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givemeanaccountalready · 11 months ago

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for milgram ask game 💖 1, 2, 5, 8 for Yuno 3, 4, 6, 7 for Haruka 12, 13, 14, 15 for Mikoto

Yuno

1.) Favorite song lyrics?

I think I like Tear Drop just slightly more than Umbilical.

“I’m the one who chose / let you and you and you all in / Happy or sad? / Why decide? / Where’d you get your half-baked sense of justice / So nauseating… so creepy will you please disappear? / Phew. Anyway”

I just really like this verse from Tear Drop and that she is continuing to emphasize her point that yeah, you can punish people outside the law, but it’s never-ending and people have differing views on what the ‘right’ punishment is. No one in the audience expected Kotoko to attack the Guilty prisoners after Trial One, and during Kotoko’s voice drama, she is able to verbally put Es in the corner when they try to shut her down. As far as Kotoko was concerned, murder is murder, get wrecked by the fang of justice. Muu, in her first voice drama, brings up the idea of self-defense and Es agreed with her that killing someone in self-defense is justifiable and can be forgiven, something that conflicts with Kotoko’s view on justice. Yuno brings up that most people look down on sex work, but if it’s a consensual exchange of sex in exchange for money, is it really hurting anyone, and if not, why is it other people’s business what she does? Especially even seems to understand where she is coming from, even if they don’t give a vocal agreement to it. That said, I still want to know how in the hell she got involved with sex work in the first place. I know she’s using sex (the warmth) to fill an emotional void (the coldness), but how long has she been doing sex work, because some of those men she’s been with have taken her to upscale places that a high school boy and most college guys certainly can’t afford to take their dates to.

2.) Favorite music video frame?

I did get question 2 before and I picked a scene from Tear Drop, so it’s only fair that I pick from Umbilical.

I think this one is my favorite because it seems to be the one time she’s making her own decision and seems totally into it.

5.) Favorite voice drama line/moment?

I had gotten 5 before (see the previous link in 2 if you’re interested) and since I picked a line from her second voice drama the first time, this time I’ll do one from the first:

“That’s right. You know those people who just want to convince themselves, so they intrude in other people’s affairs even though it’s not their place—I despise them. That’s what I was saying. They only do it to make themselves feel better, don’t they? Those people don’t actually end up doing anything.”

Though, the “It’s fucking bothersome,” line is still number one Yuno quote in my heart.

8.) What is your theory of their crime? If there is a general consensus on it in the fandom, do you have any other, not-so-widely-accepted theories?

The abortion. I’m 99.99% sure that her murder was an abortion and I will be very surprised if it turns out that she murdered one of her clients because that would be out of left field at this point. @2amtechnicolor has a good post on whether Yuno actually wanted the abortion, and how that plays into her feelings regarding her Trial One verdict. It definitely put Yuno’s words in a different light and explains why she was adamant over being found Guilty in Trial Two. Definitely not something I would have thought of on my own. Before I read that post, I thought Yuno had been angered by everyone waving her off as a naive young girl who doesn’t understand what she’s done and maybe even regretted her abortion after the fact.

Haruka

3.) Favorite non-MV official illustration?

I think I like the birthday image for him best:

I like the little Chibi drawing. I do just want to point out that in his Trial Two image, the heel of one of Haruka’s shoes is stomped down and it bothers me, so now you all have to look at it:

They’re not tied either but untied fits the image of his younger self that he is trying to cling onto. I wonder what happened to his slip-on shoes he wore last trial. They didn’t have any laces.

4.) Favorite Minigram episode/moment?

Ooh, it’s probably the cat’s cradle one where Yuno is showing off her tricks and he keeps asking Fuuta if he saw the tricks and Fuuta is pretending not to care. And then they both get amazed and Haruka is like, did you see that, did ya, did ya, as Fuuta is frantically yelling that he’s apathetic. Comedy gold.

6.) Favorite relationships with another character in the prison?

Fuuta for sure. They have the, “Excuse me, he asked for no pickles,” energy that I appreciate. I think it’s important that Fuuta treats him like a peer with equal footing, because Haruka seems to be so used to being less than. I’m sad that they splintered off after Trial One. Muu is alright with me for now, since I was introduced to the idea that she has been teaching him how to write and that’s why his questions in the second response are longer and neater than in the last trial, and she does seem to be trying to increase his self-esteem, if her gifts are anything to go off of. She’s not number one best girl because she and Haruka magnify each other’s worst traits and behavior. I think Fuuta was trying to encourage Haruka to speak for himself, (see the timeline convos insistence that Haruka not speak so formally to him and trying to figure out what Haruka likes). Haruka does need someone to support him, but he also needs that someone to help give him a push so he doesn’t stagnate (same with Muu) and he and Muu are not a good fit for where they are mentally.

7.) Favorite relationships with another character if they weren’t in Milgram, the way you imagine or would like them to be?

I had gotten 7 for Haruka before and said Fuuta, but besides Fuuta… hmmmmm. I think I would say Shidou and Haruka would be interesting since Shidou is said to have treated Haruka for a cold in the Minigram and when Haruka cut his palms by pressing his fingernails into them. I know Amane doesn’t like how Shidou treats her like a little kid and would be better off with Kazui as a father figure because Kazui has shown himself to be capable of treating Es like a young adult, which she would appreciate it. But given Haruka’s mother’s neglectful treatment of him and the apathy and disappointment his father feels towards him, I think the gentleness Shidou has shown him would be a welcome relief. If I remember correctly, I think Shidou had asked Haruka to make sure to take care of himself after he finished bandaging his hands.

It’s possible that the two could meet if Shidou worked at a doctor’s office where Haruka’s mother took him for a check up. Or maybe Shidou moves his family to Haruka’s neighborhood or vice versa, and Shidou notices how Haruka is staring at how Shidou and his wife interact with their kids. Maybe he’d ask if he would mind watching their two boys while they have a date night, or start simpler with asking if Haruka could help Shidou move some things in their house and thank him sincerely and praise him a little for being so helpful. I think the gentler, while sometimes condescending, attitude that Shidou takes with younger prisoners is what Haruka would need to start believing that he is capable of doing things right.

Mikoto

12.) What do you wish would be discussed more often about them within the fandom?

Hmm, I see a lot of theories and analyses of Mikoto, and I wish I could do him justice the way others in the fandom have. I’m starting to see some discuss the reliability of Mikoto and John’s accounts, which I’m thankful for because they are putting the words together much more coherently than I could. I’m happy I got @archivalofsins to watch Primal Fear and to hear her thoughts on it because whenever I try to analyze Mikoto, I’m worried that that film is coloring my view negatively and I’m not giving Mikoto a fair shake and jumping the gun.

There are a couple of things that I want to hear more talk about. For starters, since DID is a rare disorder formed in response to extreme abuse during early, and sometimes middle childhood, what could have caused it in Mikoto? Was it abuse from his dad? When John first appeared in John Doe, it sounded like I was listening to an abusive father beat and belittle his kid. We know his mom raised him and his baby sister after she divorced their father and he sounds quite attached to her. I had hoped for some more answers on this during Trial Two, but Mikoto’s murder is supposed to be at the forefront of the discussion, so we may not get an answer just yet. Which leads me to my next thought: I think John and/or Mikoto is full of shit that the person killed by them was just a stranger. In MeMe, it looks like Mikoto is waiting for someone before we cut to the blond guy crawling on the ground while Mikoto swings the bat down. I think it was a targeted attack. Maybe he is someone from Mikoto’s past who could have ruined all his hard work with blackmail (hence the “my life… wasn’t supposed to be this way,” and “DESTROY EVERYTHING”) that Mikoto either thought he could scare off with the bat but ended up killing the guy or went there with the intent to kill or seriously harm him. I do think that Mikoto knows more than he is letting on, and that John isn’t a purely evil monster hellbent on killing anyone who annoys him.

I am bummed that Trikoto seems to be officially dead with Double, but there better not be a surprise twist of a third alter during Trial Three.

13.) Any ideas on what would they and their music videos would have been like if they had gotten a different in Trial 1?

Remember how the beginning of MeMe had some glitchiness and jump cuts? I think we would have seen more of that in Double if Mikoto had been voted Innocent in Trial One. Mikoto doesn’t seem to know, or maybe, doesn’t want to know what goes on during his memory lapses and about John. He probably attributes it to stress from his work and while the stigma attached to mental illnesses has lessened over the years, it’s still not something you admit to in private, much less in public circles around most of the world. Voting Guilty forced John to surface more, and him surfacing more often seems to have forced John’s perspective of the crime to appear more in Double and both seemed to have been stressed out over the murder. I think the flashes of John probably would have been much more violent compared to the POV of the easygoing, but ignorant Mikoto. Like MeMe on steroids. I hope that makes sense.

14.) Any headcanons on their appearance?

It’s kind of funny in a mean way that in-universe, that Mikoto is said to be so plain that he resembles mass-produced goods. I like to think he is the most fashionable of the male prisoners because he learned how to cultivate different looks to make himself stand out more and boost his confidence. He would love to join in on Mahiru’s skincare routine when he learns that she shared it with the girls. He does notice how Fuuta and Haruka balk at joining in on Mahiru and Yuno’s fashion fun times because of their low self-esteem, and does try (well, did try for Fuuta) to gently encourage them to join by offering himself up as the girls’ ‘doll’ because Amane and Kotoko are not willing and Muu prefers certain aesthetics and isn’t ready to let them go hog wild just yet. Haruka wants to join but doesn’t join in because Fuuta is loudly complaining about how it’s girly and boring and it’s only when Mikoto shoots him a death glare that Fuuta gets the message and reluctantly agrees on the condition that they don’t put anything on his face/touch his mask. Fuuta does grumble but it’s more half-hearted because Haruka is soaking up the positive attention.

15.) What do you think of their voice?

I am not the coolest when it comes to taste in music, but I did dabble with metal and I like the kind that Mikoto does where it’s mostly singing with some screaming to punctuate. Sorry, I’m a bit lame, haha 😅

As for his speaking voice, I like the sound of his and John’s different ways of speaking. It works with his more cutesy and chill moments as Mikoto and the blunt, brusque, and brutal way it gets with John. I love the range. I may not know many Japanese voice actors, but I can’t imagine anyone but Natsuki Hanae voicing him.

#milgram project #yuno kashiki #haruka sakurai #mikoto kayano #ask game #thank you I needed something to think about today

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the-void-writes · 1 year ago

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Thank you so much Timi! 💖 For this one, I’m working on an idea I had for Will falling into the hands of a dangerous Celestial, and having to rely on a reclusive hunter for survival. Here, they’re bonding and making promises for the future. I hope you guys enjoy it!

“Do you want to know something funny?”

Romero looked down at the frail, soft-spoken man on the bed, weakened by the continued rituals of Aphelion and his guests. He could see each mark on Will’s skin where the Moon God tried to cut, and where his Infection stitched him back together. The very thing that had almost killed him was now the only thing keeping him alive.

“What is it?” Romero asked, hoping to keep him conscious in case those wretched creatures came back.

“I get why my father fell so hard for Rio. I always kind of understood it, but now I know what he was thinking.”

“And what’s that?”

“He was scared, and miserable, and all alone. If it weren’t for Rio’s comfort, he wouldn’t have lasted in that building, and I wouldn’t have found him. Rio helped him live again.”

Romero nodded respectfully. “The right person can pull you out of the darkest depths. Harper showed me that… and Ione right after him.”

“And you.” Will’s sad eyes flickered towards Romero for a moment. “If you weren’t here with me, if you hadn’t given me hope, I would have gone insane.”

Romero let out a deep sigh. His hand lingered on Will’s, a gesture he shared with Ione to let her know he was there. Will squeezed his hand in return.

“I’ll get you out of here,” Romero said, “I swear on it.”

Will smiled and sat up, taking a look around his room. It was undoubtedly the smallest room in the entire palace, only large enough to fit a bed and an old dresser, with a long ascent into darkness in place of a ceiling. In a regular building, this room would have been a crawlspace in the walls for a tiny mouse. Despite the size being an afterthought, it had still been beautifully decorated with quilts and flowers from Paradise. Nothing but the finest for Aphelion’s prized possession…

The Celestials never predicted that a human would stay in Aphelion’s domain for so long. Then again, they never predicted that the Moon King, with his distaste for humanity, would fall in love with a man from the world below. Will was “just like him,” he had said, a being of unfathomable power. All they needed to do was cut him open so his godly essence could walk the halls as intended.

Preston, Bluebrook, the Celestial Kingdom… All his life, everyone wanted him to be someone else.

Will looked out the window at the landscape of the Celestial domain. The grand hills were made of stardust, strange and colorful plants dotted the horizons like trees, and comets rushed through each one like rivers. Everything buzzed and hissed and roared across the land, a symphony of the stars themselves. In another world, Will could have spent hours traversing the cosmic plains, happy to live out the dreams of his childhood self.

Now, the sight of the world he once loved made his stomach churn. The view was a trap, a piece of bait meant to draw Will further into the arms of the creature who made it, a creature who didn’t plan to let him go. If Will couldn’t become a god like Aphelion wanted, then a pet would do just as nicely for him.

Romero tapped his shoulder gently. There was more warmth in his eyes than when they had first met, which Will didn’t blame him for. He wouldn’t have been happy in his shoes, either. Aphelion had killed Romero’s fiancé, for the same reason he would inevitably kill Will for. No one should be forced to confront a creature like that again for someone else’s sake.

Still, his battle-scarred eyes held no animosity towards Will. Dare he say, they had a familiar shimmer, like how Dante would look at him.

“Are you able to stand?” Romero asked.

“Yes, but— We can’t leave yet. You wanted to kill Aphelion, to avenge Harper.”

“I’ll avenge Harper by getting you out alive.” He bowed his head. “But I appreciate your concern.”

“Romero—”

“We can’t leave, anyway. The Celestials are scattered all over the place, and you’re not properly rested. We wouldn't get far.”

“Then what are we doing?”

Romero kept his eyes on the floor. “You have this look in your eyes, the kind Ione has when she’s weighed down by her thoughts. I thought I could help you, if you’d like.”

He reached out his hand, and Will took it gently. They stood in the center of the room, and with the cosmic symphony outside to guide them, Romero led him in a waltz. His hand was pressed against his back, and he could feel each soft vibration as Will laughed at himself for stumbling over his feet.

His smile was brighter than any star outside.

“Sorry,” Will said, “I’m sure Ione is a much better dancer.”

“She’s surprisingly talented. I guess that temple was good for something.”

“Right. ‘Come on down to the Temple of Sapphirus. We can make blind women dance, if you let us feed your family to a god.’”

Romero bit his fist through his mask. It hurt to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. Will smiled at him as they spun around, the starlight from the window turning the world around them into a whirlpool of color.

“Romero?”

“Yes?”

“I know we’re not close, or anything—”

“Please, feel free to speak. You and Dante are honorary members of our group.”

“Really?”

“He’s looking after Ione for me, I’ll never forget his kindness… or yours.”

“Then could you promise me something?”

“What is it?”

“You don’t have to give up your time for it, but if you could just check on Dante every now and then, I would appreciate it forever. He already lost Vani, I hate putting him through that again.”

Romero paused. “You’re going to see him again, I promise.”

Will smiled sadly. “You don’t have to make that promise. I know it’ll be impossible to get out unnoticed.”

“It’s not impossible. We’ll find a way—”

He faltered as Will held his cheek, the one that hadn’t been scarred. Romero couldn’t understand why his heart was beating so fast.

“Please, just promise me.”

“… I promise. Everyone you love, I’ll check on them.”

“Thank you, Ro.”

These feelings… Romero didn’t like them. Never mind that Will had a wonderful partner already, but he was also in captivity. His kind words and gentle voice shouldn’t have been weakening Romero so suddenly. He couldn’t help that the man was so much like Harper.

Maybe, in a different life…

“One more thing, if you don’t mind.”

“Tell me.”

Will laid his head on Romero's shoulder. “If I can’t leave… please kill me. I don’t want Aphelion to do it.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t come to that—” Romero closed his eyes. “—but you have my word.”

He spun with Will for a while longer, both of them unwilling to let go, to face their predicament once more. It had been so long since Romero had people to live for, and this time, he would make sure they stayed out of Aphelion’s hands. The Moon King would finally pay for the pain he had caused, by losing something he “loved,” in return.

Romero would free Will. He swore it on his life.

#writeblr #ask games #wip: for all eternity

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newsworth · 2 years ago

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tw: mentions of murder, blood, domestic abuse/violence, emotional manipulation.

“ i didn’t read it. “

audrey’s assurance is punctuated by the pointed sound his work phone makes against the porcelain edge of the sink as she places it in front of him. the feeling of her eyes against the back of his head does not leave him, even after he goes back to brushing his teeth without opening the notification of claire’s message. the lingering dread that’s fueled the last few days is enough for chris to ascertain what sort of statement it contains. he knows he will not be able to sleep off the guilt that will surface from having read it and the night that he spent in the residency was nothing close to what could be fairly called rest. he needs to sleep.

it feels awful to think of audrey as an oppressive presence in the home that they’ve now gotten comfortable referring to as something shared between them, but she doesn’t seem to feel bad about being one. the look in her eyes hasn’t changed any in the hours it’s been since he walked through the door. it’s still angry and expectant when he meets it in the mirror. resentment doesn’t find to him without some effort when he remembers that there was be a version of events where she was the one that didn’t come home one night and was different when she finally did. the details of those events certainly don’t weigh the same when held up next to one another but he’s not allowed, by any means, to share them with her.

“ i’m tired. “ he says when he gets bored of their combative eye contact and bends down to spit in the sink.

“ you’re not going to open it? claire’s text message. “ the usual delight she finds in rare moments that he elects to disregard work for her does not make an appearance in her voice. “ the president’s text message. “

“ i’m very tired. “ he rinses his mouth and rises to the feeling of her forehead pressed between his shoulder blades, her cheek taking its place a few seconds later. her hands meet each other at his belly, arms tight around his waist. there’s barely any room for him to exhale out her name, “ audrey, please. ”

“ where were you? “ the only time he’s ever heard her voice sound so small was when she was answering that question as it stirred from his own concern. when she stumbled into his door, glossy eyed, emptying bile into the drain of his shower until there wasn’t anything left inside her throat except for tremors and i’m sorries. i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. it doesn’t soften him like it had then.

“ i told you, “

‘ what’re you going to say to audrey when you get home? hey. chris. look at me. ‘ reality shifted with the snap of phil’s hand in front of his face. ‘ what’re you going to tell her? ‘ @tahitiwoke

“ i slept at the office. “

“ you’ve never done that before. “ she’s quick to point out.

“ i was too exhausted to drive, and there’s a couch in there for that very reason. “ at this point he is well informed on the different ways there are to circumvent her ability to exploit the tender parts of him, the ones she thinks she created and can do what she pleases with. he peels her arms away from his middle and maneuvers into the bedroom. “ everyone’s working overtime for the general in november and i “

‘ and i’ll finish what was started in dallas - ‘ the cartilage of cassidy’s nose is surprisingly soft underneath his knuckles and twisted beyond repair by the time the senator drops his hand to catch his own blood. his back hits the mirrored wall, but he doesn’t completely lose his footing.

when he looks at chris over the pool of blood in his palm, the blood that he can’t keep from spilling onto his cheap looking shoes, into the carpet, there’s none of the vile certainty to his face that had made chris forget himself. shock draws chris’s stomach up into his throat.

‘ you’ve fucked up. ‘ cassidy spits a clot in chris’s direction. his laugh is the loudest sound chris has ever heard in a space this small. ‘ oh. you’ve truly fucked yourself, young man. you have no idea. the next time... the next time any of you will see the outside of a jail cell... ‘ cassidy’s fingers reach into his own mouth and emerge with a shard of enamel. when his laugh becomes loud enough to cover the sound of chris’s heart in his ears, it splits his face far enough for chris to see which tooth he’d taken it from. ‘ ... is to when they put your ass in the ground. you... you and that stupid bitch. ‘

the smell of copper fills the air over a distant memory of hallowed incense caught in the fibers of his sunday best as he crosses the room before he can distinguish phil’s sermon from father o'donough’s. he runs cassidy through with a look that he’s never inspired in someone else before : i like when people are scared of me. the moment cassidy’s skull gives into the mirror behind it is a relief he instantly knows he will never unlearn his disgust for but never fully regret.

the glass already sat in a shattered mess, tangled at the baseboards of his bedroom wall among the cotton swabs it had held before. chris flinched to duck it anyways, his hands at his ears. audrey is pulling her anger from the deepest part of her voice. when chris turns towards the sound of it, he narrowly misses another airborne jar of bandaids.

“ where. were. you. “ it’s no longer a question.

“ what the fuck is wrong with you? “ for every deep measure she takes to close the distance between them, chris stretches it with a backward step of his own. there’s not enough space in the world. the heel of her hand pushes him into the wall at his back.

“ are you sleeping with her? “

" of course not. “ while this is the first time that audrey has ever looked at him with genuine suspicion, it’s not the first time he’s been asked that. the answer comes to him automatically.

“ stop lying to me! “

for a moment he thinks of the fleeting quietude he found against the impression of claire’s forehead, the smell of linen drying out in an open lavender field on the rawness of his skin. audrey has never been very good at asking the right questions. even if she managed to, chris doesn’t possess the language to explain. it’s not as simple as she wants it to be. it never was, it never will be. “ i’m not. “

she kneads into his chest until she meets the resistance of his sternum, at which point she backs away to run her hands through her hair as though to trap her unsaid thoughts between her palms. he doesn’t think for one second that she’s considering sparing him from them unless he’s wise with his use of the window she’s given him.

chris reaches out to draw her in by her shoulders. they shake inside his arms, her face wet against his chest.

“ i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. “

“ it’s fine. “ he just wants to go to sleep.

he doesn’t expect to get much of it by the time audrey allows him to clean up the glass and calm her into bed, but the knowledge in mind that nothing will change during the night is the closest thing he can equate to comfort while his waking thoughts are consumed with the fact that nothing will ever, ever be the same again. predictably enough, he stirs himself into consciousness only hours later, having sweat through the freshness of his shower and fought off the last look on cassidy’s face for as long as he could. the sky hasn’t even really had the time to change colors, yet.

he steps into the bathroom and runs the sink at the highest pressure its capable of just to sit with the noise. the steam is nice against his skin when it rises up from the bowl. his phone is where he left it and brightens at the familiarity of his face.

from: claire, @halechief I hope you’ll feel comfortable enough to come to me if there’s anything you need. I have been very lucky to have you on my side. I look forward to many more years of that.

it’s not far enough into the morning for him to be able respond without worrying her with thoughts of what might have him up at this hour. i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. nothing good would come out of smearing the salt of his own guilt into the wound he’s created with apologies she doesn’t want.

the sound of audrey stirring in the sheets causes him to lock his phone again and turn off the sink to rejoin her.

when he does open the text message again, it’s after he’s fastened the watch claire gave him onto his wrist with the same care he imagines meechum buckles his gun at his hip with every morning.

to: claire. I’m not going anywhere. Pinky promise.

#halechief #( lone star. )#v. when i go disappearing into that goodnight.#blood /#murder /#domestic abuse /#violence /#not so heavy on the abuse/violence but ... just in case #anyways !!

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rainbowvamp · 2 years ago

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an unsent letter: 1883

Hob Gadling offers up a new kind of offering to the only person who he's ever known to resemble a god. Serial publishing.

~900 words

AO3

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I have the need to create. To complete something. I have been out of publishing for some time, but I think it might be time to return to it. There’s this new form of publishing where you print a story piece by piece over months. It’s very interesting. Not as convenient as reading a whole story at once, mind, but it allows for longer, more complex tales without having to pay for a whole book up front. It’s quite good for business, so I’ve heard.

I’ve been reading this serialized novel by a chap who writes about a detective. Bloody brilliant. Interesting way of thinking about the world, this detective. Mind so great he can deduce a criminal from a shoe print and a leaf. It’s not at all realistic, but it is good fun.

It’s been a while since I enjoyed a story like that. I think maybe I’ll use some of my capital to invest in my own serial magazine. Give some poor, starving artist the chance to make something of themselves, share the stories that long to be told.

I know you have a particular interest in stories. Will Shakespeare made that clear enough. I wonder, sometimes, if I give you the same thing, will you touch my back like you touched his, lead me away somewhere for a conversation in private, and who knows what else. Lord knows I have imagined it, though the way you said “nothing so crude” makes me thing that whatever I have imagined was just a fantasy to torture myself.

How many hours have I spent lying awake thinking about what silent things you whispered to him. How many hours have I spent scouring his poetry and plays for any sign of you or your influence. You confirmed, in 1789, that you had some hand in this work, and since then I’ve done nothing but look for you between the lines of poems so beautiful they bring my eyes to tears. I think that must be you, the beauty of them. Your influence comes through in ways I cannot understand, but it brings me closer to you than I have felt except when sitting right beside you.

I look for you in every piece of beautiful script I see. Every line written for lovers lost and prevailing hopes. I look for you in the space between letters and hold the words that feel like yours as close as I might hold my most beloved.

I ache to see you. Each day. I don’t know if you care for publishing in serial, but maybe you will bless my writers, like you blessed Will, and I will have the honor of putting your words in print and sharing them with the whole of England. Like they should be.

I haven’t sat down to write you in some time. I’ve tried my hand at poetry, instead of these letters, hoping to hide myself in something that it intended to be abstract, but I cannot come up with new words to describe the same few things that have enchanted me about you each time we’ve met.

The beauty of your eyes, the pale pink of your mouth, the deep black richness of your hair. Any man can write about such features, but there is something about you that is beyond those things that I can see, something I have never been able to put to paper.

The drawing done of us in 1689. There’s a reason I thought you looked the worse of the two of us. Because as low as I was brought that century, the image captured me in my essence. You, however, feel almost to beautiful to be captured on a page. Certainly to beautiful to be captured in crude lines drawn from a distance by some unknown artist.

There was no love in the delicate lines of your face. No softness to your eyes. None of the dozens of things that I know but can’t describe that make you the most delectable creature I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. You looked worse because of the two of us, there was so much more of you that needed to be captured.

Because of the two of us, you were more perfect. There were more places an artist could go wrong. And he did. He went wrong in so many ways, my beautiful, perfect stranger.

I cannot write a sonnet or a song that could capture your essence. There is no letter that I could transcribe that would ever perfectly describe you. You are unknowable in a way that captures my heart and my imagination, but that cannot be put to paper, cannot be put to words.

And so if I cannot capture your likeness, I will create for you a tribute instead. A new serial magazine, filled with the most beautiful writers I can find with no prospects of publication on their own. The women, the people of color, the immigrants, and the jewish, and the atheists. The ones who society tries to do without, to live around, to shun and exile. They will write what I cannot, and this will be my offering to you, far better than these paltry letters ever have been.

The time of our meeting cannot come soon enough. How I ache to see you.

I wish you well. Take care. My most beloved Stranger.

#lore's dreamling letters

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akehoshimystar · 17 days ago

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Chapter 5

Ito: (If Mari-san is going to pull such an elaborate prank, I have to be prepared as well.)

I wondered if there was anything I could do, so I have been playing the horror game "Find me!" little by little every day.

Akehoshi: ….Huh? It’s not everyday I get to see Ito-san that focus on the game. Ito: Akehoshi-kun. Akehoshi: And a scary one at that~ Ito: Oh. It’s not really a personal preference or anything… Akehoshi: Ahaha, I know. It’s about Maochi, right? I heard he had an idea who might have sent that jewel and card. Ito: Yeah. And I realized that this game might be the motif, so I gave it a try for a reference sake. Akehoshi: Hard working as always, huh. Can I sit next to you and watch? I've got a little time before my work appointment tonight. Ito: Go ahead. It's not something that’s really worth showing, though.

Akehoshi: That’s not my aim. What I want to watch is you, Ito-san. Ito: Eh? Akehoshi: Yura said that your reaction while playing this game was quite amusing. Ito: (Yuragi-kun!)

Tomose: Coming in. Ito: Onda-san? Good work. Akehoshi: Hello. It's quite rare to see Tomose-san in the office. Tomose: Not really. My stay tends to be short, so you probably didn’t have that many chances to meet me here. Yu has put together some changes to the recipes for the upcoming Halloween event. If Kise isn't here, make sure you give it to him later. Ito: Wow, it’s already done…… Thank you. He’s at the store right now, so I'll take care of it for the time being. Akehoshi: Tomose-san is also a member of the dress-up event, right? Did you hear about Maochi's customer? She might come to the event. Tomose: Information acquired. Akehoshi: Let's find that person together. Tomose: I'll respond if there is instruction. Unless that happens, the hall is under your jurisdiction. Akehoshi: Ahaha. I guess so. Tomose: I’ll take my leave now. Ito: Yes, thank you for your cooperation.

It only took the flash of a moment for Onda-san to leave the office.

Akehoshi: As clear-cut as ever. Just like Yu-san, Tomose-san draws the line when it comes to work as well. Ito: (Drawing the line, huh….)

"The hall is under your jurisdiction" Those words remind me vaguely of the lunchtime service the other day.

Ito: (…I wonder if it was also the case at that time.) Akehoshi: So… Did you get anything from that game? Ito: Unfortunately, there wasn't much to say… Ito: It's a game with very little text, and there's no clear explanation for why the protagonist's mother became an evil spirit. Akehoshi: Really? Ito: The system allows you to advance to the next room every time you find an item. First, it's a drawing the protagonist made as a child. Then, it's a sticker that he put on the closet. After that, it’s the first portrait the protagonist drew of his mother. The next one is the shoes he wore at the entrance ceremony, followed by his elementary school test papers… From all those clues, I can see that she really cared about the protagonist. Akehoshi: Ah. So those were things his mother treasured. She must be happy to see all the stuff that serve as proof of his growth… Ito: Yeah. Akehoshi: …..She loves, she cherishes, she’s worried. Maybe she’s so attached to the point where she can’t leave him behind even after death. Ito: …..An attachment issue? Akehoshi: I've never been a mother or died, so I can’t say for sure. But maybe that's how it goes. She used to be a human being after all. Ito: ………………I guess so.

Strong love can become obsession. Even if it's the unconditional love of a mother to her child.

Akehoshi: And what happens to the protagonist and his mother at the end of this game? Ito: There are several endings. There is one happy ending where the protagonist realizes that the evil spirit is actually his mother and she is able to rest in peace. As for the other route…. There is the one where the protagonist doesn't realize until the end… I guess that’s a bad ending where the evil spirit aka. his mother takes the him away. Akehoshi: I see. Ito: (.………Just a theory. What if Mari-san sees Mao-san as the protagonist of this game?) (Actually. Let's stop there.)

"She’s a loving and kind person.” Recalling what Mao-san said, I admonished myself for imagining something bad. But then I remembered the price of the jewel, and the bad thought began to arise again. I just hoped that it would end up being just a rude misunderstanding on my part.

The morning of the opening day of the Halloween cafe arrived. The situation suddenly shifted from 10 to 100….

Ito: Passed away...? Tomose: ………

Yuzuru: Yes… It hasn’t been long since her demise. I called the number written on the request form, but it seemed like she had been away for a while, so I left a message instead. Then…. Yesterday, her son called me back. He informed me she had passed away the other day after a long battle with illness. Ito: Is that so… Was that message card and jewel sent by Mari-san? Yuzuru: It's a matter of privacy, so I couldn't confirm the request, but it's highly likely that Soneto-sama send it. It seemed like her decease had occurred just a few days before that. Tomose: …I'm no expert on games or riddle. But can someone who's been fighting an illness pull off that stunt?

Ai: That's why I called you here. If the sender is really Soneto Mari, no one will come into contact with her at today's dress-up event, right? In that case, I'll consider finding out more about her son and leave this to the police. But the problem here is…. What if the sender is not Soneto Mari. Since invaluable jewel is involved, it may be necessary for the ST Dept. to deal with this matter. Plus, the one who will contact you one day will either be the real sender…. or the third party. Tomose: If the third party's goal is to steal the jewel or harm Aporia or customers, that’s when I’ll act. Ai: That’s the plan. Ito: …….. Ai: The letter was addressed to Ukyo, so I did everything I can to ensure his safety. I even had Shido pick him up from his place this morning. He has his own way of defending himself, so there's no need to stick around him. Just respond according to the situation. Tomose: Copy that. Ito: …………Kise-san. Have you told Mao-san about Mari-san……? Yuzuru: Yes, I have. I called him as soon as I found out yesterday.

Kise-san said with hesitation and smiled sadly. The expression on Mao-san's face when he told me about Mari-san suddenly came back to me.

Ito: (…Mao-san may not be the type of person who would lose focus on his work because of that.) (Even if that's the case, I'll do my best to support him to the best of my ability.)

Chapter 6

#break my case #buremai #joseimuke #Hinomiya Akehoshi #Onda Tomose #Kise Yuzuru #Kosaka Ai

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demisexual-dryad · 4 months ago

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Hmmm I have a few, but some aren’t original. It do be like that. I’ll share anyways just in case.

Miles will never admit it, certainly not to Phoenix or anyone else, but I think he gets baby fever. Like terribly. He sees the little socks and shoes and gloves when they go out to the store, and he fucking melts, like a bowl of ice cream in a house fire.

Conversely, to build on your idea, Phoenix has mixed emotions when it comes to babies because he’s constantly scared he’s going to hurt them, and they cannot communicate that, so he just. Panics. About. Everything. He does think they’re cute, but they freak him out because he feels like he’s a freight train and their fragile little beings made of tempered glass that can shatter at a moments notice.

Phoenix I also imagine is built like a tank. He’s got big ass hands and forearms. Good mix of muscle to fat. (Especially post 7 year gap. I feel like he got to be a bit scrappy and gained some muscularity as a result.) He has those thiccc dad bod abs going for him, so he’s got just the perfect amount of chubby to be the perfect pillow. So if they’re snuggling or trying to watch something, whatever have you, the minute miles relaxes, Phoenix becomes a pillow, cause his bf overworks himself and never gets enough sleep.

Because Phoenix is built like a tank, he withstands a lot of injuries. Perhaps more than he should really be able to.

Which is good because, due to his broad build, he’s like a bull in a china shop. Constantly. He trips over his own feet, he runs into shit, the whole nine yards. It’s not bad luck. He’s clumsy as fuck. Which is why also, Phoenix CANNOT dance.

Miles thinks it’s hilarious to watch Pheonix try though.

However, despite his big ol man hands and clumsiness Phoenix can be such a perfectionist when it comes to details, especially art and music. And he’s delicate about the way he handles his art supplies. (To be honest, imagining this big ol man holding a tiny little stick of graphite like he’s trying to perform brain surgery, and succeeding is hilarious to me). But he’s private about his talents. Doesn’t like to show off. He hides his sketchbooks and only really sings when he’s drunk off his ass or by himself. He gets super embarrassed despite being really good at music and art.

Miles still finds his sketchbooks and flips through them anyways because he’s proud of his talented himbo bf and loves his art, and gets starstruck when he hears this fucking unit of a man hitting a whistle note while belting his current favorite songs and washing the dishes fucking flawlessly like he’s performing on broadway.

What Phoenix doesn’t know is that quiet sweet and low baritone that he thinks is from his phone whenever he’s singing, is his boyfriend quietly duetting with him from the other room, because miles has a decent voice himself, and can’t help himself when his partner sounds like a damn popstar just doing chores. Phoenix is almost always too engrossed to notice another voice has joined the chorus.

Speaking of, being terrible at piano was 100% him playing it up. He’s actually really good, and was probably a part of choir and orchestra in high-school, and did it for years. But that doesn’t make sense for a seedy restaurant with an underground poker ring he actively participates in for information. So he bluffed at being bad.

Despite his embarrassment about his penchant for art, phoenix often doodles little drawings of miles on his work documents when he gets bored.

Maya definitely takes photos and sends them to miles when Phoenix isn’t looking. Miles thinks it’s fucking adorable.

I love the concept that Pheonix has heterochromia iridium, but he puts in contacts to blend in better. I think he’s been doing it most of his life. I’d like to think he inherited heterochromia from his mom, who either had sectoral or centralized heterochromia herself.

I feel like miles is built really broad but is also really lean so Phoenix gets insecure about it sometimes because hawt damn supermodel looking ass build there miles, and miles has to have the “babe I’m Demi, other people couldn’t steal me from you if they tried” talk.

That being said miles is still weaker than Phoenix.

Phoenix could throw miles over his shoulder and parade him around if he wanted to.

Also, Phoenix is COVERED in scars. He just is. Miles thinks it’s hot tho.

I think that Phoenix’s hair is just like that, though he intentionally exaggerates the spikiness just cause he always has. He just has a bunch of wavy cowlicks that sweep back and flare up at the ends. The first time miles tries to get his hair to its “natural state” Phoenix has to explain that his hair is just like that. This baffles the shit outta miles.

Also, Miles is possessive. Mostly because his oblivious bf doesn’t realize that he turns a lot of heads too. Phoenix thinks miles gets the most attention, when it’s really rather equal. Also, it doesn’t help that Phoenix has the whole bakery on his backside from cycling everywhere. The extra attention makes miles hella jealous and possessive. Phoenix has no idea why but loves it anyways.

Despite Phoenix being a tank, he’s a lightweight (Asian glow babes, he has it). And a giggly, happy drunk.

Miles is a heavyweight, from living in Germany for so damn long, but when he gets drunk, he gets bold and does shit he definitely wouldn’t normally do. Like flirt. Aggressively. With his boyfriend. In public. Or absolutely kill it on the dance floor. Or sass people. You get the idea.

Larry and maya may or may not have some video blackmail of one drunk prosecutor from some random party he and Phoenix attended. They’ll never tell.

I don’t know why but I think Phoenix just likes frogs. I think the big ol eyes and the constant grumpy face they make reminds him of miles. Or he just thinks they’re cute. Either way. He loves em. Especially tree frogs. They’re his favorite.

Miles loves orchids. He’s always thought they’re beautiful and practical, since the blooms last for so long. And he can literally do nothing and ignore them, drown them in water once every one to two weeks, and they’ll put out huge blooms. It’s impressive, honestly. And utterly baffling to Phoenix how orchids are also the only plants miles can keep alive.

I have some nrmt headcanons for you to celebrate the occasion

Phoenix does most of the cooking at home. Miles is notoriously a very bad cook, but whenever he does make an attempt, Phoenix "Iron Stomach" Wright eats it anyway and tells him he loves it.

Conversely, Miles is a very good baker. His favorite part is laying out all the ingredients before he starts in a bunch of little ramekins

Whenever Miles is having a bad day at work, the first thing he does when he gets home is take off his shoes and his coat. Then, he silently bumbles around the house until he finds Phoenix, and then he lays down on top of him

Once, Phoenix borrowed a DVD using Miles' library card and lost it before he got home. It's been five months and he's looked for it every single day, and he's terrified to tell Miles it's missing + find out about the late fee

Miles found the DVD the day after Phoenix lost it. He turned it in on the day it was due and is waiting to see how long Phoenix will take to confess. He's wondering if it would be funny or cruel to stage his own arrest for excess library fees.

Apollo has a crush on Miles and, conversely, Klavier has a crush on Phoenix. None of them have any idea.

Despite the fact that Phoenix is good with children of any age, Miles is actually the better of the two at handling babies. This is primarily because most of Phoenix's kids get to him as Standing and Walking children

As most of Miles' nightmares faded after AA3, Phoenix actually started getting some of his own after the bridge and "the big reveal." Miles likes to comfort him by holding his head to his chest, running his fingers through his hair, and humming to him. It's very soothing for both of them

give me one of yours too! I love these guys hehe

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #ace attorney headcanon

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darling2411 · 2 years ago

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Take it out on me

pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: smut [ making out, p in v, unprotected sex]

summary: The Monaco GP 2022

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The sound of the door slamming shut pulled you out of your light slumber.

You had fallen asleep after waiting for your boyfriend to come home, but as you had already suspected, he had gotten kept up at work.

You hear him put down his things and take off his shoes and the zipper of his jacket slicing through the silence, followed by a heavy sigh.

“Charles” you say silently.

��Mon dieu! Mon amour you frightened me.”

“M’sorry baby. And I’m also sorry that I couldn’t come to the race today with you, saw how it ended for you love.” You say while getting up to greet your boyfriend lovingly.

“It’s no problem, mon ange, it was an unfortunate ending but I’m happy for Carlos he deserves every point today.” Charles hugs you tight, his head resting comfortably on yours and he begins swaying you lightly.

“Let’s go to bed, do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“Charles?”

“Yes mon amour?”

“Out with it, what do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

“You're cream cake sugary sweet, that indicates that you want something most of the time.”

“Huh. Well it is true mon amour.”

“So, what is it Charles? You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I love you.”

“I’m ugh stop being so sweet.” He groans “ I’ll ruin the mood, don’t hate me.”

“Just spit it out already!” You roll your eyes.

“Can we, you know, have intercourse?”

You look at him dumbfounded before you burst out laughing, your head is thrown back and you step away from him, your body shaking with laughter.

“Intercourse??” You ask laughing hard “ Charles oh my god” you burst out laughing again, crying joyous tears now “ hell of course we can have intercourse, or you could simply fuck me.”

Your boyfriend's cheeks redden. “Don’t make fun of me now”

He says pouting before he pulls you close again and seals your lips shut in a searing hot kiss.

The atmosphere immediately fills with sparks and tension. Your body buzzes with awareness of how close he is and how good his mouth feels on yours. You let out a moan chanting yes yes yes don’t stop never stop and he must have been able to read your thoughts because he doesn’t stop, no, he only kisses you harder ,more passionately, if that's even possible.

His tongue invades your mouth, makes it his, just how he made your heart his.

“Charles god” you say breathless,” the bedroom, please”

Your boyfriend doesn’t answer with words, but actions. He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and you can feel his erection pressing into your core deliciously, you whimper, his every step causing an amount of friction on your cunt. Just never enough to satisfy you, it’s only making you more desperate to feel him inside you.

Charles lays you down on the bed, your legs still wrapped around him, the look in his eyes takes your breath away.

He’s so beautiful.

“Thank you mon chérie can only give it back.”

You had said that out loud?

You put your hands around his neck and lean up to his ear to whisper “Take it out on me Charles.” He holds your face in his neck and breathes heavily. You take the opportunity and litter his neck in kisses. Sucking on particular spots you know drive him crazy.

“God women, you’ll be the death of me.”

He hears you chuckle and can’t help but smile too. God, how much he loves you.

Pulling back you stare into his eyes. They are clouded with desire. He kisses you. Your body is sofly placed on the bed with him between your legs. Charles trails down to your neck sucking and nibbling coaxing moans and whimpers out of you. You sit up and he helps you out of your shirt and immediately latches onto the new exposed skin. His hands roam your upper body, travelling to your back and unclipping your bralette. He takes it off and cups your breasts in his warm hands. The contrast of his warm hands to the cold air makes you whimper in delight.

Your nipples are hard and sensitive to his every touch. You love it, love how he knows your body like the back of his hand.

You love him.

“Charles please”

“Oui oui mon petit papillon, be patient. “

You are writhing underneath him when he finally puts one of his hands in your sleep shorts and gets two fingers rolling over the front of your panties.

You whimper, needing more.

He pulls your panties to the side, tapping your clit causing you to jolt and moan out his name.

When he is satisfied with the amount of hickeys decorating your skin he stops his abuse on your torso and goes down on you. His hands pull your shorts down and throw them onto the floor, your panties following shortly after.

Laying now completely bare in front of him he takes his time looking at you. His eyes travel over every part of your body, making tingles follow his line of sight.

“Charles, don’t be cruel”

He gives you a wicked grin before undressing himself teasingly slow.

You groan in annoyance.

Finally undressed Charles kneels before you on the bed.

“You want me to make you come with my mouth and fingers first-“

“No Charles, just fuck me please.” You interrupt him desperately.

He takes a shaky breath before pushing into you. The two of you moan in sync when he fills you to the brim. His name a chant on your lips and he is thrusting into you over and over again. Everything but him fades and your only focus lies on how he’s making you feel. He didn’t give you time to adjust, pumping in and out of you at reckless speed, chasing both of your highs.

He is filing you out in every way possible. His soul is tangled with yours, his heart and yours are one, and his mind, his beautiful mind, is nestled against yours.

Your thoughts are all over the place. You're out of your body and you're not in the moment anymore. You're somewhere else with him, always with him. Your eyes and his are locked and you see the world in his eyes, the universe, everything. You see so much love and adoration, desire and longing. And you can’t stop staring into his eyes. Can’t stop screaming his name.

He’s making you feel so good, so much, so alive.

“I can feel you clenching around me mon amour. I know you’re close. Let go baby I’ll catch you.”

Your jaw goes slack and your falling over the edge. And just as promise Charles catches you. He’s holding you close to him as his hips are still rutting into you. With a final thrust he spills his seed into you. You moan. He shouts your name.

The pair of you is breathless and sweaty. His head rests on your sternum and one of your hands is tangled in his hair. Tugging at it and helping him calm down.

When you catch your breath you suggest that you take a shower but are met with only silence.

He fell asleep and it makes you smile.

You push him off of you carefully and stand up to go to the bathroom. He’s saying something you can’t quite make out but you respond anyway.

“I’ll be right back, love. M’just gonna clean myself up and go pee then I’ll be back.”

He murmurs something inaudible and snuggles into his pillow.

You walk into the bathroom with a smile attached to your lips. He’s just the cutest.

You handle what you wanted to do in the bathroom and return to Charles and the warmth and coziness of your shared bed quickly.

“I love you mon chérie. Your the best.”

“ I love you too, Perceval. Whenever you need me just tell me.”

Charles opens up his arms and you snuggle close to him.

His heart beat is like a lullaby, letting you drift off to sleep easily.

#charles lecrelc #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fanfiction #charles leclerc ff #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #formula one #monaco gp 2022 #Ferrari #my writing ᗢ

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timothee-mybeloved · 2 years ago

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I’ll follow you to any place

harry styles x actress!reader

In which harry navigates life when you’re constantly on his mind.

Based on Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

Me vs writing Harry fics based on his music🫡

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Harry being a big tease, mentions of a breakup but it’s very brief, Reader and Harry sharing a love I’ll never have in real life, probably gender neutral because as far as I can tell there aren’t descriptions of what the reader looks like, I think that’s about it

This shouldn’t be happening. He shouldn’t be feeling this way…not yet at least.

He could tell you were feeling as shitty as he was when he saw a picture of you taken by paparazzi where you had accidentally tripped and broke your camera, one that he had gotten you as an early birthday gift.

Being apart from each other was absolute torment. The nights where you couldn’t sleep, the ones where he was too busy and you were too free, the ones where you were too busy.

Then there were nights like these—pure bliss—where you would spend them talking to each other as long as you could before sleep washed over you both.

These were the nights you looked forward to the most. It didn’t matter what you talked about, all you ever cared about was hearing his voice. How different it would sound when he talks to you, especially the minutes leading up to the inevitable tiredness he would feel after a long day of work.

You missed this. There had been a time when it was all both of you ever thought about. Having to almost always be away from each other had caused some problems in your relationship leading to a breakup that lasted about 7 months before you realized that distance would never be able to drive you apart and take away all the love you felt for each other.

“Good news!” Harry spoke over the phone, his tone filled with enthusiasm.

“What?” You responded, your own voice matching his excitement.

“I just found out that my schedule is clear for the next two weeks.” He draws out the last part a bit. “That’s great!” You almost squeal.

He will finally be able to fly over to Crema where you had been shooting your upcoming movie for the past two months.

Despite what his job requires him to do more often than not, harry hated the constant moving around. He always preferred to be in one place. The change of scenery bothered him a lot but if it meant that he could be with you and actually be able to touch you the way he’s been dying to for the last couple of weeks then he’d travel around the world just to catch a glimpse of your face.

“Does this mean you’re coming to Crema?” you ask shyly, you didn’t want to sound too happy so soon.

“Already bought my ticket, darling.” You loved it when he called you that, the nickname coming from his lips always managing to make you flustered.

“I can’t wait to see you, harry.”

“Me too.”

“I have to go now but I’ll see you soon, right?” You figured he’d surprise you since he didn’t tell you when he was coming.

“You will.”

“Okay, I love you.” You tell him. “Love you too, sweets.” and you make a little kissing sound at that and hang up the phone.

Needless to say he couldn’t get you off his mind until he fell asleep, his subconscious deciding to not get thoughts of you out of his dreams either.

One day had passed since the call and he didn’t show up at your hotel room, second day gave you absolutely nothing but nerves and then the third day rolled around.

It was the fourth day and you weren’t expecting him to arrive but he did…when you were sleeping.

Your body covered by a blanket, your naked leg hanging out of one side to keep it cooled off.

Harry walked over to where you were lying unconscious, you looked so peaceful he thought to himself.

He took off his shoes and quietly got into bed with you, carefully placing a hand on your arm so you wouldn’t wake up.

He slowly started scattering little kisses on your shoulder blade moving up to your neck, going back and forth until he felt you squirm a bit.

You gained sense of your surroundings but not too much that your brain registered who had been pressed up against your back.

It was a burst of emotions when you fully comprehended it was Harry, shooting up from your sleeping position and looking at him.

You practically bounced onto him, engulfing him in a tight hug as you inhaled his scent. Showering him with kisses before you moved to his lips, taking your sweet, precious time with them because of how much you loved the way they felt on yours.

Finally breaking away when you were breathless.

“You asshole, why didn’t you try calling me at all?” You jokingly scold him, smacking his arm in a playful manner.

“I wanted to surprise you.” of course he did. “Harry, you know how much I hate waiting when I know you’re coming to see me.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah well I like you more when you’re needy for me.” He says with a goofy grin on his face and you don’t miss the flash of lust in his eyes.

“Wait till tonight and I’ll show you real neediness.” You tease. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” You kiss him again.

“I love you so much, you know that?” Harry says, his eyes on you. “I do now.”

And for probably the millionth time ever since he’s met you, he can’t get you off his mind and he doesn’t even want to try to.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x actress!reader #harry x reader #harry styles fluff #harry fanfic #don’t worry darling #dunkirk #harry x you #harry x y/n #one direction

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ruairimacarthy · 6 months ago

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Ruairi blinked— a slow, placid gesture that came in the split second before he grinned broadly and fought not to giggle outright; it did very little to keep the laughter out of his voice even when he cleared his throat and ducked his head apologetically. “Oh, goodness me,” He sighed, a touch too dramatic but, he hoped, enough to make his friend smile. “I’m terribly sorry about that— Misty’s an angel and she’s never done nothin’ wrong in her entire life to this point and probably never will.” He nodded emphatically as he finished speaking, glancing down almost out of reflex to see whether or not Misty was plotting to find a way to claw him through the canvas of his shoes or aim a bit higher and get him that way. She’d never actually scratched him as long as he’d known Phoebe but he imagined she either liked that he gave her his full attention whenever he saw her or… she was simply plotting the perfect moment to strike. He’d be worried about that in the back of his mind for the rest of the visit, really, but he’d cross that particular bridge if and when he came to it. “I didn’t mean anythin’ by it, Pheebs. I’m just teasin’,” the Irishman added for good measure, worried for a split second that Phoebe was genuinely upset in a way he knew he wouldn’t be able to stomach.

He snorted. “I’ve not been able to do that, honestly. I mean, I could but then I can’t focus on anything and I don’t get a single thing done— worst case I go out into the living room if Micah’s not watching something and work there,” He explained. “But you could probably do your work from wherever, right? I guess I could too but tryin’ to balance a drawing tablet in my lap is a real pain in the arse,” He said with a sigh. “Uh, not to be wildly stereotypical but I found a recipe for an Irish cream sort of thing and figured I’d take a crack at it. We’ll try it together, hey? If you like it I’ll text you the recipe and Foster can use it or not or whatever.” Ruairi waved a hand absently, laughing as he did. “I’m nothin’ if not annoying in a pretty positive way so if buggin’ you with baked goods every once in a while is a cornerstone of our friendship I reckon I’m alright with that,” He joked.

@thephoebeyates

She couldn't help but frown as Ruari name-called Misty, deciding to chide him light-heartedly. "Hey! That's my daughter you're talking about. I don't know what they do in Ireland but here, you don't go into someone's home and insult their children!" A lesson many of her mother's ex-boyfriends could have done to learn, really. Regardless, just because Misty was a gremlin didn't mean people who weren't her and Foster were allowed to make their own opinions on her.

And Foster was only forgiven when Misty turned on Phoebe too. And she wasn't a gremlin, she was a fucking nightmare.

"Okay so Misty might not be on Jaina's level but she has her moments." A lie, but a little white one, letting out a gasp that was a mix of awe and jealousy as her neighbor recounted his day. "I cannot wait until I'm my own boss, gonna be working in bed all day every day." Her attention went straight towards the cake, letting out a small 'ooh' of appreciation. "What did you put in these ones?" She asked, snorting at the boxed cake-mix suggestion. "I mean, I think that's my level but if we're going to bake, Foster will make us do it properly." He may have not been a fancy-dancy pastry chef, but Phoebe had yet to discover a dish he couldn't do yet, whether baking was his expertise or not. "I mean, I'm never opposed to free cake being delivered to my doorstep without any work being put in, so that works for me!"

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?

Silly girl, you chastised yourself.

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.

You were fuming.

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff.

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?”

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years ago

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Bully Pt. 2

Warnings: CNC, oral (female receiving), angst

After almost letting Rafe have his way with me, I decide I need to put as much distance between us as possible. I confide in my father that Rafe is unbearable and I work better without him. He agrees that there’s no point in me working from Wards office only and that I should be able to do everything I need from my apartment. They were working on renting actual office space but for now I could pick. He also told me that while I may not like Rafe, he does and he’d appreciate me helping Rafe step into Ward’s shoes as much as I can.

I love my father more than anything but I’m still an adult and Rafe Cameron could not torment me if I didn’t let him. So unless he runs to Ward and tells him I’m not allowing him to help, he’d never know. Rafe likes to steal all the credit anyway so what did it matter?

As luck would freaking have it, I realize I left the supplier address book in Wards office. I recall most of the phone numbers by memory but by the third day, I know I need to go get it.

I manage to sneak into the Cameron mansion and into the office without drawing attention to myself. I’m just opening the middle drawer when the door opens. Rafe smiles as he enters and slowly shuts the door behind him. I’m suddenly glancing at the couch, remembering what we did there.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Rafe says calmly, stalking towards me. Only the desk remains between us. I can’t run. There’s no where to run. I’m suddenly terrified if he gets his hands on me again I’ll let him do whatever he wants.

Because I’m fucked up and part of me knows he’d fuck me within an inch of my life.

It was a never ending battle between my mind and my body.

“Please, Rafe. Just let me leave.” I growl. Rafe smiles.

“You haven’t held up your part of the deal.”

Everything about him screams predator. And I’m the prey.

“Why me? You could have anyone.”

“Because you don’t bore me. You don’t throw yourself at me.”

“Are you serious? If you want to change it up, get a dating app.” Rafe lunges for me over the desk and misses. I use the opportunity to run for the bathroom but he catches me, shoving me against the vanity.

“I like your fight. Never stop fighting. Don’t make it easy on me.” Rafe cups my throat from behind, his other arm around my waist as our eyes lock in the mirror.

“So if I just lay there and take it you’ll get bored?” I spat and he smiles, kissing my neck.

“It’s too late for that.”

“Wait, wait. I’ll blow you. I’ll suck your dick.” Rafe’s hand freezes on the top of my shorts as he meet my eyes in the mirror.

“You gonna make it worth my time? You expect me to be nice to you for a simple blow job?”

“I’ll suck your dick like my life depends on it.”

“I want more than that. I want to taste you.” My breathing hitches as he unbuttons my shorts and pushes them off my hips.

“We should go somewhere..” My shorts hit the floor, his blue eyes boring into mine in the mirror as he tugs my panties down next.

“We’re doing this here.” He pushes on my back, bending me over the vanity. His hands slide over my ass and spread me obscenely wide. My entire body seems to blush and I hear him curse. Then he’s burying his face in my pussy.

A moan slips free but I quickly clamp my mouth shut. His tongue assaults my clit like no one ever has. I find myself unable to take in a full breath. Then his hands tighten on my ass and his tongue plunges deep inside me. My eyes roll back as I cum, whimpering and trembling as the orgasm washes over me.

I think he’s going to stop and let me pay up but he doesn’t. Rafe feasts and feasts on me until I’m breathless and three orgasms in. I can barely hold myself up and my knees threaten to buckle. Just when I think I’ll die right here from the over stimulation, the faintest knock comes from the office door. Rafe growls angrily as he marches over to the door while I quickly compose myself. That’s twice. Twice we’ve almost been caught. And twice that he hasn’t cum.

“Rafe! Can you not answer your phone?” I hear his sister that’s not Sarah scold him after he throws the door open.

“I never heard it ring. Why is it so important?” I hear Rafe snap.

“Dad wants you to come to the job site.”

“I’m busy.”

“Fine. Make dad mad. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The door slams shut followed by Rafe’s cursing. I’ve barely slowed my racing heart when Rafe’s appears in the bathroom door, looking murderous as ever. Those blue eyes.

“I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.” Rafe growls.

“I’ve let you touch me twice. That should give me a week.” I fight to keep my voice even. Rafe takes a warning step towards me.

“Fine. A week. Then you’re mine. I won’t be gentle.”

“How are things with going the Cameron boy?” My father asks. I stop with my fork almost to my mouth as I gawk at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I set my fork down, my appetite gone.

“What? He’s young and unmarried. His family has money.”

“He’s also as dull and boring as they come.”

“No one is going to be perfect, Y/N.”

“I could do better.”

“You could do worse.”

“Thanks dad. Glad there’s a limit on my happiness. Don’t shoot too high. Might as well tell me to settle.” I grab my plate and empty it in the trash before placing it in the sink.

“Rafe Cameron will take over for his father. With you as his wife, you’d inherit my shares and his. You’d end up owning 100% of the business. What’s wrong with that? I just want what’s best for you. I want you to be taken care of.” His words cut me like a knife. Is that all that matters?

“I’d rather go without than have Rafe Cameron as my husband.” The tightness in my throat threatens to suffocate me.

“Don’t be stupid. There’s nothing wrong with him. You’re just making excuses. You always make excuses. No guy will ever meet your impossibly high standards.” I flinch at his words. Was he right? I always found something wrong with every guy I dated. There was nothing wrong with not settling. My parents settled and now they’re divorced.

I stay silent. What’s the point in fighting? What’s the point in fighting anyone over anything? Rafe will get what he wants. My father will get what he wants. I’ll forever be a pawn in everyone else’s game.

“I’m going to head out. Thank you for dinner. I’m sorry I upset you. Just please think about what I said. I love you.” The door shuts behind my father and I close my eyes, willing the tears away.

Why did he have to apologize? Why couldn’t he stay mad so I could stay mad?

There’s a knock on my door and it startles me. Did he forget something?

I throw the door open and come face to face with my devil.

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bellesowl · 4 years ago

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kiss and make up

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face.

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time.

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?”

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you.

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-”

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

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