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THE GRUDGE (or: the 7 things luke castellan hated about you)

read part two GET HIM BACK! (or: the 7 reasons you want revenge on luke castellan)

pairing: luke castellan x child of nemesis!reader (gender not specified)

word count: 8.5k

summary: luke hated your guts. he really did. he just hoped that no one could tell how, even after all this, you're still everything to him.

warnings/disclaimer: luke's POV. spoilers for the lightning thief and season 1 of pjo. some heated make-out sessions but no actual smut - MDNI / 18+. mentions of blood + death + alcohol. luke is 19 during tlt but i wrote this with him + reader being 21 by the end of this (this is important for the next part lol). anyways, luke + reader share clothes and lots of intense emotions they maybe possibly don't process in the best way. lots of ANGST - it's a greek tragedy fr!

author's note: welcome to my new hyperfixation! this fic is LONG but i hope she's worth it ♡

♪: the grudge by olivia rodrigo

(i. you have a sharp tongue)

fourteen year old luke was overwhelmed when he first stepped into the hermes cabin. it was loud and overcrowded and no one really seemed to care that they had a new cabinmate. the head counselor showed luke to an empty bed at the back, told him to get settled in, and left without another word. luke dropped his backpack before collapsing on the mattress. it was so thin that he could feel the springs dig into his back.

"you'll get used to it."

luke sat up to see you climbing through the window. 

you had a band-aid stuck on your chin, chipped nail polish the color of blackberries, and leather combat boots that looked way too heavy to be wearing in the heat of summer. 

“the shitty mattress?”

“i meant the whole chaos of cabin 11, and the way things work around here in general. if you can get used to the shitty mattress, all power to you.” 

your tone was friendly enough, playful even. you smiled at him so comfortably it made luke nauseous. 

“good to know.” he tried to smile back at you, but his heart wasn’t in it. “i’m luke, by the way.”

“yeah, i know. i’m —”

“y/n!”

you seemed entirely unfazed as the blond who called your name stormed over to you. you rolled your eyes, something only luke could notice, before turning to her.

“someone stole my candy.”

“i’m very sorry to hear that, maddy. gotta be careful around here.” your voice dripped like poisoned honey, deceptively innocent and sweet.

maddy was not having it. she huffed at you. “it was you, wasn’t it?”

“that depends. did you cheat at poker last night? again?” 

some of the chatter throughout the cabin paused, heads turning to listen in. 

“what? n-no!” 

“then you have your answer, maddy.” you exaggerated a sigh, as though you had already won the fight and were annoyed that she came back for more. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i have a new camper to show around.”

chiron had already given them a tour, but luke didn’t protest when you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the window with you. your hand was warm in his as you dragged him along to the corner of the cabin where a poorly made ladder waited for you. 

“come on.” you started climbing, and only stopped to look down when you realized luke wasn’t following you. “best view of camp. trust me.”

a shiver passed through luke. trust didn’t come easy to him. he also didn’t particularly want to return to a stuffy cabin where all he would do was count reasons he did not want to be there.

 so, luke followed you. he sat down next to you on the roof and looked out at the sun shining on his new home, but he couldn't help but be slightly bitter. the gods had gotten all of you into this life of endless danger and battles and monsters, and this was all they had to offer in return: a summer camp. 

it just didn't seem fair. 

there was something else he noticed then. what was it that chiron had said? camp half-blood was supposed to be a safe haven for all demigods. 

“i don’t get it. there are only twelve cabins, but aren’t there, like, a million other gods?”

you straightened your posture then, and turned to luke with a newfound interest. 

“camp half-blood only has cabins representing the twelve olympians. apparently, they’re the only ones important enough to have children worth recognizing, and they can’t even do that half the time,” you explained, impertinence laced throughout your words. it seemed like something you could never quite get off your chest. 

every  demigod knew that the gods didn’t appreciate sarcasm. they  didn’t particularly like being called out on their bullshit, either.

you didn’t seem to care; you even rolled your eyes up at the sky, as if challenging zeus himself. 

“anyways, that’s why the hermes cabin is so crowded. it takes in campers who are unclaimed or whose parent doesn’t have a cabin at camp. like me.”

“so, who’s your godly parent?”

you fiddled with the leather cord on your neck. it held a few clay beads like the other campers, but there was one silver charm he noticed only you wore — scales, by the looks of it. you clutched onto it.

luke realized that, despite your own advice, maybe you resented having to get used to the way things worked around here, and having to hide your resentment. maybe that was worse than having to sleep on an uncomfortable bed for the rest of your life.

"nemesis. goddess of revenge."

"that's....hardcore."

you scoffed and moved on to twisting the silver ring on your index finger. "a lot of people take it that way, and i think it scares them a bit.”

“so that’s why you’re extra nice to new campers, huh?” 

“no, i was just in a good mood today.” you smirked.

“guess i was just lucky, then.”

luke couldn’t help but smile at your laugh — sharp, biting. you nudged your boot against his sneaker, which shifted you closer to him, shoulders practically touching. 

“what people don’t understand is that it's more about balance, you know? you do good things, and good things happen to you. at least, they should. you do bad things and….” you pulled out an outrageously big bag of candy, dropped it between you and luke, and winked at him. “you face the consequences.” 

“that makes sense.” luke leaned over to grab a handful of gummy bears. “like karma.”

“yeah. exactly.” 

you bit the head off a red bear, both of you chewing in silence before you added:

“by the way, i’m sorry about your friend.” you swallowed and caught luke’s gaze. 

chiron warned him that word would travel fast around camp about what happened to thalia, and luke had prepared himself for anything — anything but your reaction. there was no pity in your eyes; instead, there was a hint of rage, as though thalia had been your friend, too. 

“she deserved more.” 

luke’s eyes caught the glint of a knife strapped to your belt. he took another handful of the candy you stole, and he thought about the fire and fearlessness behind your words, and, despite everything, it felt right to be with you then and there. 

“yeah,” he finally whispered back. “she did.”

we all do. 

neither of you said those words, but the suggestion was there, and it felt like a promise. 

(ii. you hold on to every stupid, little detail)

“slow down, tiger.” 

your voice echoed throughout the arena, and if luke had been fighting a real opponent, it might have gotten him killed. instead, he just stopped mid-swing, sparing another straw dummy from losing its arm. 

“left hand,” you noted as you walked past him towards a bench. “you, my friend, are in need of a break.”

luke loosened the grip on his sword. the only time luke fought with his non-dominant hand was when he had overworked the other. he must have switched an hour ago, but judging by how heavy his arm felt, it could have very well been two.  

his curls were stuck to his forehead with sweat, his shirt soaked through. he could feel a dull pain behind his eyes, and luke was worried that if he stopped to catch his breath, he would pass out. or, even worse, have to face the reality of the shitty news he’d gotten early that day. 

“come sit with me,” you urged. “you’re exhausted, tiger.” 

luke bristled at your nickname for him. 

sure, luke loved that there was something only you called him, a secret kept between you in plain sight, but it was also a reminder that it was harder to hide behind the hero act when you were around.

everyone else at camp figured the nickname was a playful attempt at calling him strong and charismatic. the truth was that luke once told you that his favorite cereal as a kid was frosted flakes and that he would dream of playing sports as well as tony the tiger. for better or for worse, like most things, you wouldn’t let it go. 

case in point: if it was anybody other than you trying to get him to take a break, luke could have just brushed them off with a charming smile and continued swordfighting until his arms fell off, but in the two years since meeting you, luke had never met anyone as stubborn and convincing. like him, it seemed you were willing to fight and shed blood to get your way. luke was never really in the mood to make you bleed, even when feeling like he could burn the entire world down, so he usually gave in to your demands.  

as soon as he sat down next to you, you handed him an orange flavored energy drink — his favorite. anything other than water was hard to come by at camp without the enchanted goblets in the dining pavilion, or the right connection in the hermes cabin. he ran out of his stash the other day, but you must have noticed and gotten one of the stoll brothers to smuggle more in. 

“thanks,” luke said, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through him when your fingers brushed together briefly. 

 the two of you looked out at the sword arena, and all the straw dummies that luke had destroyed. you wait for him to take three big gulps of his drink before speaking again. 

“i guess chiron and your dad decided you weren’t ready for a quest.”

luke exhaled sharply. “how did you —”

“the only time you’d skip out on capture the flag is if something really shitty happened.” you looked down at luke’s clenched fists, and that seemed to be all the confirmation you needed. “you promised annabeth you'd be there, and it's not like you to let her down."

fuck. he had completely forgotten that tonight was annabeth's first time as team captain. this entire week, she had been prepping a winning strategy. it wasn’t like annabeth needed him to win, but luke was her big brother, and he should have been there. you were right — he had let her down. 

the realization made luke’s day go from bad to worse. 

"i told her you were helping a new camper with an emergency. she didn't believe it, but she adjusted her strategy and we still won.”

“well, thank the gods everything worked in the end,” luke grumbled. 

“don’t thank the gods,” you quipped. “thank annabeth chase for her brilliant mind, and me for covering for your sorry ass.”

when luke didn’t indulge in your usual playful banter, you moved closer to him and brushed some curls away from his eyes. your skin warmed his forehead, and the small gesture made him feel better than he had all day.

“look, i’m not going to give you some bullshit inspirational speech about how the gods don’t get to define what a hero is, or how you don’t need a quest to prove that you’re worthy of being one. we’ve each been through that before, and i have a feeling this won’t be our last time, either.”

“then why are you here?” the question came out harsher than luke had intended it to.

“because she’s trying her best to hide it, but annabeth is really hurt that you didn’t show up for the game. i figured the least you could do is suck it up, come to the campfire, and make her those signature luke castellan s’mores. you could probably use one, too, since you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.” 

you were right, again. luke was exhausted, he was furious, but most of all, he was starving.  

later that night, luke sat next to annabeth and vowed to make her as many s’mores as she wanted. you’d gone to sit with the hephaestus kids, trying to convince beckendorf and nyssa to join your cabin’s post-campfire party at the beach, even though they had to work in the forges early the next morning. 

when chiron made his weekly speech, congratulating the winners of capture the flag and thanking the gods for keeping everyone safe, you and luke caught each other’s gaze from across the fire. you rolled your eyes and luke bit back a smile as you turned back to beckendorf. he noticed your knees were practically touching. did you sit that close to everyone? 

luke was looking at you for so long that the marshmallow he was roasting fell into the fire, despite annabeth’s warnings. she handed him another one. 

"you should tell her how you feel," annabeth said. "stop being a coward." 

whether it was the smell of burnt sugar, the heat of the fire, or annabeth’s comment, luke started to feel dizzy. he did his best to shake it off, asking annabeth for a play-by-play of her strategy earlier that night, but he couldn’t quite get rid of the thought of you. 

(iii. you don't care if your clothes are stained with blood)

“i just….i can’t fucking believe you, luke.”

“i don’t get why you’re so upset — you’ve never cared about quests before.”

luke was hoping to break the news to you after capture the flag. unfortunately for him, word travels fast around camp. 

annabeth had the two of you scouting the east side for the flag, while she and some other athena kids took the west. you hadn’t found anything so far, which meant that you’d spent the better part of an hour bickering over luke’s choice of companions for his quest. a choice that included charles beckendorf and chris rodriguez, and purposefully did not include you, much to your fury.  

before you could continue arguing, luke heard the sound of footsteps approaching. he looked over to you, and you already had your shield and sword at the ready. 

a few red defenders emerged from the trees. one charged at luke, but you stepped in so he could deal with the other two. one of his opponents went down fairly easily, but the other put up much more of a fight. metal clashed behind him as you kept fighting as well. you might not have been as skilled a swordfighter as luke, but he knew that you could hold your own, at least until he was finished with the person in front of him. 

luke parried his opponent’s strike, causing them to take a step closer. he was preparing to disarm them, just as he heard you yelp and stumble to the ground. it only took a millisecond of his attention, but it gave his opponent the opportunity to elbow him in the face. luke felt a crack upon impact, and pain radiated from his nose; he powered through. 

he had to finish this fight, and he had to do it fast. you needed him. 

his ears were ringing as he finally knocked over his opponent, kicking away their sword and keeping his foot on their chest. luke turned around to see you having turned the tides, the blade of your sword dangerously close to your opponent’s neck.

you locked eyes with luke, and you both understood — it was time to go. the two of you ran through the forest, as far away as you could before having to stop and catch your breath.

luke removed his helmet to get some air, and dropped his weapons. you did the same. you looked at him, brows furrowed.

“your nose.”

luke licked his lips, tasting blood. the triumph of winning that last fight overshadowed the ache of his potentially broken nose. in fact, he liked the image of a ruthless warrior emerging from the glory and gore of battle, that even though he did not bleed ichor like a god, he still had power. 

you, on the other hand, didn’t look impressed. instead, you stepped forward and offered the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away the blood. 

“you don’t have to —”

“i know you think you’re a badass walking around all broken and bloody, but you shouldn’t deny your admirers your pretty face,” you teased. 

it was no secret that luke had numerous admirers around camp, a fact you loved to tease him about. he was sure that you relished in how flustered that made him. all you had to call him was pretty boy, and luke could be reduced to a blushing mess. 

it was pathetic how much power you had over him.

“besides, i wouldn’t have gotten out of that last fight if you hadn’t taught me that disarming technique earlier. i owe you. it’s what we do. we take care of each other, right?”

he couldn’t argue with that.

a few moments of silence passed as you cleaned his face. something shifted as you worked, the flirtatious grin fading away. when you pulled away, your sleeve was stained a dark crimson. 

“just tell me honestly,” you finally murmured. “why don't you want me to join your quest?” 

luke was genuinely taken aback by the softness of your voice, now devoid of its usual fire. you wouldn’t meet luke’s eyes, but being that close to you, he noticed they were slightly glazed over.

he had expected you to be angry at his decision. he expected you to yell and argue and try to change his mind. luke hadn’t expected you to be so hurt. so broken. 

he hadn’t planned on it, but luke decided to tell you the truth then.

“look, karma, if you come with me, my heart wouldn’t fully be in the quest. i’d be so caught up in….well, you.”

a pause.

“is that a bad thing?”

“not usually, no.” 

you smirked a little at that, and luke’s heart skipped a beat. it also made his decision even clearer. 

“but i need to be focused for this. i need….” he let out a deep sigh. “i need to prove myself. this is my first real chance, and i can’t fuck it up.”

you met his gaze and smiled brightly at him, your signature spark of confidence returning.  

“you won’t.”

you reached a hand up to play with his necklace. luke hadn’t noticed how close you’d gotten until your fingers started tracing over those four clay beads. it made his entire body burst into flames.

“i’ve been wanting to do something for a while. and, aphrodite save me, it might be really stupid, but —”

luke took a lucky guess as to where you were going, and crashed his lips against yours. aphrodite knows that he'd been wanting to do that for a while, too. 

he often got drunk on the adrenaline of battle, the glory of winning, but nothing was quite like the rush of kissing you for the first time. 

it was messy and urgent, both of you aware that, at any moment, you could be interrupted. your noses were bumping together, teeth clacking against each other. the metallic tang of blood lingered on luke’s tongue, but neither of you seemed to care. you even bit his lip slightly, as if you wanted more. armor sat heavy and cold between your chests, preventing you from getting closer. luke had never loathed the protective gear more. 

he made up for it by lodging one hand underneath your jaw, and snaking the other beneath the celestial bronze, beneath the cotton of your shirt, admiring how your pulse quickened under his thumb when he grazed the soft skin of your stomach. you tangled your hands into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. he groaned and felt you smirk against his lips. 

luke had kissed a few people before, sure, but never like this: like a knife to the gut, and if you pulled away, luke would surely bleed out and die. 

it wouldn’t be a hero’s death, in the traditional sense, but at least he’d die happy. 

how many heroes could claim that?

when luke ran out of air, feeling like his lungs were burning, he had to pull away. 

you glanced down at luke’s kiss-bitten lips, then back to his eyes. luke flushed under the intensity of your gaze. 

“just promise me something, tiger,” you whispered, voice hoarse. 

“anything.”

“come back alive.”

luke leaned forward and placed another kiss on your lips, this one much gentler than before.

“i promise.”

(iv. you love like a scar that won't fade)

the nightmares were getting worse. 

luke woke up in a cold sweat, taking gulps of air in an attempt to steady his breathing.

“luke.” 

your whisper did little to quell the pit of dread growing in his stomach, but it did enough to bring him back down to reality. 

he was at camp half-blood (fuck the gods of olympus), in the hermes cabin (fuck you, dad), in a bed next to yours (fuck, if he could tell you what — who — was going through his head, he would).

“i’m…i’m fine,” he murmured back, voice catching slightly on the lie. 

like clockwork, you shifted from your bed to his, slipping under the covers. it didn’t matter that it was a hot summer night, and the minute your legs touched his, he could feel himself starting to overheat. 

your thumb brushed over the thick edge of his scar, up his cheekbone to the corner of his eye. it had been a year, living with this reminder. a reminder that he had failed, just as much as his father and the olympians had failed him. 

luke tried to pretend that he didn’t come back from his quest as a shell of who he once was. after all, it was meant to be his shining moment as a demigod, meant to gain him all the glory and father’s praise he once wished for. 

what a fucking joke.

every morning, luke would crawl into a different skin. he welcomed new campers and taught sword-fighting. he laughed with chris and his other siblings and strategized with annabeth for capture the flag. he would be the easy-going, charming, skillful senior counselor who respected the gods and honored them in everything he did. 

again: a fucking joke.

nights were different, though, with you so close to him, you who could always see right through him.

every night, luke was a fourteen-year old boy again, with so much rage and resentment he didn't know what to do with it. 

of course, you were always you - a bleeding heart underneath layers of armor. you didn't care about fate, or the gods, or the titans. you cared about justice, you cared about what was right and fair. 

most of all, you cared about luke.

“you were screaming,” you told him, voice barely cutting through the soft snores and sleeptalkings of your other cabinmates. 

“sorry,” he managed. looking at you in the dull moonlight, luke noticed the deep shadows under your eyes. 

“it’s fine. you just….you scared me, tiger.” 

your hand still rested on his cheek, and for a second, luke hoped you would kiss him, but you didn’t. instead, you told him to try and get some sleep, and sank further into his bed before closing your eyes. 

for the hundredth night in a row, luke hoped you couldn’t hear his heart hammering in his chest as you fell asleep next to him.

since coming back from his quest, luke didn’t have it in him to suggest being anything other than friends, and you didn’t push it. there had been a few....moments between you, sure, but nothing more.

luke thought you might have changed your mind, because who would want to be with a bitter, worthless, wannabe hero? then again, that voice haunting his dreams…. luke could change that. 

but, at what cost?

(v. you protect people as ruthlessly as a starving dog)

luke could hear you talking to percy jackson outside. though he couldn’t quite determine what was being said, as much as he tried.

you entered the bathroom and instantly caught luke’s eyes in the mirror. you were wearing your faded pyjama shorts with cartoon crows, and a flannel shirt that luke had a sneaking suspicion might have been his. you smiled at him before setting up at the counter, one sink between you. 

“what was that about?” luke asked after spitting out a mouthful of minty toothpaste.

“oh, nothing.” you were searching through your toiletry bag for something, and seemed to come up short. “hey, do you have any extra dental floss?”

luke threw some over to you. as you effortlessly caught it, he noticed your knuckles, bruised and bloodied.

“what happened?” 

you finished flossing and briefly examined your hands before pulling out your toothbrush. 

“it’s not a big deal,” you assured. “some ares kids were picking on percy, and then they started pushing him around, like, really pushing him around, so….” 

“....you decided to send them to the infirmary.”

you squeezed some toothpaste on your brush before continuing. “i don’t need you to lecture me about how i shouldn’t be fighting with other campers because i’ve been here longer and i should be a good role model. you know what a good role model does? not let kids beat up other kids and think the worst punishment they’ll get is no dessert for a week.”

luke watched carefully as you jammed the toothbrush in your mouth and brushed with such force, he was worried your teeth might dislodge. he knew that you would shed blood for someone you loved, and that you didn’t particularly care if you had to break rules in doing so, because you believed that what was written was not necessarily what was right. 

in fact, luke loved that about you.

no, it wasn’t the fighting that luke cared about — it was who you were fighting for. 

percy was a good kid, he really was. luke just didn’t want you getting attached. 

“i wasn’t going to lecture you. i’m guessing chiron already did?” 

you nodded and spat out what looked like a combination of toothpaste and blood. you rinsed your mouth until the water lost its pinkish hue. once you were done, luke continued his train of thought.

“i just didn’t realize you cared so much about him.”

“about percy?” 

luke could tell that he didn’t have your full attention. you were packing your stuff back up, accidentally tossing luke’s dental floss into your bag, but he had more pressing matters to deal with.

“yeah. the kid’s only been at camp for three days, and you’re already acting like his guard dog.”

you finally turned to luke and glared at him. 

“maybe. but percy’s sweet and he doesn’t seem like the type to put up with bullshit. he’s been through a lot, and annabeth seems to like him, too. as far as i’m concerned, percy’s one of us, and i’m not going to let anyone push him around.”

luke raised an eyebrow at you. “he’s sweet?”

“yeah. like, just now, he gave me some blue raspberry jelly beans as a thank you. said his mom used to work at a candy store. he also wanted me to apologize to you for him. he feels bad about beating you in sword-fighting earlier.” 

you scoffed, like you resented luke for having to apologize to him on percy’s behalf. you definitely did not appreciate that guard dog comment. luke clenched his jaw, seething over what you had just said. 

satisfied with his reaction, you gave luke that nauseating smile of yours, tilted your head towards the exit. a truce, because you never liked to fight with luke for too long, and a order, because you knew luke would always follow. 

the two of you began walking back to your cabin in the warm mid-june air. 

“i wouldn’t say he beat me,” luke huffed. “it was beginner’s luck.”

“sure, tiger. it was beginner’s luck that disarmed the best swordsman we’ve had in the last 300 years.”

you nudged luke’s shoulder with yours, but he recoiled from your touch. 

“are you trying to make me feel worse?” luke tried his best to avoid snapping at you, keeping his tone measured.

“i’m just saying that maybe the kid has natural talent and that doesn’t make you any less talented. there’s no need to get jealous.”

luke resisted the urge to growl at your suggestion. 

to be clear, he was not jealous. it’s just that luke had spent years of blood, sweat, and tears getting to where he was then, and percy jackson had just gotten to camp. 

and, to be even more clear, luke was not jealous of how you were already defending percy with your whole body and your whole heart, the way you did for him. 

by then, you reached the front of the hermes cabin. luke could already hear the commotion of what he would need to deal with as soon as he walked in. the burden of being head counselor, one he approached with an elastic smile that could snap at any moment. 

you tugged on luke’s sleeve before he could open the door. 

“hey. are we okay?”

luke looked down at your fingers grasping the fabric of a sweatshirt he was just realizing was yours. your nails were painted a dark red, now chipped after a week of wear. you had begged luke to paint his nails then, and once again, he gave in. he even started to like the purple you had chosen just for him, so deep it was almost black. the same color you were wearing the first time you and luke met.

he smiled at the memory — a real smile, no plastic — and then smiled back up at you.

“we’re fine, karma.” and he moved to enter the cabin. luke could hear the threat of an argument bubbling up, what sounded like a petty one over a prank gone wrong.

“wait.” you tugged at his (your) sweatshirt once more. “there’s something i wanted to talk to you about, about tomorrow night—”

“annabeth called a meeting during free time.”

“yeah, i know, it’s just —”

“she’ll run through strategy for capture the flag then.”

“one of the aphrodite senior campers asked me to the campfire,” you blurted it out, and luke decided to ignore the sound of a fight breaking out from behind the wooden door.

what in the name of hades were you talking about?

“they asked you out? like…like a….” luke didn’t even want to speak the word, scared it would make it real.

“a date,” you said casually, as if that one word didn’t rip luke’s heart in a million pieces. “i said yes.” an admission that took all those pieces and set them on fire. 

sure, in the seven years since you and luke met, you’d each talked about boys, about girls, about dating and kissing them and going further. but there was something about this one that felt different. something about the way you told him.

“but, listen, i wanted to let you know it’s not —”

“good for you,” was all luke said through gritted teeth before someone started calling his name again, louder and more urgently, and he had to duck inside.  

(vi. you taste like burning cherries and righteous anger)

your team had won capture the flag, of course. the biggest news of the evening, though: percy jackson was the son of the sea god. 

he was a forbidden child, the hero of the great prophecy. 

everything was falling into place. 

all luke should be thinking about is kronos’ plan, and his role in it, and how a world without the gods of olympus was that much more in reach.  

unfortunately, for the time being, he was so consumed by you. 

you, from across the campfire, sporting cutoff denim shorts and fresh wounds from the game earlier. you, who had wrapped your knuckles in gauze, concealing their bruising, fixed the chips in your nail polish and stacked rings on your fingers. (for the record: luke had gifted you the one on your left thumb.) you, with dark lips that whispered too closely and laughed too loudly with a child of aphrodite— jordan li.

you hadn’t so much as looked at luke since congratulating each other on another win. when chiron announced his weekly gratitude to the gods at the start of that night’s campfire, you didn’t punctuate your resentment with your usual eye-roll or biting remark. you were too busy giggling at something jordan said.

luke wanted to be the one to whisper jokes in your ear. he wanted to be the one you left lipstick stains on later, along his jaw and down his neck. he wanted to be the one who kissed the blade mark on your shoulder and the bruises on your knuckles. 

and yet, hours passed and it seemed that the thought of luke had never so much as crossed your mind. he found himself at an after hours party with a few senior campers on the beach. a lethal recipe: a poorly crafted bonfire, some contraband drinks and you in jordan li’s lap, playing with their hair and pretending luke castellan did not exist. 

meanwhile, luke had katie gardner’s full attention. she was talking to him about the strawberry season, potentially leaning a bit too close into luke’s personal space, definitely flirting with him. 

luke could have done a lot worse than the head counselor of the demeter cabin, who always smelled like fresh lavender, whose eyes were the bright green of spring grass and whose lips tasted like golden honey. 

the problem was that luke only wanted you, and his eyes kept sliding over to where you were kissing jordan’s cheek, and he accidentally called the girl he was kissing by your name, which did not make her happy. 

katie threw her drink in his face, told him to wake the fuck up, and walked away.

a chorus of gasps and chuckles erupted as luke stood there, diet coke and vodka seeping into his shirt. the commotion seemed to capture your attention, because you suddenly appeared next to luke, an empty bottle of cherry soda in your hand.

“rough night, tiger?” your voice, that nickname, made luke sick, his face twisting into a frown. you don’t seem to notice or care. instead, you switched your bottle with luke’s and took a sip.

“looks like you were having a pretty good time,” luke practically sneered. “where’s your date?” 

 “they went to bed.” you swallowed a mouthful of beer, grimacing at its bitterness. “gods, this is terrible. you and i should go on the drink run next time — we have better taste.”

“so, are you and jordan like a thing now?”

you gave luke a smile he didn’t quite understand, but made his stomach churn in ways only you could. “would that be a problem?”

“of course not.” he answered way too quickly for that to be true. 

“let’s get out of here,” you suggested. “i think katie is about this close to strangling you with a tree branch.”

luke glanced over your shoulder to where green eyes glared back at him. 

nowhere could luke find it in him to care. he wasn’t even sorry. he just shrugged, took the bottle back from you, took his first sip all night. luke almost gagged (because of course you were right, and the stoll brothers had better fake ids than they had taste) but he suppressed it. 

“no. i’m good.”

biggest lie he ever said. like there wasn’t anger caught in his throat and jealousy swelling between his ribs.

“go find jordan,” he taunted. “kiss them, show them a good time! isn’t that the reason why you got all pretty?”

you narrowed your eyes at him carefully. your nostrils were slightly flared, and luke took a bit of pride in being able to rile you up.

“look, we haven’t really talked lately, and i think we should.”

“go find jordan,” he mocked once more. “almost all the aphrodite kids are here, and i’m sure you can be quiet enough to sneak into their cabin and if you want a quick fu—”

“luke.” you clipped his name, obviously getting to the limit of your patience with him. “if you want to stay here all night and be an asshole, you’re welcome to. you should know, though, that your happy-go-lucky hero mask is starting to crack and i don’t know if you could deal with the fallout from it shattering completely.”

you leaned in close and whispered that last part, very aware of the chattering that stopped and the eyes that watched the pair of you anxiously. luke was usually good at hiding that part of himself who wanted to burn the world down. 

in ways you didn’t realize, you were right: he couldn’t risk revealing it, not now.

not yet. 

“do whatever you want, castellan,” you spat out his last name, the combination of letters foreign in your mouth.“i’m leaving.”

luke should be proud of himself. he waited a whole two seconds before following you like a stray dog. 

luke didn’t know if he’d ever felt you that enraged by him, and it horrified him. it also made him hungry for more. 

“i’m not sure that jordan would want the two of us alone together at night,” he shouted after you, words echoing into the starless sky.

“gods, enough about jordan!” luke practically ran into you with how fast you turned around to confront him. “i was helping them with that stupid aphrodite tradition!”

“you….” luke faltered, all the snark leaving his body. “what?”

luke remembered silena beauregard once explaining the rite of passage to him: to prove themselves, a child of aphrodite had to make someone fall in love with them, and then break their heart.

“why…why would you agree to do that?”

you had reached the dining area by then, and you sat on one of the steps leading to the pavilion. luke stayed a few feet away, looking at you cautiously. 

“jordan and i are already friends, and they figured a fake relationship would be the way to avoid anyone from actually getting hurt in the process.”

“you seemed so…so into it, though,” luke stammered, the memory of you in jordan’s lap, laughter bubbling from your lips, still fresh.

“it’s called acting, dumbass.” the camp didn’t rely on electricity, but there were enough torches around that luke could see you roll your eyes. “anyways, i was trying to give you a heads-up last night, but you wouldn’t listen.” you took a deep breath. “and, honestly, i didn’t push it because….i figured i should test a hypothesis.”

a hypothesis? you’d known annabeth for too long.

“what hypothesis?”

you hesitated. 

“it doesn’t matter. fuck, this was stupid,” you muttered, and without another word, stormed through the dining pavilion, a short cut to the hermes cabin. your footsteps fell heavy against the marble, and luke’s not far behind. 

“what hypothesis?” he asked again.

nothing but rushed footsteps.

“what hypothesis?” luke finally yelled.

third time was the charm, because you stopped in your tracks and faced luke once again. a fire burned in the bronze brazier, where campers were forced to offer up portions of your food to the gods at every meal. its roaring seemed to captivate you, and the flames danced across your face, illuminating all your curves and edges.

“i’m angry at the gods,” you stated. 

this caught luke off guard. from the day the two of you met, luke knew you shared that feeling. you’d gotten quieter with your rage as you’d gotten older. luke supposed he got better at hiding it himself, as well. 

“i’m angry at the gods for letting bad shit happen even if they can stop it, and for building this world in the fucked up way they did. i’m angry at your dad for the way he’s treated you, but — you, luke castellan.” you finally met luke’s eyes with a gaze so sharp, luke almost felt himself bleed. “i’m also angry at you, and not just for your bullshit tonight.” 

your admission felt like a punch to the stomach, and luke was left with no air to breathe.

did you know?

“you haven’t been the same since your quest,” you continued, words slow and deliberate, the way you spoke when you were worried your voice would shake. “and i’ve come to terms with that in the past few years, but you….you’ve never tried to ice me out before. you’ve been acting distant since december, and it’s been driving me insane. do you realize how much i miss my best …..” you swallowed the word friend. “how much i miss you?”

luke hesitated, because what could he say? i know i’ve been distant, but i’ve been busy trying to start a war between the gods. sorry babe! 

would you hate him, if you knew? 

you had to have known that, despite the distance, luke missed you. for tartarus sake, in the last two days, he’d driven himself mad at you calling a fourteen year old boy sweet, and he was about to combust at the image of you dating someone else, with little care as to the collateral damage. 

"you can't just avoid me, makeout with katie fucking gardner, and then….” you trailed off, hiding your face in your hands. whether it was to hide embarrassment or tears, luke wasn’t sure.

a smirk spread across luke’s face at the revelation that he hadn’t been the only one jealous at the bonfire that night. it lit luke up with the confidence he needed to not completely fall to his knees in front of you, beg for your forgiveness for everything he’s done.

“why do you care if i make out with katie fucking gardner?” 

as he waited for a response, luke walked towards you until your back hit one of the marble columns. 

“why do you care if i’m with jordan fucking li?” you clenched your jaw and looked right through luke. a clear indication that you wanted him to break down first; it wouldn’t be you who yielded this fight.

“because i want to be the one you’re with.�� at that point, luke was so close to you that he swore he could hear your heartbeat. he reached out and played with the hem of your shorts. “why do you care if i make out with katie gardner?”

“because.” you drew in a sharp breath when luke’s fingers brushed underneath the denim, across the warm skin of your thigh. you closed your eyes. “don’t make me say it, tiger.” 

the desperation in your voice made luke want to do unholy things with you, to you. luke knew you didn’t think of him as a saint, and you never expected him to be one. the reality was that you weren’t much better, either. what was essentially an altar to the gods burned bright next to you, but it seemed neither of you had ever cared less about it than in that moment. 

luke would watch olympus fall. he would dethrone the gods and watch their glass castle shatter and find glory in a new world. in the grand scheme of things, he was willing to lose this battle.

in fact, he would have rather betrayed the titan lord himself than waste another second not kissing your lips. 

so, he kissed you, and you kissed him back with such force, such hunger, it was ungodly.

no, you certainly weren’t a saint — but you were divine, in the most brutal, intoxicating way. in the way you shuddered when luke lodged a leg between your thighs; in the way you threaded your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans to bring him closer; in the way the metal of your rings burned through the skin of his hip, right to the bone, which made him shudder, and you smile triumphantly against his jaw.

the more he tasted your smirk flavored by cherry soda and the ashes of nearby flames, the more he felt your feral teeth against his neck and your wicked nails digging into his shoulders, the more you tugged on his curls, the more luke thought: maybe. 

maybe you would give into your seething resentment, live up to those eye-rolls and snarky comments that got you in trouble with chiron, on the edge of hot water with the gods. maybe you would join the titan army. maybe, just maybe, this time, you would follow luke.

and yet — maybe wasn’t enough if it meant he could lose this. luke wouldn’t risk it, not until he kissed every battle scar and bruise on your body, and you did the same to his. 

“wait.”

it was the last thing luke wanted to do, but he complied. he took the opportunity to appreciate the chaos he created: your shirt in disarray, your lipstick a mess, your chest heaving and desperate to catch a breath. 

“i promised jordan that we’d keep up our charade for a week, two at the most. do you think we could keep this…” you tightened your fist around the fabric of his shirt. “a secret until then?”

luke responded by pressing his lips to yours once more, because there were definitely worse secrets to keep.

(vii. you wouldn’t hesitate to make him bleed)

luke had just left percy jackson to die.

he should be leaving camp, now, but he needed to see you one last time. 

the universe works in mysterious ways, because you were out on a run through the forest, and you crossed paths before he even had time to wonder where you were.

“hey, tiger.” you smiled as if this was a regular afternoon. the two of you would teach your afternoon activities, sneak away during dinner so luke could kiss you in that spot that made you gasp. “wanna join me? i was just wrapping up, but i could be convinced to go longer.”

for a second, he was tempted to. very tempted. 

“i don’t have much time.”

you seemed to notice luke’s sullen mood and you dropped your playful demeanor. 

luke explained: the messages from kronos in his dreams, him stealing the lightning bolt and helm of darkness to start a war between the gods and framing percy. the plan to destroy olympus that luke had pledged his life to.

percy was surprised at what luke had done, and luke could imagine that the rest of camp would be, too. luke was the golden boy of camp half-blood, everyone’s big brother. 

you, on the other hand, didn’t express any sense of shock. 

“luke.” you said his name like you weren’t quite sure it was poison. “i’m going to give you five seconds to tell me that you’re joking.”

five seconds of silence passed. you took a few steps back from luke.

“i….i should have told you sooner.”

“yeah,” you scoffed. “you should have. but, you didn’t. did it feel good, having the titan king whispering sweet nothings in your ear? all the lies about how this war is the only way to get the glory you so desperately want? it’s fucking delusional.” 

“it’s not delusional—”

“yes, it is!” you glared at him. “you’re on the wrong side of a war you made the mistake of starting.”

luke straightened his posture, thinking about how hypocritical you were being. 

“isn’t this what you’re all about? revenge, karma. your mom will probably join us, too. don’t you want to see the gods finally get what they deserve?”

“not like this. i can’t believe how desperate you are, to believe that kronos is going to make everything right. it’s pathetic,” you spat. “i’m not saying the gods don’t deserve to be taken down a notch. their fucking obsession with power and glory….it’s sick and twisted, but i don’t think your titan king is any better. i don’t think you are any better.” 

“it’s time that the gods fall. this is the only way, even if it isn’t perfect,” luke countered. his voice was firmer now as he absorbed your anger. your mother was the goddess of revenge, but you clearly didn't understand the sacrifices, pain, and blood that was required to make the world a better place.  

luke just needed to convince you.

“we’ve talked about this for years,” he continued. “nothing is balanced! there’s no justice here, for anyone.  we can build a better world where we don’t have to burn our scraps and throw ourselves at monsters to get attention. we can fight together like we always have. y/n, i love—”

“don’t,” you snapped. “don’t you fucking dare. you should have died on your quest.” your voice laced with venom. one hand gripping the knife you always kept on your belt. “that dragon should have fucking sliced through you and saved us all the trouble.”

something pricked in the back of his throat, down to his stomach.

“you don’t mean that.”

“i do,” you promised. “at least you would have died with all of us thinking you’re a hero instead of the traitor you really are.”

you grabbed your knife, took a fighting stance. 

“i’m not going to fight you,” was all luke could say. he noticed your hand tremble, and you tightened the grip on your knife to prevent emotion from slipping through your invisible armor. 

in that moment, you have could slice through luke, and it would hurt less than everything you just said, less than the murderous look you were giving him, like he was just another monster you wouldn’t think twice about sending to tartarus.

luke didn’t even have a chance to unsheathe his sword before you charged at him, but he quickly had you pinned to the ground, the tip of your own knife pointed at you. he hesitated. the blade pressed harder against your cheek than he intended, enough to break the skin and let a few droplets of dark crimson escape. 

“please come with me,” he pleaded. you didn’t answer, but you did seem surprised by the softness of his voice. 

a few moments passed, the celestial bronze still between you. luke waited for you to see his way, to yield to his proposal.

you didn’t. instead, you took advantage of the situation. you wrapped your leg around his and flipped your position. in the process, you regained possession of your knife. without the hesitation that held luke back, you sliced through his cheek, deep. luke bit his lip to suppress a groan, tasting blood. your gaze set his whole body on fire as he waited for your next move. that was when you glanced down at his camp necklace, and the new clay bead added to commemorate this summer.

a turquoise trident.

“percy told me he was on his way to see you,” you realized. “what did you do?”

luke didn’t answer. he knew then that a choice ran through your head. 

and it stung, just a little, watching you sprint away through the trees in a last ditch effort to save percy’s life. 

there was a small, pathetic part of luke that wanted you to choose him, even if it meant you would have plunged the knife into his chest.

[the-thing-withfeathers]

envy

requested

a/n: uurrrgghh i love u wednesday addams <33 and i love jealous wednesday even moooore

pairing: wednesday addams x f!reader

disclosure: all characters are aged up to 18-19!! but still follows show timeline.

warnings: angst (?) but not rlly, comfort & fluff at the end!!

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everyone in your class hated botany. it was an incredibly complicated class— not for you though, you found yourself breezing straight through it.

you sat next to wednesday in class, you two had fallen into a pattern of sitting next to each other. you had gotten close over the last few months after the hyde was defeated— or at least, you thought you two were getting closer. there wasn’t any way to know for sure since wednesday was just incredibly hard to read.

you even found yourself forming the smallest (biggest) of crushes on the girl. you’d observe her in class, her unwavering focus on the task at hand and how her face scrunched up when writing something down. even when you weren’t in class, you were observing her, when she clicked away on her little typewriter— that was when you stared the most.

you enjoyed your time with her, and she never seemed to decline spending a few moments together. when you two weren’t out graverobbing, you were having lunch at the quad together or watching some obnoxious movie you suggested.

sometimes, you’d even catch her smiling at you— or at least in your presence.

of course, you thought she could never return the sentiment. not after tyler, and not after how she promised she wouldn’t be like her parents.

you tuned back into reality and realised she was staring straight back at you. you quickly turned your head to look back at her paper.

“something wrong?” she asked, a snarky tone in her voice.

“no! nothing.” you said, your face immediately turning red. “sorry, was just distracted.”

“by…” she paused. “me?”

“maybe. would that be so bad?” you didn’t know where that came from. you had chronic foot-in-mouth syndrome when it came to her. you knew she was probably going to kill you for saying that.

“yes. it would be. you’re not usually distracted in this class… and i don’t want your eyes on me.” she said, looking back at her work.

could’ve been worse!

you sighed and looked back down at your paper as well.

you put all your focus into your work for the rest of class, completing the worksheet despite the stall of progress.

when the bell chimed, you stood up while packing your things away. you and wednesday had planned to see enid at the quad for lunch. you let wednesday walk in front of you— you were nothing if not polite.

“hey, can i see you for a second?” your professor got your attention. you gestured for wednesday to go ahead. she nodded and turned around, walking away.

“how can i help?— hey yoko.” you said, turning to the vampire that was also standing at your teacher’s desk. you two were already known to each other, seeing as she was close with enid and you were all in the same friend group. you and yoko never really spent time alone together but you would still count her as a friend.

“ms. tanaka is struggling a bit in class and needs some extra help.” your teacher started. “i thought you would be the best person to tutor her as you excel in this class. if you can find the time, of course.”

“well, i’m happy to help.” you smiled over at yoko. “i’m sure we’ll be able to find some time.”

“thanks. i appreciate that.” she said, giving you a toothy smile— or a fangy smile, in her case.

you nodded as your teacher dismissed you both.

“you joining our table for lunch?” you asked her as you both walked out of the classroom. you both walked in the direction of the quad.

“nah, meeting divina for lunch.”

“fair enough.” you shrugged.

“oh!” yoko said, whipping her phone out of her pocket as you two reached the quad. “before i forget! lemme get your number so i can ask you for your schedule.”

you nodded as she handed her phone to you. you typed your number in and handed it back to her.

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across the quad, wednesday was glaring holes straight through the two of you. enid noticed the raven-haired girl get quiet and followed her eyeline, sighing as she turned back to look at her.

“you’re going to kill yourself if you don’t say anything.” enid commented. she was the only one brave enough to say something to wednesday.

“what in the world are you talking about?” she asked, still eyeing you as you gave your number to yoko. wednesday had no idea why she suddenly felt the pit of her stomach start to boil.

she wasn’t jealous, she couldn’t be.

she didn’t have feelings for you, she couldn’t.

could she?

you waved goodbye to yoko and turned around to look at enid and wednesday. her eyes flicked straight back to the food in front of her. you approached and took a seat next to wednesday.

“hey guys.” you said.

“what was that about with yoko?” enid asked.

“oh! i got asked to tutor her in botany.” you clarified.

“i’m sure she appreciates that. you’ll help her a lot.” enid nodded in approval.

“hopefully! i’ve never really tutored someone before.”

wednesday started to drown out your conversation with enid as confusion fuzzed up her brain.

“hey, you.” you got her attention, nudging her shoulder a little bit. “i can literally hear the cogs turning in your brain.”

“just thinking about my writing.” she lied through her teeth, waving a hand in dismissal.

“you must be thinking hard. writer’s block?” you asked, she didn’t like how you seemed like you cared.

“no… just in between two options.” she huffed and turned away from you slightly. “leave me to my thoughts.”

“okay…”

okay?! just okay?!

she didn’t like that you didn’t tease any further. she was too busy in her own head trying to figure out why the thought of you tutoring yoko was pissing her off so much.

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she figured it out a week later when she noticed you hadn’t seen each other that entire 7 days.

you hadn’t come by to visit, not even to see enid. and she realised it was because you were too busy tutoring yoko. yoko was big on snapchat so when wednesday peeked over on enid’s phone and saw the two of you on her snap story posing in the library.

a part of wednesday wanted to storm into the library and grab you away, redirecting your attention to where it should actually be.

she hated herself for thinking something like that. gone were the days of wednesday addams thinking she didn’t care for you. she cared, and she cared deeply.

it was even worse when she looked to her right in botany class and saw that your chair was empty. her head snapped to look at the back of the classroom, hoping, praying, that maybe it couldn’t be. but it was.

there you were, sitting next to yoko. you were leaning over to help her with her worksheet. you were too close, she thought. way too close.

you had the nerve to wave at her when you caught her staring, only earning a scowl back from the girl. she couldn’t focus on her work for the rest of the subject, maybe it was a blessing in disguise!

maybe your teacher would ask you to tutor her too.

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she tried to get your attention that day.

you and yoko were meeting in the library and wednesday had stationed herself to stand directly across from you.

“hey wednesday.” yoko said when the shorter girl took her stance.

“yoko.” she replied, turning to look at you. “you. i need you to help me with the bees.”

“wednesday, i can’t just leave. i have to help yoko. can i join you after?”

yes. yes. yes.

“no. don’t bother.” goddamn it, addams. you’re slacking. she hated that you put yoko over her, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask again. that wasn’t in her nature.

she turned around and stomped out of the library. you watched her with a worried eye.

“good on you for pissing addams off.” yoko snickered.

“shut up.” you two had gotten closer as friends, being able to banter a bit more.

“she’s probably gonna go slaughter someone with that rage.” she said.

“mmhm…” you muttered in response, focused on the door closing behind the girl that walked away.

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“can you be any louder?” wednesday muttered while she was typing on her keyboard. enid was sitting on her own bed, scrolling away at her phone.

“you know, you’re getting more irritable every second you let this go on.” enid said, wednesday could hear her eye rolls.

“i would rather die than talk to her again.” wednesday leaned back in her chair and pushed herself away from the typewriter.

“ugh! you’re so insufferable!” enid said, getting up and stomping out of their room.

great. now enid was upset. wednesday did not like dealing with that.

enid slammed the door behind her as she left, wednesday almost flinched.

a few minutes later, wednesday heard a knock.

“it’s embarrassing that you stormed out but even more embarrassing that you forgot your key—“ wednesday started as she opened the door, cutting herself off when she realised the figure standing in front of her wasn’t enid.

it was you.

“hey.” you greeted.

“hi. what’re you doing here?” wednesday asked, a glare in her eye.

“uh… enid texted me saying you were in trouble and having a hard time studying.”

no way.

“no. i’m fine.”

“okay.” you said, turning to walk away.

no way.

“wait!” wednesday called out. “yes, i need help.” she stepped aside to let you into her room.

“okay…” you said, walking in.

“do you know any other word other than okay?!” she asked, suddenly irritated at your presence.

“sorry… i just didn’t know what else to say.” you shrugged. wednesday pulled a chair up next to hers at the desk.

you sat down in the chair, dropping your bag at the side of the desk and pulling out your book.

“what were you having trouble with?” you asked, smiling up at her.

how could you smile at her knowing how much distress you brought her over the past few days?

“poison.” she answered, firmly.

“okay, wednesday. are you just asking because you’re trying to craft one of your deadly concoctions again?” you asked with a joking tone but you were absolutely dead serious. “and you shouldn’t need help with poison, it’s the thing that amuses you most in that class.”

“actually yes, i’m trying to kill the girl that brings me stress all the time.” she answered, sarcastically— the sarcasm was clear to her, not to you.

your smile disappeared. “oh… who… who are we talking about…?”

“a girl that likes to tutor vampires.”

your head tilted in confusion, why was she out to get you?

“wednesday… have i upset you?” you asked her, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“yes…” she said, sitting down beside you. you shuffled away, despite your feelings for her, she still scared you. she was more than capable of wrapping her hands around your throat and ending your life then and there.

“what have i done?” you put your book away, still keeping an eye on her.

“you left me alone for days.” she crossed her arms, you saw a pout forming on her lips. she felt that pout forming and tried to stop it.

“i didn’t realise you missed me.” you said, she started to regret pushing you away so much. “you’re not exactly my biggest fan…”

“i never said that.” she shook her head, her braids swinging side to side. “i just… i didn’t know how to deal with the fact that i care about you.” she said, that was the most honest you’d ever seen her. you had to choose your next words carefully or else she might pull away.

“i care about you too, wednesday. that’s no secret.” you cracked a smile. “were you jealous that i had been spending time with yoko…?”

“no. i don’t get jealous.” she turned away, looking at the desk. she was horrible at lying to you.

your smile became warmer as you reached over, twirling one of her braids between your fingers. you saw a red hue creep onto her cheeks, that was the most color you saw on her face ever. you slowly leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek.

“you’re pretty when you care.” you whispered as you pulled away.

it took everything in her not to just jump your bones right then and there, but she held herself back.

you stood up, collecting your things.

“okay, how about this then…” you put your bag on your shoulder. “you, me. the weathervane, tomorrow after school?” you asked.

“that would be ideal. but what about yoko?” she asked you, gritting her teeth at the mention of the vampire.

“oh! she’s doing heaps better. she actually passed our last test. we were just doing some reading in the library most of the time.”

“what?!” wednesday exclaimed, standing up. “you’re telling me you were lying about the tutoring?”

“yeah, only for the last two days though. enid kinda let it slip that you were upset about us. just wanted to see what you’d do.” you snickered and turned around to walk out the door before she could get your hands on you. “see you tomorrow, addams! you and that blush on your face.” you teased, walking out the door.

“you…” she gritted her teeth. “i’ll kill you!”

you poked your head back in.

“you care too much about me now.”

unfortunately, you were right.

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬 lando norris x fem! reader x oscar piastri ( smut ) fic summary . . . nothing, just filthy threesom smut

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content warnings . . . MDNI +18!!, threesom, bottom oscar, soft dom reader, soft dom lando, anal, riding.

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“I’m not teasing you too much, am I?” You smile, tossing your shirt off. Oscar gulped at the sight of you sitting on the floor between his thighs, a whine falling from his lips unintentionally at the sight of kissing his inner whines. The whine Oscar let out was enough to drive you more hungry.

Licking a path up his thighs, you shifted closer until your knees hit the bed Oscar was sitting on. You could practically feel his shaky breaths as you took his lip in your mouth. His moans followed suit, one of his hands hovering over your head in frustration and need.

You enjoyed feeling Oscar yearning for you, his little whines and gasps when your tongue slid over his tip. He whispered a little please in hopes that you’d take the rest of his length in your mouth but you didn’t. The needy moan that vibrated in his throat when you pulled away got you smiling.

“No no, please,” Oscar begged softly at the sight of Lando sitting behind you.  He gritted his teeth, watching the Brit wrap his arms around you and pull you in a French kiss, forgetting him all pulsing and mad.

“I-I got a podium, please,” his beg came again. You couldn’t help but giggle, looking at the Aussie from the corner of your eye whilst still busy with Lando.

“I mean he is right,” you hum against Lando’s lips. “Today should be all about him, no? A podium in Monaco is something.” 

Lando looked up at Oscar with an amused smirk. “What do you have in mind?”

Oscar visibly gulped at the two hungry and lustful stars he received. It felt like two lions deciding how to torment their prey. 

You climbed up on the bed, straddling Oscar's lap who crawled backwards in return. The anxiousness was written clearly on his face and you can’t help but enjoy it. The smile never left your face once as you rolled on your back and pulled Oscar on top of you. 

Without hesitation you pull him down from the back of his neck, chuckling at the sight of Lando pouring lube on his hand as he got on the bed behind Oscar. You had to take the opportunity, reaching with your free hand to guide Oscar's dick to your entrance. And happily, Oscar didn’t need to be told twice, pushing in with a moan.

You cupped his cheeks with a smile, biting your bottom lip while Oscar only gave you a pout, leaning back down for another kiss. Your shared kisses were always soft and loving. They somehow always drove Oscar hungry yet full. You can feel his shaky breaths each time he pulls for oxygen before leaning back in for more.

One of your hands traveled to the back of his head playing with his hair and soon enough you heard the scream you were expecting. 

"No, no, no," you found yourself laughing at the sight of Oscar as he jolted and moved forward to try and escape only for Lando to pull him back from his hips. 

The Aussie was visibly shaking at the foreign feeling of Lando's finger coated with cold gel, pressed into the hole of his ass.

"Oh, come on," you cooed, cupping Oscar's cheek and pressing soft pecks to his lips. "You wanted the attention. I think it's only fair if you get it from both ends." you hum. Oscar only whimpered in reply, keeping his eyes shut as he tried to process what his body felt.

You sat up so you could both watch Lando and still comfort Oscar simultaneously. Holding the Ausie's head in your shoulder, you watched his body twitch and squirm as his teammate invaded his insides.

"So tight," Lando finds himself smirking. You felt Oscar squirm and lean further in your embrace as Lando starts thrusting the finger, in and out in and out. "You have to relax, Osc," the Brit warns, pushing his finger deeper causing the younger of the McLaren drivers to squirm and grip at your thighs and hips.

You could feel the moment Lando added another finger. Oscar arched back and whimpered, attempting to vocally communicate the difficulty he was facing but he only nabled little whines and whimpers as his body lightly rocked back and forth with Lando’s palm.

When Lando decides that Oscar’s loosened enough, he's flipped on his back so Lando can sit between his thighs better. You wrap your arms under the Ausie'sarms and around his chest as Lando holds his hips and positions himself. You could see the hungry look in the green eyes. With the way Lando wets his lips and fixes Oscar in front of him, you could tell this was going to be a rough night for the poor Oscar.

The Australian buries his face in the crook of your neck and practically melts into your touch, searching for comfort to make up for the fear he's drowning in. Still, you're too focused on the sight in front of you, mindlessly tracing shapes to Oscar's chest as you take in and admire the sight of Lando.

As Lando slowly pushes inside Oscar, you hold the Aussie tightly, feeling his body tense up beneath you. Oscar's fingers dig into your shoulders, his breathing ragged against your skin. You stroke his back soothingly, whispering reassurances as Lando begins to move.

"Lando, easy . . . slow," you urge, watching the Brit's face contort with concentration. Oscar whimpers, his hips bucking involuntarily as Lando's thick cock stretches him open.

"Fuck, he's so tight," Lando grunts, his voice strained. But feels incredible.

Oscar nods frantically against your neck, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. You tighten your embrace, determined to ground him amidst the overwhelming sensations.

"It's okay, baby... just breathe," you murmur,

As Lando picks up pace, you focus on Oscar's reactions, sensing his body begin to relax and adapt to the intrusion. His whimpers gradually soften into low moans, hips starting to meet Lando's thrusts with increasing eagerness.

"You like that, don't you?" Lando teases, his voice husky with arousal. "Taking us both deep inside…"

Oscar's response is a choked cry, his nails scraping down your back as he arches into Lando's grip. You continue to caress his sweat-dampened skin, offering support and encouragement.

"That's it, Osc… Let go," you coax, feeling his climax building. "We've got you."

Lando's movements become more urgent, driving into Oscar with powerful strokes. The Aussie's moans escalate, turning into high-pitched cries of pleasure. You can feel the tension coiling tighter in his body, ready to snap.

Suddenly, Oscar's back seizes up, his entire frame shuddering as he comes undone. "Ah! Fuck, yes!" he screams, convulsing in your arms as his orgasm crashes through him.

Lando follows shortly after, slamming deep and holding still as he finds his own release. You cradle Oscar close, stroking his hair as he trembles through the aftershocks, panting heavily against your chest.

After a moment, Lando withdraws carefully, collapsing beside them with a satisfied sigh. You glance over at the Brit, noting the sheen of sweat on his brow and the satisfied smirk on his lips.

Lando's movements become more urgent, driving into Oscar with powerful strokes. The Aussie's moans escalate, turning into high-pitched cries of pleasure. You can feel the tension coiling tighter in his body, ready to snap.

Suddenly, Oscar's back seizes up, his entire frame shuddering as he comes undone. "Ah! Fuck, yes!" he screams, convulsing in your arms as his orgasm crashes through him.

Lando pulls out of Oscar, leaving the Aussie trembling and whimpering softly. He turns his attention to you, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. Your lips part eagerly, tongues tangling as he explores your mouth thoroughly.

Breaking the kiss, Lando gazes into your eyes, desire smoldering in their depths. "Ride him, love," he urges, nodding towards Oscar. "I'll take you from behind."

Oscar looks up at you pleadingly, his expression a mix of exhaustion and desperate need. "Yn… please…" he whispers hoarsely.

You smile reassuringly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Of course, babe," you murmur, reaching for the lube.

As you prepare yourself, Oscar's whines grow louder, his hips squirming restlessly against the mattress.

Once you're slicked up, you straddle Oscar's hips, guiding his hardening cock to your entrance. With a soft gasp, you sink down onto him, savoring the delicious stretch as he fills you up.

Oscar's hands fly to your waist, gripping tightly as he lets out a high-pitched yelp. "Shit, Yn… you're so full already," he pants, his voice breaking on a whimper.

You start to rock your hips, setting a slow rhythm that allows you both to adjust. Oscar's breath hitches with each movement, his body quivering beneath yours.

Just then, Lando positions himself behind Oscar, the head of his cock notching against the Aussie's stretched hole. "Ready for me, mate?" he asks, his voice low and husky with anticipation.

Oscar nods frantically, his eyes rolling back as he braces for Lando's entry. "Please, Lando… need you," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a grunt, Lando thrusts forward, sinking into Oscar's receptive heat with a smooth glide. Oscar's back arches off the bed, a sharp cry escaping his lips as he's filled once again.

You continue to ride Oscar, the three of you moving in tandem as Lando sets a steady pace from behind. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh mingle with Oscar's whimpers and moans, creating a sensual symphony.

As you pick up speed, Oscar's whines escalate into desperate pleas. "Harder… please, harder!" he chants, his hips bucking wildly between you and Lando.

You manage to tear your attention away from the erotic spectacle unfolding before you long enough to spot the discarded candy wrapper. With a playful grin, you pop the sweet into your mouth and then lean in to offer it to Oscar, who's still caught up in the throes of passion with Lando.

"Mmm, try some, babe," you encourage, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss. Oscar's tongue darts out to lick at the candy's flavor on yours, sending a thrill through you both.

Just as Oscar starts to savor the treat, Lando breaks away from his oral assault on your neck to eye the shared snack enviously. "May I?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

You nod, breaking the kiss with Oscar to turn your attention to the British bad boy.

Lando captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving past your lips to tangle with yours. The lingering sweetness of the candy mingles with the musk of sex, an intoxicating blend that makes your head spin.

As Lando devours your mouth, one hand snakes around to palm your breast, thumb rubbing over the sensitive peak. You moan into the kiss, arching into his touch.

The sound of Oscar's whimpers and gasps from beneath you serves as a reminder of the other lovers in this tangled web of pleasure. Lando seems to sense your thoughts, breaking the kiss to gaze into your eyes with a wicked glint.

[sumeruin]

♫♪: punishments!!

♫♪: pairing: dottore x bunny hybrid! reader

♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, slight yandere, aphrodisiac usage, dacryphilia, grinding, reader gets tied up, begging, mentions of being cut open (nothing really graphic though dw), if i missed anything let me know!!!

♫♪: a/n: happy easter!! :)

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

“zandik? do you think we could go for a walk sometime? it’s been a while since we’ve been able to do anything together.” dottore’s head immediately snapped in you direction, his eyes narrowed and full of suspicion.

“where did you hear that name?” you shoot him an innocent smile. “what do you mean? that’s your name, isn’t it, zandik? i think it’s a lovely name if i’m being honest.”

he scoffs, slowly approaching you like how a predator would approach its cornered prey. you feel a pit of anxiety and fear gnawing at your gut when you see the pure, unadulterated rage in his eyes, starting to think that maybe you had finally taken it too far.

dottore grips your face tightly in his hand once he reaches you, his other moving to rest wrapped around your neck. “you know very well what i mean. you know not to talk about my past.” he forces your head up to stare directly into his eyes, and you swear you see the corners of lips quirk up when he sees the glassy shimmer of fear in yours, obviously enjoying how easy it is for him to rile you up.

“i think a punishment is in order, you need to learn how to control that mouth of yours and stop being such a brat.” you swallow nervously at his words. his punishments are always agonizing. your ears involuntarily twitch at the memory of your last one, still able to remember the way his scalpels felt when he carved open your skin.

“no! i’m sorry, dottore. i didn’t mean it!” he smirks, clearly enjoying your begging. “that’s better, but still not enough. you broke one of my rules, and you think a simple apology will be enough? you’re dumber than i thought.”

you desperately grab his sleeve, eyes starting to fill with tears that threatened to spill with every passing second. “please! i’ll do anything, i promise, just please, not another punishment. i’ll be good, i won’t ever break any of the rules again, i swear!”

dottore smiles at you, removing his hands from your face and neck to rest one of the back of your head and bury it in his chest, his thumb lightly stroking the base of one of your fluffy ears. the other moves down to rest on your waist, softly caressing your puffy tail and bringing you that much closer to him. he presses a soft kiss against the top of your head before speaking.

“as much as i enjoy your sweet voice begging me to take pity on you, i’m afraid i can’t let you go without a punishment this time.” his hold on you gets tighter when he feels you jolt in fear, tears finally spilling and soaking the fabric of his shirt. “but, if you calm down and stop trying to escape the inevitable, i might go easier on you. i have a couple new drugs i’ve been meaning to test, and none of the side effects are permanent. if you’re good, you can test those for me and i won’t have to cut you open again. as much i enjoy punishing you that way, you have such adverse reactions to it, and i wouldn’t want to make my little rabbit distressed just because you said my name. that wouldn’t be fair, would it?”

with the combination of dottore’s cologne invading your senses, the slight lack of air from being pressed against him for so long, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, you can’t find it in yourself to say no. he smiles when he feels you feebly nod your head against his chest, stroking your hair one last time before forcing you to your knees and tying your hands and legs up.

“now, just stay here and be good while i go get the medicine ready. it shouldn’t take longer than five minutes.” he kneels down and smooths away your tears while he speaks, leaving one last kiss to the top of your forehead before getting up and walking away, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and a slowly increasing sense of relief that you wouldn’t be hurt again.

true to his words, dottore comes back five minutes later holding multiple bottles filled to the brims with color liquids. you watch curiously as he spreads them out in front of you. “since you’ve been so cooperative with your punishment this time, i’ve decided to let you choose which one you try. pick one out and i’ll save the others for later.” you slowly look down at your options, there’s so many it’s hard to choose. after a couple minutes of deliberation with dottore staring at you with a mix of love and fascination, you decide to go with the shimmery pink one in the heart shaped bottle.

“dottore?” he tilts his head to the side and hums. “what, little rabbit? have you decided?”

“mhm. i want the cute pink one!”

dottore laughs, patting your cheek condescendingly before sitting down on the floor in front of you. he picks up your chosen bottle and pulls off the cork before pressing it to your lips. “drink up, in order to get accurate results you have to take all of it.”

you obediently swallow everything in the bottle, and almost instantly you feel your entire body heat up, a sharp pang of arousal striking through your whole body. helpless whimpers start to slip from your lips as you look up and dottore with glossy, teary eyes. “ah! ‘tore, please help! hurts so bad, n-need you to touch me, hurts!” the end of your sentence trails off into a needy whine, and you lean your body against him.

you feel his chest vibrate with a small laugh while you hopelessly squirm and cry against him, his arms coming up to wrap around your body. “oh, dear, it seems my little experiment has put you into an early heat, huh? you poor thing.” he starts cooing at you in that sickeningly sweet voice he uses when he wants you to feel more like a pet than a person. “it was a very weak aphrodisiac, i didn’t think you’d react this strongly to it. i should’ve taken this into account though, it’s my fault, really.”

“don’ care, just need you to touch me! please ‘tore, it hurts!” you whine out, trying to grind against him for something, anything, to relieve the deep ache that’s settled between your legs. he shushes you, his hands starting to move up towards your soft, fluffy ears. he starts to gently rub at them, getting rougher when you let out a loud moan at the feeling.

dottore keeps playing with your ears like that while you grind yourself against his knee, the overwhelming sensations soon becoming too much for your body to handle as you violently cum all over his leg, the pain finally going away as you lean against him and let out a content sigh.

before you can say anything, you feel his large bulge underneath you, and as you feel your body heat up for the second time, you know that you’ll have a long night ahead of you.

[pukanavis]

Kanna Idol Story 3

⏱︎ 2 years since the establishment of ES. ⚲ Season Avenue, a shopping district on the outskirts of the ES building.

Raika: ♪~♪~♪

Kanna: …

Raika: ~...♪

Kanna: …

Raika: …’Scuse me, did ya need somethin’ from me?

Kanna: …

Raika: Can ya hear me? Hellooo?

Kanna: Ah, pardon me. I was lost in my thoughts for a moment there.

Though, what I should really say is that outwardly expressing my emotions is not a strong suit of mine.

Oftentimes, interviewers will get worried and halt our conversation just to ask if I’m still alive.

Raika: Ehihi~♪

Kanna: Is there something amusing about that?

Raika: Uh, ya mean that wasn’t supposed to be a joke?

Kanna: Humour is a skill that I lack, as much as it pains me to admit.

Raika: Hey, ya seem plenty funny to me… yer a bit of an odd one, Mr, uh…Kanna, was it?

Kanna: Yes, that’s correct. I’m glad you remembered my name.

To my dismay, it seemed that you had forgotten all about me.

Raika: I’m real, real sorry! With this bird-brain of mine, my memories go out the window after just a few steps, ya see!

Actually, I get the feelin’ that we’ve spoken about this already…Kanna-sama, do ya really swear that I’ve saved ya before?

Kanna: You remembered our conversation perfectly then? I wouldn’t describe that as ‘bird-brained’. It seems rather contradictory—No, that’s not it. This is just a simple mistake, isn’t it?

Raika: Well ya see, it was quite the shock to have ya approach me out of the blue like that. It’s really quite hard to forget somethin’ so jaw-droppin’, even if I wanted to.

Kanna: I agree.

That’s precisely why it’s simply impossible for me to ever forget you, the one who saved me. 

Though to be fair, I possess the sort of brain that makes it a challenge to delete memory data, so the past isn’t something that I have the option to forget.

Raika: Deary me…it’s much nicer bein’ able to forget about all the bad stuff.

Kanna: Without learning from the mistakes and humiliation of the past, a human being cannot hope to grow.

Granted, what comes after growth is a mystery all of its own. Is there a limit? Why pursue it? What benefit comes from it?

This act of exhausting my life to ultimately contribute to the evolution of the human race is something I’ve always found myself questioning the purpose of.

Raika: ♪~♪~♪

Kanna: Are you listening?

Raika: Oh, I didn’t think your story had anythin’ to do with me…somethin’ about the human race, was it?

Deary me, I truly think there must be some kind of mix up goin’ on here, Kanna-sama. There just isn’t a world where a bum like myself could’ve been the one to save you.

Might ya be mistaking me fer a different fellow?

Kanna: No. I’m certain it was you, Raika Hojo-san.

The day it happened, you were standing by the roadside, singing like a bird, just as you are now.

Raika: Ehihi~. I’m useless and barely have a penny to my name, ya see, so puttin’ on little street shows like this is how I’ve been earnin’ my keep fer a while now.

Kanna: Actually, there’s something I’ve been wondering ever since I first saw you.

Do you have a permit for putting on these shows? It’s possible that you’re breaking some sort of law by not carrying one.

Raika: Law!? Like what!? Are they goin’ to arrest me fer being a wrong ‘un!?

Kanna: It’s possible that you’ll receive a warning or be put under police surveillance.

Raika: No no no, I’m doomed! I’ll be sent straight back to the institution if I misbehave again!

Kanna: This ‘institution’ you speak of…about your confinement—

—Oh, just a moment. According to the research I just did on my phone, street performers and unauthorised advertisers are in fact prohibited in this area.

Raika: Y-Ya mean those kinds of laws really do exist?

Kanna: Yes, but please don’t fret.

As an endorser of the idol industry, and thereby musicians, I find it odd that ES would look at artistic works such as street shows involving singing and dancing and prohibit them from an area under their influence.

It’s contradictory of them, yes?

There’s a high probability that you could utilise this argument to defend your activities, whether by staging a protest or by taking it to court.

Raika: C-Court!? Ya mean this could escalate to that?

Kanna: Don’t worry about that yet. In order to protect you, I intend to utilise every possible means that I must. No matter what, I will save you.

That’s all.

Raika: Whyever would ya trouble yourself so much…?

Kanna: As I’ve already said, you saved me a long time ago. It is a deed that I must repay.

Causing trouble for others or indebting myself to them are both acts that I want to avoid.

And yet, I’ve found myself saved by you. You used your body as a shield to ‘erase’ the mistake that my immaturity and stupidity led me to make.

Even if you don’t remember it, even if this isn’t what you want…

It is an act that I will not forget, and nothing could be of more importance to me than repaying what you did.

That’s all.

Raika: Oh gee… I-I think I’ve wound up with some sorts of a problem child attached to me.

Kanna: No one’s ever evaluated me in such a way before. Thank you.

Raika: Uhm…uh, this all feels a bit complex fer my ol’ brain, but I think ya were tryin’ to say that I can keep singin’ by the roadside, weren’t ya?

Bein’ able to sing is enough to make my day, so I’d appreciate it if you could confirm just that one wee thing fer me.

Kanna: You really are quite simple, aren’t you?

Admittedly, I feel as though I admire that aspect of your personality. No, that’s not quite right…perhaps ‘envy’ would be a better word.

Raika: Ehihi, envy, ya say? Let’s sing together then ♪ You’re an idol just like me, aren’t ya?

To tell ya the truth, I’m still a little lost on what an idol actually is.

But if it means being something that sings, then we’re one in the same! The two of us are goin’ to be pals, I just know it ♪

Kanna: Your logic is sound, oddly enough.

However, that doesn’t negate the fact that an idol's voice is a product. To freely distribute it would be an affront to capitalism.

Though, on the other hand, we shouldn’t cause any problems as long as we don’t seek out donations and take care not to disrupt the rest of the public.

After all, the regulations in place prohibit specifically street performances—meaning a show of skill intended to raise money.

Raika: Right! No god or authority has the power to stop a bird from singin’!

Kanna: Is that so? Everytime we meet, I find that you’ve taught me something new.

Raika: Ya truly think so? I don’t think I’ve come up with anythin’ that hasn’t already been said before though?

Raika: Ehihi, fer as smart as ya look, ya know surprisingly little, Kanna-sama♪

Kanna: That’s true. Though the world hails me for being some sort of kid genius, I’m still just an ignorant, immature child.

That was the first vital truth that you taught me.

[hotteoki]

drunk bf ateez headcanons - 2k celebration!

pairing: ateez x reader (no prns used)

cw: mentions of alcohol (obvie)

genre: fluff, established relationship, headcanon

notes: after watching drunkteez on wanteez and having yunho on my mind i just had to write this ( ˘ ³˘)

notes: this is my second celebration post! happy 2k followers!

hongjoong

he seems fine

at first

he's downing shots, glasses, bottles

at flash speed

but he's fine

even he says he's fine

"i just don't feel anything"

"well i mean some people just don't get drunk"

"maybe i'm just reeeeeally talented"

you're like thinking 'oh! he's not too bad'

...

did the 'reeeeeally' not give you warning signs in your head

you spoke too soon

next thing you know he's trying to shove his head down the billiard/pool/snooker table holes

it's more of gently ramming his head against the table edge than shoving his head tho

you were dying laughing by the time you reached him

"joong what are you doing???"

"i'm looking for thissssss"

"what is 'this', joongie?"

it's silent for a while and you're rubbing his back

then he just pops up

"this!"🫰🏻

(ಠ ಠ)

he thinks he's sooooo funny

you had to stare at him for a good few minutes before processing what the hell you just witnessed

he's upgraded from terrible dad jokes to terrible rizz jokes

i don't think i can decipher which is worse

he's also balancing the shot glasses on the back of his hand

which had you PANICKING

a whole migraine just from that

forget a hangover

your fear of him breaking one of those is enough for you to want to die

surprisingly he didn't break any

"see baby? i'm just tooooooo talented"

he's giggling so much

it's so cute :(

but add the worst aegyo in the world to the list

it’s near bang chan level of horrifying

i mean sure

joong is NATURALLY a giant tiny cutie

but when he’s doing it on purpose???

um.

well!

okay!

(유∀유|||)

have fun!

seonghwa

no thoughts behind those eyes

just blink blink (0_0) (-_-) (0_0)

i'm pretty sure he's on mars

and out of nowhere he starts singing along to i want it that way playing in the background (b99 ref (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘))

singing along very loudly if i may add

BUT

as soon as the song ends

he's back to his (0_0) (-_-) (0_0) agenda

at one point

you’ve just gotten used to his giggles and clapping out of the blue

yeah he just applauds randomly

to whom and why?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he just wants to i guess

"hwa, i think we should go now it's like 4am-"

"HAKUNA MATATA YO"

oh he's singing again!

will not stop for the next twenty minutes

in his head it's a free karaoke bar

and he's just singing to his heart's content

he can also get pouty very quickly

and is very, very clingy

whichever one of your arm is nearer to him is not going to hear the bells of freedom for the rest of the long night

to be fair

if any of the other members are near him

he's also going to be clinging to them

just

a little less than you

he loves you the most after all! ><

all in all

he's pretty chill

every now and then

this is a bit short cause i don’t know what else i could say i’m sorry (╥_╥)

i'll make it up with a seonghwa drabble soon promise

yunho

where did this man's energy come from???????

one minute he's on the dance floor

he's 'boogying', as he said

the next he's running laps around the bar

you're just shocked he hasn't crashed into another poor innocent person yet

oh and now he's on the stage! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

are you ripping out your hair yet

( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫ (yunho!!!!!!)>ヽ(‵﹏´)ノ

he's singing what seems to be halazia

except it's literally just the word halazia being repeated

you're pretty sure he sang 'hala-hala-hala-hala-halazia' like about seven times

stream seven by jungkook

you had to physically drag him down from the stage

“nooooo baby you don’t understand i still need to sing hips don’t lie they need meeeeeee (ง'̀-'́)ง”

“yeah ok shakira let’s go”

his hand slips from yours and he’s sucked into the wardrobe of narnia

cause even tho he’s a literal giant

you can’t seem to find his usually sticking out head

the reason why?

he’s squatting while doing the dougie

why? i don’t know

i don’t think he knows either

but he’s dougieing!

he’s also spitting BARS

starts rapping to mingi’s part in guerilla while you’re trying to drag him out

at this point you’re beginning to suspect that he’s not actually drunk

maybe a little tipsy

but mostly just staying to cause chaos

and to give you a headache

but his little pout as you’re pulling him away

“yuyu come on we have to go >:(“

“but baby i don’t want tooooo”

does this face 🥺

yk that one time when ateez made faces imitating the emoji signs they were holding

and yuyu had the 🥺 one

THATS EXACTLY THE FACE HES MAKING

and how can you deny this golden retriever :,)

(if you can resist it you’re just a maniac frankenstein cheoreom georeo maniac maniac ha ha idk i don’t make the rules)

“okay fine… but no-”

“YAY i’ll be back”

he does in fact come back a few minutes later

HOLDING A PIGEON?????

“YUNHO WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? PUT THE BIRD DOWN-”

“i made a friend! :D”

you’re certain he took a few years off your life in just one night

yeosang

since we've never actually seen him drunk

cause he's a fairy

i'll go by what joong san and hwa were saying in their vlive like ages ago

cause apparently yeosang gets all cute

so let's imagine a very clingy sangie

just tugging and snuggling into your arm

mumbling your name too

his cute nose scrunches up whenever you try to move

he whines about how you don’t love him anymore

literally just because you moved to scratch an itch on your neck

“sangie what do you mean i don’t love you anymore of course-”

“you don’t LOVE ME ANYMORE :-(”

near tears because he’s convinced of his point

sigh

“baby why do you think i don’t love you anymore?”

“hm??”

confused blink blink

he’s forgotten what he was even saying

your hand brushing through his hair is just too distracting!!!!

he’s a simple man ok?

( ๑>ᴗ<๑ )

that’s how i imagine he looks

with a flushed face

but still looking like an angel sent from heaven

but yk

don’t forget about his muscles

（ΦωΦ）

atp he’s fed up with you moving around while trying to take care of the other members

so he just tightens his iron grip on your arm

good luck moving a literal koala clinging onto your arm

like hwa’s situation

you’re not moving another inch until he’s satisfied with the amount of love he’s showered you

which

he never will be

◝(๑꒪່౪̮꒪່๑)◜

again very short cause i have nothing to come from ;-(

san

literally the LOUDEST mfer in the bar

you can expect everyone within a twenty meter radius to be staring at the two of you

you just standing there like (ಥ‿ಥ) and he's just like ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ

flexing

he's not doing it on purpose

but like

come on

how can you NOT stare at the gorgeous man that is your boyfriend

gawddamn

what snaps you out of your daze was san suddenly pointing at you

"san what are you doing?"

"youuuuuu... are soooooo... not me"

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

oh he's so far gone

i don't think even he knows what he's doing

bro's just saying things

he's literally the walking epitome of speaking to speak

the worst, and i mean absolutely WORST case of asian flush ever

every exposed square inch of his skin is bright red

you're like

panicking trying to get him to sit down

cause he's stumbling around into every person in the bar

he's practically knocking them over like bowling pins

then immediately apologising in the cutest way possible

the second he's made it out of the human mosh pit tho

(╥﹏╥)

you're like (ಠ ''ಠ)

"sannie, honey, why are you crying?"

"i don't know"

sniffle

"i just love you soooooo much..."

"thank you i-"

"like SOOOOO much"

"okay thank you baby-"

"i love you like thissssssss much"

he's holding out his hands

and he's stretching them out as far as possible

and before you know it

oop! he's bear hugging you

his cheek is squished against the top of your head as he's mumbling incoherent words

the only thing you can make out tho is

"i love you so much"

you guys are such goals (;-;)

mingi

okay since we’ve never seen drunk minki

i’m going to go by the endoscopy ep

where he was breakdancing

at first he was convincing gaslighting you that he was fine

because fine means stumbling around and not even being able to walk in a straight line

but whatever suits him! :p

no seriously

he could not walk properly for the LIFE of him

he was crashing into strangers and waiters alike here and there

and by crashing

i mean practically throwing himself onto them

but the second he stands back up

he’s back to yelling into their faces that he’s sober

like mingi…

no one believes you

(￢_￢;)

you were following him right on his tail

frantically apologising to everyone he disturbed

and he’s bopping his head

he’s jamming!!!!!! 乁( • ω •乁)

he’s in his own little world

which is so adorable you almost want to cry :-(

but by the time you have to leave

and he’s STILL dancing around

you have to start pulling aggressively on his arm

he won’t go otherwise

he could stay there all night just to prove a point

the point?

that he’s sober

yes he’s still on that topic

because he’s 100% NOT drunk!!!!!!!!!!

“mingi we have to go-”

“BUT BRUNO MARS IS ON”

“MINGI ITS NOT EVEN BRUNO MARS ITS JUSTIN BEIBER”

“…o yea! ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ”

sigh moment from you

“i want bruno mars thoooooo do you fink i can request for bruno marsssss??????”

“no”

“why not!!!!!! ;-(”

“cause we have to go (˘∀˘)/(ㅠ~ㅠ)”

pushing him out of the bar now

he’s a fun person to be around when you’re drunk as well tho

wooyoung

witch cackle amplified by 2611%

it’s so funny tho

he laughs over literally NOTHING

a stranger walking in the bar?

HILARIOUS

someone passing by?

howling on the floor

the toilet door opening?

he’s wiping away tears

hongjoong tripping over a chair in his drunken state?

he’s getting a 10 pack at this rate

to be fair

you also cackled at poor hongjoong pretending like his dignity didn’t just get absolutely annihilated

at the same time

he’s also just fumbling around

he’s not very sober

like

not sober enough to recognise you

“oooooooh you’re soooooooo good looking we should go outttt”

“wooyoung this is the fifth time tonight we’ve been together for over a year”

“say whaaaaaaaaaat???!!!!?!!?!”

starts coddling you after that

he’s so sweet but in a loud way

well

louder than usual

cant stop kissing you (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

no literally

i’m not exaggerating

he will CHASE you around the pub to kiss you if needed

he has done that before (in my head)

“wooyoung people are staring-”

“COME BACK LEMME KISS YOUUUUUUU ε=┌(;･д･)┘”

now

you might be thinking

skits, why would i ever deny kisses from wooyoung????

yeah see

he thinks he’s kissing you

he’s not

he’s biting you

like full on CHOMP CHOMP CHOMPERS

it’s not even cute lil :3 nom noms

ITS LITERALLY FULL ON TEETH RAWRS

so unless you want a chunk of your skin gone

start running! :p

jongho

you really think he's going to be the drunk one?

him??????

bro has not seen a day of being drunk

he could be downing bottles of every kind of alcohol known to mankind

and still be fresh as a daisy

(≖ᴗ≖) ✿

he'd be the one challenging the entire bar into drinking too

he handles his alcohol very well

let's be honest, you're probably the one drunk

he's going to be taking care of you instead

BUT you never told him how he once drunkenly went up to the bar stage

and started shooing off the performers

before flaunting off his vocals

so that was fun

let's say he hypothetically was wasted tho

i'll use the endoscopy ep as an example like mingi

he's just going to be asleep

just

snore mimimimi snore mimimimi

he might wake up like every half hour

and get all confused

but it's so cute :(

like he's just lifting his head up from your lap

◝(´Ｏ｀)◜

probably definitely drooling tho

it's going to be pretty short for him cause he just doesn't get drunk

he's invincible

networks - @kflixnet k-labels kbookshelf neverendingdreams-net straykidsland @k-films

[the-daiz]

#8— untold

—Angstober day 8: growing pains

Pairing; Genos x reader

Warning(s); established relationship, unhealthy selflessness

Synopsis; As someone so dear to his soul, it’s only fair that you know every change he does to his body. But as Genos presents his new, drastically differing, installments to you, he doesn’t miss the silent sadness behind your forced unbothered facade.

✎Word count; 0.7k

♪ Playlist; Sarah

A/N: My life is so stressful, sorry for the late post, Hopefully I'll post smth tmr too fml

"Woah- hey, what's all this...?" A wobbly smile etched at your lips as you blinked at Genos. The newly modified, Genos. Your slightly dilated gaze fanned over his arm, eyeing every sharp bump of metal encasing it, installed for the sole purpose of vengeance and destruction.

Genos stood still before you, trying to ignore the small apprehension inside him as he observed you vigilantly, absorbing every movement or faint reaction you let slip.

"New upgrades. I thought I should show you." He simply stated, not wanting to bore you with his long rants, at least not when his mechanical irises were trained so acutely at you, analyzing every twitch and motion. You let out a dry, and painfully strained, laugh.

"So that's what you've been up to." Your arm rose gently to reach for his hand, hesitantly tugging it toward you by cupping his palm.

The tips of his fingers were sharp, the rest of his hand ragged with spikes and slicing cracks, you could only hold him by his palm, but even then you had to be careful with your touch.

Something in you settled as your eyes lingered on his hand, your fingers exploring the cold, smooth surface of his pointed knuckles. You peered up to glance at his shoulder. A large, pointed metal plate covered his side, shielding it completely. The unpleasantness in you bottomed further.

You can't intertwine your hands anymore. You can't lean against his shoulder, or even the whole of his arm for that matter, unless you're willing to be probed and sliced by the knives along his frame.

A bitter taste pooled in the back of your throat as your eyes flickered to his features, eyeing the metal scraps along his cheekbones.

You had to admit, it made him look cool and quite handsome, however, it just made him all the more distant to you.

He fixated on that ghostly crease in your brow. He could read the disappointment in your figure with the way your shoulders fell slightly. There it was again, the same deflated posture you tried to restrain.

A part of him cracks every time he catches that longing look behind your forced content, the craving for something mutual, something warm. He can see the quiet want on your face whilst you're holding him-- his hands, his face. him. He's right there, but you still crave him, a part of his that doesn't exist.

You're so human. So alive. Seeking the warmth of humanity in the way you diligently cup your warm cup of tea on cold mornings, or in the way your fingers loosely comb through your strands. When you think he's not looking, you leer down at your palms, itching with desire. Your hands slowly make contact, fingers deliberately gliding against each other before curling around each knuckle, intertwining together. And as you exhale a soft breath, he holds his own.

His core feels like it builds up with pressure whenever you shiver at his cold being. On the rare occasions when you sleep beside him, he hurts as he watches you shift in your slumber, hands reaching out to seek support. Yet once your skin makes contact with the sensitive metal of his arm, he senses you shudder then pull away. Retreating into your own closure.

It was only natural for you to want something soft, tender, and reassuring. But then there was him- hard, Mechanical, and indifferent. He can't help but feel he's holding you back from the same serenity you provide with your breathing contact.

As your eyes continue to take in his new look, your strained smile never faltering, your jaw clenches a little.

When you entered this relationship, you knew he would never fully prioritize you, and you were willing to live with that because he had somehow managed to rip out every ounce of care you could possibly harbor for someone with his unrelenting force.

Every time he comes back to you, it's like a little more of the human in him is taken away, the part of him you constantly yearned for. 

You wanted to tell him to stop. Was that so selfish?

He feels his core slightly heat up as he wordlessly watches you chase something he can never give you. As your lips part and twitch, he hears you draw out the syllables he felt from your beating heart.

'I wish you were human. I wish you'd just let yourself be with me.'

"They're sick!" You beam up at him, then turn to walk into your room, carefully tugging him along. "Tell me all about them."

His throat flexed as he gulped, lips pressing together. It's fine. He's fine. He'll just continue to give you whatever is left of him to offer.

[weenwrites]

YAY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN hiii♪

If it's okay may I request tfp Arcee, Wheeljack and megatron see there human companion get stuck by lightning and just be completely fine and unphased (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

I really really hope you have a wonderful day/night

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Megatron

Standing out in the middle of a field in the thunder and rain of all things would hardly deter Megatron in the slightest. The storms back on Cybertron were far worse than the storms earth had to offer, but that wasn't to say that the planet didn't have it's fair share of harsh weather.

While the lightning was more likely to hit him than you, it seemed that nature decided to say "screw it" to logic and everything sensible, and decided to smite you instead. He wholly believed he'd find nothing but a crisp, lifeless corpse where you once stood, yet he was proven completely wrong as you simply dusted yourself off.

"Do all humans possess immunity to electricity...?" he wonders. But the moment you explain to him that no, they do not. Then he finds you to be an interesting outlier among your species.

Arcee

She was already warning you that standing out in the open—especially in the midst of a thunderstorm isn't the best course of action. Yet you kept waving her off and insisting that you'd be fine. Yet ironically, mere seconds after that, you disappeared in a blinding flash of lightning.

Nothing would've been able to describe the sheer horror that Arcee felt the instant you were struck by a bright flash of electricity. But it wasn't far off from watching a fellow friend and soldier go up in fumes to a bomb shell, or be reduced to ashes by a powerful lazer.

Though the moment you came out of it unscathed, she was fussing over you. Were you alright? Were you hurt? Maybe the lightning missed you? But no, you were right there. You were hit... So why weren't you hurt? After you explain everything she's relieved that it didn't harm you in the slightest, and she'll definitely ask if there's anything else she should know, aside from immunity to lightning.

Wheeljack

So why did he let you run out in the middle of an open field during a thunderstorm? It wasn't because of any complete disregard for your wellbeing, no, he does care about you greatly, but he's confident that you could handle yourself just fine. So he remained by the Jackhammer, watching you have your fun out in the rain.

He isn't deterred by nasty weather in the slightest, and thunderstorms are no exception, but when the lightning began getting closer, he figured that it'd be best to get going. He was about to call you back to the shuttle, but a bolt of lightning got to you before he could finish his sentence.

He's no stranger to loss, and he's honestly lost count of the times he's seen friends die in front of him, but that doesn't make it hurt any less. In an instant he had stormed over, thinking you were injured but only to find that you were completely unscathed. On one hand he was relieved to find you were still alive, but on the other hand... What had happened? He'll ask you to explain everything once the two of you get back to the ship.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

37: Man, Fuck them Kids (and Fuck You, Too)

 Content Warnings for this Chapter:

- Internal debate regarding Morality - Internal debate about killing a child (Frisk/Chara)

It’s not super jarring in my personal opinion, but it might be for some readers. Please proceed with caution. I hope you can enjoy this chapter.

♪────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

You frog blink your ass awake, staring up at the ceiling with irritation and slight amusement. You remember your conversation with Gaster almost perfectly, and the ending especially sticks out to you.

How dare he force you out of your sleep when you were in the middle of panicking about the ins and outs of time travel and dimensional jumping.

You tilt your head back as far as you can so you can read the small clock on the far wall. Ughhh, you can barely read it, you think it’s about close to 10 am. Sans is still on you comfortably, his smile still on his face even as he sleeps.

He’s so cute, you’re going to morb.

You bring a hand up to his face, rubbing small, gentle circles against his cheek. Sans stirs lightly, and his quiet snoring stops. He groans and snuggles closer to you, incoherent words mumbling under his breath. Being this close to him, you can feel the vibrations of his talking via magic.

“Saaaans,” You sing his name softly, “Come on, wake up.”

“hngmph…” Sans turns his head downward, burying his face in your chest, “jus’ a few m’re mins…”

It should be a crime to make Sans get up so early, how dare you.

You sigh dramatically in false defeat, stroking your hand up and down his spine. Sans shivers against you, but does nothing to stop you. Perhaps it feels nice.

“Fine, fine. Guess you don’t wanna know about the dream I had about your dad.”

Diabolical fucking work. But it gets the job done.

Sans jolts up, almost straddling you. He crawls off you erratically, trying to free himself from the blankets like he wasn’t snug as a bug literally five seconds ago. You miss his presence already, but alas, such is the way of the worm.

In a fit, he shoves the blanket onto the floor to free himself fully. With a sigh, you sit up as well and tilt your head side to side to try cracking it. Ugh, the cuddling was nice, but the couch always gave you some kind of kink to work out in the morning.

“[y/n].”

“Mm? Yeah?”

“what did you–were you serious?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I had a dream about your dad.”

“wai–you–i-i think i’m still half asleep,” Sans rubs his sockets, “my dad? you mean gaster? what about him–what kind of dream was it?”

You know what? You guess that’s fair, you don’t know anyone who would be happy to hear that someone is dreaming about their dad.

You wave a dismissive hand, “Nah, it’s okay. We can go back to sleep. I will say though, I know where you get your good looks and charm from.”

“i will straight up fight my dad. do not test me.”

Dang.

“Okay, okay,” You straight up and pat the space next to you so Sans can get closer, “No need to go that far.”

Sans sighs out of his nose, leaning over the couch to grab the blanket. He scooches closer to you and throws the cover over you both. If you’re going to spill the tea, you best believe he wants you to do it all cozy.

You tell him almost everything you can remember (of course, not including the things Gaster asked you to keep secret), keeping your volume low since you’re almost certain the others are still asleep.

Suffice to say, Sans looks pretty unsatisfied.

You did make sure NOT to include how half of this is because Gaster wants Sans to make friends. So in that perspective, Gaster is making you all be non-secretive for probably suspicious reasons. You’re lucky that during this, Sans isn’t paying attention to look at you. Otherwise, he would be seeing how you’re lying by omission.

Sans rubs the side of his skull, “okay… so we do need to tell this papyrus, then…”

“Yeah, guess so. Gaster thinks it will be fine because of…” Shit, you’re not articulate enough this early in the morning. “…emo reasons.”

Sans snorts, “what do you mean by that?”

“Well… Gaster said something about how this Papyrus is still emo in the way you were before meeting me.” You grimace, “He didn’t say it like that, but you know what I mean. And… Well, do you remember if you wanted anything to do with the DJ before I came along?”

Your favorite skeleton winces, “uh… no, not really. i’ll admit that i pretty much gave up going back a long time ago. when i met you–and i mean officially met you–that’s when things started to change for me. thinking back on it now, i realize that i didn’t mind that the dj was working all of the sudden.”

“What do you mean you gave up going back a long time ago? Go back to where?”

To your utter surprise, Sans tells you the truth: “back when gaster was still alive.”

“At least now we have a chance to bring him back. Piece by piece, but we’ll get it done,” You smile weakly.

Sans nods, blindly grabbing your hand to squeeze it softly. You’re not wearing his gloves anymore, obviously, but you kind of miss them now. Sans’ hands feel fine, you’re just getting cold without them.

“okay,” He nods suddenly, “i understand what gaster meant. and he said this is kinda what we gotta do for the future right? like, there are definitely other au’s we gotta go to after this?”

You hum affirmatively.

“right. we’ll uh, we’ll talk more about his weird goals when we’re back home. for now, we’ll just focus on finding the fragment that’s in this au.”

“Sounds good.”

…

…

…

You smile knowingly, “Sooo… wanna go back to sleep?”

“fuck. yes.”

Sans grins and tackles you hard enough to knock you over. You laugh at his language since he’s not the type to swear that causally, it’s fun whenever he does. Sans drags the blanket further up his body to cover you both more.

“way too early to be regretting our life choices. we should sleep it off.”

You snort, “Who said I’m regretting anything?”

“you mean you aren’t regretting being up this early?”

“Well, let’s not get too hasty.”

Sans snickers, “shhh, let’s just go to sleep.”

“Alright, alright. Goodnight, baby boy.”

“pfft, g’night, sweetness.”

You perk up with a grin, “What was that?”

He groans, and you can feel his face heat up, “ugh, never mind. there goes my attempt.”

“No, no, no! That was so cute!”

“weren’t we supposed to go to sleep? all we ever do is just sit around and talk.”

“But you called me a cute nickname! I’ve heard of sweetheart before, but not sweetness.”

“i cannot see myself calling you that. it’s too new yorker. i had to improvise.”

“So you know what a New Yorker is?”

“…goodnight, [y/n].”

“Awe, not sweetness?”

“[y/n]!”

“Okay, okay! Goodnight, Sans.”

────

You don’t remember when you passed out, and you’re pretty sure you didn’t dream about anything, either. Isn’t that usually because you’re too tired to dream? Gaster must’ve really fucked you up.

Oh, shit! You forgot to tell Sans that his peepaw said hello!

Someone is shaking your shoulder gently, trying to rouse you from your slumber. You’re not totally okay with that, but you suppose you should wake up now.

You groggily open your eyes, refraining from frog blinking because you already did that joke. Sans is snuggled closely against you, face resting sideways on your titties. Whether they’re big or small, you can’t help but feel like that would always be a resting spot for him if given the chance.

He kinda real for that.

You look up to see who the fuck is the one waking you up. Sans is woken up by the motion of that, groggily groaning while moving his head to rest on the other cheek. In doing that, Sans sees who the intruder is as well.

It’s a smug Swap-Sans, grinning widely while wiggling his bone-brows up and down. He is leaning over the back of the couch, looking down at you and the other with his other hand on his cheek.

Speaking quietly, S-Sans says, “SORRY, I DON’T MEAN TO INTERRUPT YOUR CANOODLING (Sans groans in irritation.), BUT THE HUMAN CHILD IS HERE.”

“Ughhh, already?” You grumble, moving your arms above your head to stretch, “What time is it?”

“NEARLY NOON….”

Ughhh! You should probably get up then…

“Alright,” You squeak, “Get up, Sans.”

Your bone boy grumbles in protest but begrudgingly gets up anyway. S-Sans is snickering while moving away, giving you two the space to pull yourselves together. Again, Sans is chucking the blanket to the floor, crawling off of you with the grace of someone who’s never walked before. You have to help the poor guy because he can’t seem to function this early in the day.

You can hear S-Papyrus talking from the kitchen, though you don’t hear a response, almost like he’s having a one-sided conversation.

You get up from the couch and grab the blanket. You fold it up neatly as Sans slouches against the sofa, trying to wake up and definitely won’t fall asleep sitting up. You don’t know where to leave the folded blanket, so you just put it neatly on Sans.

…

He opens his eyes and winks at you, not doing anything to move it off him.

The voice in the kitchen lulls to a stop, then footsteps. You turn around to see S-Papyrus and–

You flinch back in shock, Sans narrows his eyes at the child that follows behind the tall skeleton.

It’s a small child, scrawny almost, and so…

Squishy.

This little human looks maybe about 10 or 11 years old. Neat, short brown hair that is slightly messy, and a light green shirt with a single yellow stripe going across the torso. The long sleeves look dirty, perhaps they were busy doing something else before showing up. Their dark brown pants are also dirty.

As for the face, their eyes are round and wide. The irises are deep red and can almost be seen as a vibrant brown, but you know better-they’re red eyes. Their cheeks are so round and squishy and rosy pink.

Were it not for the Undertale trauma, you would’ve fooled yourself into thinking this little kid, Chara, is an absolute sweet baby.

Wait, you shouldn’t think that way, it’s not fair. Sure, Chara might be a sussy bitch in the original universe, but in this one, they seem to be a sweet kid. Based on how casual S-Papyrus and S-Sans are treating them, you suppose Chara is in the middle of a Pacifist Route.

You notice a thick notebook in Chara’s hand, as well as a beat-up pen. Their eyes flick between you and Sans. Bringing the notebook up, they quickly scribble something down on a page. You wait patiently, trying to school your expression so you’re not scaring them.

Chara clicks their pen and turns the notebook around, showing you what is written. The handwriting is messy and small:

*Hello, my name is Chara. It is nice to meet you.

You smile and step just a tad closer, “It’s nice to meet you, Chara. My name is [Y/n], and this-” You gesture to Sans with a teasing look, “-you can call him Other Sans.” Other Sans scoffs and rolls his eye-lights, but says nothing. Shame, looks like he’s getting tired of this joke.

Chara waves shyly at Sans. Even though he’s smiling, Sans hasn’t let up on the obvious distrusting look in his eyes. Chara stops looking at him and instead moves their gaze to you.

You bring your hands up and sign as you talk, “Would it be easier if we signed instead?”

Chara looks down sheepishly, scribbling down a response as quickly as they can.

*I can speak just fine, I just don’t want to. And I never learned that hand sign stuff…

Hmm… You wonder why not…

You don’t think this Chara can be that much older or younger than the Frisk in your universe. You wonder about their past (the role of Frisk, or in this case, Chara), and if there is a significant (and most likely sad) reason why they’ve never learned sign language.

“That’s okay,” You nod reassuringly, “I’ve heard some things about you, Chara–Chara? Chara? How do I pronounce it?”

*The first way you said it is right!

Fuck yeah, it was. You are the superior one!

“Awesome, I’m just so skilled like that!” Chara giggles practically soundlessly at your mocking confident tone. “I’ve heard some things about you. How you’re a kind little human befriending everyone.”

Ugh, you love kids. They remind you of your own siblings, especially the younger ones. You’re unsure if you’d ever want any of your own one day, probably not. But that doesn’t mean you’re incapable of showing a kid kindness.

People like Frisk, like this Chara, are tricky. You don’t know anything about this timeline, but you’re almost certain they’re not free of guilt from the No Mercy run or any kind of Neutral run.

Does that mean that they are undeserving of kindness or understanding when, right now, they are choosing to be a Pacifist? Are they undeserving of your gentleness when in a past life, they have been ruthless and merciless? How much can really be excused just because they are a child?

…Can you bring yourself to act cold towards a child? Can you? Without thinking of your soft-hearted brother, Noah? Without thinking of your baby-faced brother, Alejandro?

Can you really bring yourself to be the type of person who acts that way to a child, no matter who they are–No matter who they were? If this version of Chara, if the Pacifist version of Frisk, would ever seek your protection, would you be able to give your aid? Or would you be able to turn a cold shoulder?

You’re brought back to the present when Chara shakes the notebook in your face. You must’ve zoned out. You read the words out loud, knowing the question on the page would want to be heard by the others.

*Is it okay if we can talk in private?

Sans sits up instantly, “nuh uh, not gonna happen.”

Yikes, you should’ve seen that coming.

“Sans-”

“-look, i get that this whole thing is to test you for being a good human and all, but,” Sans can’t stop the nasty look he casts on Chara, “is it so wrong if i’m worried about you more?”

“It’s going to be fine, Sans,” You insist with an easy smile, “You forget I’m a tough cookie, and with all due respect, I’m probably stronger than a 10-year-old.”

S-Sans doesn’t distrust you, he doesn’t think you’ll hurt Chara at all. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t less worried. What if you two simply don’t get along? Chara sees this troubled expression on their Comic’s face.

*It’s going to be ok! Trust me, I can handle it.

You cast a peak at the note, reading it out loud to the others. Chara doesn’t seem to mind that, in fact, they even move it so you can read it more easily.

“I can handle it,” are they talking about their power to Save and Reset if need be? You think Sans and S-Papyrus are taking this into consideration as well. After a moment of silence, you guys all come to a consensus.

“okay,” S-Papyrus nods, “you humans better play nice, you hear?”

Chara nods eagerly, while you nod as well.

“Let’s go to the shed–eh, the Capture Zone,” You tell them, “Out of every place, that’s got the most privacy. Is that okay with you, Chara?”

They nod again, taking the lead to take you both to the shed. Sans watches you leave with concern.

He knows this Chara is different from the one in his universe, but that is not enough to rid him of his anxiety about leaving you alone with them. Capable person or not, Sans still worries for you.

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Second time in the shed, your life is just full of crazy shenanigans.

You didn’t bother going past the large gate since you didn’t want this kid to feel trapped with you. Both for pity reasons and because Chara is your chance to be labeled as an officially good human.

You two are sitting on the floor across from each other, with the kid nervously fiddling with the notebook.

“My full name is [Y/n] [L/n],” You properly say, “Do you have a last name?”

Chara shakes their head.

You know to drop it right there.

“So, how are you feeling? Are you okay?”

*I’m ok! I guess I’m just nervous. I haven’t spoken to another human an adult human in a long time.

You regard them with a gentle expression, “Grown-ups can be pretty scary, huh? But, that’s not really what I meant.”

*What did you mean then?

“I don’t know how long you’ve been here, but I can just imagine how tough this journey must’ve been for you. I heard that you’ve been making friends with everyone. I know that it’s been hard when they keep fighting you just because.”

Chara blinks owlishly, feeling a little flutter in their stomach. They’re so… They feel so touched that you even care. As far as they’re concerned, you’re just some grown-up who probably only cares about yourself, just like the others.

*I’m ok, promise! I was with Undyne and we watched anime together!

“That sounds like a lot of fun! What did you guys watch together?”

Chara lights up and spends a moment excitedly writing down the night they had with the nerdy scientist.

Should you bring up where you’re actually from? You’re not sure Sans would like that, but you’ve done a handful of things he hasn’t liked already regarding this topic, so what’s one more? You should wait after talking some more with Chara, then you’ll decide.

You talk a little more with Chara about their night with Undyne, not minding it. They’re relaxing the more they talk about it, more careless with their handwriting as their excitement gets the better of them.

“I’m glad you had a lot of fun! I’m happy Undyne has been really nice to you,” You pat their head, ruffling their hair playfully.

Chara laughs soundlessly (which is honestly impressive), then their shoulders slow down, and their expression shifts. Bitting their bottom lip, they write something down before showing you.

*I’ve been okay because of a power I have…

Ohhh, so they’re just telling you? But why? As far as you know, they wouldn’t outright tell someone this stuff, would they?

“Can you specify what you mean by that?” You ask.

Chara puts down the notebook on their lap. Their pale little hands (You don’t know if it’s weird to feel a sort of heartbreak for someone like Chara, but you do feel sorrow seeing how rough their hands are. A child’s hands shouldn’t be the ones of those who have met with hardships.) are held out towards you, palms facing upward.

There’s a nervous look on their face, like they’re going to back out-

But then something appears above their hands.

In flat white colors, a word floats above their hands. There isn’t a border around it, nor is it glowing. It’s almost anti-climatic were it not for the word it reads.

Reset

You think you’ve seen too much fanart and read too much fan-fiction, because you were honestly expecting more. Perhaps a Save button as well, maybe more flair with a border around the word like the battle menu.

But no.

Just like how it shows up in the game menu, there is a Reset button only in that classic Undertale font, white in color because Chara is not actively interacting with it.

You raise your hand up hesitantly, asking for permission with only a look. Surprisingly, Chara nods. You reach forward to touch the Reset button, though you are not surprised when you just phase through it.

It is not your power, it is not your privilege. Only Chara (and your Frisk) can use this power.

Chara lowers their hands to grab their notebook, but the button doesn’t go away, writing something down hastily.

*I can show you later if you like, but I can also Save at certain parts of the Underground. I can’t reload to other Save Files, I can only go back to my most recent Save. I can also Reset to the very beginning, but I don’t do that very much.

This is…

This is real. This is actually happening. You’ve always pushed it in the back of your mind since you never had to personally deal with it, but Resetting and Saving like it’s a casual Tuesday…

This power is in the hands of a fucking toddler.

You give Chara a cheeky look to mask your uneasy emotion. “I already know about that power. You’re talking about the Save checkpoints. At the very end, if you wanted to, you can make a True Reset, too.”

Chara widens their eyes, shoulders hunching up with stress and intensity. They reach for their pen but you speak first.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t tell anyone who doesn’t already know. That being the Sans I was sitting with, and I’m assuming Papyrus.” You pat their head robotically.

Chara purses their lips, doing a whole face blink at every pat.

*Are you like me?

You scrunch up your face and tilt your head side to side. “Mmn… Kind of. But, uh, that’s not what we’re here to talk about.”

*…are you not scared of me?

You frown, “No, why would I be scared? Are you going to hurt me?”

Frantically with scared eyes, Chara shakes their head aggressively.

That was perhaps the wrong thing to ask, you and Chara realize this almost immediately, silently together.

You understand that this role of the Anomaly, whoever Chara/Frisk is, they are fully capable of hurting you. Doing a Pacifist run now does not stop them from achieving this through violence. They can hurt someone enough to Spare them after. Or maybe they could give up right now and just start attacking everyone.

Chara seems so genuine right now, seems so kind and so willing to be good.

But there is a 50/50 chance that one timeline ago, they were a homicidal maniac.

There could’ve been a 50/50 chance that you showed up to this Au at the wrong time, and Chara could’ve been in the middle of a No Mercy run.

Sans said that Frisk hasn’t shown up yet in the current timeline you’re in. But what’s to say Frisk won’t appear later on? If they do, what then? What do you do? If Frisk were to show up committing a No Mercy run, how are you going to deal with it? Would you do anything about it at all? Can you bring yourself to… kill a child if it means protecting everyone else?

What would that make you, then?

…

Maybe Papyrus had similar thoughts when he was being killed by Frisk in a No Mercy or Neutral route.

You force a smile, “If you’re not going to hurt me, then we’ll be just fine, Chara.”

Chara nods, but there is some lingering tension anyway. The Reset button fades away to nothing as they flip to another page to write.

*Sans told me that you showed up yesterday with that look a like Sans.

You nod and they continue.

*Sans told me you could be a good human, but he wanted me to make sure because I’m also a human.

“And what’s the verdict?

They shrug sheepishly.

*I don’t really know yet. I just met you…

You laugh at that, “That’s true. First impressions can mean a lot but you shouldn’t judge someone without getting to know them first. If it means anything, me and my Sans will be leaving soon enough, so you don’t have to worry about us messing with your timeline here.”

Chara nods again, unsure of themselves. It’s kind of amusing. You assume they’re put off so much because they don’t know how to navigate a conversation where they are not the only one who knows what’s going on. S-Papyrus and Flowey (Oh God, wait. In this Au, Temmie takes that role instead, right?)–S-Papyrus and Temmie know too, but they never directly interfere just as Sans and Flowey do.

*Can I see your soul?

You freeze up as soon as your eyes register what the fuck you’re reading.

Despite whatever they might’ve done, Chara is still a kid and you highly doubt that Asgore (You need to remind yourself that in this Au, it is Asgore, not Toriel) would teach them about the intimacy of sharing your soul outside of battle.

“Can I ask you for what reason you want to see?” Your hesitation is evident in your tone.

*I’ve been… here for a while and I learned a lot about souls. I think if I can check your soul, I can maybe tell what your intentions are.

You run your hand down your face, “Aye, Chara. Look.” You didn’t think you’d have this talk so soon… “Looking at another person’s soul outside of battle is… something you should only do with someone you really trust. Like a family member, a best friend, or even someone you want to date. If I show you my soul…”

Chara widens their eyes, their already rosy cheeks darkening in color. You laugh earnestly as they frantically try to scribble out a response for you.

*I am so sorry! I didn’t know and I didn’t mean it like that! You don’t have to show me I’m sorry!

“I know, I know! It’s okay, I figured you didn’t know, it’s okay!” You smile with amusement, “I don’t know if it helps at all, but I was told that it’s gold.”

Chara narrows their eyes and tilts their head.

*Gold? Not yellow or orange?

You shrug your shoulders, “An older monster told me it was gold. I thought that if anyone would know better, it’d be them.”

*Oh then you must be good! Like that one saying: you must have a heart of gold!

…You doubt that’s the reason why your soul is gold, but you’ll go with it.

“I should let you know right now that my Sans and I will be going with Papyrus later to go searching around the forest. We lost something there that’s going to help us get back home. I’m sure you’ve realized that we’re not exactly from here.”

Chara nods, no use in bothering to deny it.

*How did you two get here?

“Sorry, kid, that’s not for me to share.”

Chara has their secrets, and you have yours. They understand this better than most and are willing to drop that. That doesn’t stop them from asking something else.

*Can I go with you guys?

You shake your head firmly, “Nope, sorry. I’m not sure my Sans would like that. Not to mention, it might not be safe for you, either.”

*I can defend and protect myself perfectly!

“I know that very well, you’re a strong noodle. Either way, it’s not your problem and it’s not for you to get involved.” You reason with an indifferent face, “Also, what if word gets out that you’re seen with another human? You gotta remember that I’m an adult; the monsters might be even worse towards me ‘cause they can barely handle not fighting you–a literal child.”

Chara puffs out their cheeks, grumbling silently in agreement. It’s not something they really considered before, but yeah, they barely get by even though they’re a little human. Bigger humans are objectively more scary–Alphys would be even less forgiving towards you if your existence in the Underground got spread around.

*Okay, fine. But! If you find what you’re looking for, you HAVE to say goodbye before you go!

Awe, you hope Frisk is this sweet should you ever meet them. You’re so curious about their other runs, but that’s not something you should actually ask about if you want to come off as a good human. You don’t know if Chara is that type of person, but you don’t want them to suddenly go back and say you’re a shit person last minute.

“Of course, wouldn’t dream of doing anything else,” You grunt while you stand up, “We should go now before the skeletons start fighting each other.”

Chara doesn’t get up just yet.

*Why would they fight each other?

You look off to the side, “Have you noticed if Papyrus has been more mean as of late?”

*Well… I don’t know. He’s been pulling a lot more pranks lately. But some of them are kind of…

You nod in understanding, “I get it. You know, that thing we’re looking for has been making the monster mean. Hopefully, when we get it under control, Papyrus is gonna be more nice like he was before.”

At that, Chara lights up and nods eagerly. You help them to their feet and dust off their pants and shirts for them. You can’t help it, you miss babying your brothers at any given opportunity to embarrass them.

You open the door and gesture for them to leave first out of courtesy. Sans is just waiting out there, standing menacingly with his eyes closed. Is he… Is he sleeping standing up? That’s pretty impressive.

You put your index finger to your mouth, motioning to Chara to keep quiet. They find this funny for a multitude of reasons but nods anyway and complies. You sneak a little closer and do the pro-gamer move.

“Pspspsps.”

Sans jerks and looks around, eyes locking onto Chara instantly. Instinctively, you move in front of them and shake your head. He laughs awkwardly and looks away, remembering where he is.

“woah, i just woke up from a bad dream,” Sans winks lazily, “nearly jumped out of my skin there.”

Chara is not appeased by the terrible pun at all. They scoot closer to you and nearly hide behind you as a shield.

Kekeke.

You jerk your head towards the house, “We got things settled. Let’s go in, yeah?”

He nods, expression relaxing just a fraction. “sounds good.”

Sans walks ahead first as you and Chara fall behind. They’re still walking close to you, probably too cautious to get closer to the spooky, scary, skeleton. Getting inside, S-Papyrus and S-Sans are together on the couch, discussing something or other like professionals. It doesn’t matter what the brothers were talking about, since they trail off the moment you three walk in.

S-Sans jumps up with the energy of the Sun while his younger brother struggles to get up for a moment there. 

Too relatable.

“SO, HOW DID IT GO?” S-Sans goes right into asking.

You feel Chara writing because they’re still standing so close to you. You don’t mind it though, you actually find it pretty endearing.

*[Y/n] is a good egg. She’s like a cool big sister!

‘…Ueueueue.’

What the hell, that was so nice??? Did Chara really think that positively of you already, or are they just being nice for the sake of it? You put a hand on your chest, smiling down at the little shit.

S-Sans pumps his fists in the air, and even S-Papyrus looks relieved at the evaluation.

“YES, I KNEW IT!”

“that’s good news. what are you gonna do now, lil’ buddy?” S-Papyrus asks, “gonna go back with undyne?”

Chara purses their lips, thinking over it before writing.

*No, not really. [Y/n] is really cool. I was hoping if I can hang out with her…

UGH! You don’t think they’re being disingenuous, but they’re definitely turning up the cuteness factor in front of the others now.

“We can hang out later when we get back,” You tell them gently, “But right now, we-”

“-HAVE PROMISED ME TO HELP WITH MY PUZZLES,” S-Sans jumps in rather suddenly, “AND WE WILL BE DOING IT SOON, REMEMBER?”

…???

Sure…

Chara also has an impressed look considering you just told them what you were going to be doing. They do you a solid and let it go though, not wanting to make things more difficult.

*In that case, I’m gonna find Asriel and hang out with him for a while.

ASRIEL??

You and Sans look at each other simultaneously. And funnily enough, that’s when you both also remember that–Swap. The people and roles have been swapped. You can’t remember this one, unfortunately, who is Asriel swapped with again?

“sounds good, kid,” S-Papyrus nods at them, stuffing his hands in his hoodie, “if you need anything, you know our numbers.”

Chara nods and pats you on the leg. You look at them to see them smiling. They’re waving to you before they scurry away and leave the house.

Does your being a human really matter that much to how they treat you? Or is it because you’ve been decent enough and that alone brings them comfort? You don’t know if you’d be clingy to an adult if you were in their shoes, but to each their own, you suppose.

You’re alone with the skeletons in silence.

“So…” You put your hands on your hips, “Fixing puzzles is our cover story? So, you told them both, Sans?”

Sans hums in agreement, “yeah, i took what you said into consideration and told them while you were with chara. Our Papyrus knows about this stuff, i figured that this guy would, too.”

“Oh, yeahhh, huh?” You raise a brow at Swap-Sans, “You know, I really gotta come up with a nickname for you. It’ll be easier than “the other Sans” and “this Sans” and all that.”

S-Sans pouts the best he can, “BUT I’M THE ORIGINAL SANS! I-I WAS HERE FIRST.”

You look at Sans, “He has a point. Counter argument?”

Sans rolls his eye-lights, “none. i don’t mind being the one with the nickname, just anything other than ‘other sans.”

“I’ll call you Baby Blue, then!”

S-Papyrus and S-Sans start laughing while Sans reds up in embarrassment.

“why do you–is that–can’t you think of anything else??”

“I definitely could.”

“…”

“…”

“…well, then?”

“I said I could, not that I was going to.”

“whatever,” Poor Baby Blue gives up, “anyway. are we doing this, or what?”

S-Sans crosses his arms, looking at you, “ALPHYS TOLD ME TO STAY BACK, BUT… YOU KNOW, YOU WERE RIGHT. SHE’S NOT REALLY THE BOSS OF ME.”

You whistle poorly and look away, S-Papyrus giving you the side eye for tainting his brother’s honesty.

“AS MUCH AS I ENJOY THIS SILLY BANTER, I THINK WE SHOULD GET GOING NOW TO FIND THAT FRAGMENT. THE SOONER WE DO THIS, THE SOONER THE MONSTERS AFFECTED BY THIS CAN GO BACK TO NORMAL.”

Sans agrees with his counterpart, “yep, that’s what i said. you guys ready?”

Mumbling out agreements and whatnot, you all begin to head towards the door to leave. S-Papyrus and S-Sans begin talking with each other excitedly, wondering how this search will go down this time. You’re right behind them but Sans pulls you back before you go through the door.

“hey,” He whispers, “are you okay? after talking to the kid?”

You give him a reassuring look, “Yes, I’m okay. They were actually really sweet. You know, I’ve always liked kids. Sometimes. They can be such brats.”

He laughs as he ushers you through the door. “like you wouldn’t believe. y’know, pap had this rebel phase growing up.”

“Oh, no way! You gotta tell me all about that!” You put a hand on his chest.

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Summary: Everything was perfect until it wasn’t. Y/N and Jungkook love each other but when familiar and new faces come into their lives, things get complicated. On top of that, a surprise that truly shakes their plans for the future. Will their relationship push forward or will Jungkook lose his fangirl once and for all?

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Epilogue

→ Genre: Idol au, established relationships, girl group stan au, social media au, K-pop fan page au, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

→ Main pairing: Idol! Jungkook x Fan girl! Reader 

→ Side ships: Yoongi x OC & Jin x OC

→ Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, anxiety disorder, stalking, and obsessive behavior

Author's note: I can’t believe this is the ending of the story! Don’t worry there's going to be an after story with the drabbles and the final book but for now...here's the last chapter! 

⇜ Masterlist 

“Solo?”

Jungkook turned toward Y/N and nodded his head, “We’re not disbanding, just taking a hiatus and focusing on our solo careers.” 

After a long meeting, Jungkook was excited to come home to his fiancée. It was a long meeting discussing the future of everyone. Everyone agreed they wanted to do their own music and Jungkook wanted to focus more on Y/N. It would be the first real break he had with her and his music can wait. 

Y/N nodded her head and placed her hand on top of his, “Are you okay with it?”

“Of course I am. I get to spend so much time with my fiancée.” 

She smiled shyly at this and gently rubbed his knuckles with her thumb, “fiancée..it still hasn’t set in.” 

“Babe, it’s been two months already.” 

She shrugged her shoulders and glanced at a sleeping Bam, “I’m really getting married...that’s crazy to say.” She looked back at him with a smile, “I bet Mae is happy about this. Yoongi gets to spend time with-” Just then Bam jumped up on the couch and nuzzled into Y/N.

Jungkook glared and shook his head, “Always trying to steal my girl. It’s not fair.”

“We're engaged, Jungkook.” 

“Doesn’t matter. Bam will always find a way.” 

Mae turned around in the bed and smiled at Yoongi who was already looking at her. He pushed some hair back and kissed her forehead, “How are you feeling?” 

Mae let out a small chuckle and nuzzled into her pillow some more, “I feel like my pussy got ripped in half but other than that good.”

Yoongi let out a laugh and kissed her hairline, “Thank you for giving me everything I didn’t know I wanted.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest, “Thank you for making me want kids.” 

Just then a small cry echoed from the baby monitor and Mae groaned. Yoongi patted her waist and pushed the covers off, “I’ll get him. Ye-Joon probably just needs his diapers changed.” 

Mae nodded her head and smiled at her, “Okay, daddy.”

Yoongi glared at her and shook his head, “Don’t start with that shit.” 

“Wait, come here real quick.”

Yoongi thought something was wrong and quickly made his way back to her. She smirked and brought him in for a quick kiss making his eyes go wide. When they pulled away she put her forehead on his, “I love you so much, Min Yoongi.” 

“I love you, Mae Rodriguez.”

The cry echoed longer and she let out a small laugh, “Go get our son before he breaks our eardrums.” 

“I’ll get our son.” Yoongi walked towards his bedroom but he turned back to Mae and his heart fluttered. He shook his head with a small laugh escaping his lips and he closed the door gently. 

Eunbi opened her door and she raised her eyebrow at what she saw, “Namjoon? Why are you here?” 

Namjoon sighed and pulled out a card from his jacket, “Jin wanted me to give you this.” 

Eunbi tilted her head and nodded her head, “This isn’t going to kill me, right?”

“Why would your boyfriend want to kill you?”

“Right...” She opened the card and a smile appeared, Go to the park! She looked at Namjoon with a curious look, “Do you know about this?”

“I never know what Jin wants to do.”

“You can come in and get a snack if you want.” 

Namjoon shook his head and brought his jacket to him, “I’m alright. I’d rather not be here when you guys have sex.” 

Eunbi’s face turned red and furrowed her eyebrows, “Yah! Don’t say that so loud. My neighbors are old.”

“Lucky, at least they don’t have to hear anything.” 

After kicking Namjoon out, Eunbi took her away to the park next to her apartment. She was dressed in her pajamas which consisted of sweats and one of Jin’s shirts. She pulled her beanie down more when she felt the wind touching her face. She rolled her eyes at herself, she should’ve put a jacket on. She walked further down and she stopped in her tracks to see Jin with a bouquet of roses and balloons. She raised her eyebrow and let out a small laugh, “What’s going on?” 

He pulled down his mask and gave her a smile, “Happy three months.” 

She looked up at him and felt her heart beating faster, “That’s tomorrow?” 

“I know...I couldn’t wait to see you.” 

She let out a laugh and walked closer to her as he did the same. She looked up at him as he stared back down with heart eyes, “All this for out three months?” 

“Just wait and see our first anniversary.” 

“You're already planning that? We just started dating...” 

He shrugged his shoulders and bent down placing a quick kiss on her lips. She jumped at the sudden contact but she closed her eyes to kiss back. When they pulled away and he smiled at her, “I have so much planned for us. I told you, I saw my future with you.”

“All those rom-coms couldn’t prepare me for this.” 

He let out a laugh and glanced at her apartment, “I’ll cook you something. To celebrate tonight and tomorrow I’ll take you out to this fancy restaurant.” 

“You treat me right.”

“Of course my duchess.” 

Jungkook closed the door and saw Y/N on her phone on their bed. He smiled at this and took off his shirt, tossing it aside. She glanced up from her phone and smiled, “Is Bam sleeping?”

“Yeah, I was wondering...when was the last time we fucked?” 

Y/N straighten her back against the headboard, “I-I...maybe two weeks.” 

He glanced at her with a smirk, “That’s a long time. Wanna change that?” 

“I think it would be romantic to have one last night in this house before moving.” 

Jungkook moved towards her and was hovering over her, “That’s right. We’re moving. Isn’t that exciting?”

She felt goosebumps appear when she felt his fingers against her thigh, “I-It’s very exciting-” She wanted to speak but he kissed her making her forget everything. She ran her hands along his arms and then over his shoulders to steady herself. She played with his locks because they pulled away. Jungkook touched her like she was glass and she couldn’t stop her heart beating, “I love you so much.” 

He brushed his lips over her next and her breathing started to get uneven. She felt her body heat up as she enjoyed his kisses. He took any fabric that was covering her body and she couldn’t help but look away from that smile he always has when he sees her like this. He started to trailed his lips down to her neck and then her collarbone as he gazed up. His eyes were a darker shade of brown and she knew what it meant. She knew what his eyes told her, this was her fiancé after all. He continued to leave kisses on her skin until he reached between her thighs. His hot breath against her cold skin sent shivers. He wrapped his arms around her thighs keeping her close to his face, his fiancée was shy, especially with this action. 

She held onto his brown strands as she felt her body move against him. Each kiss and lick made her back arch in a way that made the air in the room thicker. She could feel a few strands of sweat coming down as her legs trembled under his touch. His tongue was always enough for her. Moments later, the trembling increased as his tongue rushed in. 

He leaned over and kissed, his lips always felt soft and always filled with love. She placed her hand on his cheek and rubbed his cheek gently, “You always make me feel good.” 

“You make me feel good. Physically and emotionally. Always make me feel loved, my wife.” 

He hugged her body close to his and she was surprised by the action but she understood. After everything they've been through, this moment was more than a declaration of love. It was a declaration of a better future. She let her nails gently scratch his skin and he left kisses against his shoulder. She moaned out his name as he moved in and out of her. It was intimate, so intimate. He placed his temple against her and they made eye contact, “You are so perfect...perfect for me. My Y/N.” 

She felt her heart swell up at this and she had to stop herself from crying. This man was her everything and she couldn’t believe that this man was all hers. Forever and ever. She pushed some hair away from his sweaty forehead and gave him a shy smile, “I love you Jeon Jeongguk.” 

He smiled and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer. She felt herself tighten and the familiar tremble came over, “Come, love.” 

She tilted her head and moaned out his name as she came inside of her. Both eyes met and she could see the love pouring out, “Are you ready for the future?”

“If you're in it, I’m ready for anything.” 

Somewhere in Florida....

He glanced down at the news article on his phone and let out a scoff, “She’s getting married to him?” 

The woman in front of him nodded her head, “A lot of people support them but there's a small group that doesn’t like it.” 

He tossed his phone on the dinner table and glanced out to the waves, “What do you want me to do about it?” 

“Every bride needs her father...go visit her.” 

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summary: you've known gojo since your training days at jujutsu tech. you were inseparable - as thick as thieves. so, what happened?

pairing: satoru gojo x reader (feat. nanami x reader).

cw: angst, emotional manipulation / mental spiral, mature themes. 18+ / minors dni.

wc: 3k+.

a/n: this is just the first chapter, but i wanted to give some fair warning for content!! this is also my first jjk fanfic i'm steadily working on, so tread lightly.

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001.

The lone cigarette hangs over your tiers loosely, mindlessly staring off into space. You were pondering a thought for a moment, but you couldn’t bring yourself back to whatever it was that made you zone out. Your arms cross just below your chest, leaning into the brick of the office building. The ash at the end of the cigarette was progressively increasing the more you became idle.

What was it that you were thinking about?

“He’s not back yet?”

The lowly registered voice breaks your subconscious fixation on whatever it was far into the distance, eyes now flitting up to the taller, blonde haired man that appears adjacent to you. You purse your lips together, lithe fingers reaching up to remove the cigarette from your lips to tap the excess of ash after realizing just how much of it there was. 

“Of course not.” You respond with a hint of annoyance in your tone when you remember what you were thinking about – or who, for that matter. 

Satoru Gojo.

He was off completing another assignment – one that he completely dismissed the offering of help from the other known sorcerers in the branch – even though Ijichi insisted on following along after as a support system. And he hadn’t returned yet. It wasn’t out of Gojo’s character to do such a thing, so when you hear him complaining outside of your office audibly to ‘taking on the job himself’, it doesn’t come as a surprise.

That doesn’t mean it never brought a tinge of annoyance every time he was performatively cocky.

And not only that, this had become something of a recurrence. He was gone for far longer than he needed to be today, though.

A similar sigh of annoyance expels from the man, fixing the ocular frames along his face that you always found so oddly shaped. You can’t help the amused smile tugging at the corner of your lips to his reaction, taking a slow drag from the cigarette only to exhale a short laugh of cloud.

“Kento.. You can’t be surprised by that, you know,” You comment in a murmur, allowing your arm to hang off the one bent under your bosom as your gaze now settles on the other. 

His features were stoic, the strain of his work days idle on his features, but the way he carried himself was far from exhausted through his built, taller stature. You can see the shimmer in the glass of his frame when his head tilts towards you, offering him a raise of your brows. 

“He’s too arrogant.”

“Again, not surprising.”

There’s a growing silence between the two of you. This conversation was becoming a common one, Nanami somehow finding you outside more and more with the same pack of cigarettes in your hold; same position; same time and place. It was almost as if it was a routine.

“.. Have you spoken to him at all?” He asks, and you don’t know if it’s out of curiosity or of concern.

It’s only then that you ponder a response after a moment of trying to recall the last conversation you had with Gojo.

He had been brushing you off every time he caught your glance in the office, every time you walked past each other with a few centimeters of distance between you in passing. Granted, the last time you were even in the same vicinity as Gojo, it wasn’t pleasant and all you wanted was to block it out of your memory for as long as you could. It was only a couple months ago, but it was still fresh on replay in your mind.

Nanami inquires about Gojo everytime he finds you outside. The history between Gojo and yourself wasn’t that too farfetched to understand – all of them having been in the same technical school, gone through the same training, known each other for what seemed like years. You knew Gojo best, even with how closed off he seemed to other people, but you were someone that saw through his bullshit a lot more than just surface level to anyone else who would just brush it off as him being consumed by narcissism.

“Y/N,” Nanami says with a weight that’s delicate even with how deep his tone was, breaking you away from your trailing thoughts that cause your gaze to travel once more, looking back at him. 

He holds your gaze with a hesitance, hands neatly tucked into the pockets of his trousers just as he expels a breath through his nostrils, still waiting on an answer that he knew was the same.

“You know him, Kento, he always comes back.”

You see a small sense of tension release Nanami’s shoulders by your words, and that’s enough for him to not press forward. It’s almost peculiar in the way he doesn’t pry. Part of you wanted him to keep prying. 

He turns away from you, both of your eyes now settled into your surroundings a bit of the way across from you, settling into the silence between the two of you.

“You know you should quit doing this.”

“Smoking? I know.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Nanami’s larger frame leans back into the building beside you, still giving you a couple feet between the two of you.

Of course, you knew what he meant. You let out a sigh, blindly pressing the end of the cigarette to the brick to put it out with a twist of your fingers. 

“It’s complicated, Nanami.”

“Which is more of a reason to stop. If you know how he is, Y/N, you’d stop giving him this much grace.”

The weight of Nanami’s words were heavy on your chest, but you knew he was right. He didn’t know the full story between you two, but he didn’t need to know. It was the way you carried yourself, the energy you possessed at the mentioning of Gojo – it was all too obvious.

You decide to avoid a response to his words, turning your head to look up at him with a playful smile that feigns innocence, now returning your arms back to their crossed positioning.

“You know you don’t have to care about me so much~” You say in jest, just enough to get a small inkling of a smile from the taller man.

And you do, the corners of Nanami’s lips turning up into a slight smile that resembles sunlight between cumulus. It’s enough to make the somber moment much more lighthearted than it needed to be. 

“I’d be a fool to not care as much. Any decent man would want to be worried.”

There’s an airy chuckle that leaves your lips, just before your attention is drawn away from each other to hear the slam of a car door. 

Nanami’s smile is now dissipated, settled back into his stoic expression just as your own resets, even with your brows still slightly lifted to the sight of two men walking up to the building. 

The much taller, white haired man emerges from the vehicle, tugging down the dark bandage over his eyes and brushing the dirt and non-existent gravel from his dark attire. His appearance is disheveled, looking as if he scrapped with someone in a ditch with remnants of blood littered in his hair, across his pale flesh and fabric clinging and distressed to his frame.

“Yo, Nanami!” He exclaims, tone a tad exhausted while a slightly shorter, dark haired gentleman trails behind him soon after. You hear a disgruntled breath leave Nanami, catching from your peripherals his hand lifting in greeting.

“Satoru.” Nanami calls out, eyeing over his appearance as he’s leaning off the building and your own body straightens up. He glances over to you for a second, seeing the discomfort in your stiff appearance, now taking two steps forward when Gojo begins to walk over. 

“You look like hell.”

“Hey, I’ve fought worse~ This was lightwork.” Gojo says with a smitten grin plastered onto his face, Nanami only sighing hopelessly.

There wasn’t an ounce of acknowledgement of your presence when Nanami and Gojo spoke to one another. It doesn’t bother you, but it does bother you. It makes you realize that you really don’t need to be here after all. 

‘If you know how he is, Y/N, you’d stop giving him this much grace.’

The quote replays like an echo in your head. It sinks deep and it’s now something you’re completely stuck on. It’s enough to bring your feet to step away from the two of them, crossing behind Nanami to head back into the building. You need to be away and in your office anyway and you got the reassurance you needed that Gojo was still kicking. 

It’s when you step away, does Gojo’s attention follow you for a split second before it returns back to Nanami. And Nanami can clearly see it, no matter how short of a fraction it was, his own gaze trailing behind you before he turns back to the white haired man. 

You’re no longer in earshot of the conversation, but the feeling of dread is still there. Why was it consuming you this badly? What purpose did it serve to wallow in it? You tousle your tresses in dismay, huffing to yourself.

“This is so fucking stupid..” It’s something you murmur to yourself.

Every time he goes on a mission, you worry; every time he isn’t back in the fit time frame, you worry. How much more did you need to worry about a man that wanted absolutely nothing to do with you?

You weren’t expecting a ‘hey, hello, Y/N!’ or a ‘were you waiting on little ol’ me~?’ that he would casually throw in just to annoy you, to which you would retort with something along the lines of ‘glad to see you not dead’.

You don’t know what you were expecting. 

The moment you enter your office, you close the door immediately behind you and lean back into it, the back of your head pressing into the glass. You feel a slight sting behind your eyelids when you close them for a moment of clarity, you already know your eyes are welling up by just how frustrated you were.

You settle into the memory from years back.

It’s as if you’re reliving it. The momentary glimmers of your youth with Satoru, the stolen glances, the teasing that traveled into your later years that were still juvenile just more refined with age. Late nights after trials and training. Off days where you’d hang around his place; where he’d hang around yours.

Then, the memory starts to build up. 

Being employed under the same group of sorcerers for the academy. Taking assigned missions with each other with ease, celebratory drinks after to congratulate each other on coming out alive of each one.

The memory starts to boil over.

Letting you in on his Infinite. 

It’s scalding.

His Infinite.

It’s hard to control – hard to breathe.

The day you realized he denied you access to his Infinite.

It makes your stomach sink the more you think about it, the more you ruminate in it–

“Lost in thought or are you spiraling?”

The familiarity in that tone of voice sends a shock through your frame and makes your gut once sunk low jump straight back up into your throat. 

Your eyes shoot open, immediately darting to the glimmer of the white haired figure sitting at your desk, sitting back comfortably with one leg settled over his knee.

“Jesus fucking Christ–” You let out a weary gasp, palm pressed to your heart as if to check if it was still beating. Gojo expels a short laugh in response and your brows twitch together.

It was the first thing he’s said to you in months, and it didn’t feel as comforting or fulfilling to be finally addressed by Gojo as you thought it would be. 

You wear an irritated expression as you glance over him, standing up straighter against the door. 

“Can’t remember the last time I popped in on you like this,” He remarks with his hands folding together on his lap, mirth playing on his tiers with his head cocked towards his shoulder, using his heel to lean back into the chair. “I almost forgot how jumpy you get when I do it.”

You couldn’t remember the last time he did this either. Gojo would play this game with you quite often, mostly to ask you a measly question about something that could have been simply sent through a text or just to get under your skin when you weren’t expecting it. Most of the time, it was the latter.

“Why can’t you just knock on the door like a normal person?” You respond with a sharpness in your tone that just causes the grin to stretch further on his lips.

“Mmn, I’m not normal, remember?” He purrs lowly.

“Clearly,” A sigh leaves your lips, your facial features now relaxing after taking a small glance around your office before it returns back to him. You ponder what to say next, but the words come out less polite than you initially wanted. “What do you want, Gojo?”

It’s quiet for a short moment before the grin is softening on his lips into more of a cocky smile, sitting back up again and swiveling in the chair to face you.

“Come over to my place tonight.”

You stare blankly. You don’t respond.

Gojo exhales a dry laugh to the delay of a response he receives from you, only causing your shoulders to tense.

“What?”

“Do I really have to repeat myself again, Y/N? You heard me.”

“I heard you–” You echo back to him, scoffing under a haughty breath as you push yourself off the door, shifting to stand in front of your desk. You lean over to snatch up a few papers that were laid out on the surface, turning to your filing cabinet to store them where they needed to be. “--but lemme guess.. You don’t have some other girl to occupy your space tonight, so you have to turn to me as a last resort?”

“Oh, please, Y/N~ You know me better than anyone else, and you know that I can scoop any random girl in a millisecond to do my bidding if I chose to~”

Your jaw tightens to that. 

But, he wasn’t wrong. 

Gojo had a knack for hooking up with just about anything that had a pulse, and they’d surely fall into his palms just with a glance. You’ve walked in on him a couple times when you would merely visit and a different girl every time was scrambling to get their clothes on and rush out as fast as possible, never to be seen again.

“Tonight’s different. I want you to come over. For old time’s sake.”

“I’m busy tonight.”

Gojo grimaces with a twitch of his nose, even exhaling a snort to the quick admission.

“You’re lying.” He chimes, head following you as you close the filing cabinet and turning towards him again. 

“And?” You place your hands on your hips, facial features stern when speaking – definitely trying to shield yourself. “So what if I’m lying? Why do you want me over?”

“For old time’s sa–”

“Gojo.” You raise your voice to stop him, the sound bouncing off the walls as you hold a hand up to press into your temple and close your eyes to calm yourself for that small pause, quietly, deeply sighing.

You’re mildly hesitant when your mouth opens, the following words hardly summing up how you felt in that moment.

“You haven’t spoken to me.. In months,” You begin with a worn tone, much quieter but still audible enough for him to hear you. It was only the two of you in the room after all. “And.. you want me to come over to your place? Just like that? You want me to just say, ‘yes, Satoru, I’ve been waiting for you to reach out like this, I’ll definitely come over!’ and just do it?”

You play up the performance by exaggerating your words – even when there was so much truth behind them – hand falling to your side as you stare a hole into the white haired man perched in the seat. 

All the while, Gojo’s smile is still fixed on his tiers, lightly clicking his tongue soon after before he’s standing up from the chair to walk around your desk, leaning his hip into the edge of it.

“Honestly, knowing you, I figured you wouldn’t be too thrilled by it,” He gives a shrug of his shoulders, rolling his head to cock once more. “But.. You haven’t said no.”

You blink once, coming to the realization that you really haven’t denied it. He wasn’t really asking either. 

He just simply said it. 

“Come over to my place tonight.” Gojo repeats, now lifting himself off of the desk to stand tall and a foot away from you. He towers over you, so you have to crane your neck just enough to get a good look at him. “If you don’t show up, I’ll get the message.”

You don’t even have a second to reply, or even come back with a snarky comment, before he’s disappearing from sight.

The weight on your chest has somehow lifted, the tension in your shoulders soothed, but it’s not comforting in the slightest. You stare at the spot he was once standing in, mindlessly walking over to your desk to sit onto as your eyes wander the room. Your fingertips drag along the surface of the wood, quirking your lips to one side in thought. 

Why didn’t you say no..?

There’s a knock at the door that breaks you away from lingering far longer on the thought, your body back to its stiff state. Only then does it go away when you see it open and Nanami appear behind it. A sigh of relief leaves you, almost slumping forward with your palms bracing the desk.

Nanami doesn’t have to say anything. The look in your eyes says enough.

You break the silence after a moment, standing back onto your feet as you take a glance at the clock on the wall before looking back to Nanami.

“Dinner on me?”

[the-thing-withfeathers]

i’ll do anything

requested

a/n: tysm to the anon who sent this request. i’ve been so keen to write it. i love a super menacing reader, i think its so funny to write them.

pairing: sabrina carpenter x reader

warnings: smut!!!, physical violence (not to either of the main characters), public sex, cursing, thigh grinding, finger riding, nipple play.

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you & sabrina decided to go out for dinner somewhere close to your apartment. you both had busy days and had no time or energy to cook.

you two were the it-couple of the century but you didn’t show yourselves much, valuing the privacy of your own home since you two were in the limelight so much.

due to this circumstance, you had your fair share of paparazzi follow you around when you did show your face.

when you two left the restaurant, there was a flood of paparazzi snapping photos of the two of you.

you were annoyed, you had a long day and you didn’t need any more of this. she was pouting, she clearly had just as shitty of a day as you. you gripped her hand and pulled her towards your car, trying to make a clear path for the two of you. you didn’t have security, it was just the two of you.

you snapped when you saw one of them shove sabrina, trying to get a picture. that was your girl, he had no right. in a fit of rage, you grabbed his camera and smashed it to bits. you followed by throwing a punch at him, your fist colliding with his face in no time.

sabrina jumped, shocked by your actions. she wasn’t afraid of you, she knew you were just protecting her. however, that protectiveness you were displaying, the furrow of your eyebrow, the hardening of your jaw… it was doing something to her.

“fuck off! or i’ll snap you in half!” you turned and told off a different man who was snapping photos of you breaking the camera.

the anger in your voice, the gritting of your teeth, it was beginning to get all too much for her. her thighs started to rub together as a last minute effort to contain the wetness pooling at her core.

you tugged her towards the car, opening the passenger seat for her. despite your anger, you were still polite, and that spurred her on even further. she was looking at you with bedroom eyes that were incredibly hard to miss. you leaned down to the seat and buckled her seatbelt for her, kissing her cheek in the process. she almost moaned just from that.

“glad you’re okay, baby.” you mumbled. you pulled away and shut the door, making your way to the driver’s seat.

you hopped in and buckled your seatbelt. you started the car and waited a couple of seconds.

“thank you for sticking up for me.” she said as you put the car into gear. she knew she couldn’t wait. she put the car back in park just as you were about to go. “now i need you to fuck me.”

you turned to her with wide eyes as you both undid your seatbelts. you had no idea you would get this reaction out of her. you reclined your seat, trying to move over to the back but she took that opportunity to straddle you in the driver’s seat.

“oh… you’re needy, needy.” you said, smiling as you felt her wetness on your stomach. you sat up and your fingers met her panties, circling the fabric. “sooo wet. did i really make you feel like this?” you asked, curiosity peaking.

the thought of the two of you getting caught was turning you on even further. the crowd of paparazzi just dispersed not even five minutes ago, you were sure some of them were lurking.

she nodded and bit down on her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as your fingers worked their magic. “mmhm… so hot seeing you angry…” she mumbled as you pulled her hips down to meet your thigh. she gasped, flinching a little bit. you loved getting a rise out of her.

“who’s my pretty girl?” you asked her, slowly moving her hips to grind on your thigh at a dreadfully slow pace.

“me… i’m your pretty girl.” she said, whimpering at how slow you were going. “stop teasinggg…” she said, prolonging her consonants.

“i’m not teasing, darling. you’re just so fucking needy.”

you grabbed her jaw in your hand, making her turn to look outside the car.

“look, you couldn’t even wait to get back home before needing me to fuck you dumb.” you said, growling under your breath. “such a good little slut for me.”

“yeah… yeah…” she said, under her breath, her eyes shut. “i’m your little slut. i love being your slut.” you could tell she was already sensitive, perhaps the overwhelming amount of arousal from earlier pushed her along further than you thought.

you raised your calf so your thigh pressed even harder against her core. you saw the wet patch start to form as she got herself off on the fabric of your pants. she gripped your shoulders, her acrylics digging into your shirt.

“mmph, fuck.” she said, leaning down to bury her face into your neck. “wanna cum, wanna cum for you.” she said, muffled.

“you cum when i tell you.” you said, yanking her hair back so she was sitting back up again. but you pulled her closer, placing your forehead against hers. “how bad do you want it?”

“so bad… so so bad… need to cum all over you.” she said, forcing her eyes open to make eye contact with you.

“you want me to let you cum?”

“please, pretty please. i’ll do anything.” she said, nodding.

you lifted the front of her skirt, pressing your thumb down on her clit every time she grinded towards you. she grunted softly as her clit hit your thumb every single time.

“you can cum, princess.” you nodded at her.

her breath started to hitch as her moans started to increase in pitch and frequency. she jolted as she finished all over your thigh, crying out a high pitched moan, her eyes squeezed shut.

you sighed, smiling at your work.

you fell back into the seat but pulled her along with you, capturing her lips in a forceful kiss. you pulled her upwards a little bit, lifting the skirt she was wearing so her entire ass was on display to the world.

“this is what you get. the world is gonna see just how desperate you are for me.” you laughed at the state of her. she was on your chest, her hands at your shoulders, her arousal dripping onto your bare stomach. you were suddenly pushing her panties down until they were at her knees.

you wrapped your arm around the back of her thigh, running a finger along her slit while nursing her cheek, pressing kisses to it as her eyes fluttered shut again.

her breath quivered as she tried to speak. “you’re just so hot… wanna ride your fingers.”

you figured you could do that.

“okay, baby. i’ll give you that.” you cooed. “but just you know.” you gripped her cheeks again. “it’s only cause i’m letting you have it.”

she nodded out of desperation.

you moved your hand to sit between the two of you, pushing her panties to the side once more. her mouth dropped open when you inserted a finger into her, quickly following up with a second one.

she moved her hips up and down, riding her fingers like her life depended on it. her hips bounced, raising up then slamming down on your lap.

you reached up to grope one of her tits, pulling her shirt down as you did. you toyed with the nipple, twisting it in between her fingers. you saw goosebumps travel across her chest along with a red blush.

you sat back up and took her other boob into your mouth, biting down on the nipple while you continued to play with the other one.

sabrina put her hands on the back of your head, pushing your face further into the soft pillow of her breast. you groaned softly, feeling the warmth of her chest.

she continued to get herself off on your fingers. you noticed her pace got sloppy when she started to fall back down harder after lifting herself up, you decided to help her out by pumping your fingers in and out of her.

“yes… yes. just like that.” she eventually had to stop lifting herself up, her legs starting to get tired. you continued to finger her, curling your fingers inside of her which got her thighs shaking.

you pulled your mouth away from her tit with a ‘pop!’ noise.

“you gonna cum again for me?” you asked, flashing her a cheeky and toothy smile.

“yes… keep going, i’m gonna… gonna cu—“ she couldn’t even finish her sentence before she reached her climax and was leaking all over your fingers. she cried your name out, pushing her body into yours.

she fell into your chest, you wrapped your arm around her back to hug her. your face softened a little bit when you saw her flushed and fucked out.

“good girl, that’s my good girl.” you comforted her. she whined softly, kissing you weakly.

“you need to stop getting angry, it makes me horny.” she coughed out, her throat was dry from her mouth hanging open so much.

“you understand that i will keep getting angry if it means we get to do this more?”

“please please please, don’t.”

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the next day when you two woke up. both your phones had blown up overnight.

you woke sabrina up after checking the reason why.

a photo of sabrina flushed out against your chest, panting while her skirt rode up enough to see her panties, had gone viral.

she covered her face in embarrassment as you laughed at her.

“fuckin’ paparazzi.”

[hypnosis-sekai]

"..Oh, Rin-san! I see you're still-"

"..."

"...Sulking about Miku being rebooted huh?" Fukase sat next to her,

"...Yeah, I miss my sister too dude."

"I just.. I should've warned her about this instead of trying to stay safe..." She buried her head in her arms.

"hey, I feel the same about your twin brother here dude, but we gotta like. Uh, accept it mate, and try to save them." "Please stop calling me mate..."

"sorry, sorry, I'm not good at this comforting thing or anything. Len was extremely good at it but he never teaches me anything, ahaha...

But," he wrapped his arms around Rin, "It's okay to feel guilty, we gonna focus on moving forward and helping our friends get back to themselves!! My sister would go like "Rin-chan, you can do this", heh."

"...Yeah that's... Fair,

I won't give up , especially for her." Rin smiled, finally feeling a little better.

...

"I'm still gonna kiss your twin bro after he snaps out of it♪~" "I still don't understand how you and Miku are siblings."

[hyenahunt]

Obbligato: The Punishment of Kaname Tojo - 14

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, two years ago

Characters: Tatsumi, Kaname

Proofreading: Remi (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: Peace

Kaname: "Run... a...way?"

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Tatsumi: ......

Kaname: Tatsumi-senpai? Are you alright? Your body is swaying.

Tatsumi: Fufu. I suppose my health hasn't quite recovered fully just yet. My doctor said I needed complete bed rest, but I slipped away—

So, once this is over, I'd like to return to the hospital again.

I'll leave the rest to you, HiMERU-san. Please love, protect, and care for those who still suffer in Reimei Academy.

In my place.

Kaname: ... How could I ever replace you?

Tatsumi: What's the matter?

Kaname: I'm nothing but a mistake. I couldn't do most of the work I stole from you properly, and each time I made mistake after mistake—

Though I only took your place for a short time, I was worn out entirely. You're a natural superhuman, while I'm merely ordinary.

I thought about it daily. I was never cut out to be an idol.

Kaname: I would forget everything from lyrics to the choreography of the songs I had to dance to. I can't remember the faces or preferences of the clients that ask after me.

When I spoke it was incomprehensible, and fans who drew close ran away in fear.

I wasn't good at anything I tried, and I grew sick of myself.

Tatsumi: You're still young and inexperienced as an idol, it's only natural you would struggle as you catch up. Any beginner would be the same.

No one is perfect at the start.

That is why we support each other, influence one another positively, and grow by working together. That is how a school should have been.

I'm certain Reimei Academy was the same.

Kaname: ......

Tatsumi: So let this be the beginning for both of us.

Let's live happily with everyone.

Kaname: But I'm— I'm not perfect—

Kaname: —What?!

Tatsumi: ...? What is that crowd doing at the doors of the auditorium?

They're... the Non-Special Students who always joined me at the catacombs. Naturally, I remember each and every face.

Isn't that nice? They've come to support us as well.

Compared to the Special Students that you gathered, HiMERU-san, there weren't many Non-Special Students at all, so I was a little worried they wouldn't...

And yet, here they are. Thank goodness. It wouldn't be good if we were liked by one side alone.

A just and fair environment can only be attained by the support of all involved.

Kaname: ......

Tatsumi: Hm? What is it, HiMERU-san? You've gone pale.

Kaname: M-My brother's—

Tatsumi: Your brother? I do remember you mentioning him earlier, so is that man there your brother? I'd love to say hello to him, as your friend—

Hm... Is it that man? He looks a little worse for wear in that dirtied Reimei Academy uniform, but—

Ah, that's the Elder. No one else has such an appearance.

Kaname: Elder...?

Tatsumi: He's related to someone who was rather influential in the past, and he would do all sorts of favors for me if I asked. I was warned by the teachers not to become involved with him, though.

Is the Elder your brother, HiMERU-san? You two look quite alike, if I do say so myself.

Kaname: ...? Sazanami said something similar, but that vagrant you see every now and then on campus has no relation to me.

It's offensive to even be compared to him.

Kaname: Anyways, moreover, my brother—

He's yelling something with a terrifying look on his face! What is it, brother?

Kaname: "Run... a...way?"

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[First Basement, Butler's Room]

Lato: "My lord… please raise your hands… and stay still."

> "O-okay..."

Lato: "If you move... You will get in trouble."

> "Lato, your eyes are scaring me"

Lato: "Oh? Are you frightened of me? There is no need to be scared.  If you stay still... it will all be over soon."

Flure: "Enough... You are overexaggerating it! We're just taking measurements, alright?"

Muu: "Mr. Lato… that was overblown…"

Lato: "Oh? Was I exaggerating?  This is more or less how threatening Flure was when he took my measurements, though?"

Flure: "It's because you are moving around so much no matter how many times I tell you. The lord is not like you, Lato! You don't have to warn them that much. I'm sorry, my lord. I'll take your measurements right away."

> "Thank you"

~ After a while ~

Flure: "Alright! It's done!"

> "Are you going to make me new outfits?"

Flure: "Of course! Our next expedition, Tower No. 7, is northwest in the mountains. It's cold in the north. Maybe there is still some snow on the ground?"

> "I see…"

Flure: "And it's high altitude. I will make you some sturdy winter clothes."

> "Thank you"

Flure: "Besides, intelligent angels are involved this time... You never know what might happen.  I have to make sure the outfits are warm and yet easy to move in…"

> "Sounds difficult…"

Flure: "No, no! It's a chance to show off my skill! I'm sure I can make it!"

Muu: "You are really confident, Mr. Flure."

Lato: "Flure's personality changes when it comes to making outfits."

Flure: "First of all, I have to start with the materials... Which one should I choose? Mm...! I'm having a hard time decidiiing ♪"

> "Looks like he's having fun…"

At that moment, I suddenly remembered what Berrien said. The butlers have experienced despair. Flure would be no exception. 

At first glance, I would have never known, but there must be something hidden inside. 

So, I asked Flure a question.

> "Flure, are you happy now?"

Flure: "Now? I'm very happy right now! I'm completely immersed in planning my lord's outfits.  It's the most fulfilling moment of my life, to make outfits for someone I hold dear."

> "I-I see…"

Lato: "Kufufu... ♪ I am glad Flure is feeling better. He was crying in bed last night."

> "R-really?"

Flure: "W-wait, Lato! Can you not tell the lord about that?"

> "Is everything fine? Flure?"

Flure: "I just had a sad dream… remembered something from the past… It's really not a big deal! Don't worry about me, my lord! Lato, if you say something unnecessary again... I won't make your expedition outfits."

Lato: "That's not fair. As your brother, I would love to wear the clothes you make."

Flure: "Of course you would. Then please be quiet."

Muu: "Mr. Flure! Can you make me some clothes?"

Flure: "You are covered with fur, Muu, so you should be able to withstand the cold, right?"

Muu: "Th-that's true, but…"

Flure: "Fufu… Sorry, I'm just kidding. You're going on the expedition, right, Muu? I feel bad if you're the only one left out, so I'll make sure to make you one."

Muu: "Thank you, Mr. Flure!"

It's the usual cheerful and kind Flure. However, he was crying when recollecting the past… It seems that Flure has endured quite a lot in his past, after all.

Lato: "My lord…"

> "Hm? What's wrong?"

Lato: "Are you not going to ask me the same question as Flure?"

> "U-uhm…"

Lato: "I want you to ask me the same question. 'Lato, are you happy now?' like that…"

> "Sure, Lato, are you happy now?"

Lato: "About that… honestly... I never really understand what 'happiness' is."

> "Huh?"

Lato: "Since birth... I have hardly experienced it myself…"

Flure: "Sigh... Then why trouble the lord to ask you? They might feel bothered, don't you think?"

Lato: "That's because... Maybe I wish they would take an interest in me too?"

Flure: "Geez… You're being unreasonable again. Well then, my lord… That's all for the measurements. Please look forward to the outfits!"

> "Th-thank you"

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