#Betray your loved ones to save your own skin ❤️

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ParaNist is coward/coward but the aspects of bravery they lack are different.

[sugurus-thoughts]

03. sata doesn't know you like I do

❆pairing — saturo gojo x virgin! reader!

❆summary —santa, doesn't know you like I do i know all of your favorite songs pick up each time you call so why can't I be the one to give you everything you want?

❆ w/c — 15,1k

warnings —nsfw, established relationship, angst, fluff, suggestive, making out, smut, pure love, mentions virginity, first time, touching, MDNI.

a/n — Istarted a series based on, Sabrina Carpenter's ep called Fruitcake. Since Christmas is drawing near I'll base every character on a song title. This series will also continue if it does well also keep note this is my first time writing smut I hope it fit your liking. I hope you all like it!!! ❤️

ps: I didn't proof read this I was so tired but hopefully you enjoy it!!

"Does it hurt, my love?" he whispered, his voice a low, husky caress that sent shivers down your spine. The struggle to contain his pleasure was evident in every ragged breath, yet he maintained a fragile thread of control, solely for your comfort. His eyes, dark pools of desire, delved deep into yours, searching for the slightest whisper of discomfort. But you merely shook your head, a silent assurance that your pleasure exceeded any hint of pain.

"I need words, my love," he implored, his soft, gentle voice a stark contrast to the primal passion that threatened to consume him. His smile, a tender, loving gesture, was solely for you, and you alone. Your response, a broken, trembling whisper, betrayed the emotions that swirled within you.

Satoru was a man of boundless patience, especially when it came to you. A man of honor and quiet dignity, he carried your heart above his own, always putting you first. From the moment you met at a small, unassuming gathering introduced by your ever-thoughtful friend Shoko Ieiri—there was an undeniable spark. Shoko had always believed in love for you, convinced that someone like you, so strong yet so deserving of tenderness, was meant to find it. She saw the beauty in your independence, the strength in your solitude, but also the quiet ache you tried so hard to conceal.

As a lawyer and a fiercely self-reliant woman, you had built a life where love seemed unnecessary, even impractical. You had spent years alone, finding purpose in your work, strength in yourself, and telling yourself that this was enough. You didn’t think love had a place in your world, let alone a man like him. But then came Satoru— persistent, with his piercing blue eyes, his pale skin, and hair like freshly fallen snow, so unapologetically himself. He didn’t just want to know you; he was determined to understand you, to peel back the layers you’d so carefully constructed.

You never thought you’d meet someone like him in your late twenties, when you’d long given up on the idea of love being something for you. Yet here he was, his presence softening the edges of a heart you thought had grown too calloused. He saw you—not the lawyer, not the independent woman who needed no one—but you. The woman who had quietly resigned herself to a life alone, who thought she didn’t want children, who believed her purpose was in helping others, not in being loved herself.

And somehow, against all odds, the gods smiled upon you and sent him your way—a man so steady, so persistent, so utterly devoted to unraveling your barriers. With Satoru, you felt a vulnerability you had spent years avoiding, but also a kind of safety you never knew you craved. It was as if the universe decided you’d spent long enough braving the world alone, and it placed this beautiful, unrelenting force of love in your path to remind you that even the strongest among us are allowed to lean on someone.

As the months passed and Christmas finally arrived, the gift you had been saving for him on this sacred day was nothing short of perfect. Dressed in delicate white lace that caressed every curve of your figure, you moved toward him with a slow, deliberate grace. His world seemed to halt time, space, and eternity all froze in awe of your presence. Breathless and spellbound, he dared not speak, his every thought consumed by the vision of you drawing nearer, a promise of passion in your every step.

Now as you lay beneath him, with his slender fingers inside you, lace has not yet been removed. His eyes boring into your Y/E/C ones, only to find a single tear seep from yours. He was quick to remove his hand but you stopped him so quickly, only for him to cry out his name. Surely it only awakened him fully, not by want or by hast but for your own pleasure.

“Saturo… please just move”, with a bit of hesitation but selfish desire he could not resist her at all,for she was his everything after all. And before he could even think further… you kissed him. Kissed him so profoundly, so delicately almost as if snow would melt away any second now.

And with that,

For the first time his fingers moved and a low moan could be heard from you as he pushed into you slightly. The wet sounds could be heard from your core, minutes before this moment as he laid before your womanhood delicately preparing you for the pain you might yield before you.

“Saturo” a beautiful moan was heard from your lips as he kept residing within, his lust was growing by the minute, only to make you fully his and only his alone.

“Fuck… your so wet my love” he murmured lowly only to kiss your neck, to distract you from the pain. He knew how much it hurt but he knew the pleasure would soon come after. Your moan was getting extremely out of control, and he knew something was coming slowly but surely. The way you tighten around his two fingers was clear you were close to your breaking point.

“You like that?” he asked softly with a smirk.

His ego was getting the best out of him,for him to know that he is your first,made him feel like you belong to him and now man will ever touch you the way he is touching you.

“Saturo please…. there's something.. please” she gripped his arm, only to close her eyes but knowing Saturo he fully didn't like that.

“Open your eyes sweetheart, you're close.. you feel that?” He couldn't help but see the way your breasts were bouncing slightly only for him to start kissing your neck and reach them for them softly. Without removing the lace that hugged your figure so perfectly he kissed your aroused nipples and slightly sucked onto the thin layer of wet patch. The sounds you'd made were wonderful, his name was rolling off your lips and the man he is took pride in this.

“Saturo…. please-pl-please something is happ-” before you could finish he kissed you and the position you were in has slightly changed to an open-legged spoon position,finally just like that he could feel you were close, and he only let you continue to spread his name fully.

“Saturo”a final whisper came from you as Saturo devoured your neck, and slightly pinched your nipples.

“Let go… my love “ and with one final say you came undone and he continued to ride through your climax in your shaking state.

The snow fell relentlessly outside, blanketing the world in quiet serenity, as your own body surrendered to the storm within—a heavenly tempest stirred by nothing more than the way Satoru's striking azure eyes held you captive.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked, his voice a tender melody that wrapped around your heart. His lips curved into a soft, reassuring smile that made the chaos within you settle for just a moment.

You exhaled shakily, every word feeling like a confession he had been yearning to hear. “I’m okay, Satoru,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, yet heavy with unspoken affection. His gaze deepened, as if your very breath was the only thing he needed to feel complete.

His slender fingers traced your red swollen lips as he slightly opened your mouth to taste yourself. You moaned at his unpleasant actions,only to find yourself empty without his fingers inside you,as much as it hurt the pleasure itself took over only making you crave more and more of him.

Saturo could only smile at your response, as you licked his finger cleanly.

At this cold hour he can only get up to remove the unyielding lace that has been covering your beautiful body slightly. He could only feel the soft flesh of your breasts as he removed the lace inch by inch. The way your body shook at the slightest touches he gave you was a sign that only he was meant to fill up that empty space within you.

As you lie before him, bare and vulnerable like a lamb surrendered to the hands of fate, he sees not just your form but the depth of your soul. Stripped of pretense, you are as pure as moonlight on still waters, and he can only dream of the mysteries that lie beneath the surface, waiting to embrace him in their quiet, untamed beauty.

“Saturo,... it's not polite to stare” your reactions were adorable in this present moment only to make him question how the gods above have blessed him with someone so pure and utterly beautiful.

“Am I not allowed to stare at what's mine now?” he teasted coming closer and closer as he took off his clothes. He could see you blush as you kept glancing in his direction.

And finally as he stripped out of his last, clothing she could see what was waiting for her. His member slipped out perfectly only for you to witness how red the tip was, how it clearly looked like it was in pain. Your eyes grew wide at the thought of what might happen next,

“Now it's not polite to stare, is it love?”He mimicked your words softly which only caused your face to turned a slight crimson. He chuckled softly at your actions.

“It’s okay, baby, come here.” His voice was a low murmur, smooth and commanding. You couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly he could shift between personas. One moment, he was wild and unrestrained, laughter spilling from his lips like he didn’t have a care in the world. The next, his eyes darkened, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone like a predator closing in on his prey. And right now, with that teasing smirk and the way his gaze raked over you, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run... or let him catch you.

“Saturo,.... is there something I need to do?”your angelic voice broke him out of his trace as he pulled you against the edge of the bed only to lean over your naked figure. Before he could respond, you whispered softly into his ear, “Can I put it in my mouth?” with a smirk he softly traced your soft features.

“You sure you can handle it my love…” he loved teasing you like this, but he also wanted to make sure your first time was a beautiful yet memorable experience for the both of you. As a man he didn't want to cross the line but yet you wanted it right?

Without hesitation he kissed your lips, only to guide one of your hands along his hard member. He moaned slightly as your small hands came in contact with him,you gasped at his robbing hard member,and this only made him smirk.

Saturo was acutely aware of his limits, yet in this moment, everything centered around you and your radiant essence. The only thing he yearned for was to envelop you in sheer happiness, to make this snowy night a canvas for your dreams and desires. As the world outside transformed into a winter wonderland, he felt an irresistible urge to explore the very depths of your soul, to discover the tender secrets that lay within you.

Each touch would be a gentle brushstroke, a sweet tribute to the love he held for you—a heartfelt expression of gratitude for your mere existence. He wanted to fulfill your every need, to whisper sweet promises against your skin and illuminate the corners of your heart. This evening was not just a moment in time but a sacred offering, where every caress would speak of devotion, and every lingering gaze would convey an unspoken understanding.

He knew you deserve every ounce of affection he could offer, and as the snowflakes danced in the air, he vowed to make you feel cherished, desired, and utterly intoxicatingly alive. Under the soft glow of the moonlight, he longed to weave a tapestry of intimacy between you, where passion and tenderness intertwined, creating an unforgettable symphony of two souls becoming one.

Before you could even continue your ministrations, he was on his knees in front of your sex,and just like that his tongue came into contact with your most precious parts.

“Saturo…. oh oh my gosh” his name dragged along with your hands in his hair as he pulled you closer to stop moving,trapping you with his most dangerous part: that tongue.

Without warning he slightly pushed his finger within you which only led you to jerk away but his skilled arm has you stepped beneath him like a hungry man devouring his prey.

“Fuck, your still so tight and warm my love,can you hear that?” he was mumbling within you and it only made you want to escape his hungry mouth more. You could hear the sounds your wet sex made as he continued his ministrations.

Your moans continued to break loose in this cold night but in the room the only thing that kept you warm was this man before you ate you out like he was hungry for me. You could feel yourself building up, that familiar feeling was drawing near it was so close, you could see the stars but before you could even grasp the feeling Saturo left you there like an open wound.

Before you could even utter a word, his lips captured yours, an electrifying jolt racing through your body as you tasted the sweetness of the moment. His tongue brushed against yours, sending ripples of sensation cascading through your core. As his hands interlaced with yours, he gently guided them above your head, a subtle but powerful gesture that made you feel both vulnerable and cherished.The kiss deepened, slowing into a languid exploration, each movement deliberate and intoxicating. He paused, his gaze locking onto yours, those deep eyes searching for something, perhaps reassurance. The softest kiss followed, a whisper of lips that lingered like a promise, a quiet apology for the overwhelming feelings building between you, as if he knew the leap you were both about to take.

Your breath hitched as you felt him carefully guided your thighs apart, you felt a rush of anticipation mixed with desire. He leaned in, lips brushing lightly against yours again, as if savoring the taste of you, while his body pressed closer, heat radiating between you. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a warm embrace, each brush of his skin against yours setting every nerve ending ablaze. His hand slid down your arm, relishing in the softness of your skin, before resting at your waist, firm yet gentle.

The question you have been waiting for, like a deer caught in red lights, you couldn't help but shed tears at this very moment. The bliss of innocence that surrounded the both of you like pure love itself couldn't bestow this upon you.

“Are you ready my love?” he whispered the question heavy with promise.

And in that moment , you knew you were ready. You were ready to give yourself fully to this embrace, to explore the depths of intimacy together, to lose yourself in each other’s rhythm—a journey that was just beginning. In that sacred space, everything felt perfect, as if the universe had conspired to bring you both here, to this intoxicating moment where love and desire entwined, igniting a passion that would forever change you.

Nothing compared to this blissful moment, and that's when you felt it.

His member stretched you out so rapidly you couldn't feel the pain, he let out the slightest groan as his face came into contact with your neck only to be filled by your warmth on this very sacred day, it was a gift beyond. As his body lay on top of you, you could tell he was struggling, by just staying still in this moment waiting for you to give him permission. He lifted his head slightly, with sleepy eyes and smiled at you, only to ask in his purest form or words “Are you okay my love?” with tears slightly covering your beautiful face his fingers brushes away, each ripple.

“You can move, it's okay” a small teary smile, on your lips. Your lips lashed onto his before he could even protest.

Saturo could only feel his whole world crash before him as he slipped out of you only to be filled with your warmth again. He could hear the sounds of pain and pleasure escaping your lips. Could you be more of a goddess than you are now,the way your tits are bouncing up and down as he keeps pushing into you.

As minutes passed you could feel that the pain you felt earlier was beginning to pass slowly.

“Fuck, you feel so good my love, so tight so warm ” he moaned in you ear.

“F-F-faster Toru”, as you gripped his shoulders, for dear life. You could feel the pain slightly slither away as he kept going at a slow pace which only made you want him more.

“You like that, huh baby?” he smirked against your now heated skin and he moved slightly faster. You could feel that familiar sensation build up within you, as Saturo kept lacing into your womanhood.

Saturo kept praising you, as he continued his lustful acts, until you felt him slightly, kiss you neck only to latch his lips onto your right breast, the other hand was now playing with the left.

You arch your back slightly from the overwhelming pleasure. Never have you felt such pleasure from a man, the warmness of his tongue, the movement of his hips was enough to drive you to ecstasy.

“Saturo-.... baby… I'm” he let go of you only to go a bit faster you could tell he was close as well,by the way he was moaning and twitching inside your core.

“Fuck I'm just as close, I'm gonna make you all mine” he whispered softly as he gripped the headboard, looking into you eyes.

His finger reached your mouth only to stimulate the sensation more.

“I'm close fuck, just like that baby keep still!”

“Saturo!” you exhaled loudly.

With one strike the both of you reached your climax only to have him fill you up. Just like that he collapsed on top of you, pulverised from exhaustion.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The room felt alive with the warmth of what had just passed between you, the air heavy with a kind of intimacy that words couldn’t touch. His fingers brushed over your shoulder, then trailed softly down your arm, as if grounding himself in the reality of you beside him.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low, barely above a whisper, yet it carried a tenderness that melted through you.

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting him in the dim light. “I am,” you replied softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Are you?”

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Better than I’ve ever been,” he admitted, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers. “I just… I needed to be sure. I don’t ever want to do anything that doesn’t feel right for you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, at the sincerity in his gaze. “It felt perfect,” you assured him. “Because it was with you.”

He exhaled, as if releasing some invisible weight. “You don’t know how much that means to me,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. “I’ve loved you for so long. I didn’t even think it was possible to feel closer to you than I already did. But now…”

“Now?” you prompted, your voice light and teasing as you watched his expression soften further.

“Now I feel like my heart doesn’t belong to me anymore,” he said, his tone serious yet filled with a quiet awe. “It’s yours. All of it.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but they were happy ones. You leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s safe with me,” you whispered to him. “Because my heart has been yours for a long time, too.”

In the quiet that followed, the two of you stayed entwined, speaking in murmurs about your love, your dreams, and the endless possibilities of a future spent together. And as you drifted into the gentle embrace of sleep, his arms still around you, you felt as though you had finally found your home, in him.

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a/n: I won't lie , I don't know if this will be good I felt a bit uncomfortable writing smut but I assume it was my first time . I honestly am slightly feeling a bit, out of place on tumblr and I know its only been a few days hopefully my writing does get better and I will grow an audience some day but please do give your opinions and feedback, it will really be thoughtful, thank you :') 🤍

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can please request some Angry Gotham Oswald cobblepot, I don't really have a plot in mind yet but.... smexy angry penguin?....loved your last penguin one it was amazing ❤️❤️

‘I SEE RED,

-GOTHAM!OSWALD COBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Oswald let’s his trust issues get the better of him.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!oswald x female reader. oswald being a jealous angry bastard who holds infidelity as the highest sin imaginable. reader doesn’t actually cheat though! he’s just the most paranoid bird on the planet. Some angst??

♫ “you dug your own grave now lie in it / gun to your head / executioner style” I See Red by Everybody Loves an Outlaw

You’ve never been afraid of him, until now.

You’re certainly stuck in a predicament. You’re on the floor in the iceberg lounge, on your knees, infront of the king of gotham. Your lover. Victor Zsasz has a gun pointed to your temple, looking at his boss for the go ahead. All you can do is stare at oswald- as if this situation is ridiculous. You see him suck his teeth. Oh, he’s pissed.

Right next to you is a waiter. You don’t even know his name, but you know that he served you just the other day. A sweet boy, far younger then Oswald. He is begging and crying out for his life, and you swallow. Ozzie’s henchmen had already roughed him up a little, bloodied nose drying into his skin. You cringe a bit.

Oswald has always been a jealous man- that much you figured since the begginning. When he lay claims to something, it’s his. In this case, it just happened to be you. You’d remember other instances like this in your relationship. A bartender you frequented or a co-worker that suddenly had gone missing. You’d never asked him about it, because you already knew. He’d deny it anyways, offering false sympathies for your loss. What a man.

But he seems to be far beyond saving this time. No, this temper tantrum isn’t just targeted towards the poor soul who made the simple crime of talking to you. It’s also targeted towards you. And in a sense, you can see why. He’s blind with rage.

His eyes bore into yours, watery. He’s breaking down right before you, an absolute wreck. Anger and sadness balled into one. He gives you a dangerous smile as you study him.

“Oz-“

“Quiet!” He bites, “Save your lies! I know what you’ve been doing.” He seethes. He circles you and the poor waiter, nose sniffling. He speaks agonizingly slow. He seems to be pacing the room, caught in a loop of his own emotions.

“You think I wouldn’t find out?” He scoffs, humorlessly. He clasps his hands together, laughing. His face morphs from smiling to absolutely rage-filled in a milisecond. “You know, my dear, I thought you were smarter than this.” He’s practically sneering at you, but his eyes hold the same sadness, that betray his vulnerability.

The waiter finally speaks up, more pleas sounding out. Oswald looks to him, and rolls his eyes dramatically. With a loud growl ripping out his chest, he grabs the nearest bottle on the liquor shelf and smashes it over the boys head.

The boy lets out a loud, defeated yelp- and you first hand see it spur Oswald on. The shard of the bottle still in hand, he stabs the boy over and over and over again. Blood covers Oz’s face, your face, and the walls. You can hear the faint quiet chuckle of Victor in your ear.

Oz is still growling like a madman, heavily breathing and panting over the boys torn apart corpse. All you can do is look on in horror and confusion.

Oz closes his eyes, as to center himself. He drops the bottle shard and the sound of his desperate breathing is the only thing filling the room.

“Oswald.” You speak again, and seemingly, murdering the boy seemed to allievate some of the tension from his body. His eyes snap open and he finally looks at you- blue-green eyes teary. A silent question lingers in the air on his behalf, How could you betray me like this? Us like this? I love you?

You let him have a few seconds to calm down, and he seems to finally let you speak.

“I don’t know what your thinking, but it’s not true.” His eyes just bore into yours, lip curling. You’re even more aware of the gun pressed to your head as the cool metal shifts against you. “You know me Oz. You love me. I love you.”

He closes his eyes as you say those three words, and you continue,

“Have I ever betrayed you?” You plead, urging him to stop this. He looks deep into your eyes, lips pursed, and with your speech he inches closer and closer to you, looking at you kneeling infront of him.

“I love you.” You decide to repeat, you know whatever you say in this moment could cost you your life.

A deafening scilence rings out in the room…and in an instant, oswald brings his hand to immeadiatley push down the gun against your head. You breathe a sigh of relief as Victor holds his hands up, immeadiatley backing off.

Oswald falls to his knees, giving you a hug. It’s full of neediness, and you feel his desperate and shakey breathing against you. You immeadiatley wrap your arms around him back, adrenaline still flooding through the both of you. He cradles you, holding you close to him, eyes closing in bliss. He presses the ghost of a kiss to your shoulder.

You don’t know if you’ll get an apology, but you don’t seem to care. You let him cling onto you like his life depends on it.

Before you know it, he’s pulling you up to stand with him, ranting off mindless orders to Victor to clean the mess of the dead boy up.

All you can do is sit and stare at the corpse.

[restlessmaknae]

He was a drüskelle and you were a Grisha. You should have hated each other from the start, and yet…

➳ Characters: drüskelle!Gunhak (Leedo) x Grisha!female reader/you

➳ Genre: Grishaverse!au, fantasy, star-crossed lovers

➳ Words: 1.1k

➳ Warning: mentions of blood, being beaten up, execution, special powers

➳ A/N: This story is part of my '5 words, 5 stories' series for which I wrote 5 totally different stories with 5 different band members featuring the same 5 words "I'm sorry, I love you". If you're interested in the other stories, check out this link! Otherwise, they can totally be read on their own. Dedicated to @dat-town❤️

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➳ ONEUS taglist: @wccycc, @dat-town, @i2kittenz, @laaylaazyy, @tranquilpetrichor, @effulgentfireflies, @stories-inbetween-the-stars

When you saved Gunhak’s life, you had no idea how much the act of it would impact you later on. As much as you would have liked to turn back time, you couldn’t. Not when he betrayed you to get what he wanted, and he was oh so excellent at deceiving you - you who just got to know what your power could do.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he handed you over to the other drüskelle, a new prey to be passed along, a new toy to play with, a new hunt to be taken away and eventually executed. His eyes were icy cold like always, but maybe it was your sentimental self or there was actually a hint of guilt in his pitch-black orbs. Not that it mattered…

None of it mattered when you were given away for your death sentence.

“I love you… or I thought I loved you. How could you?” You shrieked at the top of your lungs as two broad-shouldered men dragged you away, your feet lifelessly sweeping the ground as if you had been weightless. Maybe you were, you couldn’t feel anything, except fury, but that fury burned… it burned your tongue, your throat, your gut, your veins and your heart. “I never should have saved your life, you-”

“Enough, drüsje,” one of the men spitted, the word ringing in your ears. Witch. You could believe that these stern men dragging you away would deem you a witch, but to know that Gunhak had thought the same from the moment you had saved him… It stung like an open wound not being properly taken care of.

Those same eyes that you had thought were full of bitterness and hopelessness were now reflecting your own kind of torment, but you could not pity him, not even when he wanted to explain that it was because it was his last chance at being a drüskelle, a witchhunter to put it nicely. If you had known who he was, you would have never even gone close to him, but that part of you (the Grisha part of you)... it always awakened when you saw suffering. You couldn’t just sit by idly, you had to do something about it. If they were suffering physically, you could try to heal their wounds and bones and scars, but even just the sight of a pair of lifeless eyes made your heart churn. You had always had this caring part within you, but not until you had actually saved someone’s life just with the power in your hands, had you realised just how special you were.

Special… It now seemed ironic just how positively shocked you had been when you had realised that you had managed to heal Gunhak whom you had found around the Ravkan border. He had been badly beaten up, burgundy scars painting his rough skin, his left eyelid had been swollen, and he had looked like he had been starving for some time. You had found him unconscious, and when you had seen blood oozing out from his side, you had tried to stop it, to clean it up, to make it go away, and it had worked… but not with any assistance, merely by your hands.

That had been the first time you had discovered you had been a Grisha; before that, you had always thought that you had managed to heal others due to external sources: the bandages, the ointment and herbs, not due to the power in you. You had seen the same kind of surprise crossing Gunhak’s icy cold orbs that you had suspected in your own eyes when he had realised just what you were.

You had thought of that moment as a vulnerable one, one like being bare in front of someone else, and you had falsely assumed that you could confide in him because he hadn’t told anyone around you about what he had seen. You had put your trust in him, helped him heal and helped him put himself together, you had even gone as far as trying to get him a job because he had acted like a Grisha who had managed to escape from the drüskelle.

How ironic it was now that he turned out to be one of those he was supposedly running away from… You should have known that he had been lying when he hadn’t wanted to show you his power. You had let him get away with it because you had also wanted to hide your powers, and he had been physically weak. But to think of all those times you had fed him soup, you had stood by his bedside (your bedside) to tend to his wounds, you had watched over him as he had been sleeping…

You felt sick to the stomach, so sick…

“I’m sorry,” Gunhak mouthed - maybe he spoke up, you couldn’t hear him from the distance - as you were dragged further and further away from him.

How could he be sorry and stand still like a statue? You had never understood how Fjerdans were so damn loyal to their country and their sick ethics because they not only collected Grisha like some sick prizes to be won, but they also executed them for what they were. The saddest part of it was that it was just who he was: he was a drüskelle and you were a Grisha. You should have hated each other from the start, and yet… you wondered if he had ever felt anything towards you other than disgust… Love, what a joke. Having special powers, what a joke. Your ability to heal had once seemed like a gift, but now it turned into a curse. A deadly one.

Now, it was your fate to die in the hands of Fjerdans. You had walked into a drüskelle’s trap, and you knew you couldn’t escape. Despite your special powers, healing someone could not do anything about the fact that you were about to be killed.

Maybe it was true that love and hate were two sides of the same coin, you thought to yourself, a scoff leaving your mouth… As the situation changed completely, as the coin flipped, your love for Gunhak turned into hate, and soon, you found yourself blindfolded, taken away from your home, from your country, from everything that ever mattered, and you couldn’t help but wonder…

Was Gunhak still just standing still, mumbling sorrys?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this rather angsty fic! As always, you can let me know what you thought through asks/DMs/reblogs.

Also, I just want to say I haven't read all the Grishaverse books (I'm currently reading Rule of Wolves), so there might be some inaccuracies and obviously some plot holes since this is a short fic, but I hope I could do the Grishaverse some justice. *-*

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Yandere Itzy reaction to you rejecting them ❤️

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Yeji

"I.. I love you" her words were sincere and held a special something, an element of pure lust fixated into her every action from then on.. unlike yours. 

You had upfront rejected her words, denying her love. It was gut-wrenching to Yeji, it felt as if her heart was crying thick, icky blood throughout her entire body instead.

But as painful as it was, she keep herself composed, only showing a small frown at minimal capacity as her brain surged in its own civil war.

Her expression and body language may continue as normal, but on the inside almost everything changed. Yeji was fuming, if it were to be put into a visual, it would look like a ransomed city apartment to the extreme. She can't comprehend why, so she skipped to conclusions.

You're seeing someone. Who are they? Surely you're dating someone else, so who? Who is she? 

Yejis Possessive side is always active but right now, it's revealing itself to her other emotions, enforcing them into hiding.

You don't reject Yeji, you can't. Yeji will only ignore your rejection, taking it as a cry for help, help to escape your current lover.

Lia

"Let's go out together, like a couple" she smiles a thousand stars, her eyes morphing into crescent moons. She looks at you like you're her universe, one she needs to be complete, and you so simply shattered that.

"I can't, I don't feel comfortable doing that with someone I don't love" your words had shot her, her heart grasping at whatever it could inorder to stay stable.

But… you can't reject her, surely not? Lia has spent the last few years of her life obsessing over something she can't have? That's absurd!

"Comn' one day wouldn't hurt" she sounded unsure, as if she was trying to convince herself more than you. 

It's alright if you say no, that doesn't stop her from getting even closer to you as a friend, that way she'll find out more about you.

Maybe then she'll find a perfect opportunity to ask you again.

Ryujin

"I think I like you" Although Ryujin has never really shown it, she has truly loved you since your first encounter. That's what made it a shock to hear that someone you thought hated your guts actually likes you.

"You like me?" She nods, coughing lightly as her cheeks raised in an unfamiliar heat, red toppings sprinkled upon the soft skin's surface for the first time. "As in like, like? Love kind of like?" You question, gaining yet another nod from the unusually shy Ryujin. It was a peculiar sight.

"Ryujin I-" you pause as the shorter girl engages eye contact with you, her eyes looking so fragile in the dim apartment lights. "I can't..."

You then fall into a deathening silence, letting it consume you both as you just stand, letting the awkward atmosphere swallow you both whole.

"Why not?" Ryujin whispers, forbidding your ears from hearing her full words as her brain works like clockwork to figure out the truth.

She wasn't bothered about the rejection, but more so why. Was there someone else she should know about? Who's forbidden you from loving another? Ryujin just wants to talk to them… yeah, talk.

Chaeryeong 

"Can I maybe, please, take you out some time?" Her nervous state wasn't something to go undetected, as confident as she is about being in love with you, this isn't working out all too well for her.

Chaeryeong's voice had betrayed her all too well.

"Uh- I don't..." you gulp, trailing off on your words. It was clear you didn't want to accept but neither did you want to pick the opposing option. It was a mess.

She's protected you from all of those who dared to take your heart, only to leave you defenseless and alone in the end. You could've been sat alone, heartbroken without Chaeryeong's knowledge, she's saved you the heart ache and what happens? She gets one herself?

"Please y/n, I've worked so hard for this" she pleads, ignoring your confused face, notq++ knowing the struggle she's gone through for this opportunity.

The shake of your head and the bite of your lips says it all… She'll just try again and again, Over and over, who's to stop her? You're bound to be hers anyway, it's only a matter of time.

Yuna

"Please let me take you on a date" Yuna smiles with confidence, her head held high in her own clouds, her smile being the beacon of light raining upon you.

"I'd love to... but you're not my type..." you looked apologetic, watching as her face instantly drops, a large inconvenience washing over her mind.

"It's okay... I'll just go find someone else..." Yuna sighs, slumping against whatever furniture she can find with a dramatic change in attitude. She's suddenly gone all gloomy in hopes of tripping you out of guilt.

Then you'll have to agree to go one a date with her, then you'll finally date, then move in together, oh! Don't forget the sweet marriage she's already planned out!

Maybe for now she should stick to getting that date though, the rest is for future Yuna to care about, right now, she just needs you to feel bad for her… that's why she's faking her tears, fake it till you make it right?

[anzutaro]

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

📦 PACKAGE - what's some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

[Here too]

👻 - He doesn't believe in them, but doesn't deny their existence either. He welcomes paranormal experiences and hopes to experience something of the sort one day. (Except for Containment verse Miki, that one is used to weird spooks)

🍟 - He's usually broke or very tight on money so he has to cook his own things with the few ingredients he can scrounge up. If he has money, he splurges them on snacks, even though it's a rare occurrence.

💥 - His obliviousness, whether fabricated or not, keeps him from externalizing his negative emotions on the spot, but the more he bottles them up, the more of a toll they end up taking on his psyche in the long run. Although he appears unaffected by being spoken to in condescending ways and being insulted, he actually takes these negative comments to heart and they end up chipping at his self esteem. In that sense, he has trouble addressing his deep seated sadness and would rather cover it up with self deprecating humor.

🙉 - "Sorry, but I don't think I can handle you." / “You’re too much.” / “I only hang out with you because X asked me to.”

🕷️ - He is afraid of breaking his rituals, thinking that something bad will happen if he does, such as the consequences of the bets he makes with himself actually coming true. As for more mundane fears, he is a hypochondriac, suffers from megalophobia (me too fhsh), acrophobia, and eisoptrophobia (like Shiro does).

🎵 - He mostly listens to Jpop and bubbly music, synthwave, electronica, EDM, hip-hop. However, he is always up to listen to his friends’ music recommendations. As for a particular song, maybe this one.

🔫 - At first, he trusts people way too easily and isn’t good at maintaining friendships, because he is often too open and straightforward about his interests and hyperfixations and others can’t handle how smothering he can be. In return, to remedy that aspect of himself, he starts keeping to himself and becomes dissatisfied with the people around him, ultimately removing himself from his entourage. 

Although he is starry eyed and quick to jump to someone’s aid in the face of injustice or unfair treatment, he wouldn’t selflessly sacrifice himself for someone else’s sake because he knows that nobody else would do that for him. He doesn’t have a hero complex and despite acting like an airhead most of the time, he has a realistic mentality. However, he wouldn’t betray someone else to save his own skin, not if he knew what he was signing up for beforehand. As long as he has genuine friends by his side, he would find a way to protect them.

📦 - Most likely to talk his way out of being kidnapped. Most likely to annoy the ghost that’s haunting him into leaving him alone. Most likely to get kicked out of a kitchen or supermarket for rearranging the shelves in a way that’s pleasing to his visual cortex. Most likely to yell the name of an animal and point at it when he sees it on the street and interrupt the person he’s with.

🔥 - He overthinks a lot when he’s on his own and often gets paralyzed by indecision. He is a conscious procrastinator, often lacking the motivation to engage in activities unless he can share in them with another person.

❤️ - Quality time.

💌 - He’s never gotten one so idk. He would probably think they’re cheesy (but cute) and wouldn’t be able to write one back because he’s not all that articulate. If he had a partner, he would speak naturally and casually to them, while also leaving the occasional “good morning/night” and “good luck with” etc. in their inbox. He is attentive to a fault and would probably annoy them with reminders, too.