#Kinda rushed at the end just got sick of it sitting in my notes

[satoruhour]

do you have any headcannons for gojo comforting reader when they start their period? (If i already sent this ask, ignore the first one! i couldnt remember if i asked this already or not)

a/n: hi darlaaa thank you for waiting teehee i love the gojo asks you’re giving me / i tried to keep it as general as possible even tho i only use pads! gn!reader, a little brief n*sfw at the end

i think we have all established that gojo is actually like . crazy in love with you and because of that he hates that you’re hurting so much bc of it :(

gojo likes to be at your command (even on normal days but) so he’s noting down every small thing you mention

“a tub of ice cream would sound so good rn…” or “think im running out of heat pads”

and he’s on his feet instantly. when youre sick or on your period he just declares it an off day, or at least on the first day when it’s the most painful

doesn’t really care about blood since he’s seen his fair share but he sometimes panics if your period comes during the night and he sees that the sheets are red

gojo lightly turns you over and sees that it’s coming from your centre and breathes a sigh of relief bc he’s had one too many nightmares about you getting bloodied and torn to shreds by a curse and he’s too late to save you

anyway. enough of the dark stuff, you freak out the first time you stay over and your period comes (the timing is so shit truly) bc his sheets are so expensive and you just “oh my god i just ruined my chance w this beautiful man”

but gojo doesn’t bat an eye, rather jumps up to comfort you, rubbing a soothing hand over you before you head over to the bathroom to clean up

a bit of blood got on him tho, thru cuddling and gojo makes a joke about how you’re “marking” him and you just roll your eyes and shove him away with a smile lol

he gives you everything you need to clean up most of the time and lets you do your thing

doesn’t let you change the sheets w/ him and rather makes you sit down to watch him, as with other things

changing the channel? gojo is there to do it. u want another snack from the pantry? he’s teleporting that short distance in his house because he doesn’t want you to feel that disgusting rush of blood whenever you stand up. hes so dramatic i swear

has made pms jokes before but he’s changed and he’s a better man now fr. gojo has gotten a lecture from utahime and then didnt take it seriously and then REALLY got told off by shoko after 💀

now whenever you’re moody he just shuts up and comforts you quietly <3

gojo willingly straps on those devices that mimic period cramps and then just when he wants to boast, you turn on the device to the highest setting (he told u to give him ur all) and he SCREAMS the most high pitched shriek ever it’s hilarious

tricks yuji into trying it out and poor yuji gullibly smiles even when gojo hasnt explained what it’s for and the way yuji grits his teeth omfg. you swear you hear sukuna ask gojo to never fuckin do that again

never disrespects you again

reluctantly gives you his sweet things 😭 he gets a little sad when he returns from a mission and his cheesecake is gone and you’re just sitting in front of the tv going “what?” LMFAOOO

he loves you too much however and lets you do whatever!

praises you even MORE during this time it’s kinda adorbs lol — “oh! you worked out on your period, love that for you, darling!!!!”

“my baby stood up from the couch! yaayyy!!!” he’s so annoyingly cute bye

learns so much about your favourite pad and tampon brands but also has that first time funny moment where he calls you and says “babe what size pussy you have?” and 😭😭

memorises the lengths/thickness and different uses but sometimes he still buys the wrong thing (it’s ok he’s cute enough that u forgive him)

has the biggest gasp when he finds out some brands put in chemicals to make ppl w/ vaginas bleed more so they buy more sanitary products

is fully motivated to go to the offices to protest 😭😭😭

buys SO MANY packets of sanitary products and just makes the excuse of “i’m rich“ and “doesn’t hurt to have more of it in case you run out”

you gesture incredulously, “yeah but not TWENTY PACKETS????? ARE YOU INSANE?”

your sweet boyfriend is just worried for you

gives the higher-ups shit cause they make you go on a mission while on your period and it’s so disgusting to exercise, much less exorcise and run around on a mission and tells them he’ll take it instead.

gojo doesn’t tell you he did tho, just comes home a little later than usual to find u already asleep

would love to make u soup but we’ve also established he sucks in the kitchen so … he just buys you those soup packets from the soup spoon and tells you he made it himself

you believe him once. and then the next day u catch an email notifying him more packets of soup is coming the next morning 💀

you two ended up eating soup for the next few days

tells you about his missions or days if you don’t want to say or do anything. he can talk your ear off for hours and you’re glad for that but sometimes you slip in little hums or nods and he can’t help but smile hehe

gojo rubs his hand on your tummy and womb when it hurts :( it’s endearing :((

sometimes also asks you if you’d like it on your core if it hurts, and his hand cupping your cunt feels nice at times.

also wiggles his eyebrows too much asking if you need his help to cum or something bc he heard it calms cramps LOL

suggests helping you to rub one out if you want but really it all depends on you if you want it <3

all in all a very sweet guy to be around and sometimes you have to tell him to quiet down cause he’s a little too hyper but he takes care of you extensively :3 you’re his baby !!!!

[byllsbytch]

☆Bricked Up☆

We sat backstage, awaiting yet another interview to begin. It was the second one of that day, one more to go. We'd just arrived back in Berlin. It was a new normal, not just the traveling, but every time you touched down you were being thrown into another interview. The boys were all pigging out on the big charcuterie board, while I sat still stuck in the chair getting my makeup fixed. 

"She still looks like a clown!" Bill critiqued gesturing his hands to my face. He always focused on the little things. At times like this he couldn't entice himself with food like the other boys. When he was nervous he refused to eat. He couldn't, no matter how many interviews he did he could never get over that same old, sick, overwhelming feeling. 

Bill crossed his arms, staring at me in deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowing together.

 "How can you get so light with a foundation?" Bill complained biting his nails, Georg turned his head, diverting his focus from the cheese and crackers to Bills stressed comments. He nodded in agreement - shoving another pickled onion in his mouth. 

"Scheiße!" He screeched at the stylist, swatting her brush from my face. He got fed up and pulled me from my chair taking me back into the fitting room. 

"Thank you" I whispered. 

"Oh not a problem, now lets see. They should have some thing better back here, something for like an interview with Christina Aguilera or something, I don't know."

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Bill led me out of the fitting rooms, he'd wiped off the makeup and redid my eyeliner like his. We also managed to scavenge for a turquoise and brown halter top with low rise flare jeans. My hair sat wavy with random plaits in my skunk hair. The fit was kinda out of my usual style but it was better than what I looked like previously and to be honest, I was really feeling myself.

"Where have you two been?" Adela questioned holding her ear piece as to prevent herself from being heard by others, "You're on in three!"

The boys already sat in the couch waiting for the cameras to go on air. The room was already loud and giddy but as me and bill walked out into view the whole room erupted loudly in screams and praise.

Tom looked over in our direction and readjusted him self on the couch, getting Gustav to scoot along as he did so. I sat next to Tom seeing as though he made room on the couch. We looked at each other and smiled. 

"Bill did a great job, you look smoking." Tom winked. I felt my cheeks grow hot and forced myself to face the audience. I struggled containing myself but I had no choice but to do so, we were live now. 

"Tokio Hotel joins us tonight while on their Zimmer 483 Tour." the interviewer says with a smile, staring directly in the camera. "Guys, Germany wants to know, how's it been returning home to perform?" 

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The interviewer turned to me, ready to shoot another question. “Y/N, me - along with many other audience members - have noticed you have something pretty eye catching on your belly button."

I looked down at my navel, forgetting the piercing that laid there.

"That is right." I replied looking up to see even the Tokio boys staring at my stomach. Tom smirked then bit his lip.

"It appears even your band members are surprised by your new bedazzlement." He noted.

The dread-head looked me up and down then altered the way he was sitting. Fixing the bag in his pants then pulling the oversized shirt to his knees. 

"When did that happen, why did you choose to get it done?"

"Well. it happened back in uhh, France so about 2 weeks ago and I got it done because, why not? They're pretty cute and right now I have a little playboy bunny dangling from my belly. Pretty neat isn't it?"

The audience and the boys laughed at my response, and I felt a rush of confidence knowing I could make them all smile. The interview continued with questions about our tour, our music, and our upcoming plans. We answered as best as we could, trying to keep it lighthearted and fun.

As the interview came to an end, the boys and I stood up to thank the host and the audience. Tom waited for me to rise first before he got up and stood behind me. His face was flushed as I felt a bulge poke me in the back. My eyes widened as I turned back slightly to look at Tom. He placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me back to face the front not giving me a chance to look away from the audience ahead of us. He tilted his head back slightly, squeezing his eyes tight and biting his lip trying to get his excitement to go away. I felt Tom's hand on my lower back as he used me as a shield, guiding me to the side as we prepared to leave the set. Doing everything in his power to cover this embarrassing moment from the live cameras.

Once we got behind the curtain, Tom grabbed the hat off his head and discreetly placed it over the tent in his jeans. It was the fastest I'd ever seen Tom dart to our dressing room.

"That was amazing, you did great," Bill whispered-yelled to me as soon as we exited the stage.

"Thanks, I couldn't have done it without your help," I replied, feeling grateful for his support.

"Hmm, wonder what happened with Tom" Georg smirked.

As we made our way back to our dressing room, the 3 boys teased me about my new belly button piercing, making jokes and laughing together. As Gustav went to open the dressing room door it was abruptly swung open from the other side to reveal a panting Tom with a smug look on his face.

"Oh hey guys." He breathed his voice was all over the place. "Just a bit puffed out"

”Oh my god!” Bill gagged.

Me and Gustav chuckled while Georg lent towards him and gave him a fist bump.

[opertabry]

| notes; 34. yes? no? ( half written )

[ synopsis; there’s a cute girl that always sleeps in your intro pysch class. she just so happens to be ginger AND your dorm neighbor ]

YES? NO?;

haerin,

you said freesias were your favourite flowers, so i got some for you! hope you like them :)

i heard normal freesias symbolise friendship and trust, but i don’t really like that. i don’t think that fits us. white freesias symbolise innocence and purity; fits us a little more, don’t ya think? they’re also used a lot in wedding ceremonies (could be us one day). nah i’m kidding. unless..?

um this is kinda awkward for me, so bear with me please. you know, intro pysch wasn’t the first time i noticed you. i remember seeing you for the first time when we were in high school actually, i never knew who were, just knew that you were that one cute girl from the class down the hall. cute girl from down the hall. has a ring to it, no? and when we got into college, i was kinda glad when i saw you. i was really relieved to see a familiar face, even though we never ended up talking. then i saw you were in my intro pysch class, like what are the odds of that? okay, i’m stalling.

haerin, i think you’ve realised this but i really like you. crazy how this started from me just writing notes for you. well, i mean i’ll still write them for you if you want, i won’t stop. unless you tell me to, which i think would be dumb, because as much as i like you.. you’re kinda failing. no judgement, i swear, just an observation. okay, i’m ranting again. well? is it really considered ranting if i’m writing this? like wouldn’t ranting mean im saying it? okay i’ll stop im sorry. i mena it though, i really like you. it’s okay if you don’t like me back, i just wanted you to know.

with love,

y/n <3

as she read the letter, the soft smile that haerin sported kept on widening - which didn’t go unnoticed by her dormmate (unfortunately for her, not for you though).

you jumped up from where you were sitting on the couch, earning a shriek from hanni and sprinted towards your room. you ripped a piece of paper out of your notebook, grinning as you scribbled messily;

be my gf?

[ ] yes [ ] no

leaning back to admire your work (it really wasn’t that impressive), you felt a rush of happiness, a flight of butterflies released into your stomach. you folded the note before you jogged back into your living room, reaching for the door knob.

“y/n, what the fuck was that? you scared me, asshole. wait, where are you going?”

“haerin.” that seemed to be enough of an explanation for hanni as she let out an approving hum and turned to resume scrolling on her phone. she’s a weird one, you thought.

you walked over to the dorm next door and plopped yourself down on the floor. you slid the note under the door, something you’ve done countless times before - but this time it was different. leaning your back onto the door, you heard squeals from the other side. now that was definitely danielle. you started grinning and quietly laughing to yourself, gaining some judging looks from students walking down the dorm halls. but you didn’t care because haerin likes you back. you felt like you were back in high school again, the giddy feeling returning as you felt a nudge near your hand, a note being pushed onto your side of the door. you rushed to unfold it;

be my gf?

[x] yes [ ] no

“oh my fucking god.”

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i’m a liar! (not rlly) but i have like one week off school bcs i’m sick and i just finished a maths test today. so a lil break for me before chaos 😞 BUT!! ik how i’m ending this now, i think next chapter will be the end.

[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

Abundance

incubus!Gojo Satoru x black!fem!reader

Warnings/Content: 18+ only cursing, praise kink, some spit (not spit play), blowjob, toy usage, joint (that isn’t relevant until part 2), deep throat, cum eating (both), dirty talk, pet names (baby, pretty girl), porn with plot

Author’s Note: well fuck. I got sick as hell and it pushed back all of my kinktober work. I’ll still publish them all, they’ll just be coming out in through November. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and let me know if you’d like to be tagged in Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2

•••

You gnaw on the skin at the edge of your thumb nail nervously as you look at the shoddy, yet well intentioned miniature hut you’ve built with the help of YouTube, 20 minutes of sleep, and the 4 shots of tequila you guzzled to quell your anxieties after said 20 minutes. If we’re being honest, it doesn’t seem like the kind of offering a deity of abundance would really like, but it’s the best you could do, and you cross your fingers and snap a picture, hoping it’ll be enough.

Not even 5 minutes after sending your photo does your phone ping with Shoko’s personalized ringtone.

It’s kinda plain. Put some flowers or something. Or a money tree… duh

You grumble at the message, but still jump up and throw your feet into two mismatched shoes before sneaking out to your apartment courtyard and ripping some of the flowers from the display out front. Crouched down, you check to see if anyone is around again, the jumbo beads on the ends of your braids clatter and nearly erase any semblance of stealth that you have as you rush back into your apartment, not even breathing until your back is flat against your door.

Looking at your cozy one bedroom with fresh eyes, you notice that not only is your hut plain, but it’s also sitting on your coffee table where no sun can reach it. Taking your thumb back into your mouth, you kick off your fuzzy slide and wedge sandal and get to arranging in a way that will hopefully make Shoko proud.

She’s an expert by zero means at all. She really just sent you the first abundance ritual post that popped up on Pinterest after listening to you freak out about how long you and your colleagues have been striking at the office and what are you going to do with only a side hustle and a half? You’re both as knowledgeable as each other when it comes to summoning anything but a free drink at a club, but only one of you thought to check Pinterest and now maybe the other one is looking for some validation because even if it’s shoddy, she worked really hard and would like to hear that she did good.

So though you send the photo of your hut, now preciously decorated with maybe too many flowers and sitting in the sun with only a “Fuck you, she’s pretty 🥹”, Shoko is quick with her reply, knowing exactly what you’re looking for.

Much better, very pretty. You did a pretty good job honestly.

The praise has a smile growing wide on your face, you did do a pretty good job for your first go at it. You stayed up all night and even added a few symbols (sigils? Fuck if you know) to the bottom for good measure. That kind of dedication deserves a reward, so you decide to take yourself out on a date. These have been a hard few weeks and until the deity, fairy, or whoever does it, you will give yourself an abundance. Of love and care that is.

As you return home an hour or two after the sun has set with two handfuls of bags and leftovers from your lunch with Shoko, you feel satisfied, maybe this was the work of your sweet little hut. “Give back to the universe what it gave to you.” You whisper before places a small wet kiss to the smooth, misshapen roof of what you have now decided to call a cottage, potentially thanks to a few dinner mimosas that were not your idea, but we’re happily consumed.

With your day having been lived and the universe having received your thanks, early or otherwise, you drop your clothing and beauty supply bags beside your couch and set your leftovers on the counter to wait for you until after your shower. You let out a long groan of anticipation as you try to undress without the hands currently pushing your braids into your bonnet.

You’re absolutely right to anticipate your shower. The steaming water is loosening knots in your shoulders you didn’t even notice were there. Just as you go to reach for your body wash and wash rag, a shiver runs down your spine and ends as a warm buzz between your legs. The intensity catches you by surprise, almost making you slip out of your bathtub and wiping away your soft intoxication.

Catching yourself quickly, you push your urges down, you have plans for her already; leftovers, specialty ice cream, a rose-petal wrapped joint, and the cute little rose toy you picked up today. It’s nothing fancy, but you figure that your date should end the right way, and you deserve to be wined and dined before putting yourself to sleep as you throughly plan to. It’s hard, let’s not downplay the severity of this arousal, you’re stalled for nearly two entire minutes, fearing any movement right now ruining your plans, but your brain wins and you’re able to finish your shower with major discomfort, but no worries.

Out of your shower and donned in your favorite panties and flirty nightgown, you begin to set up your bedroom for your eventful night, lighting candles and putting your comfort show on the television all of your friends hate that you keep in your room (until they’re all staying over) while your leftovers spin in your microwave. All the while, you can’t get rid of the infuriating itch in your lower belly, demanding attention. “Guess abundance can mean anything.” You mutter as you cut your eyes over to your cottage while removing your food from the microwave.

There’s no one to blame but yourself, you figure as you shut off the rest of the lights in your apartment, and while the abundance isn’t fully working out how you want right now… that doesn’t mean you won’t wake up to a 30 million dollar check in the mail from a secret admirer.

Though you don’t have time to be amused by your thoughts, instead, you’re frozen in your doorway, petrified by the two icy blue eyes glowing in the darkest corner of your room. As your eyes meet, another wave of arousal rushes over you, threatening to knock you off of your feet, but you’ll be damned if you drop your leftovers, opting instead to squeeze your thighs together softly as his mouth cracks open into a wide smile, teeth just as bright as his eyes.

The man begins to approach you, each step feeling like a vibration in your core, and as your mind reels, you figure that he has to be the deity. Granted, now that he’s out of the darkness, he does look good enough to eat - tall and lean, black dress pants running along the incredible length of his legs to gleaming shoes and a white button-up shirt that looks soft enough to wrap your pillow in, just enough buttons open to show the peek of a silver necklace glinting beneath - but you’d be lying if you said you thought a real person could turn you on to this extent. He stops once the cool tips of his shoes rest against your toes, his burning gaze lazily dropping to the soft pink polish on your toes before dragging its way up past the hem of your nightgown to your chest, lingering there as his Cheshire smile grows even wider and his eyes make one final jump to meet yours. “Hey.”

Having him so close to you is an adjustment you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to make as you feel your pussy flutter around nothing. You have no idea what to say in response, and before you can think about it, or simply whimper instead, your mouth moves without your permission, “Are you a fairy?”

The man throws his head back in a boisterous laugh, his lower lip poking out in a mocking pout when he meets your eyes again, “Awe, pretty girl,” A cool thumb caresses your cheek, your body still adjusting to his pressure, “Were you supposed to be summoning a fairy?” Nodding, your shoulder lifts in a halfhearted shrug, “Or a deity. Of um, of abundance.”

He removes his hand from your face and clicks his tongue, not relinquishing his pout as he pulls one of your cottage flowers from his pocket. “And here I thought you were trying to set the mood.” As he maneuvers the flower behind your ear, you realize that you hadn’t even noticed that his pockets were stuffed with all of the flowers you’d set up to welcome… whatever he was. Luckily, he answers your question after plucking the long stem from the flower behind your ear, “My name is Gojo Satoru, and I am the finest incubus you can summon.”

You’re not given much time to process, your confused (and betrayed) gaze still out of your bedroom door and set on the naked cottage as Gojo takes your hand and pulls you towards your bed. He takes a seat on the edge, releasing a hum of delighted satisfaction at the soft bounce, and rests you so you’re standing between his open legs, the tv flickering colors across his face, all paling in comparison to his eyes. “I summoned a demon?” Gojo nods, smile ever present and hand not yet leaving yours, “Can incubi also bring money?”

Gojo chuckles, “You ask a lot of questions don’t you?” He pulls another flower from his pocket and rips the stem off with his teeth before placing behind his own ear, “I’ll answer that one and any others you’re allowed to ask until we’re done, okay?” His okay is punctuated by his hand releasing yours and instead mirroring his other to slowly trail up your legs and beneath your nightgown.

“For starters, you’re gonna call me Satoru tonight, or however much of it you’re able to get out later.” A cheeky smirk as he looks up at you through his frosty lashes makes you want to feel his mouth on you and see if it’s as chilled as the rest of him is, but he’s also a demon, so using your newly mastered skill of beating your desires back until you just barely have control, you nod and clench your thighs again, “Okay, Satoru.” His hands have reached the hem of your panties now, fingers bunching the material until he clasps the entire sides in both hands, “Good! Now, as far as money goes, usually, no, but, if you’re a good girl for me, I just might reconsider.”

If you weren’t already struggling to keep your breath softer than a pant, you’d probably be embarrassed at how your legs quiver at the label, especially when Satoru acknowledges the shake with a groan deep in his chest and the tortuously slow descent of your panties, which he follows with the burial of his nose in the crevice between your thighs over your nightgown. After he finishes a deep breath, he releases your panties to land on the floor and catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he chuckles again. “I’m a demon, not a monster, you’re not in any danger.” The end of the statement is very pointed, Satoru’s eyes serious as he says it, though they soften again when you nod, some of the returned tension in your shoulders dropping with the motion of your head.

Satoru’s icy hands have made their way back up your legs, his fingers digging into your ass as he kneads the fat of it, the crotch of his pants tightening in response, “Last answer, no more questions til we’re done; I don’t care about your neighbors, don’t muffle any of the sounds you make. I know I won’t be, so it’ll be a waste if you try.” While you heard Satoru, your entire body’s attention has been focused on his cock trying to break through the zipper of his pants, and with one more nod, this one much less invested than your prior, you drop to your knees in front of Satoru. He goes to protest, but you offer a silent trade, offering him your leftovers, though he doesn’t take the plate until you pull your lust blown eyes from the growing tent in his pants to meet his own. Once your eyes meet, Satoru laughs, almost giddy, and takes your plate, “Are you repaying me for earlier?”

Your fingers fumble with his pants, your anticipation so high, you can barely function. You have to taste him, and you most definitely have to do it now, besides, Satoru is counting on you to be a good girl for him, “I’m gonna try.” You mutter as you finally get his pants undone. Satoru takes a forkful of leftovers into his mouth, those paralyzing eyes of his focused on you.

Taking a note from Satoru’s book, you slowly, tortuously pull his pants down, your lips leaving wet kisses along his snowy happy trail. Satoru is about to say something else, but you finally get his pants down low enough to see he isn’t wearing any underwear beneath his perfectly tailored pants and lick a path from one side of his pelvis to the other, forcing him to cut off whatever he was going to say with a breathy groan.

The noise makes you impatient, yanking Satoru’s pants just low enough for his cock to come springing up onto his stomach, long veiny, and begging to be touched. Flicking your eyes up to his flushed face, you guide his tip into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and pushing your tongue against the sensitive skin just beneath the head of his cock, a smile constricting your mouth even more when the repeated motion causes Satoru to flop back onto your bed with a long whine.

Taking a deep breath in through your nose while you can, you glide his twitching length over your tongue until the cool, yet angry red tip pushes at the back of your throat. The entirety of Satoru can’t fit into your mouth, the very base of him eluding the warm wet embrace, so to make up for it, you sit up on your knees and extend your tongue to lick what your lips can’t reach, spit pooling into the short shorn hairs you can’t quite bury your nose into. Now Satoru moans, low and lulling, setting your plate beside himself on your bed and tossing his head back. As you lift your mouth from his cock slowly, tongue lazily dragging behind, Satoru’s breaths turn into shallow pants. You can’t remember the last time you wanted to savor something so badly, or the last time you wanted to devour something so grossly it’d be hard to look your mother in the eye. Satoru is using one hand to push his fluffy hair off of his forehead and the other is lying limp over the edge of your bed. His moans and whines have your pussy clenching and dripping, aching for the relief that comes when you slip two of your fingers into your heat.

As the stimulation on your g-spot and the dizzying heat of Satoru’s slack jawed stare make you moan around the head of his cock, you suddenly drop your mouth back down on him until his spongy head makes harsh contact with the back of your throat. The feeling pulls a deep growl from Satoru, the edges of his licked lips curling as you repeat the motion, building a steady pace of slow ascension and burning descent until the sounds of your clattering beads, moans, and squelches of your fingers fidgeting in your pussy are joined by the wet, choked cry forced from your lips every time you make that bruising collision.

“So good, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” Satoru praises you, reaching for something on the small end table beside your bed, sharp blue eyes still trained on you and summoning another wave of arousal over your curling fingers. You moan at the feeling, air in the room growing thick and Satoru sits up now, resting his weight on his left arm as he extends the other to you, revealing your new toy. You still your movements, your aching throat enjoying the reprieve as you gaze up at Satoru, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and your tongue lazily sliding along his twitching length. “I wanna taste you while I fuck your mouth, pretty girl, you can use this.”

You don’t go to move for the toy, not because you don’t want to, of course, but once again, as your eyes flicker from his open hand to his face, his eyes, your body’s actions seem to be incredibly limited, only allowing for your pussy to clench tighter around your fingers and your mouth to release a needy whine around Satoru’s cock. Hissing at the vibration, his expression gets serious, “Take it and use it. Give me your hand.” His demand turns your brain back on and you pull your fingers out of yourself with a loud pop, your wetness dripping onto the floor as you present your sticky fingers to Satoru, your other hand dropping into his own to drunkenly grasp the pink toy.

Satoru is smiling again, pulling another cock muffled whimper from you, “Awe, baby, is that all for me?” He coos, cheeks flushed as he licks at some of the sticky arousal that has dripped down to your wrist. You nod, needy moans and whimpers leaving your mouth more often than breath at the moment, and your heat missing something to grip as Satoru’s eyes roll back into his head as he groans hungrily at the taste of you. When his eyes meet yours again, they’re dark and hazy, almost making his cheeky grin look ravenous, devilish. “You should have told me you tasted so good.” He doesn’t leave any room for response - not that you really could in your state anyway - before his head gestures to your hand, still lying in his, “Use your rose, pretty girl. I want you to cum with me.”

Now that your new toy is turned on and pressed against your clit, Satoru gently grips the back of your neck, his thumb gently stroking the skin behind your ear as he savors the taste of your arousal on your fingers, “Relax your mouth, baby, okay?” This time, Satoru let’s you nod in response before his grip on your neck tightens and he thrusts his hips so he hits the back of your throat again, the sensation making you both moan loudly. He barely pulls back before plunging his cold cock head right back into the increasingly more sensitive spot. Relentless, Satoru keeps his pace, whimpering broken fragments of praises and your name as he sucks and licks at your hand, cleaning you up with a greedy attention to detail that almost makes you wish he was licking into you in tandem with the you making your thighs shake.

Almost. But as Satoru’s thrusts begin to speed up and his licks begin to turn into dragging bites to your palm, you relish in the feeling of having his heavy cock twitch in your warm mouth and his balls gathering and spreading the drool seeping out of your mouth with loud slaps. He’s loud, he’s rough, he’s greedy, and as Gojo Satoru clenches his jaw and interlocks your fingers, begging you to cum with him and telling you how good you feel, you’re sure he’s also absolutely divine. His lidded eyes and slack jaw are enough to have you clenching your thighs and moaning loud and long as your orgasm crashes over you, so strong your vision goes white for a moment.

Satoru lets out a low broken moan as he watches your orgasm rush through you, contorting your face and constricting your mouth around him. His short fingernails are digging temporary crescents into the back of your neck as he holds you down on his cock as far as he can manage, “Eyes up here. Watch what you do to me.” Satoru waits patiently, grinding into your mouth slow and hard until you’re able to lull your eyes back to his.

As soon as you make eye contact, Satoru reaffirms his grip on your neck and begins to piston his hips, making his earlier pace seem geriatric. “Fuck, been so good for me, haven’t you?” Satoru pants out, voice soft and raspy. You hum an acknowledgement around him, a nod barely able to be formed due to Satoru’s rapid thrusting, but your whiny confirmation, the beg for his approval buzzing around his aching cock is all Satoru needs. With his jaw slack to release a loud throaty moan and his snowy eyelashes fluttering, Satoru cums down your throat, warm and so, so filling. As he twitches against your tongue, holding you so far down his length tears slip between your lips and add to the salty flavor of him filling your mouth, Satoru chuckles breathlessly, “That’s right… take it all.”

Satoru doesn’t let his hefty cock slip out of your mouth until you’ve swallowed all of the cum he gave you. Untangling your hands, Satoru pulls you up so you’re straddling his lap and he sets to wiping the tears from your cheeks and sweeping the cum that seeped out of the corners of your mouth up with his thumb. “Open up, pretty girl, you’ve got leftovers.” Satoru coos, the cheeky tone he never abandons for long makes you huff in soft indignation, but the compliment has you moving forward to suck the digit into your mouth, being sure to clean it of Satoru’s salty cum, eyes closing at the flavor and pussy fluttering again.

Opening your mouth to release Satoru’s thumb, you rub yourself against his still stiff member, subconsciously scratching the itch he seems capable of continually causing, “I wanna do that again.” You’re insatiable as you hump your way through your sentence, wanting him so badly you can’t stop yourself from gripping his shirt so tightly your knuckles hurt as you run your clit over his bulbous head, high pitched whimpers falling from your lips at every pass.

You lean in to kiss Satoru and lick the smug grin off of his face, but he moves away, reveling in how your pout after chasing his lips doesn’t result in him meeting you excitedly, tongue startlingly warm and licking a path through your mouth. “No baby,” Satoru flips you effortlessly, standing to slowly discard his clothes as he watches you rub your thighs together, “Now I do my job.” Fully naked, adorned only in the thin, glistening chain and the securely placed flower he set behind his ear earlier, Satoru creeps himself up the bed towards you.

One sloppy kiss after another, Satoru hums his way up your body. As he’s passing by your pussy, Satoru pushes your thighs open and with his tongue flat, he licks one mean stripe up your slit before abandoning your lips entirely and setting to nibbling at your neck. Before you can protest though, Satoru slips one of his long fingers into you, immediately curling to where you’re most sensitive, “You gonna be loud for me while I fuck you full, pretty girl?”

[ghoastixx]

I saw you were looking for SPN requests. Maybe you could do something where reader ends up knocking on Sam’s motel door drunk (Dean made them go out with him* and Sam takes care of them let’s them borrow his t shirt to sleep in and kinda just takes care of them. Just an idea!! :)))

Sam Winchester x GN drunk!reader

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my inbox is always open!!!

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It was late. Very late. Dean had went out with Y/n and Sam had stayed behind. Sam had been researching a hunt they had just gotten information on when he heard a knock on the motel door. Dean and Y/n both had the keys so he picked up Ruby's knife before he peeked out the peephole. When he saw Y/n he opened the door up. Y/n looked tired, like he had been ran through the ringer. he stood with a slouch and his hair was messy. He smelled like booze.

"Y/n? You alright? Where's Dean?"

"With a girl," Your voice was hoarse. He took note of it.

"you drunk?" You nodded as you stumbled in. You almost fell on your face, so he put his hand on the small of your back. He had you sit down on the bed.

"I'm gonna go get you some water-"

"Sammy.. don't feel good-" He jumped into action when you gagged. He rushed you to the dingy bathroom and got you to the toilet in time. He held your hair back out of your face as you got sick. He gently pat your back. Once he knew you were okay he went to get some water. He came back with water, a pair of shorts, and a shirt. He sat on his bed as you changed. You stumbled out of the room wearing the shorts and shirt. It was one of Sam's shirts. It hung off your body.. Sam was tall after all.

"come on hun, let's get you to bed."

"Dean made me drink by myself," you sniffled, Sam smiled a bit and opened his arms for you to come to him. He hugged you,

"Love you Sammy,"

"Love you too,"

[thexsanctuaryx]

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Summary: Emma's struggling with med changes, Marc makes sure she knows she's not going through it alone. Pairing: Original Character { Emma Harper } x Marc Spector && Emma Harper x Steven Grant Contents: angst to fluffish, hurt/comfort, happyish ending Warnings: severe mental illness { hallucinations, overwhelm, major depression, anxiety, instability } didn't super go into detail in the piece but it's kinda the main part of this one and the beginning is a bit dark. nothing else really I don't think? Author’s Note: For all my depressed babies out there who have ever struggled with medication/changes. I see you and I love you. So does Emma and the best Moon Husbands a person with mental illness could ever ask for. Word Count: 617 Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

She sits curled up in a ball against the headboard of their bed, quietly sniffing back her tears.

This was the second time this week that she’d felt this low. She wants to call them, but also doesn’t.

She’s tired of feeling like a burden. This whole thing was her fault anyway. She was the one who’d thought she hadn’t needed that one medication.

At first it had been fine, she’d even thought she felt better as it lowered in her system. But by the time it was almost completely out of it, things took a turn for the worse.

She’d had to email her doctor to ask about how quickly she could taper back up.

Still, that had been two weeks ago and she still wasn’t back to normal. Sometimes, she thought she was perhaps even worse.

She hears the front door open, the casual toss of keys into the basket.

The apartment is dark, having failed to get up for hours since the afternoon.

She wipes furiously at her face now, sniffling again in an attempt to conceal her distress as she hears him flip the light switch in the living room.

Marc gets back from a round of driving to a dark and seemingly empty apartment. But then, he knew she hadn’t any plans to go anywhere that day.

Worry pumps through his chest, fear in the pit of his stomach.

“Baby?” He calls out finally.

His ears pick up the smallest sniffing from their bedroom and he has to stop himself from rushing in there.

He knows it would only overwhelm her if she’s in as bad of shape as it seems.

As he rounds the corner of their door and turns on the light, his heart sinks.

He knew he shouldn’t have gone out. Especially not with how sick she’d been feeling.

This time he doesn’t stop himself from swiftly moving over and sitting beside her on the bed.

“Hey…” he says softly, reaching to smooth over her hair, his brows pinched together and a soft pout at his lips.

Emma immediately moves to climb into his lap, closing her body around his and likewise immediately beginning to cry all over again.

He does nothing to stop her, only shifting to cradle her against himself, tucking his chin over her.

“I’ve got you—it’s okay…”

Emma only sobs harder.

“It’s gonna be okay—I’m not gonna let anything happen to you…”

She coughs again, clinging to him even tighter.

“I know, baby, I know…we’ll get through this…it’s just gonna take some time…” He tells her, pressing a few firm kisses to her temple, combing his fingers through her hair.

“Just breathe with me…”

She nods quickly, doing her best to imitate his slower, more even breaths.

It takes a few minutes but gradually she stops crying.

She presses a couple grateful kisses of her own to his throat.

“I’m sorry…” she whispers into him.

That’s when Marc pulls back, cradling her face as he looks in her eyes.

“You have nothing to apologize for…”

“But—”

“Nothing.” He insists, looking between her eyes, his brows rising in the center.

He wipes gently at any lingering tears and then presses his lips softly to hers.

“Why don’t we take a hot shower? The cold alone isn’t helping anything. Okay?”

Emma nods quickly, “Okay…”

“Okay.” He pauses, giving her a look of mock irritation over having to share.

“And then maybe, maybe I’ll let Steven make you a cup of tea...”

‘Oi!’ Steven erupts in the headspace.

Emma gives a soft laugh, pressing her lips to his again.

This only further proves to Marc he’s not ready to give up control just yet.

“Maybe…”

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hi I saw that your asks were open and I was wondering if I could get Chifuyu x depressed Reader and he takes care of her when she's depressed? IE feeding her food, helping her to brush her teeth sorta thing? Kinda been going through it lately and that he's my comfort character. If you can't no worries and no rush if you can. I adore your writing style and was happy to see asks were open!

Hello! Thank you for your kind words! I am glad you like what I have to offer! Hopefully this one will also warm your heart a bit ❤️

I am very sorry for what you are going through!

If you'd like to talk, please feel free to message me!

Thank you for requesting, i hope this is of your liking!

Let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: although the reader is depressed I took a more fluffy note here. I hope that's ok?

I also see these boys to be a bit… let's say worried about their hair XD

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You weren't at school today and your boyfriend, Chifuyu, did not like that. It meant you were probably sick and it didn't help at all that you didn't answer texts or calls.

He spent the whole day at school worried sick about you. When the final bell rang, he dashed to your house, normally your parents would be working, he was turning between hoping they were home and hoping they were not - if they were you being taken care of. If not, then Chifuyu could spend some time with you.

When he got to your house and knocked on the door, all he heard was silence. After a few minutes he knocked again while calling out for you.

Upon hearing your name in such a familiar voice, you slowly made your way to the door from your bedroom.

You were wearing your school's uniform.

But until you got there, Chifuyu's voice got more and more worried.

When you opened the door you saw a mix of relief and worry on Chifuyu's face. He hugged you tightly, so tightly you felt tears bubbling up in your eyes.

Chifuyu felt you shaking slightly and was quick to grab you by the shoulder and ask if everything was OK. You answered by bursting into tears.

The poor boy didn't quite know what to do, so he guided inside your home, sat you on the couch and asked if your parents - or someone - was home with you.

You shook your head. Chifuyu went to grab a glass of water and after placing it on the table, he held you tightly again and he asked you if someone hurted you - the boy was willing to fight anything and everyone for you.

You didn't quite reply and he wasn't understanding very well what you were saying, so he decided to wait for you to calm down.

As soon as you started to calm down for a bit he gave you the glass of water and asked again what was wrong, while removing the hair that got stuck on your face.

You mumbled you were just… sad. Upon hearing that answer he understood what was wrong. Chifuyu asked if you ate something and why you were wearing your uniform and yet, didn't go to school.

You explained you pretend to go to school so your parents wouldn't worry, but you lacked the energy to do anything else, including eating.

As soon as you were done with this answer you turned into a little ball on the other end of the couch.

Chifuyu got up saying he was going to find something for you to eat. Your protests weren't enough to keep him from searching for some food.

Eventually he found an instant Ramen, it wasn't the ideal meal, but hey, it's food. He started preparing it.

While he was at it, you hugged a pillow and stared at the dark screen of the TV - it was turned off.

When Chifuyu is done with the Ramen he is only holding one hashi. You were slightly confused by that, but soon you understood why just one - he offered to feed you.

His face was tint with red, an adorable view! It was so cliche of him, like he took this out of one of his romance Mangas.

He asked you to sit right and tried to feed you the ramen, but that didn't quite work out - you two ended up making a mess, he gave you too much food at once.

Was there a big mess? Yes. Was he frustrated that he failed on his shoujo out scene? Yes. But that didn't matter.

It didn't matter because you started giggling at that mess and it was the best thing he heard all day.

You finished eating on your own, but Chifuyu offered to cuddle you while you were at it. So you leaned your back on his chest.

He got terribly shy and red faced, but happy nonetheless. He also made you drink some more water after eating and of course, he cleaned the mess and washed the dishes.

With everything set and clean, it was getting a bit late - toman meeting was coming up and your parents would come back soon.

He was worried about leaving you alone until then. You knew he had a meeting, so you reassured him you would be fine.

Chifuyu didn't quite trust that 100%, but you promised to answer his call when he got home and to message him when your parents got home.

The boy sighed. He made you pink swear what you promised, which made you giggle again.

Chifuyu, then, left your house with a tight heart. He knew you weren't fully ok, but it was frustrating he couldn't punch your sadness away.

You did as promised, messaged him when your parents got home and answered his call.

You had a tired voice, as expected, but at least you answered. You didn't talk much either, but Chifuyu said he would walk you to school.

So the next day he was standing near your home. When you walked out, he smiled brightly at you, which made your heart do a little happy dance.

As you mumbled a " good morning" Chifuyu stared at you. You raised an eyebrow at him and to your surprise he asked if he could brush your hair.

You flinched for a moment before nodding. Surprisingly, Chifuyu had a comb on his bag and he proceeded to comb your hair for you.

Was it awkward ? Yes. You were in the middle of the street. But you were thankful for him for doing that for you, he even tied your hair in a ponytail!

When he was done, he finally grabbed your hand to walk to school. You were a bit late, but that's fine.

Chifuyu paid extra attention to you at school - made sure you were fine during classes and during lunch time, he sat next to you and tried to feed you again.

Which you giggle and said you could do it yourself. He was a bit bummed out, but happy you could giggle again.

By the end of the day you smiled at Chifuyu, a small shy smile, but it was there.

The boy got so happy to see you smiling again that he almost tripped.

And you? You were glad to have such a sweet boyfriend. You were truly thankful for his patience with you.

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Thank you for reading!

I hope this have helped :c

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEYYYY I’M EMERGING FROM THE BLANKET FORT HAPPILY i come with gifts :33 🍡🍡🧋🧋🌻🌻 i hope today is treating u as kindly as u deserve!!!

OK SOOOO since u finished great pretender there are things i Need to know……. journalist ari is here to interview u i am twirling my little pen and gazing at u fondly ….. first of all!!! i’m gonna have to know your general feelings on the show 👀👀 what did u think?? did u enjoy it??? any parts u especially liked/didn’t really like?? AND then i also need to know your top 3 characters + your favorite case/arc….. it’s extremely important to me.

anyways i love u here is a funny meme that made me think of u <333 they mean the world to me

HIHIHIHIHIIIII HII ARI MY ANGEL!!!! pls know that i love this fucking meme so much but what i love even more is that you sent it to me<3333 and that it made me think of you<33333 love u MWAH

i am now sitting very comfortably with my dr. pepper and i am ready to Go A Little Crazy. btw i am staring right into your eyes are you getting nervous yet little dove? /hj HERE GOES🔥🔥🔥

OKAY OKAY OKAY GREAT PRETENDER!!!!!!! I LIKED IT A LOT!!!!! the fact that they were speaking english in the beginning caught me so off guard i can't even explain it.......... lmao it was cute though!!

i think the second season was my favourite!!! i thought it was really nice how they took more time with the case although yes i understand that there was a lot happening overall so they needed to take more time but i kinda wish the first cases were a bit more drawn out too.... some parts felt a little rushed. like the literally the beginning?? edamura is stealing his wallet but now suddenly they're already in la and that all happened in like the first ten minutes??? that was a lot for a start. but overall i liked it!!!

as for my favourite characters...... look i am truly not immune to little skrunkly kitty cat guys with brown hair and brown hair okay...... edamura my sweetheart<33333333333 (just on a side note i love when ppl wear suits idk something about it just scratches my brain and he was constantly wearing one in the second one i loved it sm)

i felt soo bad by the end of the second one bc nobody treated him right:(((((((( like they didn't tell him anything:(((( yes whatever it was for "his safety" but that doesn't make it right okay:(((((((( like when he got betrayed by his dad after they rescued the kids for the first time???????? and then the whole boat thing??????? he had to watch his friends (fake) die???????? even worse he had to watch his own dad shoot them and then he himself shot his dad?????????? and all that for what??? "for his safety" yeah okay...... HE'S MY BABY:((( kittymura

so i definitely thought that he was gonna betray his friends in the end...................... i'm not saying he's a good guy............. but that old lady was treating him quite nicely wasn't she............. so yes i did think that that was gonna happen buT I DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS STILL A PART OF THE PLOT IN THE END??????? so i was still bamboozled. in a good way i enjoyed that a lot bc i feel like i very often figure out things like this whether i want to or not so i don't get too surprised that often anymore but this did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WILL GIVE KITTYMURA HIS OSCAR I PROMISE I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!! like holy shit that scene was so good!!!!!!!!!!! i think u said u watched the dubbed one right? anyway i watched the subbed one and the voice acting was top tier in that one too!!!!!! when he starts laughing and saying that he finally bested the blonde bastard or whatever i got chills waaaa that was so fucking sick and then the best part!!!!!! the same u commented about too............. the one where he covering his eyes and then the hand drops over his lips 🥴🥴🥴 SO COOL HE ACTUALLY LOOKED MENACING THERE I LOVED IT SOOOO MUCH i won't lie i might've been rooting for him (sorry to my other beloveds...) but yeah that scene was amazing i was sitting so close to my computer screen i just couldn't pull myself away i was so into it

LAURENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYYY YIPPEEEE YAYY!!!! MY FAVOURITE BISEXUAL CON-ARTIST. very gender if i do say so myself. i loveed him!!!!!!! i love suave and charismatic characters a lot i think i'm TRYING to project onto them yk. btw have i said that every time i have a job interview or anything alike i just think that i'm george clooney. i'm not even kidding. i just think of him in ocean's 11 and i repeat to myself that I Am A Charismatic Man Who Doesn't Speak Too Loudly Nor Too Fast I Smile And I Keep Eye Contact And I Make A Joke Here And There And I Will Get This Job Because I Am A Cool Guy btw i've gotten every job i have ever been interviewed for.

and i LOVEDDDDDD him in season two!!!!!!!!!! i loved loved loved his background story so much it's so good to see the suave guy who never fucks up.... fuck up. like when he was stammering at their first job plsssss that made me love him so much more. and to see him with dorothy too:((((((((((((((((((((((((( i thought they were really really cute!!! the speaks-too-much and the stares-fondly dynamic always gets me going<33333333 the way he treated dorothy and how sweet he was i almost cried what's new....

+ i just loved when he Showed Emotion. he always had a smile and he was constantly cracking jokes so it was good to see him upset too. made him more real ig.....

PLUSSSS JUNICHI SUWABE IS SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD AAAAAA PLEAAASEEEE HE NEEDS LIKE AN OSCAR TOO he did such a great job with laurent he fit him so well and just overall he's so fucking good like obviously him as sukuna BROOOOOOOOOOOOOO I GOT CHILLS LIKE EVERYTIME HE OPENED HIS MOUTH OKAY and ofc odasaku too............ whewww okay this is another side note bc idk i love voices so i recently also discovered that he voiced viktor from yuri on ice????????????????????? that made my eyes drop out of my head i think voice acting is so fucking sick how do you voice a guy like viktor (btw i've never actually seen it but i've seen clips) and then a mf LIKE SUKUNA THE NEXT DAY THAT'S SO COOOOOL WAAHH

wait also THE LAURENT AND EDAMURA DYNAMIC!!!!!!! INSANE ACTUALLY!!!! very funny and gay. the end of season two made me go very crazy.. like when edamura is losing it and pointing the sword at his dad and then laurent steps in waaaaaaaaaaaaa that was so cool and i loved all of the times when edamura thought he had bested laurent only to realize that that indeed was not the case lmao they're so cute i can't wait to see more of them!!!!

what da fuck i just scrolled up when did this get so long...........anyway my third favourite character drum roll pleaaaaseee..... ABBBIE!!!!!!! I LOVED HER SOO MUCHHH finally a female character who doesn't smile!!!!!!!!!!!!!! very refreshing to see it and what's even more refreshing was that they kept her like that for the whole thing!!!! i feel like typically they'd make her "break" or whatever by the end of the show......... yk like idk if they made edamura n her kiss or something. ew. definitely feels like if a normie would watch it that's what they'd hope for and i'm very glad they didn't give in to that!!!!!!!! not every female character needs a love interest!!!!! she and kittymura made very very good friends and i hope they stay that way!!!!!!

btw i loved cynthia too i am bringing her here aswell!!!!!!!!! i was a silly goose and i kinda spoiled the first plot twist for myself bc.......... when u mentioned her i might've googled her............. just for the looks i wanted to know it's her when i saw her but............. i didn't realize the whole twist was that you wouldn't know who she really was.................. she appeared as the fbi agent and i went waittt isn't this???? 😐😐😐😐😐 yes. yes. it is................................. that was completely on me that was stupid....

anyway i adored the painting arc a lot!!!! it was so sweet and again it let us see the mighty swindler in a way different light and i really appreciated that it can get a bit boring when the characters are JUST some cool people who are always Cool and Successful it's nice to see them have emotions like i said before

i wasn't a big fan of the dad......................... idk if it's really my own daddy issues kicking in but i hope edamura stays mad at him....... that's kinda petty i guess but he fucked up sooooooo badly aaaaaaaa. i get it ur friend dies but then you just completely abandon your family???? yeah okay you had like a masterplan and had other people taking care of your son buT HE'S STILL YOUR SON?????? HE WAS SO TINY BACK THEN AND THEN HE'S JUST WILLINGLY LETTING KITTYMURA GET INTO THESE BIG GIGS wahh okay something about it just doesn't sit right with me okay....... even if it all worked out in the end........... edamura deserved better......

OKAAAAAYYYYYY THIS GOT SO LONG I AM NOT SURPRISED. LONG STORY SHORT I LOVE KITTYMURA AND I LOVE BILAURENT. VERY FUN SHOW AND I AM THANKING YOUR FOR THE RECOMMENDATION MY LOVE!!!!! <33333333333

and we are now reversing the roles as i beg you to answer the same questions please please pretty please!!!!!

(this is my chance to tell u that i watched the first ep of haikyuu last night!!!!!! and i of course liked it a lot what a surprise..... hinata is soo cute very baby and the beef he and kageyama already had made me laugh so hard but i did only watch the first ep so i can't say more but trusttttt i will let you know when i have my favourites picked out hehe)

OKOK ENOUGH ENOUGH HERE'S SOME NICE WARM TEA FOR MY PRETTIEST IRIS ☕☕ oke maybe it's coffee actually either way it's a warm drink to keep you nice and.. warm!!!!! yk since i can't be there to hug you or whatever😒😒😒 ANDDDD HERE'S A 🧁 BC YOU NEED SOMETHING SWEET I KNOW YOU DO!!!!! no rush with the reply bc this turned into a novel but yeah!!! can't wait to hear more of your thoughts!!!! I LOVE YOJUUUUU<3333

+ they're hugging<33333333 kittymura is just surprised but we both know he hugs him right back<33333333333

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred and thirteen

okay, trying a new format which will be proper grammar but all lowercase. i'll see how it goes and how i'll like it.

this week's been A LOT. yet very exciting. i moved to stockholm on thursday. had to wake up at 3 am but surprisingly ended up falling asleep quite late. the flights were not great, i felt quite anxious on both of them but i took melatonin for both and ended up sleeping for most of them.

i've of course also been listening to lots of kent. i feel like such a poser walking around town with kent in my ears even if no one can hear and no one would care.

one thing about stockholm is that it's very humbling walking around town because literally everyone's hot. it's insane. like, people are so fashionable and fancy and conventionally attractive while i feel like i barely match their level in a full face and my best outfit on a good hair day. truly so humbling.

on friday i met up with m for food and drinks. we struggled finding each other first because of the friday after work rush hour but once we got to the restaurant/pub thingy, it was very empty although it filled up over the time we were there. it was a burger place and it was really good although i got one of those humiliating cough fits at one point and never truly relaxed afterwards.

afterwards we went to an irish pub and, oh my god, it was so epic! i'm so happy to have someone to go to irish pubs with. i love drinking guinness and listening to celtic music. it was also nice because once we got there we really started becoming more natural with our conversation. i did feel quite sick on my way home though which was not the greatest because the bus home was delayed quite a bit so i just ended up walking home and lowkey died.

anyways, on tuesday, earlier in the week before i had moved, i had my last hangout with l for a while. we had subway and then they were my emotional support for asking my talking stage l on a date. it was so... okay, spoiler, i am going on a date with him but i still want to tell you about the interaction because it was a bit silly.

me and l (my bff l, not talking stage l) are sitting in the hallway of my old school and discussing what i should say and how i should send it and stuff. so i'm planning every single message out word for word in my notes app. once i've received approval from my friend, i open snapchat and stare at the conversation for a tiny bit before starting to type the messages out. i wanted to type them out rather than copy pasting so it would still feel a bit more real (for myself) in a way. literally started off with a single "btwwww" and his bitmoji shows up immediately and i literally yell and my friend starts yelling too because we didn't expect him to see the messages in real time. he replies a few quick silly messages just copying me but in swedish and then since i haven't typed out my second message yet he's going "TYPE". it was funny but it was so weird because it almost felt as if he knew it was happening right there and then.

i continue with like "you know how i'm moving soon" "to stockholm" "and i'll become a stockholmare" and he's like "yeah, you'll become swaggy" and then i just type out the entire question and i'm freaking out but i just go as quickly as possible over the keys so it'll be over:

"so i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a silly little date?"

i added the shy fingers emoji combo and like a looking down kinda sad/desparate i don't know emoji and he replies with like the emoji with a salute emoji and the same shy fingers and then a second message saying "hell yes" WHICH WAS SO RELIEVING OH MY GOD LIKE I DID THINK IT WOULD BE CRAZY IF HE DENIED AFTER HAVING TALKED FOR THIS LONG SO I WAS EXPECTING IT BUT LIKE HEARING IT AND IT BEING SO ENTHUSIASTIC WAS SO NICE!

we planned to go for drinks next weekend and now we've decided on friday and i'm literally shitting myself every moment ever right now. i'm so nervous. I'VE NEVER BEEN ON A DATE NOR HAD LIKE A THING WITH SOMEONE AND ACTUALLY MET UP NOR KISSED SOMEONE OR LIKE DONE ANYTHING! I'M GOING TO EMBARRASS MYSELF SO BAD!

hoping the drinks will help me out! love y'all! i'm gonna die!

sotw: kent - beskyddaren

[often-obsessed]

Yandere!Lysandre x reader Oneshot

AU Lysandre won

Lysandre surveyed his victory, the ultimate weapon was a success. Soon the world would forever keep its true beauty. The sky was a vibrant red, as if telling the world of the new change to come. If only someone else had seen it his way as well.

Rubble covered the once beautiful city. Houses turned over and inside out, with unfortunate victims inside.

He hoped you weren't among the greedy.

Team flare grunts ran to and fro in search of his lost treasure. He walked among the ruins, scattered glass cracking under his polished shoes.

Surprised cries and pleas for mercy rang out every now and then, soon cut short seconds later.

He wondered what you hoped to accomplish running away. Even if you did leave Kalos it was only a matter of time before team flare's influence spread to other regions. Still, he admired your stubbornness, it was one of your attractive qualities.

"Mr. Lysandre," a grunt swerved around the debris, careful to dodge any grime on the way. "we've found a lead on where our missing person might be!"

Lysandre grinned, he had thought it would take at least a few more days to find you. It seemed your bleeding heart wasn't  able to leave the citizens of Kalos in ruin. A pure heart indeed.

It was good to hear you were still nearby.

The sounds of struggle met his ears, souring his mood. Ah, now to deal with the person responsible for your disappearance.

She was covered in dust, the ugliness of her heart showing through in physical form. With every step his grunts took, dragging the thief closer, his blood boiled.

She had finally stopped squirming like the worm she was the second she caught sight of him. Instead putting on a false display of bravery.

He turned his nose up at her, not that it did much considering his height.

"You know why you're here, if you cooperate I'll spare you the fate of everyone else in kalos."

The woman glared at him, bearing her teeth like a wild pokemon. The hard way it was, not that he cared either way.

"As if I'd tell a monster like you!" She spat. "I'd die happy knowing you didn't get your disgusting hands on my friend! So go ahead do your worst!"

He balled his fists, challenge accepted.

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The small resistance in Kalos steadily grew. Organized by the few gym leaders left, kept a bit of hope that team flare could be beaten. Though this sentiment was among very few. With Lysandre's betrayal, less people were likely to trust any leadership. The desperation to stay alive and safety in numbers was the only thing keeping people from going at each others throats.

Furthermore with the size growth, food for all the survivors was becoming hard to find. There were too few pokemon to speed up growth the small garden your group had growing.

Between foraging berries to grow and fighting other pokemon for said berries, the worn out pokemon didn't have much energy left.

You and a few small groups were in charge of bringing food back to the base.

Which was what you were doing now.

You carefully maneuvered around the unstable rubble, slipping inside a crack in the wall in hopes of finding food.

"Find anything edible yet?" You nearly jumped out of your skin. You glared at your partner in crime. Hugo, known for his expertise in sneaking past the most observant of flare agents, sheepishly grinned at you.

"I was about to find out now."

You stared in into the darkness of the once beautiful home. Hopefully no pokemon resided inside. Ghost pokemon were becoming the norm for Kalos. No one spoke of it though.

You squeezed your way passed what would have been the living room to the kitchen. A few rattata hissed at you before scurrying into the darkness.

A few pieces of untouched bread and bruised berries. It wasn't much but at least the rattatas hadn't got to it.

"I found a few things to eat Hugo, we should head back now, not much sun left."

Hugo made a noise of approval.

You carefully crawled back through the opening, noticing Zoe, a middle-aged woman, had now rejoined you and Hugo.

She held a unnaturally small yamask to her chest in one hand, the other a small bag of hopefully food.

"Hey Zoe...found anything useful?"

Zoe graced you with an acknowledgement of your presence.

"Just found some empty water bottles, I'm pretty sure thats useful."

Hugo laughed.

"Well you guys did better than me, only found a bag of chips. I had to fight a skiddo for this."

Zoe sniffed "Yes, well lets go back, I'd prefer not to fight off hoards of ghost pokemon tonight."

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"Looks like I'm eating grass again. Foraging didn't go to well for anyone else." Hugo sighed, haphazardly throwing his bag in the small pile of collected goods.

"Come on Hugo, kids gotta eat too." You chirped.

"Well yeah but can't they go without food for one day? I'm risking my life everytime I go outside."

"If I find out you're stealing from children I'll break your arm. Eat some bark next time, maybe that will last longer."

"Well look who's gracing us with her words."

"You three!"

Ah Helena, an ex-secretary used to bossing everyone around, pointed a accusing finger at your group.

What now?

"The gym leaders would like a word with you guys." Helena held up a hand. " No I don't know what the subject is, but I expect it's important so hurry up."

You looked at Hugo who gave you a confused look. You shrugged, you were most likely getting in trouble for not meeting your quota. Zoe zipped past the two of you making a beedrill line for headquarters.

You trudged after her, you just wanted to lie in your bed and forget about today.

The headquarters was nothing fancy, just a small room located in the middle of the camp. You entered the cramped space, seeing what was left of the Kalos' league.

Grant, Korrina and Valerie sat at a small table, not one of them spoke.

It was still strange seeing so few gym leaders. Especially so solemn. The weight of their responsibility weighting down on them.

You cleared your throat, snapping the gym leaders out of their thoughts.

"You...wanted to see us?"

The three exchanged glances, their silent conversation going on a moment longer before they answered.

Grant spoke up.

"As you know, food has been getting harder to find."

Hugo snorted.

Grant continued.

"We can no longer sustain all the refugees we've been finding. But we do have some hope, we managed to contact the authorities in Hoenn. They're willing to help but they don't want to risk gaining Lysandre's attention. So we have come up with a plan."

Valerie spoke up this time.

"We decided to move small groups of people out of the camp just under the radar of team flare. Small boats have already begun to make their way here."

You brightened up, this was the best news you've heard since this hell started.

"So you want us to escort survivors to these boats?"

Grant closed his eyes.

"Not quite, we know of Lysandre's... Fixation with you. We realized we can use that to our advantage, to be blunt."

No this couldn't be, they weren't serious.

"So you just intend to use them as bait?! With everything they've done for you?! What kind of thanks is that!"

Hugo spoke up, fists balled at the gym leaders.

"This wasn't an option we wanted to use, but it's the only one we have. You all know what would happen if team flare found this place. We need to think of the civilians. We're not going to force you, but please think of what will happen if this war continues any longer."

"He has a point, how many people have to lose their lives to team flare."

Zoe muttered.

Your head spun, you wanted to yell at the gym leaders, the world and fate for all of this. But they were in the right, too many people were suffering. It would be selfish to think of yourself when you could do something to help.

You looked at the floor, you'd have to see Lysandre again.

"What is your plan?"

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The plan was simple, just lead team flare away from where the boats would land.

Drawing Lysandre's attention to you.

Zoe and Hugo insisted they accompany you, but with so few pokemon trainers they were needed to escort civilians.

It took you days to get in position, let it be known Kalos wasn't small.

The gravel crunched under your boots, as you sprinted across the rubble. You already set off the distraction, alerting a few team flare grunts in the area.

The chase had already began, shouts behind you got closer.

"They're over there!"

You slid down an incline. You should be able to lose them in the forest. Stay a day then you could circle back and jump on a boat. So far only grunts were chasing you, but it wouldn't be long before an admin was on your trail too.

Or worse.

You began to wheeze, your legs stumbled a bit. You must've been running on and off for an hour. You were too tired to even climb a tree. You slowed to a walk, you hadn't heard your pursuers in a while. There had to be some kind of inconspicuous shelter somewhere.

When had it gotten so quiet?

A twig snapped.

You whirled your head towards where you thought the noise came from.

Was it Lysandre? Your stomach flipped.

Nothing.

Well there was no way you were sticking around to find out. You began your jog again, legs wobbly on the rocky road.

Just think of the future, it will all be over soon.

 Suddenly the world turned upside down, literally. It soon registered that you were rolling down a hill. Pain shot up your leg. How had you not noticed? Were you really so tired you couldn't see straight?

You rolled, painful rocks hitting your body with every impact. You covered your face as best you could. Finally coming to a stop.

No one heard that right? You looked up as the steep, rocky edge stared back. It was a miracle you survived.

Your eyes strained to see any sign of life at the top of the incline. You thankfully did see any, but the dust disturbed from your fall floated lightly in the sky.

You slowly pushed yourself up ignoring the sharp pains all over. A searing pain shot up your hand causing you to fall on your butt. A long gash was cut on your palm covered in packed dirt.

You frowned, that obviously wasn't good. You'd have to find a river quick, it wasn't like you had any alcohol to wash it off with, or any healing pokemon.

You continued your escape.

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It was the middle of the night now, you  could hear team flare grunts in the distance. Most likely dealing with vengeful ghost pokemon. You shivered in the cold night air, at least you hoped it was cold air. Your hand burned as signs of infection started to show. You still hadn't found a source of water to wash your cut.

You had gently pulled off debris, flinching at the embedded pieces. Maybe it was best to turn back now. You had been out here long enough. You weren't about to die out here when freedom was so close.

Crap which way had you come? Climbing a tree would help.

Ah right, you hurt your hand. You watched a fireball in the distance.

Silver glinted in your peripheral vision, you gasped the rush of air burning in your lungs. You fell back whipping your head towards the danger. Your brain felt like it was a second behind.

Had they found you already? You didn't have any pokemon to aid you. Damn it! If only pokeballs were easy to come by!

"OOF!"

You lay on your back staring up at the bipedal pokemon, sharp blades shone in the moonlight. Yellow eyes watched your every move, daring you to try and stand.

You froze in terror, where had it come from? Was it wild? You moved your hand, only to stop short when it raised its hackles. Crap what could you do?

The thing had blades on its arms, you couldn't fight it off!

"H-hey I'm no threat to you buddy, just passing through."

Maybe it had babies somewhere?

Footsteps soon made there way over to you. Oh arceus was there more?

Bright green hair and glasses entered your vision. Oh great one of the fashion disaster sisters. Bryony stood above you, smirk and all.

"I have to say I really didn't think you would make it this far. Do you know my sisters and I made a bet on who could catch you first? Can't wait to rub this in their faces."

She slapped her hands on her thighs leaning over you with a cheshire grin.

"Wow you look awful," she glanced at your cut. "Yeah, that's probably infected. Bisharp carry our captive!"

Bisharp obeyed, you couldn't manage the strength to fight it off.

"You made Lysandre pretty upset when you ran off, leaving him all by his lonesome. If he didn't want you back alive I would have had bisharp slit your throat. No one upsets the boss."

You gulped. You watched Bryony speak into a device most likely calling backup.

You shivered again much violently than the last time, bisharp's cold metal body wasn't helping.

"Hey don't pass out on me now!"

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The feeling of your hand being rubbed soon woke you up, it felt nice, like a soothing balm after everything that happened.

Oh arceus.

Who was touching you?

"Calm down my heart you're causing the monitor to sky rocket."

You slowly opened your eyes, your vision too blurry the make out anything. One bright orange blob sat to the side of you, it didn't take a genius to guess who it was.

Lysandre rubbed your injured hand, you suddenly wished you could cut it off.

The blobs slowly started to turn into definable shapes. Showing off a pristine white room, as if a speck of dust had never touched it. You looked at the heart monitor then the IV hooked to your arm. Soft blankets touched your skin, you never realized how much you missed soft blankets. You felt a bit guilty using all of this equipment, it could have saved so many lives.

So many lives that had been taken.

Your hand was given a small squeeze, grounding you back to reality. You stared at your uninjured hand instead, whatever rebellion you could do, you would. You refused to look at the man who ruined your life. Ruined all of Kalos' life.

Lysandre sighed.

You felt him peck your hand, a little longer than you liked.

"My heart please, this rebellion has gone far enough. Look what has happened to you out there."

You grit your teeth as you slowly gained your sight. Lysandre looked at you with concern, tears threaten to leave his eyes. To watch this man act as if he was actually suffering was nauseating. How many people had you watch suffer from starvation and injury because of him.

"It was better for me out there, my friends had my back."

"Yet you came to me half dead, what would have happened if Bryony hadn't found you? She told me no one was around, some friends."

Lysandre rose, towering over you like the giant he was, eyes blazing.

"Don't talk about them that way! They've helped me out more than you ever have!"

Lysandre bared his teeth staring you down like an angry pyroar.

"Well one of your 'friends' spilled everything after only a day dear."

Your breath hitched, that couldn't be true. No it couldn't he was just trying to break you down that's all.

"You lie."

"Pomace Mountain, with the greedy people you were staying with dug tunnels throughout the rock. I wasn't expecting to find so many survivors."

Your stomach dropped, no that wasn't possible. It felt as if the world was spinning. You failed, all those people were dead because of you. Hugo and Zoe.

You heard a sigh before Lysandre held your hand again, Soothing motions resuming.

"It was a necessary evil, for a better future."

You ignored the man next to you as numbness washed over you.

In the distance two yamask floated across the horizon.

[urmommies--girl]

for a request maybe just your a friend to the marauders and kinda act like their mom, but then what u get sick they all step in to take care of u/make u feel better - just pure fluff lol

Sick days

A/n: I’m so sorry it took me so long to get back to you, sweetheart! I’m still kinda getting back into writing but I hope you enjoy this adorable fic that made me feel more single then before <3

Warnings: Sick!reader x marauders, vomiting and nausea, mentions of food and eating, too much fluff, petnames in a platonic way, naked reader and Sirius but no smut, manhandling?

Words: 1.3k

You were always know as the ‘mom’ of the Marauders, being the only partially responsible out of the group.

Your role in the group meant you always cleaned up after the boys antics, help them with late assignments and care for them when they get sick.

However, on this unfortunate day you were the one to get sick.

The boys first noticed your absence when you hadn’t made it to your first class and then Remus had noticed when you showed up late and looking more weary than usual.

As you sat beside Remus for Potions he cast you a concerned glance as your eyes seemed unfocused and you had a light sniffle, “You ok, bunny? You don’t look well.” He whispered, placing his hand on your forehead, you had no energy to protest but just groaned softly and tried your best to swat him away.

Remus frowned, “You have a temperature.” He noted, you placed your head on the table and continued to ignore him and the lesson, determined to get through the day.

When potions ended, you gathered your things before standing up along with the other students, unfortunately when you stood, a wave of dizziness and nausea overcame you, you reached out to stabilise yourself on the table but a lump rose in your throat before you threw up into the cauldron you were previously using for the ‘Befuddlement Draught’.

Remus was quick to rush to your aid as he held your hair back while you continued to cough and splutter up yesterdays dinner into the cauldron.

“I don’t feel too good, Remmy.” You admitted which caused Remus to chuckle lightly as he thought you were making a sarcastic joke, you clutched his arm tightly, “I’m serious-“ You were cut off by the same feeling rising as you leant over the cauldron again.

Surrounding students had gathered with grimaces on their faces before Slughorn dismissed them all, except for Remus who was still holding your hair back.

When you finished vomiting in the cauldron the same dizziness came back, however it was far worse this time as you collapsed into pitch black.

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You blink your eyes open to see the plain roof of the infirmary, you looked around and saw the sun was slowly going down.

“Y/n!” A voice that you recognised to be Sirius’s came from across the room, you groaned softly as you turned over to see him and James running towards you, you gave a soft smile and tried to sit up.

“Don’t get up. Madame Pompfrey said you needed to rest.” James insisted, laying you back on the bed.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you reached a hand up to touch a small cut above James’s eyebrow that was still seemingly fresh, you pouted and pulled away, “James. What did you do?” You glared, he shrugged awkwardly, “He fell off a broom.” Sirius informed carelessly causing James to elbow him, “Don’t tell her that you, dunce! You know how she worries.”

“Someone has to worry for you idiots. Now let me patch it up.” You tried to sit up again and this time the boys didn’t stop you, knowing you would argue until you got your way.

You coughed slightly and James held a cup of water up to your lips for you to drink, you sipped on it before swallowing and looking at Sirius, “There should be some bandaids in my bag.” You wiped your lips and pointed to the satchel on the floor.

The raven-haired boy bent down and rummaged through the satchel before pulling out a packet of bandaids, he placed the box in your hands and you opened it carefully.

“You have several choices; I have princess ones, pirate ones, cat ones- actually no those are my favourite.” You corrected as you searched through the box, “I have pink dolphins or blue dolphins, Peppa pig, Yoda, Hello Kitty, Disney Princesses and…..Avengers.”

Your list ended and both boys began to laugh loudly, “Quite the collection you got there, princess.” James mocked, you glared at him, “Pick a bandaid, Potter. Or I’ll let you bleed out.” You threatened.

“From this little cut? Not sure that’s possible, sweets.” You wanted to slap him but the thought of it being a waist of bandaids made you reconsider, “Princesses.” James finally said causing you to sigh in satisfaction.

“Wasn’t so hard now was it?” You mumbled, taking out the bandaid and plastering it to the cut.

You lay back against the pillows and smiled proudly at your work, “You look ravishing, darling.” Sirius teased the younger boy, James flicked his hair back and you giggled in amusement, just as the boys had planned.

But your laughter quickly ceased at the smell of food wafting down the corridor, you felt bile rise in your throat as you leant over the bed and vomited again, thanks to James’s quick reflex’s he managed to shift the bucket from one side of the bed to the other before the vomit hit the floor.

Sirius took a hair-tie from his wrist and helped to tie your hair back while comfortingly patting your back.

“Let it all out, princess. That’s it.” He cooed, continuing to rub your back as James held the bucket.

Footsteps alerted you all of another presence in the room but neither of the boys looked up, too focused on coaxing you through the sick spell rather then talking to whoever was standing by the bed.

Eventually your vomiting ceased and you sat back in the bed once more as a new hand reached to give you water.

“Remmy.” You looked up wearily to see the scarred face looking back at you sympathetically, “I brought you something in case you were hungry.” He told, his words made you scrunch up your nose as you shook your head vigorously.

“I don’t feel like eating.” You grimaced, taking the bucket from James to spit in so the unpleasant taste of yesterdays meal was clean from your mouth.

Each of the boys looked slightly concerned but understood since you would probably regurgitate it mere moments after consuming it.

Sirius patted your back gently before noticing as Madame Pompfrey entered the clinic again, “Oh, you’re up. Wonderful. How are you feeling?” She asked, you shrugged, “Just peachy.” A grimace spread across your lips once more, the woman frowned slightly before moving closer.

“I’m afraid the boys must be going back to their dorms for the night but you may accompany them if you do not wish to spend the night on your own.” Her words sent a slight moment of excitement through you, “Really?”, she nodded in response, “But you must be consistent in taking your medicine every 4-5 hours. Lupin, can I trust you to make sure she takes it?” She turned to Remus who nodded quickly, “Of course, Madame Pomprey.” He replied with impeccable manners.

The nurse nodded before handing the bottle of medicine to Remus, “Very well. Come back if you feel too unwell, Miss Y/L/N.” And with that she left you alone with the boys.

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The three boys helped you back to your room, James insisting on carrying you with Remus and Sirius in short trail behind you with the collection of your things.

You were set down at the foot of Sirius’s bed as your stuff was placed neatly beside you.

“Do you guys mind if I use your shower?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper, “Not at all, sweetheart. Do you want us to run you a bath or just a shower?” Remus hummed, “Maybe a bath…?” You thought about the calming feeling of the water around you.

Remus nodded and went to walk to the bathroom but Sirius was already a step ahead of him- a few steps actually. Before you even got your answer out he was on his way to the bathroom to prepare the tub.

You smiled softly at the gesture, “You guys are the best.” You admitted, “We know, love. We know.” James sighed as if it was such a difficult task, you rolled your eyes at his cockiness before sitting on the bed.

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You guessed you dozed off pretty quickly because the next thing you knew, Sirius was gently shaking you awake, “Your bath is done, puppy.” He whispered, the nickname making you smile as you went to roll over again before sitting up.

“Can you join me? I just don’t have the energy to wash myself.” You asked softly.

The boys had seen you naked many times as well as you had them, so it wasn’t an uncomfortable topic for any of you.

“Course I can, love.” Sirius pecked your forehead before helping your stand and walking you to the bathroom.

You stripped yourself of your uncomfortable uniform before slipping into the water, it wasn’t hot but it wasn’t cold either, more room temperature and perfect for your indecisive fever.

Sirius slipped into the water behind you and you immediately leant your head back against him, “Thank you.” You breathed as you felt his hands begin to wash your body.

A smile creeped onto his lips as he kissed your forehead, “Not a problem, pup. You’ve done this for us countless times so it’s only fair we return the favour.”, You nodded softly in response as your eyes closed and you adjusted to the feeling of Sirius’s hands on you.

You weren’t asleep but you sure as hell were tired so when Sirius nudged you to dip your head underwater you did so reluctantly, irrationally fearful of the slight possibility that you’d fall asleep underwater.

The smell of soap filled your nostrils and it wasn’t necessarily a strong smell that made you want to throw up again but a smell that still left you feeling slightly lightheaded.

Sirius washed the soap of you as quickly as possible, seemingly having noticed your negative reaction to the scent.

When you finally opened your eyes you were met with the sight of James holding out a towel open as Remus and Sirius helped you up, your teeth began to chatter at the unfamiliar cold air as James quickly wrapped you in the soft towel.

“I can’t believe I’m freezing in the middle of summer.” You grumbled, “You’ve got a fever, love. M’afraid that’s what happens.” Remus said, handing Sirius his own towel.

You huffed as you walked back to the bedroom, finding some of James old boxers and one of Remus’s tops that you’d altered for your own use.

“Where do you want to sleep-“, it was a usual dilemma you had when you’d spend the night in the boys dorm but tonight you didn’t care and flopped down onto the nearest bed, which happened to be Sirius’s, “Okay then….” Remus finished, walking back to his own bed.

You curled up under the blankets only to kick them off momentarily, “S’too hot!” You exclaimed, Sirius quickly shushed you as it was past lights out and you would have been the only ones awake.

“You gotta take your medicine before you go to bed, poppet.” Remus encouraged, taking the bottle out from his pocket and sitting beside you, a look of disgust made it’s way to your’s and Sirius’s faces as the strong and unsettling scent made its way to both of your noses.

“I’m not taking that.” You shook your head, Remus sighed and looked at James who understood.

He sat next to you and grabbed your jaw to hold your mouth open, a sound of protest escaped your lips as Remus quickly measured the dose before placing it in your mouth.

The taste was far too sweet but far too bitter at the same time, James held your jaw shut as you continued to protest, “Swallow it.” He demanded but it came out as sort of a whine, you scowled but swallowed it, only to be met with the same gagging feeling from before.

Sirius quickly grabbed the bucket as James let you go but you took a deep breath and managed to push the contents back into your stomach, “I’m ok.” You assured, reaching for a glass of water.

They all let out a sigh of relief that the vomiting had seemingly stopped or was at least more controlled now.

“Get some rest, petal. We’ll take you back to the infirmary tomorrow to make sure you’re ok.” Remus cooed, you nodded at sat back against the pillows as you decided to sleep on top of the covers.

Sirius curled up behind you which set you at the perfect temperature while the other boys climbed into their own beds to prepare to sleep.

“Thank you.” You murmured, loud enough for only Sirius to hear, he kissed your cheek before tightening his grip, “Go to sleep, stupid.” He whispered cheekily, causing you to smile but obey.

Gosh you loved them.

[sof-writes]

consequences ; shin yuna

Anonymous asked: bratty!yuna as y/n’s younger girlfriend that gets needy when y/n is at work so she sexts her 😻

content warning: not very descriptive but still nsfw! profanity, kinda sexting ig, implied masturbation, (verbal) degradation

word count: 1349

a/n: okay so short note here, I originally planned on making this a full fic. however, I got distracted halfway and decided that I could leave some room for your own 🌈 imaginations 🌈

You yawned behind your hand for the seventh time in a little over thirty minutes as your team lead kept on rambling about the roadmap for the upcoming quarters.

Some people really love hearing themselves talk and judging by the looks on your colleagues' faces, you weren't the only one thinking this meeting should've been an email instead.

You sighed audibly before peeking at your phone, which was on your lap under the long meeting table. Good thing you were sitting towards the end and your team lead only had eyes for his awfully messy Powerpoint-presentation.

[Messages] 10 new messages from princess ♡

Another sigh. It seemed like you really couldn't leave your girlfriend at home by herself... What the hell could it be this time?

With a swift movement of your thumb, you carelessly unlocked your phone, expecting something along the lines of 'How does the rice cooker work?' or 'Can I use shampoo for cleaning the windows as well?' However, you were met with something completely different.

[princess ♡ at 16:04] ugh I'm so lonely and bored whenever you're not working from home...

[princess ♡ at 16:07] also very needy

[princess ♡ at 16:23] baaabe can't you just come home sick or something? please? I promise I'll make it worth it

[princess ♡ at 16:44] don't ignore me :(

[princess ♡ at 16:44] [sent a picture]

You had never locked your screen so fucking fast. Your head shot up, quickly peeking at your colleagues next to you, who both seemed to be zoning out. Emotionless eyes focused on the big television screen at the other end of the meeting room. Thank God.

Even though you had only looked at the picture for a split second, the image was engraved in your mind. Your beautiful girlfriend in front of the mirror with only the very minimal hot pink lingerie you bought her recently covering her most private parts. It wasn't necessarily the clothes, or the lack thereof, that drove you wild. No, it was that look on her face. That bratty smile. Challenging eyes. An expression that screamed 'Fuck me so hard I don't even remember my own name anymore'.

Now you weren't necessarily a disobedient employee, but you had to leave this meeting room for a bit, far too curious about the remaining 5 messages.

Without making too much noise, you excused yourself. Mumbling a generic apology along the lines of "Sorry, have to make a call" to your coworkers, after which they gave you an understanding nod.

As soon as you closed the door of the meeting room behind you, you unlocked your phone again.

[princess ♡ at 17:48] last chance...

[princess ♡ at 17:55] 3

[princess ♡ at 17:55] 2 🥺

[princess ♡ at 17:55] 1

[princess ♡ at 18:01] ok fine I'll do it myself

Your eyes shot up to look at the time. 18:09. Shit. Without any hesitation, you tapped the voice call icon, hurriedly making your way to one of the call booths as the phone rang.

Just as you were checking if you properly closed the door, your call got answered. You turned up the volume and pressed the phone closer to your ear.

The blood rushed to your veins as your ear started picking up the sounds coming from the other side. Soft moans and ragged breaths accompanied by a low vibrating sound in the background. Without even realising, you clenched your free hand into a fist.

"Shin Yuna" you spat, praying the soundproof call booths were actually soundproof. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"A-ah" the sound of her moans slightly distorted due to the phone speaker "Fucking myself so good" she spoke between ragged breaths "So... Go–"

You didn't want to hear any of it "Fucking slut!" you yelled, slamming your fist against the soft wall of the booth "I can't even leave you alone for 9 fucking hours?!"

She ignored your words, no sorry, no begging for forgiveness, no nothing. The vibrating sound in the background got louder, and so did her moans.

"Please" she moaned, as if it was you satisfying her "I'm gonna cu–"

"If you cum, you're gonna regret it" you cut her off "I'm gonna make you regret it so bad" your jaw started to hurt from clenching it together, but it was the only way you could somewhat keep your composure right now.

A soft click was heard, you assumed it was her lowering the intensity of her vibrator "Oh yeah?" she asked, as if challenging you "What are you– ah" her sentence randomly interrupted by a high pitched moan "gonna do to me?"

The fucking nerve. What the hell was she thinking? That you were gonna dirty talk her to an orgasm while at the damn office of all places? This whole situation didn't even turn you on. It just infuriated you beyond limits.

"Are you gonna fuck me so..." the click again, seemingly intensity up this time "So hard" judging by the whiny moans, she was incredibly close. "So hard" she repeated breathlessly "Just how I– fuck like it"

At this point, you couldn't even think straight anymore. Honestly, you just wanted to smash your phone through the glass of the booth. Kick in the door. Anything to get rid of your anger really.

"Don't fucking talk back to me like that you fucking brat" you raised your voice again, but based on the sounds coming from the other side, you were too late.

A long moan was heard and as if that was your cue, you ended the call, furiously rushing towards your assigned desk to pack your stuff and leave, the roadmap meeting long forgotten.

The closer you got to the front door, the bigger your steps got. Your thumb turning white from all the pressure you put as you typed in the 4 digit passcode.

You kicked off your shoes and threw your bag down just behind the door. Five more steps and you stood eye to eye with Yuna.

There she sat, curled up on the couch wearing one of your oversized t-shirts, the position she was in revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Seemingly innocent eyes looking straight up at you as your eyes briefly scanned her figure.

"I forgot about your roadmap meeting" she broke the silence, her voice sweet and high-pitched "How was it?" her arms wrapped around her legs as she adverted her gaze towards the tv screen. Anyone else would've probably missed the slight smile that formed around the corners of her mouth, but you didn't. She knew exactly what she was doing.

You walked up to her, your hand grabbing a fist full of fabric around the collar of her t-shirt, forcing her to get up "Are you that fucking desperate?" you scoffed, tightening the grip on her collar.

Her eyes widened, supposedly in shock, but you knew damn well it was part of her act, just like the excuse that was going to follow. "Sorry, I just wanted to–"

"To get fucked like a little slut, right?" you used your free hand to force her face up "Fuck it's so insanely annoying how you act like a princess in public but you turn into some sex deprived bitch in private"

You could see her biting down on her cheek, probably keeping herself from making any further comments. She knew she reached the point where she wanted you already, so it was pointless anyway.

You loosened your grip on her collar just to tighten the one on her chin. "I'll be back in 5" you said, forcing your thumb into her mouth, causing her to whimper "When I come back, I expect you to be ready on the couch"

After a few seconds of silence, your thumb left her mouth with a soft pop. You didn't miss how her eyes lit up with excitement right before you turned around.

Defeat. As usual, you had lost this never ending mind game between the two of you... Not like there truly were any losers though.

[miekasa]

Roommate Au with Eren. That’s it.

No no no no because I’ve thought about this extensively, and I actually believe he’d be a pretty good roommate (or at the very least, he means well most of the time, even if he is slightly annoying in his methods LMAO).

He… is not the best cook in the world, and he knows that. He can make about 2.5 dishes properly: spaghetti and [frozen] meatballs, a grilled cheese maybe with bacon if he’s feeling up to challenge, and a soup that his mom used to make for him as a kid whenever he got sick.

So, you’re gonna have to handle the majority of the cooking, BUT the good news is that Eren will do the dishes as a thanks for sharing with him and not letting him starve and/or live off of UberEats credits.

His favorite rooms in the house are the living room and your room. Not his room, not the bathroom, not the kitchen—your room. Why? Because you’re in there, duh, and it’s not his so that makes it that much better.

Eats your leftovers in the fridge unless you put a note on them. Sometimes, he’ll still eat it if he’s hungry enough or in a rush, and you’ll come home to an empty fridge, but there’ll be a new note on top of a $20 bill that says “Sorry I ate your pad thai :( you can buy some more tho (and get me some too hehe)”

If you’re just lazing around in your room for an extended amount of time, Eren will just come in and. Flop down on your bed—maybe even on top of you—and whine about how he’s bored and how you’re being boring and how you should entertain and hang out with him instead.

Claims your room is comfier than his room, so of course he’s gonna wanna be in there. He’ll literally lay and sit on the floor and watch a whole ass movie on his phone in your room, just because.

If you have or collect stuffed animals or Squishmallows or anything of the sort, he always giggles at them, but thinks they’re super cute. And when he’s out without you and sees some, he sends you a picture of them and asks if you want any, and he’ll buy them for you.

He gets you very… involved? if that makes sense. He likes to do things with you and hang out with you—he doesn’t wanna live with some stranger, so if you’re rooming with him, prepare to become friends very quickly.

Eren’s a bit of an… outgoing introvert? not-so-social extrovert? something like that in my book lmfao, so he knows what it’s like to just wanna sit in your room for days on end; but he also knows there’s a limit to how good/restorative that can be, and when it can become an issue.

That being said, if you’re having an extended depressive and/or introverty episode, Eren will shake you out of it. Literally. He will burst into your room, and grab you and probably toss you over his shoulder to get you physically moving, all while yelling about plans he made for the two of you.

Drags you with him to the grocery store, under the claim that he needs help “picking out the good apples,” when really he just wants to get you out of the house, and spend some time with you.

Once again, will use the method of flopping on top of you and/or draping himself over you like, “Hey, so what time do you think we should leave for dinner, I’m thinking around 8?” “What—did we have dinner plans, Eren?” “We do now! So, I’m thinking tacos, what do you think!!”

His personal favorite way to get you up and moving is to ask you to do his hair for him. Gives you his best puppy dog eyes, and pulls at your wrist until you comply, then he sits down criss-cross applesauce right in the middle of your bed, and waits for you to work your magic. Purposely acts a bit difficult just to bring out your feisty side and have you fight back against him.

He’ll legit. Build you a whole ass pc and gaming setup just for you to play games with him. He’s dedicated, that’s for sure. (That won’t stop him from absolutely crushing you from time to time).

He likes to bother you (affectionate). Pushes you over when you’re sitting down on the couch, shoves your phone when you’re holding it so it falls on your face, presses his cold water bottle on the back of your neck and then runs away. Like a child.

He always takes out the trash, especially if it’s late at night, except he always forgets about the 239725 water bottles he’s got piled up in his room and around the living room, so you’ve always gotta take out an extra bag of recycling the following morning.

Your skincare is his skincare <2

Makes you go out with him when he makes plans with his friends, but only ever tells you about it maybe an hour beforehand via text.

yeager: hey jean and marco are having a lil kickback thing at their place so i'm coming to pick u up be ready in like 30 mins

yeager: oh also bring the bottle of vodka in the kitchen kirsten is always stingy with the good stuff 🙄

you: ok and who asked ME if i wanna kickback with jean and marco and co?????

yeager: nobody!! i’m just telling u to get dressed!! love u ill be there soon 🥳🥳

He starts doing his laundry whenever you do yours. Partially to annoy you, partially because it’s somewhat more efficient that way, and partially because he’s watching you like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t mess up his own clothes lmfao

He’ll roll weed for you only if you promise to share a joint with him, and don’t flake!! He’ll catch you in your sleep if you flake, he knows where you live.

When you both come home kinda drunk after a night out, he always dramatically tells you goodnight and to “get home safe,” even though “getting home safe” means walking from the living room down the hall to your room.

Tells everyone you’re the best roomie anyone could ask for, and does a not so humble brag about all his favorite roommate qualities that you exude.

If he has a little crush on you, he’ll try not to make it obvious; and truthfully, he doesn’t act all that different, except now maybe he finds more excuses to touch you and tries to up the romance when you two “hang out” together.

He starts looking (staring) at you more, and is always embarrassed if you ever catch him. I don’t think that he would ever tell you unless he was 120% sure you liked him back, because that would lead to a really awkward living situation if you rejected him, or if he made you uncomfortable with his feelings.

But if you do like him back, once again, few things will change: it’s just that now, he’ll sneak into your room in the middle of the night for cuddles, and you’ll get a kiss on the forehead for cooking him dinner <3

[superhero--imagines]

Part 2 Here! / Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here!

A/N: not superhero themed. I just read midnight sun and had this idea and I don’t feel like making another blog so.... hope you like twilight lol

There will be a part two, and just a reminder, I’m still looking for beta readers so DM if you’re interested!

* It probably starts with you reading midnight sun, you remember reading the books/watching the movies when you were younger.

* Man, you really forgot how bad this book was. The writing itself is good, but the plot...

* It’s like everything revolves around Bella, everything is created for her.

* You almost feel bad for the other characters

* Well, whatever, you’ll finish the rest of the book tomorrow and never think about that awful franchise again.

* When you wake up you feel an ache in your head. But you didn’t drink last night, maybe you’re dehydrated

* You shift, noting the smooth silk of the covers. Now you’re alarmed.

* You don’t have silk sheets

* You see a mirror in the corner of the room, and rush over

* The face that looks back at you is different then yours

* It’s the same in some ways, but different all the same

* The curve of your nose is slightly off, your lips are thinner, eyes a little closer together.

* The memories begin to flood in, in this world you were on a graduation trip with your parents, you got an all inclusive package. Three days of sightseeing in Volterra.

* You got sick on the last day, when you were signed for a tour of the castle, your parents went without you

* That was the last you saw of them

* You dumbly followed, asking question where you shouldn’t. And ended up at the volturi’s door

* Aro had grasped your hand to see how much you knew, only too see nothing. Likewise Jane’s powers did not work as well

* They were astounded by this, it appears this was several years before Bella was introduced to the story

* And so, you became a prisoner of the tower

* Your soul must have been in this body for quite some time, but you’ve only remembered now, that’s the only explanation for why their powers didn’t work on you. Your consciousness is not of this world.

* There’s a short knock on your door

* “Are you decent?”

* You call back and Alec pops his head in.

* “Ready to go to the library?”

* He looks so kind. The boyish grin that stretched across his face as you shook your head.

* It was in direct contrast to the sadistic personality you had become accustomed to in the books

* “I need a few more minutes”

* You half expect him to lash out at you for being slow. By he only nods, closing the door and waiting outside for you to finish.

* He was you friend. You realized

* He IS your friend

* You think back as you turn on the faucet. He didn’t like you at first, being assigned to guard a human was insulting

* But he started to warm up to you once he heard you play the piano

* This body was quite used to the ivory keys. And so you charmed him as best you could, half for your survival, because the happier you kept him the less likely he was to kill you.

* And half because- you were so lonely, the Loneliness echoed in this body like an ache. Suddenly an orphan, in a continent where you knew no one. All you had was this boy.

* How long have you been here? You kept a talley at one point, but abandoned it after the thirtieth day. What was the point? You would either die or become one of them

* A shiver erupts through at the thought, in your past life you were a vegetarian, you didn’t relish in the idea of killing something alive and moving.

* You pull on a sweatshirt, ripping of the chanel tag. They bought you the nicest things money could buy, the most lavish food you could have.

* They did the same thing with the tourists they lured, keeping them happy and well fed, the same way the cows that became wagyu beef might be cared for. That way when it came time to slaughter, the meal was that much more delicious.

* You suspected this was similar, that should you be an unnecessary addition, you would make a meal suitable for their palette

* Alec basically talks your ear off the entire way to the Volturi library, mostly about literature

* “What are your thoughts on Anna Kerenina?”

* “That the patriarchy needs to be burned to the ground.”

* “That is.... valid”

* He even talks when you’re at the library, much to the annoyance of a few of the other patrons

* “Which book are you looking for now?”

* You stop mid motion on the ladder and turn to look at him. His ruby eyes glowing, he looks bloated. Like he’s fed too much.

* “Alec, why are we friends?”

* You really should keep your mouth shut. Alec was the only real ally you had, you shouldn’t say anything that might put him off

* And yet, it unnerved you, because the Alec in front of you was a very different character then the one you had come to see.

* He looks at you like you hung the moon,

* “Because you’re the most interesting human in the world”

* You burst out laughing, earning several glares.

* “I-I’m sorry Alec, but I’m not, I’m just the most interesting human you KNOW, there’s way more people who are more interesting than me.”

* You expect to see him offended, and he does, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes

* “I’m not so sure about that”

* The days creep by, reading books, eating snacks, it’s nice

* You learn, that Alec hasn’t talked to a human in a very long time. Outside of the screams he heard after devouring one.

* He hasn’t been outside the castle walls in many years, possibly a century.

* “What’s the best part of the human world?” He asked you once

* It’s the 90’s, so smartphones haven’t been invented yet.

* “One tree hill and friends”

* “Well you have a friend right here”

* “No friends the show”

* “The what?”

* And that’s how you got Alec hooked onto cable television

* Who knew the cure to vampire- sadism was a healthy dose of Jennifer Aniston fumbling about on screen

* “Is this what life is like?”

* You shrug, it was what college had been like for you in your past life.

* “It’s kinda what schools like, but i never got to be on my own”

* This body was only 18 after all.

* Alec doesn’t say anything, but his expression falters

* Alec’s only now starting to understand the life you will be denied once Aro decides when to turn you

* Jane joins later

* One day when you and Alec are lazing around the library when she appears, she says nothing, just sits down next to Alec and reads a book

* You’re sure they hear the uneven thumping of your heart as you turn back to your book. Her power doesn’t work on you, you remind yourself

* Not that she even needs it, she could snap you apart like a Kit Kat bar

* And if it came down to it, you’re sure Alec would let her, he might like you but his loyalty’s always remained with his sister

* “So... you watch human television together?” Her bright red eyes flickered from Alec to you.

* You nodded, never sure what exactly it was that would set Jane off

* You had seen enough in the books to know her moods were compatible at best.

* “I would...like to join” she awkwardly looking away, and you were sure if she could, she would be blushing.

* Honestly it’s kind of cute.

* “Sure, the more the merrier”

* And that’s how you basically adopted the sadist twins

* It’s a little harder to get Jane to open up, but once you make a comment about how Phoebe was the best character in friends, she starts to open up

* “Humans are cruel, even when they’re kind it’s only because they want something from you.”

* “Is that what you think about me? That I’m only nice to you because I want something?” she meets your eyes for a few minutes before turning away

* “I’m not sure”

* You understand very gradually why they’re so twisted

* They’d been treated terribly during their human life, in every kind act lingered a dark shadow, in even minor misunderstanding the image of a monster

* Their centuries in the Volturi didn’t help. Under Aro’s ruthless tutelage, and Caius’s sadistic tendencies, They had no one they could trust but each other.

* They were only surviving just as you were

* “Sometimes I wonder how much of my loyalty is real, and how much of it is Chelsea.” She whispers one day, so quietly you barley hear it

* You rest your hand on hers, it’s the only comfort you could think to offer

* When Jane grasps your hand in hers, she breaks every bone in your hand

* She doesn’t understand the pained screams or your mangled hand fit a second, and then she realizes what she did

* Alarmed she carries you halfway around the castle screeching for someone to help

* You pass out from the pain, when you come to you’re in your bed, a very cold hand holding your own

* “How are you feeling?” You don’t recognize this vampire, but you don’t really know anyone outside of Alec and Jane.

* You feel light headed, a warm feeling washing over you, you must be on some strong drugs

* “My body’s still grieving, but my mind is sharp.”

* It’s incoherent at best, but there’s truth to it, your body is still grieving for your parents and the life you’ve lost, but your otherworldly mind is ten steps ahead, cross referencing every action.

* The man offers a short chuckle

* “You really did a number on your hand. I’ve done what I can but...”

* You look down to your hand, half surprised by the bright yellow cast encasing it

* You had figured you would wake up to be a vampire, it just made sense, these were unfamiliar human aches to them after all and vampirism was a simple and effective cure

* They must want something from you, if they’re keeping you human

* You suspect it’s something along the lines of how they waited until Jane and Alec were burning at the stake to save them, so their power would be that much more potent

* Maybe they’re doing the opposite with you, trying to make you as happy as possible to see what effect it has on your ability

* It’s too bad you don’t have one

* “Thank you for your hard work.” You mumble, being human for a little bit longer is well worth the pain.

* “How did you break your hand?”

* “I held Janes’ hand”

* Your doctor let’s out a short laugh

* “That sounds about right”

* You smile, it does sound right, of course you would break your hand that way

* The conversation flows naturally after that, you talk about all sorts of things

* “You think vampires have souls?” He quirks an eyebrow

* “I’m of the opinion that a soul is something you create through hardship and struggle, being able to live longer means that you have more opportunities to have the experiences that result in a soul”

* “That’s an intriguing notion, I wish I had brought my son with me.”

* You’re about to ask about his son, when you’re interrupted by the door swimming open

* “I heard you were awake, are you alright?” Alec rushes in, his eyes frantic

* “Yeah these drugs are top notch” you press the button that releases the pain killers and let out a giggle

* “Is that alright? Humans are awfully sensitive.” Jane pipes up from behind Alec, you hadn’t noticed her in your haze.

* Your doctor chuckles

* “I’m aware,” he’s smiling but it’s strained

* “What’s wrong?” You ask, he was so calm until a second ago, he doesn’t answer you

* “I’ll give you three a moment.”

* You only register he’s gone when you hear the door close

* The twins rush over to you, Jane is kneeled by your side, while Alec hovers over you

* “I-I’m sorry I hurt you, I forgot-I didn’t remember.” You we’re sure Jane would be crying if she could

* “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” You raise your cast encased hand and give her a gentle pat on the head. “From now on, physical signs of affection will just be one sided.” You joke, which makes Jane grin

* “I’ll practice with some animals before I try touching you again”

* The three of you chat for a bit, they’re both surprised by your cast and ask several questions about its “primary function”

* “I didn’t know there was a doctor here” you murmur, feeling drowsy

* “Carlisle’s not with the Volturi, he’s from another coven in the new world.”

* Your drowsiness flies away in a second

* “That was Carlisle?”

* Jane looks somewhat confused but nods.

* A flutter of hope erupts in your chest, it’s so strong even your grief stricken body feels it

* You might have a chance. It’s slim, Carlisle has a family he loves and needs to protect. But still, they were strangers once too. No different than you.

* It’s a way out of here

* The next few days follow in a drugged haze, Alec and Jane visit every so often, and Carlisle engages you in occasional conversation while checking progress on your hand

* “Why are your eyes gold?” You know, but well, you need him to believe the lie

* “It’s a bit of a long story” he says with a wary smile.

* “I’m not going anywhere”

* He sighs, a genuine smile encompassing his face as he recounts the tale.

* Even though you’ve already heard it all before, it still makes you cry

* Even in the haze, you know something’s.... off

* There’s something about the way Alec won’t meet your eyes when he talks to you, and the uneasy weight that lingers in the air whenever someone else is in the room

* On the third day, it’s Aro who visits you, Alec and Carlisle in tow behind him.

* “Oh my, all that internal bleeding, how awful”

* Even you can feel the insincerity, but it’s the first you heard about internal bleeding

* So that explains it, the drugs and the aches all along your body, it wasn’t just your hand, you were dying

* “Don’t worry, we’ll save you” Aro’s smile is cruel “won’t we Alec?”

* Alec looks afraid, almost pained, but he nods

* Ah, so this was punishment for Alec too. Until that moment, when Jane broke your hand, Aro must have been ignorant to how close the three of you had gotten.

* You close your eyes, you knew this would happen eventually. There were only two ending to this story, and it seemed one had finally been picked

* You feel a pinch on your neck, right above your collar bone, no worse than a flue shot.

* You wait for the pain, the vivid screams you remember from the books and movies, but it never comes.

* Instead it’s just a warm numbness that spreads across your neck and left shoulder.

* “It doesn’t hurt” you murmur, you feel a cold hand rest against your forehead, Alex’s hand.

* It’s so gentle, he must have practiced on some animals first, you think.

* “No the pain comes later.”

* And so you drift into inky black unconsciousness, the last sleep of your human life in this world.

* You dream that you’re sitting at the bottom of a tree, a fig tree, like the one Sylvia Plath wrote about

* Each fig a different path, half of them have already fallen off, dark, as they rot at your feet

* “How do you do it?”

* You look to your side and find the person who’s face you see in the mirror, they’re hugging their knees to their chest, dark circles under their eyes

* “How do I do what?” You ask, they bite their lip

* “How can you be so strong when you’ve just lost everything?”

* You see their eyes brim with tears, and you look away, to the tree that looks over you both

* “I don’t know” It’s the truth, you have an unfair advantage in this world, because you know all the secrets each person carries, while yours remain shrouded in darkness. And yet... it’s not why you persevere

* “All I do know, is that I want to give them hell”

* Your counterpart grins at that, and to your surprise, you feel a smile stretch out across your face

* Yeah, it’s not about power, you just want raise some hell in this backwards misogynistic world.

* “I guess that’s the one you’re picking then huh?” Your counterpart points to a fig, it’s on the tallest branch of the tree, so far out of reach it almost seems unobtainable

* But you only nod

* “Yeah, I think that’s the way I’m going to go”

* They look at you and smile.

* “If you ever get the chance, I hope you punch that jerk Aro right in the face”

* You laugh.

* When you finally awake, you’re still laughing. A smile etched onto your face.

* Everyone’s there, all looking at you with concerned glances.

* Yeah, you’re going to have a lot of fun in this world.

[lovely-angst]

Hi I saw your post can I request a scenario with dabi and female reader having an argument vut with fluff ending, thank you so much 💗

a/n: this took so long bc i couldn’t sit and write for more than like 10 minutes a day. but this fic is  l e n g t h y  bc this is the kinda of angst I like hehe. also, it’s hard writing for dabi! his character is so complicated!

tw: arguing

genre: fluff and angst

pairing: dabi x reader

summary: you and dabi get into a heated argument and trying to fix the relationship is harder than it seems.

word count: 3.5k

03.09.2021

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It was probably a bad idea that you ran out of the house at night, but you felt as if you had no other choice. You and Dabi had just gotten into a heated argument—the most heated argument the two of you had ever had actually.

It might have been over something stupid, but it had been running through your mind for the past few weeks, so it couldn’t have been that stupid. Not to you at least.

Your eyes were stained red from all of the crying you had done prior, but every time you thought back to the words the two of you threw at each other, you couldn’t help the blurriness of the tears that filled your eyes.

“If you’re so miserable with me, why don’t you just leave!” Dabi shot at you as anger filled your entire body. 

“I can’t!” you shouted back before sadness washed over you, tears quickly rising to your eyes as you stared over at your boyfriend. “I have nowhere else to go anymore because I left everything behind for you!” 

“I never asked you to! Maybe you should’ve thought about that when you decided to mess around with someone like me.”

“You didn’t have to ask! I did it because I love you! But you wouldn’t understand because you don’t care about me!” You shouted angrily at Dabi, who was fuming at you with clenched fists, 

“You’re right, I don’t care. Get out of my fucking place.” 

Staring down at your hands, you let out a sigh. You were starting to miss Dabi. Even after everything that had just happened, your heart was still full of love for him. There was no way he meant it, right?

It wasn’t that you were miserable with Dabi, you loved him with all your heart. You had just wanted him to put more effort into the relationship, into you. He was always away doing whatever work he had to do and you missed him—Dabi was all you had left.

Reaching into the pockets of your light jacket, you frowned upon only finding a few napkins and empty wrappers from whatever treat you had snacked on. In a rush to leave the apartment, you had forgotten to take your phone and wallet, leaving you with nothing.

Sniffling, you glanced around at the empty streets, trying to find a warm place to stay at. It wasn’t terribly cold, but cold enough where you would love to be someplace warm. Going home wasn’t an option, seeing how Dabi had just kicked you out, but going back to your parents was an even worse option. They had given you an earful about Dabi and you were practically disowned when you left with him.

It was just like any other day. The two of you were on his roughed-up couch that so happened to fit the two of you perfectly. Dabi sat behind you as you sat in between his slender legs in a comfortable silence. 

He had this place for himself when he didn’t feel like staying overnight at the league and it used to feel so big when it was him alone. But recently, you’ve been occupying this space with him which made everything feel so much warmer. 

And he told you. “You should move in with me,” he said, earning a small smile from you. 

But you knew it couldn’t be that simple. 

“My parents don’t want me around you anymore,” you told him softly in his arms. “They said you’re not a person I should be spending my time with.” 

“Well, you’re old enough to be making your own decisions,” he huffed and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I am,” you told him, finding his hands and gently running your fingers along them.

“But if I decided to move in with you, they’ll disown me. Cut me off from the family,” a heavy sigh escapes your lips, slumping back on your boyfriend’s chest. 

“Yeah, but we can be our own family,” he said before a small wave of silence fell upon the two of you. Turning around to face him, you couldn’t help the sad smile on your face, “Could we really though? I mean, you’re busy and if I’m no longer with my family, I’d be alone.” 

“Trust me, doll,” he starts with a smirk, pushing hair away from your face, “we will make it work.”

You stared up into his blue eyes hesitantly. Dabi was no family guy. He wasn’t even the type of guy to settle with someone, yet here he was asking you to move in with him to be his family. 

But you loved him too much. 

Placing a gentle hand on his chest, you lean forward to press a kiss onto his lips before slightly pulling away, “Promise me you’ll take care of me?”

Dabi let out a small chuckle, grinning before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Promise.”

You were really alone now.

-

Panting heavily, Dabi stared at the door you had just slammed shut as you fled from the apartment the two of you shared. Good riddance, he thought, storming over toward the bedroom to cool himself down—his flames were about to burst out any minute now with how angry and irritated he was.

He had already told you that he couldn’t be that perfect boyfriend who could do all these amazing things for you. You knew this and you had told him it was alright because you love him. So what was that back then?

Roughly running his hands through his hair, he sat back against the bed before letting out a heavy sigh and rubbing his eyes out of frustration. Maybe telling you to get out of the apartment was a bit much, but Dabi knew you’d eventually find your way back. You always did.

Grabbing his phone from beside him, Dabi decided to shoot you a text telling you to come back because it would be a hassle to take care of you if you got sick—his way of telling you he cared.

It was late in the night already and Dabi was tired from everything. He wished that you could’ve been there for him to hold when he drifted off into a dreamless slumber, but you weren’t because of him.

Walking over to the front door, Dabi made sure the door was unlocked if you had decided to sneak your way back in. Which he secretly hoped you would.

Upon opening the fridge, Dabi’s heart clenched once he saw all of the food you had cooked and stored away for him with little notes written on them.

‘I know you hate fish, so this doesn’t contain any fish!’

‘This dish has a lot of meat so eat up to get all your protein in because you’ve been working so hard <3′ 

‘This one is my favorite, so try it out and see if you like it just as much as me :^)’

Did you have to be so stupidly cute?

Dabi was weak against you, and he knew it too. Heating up the dish you deemed your favorite, he walked over towards the small dinner table that would fit the two of you perfectly.

Staring down at the dish, Dabi let out a chuckle—of course this dish was your favorite. And it tasted like home too, something he seemed to enjoy more of when you were here too. 

He really did miss you too.

It had been a week since you moved in with Dabi. He enjoyed coming home to you sharing the space with him and making it more homely and warm. Dabi was quite ecstatic that you agreed to live with him, but there was only one problem.

You didn’t seem so...happy. 

Dabi would often catch you staring off into space or constantly staring out the window as you let your thoughts run wild. And when he would finally build up the courage to ask, you’d respond with a smile.

“No, I am happy to be here with you,” you’d remind him softly, “I just kinda miss my family.”

And though Dabi knew that, he couldn’t help but want to be selfish and keep you here to himself. You were his family now and you chose to be his a part of this family when you agreed to live with him. 

“But we’re our own family now and we’ll take care of each other,” you told him with a smile despite your sadness.

You seemed to always find the right words to soothe Dabi’s thoughts. You were great at helping him—even when he couldn’t seem to help you at all.

Twitching awake, Dabi glanced around confused. When did he fall asleep? His discarded dish was still on the table right where he left it. He must’ve fallen asleep when his thoughts consumed him.

Glancing over at his phone, Dabi frowned when two hours had passed and there was no response from you. You didn’t even bother looking at his text. Were you seriously that upset? Letting out a sigh, Dabi decided to call you instead, hoping to get you home safe.

It wasn’t until he heard your familiar ringtone playing from the living room that Dabi had realized that you left your phone. Which meant you were out somewhere alone and defenseless in this sketchy neighborhood. It had already been two hours. Who knows what could have happened to you.

He always felt as if you were so small and so fragile that it would be so easy to break you.

“Fuck,” Dabi mumbled as he ran into the bedroom to grab his hoodie and a mask before taking off searching for you. Even with most of his skin covered, he could still feel the chill of the late night.

Where could you be at a time like this?

As he ran through the quiet neighborhood, he was glad to see that no one was out and about doing whatever shady business they had going on. But to Dabi’s surprise, there you were, just a few feet away from the apartment.

You sat crouched into a tiny ball as you hid your face in your knees, looking extra small and extra fragile.

Dabi let out a relieved sigh before gently walking towards you, his feet tapping against the concrete gently before stopping in front of you.

“(Name),” he called as gently as he could, “It’s cold out. Let’s go back,” but you didn’t budge. “Stop being stubborn and let’s go back,” Dabi’s voice was laced with irritation before you finally moved, which should have been a great sign. But seeing how you shifted away from him, bothered him more than he liked to admit.

“I don’t want to go back,” you say weakly, curling in on yourself. Dabi scoffed, “Then are you going to stay out here in the cold? I know you have nowhere else to go.”

Your head raised slowly to glance up at him, a heartbroken look on your face before you stood up to face him. “That’s exactly why I don’t want to come back. You promised me you’d take care of me, but look where we are now.”

Turning away from him, you let out a sigh, “I think this relationship is too much for you right now, Dabi. You’re not ready to have another person in your life.”

And your words seem to hurt Dabi more than he had expected. It was just an argument. Things like this always happen in relationships, right? So how come things were turning for the worse?

“You’re dramatic, (Name),” Dabi chuckled. “Just come back and it will be better in the morning.”

He didn’t know how to fix this anymore.

“We can’t act like that argument didn’t happen, Dabi. That was the worst argument we’ve had, and it really hurt me,” you continued, lips quivering as you blinked rapidly, trying to hold back your tears.

“Just come back to the apartment,” Dabi tried once more, but with a surprising calm. “It’s not safe out here and it’s warmer.”

You hated how he could crumble your resolve with a few simple words—you were head over heels for this man. Stuffing your hands in your pockets, you dig your shoes into the ground, “Only for tonight. If things don’t work out, then I’ll find a new place to stay at.”

And though your words carried a heavyweight, Dabi was just glad you agreed to come back. Maybe if he snuggled up into you when the two of you went to bed, you’d forgive him.

But when he saw you setting up your bed on the couch, he realized that this was a bigger problem than he had discovered.

“What are you doing?” Watching you fluff out your pillow, you quietly got into your makeshift bed, bringing the covers towards your cheeks, “I’m going to bed,” you replied, shutting your eyes as you turned into the couch.

“But why are you on the couch?” 

“Because I don’t want to be around you right now,” you mumble into the blankets, hiding your face from your boyfriend as he stood there irritated.

“You’re being such a baby right now,” Dabi responds angrily, but you only replied with a hum, further irking the male as he trudged towards the bedroom and thankfully, shutting off the lights for you on his way.

It hurt to see that Dabi wasn’t as upset as you were about this problem the two of you were having. You wanted to fix this because you love and care for him, but you couldn’t say the same about him. Snuggling deeper into your blanket, you hoped that this night “apart” would help the two of you sleep on the problem and be able to face each other the next day.

-

Your constant stirring had woken you up from your sleep, though you weren’t able to get much sleep anyways. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was the fight that you and Dabi had gotten into.

Anything you dreamt of seemed to be a replay of what had led to now. You couldn’t escape.

Sighing, you let your arm hang off the couch only to have the back of your hand bump into something. Gently, your hand brushes against the foreign object before your eyes widen when your fingers brush across something soft.

Dabi?

Gently turning, your eyes land on Dabi, who asleep on the floor beside you with a small blanket covering his taller frame. Your fingers that landed themselves in his hair gently ran across down to his face, brushing along his scars as he slept peacefully beneath your hand.

Watching Dabi sleep was something you could never get tired of. He always looked so at peace, so relaxed and so carefree and you couldn’t help but wish for him to always have a restful sleep. You just wanted him to be happy.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the hand coming up to brush across your own before they gently held your smaller one in yours. 

Words weren’t exchanged as the two of you laid there in silence as Dabi gently caressed the back of your hand with his thumb. A small but very comforting affection for the two of you—something you didn’t know you were craving.

“Did I wake you?” your words finally cut the silence as you laid there, basking in the feel of his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you were there.”

“It didn’t feel right sleeping in the bed alone,” A strange confession coming from the man who seemed to strive alone, but it was sweet hearing it from him, feeling how his hand gently caressed yours.

Gently prying your hand from his, you noticed how he tensed slightly before you brought your fingers back to his face gently, running across his scars once more.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

His words cut the thick silence that filled the space between the two of you. Your hand stopped right above his eyes before your brows arched sadly as you listened to him. “We’re our own family now. We’re all we’ve got.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you laid flat against the cushions of the couch, staring up at the dark ceiling above you, “I love you, Dabi, but this isn’t what a family is supposed to feel like. You promised you’d take care of me, but...I just feel like I’ve been doing it all on my own.”

Your eyes stung with tears that began to surface as your emotions came crashing back down on you.

You love Dabi, you really do, but you deserved to be treated better.

“I’m not miserable with you Dabi, I love being with you. It’s just hard when you’re all that I have left and you’re not here too,” you reminded gently, trying not to upset him. But even now, he remained silent.

“If we want things to work, I need you to talk to me,” you were met with silence and you had thought Dabi had fallen asleep but when you turned to glance at him and saw his blue eyes staring off into the distance, you knew it couldn’t work.

Turning back into the couch, you pulled your blankets up towards your cheek once more, letting your tears run freely, “I’ll be gone by the morning. Thanks for everything.”

Dabi laid there listening to your quiet sobs as you cried yourself to sleep on the couch beside him. And to be short, Dabi was freaking the fuck out.

He wanted to say something, anything, but his voice was stuck in his throat. Everything he wanted to tell you was caught and shoved back instead of flowing from his lips.

Sitting up after hearing your breathing even out, Dabi hovered over your, watching how your tears glistened with the faint moonlight and the way your breath would hitch every so often.

He really did love you, even when he couldn’t express himself to you.

Letting the back of his fingers glide across your skin gently, Dabi allowed himself to relax as he watched your peaceful state. You really did deserve so much better than a villain like him.

But he wanted to be selfish.

“You deserve so much more than this,” Dabi’s fingers run across your delicate features as he watched the way your chest rises and falls, “but I can’t give you anything.

“I can’t do anything for you like you do for me. All I do is get upset at you because you just want me to show you a little bit of love when you give me unconditional love.”

“I won’t get mad at you for leaving. I wish I could’ve given you a better family, but I don’t even know what a real family is.” Quietly standing, Dabi leans down to kiss your temple gently before giving you one last glance.

“You were the best thing to have happened to me.” his footsteps fade into the distance as he walked back into the empty bedroom.

Your eyes open once Dabi left, leaving you in the living room as your heart clenched with every word and emotion he managed to squeeze out from his conflicted heart.

You just couldn’t leave him.

-

The birds were chirping freely outside beyond the walls of his small apartment, which meant you had already left. 

With an arm over his eyes, Dabi tried not to think about it—about you, but how could he not when he was so in love with you? 

“ugh, fuck,” he grumbled as he tried sitting up in his bed, only to feel something restricting him. Peeling his arm from his eyes, Dabi glanced down only to be surprised to see you clinging onto his waist as you hid your face in the side of his chest. “(Name)?”

A sleepy whine left your lips as you moved your head around before adjusting yourself beside him, breath evening out once more as you continued to doze off.

He wasn’t sure when or how you got into the bed with him, but he thought maybe this was God’s last gift to him—allowing him to have you in his arms once more before his world would continue to drag him along the ends of the Earth. 

And once Dabi intertwined his limbs with yours, he fell asleep just as fast as he woke up. 

It wasn’t until he felt something weaving in his hair that he woke up for the second time that morning. His tired eyes slowly opened before he turned his head towards the body beside him, eyes catching onto yours before a fragile why fell from his lips. 

“I know it’s hard for you to tell me how you feel and I’m sorry for pressuring you into doing it. But I heard everything you said last night. Thank you.” You place a gentle hand on his chest before lifting yourself onto his chest, your eyes focused on his vulnerable expression.

“It’s hard for the both of us, but if you’re willing to give a little bit more into this small family of ours, we’ll be just fine.”

Dabi couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips as he brought his hands to the back of your head, bringing your forehead to his, enjoying the way your breaths mingled, “anything for you, doll.”

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heyo your imagines are amazing and i like reading them so much. i really appreciate you for writing for Alice in borderland as there isn’t a lot of content out there~ can you please write an imagine for niragi where the reader has been at the beach for quite the time and when she gets to know niragi she somehow falls for him because she sees right through him, and that he maybe starts to develop feelings for the reader too because she’s fearless and very confident. if it’s not too much trouble, could you make it a bit suggestive as well? thank you in advance~~

Of course I can! I’m not the best at writing with suggestive themes so I’ll try my best! 😅 I’m sorry but I changed the story line a little bit for it to fit more, so I hope this is still kind of what you had in mind.

Unlovable | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. Ann, Aguni, Hatter, Mira, Chishiya, Arisu, Last Boss)

Summary: Niragi finally finds you, who loves him for who he is, well, not exactly. And he gets a bit too attached.

Warnings: toxic relationship, suggestive themes, a lot of gaslighting, obsessive themes, a little bit angsty, threatening, choking, swearing, name calling

Word Count: 3.2k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a while to post. I was busy for the past couple of days so it’s kinda rushed 😣

“Y/N! Come quick!”

You jolted awake as Ann burst into your room, shaking the door frame from the force. You blinked your eyes to adjust to the light, looking at her dazed.

“What?” you murmured, sitting up and out of the comfy sheets on your bed. 

“The executives have called a meeting. They say it’s urgent,” she stressed, rushing up to the side of your bed and ripping the duvet off of you.

You shivered and sighed loudly in disappointment. “Why? It’s too early for this shit,” you whined, rolling back onto your side and closing your eyes again. These urgent emergency meetings have become ridiculous, always taking place in the morning when everyone’s still sleeping. You would gladly have quit having the higher place at The Beach if it meant for you to have some peace and quiet.

“Now!” Ann pushed again. You groaned in annoyance and got out of bed. She seemed serious, so you didn’t want to anger her more.

You both quickly made your way to the top floor where the meeting room for the executives was located. You noticed Ann’s heavy breathing and worried expression, making you anxious as to what she thinks could have happened.

Hatter had left the night before to replenish his visa, having a big celebration as he drove off with Aguni and a few more of his men. Things had been becoming more tense as time went on. It felt wrong watching Hatter drive away so reluctantly. You offered to assist him in his game, seeing as you earned yourself a high number at The Beach from clearing many difficult games yourself. But Hatter declined, insisting that he would return to The Beach safe and sound before you knew it.

But unfortunately, he was wrong.

You and Ann rushed into the large room. You saw Arisu and Chishiya standing near the end of the table placed in the middle of the room. You strolled over to them and laid eyes on the scene before you.

There, Hatter laid dead on the table. Limbs spread out lifeless, skin pale and dead. The horrific sight made you feel sick, making you cover your mouth with your hand. The scene almost felt unreal, this shouldn’t have happened. Hatter wouldn’t be dead if you just went with him.

Ann walked over to his body to examine it, but before she even had the chance to touch the bullet wound embedded in his bare chest, Niragi barged into the room with his usual cocky and obnoxious aura filling the air like a bad smell.

“Oi, don’t touch him as you please. You dissection maniac,” he growled.

Your eyes followed him closely. Now that Hatter was gone, people like him could start dangerous trouble at the hotel. But, as long as you said something about it, you would make sure Niragi wouldn’t start any fires that he’s not willing to put out himself.

After all, you were the only person who knew his true self, and how he perceived everyone around him. It was pathetic really. In a way you took pity on him. Such a simple tactic for the brain to protect itself, become a heartless and cold monster towards others so no one could ever do the same to you again.

With Niragi, unfortunately it was hunt or be hunted.

You kept your strong gaze on him as he lifted his eyes to meet yours from across the table for a hot minute. His dark orbs glistened as they locked with yours, making the tension in the room become thicker as every second passed. He smirked in your direction before turning away.

“He was shot by a gun,” Ann stated, breaking the thick silence in the room. She looked over the small hole in his chest in fascination.

“What will happen to The Beach?” a young man asked who was standing nearby you. You stayed silent, not wanting to start anything that may end in chaos. You always had good points and valid arguments, but sometimes you knew when the best time was to bring them up. This was not it.

“I mean it’s only reasonable for the strongest to become the new leader!” Niragi exclaimed over everyone. “We need someone who can take good care of The Beach and keep order,” he yapped on, swinging his sniper rifle all around making a few people flinch when he aimed it at them.

You rolled your eyes at his behaviour. Trust him to be the most opinionated.

“I say, how about Aguni as our new leader,” he suggested, leaning forwards onto the table and watching everyone like a hawk. Aguni held no reaction, keeping his usual cold stone expression while having Niragi speak for him.

After no one reacted, all looking down to the ground to avoid Niragi’s gaze, he stood up straight and pulled a bored expression. “That’s not a good reaction,” he mocked, “Last Boss?”

You glanced over to where the hooded figure stood, watching in fear as he unsheathed his katana sword and rushed over to Ann, holding the deathly sharp blade a few inches from her throat. Your heart leaped to your mouth. If he was to try anything, you were ready to start chaos.

But nothing of the sort happened. Ann simply sighed frustratingly and held up her hand obediently. Niragi hummed, approving.

“This isn’t a majority vote,” Mira hissed from next to him.

Niragi stood and leaned his face close to hers, holding the barrel of his weapon close to her face to threaten her. “But it is! Isn’t it? After all, you’re all free to vote as well.”

One by one, he slowly circled the table, each person being scared for their life the closer he got to them. But you remained calm next to Chishiya, knowing that considering the relationship you have with Niragi, he wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. He didn’t have the guts to.

As he moved from Chishiya, he finally locked eyes with you. He quickly strolled up to your still frame, stopping suddenly very close to you in an attempt to make you feel threatened. ‘As usual,’ you thought to yourself. ‘The old “I’m taller and bigger than you so I’m stronger” stupid tactic.’

“And what about you princess? Care to raise your hand for a vote for Aguni?” he hissed into your face. You held your neutral expression, becoming bored from this act he was putting on. It was purely for show, and yet wasn’t everyone’s personality? But Niragi, his act of this scary psychotic man angered you to your core.

“What if I don’t?” you snickered, walking towards him in an attempt of intimidation. He took a step back in shock. “It’s not like you need my precious vote, you already have so many.”

Niragi’s usual cocky smirk melted from his face, turning into a frustrated scowl. You felt him put his rifle underneath your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “Be careful with that tongue of yours sweetheart, you wouldn’t want to lose it,” he growled quietly.

His threat made you smirk, almost bringing butterflies into your stomach. “I think you should be more concerned about that head of yours. You wouldn’t want to get it stuck too far up your own ass.”

You flinched as you felt his rough hand shoot from his rifle to your neck, instantly tightening around your throat making you widen your eyes in surprise. You lifted your arm and gripped his wrist in case he tightened his hold anymore. The look on his face was deathly. If looks could kill, you’d be already a few years into the afterlife.

Chishiya stood beside you watching the whole scene. He knew better than to intervene, as he could tell that Niragi wouldn’t ever intentionally permanently hurt you.

Niragi held you still as he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin. “Shut your fucking mouth you brat. You wouldn’t want me to hurt you too much later, would you?” You cringed as you felt his tongue slide behind the back of your ear, the piercing making you shiver.

“Niragi,” you heard Aguni say, saving you from the public embarrassment of getting felt up by Niragi in front of everyone you knew. “That’s enough, I think she gets the point.”

Niragi grunted in annoyance before loosening his fist on your neck. You sucked in a huge gasp of air, coughing slightly. Chishiya placed a gentle hand on your back in a sign of care, hoping that you’re okay.

Niragi aimed his rifle lazily at Chishiya’s face. “She’s fine, don’t touch her. A little choking is nothing she can’t handle.”

Chishiya immediately took his hand off of you, being taken back by Niragi’s comment.

You stood up straight after recovering, laying your eyes back on Niragi as he continued terrorizing the executive members.

God you hated that man. You hated how much you loved him.

*************

The room was now empty, consisting of no one except for you and Ann, who was still looking over Hatter’s body for any other injuries. You watched curiously, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

“Seems a bit weird, doesn’t it?” you spoke up through the silence.

“What does?” Ann answered, not bothering to look at you.

“Someone with a hundred percent winning streak dies now? Just as the tension between the militants and the others was getting to its peak?” you questioned.

Ann rolled her eyes sarcastically and turned towards you. “Took you long enough to figure out. Really? You didn’t suspect that from the start? Even after that shit-show that Niragi pulled earlier?”

You were taken back by her sudden anger. Ann never became mad at you, even if she had a legitimate reason to. You looked at her as she stared into your eyes intensely before sighing and turning back to Hatter.

“Sorry Y/N,” she apologized. “I’m just stressed. This shit is getting too heavy to handle, and now with Hatter gone and Aguni in his place, who knows what will happen to people like you, me, Mira, Chishiya and Alice. They could kill us if they want to.”

Her words hit your heart heavily. It was true. Aguni and his militants were never a particularly predictable bunch. And you weren’t exactly on all their good sides, well, except for Niragi’s.

“Sorry Ann,” you muttered out quietly. You thought it would be best to leave her alone. She obviously was quite distraught from Hatter’s death.

You shuffled out of the room, head held low in despair. Who knew what would happen to this place now? It was like a ticking time bomb only no one knew how long there was left until it exploded.

As you walked through the large door frame that led outside of the meeting room, a sudden grip on your arm brought you out of your thoughts and made you yelp. You were yanked into a hard chest, being held close and tight.

“Hey love. How are you feeling?” the person growled. You looked to see it was none other than Niragi himself. Of course it was, who else would treat you so roughly?

You stared into his ominous eyes, trying to read him. He ran his hand down your back slowly causing you to shiver. “Niragi,” you breathed out. You pushed against his broad chest to separate you. “Sorry, but I’m not in the mood right now.”

You stepped away from him and tried to escape down the hall, but he grabbed your hand before you could go anywhere. “Bullshit. You’re never in the mood. And the sass you were giving me in there in front of everyone says otherwise.” He pulled you back towards him, pushing your head onto his shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. “I didn’t like how you treated me, it made me upset.”

He was lying through his teeth, knowing that making you feel guilty for defending yourself against him would bring him more of your attention. Simple gaslighting, worked every time.

You chuckled against him then leaned back and cupped his face with your hands. He held a sad expression on his face, obviously to make you sympathetic.

“You’re such a big baby,” you laughed. “Try to act so tough and dominant in front of everyone, but look at you now. Crying into my shoulder about your feewings?” you mocked him. Niragi scowled and pulled his head out of your hands. “Shut up, as if you’re any better.”

It was true. That’s why you both clicked together. He was a gaslighting maniac who knew how to put up a fake ‘nice guy’ façade around you and you were a tough and snappy woman, who felt much too much empathy for others.

That’s how you fell into his trap. He used your empathy to his advantage, making you fall in love with him so he could have what he’d always wanted. Someone who loves him for who he is, no matter how many masks he had to put on for them.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning up and pressing a small peck onto his lips. “Can you promise me something?” he suddenly asked after you pulled away from his face.

You grew anxious about what he wanted and nodded your head slowly in hesitation.

“When the chance comes, can we leave The Beach together? Like, run away?” he questioned, snaking his arms around your waist and squeezing tightly.

You laughed at his question, making him frown. He was being completely serious. “And go where Niragi? There’s not exactly a place we can go to.”

“Anywhere,” he answered sharply. “We could find a nice little hideout in Tokyo. Just you and me, no one else.” His grip on your waist tightened, making you flinch in his arms slightly.

He could see you tossing between answers. It wasn’t working, he had to try something else. He put on the fakest sad face he could do and pressed his forehead against yours while pouting. “Please? I promise I’ll take care of you.”

You practically melted as his begging. “Okay,” you sighed.

“Promise me,” he reminded you, running a hand through your soft hair.

There was a short moment of silence before you answered. “I promise.”

*************

You laid in your room with the sheets tossed lazily over you. Niragi was called to go talk to Aguni again before he went to sleep, so you were waiting for him.

Your eyes scanned your book quickly, wanting to finish the chapter you were on before Niragi returned. Because god forbid you having your attention on something that wasn’t him when he was around.

You glanced over at the door when you heard it creep open and Niragi stepped in, placing his sniper rifle carefully on the ground nearby and removing his boots.

“You took your time.” you teased, putting your book on the nightstand and sitting up in bed. Niragi groaned tiredly, stumbling over to your shared bed and collapsed dramatically face down onto the duvet. You giggled at him, running a soft hand though his midnight hair and pulling it out of it’s hair tie.

If he was a cat, he swore he could’ve purred at your touch. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Not having physical affection for years on end does that to a person.

He sat up and crawled over to you. He grabbed your chin and pressed your lips together roughly, running his tongue across your mouth as he did so. You groaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, making him smirk against your lips.

After a few minutes, he detached his lips from yours and started licking and sucking your sensitive skin on your jaw, slowly making his way down your neck. He felt shivers run down his spine as you gripped his shirt in your fist on his back. He loved having this power over you, and having you accept him and love him enough to not fight back.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, giving him more access to your neck. As you did so, he placed a hand on your lower back and pulled you towards him, forcing you to lie down on the bed with him hovering over you.

He pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, admiring your anxious expression painted across your face. He chucked. “What’s wrong baby,” he cooed, leaning down and continuing kissing your collarbones.

His voice was dripping in sweetness, so sweet it could’ve made you feel sick. It sounded fake, but you didn’t pick up on it. It was a shame. You saw Niragi as nothing but a victim of his own mind, but you weren’t able to see yourself becoming a victim of it.

“I’m just...” you mumbled out, feeling weak and vulnerable under his touch. “I’m scared Niragi.”

He pulled back again and looked into your eyes with a worried expression. “Why are you scared? It’s just me and you here angel. You’re perfectly safe,” he whispered out, stroking his knuckles down your cheek lovingly.

You knew you loved Niragi, but knowing he can change his personality in a blink of an eye unsettled you. Who knew when he would do that to you? You heard him speak up again.

“We’ve slept together many times before, why are you becoming shy just now?” he teased, lifting a hand and slowly running it up along your tummy underneath your shirt. Your breath hitched as his cold hands made contact, making your stomach muscles tense.

“So sensitive,” he cooed again, snuggling his head into your chest, just above your breasts. “I love you.”

The confession made your heart skip a beat and you tensed. Niragi noticed this, making his body fill with anxiety. Did he say it too soon?

“Sorry,” he mumbled against your shirt. “That was a bit much, you don’t have to say it back,” he gaslighted.

“No,” you cut him off. “I love you too.”

Niragi’s heart filled with warmth and he felt all his nerves tingle around his body. He hadn’t heard that since he was a kid, and hearing you say it did nothing but make him more fall in love.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he sniffed out. You looked down to see him staring at you, tears filling his eyes. It made your heart ache.

He took his body weight off you and hovered himself above you again. “I promise, I won’t let anyone ever hurt you,” he mumbled, voice cracking slightly. His arms that laid on either side of your head acted like a cage. Whether you were trapped willingly or forcefully was beyond your guess.

As he leaned his head down again and pressed his still wet lips against yours, you felt his lanky arms snake around your torso underneath you, keeping you in place.

You laid there, moving your mouths together and holding each other as close as possible. It would’ve almost been romantic and loving if it wasn’t for the context. While one was preying on their victim to achieve what they’ve so desperately wanted their whole life, the other believed that that person was the victim themselves.

Such irony, to love someone who has a ‘unlovable’ personality, when it’s not even the one that you fell in love with.

The one you fell in love with was nothing but one of his many masks. And no one could determine whether he would ever take it off in front of you.

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this one was actually hard to write. It’s a bit all over the place but I hope it was still enjoyable to read! Also I’m not going to do a Part 2 to this fic, but if you want to read something similar to this kind of yandere theme with Niragi, read my other fic called You’re Everything You Once Hated. I’m going to be posting a Part 2 of that one soon.