dropped her hands from the ties of her hakama, offering her senior a soft, "Hi, Watanabe."

As her senior approached, Kagome attempted swallowing the idea of InuYasha with a quiet gulp. "Thanks for all of your hard work this year. I'm really glad you joined the club!" Yua exclaimed with a carefree ease that Kagome envied.

"Thank you, being able to do archery is important to me," Kagome replied, warmth spreading across her cheeks at the praise. Yua nodded a few times in agreement, not at all able to comprehend the meaning behind Kagome's remark. She continued talking, also unaware of how Kagome's thoughts returned to a time that she hadn't asked to leave behind. "Oh, and we're really looking forward to having you start training to compete next year. I know you'll do well!"

Kagome flashed Yua another modest smile but before she could even thank her for a second time, she yawned. "Excuse me," Kagome apologized, but another large yawn stretched at her consciousness. "I'm just going to go to bed now..."

The world returned to Kagome slowly. She blinked her eyes against an overwhelming amount of deep browns and warm oranges. The ceiling above almost looked like the wood roofing of a hut and the unmistakable popping fire and chirping crickets sounded like a lullaby. It's almost like I'm back in the Feudal Era, she thought to herself as she yawned. Just as she was about to turn and settle back into sleep, she heard him.

"You're awake."

InuYasha's voice sent Kagome lurching forward, all thoughts of sleep vanishing instantly. "InuYasha!" she exclaimed, her heart rate sprinting just as quickly as the dizziness in her head. The high schooler clutched at her chest with uncertainty, brown eyes daring to take in the telltale silver hair and amber eyes of the man she spent so many days longing to see just like this.

"Hey," InuYasha began, resting his hands on her shoulders. When—how did I come back? Kagome asked herself as she reached up to grasp one of the half-demon's hands. She never realized that his calloused skin could feel like a balm, working without delay to relieve the past year of her life. InuYasha was seated properly before her, his face highlighted by firelight and grounded by a somber expression."You shouldn't be pushing yourself right now. Kaede said you should rest."

Kagome's brown eyes had to be shining as he—InuYasha!— gently lowered her back down to the floor. She could feel moisture building at the corner of her eyes, too. Of course, there were so many questions she needed to ask, but watching as InuYasha gingerly pulled a thin blanket up past her shoulders, Kagome was just happy he was here. He felt so real; his touch, the timbre of his voice—everything about this InuYasha felt so real. If Kagome was dreaming, she didn't want to wake up. "I can't believe you came for me," she croaked out because she always knew that he would.

"Of course I did, stupid," InuYasha chided, crossing his arms. A small giggle filtered past Kagome's lips as he turned up his nose. When the schoolgirl fantasized about her reunion with InuYasha, he never acted this casual. They had spent a little more than a year apart from each other for the first time since they met and it was entirely too long. Had she not been so wrapped up in her own emotions, she may have chastised him back. "Would have been easier for me to do that if you waited for me like I told you to instead of charging out of the brush like that. You could've gotten seriously hurt, Kagome."

Kagome furrowed her brow slightly at InuYasha's comment. "What?" She asked, wiping away a tear with her index finger.

InuYasha thrust his nose even further in the air. "Keh, don't play innocent; damn ogre's club wasn't that hard, you didn't need to rush out."

Kagome frowned as his words sunk in. "I..." She brought a hand to her temple, rubbing it lightly as she tried to process what the half-demon told her.

All traces of agitation scurried from InuYasha's features at her motion. "Kagome, is your head bothering you? Kaede gave me some medicine to help with that, let me get it for you."

Before he could walk away, Kagome's hand grabbed at his pants, instantly stilling him. "Kagome...?"

"Where is Kaede?"

"'Dunno," InuYasha shrugged. "She probably went home or somethin'," he finished, lightly shaking her hand away and placing the kettle over the fire.

So InuYasha has his own hut and he wanted me to stay, Kagome thought to herself. A molten smile spread across her cheeks that matched the blush she was sure also appeared there.

Kagome rolled to her side to watch InuYasha as he babysat his kettle. Everything from the painted scowl to the delicate way he mixed tea was deliberate and when he was beside her once more, she pulled herself into a sitting position. As he passed her the cup, his hands lingered against hers. It was glaringly clear that InuYasha wanted to pick up where they had left off a few weeks before they defeated Naraku. Still, Kagome couldn't help but laugh slightly, not used to an InuYasha who was anything but abrasive. "You've sure grown up some," she said, tilting her head to the side.

"Uh..." InuYasha replied, breaking their contact to shove his hands into the voluminous red sleeves of the fire rat. "You uh, really hit your head there, didn't ya?" Kagome frowned again—hit her head? Didn't listen to him? She was missing something but before she could even ask, InuYasha grasped her free hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "Listen, when I told you to stay hidden, it was only because I knew I could handle that dumbass ogre on my own. I should have been paying more attention to you, though. You're still learning and I—I should have protected you. I'm sorry."

Kagome shook her head as InuYasha bowed his own. He wanted forgiveness when absolutely nothing he admitted happened to them. Kagome wriggled her hand from InuYasha's and winced, rubbing her forehead again. "Are you real?" She nearly whispered, tears forming once more. Kagome was used to the dreams—it would be so easy for him to deny it or stumble over his words or maybe just admit that all of this was just another fantasy her mind played out. But when she saw how the anxiety accumulated across every aspect of her half-demon's body, Kagome had a feeling she really was awake. "It's just that I—" she cut herself off. She needed to stand and maybe get fresh air or something. The world spun beneath her feet, but InuYasha was there, catching her and he was really there—they were really together. "Oh InuYasha," she stated, tears finally finding their freedom.

InuYasha froze the moment she buried her head against his chest, but it didn't take him very long to wrap his arms around her. "I'm supposed to be the one who's upset," he reminded her, hands softly stroking her hair. "You're really starting to worry me, Kagome," he admitted then and Kagome shook her head, lifting her dewy eyes up at him with a relief she thought would never be materialized.

InuYasha was different than she remembered and yet exactly the same. Just being around him set her at ease and she could feel some of her nightmares fade away. Kagome was safe now, but even as she sniffled a bit, InuYasha continued running his hand up and down her back, he radiated a peace she hadn't expected after being apart for so long. "How can you be so calm?" She asked him.

InuYasha's brow twitched slightly and he raised a fist, it was almost as if Kagome unintentionally spiked his ire. All she could do was tilt her head to the side. "Because Kaede said that being upset wouldn't help you relax. She didn't tell me it would make you worry more," he ground out. If InuYasha could trade a gentle reaction for an angry one within seconds, Kagome knew absolutely that she was in the Feudal Era again.

"It's been such a hard year without you, InuYasha, why on Earth wouldn't I want you to feel something? Did you even miss me?"

"The hell are you talking about, Kagome?"

Kagome frowned. Well, it was good to know that InuYasha could still unintentionally spark her ire, too. "My life has been absolutely miserable without you!" She blurted out, pressing an accusatory finger against his chest. "Do you have any idea how difficult things have been for me? And now you're just standing here like... like you haven't even thought about me on—" Kagome groaned, her head protesting at the plethora of emotions running through her mind.

InuYasha reached out, cupping her cheeks in his hands. "Kagome, take it easy," he advised, and she could hear the note of concern in his voice despite how stern it was. She glared up at him. He offered her a crooked smile that quickly faded. "Wait, did you say it's been a year since the well stopped working?"

"I mean, I think so," she said, suddenly feeling sheepish. Maybe her memories were a little off.

InuYasha placed a finger under her chin, tilting her up to look into her eyes. She found that his were suddenly swirling with conflicting emotions. "You were gone for three years."

Kagome gasped, taking a step back. "Three..."

"What's the last thing you remember?" InuYasha asked, picking Kagome up then laying her back down onto the ground.

Although he was trying his best to remain calm, she could tell he was upset.

Kagome swallowed the lump in her throat, reaching out her hand to lay against his thigh. "I just finished my first year of high school," she confessed.

"What happened to me?" InuYasha placed his hand over hers.

"We were fighting an ogre on the outskirts of the village 'n it threw you against the ground."

[girls-scenarios]

*Looks at my Halloween request sinking into de nether REEE* It's OK anyway, I'm just gonna send in another request here lol Prompt -"You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?" and "And now the power’s out." with fromis_9's Jiwon

fromis_9 Jiwon / Holiday Prompts

9. “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” + 16. ‘‘And now the power’s out.’‘

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“I’m going to be working up until Christmas day, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it home. I’ll try my best though,” Jiwon had said over the phone, the noises of a music video set obvious in the background. The worry in her voice had made it obvious: she wasn’t joking around. Still, her words hadn’t really sunk in. You’d never spent a Christmas without her since the two of you started dating, so it was hard to believe that she’d have to miss this one.

Now, on Christmas Eve, you sat at home in an uncomfortable silence, sipping your hot chocolate as you stared at the small Christmas tree near the couch. This year, you’d decorated it all alone, and it looked sad as it blinked against the window. Outside it was snowing, or really, storming, reflecting your mood as you stood from the table with a sigh.

“This is dumb,” you said aloud to yourself as you walked over to the sink and dumped the rest of your drink down the drain. You no longer had an appetite. despite not having eaten dinner. It was kind of pathetic, if you thought about it. You were a grown adult and so was Jiwon. This kind of thing was bound to happen. But still, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to see her tomorrow left a bad taste in your mouth and made your heart drop. Usually Christmas Eve was full of music and laughter and fun. This year, it was stormy and dreary.

You shivered as you walked into the hallway. Was it getting colder, or was it just you? As you stopped to check the thermostat, the light in the hallway flickered, and you groaned. Just like that, the power was out, and you felt like banging your head against the wall.

“Great, just great,” you muttered to yourself as you blinked, squinting down the hall. You couldn’t see a thing. “What else could go wrong tonight?” Pulling out your cellphone, you turned on the flashlight and tried to remember where you’d stored all your actual flashlights and candles. You were pretty sure they were in a cabinet somewhere, but where?

After a lot of careful shuffling and shivering, you managed to find a few candles and light them around the house, giving you a tiny bit of light in the otherwise pitch-black night. It wasn’t much, though, and you found yourself wondering if you should just go to bed despite the early hour. It wasn’t like you’d be missing anything if you did.

Just as you were about to turn on your heel to head to your bedroom, there was a knock at the door. You froze in place for a moment, your heart stopping with a mixture of fear and excitement, before you slowly turned around. Were you imagining things?

No, there was another knock. Taking a shaky breath, you clutched your phone and crept over to the door. Your heart was pounding now as you went through the possibilities. Was it Jiwon? Or was it your neighbor, looking for candles or something? Or a robber?

A glance at the door camera was all it took to bring a wide smile to your face. You threw open the door, letting out a giddy laugh as you saw the wrapped up figure outside.

“You look warm,” you said, and the tiny figure whined and shuffled past you, brushing snow from her shoulders.

“It’s freezing out there!” Jiwon gasped as she pulled off her scarf, huffing and puffing. “Who allowed this? I almost died trying to get here!” As she kicked off her boots, grumbling under her breath, you slowly closed the door. For a moment, you wondered if you were dreaming. But the chill in the air that bit at your skin told you this was real.

“You made it,” you said, voice soft as you pulled your girlfriend into a tight hug. She let out a laugh, hugging you tight in return.

“I made it! Did you really think I was going to let you spend Christmas alone?”

“But you were so busy! How did you manage to get away?”

“I had to bribe my manager and sweet-talk my way out, but I made it.” Grinning, Jiwon leaned up to give you a quick kiss. Despite the cold, her lips were warm. “When I heard how upset you were over the phone, I decided I had to come. And I’m so glad I did.”

“I’m glad you did too.” You were grinning like an idiot, but you didn’t care to hide it. You were much too happy for that. “I didn’t want to spend Christmas without you.”

Jiwon shivered as she stepped away, looking around the living room. “Is the power off or something? It’s freezing in here too.”

“Yep, the power’s out because of the storm. But I have a bunch of blankets, we can pile those up on the bed!”

“Okay, that sounds good.” She smiled and nudged your shoulder. “I like the candles. It feels romantic. You know, we could do something else to warm ourselves up!”

Your cheeks flushed with happiness as you laughed and shook your head, starting off down the hall. “You’re so bad!”

Giggling, Jiwon skipped to catch up and threw her arms around you, cuddling in close. “What, I know you were thinking the same thing!” She smelled like peppermint and her voice was like music to your ears. Letting out a satisfied sigh, you settled back into her arms. You were so glad she was home.

-

The next morning, you woke up to sun streaming in through the window. Blinking, you sat up to see snow piled up outside beneath a clear sky. The room was toasty warm, and you could hear the appliances whirring, back to life after the blackout. Smiling, turned to look at Jiwon beside you. Her hair and the top of her head were barely poking out of the mountain of blankets, and you chuckled softly as you pulled down the blankets to place a chaste kiss to her forehead.

“Good morning and Merry Christmas, Jiwon.”

She blinked awake with a smile, turning to open her arms for a hug that you quickly gave her. The bed was cozy and warm, and there was nowhere to be, so you cuddled in close and closed your eyes. You were happy just like this.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

[fancycakedragon]

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Nick Scratch x Reader, Ambrose Spellman x Reader

Warning(s): smut

A/N: This is written for a request. Imma just let you know now that this is my second time writing smut. I wrote one five years ago and deleted it after a week. So read at your own risk of cringing.

Masterlist

Nick and Ambrose watched you tredge through your apartment. You exhaustion was obvious but despite your lovers telling you to you didn't take any breaks. You had been preparing for your end of course exams at the academy for the past two weeks. The only problem was that you weren't taking much care of yourself. The past several days you studied until you fell asleep on your desk hours before dawn.

Nick was used to this and had tricks to make you take breaks and relax. Ambrose on the other hand was new to the relationship and was slowly becoming more and more worried about your state.

"She can't keep going like this," Ambrose whispered to Nick as they watched you. 

"She won't listen and I already convinced her to add breaks into her schedule. It's out of our hands until exams are over," Nick said with a shrug. 

"There must be something we can do though." 

The two thought and at the same time looked at eachother, "I've got an idea!" 

Ambrose sped of to the kitchen and started pulling ingredients from the cabinets. Nick went over to you, "What are you looking for, baby?"

You looked at him with weary eyes, "Can't find my potions notebook."

"Think I saw it in the bedroom," he suggested.

You went over to the said room with Nick following behind.

"What are the chances, I can convince you to take a quick break?" Nick asked.

You turned to him. "Nick I-" You stopped when you saw the intense gaze he had on you. 

"C'mon baby, just a quick break," he said moving in closer. "How fast can I get you to cum before you have to get back to studying?" 

You gasped your hands instintively reaching for his shirt. 

You eyes dropped to his lips watching Nick lick them seductively. "Fuck just kiss me already," you whispered. That was all he needed. In an instant you were in Nick's embrace moving your lips against eachother. He didn't waste much time pushing his tongue into your mouth and exploring the area. 

Your hands tangled into his hair fingers scraping at the scalp eliciting a groan from the back of his throat. You whimpered as you felt his hand drag up your thigh moving closer you your core. Sacred hell, you wanted him to just-

"Oh this was your plan?" Ambrose asked from the doorway.

Nick turned to Ambrose long enough to address him, "Yeah, we're gonna remind Y/N to take a break and release some tension."

"Like I need to be told twice," Ambrose quickly shed his shirt and pants tossing them off to the side. In two strides he was inches from you cradling your face and bringing you in for a kiss. You moved your hand to the back of his neck holding him close then focused your attention on working your lips again his. 

Nick was the one to guide you two onto the bed. He behind you against the headboard. His hands found their way to your nipples pinching and pulling. With a drawn out moan your back arched pushing your breasts further into his deft hands.

Ambrose quickly rid himself of his pants before crawling to you. He leaned in a placed a tender kiss on your lips. You felt so hazey sandwiched between the two men and you hadn't even gotten to the good part. 

Ambrose gave you an innocent smile but his actions were quite the opposite. "Tell me what you want, Y/N," he quipped while teasing his fingers against your folds. The command in his voice had desire pooling between your thighs.

"Want you to fuck me," you whined.

The two men groaned at your words before Ambrose moved his face closer to your core. He dragged his tongue up your lips landing on your clit. You moaned at the contact. Your hips thrusted up trying to get more contact.

Ambrose locked his eyes with yours as he worked his tongue against your folds then moving it inside you. You bit your lip watching the intensity of his movements. He moved his mouth to your clit and focused on it while his fingers entered you pussy slowly moving in and out. 

When you felt his fingers hit your g-spot you gasped thighs automatically closing and squeezing his head. Nick with a chuckle pulled them apart. You gripped his arms fingers digging into his biceps. Your leaned your head back against his shoulder.

"Fuck, Ambrose. M'gonna-" your words were cut off by you reaching your climax. You hips met the thrust of his fingers drawing your orgasm longer. You relaxed agaisnt Nick with a soft mewl.

Ambrose nuzzled your neck as you tried to regain your breath. He reveled in the sound of your panting knowing he was able to work you through a satisfying orgasm. He wanted to do it again and again but he knew not to be selfish.

Nick idly traced his fingers waiting for you to recover before he leaned in and nibbled on the shell of your ear. 

"My turn," he whispered then wordlessly prompted you to get up and turn around facing him. Then he guided you onto his lap. Your brows knitted together as you slowly sunk down his cock. 

You waited a bit to adjust to the way he stretched your walls. You wrapped your hands around his neck for leverage and began rocking your hips slowly. "Fuck, Y/N you might just be the death of me," Nick breathed out before claiming your lips. Once he was satisfied he leaned back to watched you move. Oh the feeling was so familiar but your body always reacted like it was a new experience everytime.

Ambrose couldn't contain his moans and it only served as more motivation. You let out but wimper when you saw him stroke his length. Satan help you, this was easily going to become a regular thing.

Your attention returned to Nick as he kissed and sucked on your neck. He moved to your breasts biting marks before pulling a nipple into his mouth.

You picked up the pace earning a greatful moan from Nick. Soon you were bouncing on his cock your breasts following along. Nick looked up at you his eyes blown with lust. His parted lips were red and swollen. You always looked so fucking exquisite like this sometimes he wondered if the false god might be real. Cause no power from the depths of hell could create a person as breath taking as you.

"Mmm Nicky, m'close again,"

Nick bit at the spot behind your ear, "You gonna cum, huh? Cream me with your sweet pussy?"

You shuddered at the filth coming from his lips. Ambrose gasped as he watched. His hands sped up trying to get himself close to an orgasm.

"Need you to cum with me," you breathed out.

"Just let go, I'll follow baby," Nick reassured you. He pressed his thumb against your lips which you took in a sucked. With a pop it was pulled away from your mouth and moved to your clit. Nick pressed and rubbed causing white hot pleasure to shoot through you. Your toes curled and your fingers scraped his shoulder blades as you reached your second orgasm with a lustful wail.

Nick and Ambrose weren't far behind after you. Nick gripped your thighs bucking up into you. Ambrose's hands slowed down dragging it along his length. You groaned as you got off of Nick and landed next you him on the bed. 

"I needed that," you huffed.

Nick turned to face you. His knuckles followed the curve of your body, "That's why we're here. To remind you to take a load off." 

Ambrose got up leaving the room.

"Ambrose, get back here," you called after him.

He answered over his shoulder, "I'll be back in a minute darling." It wasn't long before he returned with a cup of tea. "For you," he said offering it to you.

You sat up and accepted the tea, "Thank you." You took a sip unaware of the wink Ambrose had sent to Nick. This was nice but your mind was already reworking out your schedule to accomodate the time you lost. You blinked slowly noticing that your tea was already finished. By then it was too late, drowsiness clouded your thoughts and you looked at Ambrose with what you hoped was a threatening enough glare.

"I'm gonna kill you."

Nick took the cup you were holding and set it on the drawer next to the bed, "Of course you are, right after a good night's sleep."

Ambrose gave you a kiss on your forehead then Nick pulled you to him which you didn't fight. Maybe rest would do you some good.

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