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yeonjunâs room vs my room <3
#[ đŠ ] â misc.#just thought it was cute#that yj did his live in his room#he really feels cozy and cofmy with moas#can you tell I love spirited away?
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fuck it *studio ghibli's your snufmin*
honest to god couldnt draw moomins body in the howl one so i just made him humanoid
#90s moominvalley is such a mood#i love it so much#also the scene where snufkin jumps off the airship gave me strong studio ghibli vibes#couldn't really capture snufkin as well as I wanted :/#ive never drawn moomin before can you tell?#i tried to copy the ghibli style but i felt like i was just tracing the screencaps so it didn't turn out how i wanted#i took moomins human design from a bunch of different cosplays i saw btw#way too many tags sorry bout that#snufkin#moominvalley#moomintroll#moomin#studio ghibli#howls moving castle#spirited away#art#digital art#fanart#meteor does art#redraw
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Everytime a person reablogs my hmc book post as "#studioghibli" an angel loses his wings
#Movie is how Howl tells the story and the book is-#NO PLEASE NO#it was funny it first but it's not anymore pls#that not how Howl would tell the story#is that how he would portrait his own image? Maybe#I can see that#BUT ANYTHING ELSE???#especially SOPHIE?#no way#absolutely no way#like I have nothing against studio Ghibli I LOVED Totoro and quite enjoyed spirited away#but like#what made you to see the post about Howl being a stupid welsh loser#and then go like#âoh that TOTALLY what I saw in a studio Ghibli movie yesâ#and then reblog it with this teg#I have nothing against you guys I just#I'd like us to have a separate tag#pls#let as have at least one or two book-only tag#(same to guys with mobile hmc edits under Howell Jenkins tag)#LIKE HOW DID YOU FIND OUT#THIS NAME WAS MY SECRET WEAPON#the perfect way to understand about wich version of Howl we're taking abt#don't ruin it pls(#thank you#howl's moving castle#hmc book#howl's moving castle book#howell jenkins
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Making myself sad thinking about ghost maria......
#ramblings#bc like. she's barely even herself anymore#her memories and her mind have rotted away like a corpse. she clings onto what little is left but that's fading away too#really the one thing still tying her to reality is shadow#she doesn't want to leave him but she doesn't fully know why#she's almost completely unaware of her situation. existance feels like a fleeting dream and every day it makes less and less sense#and shadow. shadow doesn't even know she's there#he can't hear her whispers when she tries to call out to him#he can't feel when she strokes his fur while he sleeps#he can't see her get excited whenever he does something cool#she's dead. still lives on in spirit and in his memory but there's still a disconnect. they cannot interact with each other#and even if they could. would it be as happy of a reunion as you'd think it'd be?#like i said. maria is barely herself. just an image based on a decaying memory#she can barely speak. she doesn't remember how#it's painful whether they can actually interact or not. but not interacting may be the least painful#AUGH i'm so fucking emo about this i'm gonna cry#i fucking love tragedy can you tell
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What would you think, if, after getting advice from Iroh, Zuko and the gang travel to the spirit world in order to find Aangâs people so that Aang can teach the air acolytes more about the air nomads? But Zuko gets attacked by a poisonous spirit and reverts back to pre Season 2 Zuko after losing some of his memories due to the poison fogging his mind. Zuko is confused and doesnât know why heâs firelord. The gang try to explain things to him, but it only causes him to become even more confused. Aang and the gang then leave Zuko behind to spend more time with the air acolytes. While theyâre gone, Zuko is very uncertain about what to do, but soon corrupt advisors convince him to restart the war. Zuko doesnât remember his friendship with Aang, but he hears that he once joined Aang, so Zuko assumes that Aang once brainwashed him into joining team Avatar and turning against his Father. Zuko intends to be a much greater firelord than his father, and he and his army raid the air acolyte settlement in their airships in order to hunt down Aang once again, and end up burning down the settlement. Aang and the gang wonder why Zuko chose to hunt them down again. Aang eventually comes to the conclusion that Zuko backslid due to bad advice from his advisors and because he lost some of his memories. Aang then travels the nations looking for a cure to help restore Zukoâs memories. Â
Azula escapes from the mental institute and Zuko sends bounty hunters after her to capture her. Soon, Azula gets bitten by a snake, so she finds help in the village of Jang Hui where she is healed by two waterbenders, who are taking refuge there. Jang Hui is the village Katara helped in The Painted Lady. And the villagers arenât on good terms with the firelord. The villagers accept her and assume that sheâs on their side because sheâs made an enemy of the Firelord. The villagers teach Azula how to heal people using firebending techniques inspired by water bending, and she ends up becoming a fisherwoman because itâs a fishing town. She starts to warm up to the town, but one day she overhears the waterbenders talking about sneaking out to sabotage the smelting factory(which is currently undergoing reconstruction) in order to help the villagers. Azula offers to join their mission, and the three sneak out to destroy the factory, but she betrays the waterbenders over to the fire nation in hopes that she might bring glory to the fire nation. But now that the waterbenders are captured and eliminated, the town is defenseless. Zukoâs army burns the town down leaving few survivors. Zuko didnât exactly authorize the attack, but he did give his generals permission to do whatever it takes to stop the villagers from trying to halt the rebuilding of the factory used for the war effort. A few survive and declare revenge on Azula for what she did. Â
Azula starts to feel terrible about betraying the people who saved her life and indirectly causing the village to be destroyed, since she didnât know it would be destroyed. And she holds Zuko partially responsible for destroying the village. After wandering around, Azula looks through a telescope and sees Aang try to save a fire nation village from a volcano, and she also sees Zuko. Zuko does nothing after his corrupt advisors tell him to leave the village, saying that Aang will probably die, so Zuko runs away. But Aang manages to save the village from the erupting volcano. Azula gets accepted into the gang when she uses her new healing abilities to heal Aang, who is wounded by the volcano. They reluctantly team up to stop Zuko.
After wandering around the Earth Kingdom to look for a cure for Zuko's memory loss, the gang sees a massive stream of fire pour down from a few fire nation airships hovering above a village. The stream of fire burns the village to the ground, leaving few survivors. It turns out that fire nation scientists developed a highly addictive serum that can increase the fire power of any fire Bender. The downside is that prolonged use of the serum results in loss of the senses, and eventually death. Senses such as taste, smell, sight, touch, and hearing. Zuko intends take the serum and lead a fleet of airships to finish what his Dad started by burning the Earth Kingdom to the ground. After learning what Zuko intends to do, even Aang feels tempted to give up on him.
it's an interesting concept, but i have a few critiques.
first, if the gaang knows zuko lost his memory, why would they leave him in the first place? and even if they did that, surely there'd be somebody in the palace who could say "hey firelord zuko maybe don't restart the war dude wtf" or at least alert the gaang or something.
second, i've seen a lot of people try to have azula's redemption involve learning some kind of healing, and i gotta say, it very very rarely does anything for me. for starters, it (probably unintentionally) reinforces the northern water tribe's ideology that healing is inherently for women (the show admittedly also did this bc the only named male waterbender who uses any kind of healing in any canon that i'm aware of is unalaq). moreover, it's not something i think azula would be particularly good at or have much interest in.
also, why are there waterbenders in jang hui? it's a fire nation village. you said they were taking refuge, but from what, and why there? on top of that, azula knows zuko is firelord and doesn't know he's lost his memories, so why would she assume betraying the waterbenders to the fire nation would bring it glory? if she just broke out of the asylum, then the last time she saw zuko was when he and katara fought her during the agni kai.
third, if zuko lost his memory to a "poisonous" (???) spirit in the spirit world, why are they searching the earth kingdom for a cure? shouldn't they be looking in the spirit world? aang's the avatar, and iroh's gotten in before, so it shouldn't be the hardest thing in the world.
fourth, if zuko lost all his memories of books 2 and 3, he shouldn't know about ozai's plan to burn everything to the ground, since that wasn't established until after he returned to the fire nation with azula, mai, and ty lee.
finally, even before book 1 began, zuko was deeply loyal to his people, balking at the mere idea of sacrificing newbie soldiers for the sake of a win, so i can't fathom a world where zuko is ok with burning down jang hui (a fire nation village) just cuz.
i'm not trying to say there's no potential here, you have some very interesting ideas, but there's a lot that doesn't really work for me.
(to be fair tho i'm not a huge fan of anything involving much of the air acolytes bc i frankly could not give less of a fuck about them. i don't hate them or anything they just don't mean anything to me)
#atla#it's an interesting concept#but honestly as described here it's more confusing than anything else#also the whole premise relies on the idea that zuko blindly listens to what people tell him to do#which is something he's never once managed ever in his life#also the whole ''let's burn everything to the ground'' was something zuko wasn't remotely ok with#bc unlike azula he hasn't been raised to believe that the right thing to say is whatever makes dad proud of you#he HAS been raised to believe that paternal love has to be earned through blood sweat and tears#but if he knew ozai was in prison then obviously the best way to get his favor would be to let him out and reinstate him as firelord#which would be. very confusing to ozai#imagine just sitting in prison and then your son storms in and tells you he's freed himself of brainwashing and you can be in charge again#then imagine having to explain that the avatar can take away bending now but you'd be happy to help him rule from the shadows#since clearly your daughter wasn't of any use#...actually i think you have the start of a really good toxic father-son bonding experience that absolutely nobody wanted#having said that my biggest piece of advice is to cut the serum idea entirely#it makes no sense in the established atla world#they haven't even got antibiotics over there yet#it'll be awhile before they're inventing super soldier serums to create captain fire nation or whatever#also i'm curious what advice iroh gave that prompted all of this#aang doesn't need to go into the spirit world he has all the previous air avatars on psychic speed dial#oh and why would jang hui hate zuko?#katara definitely would've pushed him to send them help#also they apparently became famous for their seafood after the war#so zuko would probably be pretty well liked by them#again it isn't a bad idea it just needs a lot of workshopping#bc right now it raises way more questions than it seems intent on answering
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@flovverworks | cont. from ( x )
Ratio can't say he's surprised by Akira's animosity towards him. No, such a thing wasn't shown outright - but he can tell from their wording, from how defensive they got to the way they wanted him to also support the wizards of this world, that they were indeed upset by his own mouthful of hastily said thoughts. Though, no, Akira wasn't hasty. They had a calm in their devotion - it was something to be admired, though probably built up through experience. But their first sentence does prompt Ratio, "So, you're not from around here then either, hmm?" It's simply an observation and hypothesis. They were certainly well acquainted with and trusting enough of the wizards, which had to be fulfilled through events or at least long-term exposure to and living with one another. It makes sense then that Akira would know these wizards' characters far better than Ratio did.
And yet...Ratio wants to call it "ignorance". Ignorance in the sense that these higher than mortal beings in terms of power could not fall to their own follies. Ignorance in that they wouldn't even accidentally break a promise, just because they all knew the weight of words spoken. Ignorance in thinking that Ratio was forcing anyone to think any one way - This is their world. Another statement which leads Ratio to believe he and Akira are one in the same, at least in terms of physical situation, but also one that Ratio agrees with wholeheartedly. "I never said I'd suddenly force all these thoughts upon them you know - merely that such a magic system of this nature was ridiculous."
He pauses, and then sighs, uncrossing his arms from in front of his chest. Akira certainly seemed like a person who thought with their heart more than their mind, what with their examples being of promising love and marriage. So, putting it in that way... "To put it differently - In my humble opinion, living in a world in which breaking a promise could make you lose everything feels...unbalanced and unfair. Feelings ebb and flow, just like ocean waves lapping up on the beach. No one feeling stays the same for forever - it morphs and shifts with time, and it may have taken on a completely different form, or disappeared altogether. What happens exactly when that happens to a wizard then? When their feelings change with the flow of time and experience, and perhaps that love they had once promised truly is gone in their hearts? Would their magic then just vanish, even though they were just living their lives? Would they be forced to tie themselves down to every promise that they make, even at the expense of their own happiness?"
Ratio is genuinely curious, as well as genuinely concerned, furrowed brows and tense demeanor that only gets tighter the more he speaks. But he does take a moment's pause to breathe, and to lessen the strong grip he had on his own biceps, trying to relax a little. Though his look then, for however serious and stern he was, gets a bit sadder. "Of course its cruel - breaking a promise, or having your promise broken. Of course, there should be some sort of consequence for it, depending on the severity of it. But to be afraid to make any promises at all, or to break any of the ones you have made, in fear of losing so much...It's inflexible. Sometimes, it just isn't even your fault that you broke the promise in the first place, and should such a change be punished so severely? It makes me think...this world was created to simply punish its own life and their freedom to live and learn from their mistakes."
#flovverworks#;ratio#hi can you tell i write ratio a bit differently now (he's still part asshole but its a different brand i swear)#anyways um now he's just playing devil's advocate (it gets him thinking and he loves a thought)#(i say when he's probably still very freaked out over being spirited away like this)#he also just. says words. a lot of words. and actually cares a lot gut does he express it well? vote now on your phones#but anyways yeeeeessss i'm glad you liked the topic yaaaaaay#i was unsure if i'd ever write a response and then the brain worms hit me hehe
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man i'd really like for revallen to encounter the ghost of his father but with his skillset it's just not likely
#revallen lavellan#now nessie on the other hand is a dreamer. she could very easily meet dirennen. but she wouldn't know him from any other elvhen spirit#unless she straight up said 'im revallen's daughter!' and dirennen just latched onto her as kin to protect#revallen would have questions. he would have closure to get. he'd be able to speak to his father as equals#and ask to hear the tales that only the dead can tell#but without nessie's help or even solas' he can't do it purposefully. he would love to. but he can't#it would wreck him tbh. dirennen would say 'you've grown wellâ my son' and revallen would just collapse#the survivors guilt of watching his father die. the guilt of failing his clan. the grief at losing his familyâ his wife. the self loathing.#it would all hit at once and all of a sudden he's right back to being the teenage boy who's scared to face more loss#he covers his face to hide the tears and dirennen pulls him into a comforting embrace. 'know and mourn the pastâ my sonâ' he says#'but look always towards the future.'#if nessie is there she hugs him and it's a little father-daughter bonding moment#if solas is there it's kind of awkward. but he comes up on one side and puts an arm around revallen's shoulders and supports him anyways#half carrying half leading him back to the edge of sleep when dirennen fades#when he's less actively agitated he asks if he's all right. and instead of answering revallen just Vanishes#because dorian woke him up#because something woke dorian up. and when he turned to look at revallen's sleeping face (which he is fond of doing) there were tears#when dorian wiped them away there were more. so he shook revallen awake. 'amatus!' and revallen startled back to consciousness#eyes wide and confused with lingering hurt. another tear falls and dorian wipes it awayâ cupping his cheek. 'you were dreamingâ amatus.'#'are you all right?' and revallen blinks. then sighs deeply and nodsâ closing the distance between him and dorian.#''m ok' he mutters sleepily. 'w's just old ghosts. sorry I woke you.'#etc etc cute sleepy bed shit im running out of tags#i do think dirennen and nessie would have a spirit mentor/acolyte thing going on. he could teach her adahl'era and give her guidance#'let me go ask granddad rq' * conks the fuck out*#i think he'd also be naturally drawn to/protective of her. like as a dreamer yeah but also she's naturally receptive to spirits
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I want to talk about why I think this is the one of the most important Falin panels:
So, Falin is really nice, right? It's one of the first things we really learn about her. She's kind even to the monsters of the dungeon - choosing to ward the party rather than fight spirits and cause them needless harm.
In the above early flashback in chapter 11, we see Marcille fawning over Falin's kindness, calling her an angel. Namari calls her soft-hearted. We see Falin choose not to fight even when a zombie attacks - instead she resolves the confrontation with a hug. After the flashback, the first thing Senshi says is that Falin "sounds like quite the person," which Marcille strongly affirms.
At this point in the story, all we have seen of Falin are these impressions; she is a healer, an angel, a caretaker with an infinite well of kindness towards everyone she meets - both friend and foe.
And honestly, that remains most of what we have to go by to understand her. The only times we get to see Falin on the page, alive and just herself, are in the opening and closing pages of the story and in the brief period of time after she is resurrected.
Nonetheless, we do have some more details to work with. For one, there is the scene that The Panel is from - a short memory in chapter 75, when Marcille flashes back to while she's dying. In that scene, Falin prepares to teleport them all out, and says that she's sorry "if there is a person at [their] destination." And that's when we get The Panel.
If you teleport someone or something into another person, the person teleported into is likely to be, at minimum, severely injured. They could die.
We can see a lovely little horrifying example of exactly why in one of the Daydream Hour doodles:
So, hmm. That's not... that's not SUPER nice. Certainly not displaying the same "kindness to all, friend and foe included" we saw represented earlier. On a basic level, this adds some nuance to Falin's kindness. We see it break a little, when pushed to the limit. We see her chose to protect the people she loves above all else.
Which makes sense! As Laios says when the Winged Lion accuses him of similarly being motivated more by his friends' safety than everyone else in the dungeon, "...most people, aside from virtuous do-gooders, would feel the same way."
So, we can take The Panel as simply showing a moment of weakness for Falin. A time when she was pushed to her limits, and that "most people" selfish side of her shone through.
However... I think there's a little more going on with Falin than just her being an angel 99% of the time, except just that once. I love The Panel because I think it helps us understand that Falin isn't just motivated by kindness - she also has a desire to avoid seeing people in pain.
Isn't that the same thing?
No, no it very much is not.
Let's look at a short comic from the Falin section of the Adventurer's Bible, because I think it illustrates this point perfectly. The group is complaining about how much Marcille's healing hurts, and comparing it to Falin's, which "doesn't hurt a bit." Marcille retorts with the following:
Now, the punchline of this comic is that, despite Marcille's sentimental assertion that she's "thinking of [them]" by letting her healing magic hurt, they all still prefer to be healed by Falin.
But hey, this wouldn't be the first time that Dungeon Meshi hides a very real character beat or insight in a gag, so let's think about this somewhat seriously.
If Marcille is right (and she knows a fair bit about magic, so we can assume that she has at least somewhat of a point), then what Falin is doing isn't kind. I suppose if someone specifically requested to not feel the pain, it could be kind, but that's not really what happened here. She is the one who felt badly about the others being in pain, and she is the one who decided, without telling them or giving them a choice in the matter, to take away that pain.
Both Marcille and Falin are healing the party, but Marcille is doing it in a way that accomplishes the task in the most straight forward way, without any additional interference. Falin is going out of her way to perform the healing in a way she is more comfortable with. A way that avoids pain.
Going back the The Panel, I don't think its a coincidence that the only time we see Falin (well, non-chimera Falin) willing to do something that could hurt someone is when any potential pain will be far away from her. If she got someone hurt or killed by teleporting the party to the surface? Not only would it be far out of her sight, but she'd be dead before she had to deal with any consequences of that action.
Falin is not a confrontational person. She doesn't push when Marcille won't tell her the truth about the resurrection, and she comforts Laios about her own death - both of those things happening in the only full chapter she is alive and conscious in the whole story.
We also know that she considered accepting Shuro's proposal, despite not having any special feelings towards him, and that Falin never explained to Marcille that she wanted them to share a meal together. When she brought Marcille various foods at the academy, she just accepted Marcille's confused rejection and gave up.
And lastly, we know that she is still in contact with her parents, despite the neglect and abuse she suffered at their hands. Although the way someone chooses to handle contact with abusive or bad family is a complicated topic, which I don't want to overly simplify, I do I think this fact gets at the heart of how she handles conflict.
So many people that Falin loves have hurt her. There are understandable hurts, like Laios leaving the village, or Marcille not understanding the food. And there are bigger, far less justifiable hurts - like her parents neglecting her throughout her childhood, and sending her away to be alone at the magic academy.
It doesn't seem like Falin has ever confronted any of it directly.
And the unhealthy aspects of this kind of avoidance of pain and confrontation is one of the things that the story of Dungeon Meshi is all about. We see Laios grapple with it before he goes to kill Falin, and we see Marcille acknowledge it at the end of the story, when she tells Laios that she has come to terms with Falin's death:
Eating is a part of life. Consuming other living things is a part of life. It isn't really possible to avoid that pain - you can only hide from the truth of it. You have to be selfish everyday. You have to eat - to choose to live. To choose to take up space.
And this is something Falin embraces, too. She comes back to life, after all.
We see her choose to come back to life.
And how does she make that choice? She eats. She consumes, and then she is asked a question by the manifestation of hunger itself:
Do you want to eat more?
There is a double meaning in the Winged Lion's final words on the next page.
When I first read this, I took it as him saying: life is cruel. You will suffer. You will feel more pain.
But perhaps, especially for Falin, this also means: you are choosing a path where you must cause pain. Where you must consume. Where you must take, and must be selfish. Because eating is the special privilege of the living, and it is their burden, too. In order to stay alive, she will need to keep eating.
And she chooses that. Chooses to be selfish. It's why her resurrection scene is so important, and it's why The Panel is so important. Because Falin coming back isn't the ultimate reward for all of the party's hard work.
It's her choice. Just like it was her choice that started everything in the first place. But this time, she doesn't choose to accept causing pain for the sake of Marcille and Laios. She does it for her own sake.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#falin touden#dunmeshi analysis#I love it when dungeon meshi says. the trauma was real and it changed you#and the way you are because of it isnât anything to be ashamed of#but you have to keep living. you have to chose to keep living.#and you can#dungeon meshi spoilers
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beetlejuice!
{beetlejuice!satoru gojo x f!reader}
â â may you never forget me â âȘ àŒâ
summary: living as a psychic medium was like a ticket straight to nothing in your life, you always accidentally creeping people out and scaring them when you talked about it, and you just feeling emptyâ like something was missing and vacant in your life with no explanation as to why. but upon stumbling through an attic inside a house of a recently deceased couple, you meet himâ beetlejuice, a silly and wacky man who was damned to live in the attic for eternity due to him breaking the rules, you never having met a spirit so forward and flirtatious in your life as you quickly bonded. but when beetlejuice presents the idea of you being able to break his contract and finally set him free, you hesitate at the one condition⊠marrying him.
warnings: MDNI afab!reader, DIABOLICAL angst my god, angst w/ comfort though YIPPEEE, mentions of death, mentions of murder, reader is a psychic medium, fluuufff, SMUUUTTT, p in v sex, DOM AFF SATORU MEOOWWW, unprotected sex (wrap it yâall), creampie, oral, blowie, mentions of ghosts and spirits and things, loosely inspired by the 80s movie, mentions of reader having âpink cheeksâ is only to amplify and over-exaggerate feelings of embarrassment, shyness, and everything in between, and not to be taken literally! this is a work of fiction, and you can imagine many things for yourself :)
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authors note: YEEEEEOOOOWWWW GET READY YALLâŠ.. SHES FREAKY⊠SHES ANGSTY⊠AND SHES THE MOMEEEENNTTTT omg i absolutely LOOOVEDDD writing this one so much and i hope you guys find it interesting or iâm gonna CRYYYY HEHEHEH no iâm jk but as always, i love you SO SO SO much and thank you for all of your love and support !! MWAAAHHH <333
youâve always had a knack for the paranormal.
and from the newspaper clippings you saw and the meddlesome whisperings of your fellow neighbors, newlyweds adam and barbara maitland died on their way home from a day out in the townâ swerving in their vehicle while crossing over a bridge and crashing through the side of it, evidently sending themselves tumbling down to the river below and drowning.
it was the biggest tragedy your tiny town had ever been hit with, the maitlandâs having renovated their house on the hill from scratch and had recently just finished it when the accident happened, the both of them in the midst of planning their honeymoon to get away from winter river for a little while, happy and in love and looking forward to a quiet serene life together.
it was a shame, really, and it only took two weeks for rumors to spread about how there were always weird moving shadows from the windows of their two story home, or slight flashings of neon blue or white seeping through the cracks of their front doorâ all of which pissed the realtors off seeing as the rumors prevented the house from being sold again, prospected buyers coming in with high hopes only to be scared off once they so even explored the town, a store clerk or a fellow neighbor quick to tell them of the gossip and to stay away, ultimately causing the house to collect dust and cobwebs until realtors decided they wouldnât bother much with it anymore.
and the rumors always peaked your interest, as your entire life youâve always had a passion for the supernatural seeing as your late parents were psychic mediums for the otherworldly, a beautiful ominous gift that was relayed to you from the moment you were able to correctly comprehend sentences, your mind and soul more welcoming to spirits of the unknown compared to regular folk who flat out refused.
and why? you didnât know. they were just mystic entities that perhaps couldnât find their way to the other side like they were intended, and if the rumors were true, the maitlandâs were in the same predicament, and you felt like they just needed time and space without the pestering of realtors or dumb kids knocking on the windows to see if a ghost would pop outâ deserving of a proper chance to figure it out.
except your boyfriend wouldnât understand that either.
âbabe câmon!â he pleaded with you, a distressed look on his face. âi thought you liked creepy ghost shit?â
you scoffed. âyes rin but not to fucking break in and steal their things! what the hellâs the matter with you?!â
rin groaned and rubbed his eyes, his friends obviously annoyed and bothered by your defiance and it only made you feel awkward, sitting there on your desk chair in your college dorm and guiltily picking at your black nail polish.
ây/n we literally cannot go if you donât go.â he pushed. âwe need your ghost brain to tell us if theyâre around so we can scram if they decide to kill us.â
you snorted, already aggravated by rinâs lack of respect and wholeheartedly believing dumb stereotypes.
âyouâre committing a crimeââ
âthe house is abandoned! no one gives a shit!â he threw his arms up. âbabe câmon iâm serious itâs getting late and weâre losing time.â
why wasnât he listening?
âwhat are you looking for anyways?â you mumbled.
âmoney.â he replied, grabbing his black bag and swinging it over his shoulder. âthatâs literally it i wonât take anything else.â
âdo you swear?â you peered up at him. âdonât take jewelry or any of their things just money and we get out.â
âyeah we wonât! right guys?â
rin looked over both of his shoulders to ensure that his friends agreed, them muttering and sighing as you gnawed at the inside of your cheek and feeling embarrassed for some reason, slowly standing and crossing your arms.
you never liked his friends.
âand leave me out of it okay?â you spoke. âwe could get kicked out of college for this i donât know how youâre not worriedâŠâ
he swung a heavy arm around your shoulders and nudged you on, you stumbling a bit as he basically had a lock around your neck on your way outside.
âtheyâre not gonna care y/n.â he dismissed, unlocking the car and his friends piling in the back while you settled in the passenger seat. ânobody will. itâs abandoned.â
the entire way there you were aggravated and guilty, rin and his friends babbling on about the valuable things theyâd hope to find and the kind of ghosts they thought would appear, not a single person in the car an actual believer of those paranormal rumors as they poked fun and teased, your forehead against the glass of the window and miserable as rin drove up the steep hillâ the night chilly and so dark that you could barely make out the shape of the house until you were just about to pull up to the driveway.
rin turned off his headlights and tuned down the radio to avoid drawing attention, steering wheel shifting a little to the right so the car could gradually round over and stop next to the front steps of the porchâ rin shutting off the ignition once he parked and stuffing his keys into his pocket.
and you could immediately feel a presence even from outside the house, your arms stiff and tingly as you all quietly got out of the car and made your way to the stairs, dry dirt crinkling beneath your shoes as you tried to swallow back your nerves knowing that at any moment you could all be fucking arrested.
âare you sensing ghosts?â rin whispered, a sly teasing grin on his face as the floorboards of the porch creaked with your movements, his hand reaching and jiggling the doorknob.
âyeah.â
his eyes snapped over to you. ââŠreally? yeah right.â
âno iâm serious.â you whispered back. âwhat did you bring me for if youâre not even gonna believe when i tell youââ
âokay! okay iâm sorry.â he apologized, though it didnât seem genuine as he patted your back. âi believe you trust me.â
âwaitâ she said thereâs ghosts?â one of his friends piped up. âhow do you know?â
you went to answer but rin beat you to it.
âsheâs a psychic⊠i guess.â he unzipped his bag and pulled out a mini tool kit, a mix of screwdrivers and bobby pins inside. âshe can sense them.â
âoh my godâŠâ another one mumbled, all of his friends eerie now. ârinâ i thought you said those rumors were bullshit.â
your eyes narrowed. âyou said that?â
âno!â i mean, technically yes butââ he took two bobby pins from the kit and put the rest of the box away, hunching down to lock pick the knob. âyou guys really think any of that is real? itâs just the neighbors man theyâre boredââ
âpeople here donât just make up rumors like that rin.â you cut him off. âthe majority of winter river is elderly and in retirement why the fuck would they be making upââ
âbecause theyâre old and boredââ
the lock released a prominent click and rin tested the doorknob again, this time it turning all the way and opening as he pushed it wide, you all proceeding cautiously and it somehow being colder inside than it was outside as the group shined their flashlights around every corner and space, not bothering to tell your boyfriend that the presence you felt earlier was ten times stronger now, for rin never really believed you or just thought you were being funny whenever you mentioned things like that to him.
you had known rin since the start of college, him always the rebel dickish type as he didnât follow directions or liked whenever people tried to tell him what to do, and how you ended up crossing paths with him and it sticking was something that was a mystery to you.
rin was everything you wanted at first.
and though he was a bit selfish, you foolishly looked past the fact and let him meddle his way into your already monotonous life, it being hard for you to make friends in the first place because of your psychic abilitiesâ always feeling like something was missing and⊠vacant for years growing up without any explanation as to exactly why, figuring it was just the side effects of your parentsâ passing.
but it still didnât help when youâd accidentally partake in scaring off and weirding people out when you mentioned that you just saw their deceased relative wander by, rin being one of the first to actually stay because he didnât believe you, choosing to turn a blind eye to something you treasured about yourself the most, stuck and left to wonder if there was ever someone who did.
but turning a blind eye to just your psychic ability became him turning a blind eye to everything about you, and you felt like he never really listened to what you had to say or cared, often switching the topic back to himself or giving you a series of âmhmâsâ and âyeahâsâ to get you to move on.
you didnât feel seen anymore, but you loved him still for some reason.
âwhere do we even look?â one of his friends whispered, the lot of you traveling as a group through the entry room and down the hall to the kitchen.
âwherever you think a money bank would be.â rin mumbled, leading you all and going round to the living room, his flashlight shining over dusty furniture and spiderwebs. âi think itâd be better if we split up. half of us can take upstairs and the others can look through the kitchen, y/n and i are gonna dig through here for a bitââ
âwhat?â you spoke, his friends nodding and walking off to their designated areas. ârin no i told you iâm notââ
âoh my god babeâ would it really hurt you to just peek in some freaking drawers? let me know if something looks like it has money in it alright?â
he stepped over to the middle and crouched by the coffee table, opening and closing several compartments. âbe useful please.â
you scoffed. âyouâre the one who dragged me here and i told you i wasnât getting involved.â
âyouâre not.â he mumbled, standing back up and going over to a big brown dresser on the side. âjust look at shit and donât touch anything. tell me if you see money.â
you rubbed your cheek in exhausted frustration, thinking itâd be better to just mindlessly look around to appease him as you caught and stared at the photographs over by the fireplaceâ a wedding portrait of whom you assumed to be adam and barbara maitland propped up amongst others of family and friends, your fingers raising to gently wipe away the dirt and grime from the glass to get a clearer look of them.
you felt awful that their lives were taken from them just when they had built such a loving foundation for it, and you felt even more awful that rin and his stupid friends were invading their space and stealing in the way that they were with no sense of respect.
a sudden loud thud from upstairs made you and rin stop in your tracks, the both of you unmoving as you tried to listen.
âiâm gonnaââ you gnawed at your bottom lip. âiâm gonna check upstairsââ
âno absolutely not.â rin shook his head. âitâs probably just my friends itâs fine.â
âif itâs the maitlandâs your friends arenât gonna know what to do besides shit themselvesââ
âokay yeah sure.â he laughed, opening and closing different drawers from top to bottom. âitâs the house babe itâs old and worn out. maybe theâ wood or whatever is acting up.â
you pursed your lips, arms crossing and apprehensive as you stood next to him, knowing with everything in you that the maitlandâs were definitely still present.
âcan we please just go rin...â you asked softly. âplease weâllâ weâll find a different building thatâs actually abandoned and doesnât have the maitlandâs still hereââ
he scoffed. ây/n this one is abandoned.â
âbut itâs only been three months!â you exclaimed. âi donât wanna do this to themââ
ââoh sweet! thereâs a rolex in hereââ
âno!â you snatched the watch from his upheld hand and backed away towards the fireplace. âyou swore to me just money these are their thingsââ
ây/n theyâre dead! who fucking cares? all of their shitâs gonna be donated might as well pawn it.â
âyeah for your own benefit right?â you mumbled, pushing past him and walking down the hall. âiâm going home.â
he looked at you baffled. âare you serious? over a dumb watch?â
ârin youâve gone back on everything you promised and youâre not taking me seriouslyââ
âdid i take the watch? no i didnât so stopââ
âiâm not talking about just the watch!â
âyou know what?! fine!â rin shoved a hand in his pocket and pulled out his keys, chucking them at you and hitting against your chest as you scrambled to catch them. âgo wait in the car.â
you threw them back and they hit his upper arm, his eyes narrowing at you in return as he then bent down to grab them from the floor.
âiâm not waiting in the damn car iâm walking home.â
âyouâre walking?â he shook his head. âback to your dorm? thatâs gonna take you like an hour y/n.â
you shrugged.
âfine go i donât give a shit.â rin muttered and rolled his eyes. âyou always do this manââ
you didnât bother to stick around for anything else he had to say as you trudged on down the hall and back to the main entryway, tears brimming your eyes at the lack of care he had for you and scolding yourself for the thousandth time for staying with him, trying to understand why he was like this with you when all youâve ever done was be patient and give him the benefit of the doubt when he didnât fucking deserve it.
it was hard for you to tell if he even loved you anymore, and you always psyched yourself out that he did whenever heâd barely just accomplish doing the bare minimum.
upon arriving at the front door, you placed the rolex gently on a lonesome night stand by the coat hanger, your hand reaching and turning the knob to step outside until another loud thud shook through the walls, and louder this time as you pulled back and craned your head to look up the stairs.
muffled voices seeped from the top as they gasped and whispered to each other to shush, you recognizing some to be rinâs friends with irritation and worry simmering in your brain, wondering if they were messing with the maitlandâs things and stealing what they werenât supposed to steal, as they were just as uncaring and selfish as rin was throughout the time that youâve gotten to know them.
and with that in mind, you let go of the doorknob and quietly walked up the stairs, every creak and groan from the wooden slabs underneath your feet making you wince as you went further and further until you reached the top, you sighing as you saw that the maitlandâs room door was wide fucking open and with snickering inside.
but with each step that you took to get closer⊠the more prominent the goosebumps on your arms became and the heavier the feeling in your gut grew, a strange apparent flickering light from your right blinding your vision for a moment as you stopped and turned to look.
your eyes slightly widened, a neon lime green foggy light practically oozing from the attic staircase as it streamed over half of your frame, luring you in with your body mindlessly and curiously walking towards it and up the rugged squeaky stairs, fingers quickly reaching up to swing the attic door open and halting in alarm once you did, the green aluminous light from earlier completely encasing you entirely now as you stepped forward inside the attic.
the door swung and slammed itself shut suddenly, you jumping and spinning around with hurried hands coming up to pull and tug at the knob, breathing irregular upon realizing that it wouldnât fucking budge and was somehow jammed with no explanation as to exactly howâ
âboyfriend troubles?â
âoh my god!â you screamed, hand flying over your heart as your eyes snapped to the source, a tall lanky man standing there with a little grin and vibrant pale blue eyes that only utterly confused you, his vertically stripped black and white suit peculiar and unique as your frantic eyes darted over his figure.
you knew for a fact that the strange man before you wasnât adam maitland, for the way he looked now didnât match the pictures you saw in the newspapers at all, you swallowing thickly and slowly backing up against the attic door with your heart dropping straight down to your ass.
who the fuck was he? was heâ was he a spirit? because if not thereâs a random man literally just basking and relaxing inside theâ
ârelax! relax jeez you look like youâre about to vomit sweets.â
sweets?
âare you dead?!â you blurted, hand scrambling behind you for the doorknob. âare youâ are you alive how are youââ
he laughed loudly and wiggled his little index fingerâ scrunching it up and down to elicit a âyesâ and finding your skittishness a little funny.
âyup! so dead very dead.â
âoâ oh⊠okay...â you spoke softly, tense shoulders gradually relaxing as you gave him a small timid smile, relieved that he wasnât a freaking squatter and doing god knows what up in the attic.
âyou seem happier to see a dead man rather than a live one...â he looked at you amusedly. âyou like ghosts? scary stuff? haunted houses? handsome me?ââ
you nearly choked on your spit at his last comment, an awkward smile wobbling across your face as you played with your fingers.
âiâ i um..â you looked around, your eyes catching a book titled âhandbook for the recently deceasedâ sitting neatly on a dusty table by the door. âyou could say that.. butââ
you hesitated, the manâs head tilting to the side as he waited for you to continue.
âbut what pretty?â
you blushed furiously, never having met a spirit so forward before.
âsorry butâ how did you end up here?â you stood on your tippy toes to peer over his shoulders and around the attic. âand where are the maitlands?â
âoh, those lousy goodie two shoed meanies?â he mumbled, pouting and bitter as he crossed his arms. âbeats me..â
you laughed a little, guard slowly coming down as he didnât seem or feel like a bad person to you, and you thought that perhaps he was in the same boat as the maitlands and was just trying to find his way to the other side.
âwhy are they meanies?â you smiled, and he reciprocated, arms falling to his sides.
âwellâ iâm kind of being held in the attic against my will by theâ holy shit wait!â
he threw his hands out in front of him and took quick stride full steps towards you, a wild excited expression on his face and you stiffening up again, backing up against the door.
âyou can help me!â
âhelp⊠you..?â you squeaked.
he vigorously nodded. âyeah! the butthead caseworkers down in the netherworld banned me from leaving the attic⊠but you can give me a little leg room in my contract sweets!â
netherworldâ caseworkersâ bannedâ
âhuh?!â you exclaimed, brows furrowed and utterly confused at everything he was fucking saying.
youâve only ever seen spirits from afar or casually talked to them about something fleeting before they went on their marry way, but never in your life have you met such a complex soul that was so animate and asking you for a favor straight off the bat⊠as spirits usually justâ knew what they were doing and eventually figured out how to get to the great beyond.
so the subject of caseworkers and the netherworld and whatever the fuck else he was rambling on about was something you were not familiar with.
âi did something they didnât like.â he gave you a boyish half smile. âso they did some ritual thing and now i canât leave the attic.â
you frowned. âwhy would they do that? what did you do?â
he waved you off and swung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you forward with him towards a huge 3D model in the center of the room that you barely just noticedâ intricate and detailed and colorful as your brain put two and two together and figured out that it was a model of the entire city of winter river.
âdonât worry about it! but i overheard juno telling her assistants not to say my name three times or else iâll be let out to roam around the houseââ
juno? whoâs juno?
ââand thatâs why i really need you sweets because iâm dying in this fucking attic⊠way more than i already am.â
you blinked at him. âiâve neverâ iâve seen spirits all my life and iâve never had any of them tell me about caseworkers? and juno? whoâs juno?â
âthe rule is that the land of the living isnât supposed to know.â he pursed his lips and dropped his arm from your shoulders, picking up the book that you had spotted earlier and passing it to you. âsays it in the handbook.â
you timidly took it from him and flittered through the pages, old and crinkly and a little worn out as the gist of the pages you saw was a guide for those beginning their post-livelihood and the steps they needed to do soâ from waiting rooms in the netherworld to being assigned a caseworker to help you out to the great beyond and so forth, your eyes falling on a particular page and catching specific line.
âlive people ignore the strange and unusual.â
they do. wrongfully they do.
and since people had been ignoring you out of fear your whole life⊠did that mean you were strange and unusual too?
âwhat?â the unknown man spoke, softly as his blue gaze switched between your solemn expression and the book, shifting his position to stand right next to you and see what you were looking at.
âoh sorry!â you laughed it off, closing the book and placing it down. ânothing i was justââ
ââlive people ignore the strange and unusual?ââ he repeated. âwhat about it?â
you shook your head and sent him a small smile. ânothing! i was just lookingââ
âjust because you can see spirits doesnât mean youâre strange or unusual.â
you stilled, eyes big as you watched the way he froze up over what he said, sheepishly relaxing after a moment and lifting an arm to pat over your head.
âsorry pretty. i can read and manipulate minds and i poked in yours...â he looked at you apologetically. âitâs another reason why they threw me in this shit hole.â
he dropped his hand then, a sincere glint in his eyes. âbut i mean it.â
âi donât knowâŠâ you mumbled, looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt. âiâve never really had friends because of it⊠and i feel like that book kind of confirmed what iâve been thinking.â
you quickly picked your head up. âoh butâ itâs okay! iâm okay iâm used to it spirits are nicer anyways and iâve always been alone soââ
âthatâs not true.â he mumbled.
your brows furrowed. âwhat do you mean?â
he funnily froze up again. âwhat do i mean what?â
âwhatâs not true?â
âoh! thatâ that spirits are nicer!â he quickly sputtered. âtheyâre assholes. all of them. every single one. including me!â
you giggled at his franticness and a smile spread across his face at that, endearing as he watched you slowly cheer up.
âpeopleâs ignorance doesnât define who you are sweets.â he spoke gently. âso donât give them that right. you look perfectly fine to me!â
your eyes softened, wondering what the hell this man did that made the caseworkers down in the netherworld ritual him into a contract, as you were convinced it wasnât even that bad at all and just straight up unfair, him being one of the kindest and silliest souls youâve probably ever had the privilege to come across.
âiâll help you.â
his eyes snapped to yours. âhuh?â
âiâll help you!â you spoke sweetly. âiâll say your name three times so you can leave the attic.â
âwhaâ really?!â he exclaimed excitedly, hands animatedly flying everywhere as they went from digging into his white locks to all over his suit and then thrown out to grip over your shoulders, shaking you as you giggled again. âholy shit will you actually?!â
âyeah! why not?â you grinned. âi donât think itâs right that youâre stuck up here all alone.â
âangel! angel! youâre an angel!â he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and stuffed your face into his chest, squishing you so fucking tight and honestly holding you way longer than he shouldâve, but you not minding one tiny bit as you hugged him back and smoothed a comforting friendly hand over his broad shoulders.
âwhatâs your name then?â you muffled against his suit. âso i canââ
âahhh fuck.â he muttered. âi forgot about one thing.â
you pulled back a little. âhm?â
âi canât tell you my name.â
âwhat?â you looked at him confusedly. âwhat do you mean? why not?â
âitâs part of the stupid contract sweets...â he sighed heavily. âbut i can give you clues! ooo!â like charades! ready?â
âoh! oâokay!â you nodded, him finally letting you go and stepping back.
âdonât freak out.â he grinned in a silly way. âiâm about to make things show up.â
your eyebrows furrowed. âmake things show up?â
he waved his hand and a life sized fucking black bug appeared out of nowhere, landing on one of the old wooden rocking chairs in the corner of the room as it wiggled its little legs and peered around, you screaming and flying behind the strange blue eyed man while he laughed loudly and looked over his shoulders for you.
âitâs okay! just a figment of your imagination is all.â he cheesed. âbut guess now!â
âguess what?!â you shrieked.
âwhat that is!â he pointed to the bug.
you peeked an eye out from his side, the bug still gross and horrifying as it wiggled itâs antennas.
âa bug!â
âwhat kind?â
âa beetle!â
âyes!â he nodded vigorously. âokay thatâs the first part!â
âyour name starts with beetle?!ââ
he waved his hand again and the bug disappeared, a carton of orange juice replacing it instead and floating in mid air, a shiny glass cup next to it as you amazedly watched it pour its bright orange contents into the cup without spilling a single drop.
ââŠorange juice?â you spoke softly, timidly coming around from behind him. âyour names beetle orange juice?â
ânot quite!â he made a drinking motion with his hand.
âbeetle drinking orange juice?â
he laughed. âno! youâre adding too many words pretty take some out.â
âbeetle drinking juice?â
ânope.â
âbeetle drinking orange?â
âcolder.â
âbeetlejuice?ââ
âyes!â he threw his hands out, eyes wild and excited. âyes that! and youâve already said it once now just two more timesââ
âbeetlejuice.â
âuh huh uh huhââ
âbeetleâ mmph!â
a pair of hands clasped over your mouth from behind you and pulled you back, you letting out a muffled scream as you thrashed and quickly pried their fingers away, you spinning around and fully expecting to see rin behind you with a shit eating grin and laughing in your face for scaring you.
except it wasnât rin.
it was the maitlands.
âdonât say his name honey.â barbara spoke first. âtrust me⊠donât.â
âi meanâ are we sure about this sweetheart?â adam looked at his wife. âmaybe he isnât all that bad⊠hell we donât even know for sureââ
barbara shook her head. âadam, did you not hear a word juno said? he was about to take advantage of that poor girl!â
take advantage?
you heard a scoff behind you and you turned around, a disgruntled and pissed off look on beetlejuiceâs face as he crossed his arms.
âjeez i know you donât like me but thatâs low.â he mumbled. âi wouldnât do something like that.â
your head turned back to barbara. âyou know who juno is?â
she nodded. âjunoâs our caseworker⊠we got assigned to her in the netherworld after we died.â
âtook us three months waiting in the waiting room until she finally got to us.â adam added, chuckling in humorous disbelief. âbut all she really did was nag at us and warn us about him.â
adam pointed behind you and you turned around again, beetlejuice bitterly looking to the side with his lips pursed.
oh god.
had he been feeding you nonsense this entire time?
âwarn about what.â you mumbled, and beetlejuice snapped his head in your direction with anxious eyes.
âjuno calls him a bio-exorcist.â barbara informed you. âhe tried to illegally cross over to the land of the living and bring himself back to life.â
your eyes bulged open. âback to life? how?â
âyou switch souls with someone else through a ritual.â adam piped in. âjuno says he attempted to trick and switch souls with somebody that was alive so he could terminate all who were living⊠and they didnât even know about it.â
âthatâs not true!â beetlejuice countered, utterly exasperated. âthe old hag made that up!â
he quickly walked towards you, taking your hands in his and looking at you pleadingly.
âplease sweets youâve gotta believe me i never wanted to kill anybodyââ
you ripped your hands away and glared. âso this entire time youâve been lying, playing some hopeless victim so you can poke into my head and find out shit about me to use to your advantage?ââ
âno! no iâ i havenât been lying about anything itâs juno!â
âjuno.â you repeated coldly. âand whatâs she lying about exactly.â
âabout killing the living!â he threw his hands out in emphasis. âshe literally pulled that out of her ass when her and her minions banned meââ
âand what about tricking that person to switch souls with you so you can come back?â
he faltered, words completely failing him and guilty eyes looking into yours so deeply that it nearly made you feel bad for yelling at him.
âthatâs⊠thatâs true.â
you let out a breath of disbelief and barbara put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently and comfortingly as she looked at you with caring eyes.
âwe donât know what to believe either honey.â she began. âitâs a lot of he said she said⊠but itâs better to be safe. he tried to get us to say his name three times too in exchange for his help.â
you quirked a brow. âhelp? what do you guys need help with?â
âyour buddies downstairs.â adam sighed. âtheyâre stealing our things and just messing up the house⊠but weâve been watching you and we know youâve been trying to get them out and so have we⊠horrendously though.â
âoh my godââ you slapped a hand over your gaping mouth. âi totally forgot about them! iâm so so sorry oh my god i canât even begin to explain to you how embarrassing this is iâve been telling them to stopââ
barbara laughed and waved you off. âitâs alright! we know sweetheart. but weâre not frightening enough to scare them off whatsoever⊠so thatâs what we were trying to get his help for.â
âand i still can yâknowâŠâ he muttered. âeven though you hate me.â
âi donât hate you juno does.â she crossed her arms and leaned her weight on one side of her hip. âadam and i are lost we donât know whatâs going on and we canât even read that thing for the recently deceased.â
âweâre just trying to get them out of the house sonâŠâ adam finished off.
and in that moment you felt like you were the one responsible for this. that if you had bitched about it harder, even screamed at rin to get him to stop or damn near called the fucking cops on them so that this wouldnât be happening right now⊠the maitlands wouldnât have to suffer and struggle like this every waking day to protect their home and what rightfully still belonged to them even after death.
because the maitlandâs roaming around and producing shadows and figures and scaring the realtors and prospected buyers off wasnât just for shits and giggles⊠but to try and keep what was once theirs and feel a sense of normalcy for the life they once had.
that was their great beyond. their home.
âiâll get them to leave.â you smiled at barbara and adam. âi donât care if i literally have to start fist fighting with his friends this is so unfairââ
âwait! areâ are you sure sweets?â beetlejuice interjected worriedly. âyour boyfriendâs kind of nuts and i canât help you once you leave the atticââ
âiâm sure.â you mumbled, still bitter and annoyed at him. âcanât be anymore nuts than you basically trying to kill someone so you can prance around alive againââ
âi already apologized to the entire netherworld nation for that!â he argued. âbut if you ask me, if itâs so bad then they shouldnât have put the fucking instructions in the guidebook.â
âjuno says guidebook reveals to you what you want most.â adam spoke. âbecause barb and i didnât see a single page that had to do with that⊠mostly just tips on how to scare the living.â
beetlejuice closed his eyes exhaustedly and shook his head. âdoesnât matter. iâm not trying to trick anyone right now i just want to get out of this damn atticââ
he looked to you again. ââplease say my name three times pretty iâve poked in your boyfriends head and heâs looney i donât want you toââ
âiâll see you guys in a sec!â you walked over to the door and left a sputtering frustrated beetlejuice behind. âif nothing works iâll literally just take my boyfriends keys and drive the car down the hill, he freaks over that thingââ
your voice trailed off as you walked down the creaky stairs of the attic and down the hall of the second floor, the maitlands main bedroom coming into view as you tried to get a script together in your head as to what exactly you were gonna tell rin⊠but your footsteps quickening at the sound of loud yelling and laughing coming from inside the bedroom, sounds of glass shattering and moving furniture making you panic as you practically stumbled in from the doorway.
and your heart stopped, rin standing there with a crow bar in his hands that he got from who the fuck knows where, smashing multiple vases and porcelain jewelry cases and stuffing his pockets full of anything that looked shiny and valuable in his eyes, the mattress and blankets thrown over to the side and the mainlandâs things just completely ransacked as you took it all in.
ârin!â
he jumped and spun around, brows pinching upon seeing you standing there.
âwhat are you doing here? i thought you left?â
âwhat the fuck?!â you gestured to the broken shards on the floor and strewn about articles of clothing. âwhat the hell is wrong with you?!â
âcalm down babe itâs fine.â he turned and smashed another small jewelry case, you scoffing in response. âitâs all useless shit thatâs gonna dust overââ
âget out.â
he snorted. âuh huhââ
âiâm serious rin get out.â you spat. âall of you.â
âyeah like iâd listen to you.â he spoke harshly, eyes narrowed and sharp as he turned again. âgo wait in the fucking car or go homeââ
âiâm calling the cops.â
âwhat?!â
a series of protests and worrisome comments erupted in the air from the group, all thrown directly at a fuming rin as he chucked his crow bar to the sideâ it clattering on the wooden floor as he hastily trudged over to you and gripped your upper arm, yanking you with him and out of the room into the hallway by the stairs.
âwhat the fuck do you think youâre doing huh?â he spoke lowly and in your face. âembarrassing me in front of my friends like that?â
you shoved him off. âget out and find another building or iâm calling the cops rin.â
âyeah and if you do that iâm telling them youâre a shitty psychic medium so they can throw you in the shrink.â
your jaw dropped.
rin was being meaner than usual.
âwhy are you like this.â you mumbled. âi donât even know why iâm still with you youâre an asshole and youâre patheticââ
he got in your face again and grabbed your jaw, pressing you up against the railing of the staircase and damn near throwing you over as the edge of it dug into your lower back, your fingers gripping his arm and struggling to pull him away from you while his friends quietly gasped and silently watched in shock.
âpathetic? me?â he laughed humorously. âyouâre the one who doesnât have anything or anyone besides me and yet you still treat me like this you ungrateful bitchââ
ârin okay thatâs enough dude let her goââ
âyou wanna shut up? or do you wanna trade spots with her?â his fiery crazed eyes switched over to his friend, him only cowering under rinâs intense stare and shaking his head no, diverting his gaze and you still squirming and tugging for your freedom.
âgetâ off meââ
âor what?â he pushed you further back and your breath hitched, your feet off the ground now at this point as one of your hands shot out to grip the railing for support. âyou gonna call your ghost friends for help? go ahead i wanna see you do it you lyingââ
âbeetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice!â
a thunderous roar broke out into the air, actual lightning and black smokey fog spreading over the ceiling and around you as rin instantly let you go and looked around, all of his friends in a pure state of fear and alarm as they lost sight of each other amongst the suffocating mistâ including you as you frantically tried to look for a clear path out, unable to decide if you regretted what you had just done.
ânever seen a man with such a power trip!â a booming voice echoed through the house that you quickly recognized to be beetlejuiceâs, the walls vibrating with each word. âseems to me like itâs all bark and no bite!â
âwhat did you do y/n?!â you heard rinâs distant yelling from somewhere you couldnât pinpoint, the air cold and prickling at your skin. âwho did you call?!â
âa god!â beetlejuice excitedly answered. âachilles preferably! wait actually heâs a demigod not aââ
âwho the fuck is achilles?!â
the air cleared in the center suddenly and revealed a petrified rin, wide eyed and angry as he whipped his head around to try and figure out what was going on.
âyou donât know who achilles is?â half of beetlejuice popped out of nowhere from above the fog and his friends screamed at the mere size of him, for he wasnât the normal looking man you saw before but a borderline monsterâ huge and crazed as he looked down at rin in particular with a scary grin.
but his eyes were still a fascinating sparkling blue, oddly familiar in a way as you watched the scene before you through the black air, beetlejuice continuing.
âread a book your stupid is showing.â
he lunged while simultaneously popping his eyeballs out of their sockets with his tongue out, cartoonish and terrifying as his friends yelled for help and scrambled to try and leave, struggling though the smothering mist as you placed a hand over your mouth in shock.
beetlejuice sucked his eyeballs back in and blinked to adjust. âwhat? you guys scared too? shouldnât have been so mean to my little sweets over there then!â
they all looked to you and you froze, rinâs gaze narrowing.
âhis little sweets?â he clenched his jaw. âthe hells he talking about?â
beetlejuice didnât know why rin was so dumb for even attempting at getting near you again after everything he did and saidâ his footsteps quick and stompy towards you until he straight up smacked into an invisible wall and doubled back with a hand over his nose, your brows pinching in confusion.
you timidly reached a hand out, expecting your fingers to touch an invisible barrier except there wasnât one at all as they fell through completely over nothing, your arm slowly retracting back to your chest.
you looked up at beetlejuiceâs huge figure, and he gave you a bright cute smile that made your cheeks heat up.
âthis is bullshit!â rin roared, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his hand and pointing at you after. âyouâre a goddamn nutcase y/n! what kind of show are you putting on huh?!â
âme?!â you shot back. âmaybe you should stop being a dick for once in your life and listen when i tell you things you idiot.â
âyup!â beetlejuice quipped. âdoll if youâre still with him after all of this iïżœïżœïżœm gonna have to start haunting you in your dreams.â
your gaze switched to beetlejuice and you laughed, a little glint to his eye as he watched you shake your pretty head.
âi was gonna dump him the minute i got him out of the houseââ
âwhat?!â rin barked. âdump me? for what?!â
you scoffed. âare you serious? what do you mean for what?â
âfuckâ babe okay iâm sorry alright? iâm sorry iâm just a little overwhelmed right nowââ
âyouâre a sack of shit.â beetlejuice spat. âand call her babe again and iâll start the engine of your car and ram it through a tree.â
you snickered and rin swiveled around to face him.
âwhy donât you stay out of this freak and leave my girlfriend aloneââ
âsweets iâll make him go away if you marry me.â
you choked, flustered and stiff as you looked at him, bewildered out of your mind.
âhuh?!â
âpretty pleeaaseee.â he dragged. âyou saying my name got me out of the attic but not the house itself⊠but if you marry me iâm a free man!â
âhow does thatââ you let out a shocked breath. âhow does that even make senseââ
âmarry me.â
âbut i!ââ
âmarry me thatâs my condition.â
âhold on!ââ
rin dove at you with the full intention to grab you and pull you away, but eyes widening in terror as an invisible force practically grabbed his ankle and sweeped him back and away from you, dragging his body across the wooden floor and over to beetlejuice, his friends having enough of all of this and making a run for it down the stairs.
âoh! i almost forgot about you guys!â
beetlejuice nudged his head and they were sent flying back just like rin, all of them screaming and pleading for mercy as their bodies dragged across the floor and returned to him.
âwhich of you should i gobble up right now⊠iâm feeling the one on the far right! heâs trembling like a little leafââ
âplease no!â he cried. âiâllâ iâll do anything! iâll leave iâll neverââ
ââand iâll save rin for the very end⊠best for last right?!â
they all wailed and clawed at the foggy air, your body unmoving as you tried to figure out if beetlejuice was actually being serious.
âplease man!ââ
âiâm sorry iâm so sorry!ââ
âdonât apologize to me you doofuses.â another invisible force grabbed them all by the ankles and pulled them up, dangling them upside down. âapologize to her. then maybe iâll spare you⊠howâs that sound?!â
ây/n! please! iâm sorryââ
âweâre sorry dear god!ââ
ây/n!ââ
âputâ put them down!â you wavered. âthatâs enough itâs okay! jesus..â
âawww already?!â beetlejuice pouted. âbut i havenât even started swinging them around yet⊠like a little ferris wheel! heh.â
you slapped a hand over your mouth to suppress a laugh once rin and his friends started wailing in fear again, you shaking your head and smiling at him.
âitâs okay! next time! just let them go iâm sure theyâll runââ
ây/n, it seems like you understand me⊠youâre the only one that hasnât bitten my head off in the entire three years that iâve been dead!â
you laughed again. âiâm glad! now put them down pleaseââ
âso be my wife then.â
âbeetlejuice!â
âwhat?!â he whined. âyou donât wanna be my lawful wedded wife?â
âno!â wellâ justââ
âis it because iâm dead?â
âput them down and iâll consider it!â
âyes maâam!â
the invisible force dropped them and they slammed against the hardwood floors, each and every single one of them fumbling to get their things that flew out of their pockets while upside down and scurrying away, hurried footsteps stomping down the staircase as they tripped over their feet to get to and out the front door, you observing in amusement and slight guilt, leaning over the edge of the staircase to watch them go.
and the second that they did, the stuffy black fog lifted and felt immensely lighter, it dispersing into the air above you as it thinned out to a mere silly mist, cold and wet to the touch and similar to the air youâd feel after a long days worth of rainfall and cloudy weather, slow strides coming up from behind you as you saw beetlejuiceâs shiny raven leather dress shoes out of the corner of your eye, you standing upright and turning to him.
he smiled warmly at you.
âthank you.â you grinned, bashful as he reached and fixed up your hairâ hands smoothing over your head and down before his fingers lightly grazed and played with the ends of your strands.
âyouâre welcome.â he murmured. âthank you for getting me out of the attic sweets!â
you kindly nodded.
âsweetheart, are you alright?â
you looked back and saw the maitlands, barbara walking up with outstretched arms and pulling you in for a hug.
âthat boy was insane!â she pulled back and held you out at an arms length by the shoulders. âwe tried so hard to intervene while he was yelling at you but weâre useless⊠they couldnât see us.â
you giggled. âno itâs okay! really you didnât need to i wouldnât ever wanna put you guys in that position.â
âhoneyâ he almost pushed you off the railingâŠâ adam spoke softly. âif you hadnât called for beetlejuice lord knows what he wouldâve done⊠he was so aggressive and we were worriedâŠâ
your heart warmed, never in your life having been so cared for and looked afterâ funnily enough that you were receiving that sacred feeling from beings that were dead rather than living and it reminding you a little bit of the way your parents were with you when you were young, when they were still alive.
âweâre sorry for being so hard on you kidâŠâ barbara sighed, gaze shifting to beetlejuice. âmistakes happen. iâm sure your passing was something you werenât expecting like us.â
âoh! no itâs okay donât.â he smiled brightly. âi almost killed a man i understand.â
âbut we understand too.â adam added, and you felt like he was also referring to something you had no clue about as he had a particular look in his eyes, something that was only amongst them three. âi wouldâve considered the same.â
beetlejuice swung an arm around your shoulders and looked down at you.
âso are you my little wife?â
âokayââ barbara laughed. ânot that you know thisââ
âadam! barbara!â
a sudden shriek boomed through the house and beetlejuice instantly pulled you behind him, waving his hand and an invisible force sending you further away until your back gently bumped against the wall, panic rising in your chest as the same black fog from earlier returned and swirled around you, blocking your vision.
was he⊠was he hiding you? what for?
âjuno!â beetlejuice greeted, laughing awkwardly. âheyy long time no see!â
oh.
âzip it bozo.â
from the cracks and openings that you could see through the whirling wind, a proper old lady in professional office attire stood there with her arms crossed, a pissed off look on her face as she tapped her heel against the floor and played with the pearls around her neck.
âwhat did i tell you two about letting him free?â she scolded. âheâs a loose cannon! heâs not to be trusted!â
âi know i know weâre sorry⊠we just really needed to get those kids out! and theyâre gone! and beetlejuice seems alright!â barbara looked to her husband, a desperate flicker in her gaze. âright adam?â
âyes! uh uh!â adam stepped forward and sighed softly. âplease juno⊠heâs just a kid. heâs learned and what he did was three years agoââ
âwhat he did couldâve cost me my job and set my entire office up in flames.â juno lectured, pointing her wrinkly finger at beetlejuice next. âyou broke a million undead laws and have hundreds of violation codes on your record. your punishment was to stay in the attic for eternity.â
eternity?
oh god no.
âbut now iâm gonna have to send you to live inside mr. maitlandâs winter river model and you better stay there!â
âwhat?!â beetlejuice scoffed. âjuno please thereâs gotta be a way i can lift those violations?â
âiâm afraid there isnât.â she seethed.
âpretty please?â
âno.â
âwith a cherry on top?â
âabsolutely not.â
ânot even probation?ââ
ânot even probation! youâre gone!â
your eyes blew open as you watched juno extend an arm out and move it to the side, a bright white blinding light encasing her entire figure and you quickly pushed a hand through the black fog and grabbed the back of beetlejuiceâs suit, everything around you scarily blurring out and disappearing and you squeezed your eyes shut, arms reaching out to wrap around his upper torso as you buried your face in his back.
you didnât want him to go⊠not at all. and the thought of him stuck inside a model forever like that all alone terrified you.
you understood why he was punished in the first place, but why couldnât juno just see that he was good? that all he was trying to do was come back to life and live? something many other souls would also kill for?
hadnât he been punished enough already? he stood stuck in that attic for three god damn years straight with no means of escape whatsoever, and now he was shamefully being sent to live inside a styrofoam cardboard model that was far worse than that stupid attic, for now he couldnât be seen by anyone even if he truly wanted to be.
had that not been enough? enough of a sign to reconsider his contract?
why couldnât he just be given a second fucking chanceâ
âpretty?â
you opened your eyes, forehead quickly detaching from his back and looking up, his piercing blue eyes staring down at you worriedly from behind as he shifted his body a little in your hold to face you.
âwhat are you doing here i thoughtââ his surprised gaze shifted over to the way you were clutching onto him, and he relaxed, smiling a little.
âyou grabbed me baby?â
âiââ you let him go and stepped back, your cheeks a vibrant pinky shade. âyâyeahâŠâ
he turned around fully.
âwhy?â
âbecauseââ you bit your bottom lip, peering cutely up at him.
âbecause i thought we were getting marriedâŠâ
beetlejuiceâs expression dropped and he stared at you wide eyed, his face reddening at your words.
âi donâtâ i donât understandââ
âwhat?â you giggled. âi thought you proposed to me earlier?â
âi did! yes i did!â he rapidly nodded. âbutâ but are you actually serious?â
you nodded. âmhm! i am!â
âyou can say no sweets honestly itâs okayâŠâbeetlejuice spoke softly with pinched brows. âiâll cry myself to sleep and shrivel up but i can handle it donât worry about meââ
you laughed and nudged his shoulder with yours. âi wanna marry you⊠i wanna set you free.â
you walked over to a little bench, the feeling of you stepping on rubber and glue a little weird under your feet as you sat down and smiled, gently patting the spot next to you.
âiâm not letting you stay here forever by yourself, not when youâve been doing that already for years.â you murmured, him taking a seat next to you with a yearn-full but apprehensive face.
âyou deserve to do the things you want to do and see the things you want to seeâŠâ you looked at him so sincerely and loving that he felt his undead heart throb. â⊠and if i can help you in anyway to get you there i donât care what it is. i canât think of anyone more deserving of freedom than you.â
âyouâre so pureâŠâ he softly took your hand, yours warm and pumping in comparison to his cold and stiff one. âyou always have been.â
he stared at your hand still, his index finger delicately tracing over the faint markings of your working veins underneath your skin, trying to remember what they looked like on him when he was alive, and if they ever looked as precious as yours did.
beetlejuice raised your hand and kissed it, eliciting a fuzzy blush to your cheeks.
âi think weâre meant to be.â
you faltered slightly, for you felt a rush of deja vu hit you like a stifling wave.
âhave we met?â you teasingly asked. âbefore you died?â
he laughed and shook his head.
you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, beetlejuice still tracing the lines and indentations of your hand before you spoke up again.
âi have a question.â
his content eyes switched to yours before they looked back down. âyes sweets?â
âis your name really beetlejuice?â
he weirdly stopped, and you quirked a brow.
âitâsâŠâ he swallowed. âitâs not.â
âoh what the?â you paused, a little puzzled. âwhere did it come from?â
âjuno.â he snickered. âthe old hag said it fit how bizarre and stupid i was, so she put it in my contract.â
âoh my fucking god.â you mumbled. âwhy the hell would she do that? thatâs cruel⊠youâve already paid the price for what you did the least she could do is address you by your given name.â
beetlejuice laughed cutely, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you.
âthat woman doesnât care baby⊠so donât sweat it.â he lifted a hand and ruffled your hair. âand if you ask me, she needs to retire immediately. likeâ yesterday. all she does is fucking nag at me and the rest of her damn clients.â
you giggled.
âso whatâs your name then?â
ânot important! now i say we figure out a way to get out of this rinky dink modelââ
your eyes narrowed.
âwhy wonât you tell me your name?â
ââor maybe we should just stay and make ourselves at home!ââ
âyou wonât tell your soon to be wife your name?ââ
ââoh! oh! i can manifest a little jacuzzi in the middle of the cemetery thatâs neatââ
you slapped a hand over his mouth and he stopped, your pleading little eyes making him guiltily melt against your hold.
âyour name.â you urged softly, lowering your hand and revealing a little frown that he had on his lips. âplease.â
âiââ he blinked, utterly remorseful. âi canât⊠i canât tell you my name.â
your brows pinched. âwhy not? is part of your contract?â
ânoâ well yes.â he sighed deeply through his nose, and you wondered why he looked so⊠strained.
âitâs not their contract, but my contract⊠with you.â
you froze.
âwithââ you struggled. âi donâtââ
he rubbed his tired sunken eyes.
âitâs okay sweets but thatâs all you need to knowââ
âno.â you replied firmly. âwhat i need to know is your name.â
he dropped his arms and shook his head desperately. ây/n please i put that contract on you to protect you ifâ if i tell you my name youâll be hurt and i donât want thatââ
âwhat do you mean?â you bitterly scooched away from him on the bench and he stubbornly moved closer, eliminating the distance you had created.
âi lied when you asked me if we had met.â
your heart dropped.
âbecause we have⊠and iâ i wanted you to forget me so i took away your memories and if i tell you my nameââ
he swallowed hard.
â⊠itâll break the contract. and youâll remember me again.â
you stared at him, his regretful tortured gaze so anguishing that it was almost unbearable to watch him endure it, wanting to mend it instead, something that already felt so right and easy to you and in no way shape or form unfamiliar.
slowly, you reached up and cupped his cold cheeks in your hands, bringing his forehead to rest against yours.
âbut i want to remember youâŠâ you murmured. ââŠplease let me.â
his pupils worriedly shook as they darted all around your striking features, his name practically hanging off the edge of his tongue but his throat physically unable to get the words out, for his dead heart was pulling and fighting with his vocal chords to prevent him from doing so, everything within him wanting to save you from memories he had to live with even after death.
but the other part of him was filled with such intense longing for you that it effortlessly slipped between the cracks of his defensive wall of not telling you his nameâŠthe relentless feeling going straight to his heart and mind and strangling the fuck out of it to get a formidable yes instead.
he wanted the life he once had. more than anything.
âsatoru.â
something snapped in your brain and you flinched back, memories flooding through your mind faster than the speed of light as you recollected each and every moment in your existence, for the sentiment of vacancy and like a specific thing was just missing in your life was finally put back in its rightful placeâ for the thing that was missing in particular was him.
satoru gojo.
there were images of meeting him when you were both itty bitty in middle school under a magnolia tree, him sporadic and silly and making you laugh so hard on the third day of school that strawberry milk blew out of your nose and all over his clothes, satoru not having a care in the world as he cackled along with you and thought the way you made liquid come out of your nose was cool.
and there were images of the both of you becoming the best of friendsâ never one without the other as you pulled pranks on your teachers and ended up in detention together almost everyday, your parents utterly done with you as you never seemed to get it through your head how to behave, the both of you brushing off your scoldings and lectures because you had each other to endure all of it with.
and you saw how much he cared about you.
how he would physically fight and yell and reprimand anyone who called you a freak, anyone who spread rumors about you and your psychic medium abilities as he constantly reminded you everyday that your gift was sacred⊠a treasure while he wiped your tear stained cheeks and cheered you up after another day of your classmates poking fun at you, him saying that your skills were the coolest and how much he wished he was just like you, how much you both were meant to be as he loved ghost stories and scary stuff.
you saw how you fell in love too.
and it didnât take long either, as your stolen glances and teasing turned into much more as soon as you grew and went to high school together, the both of you making it official literally your freshman year despite the apprehensions from your parents on both sides because of how young you were.
but it never proved to be an issue, you and satoru not once stumbling over a hiccup since the two of you had built such a strong foundation of genuine friendship and care before you blessedly fell in love, satoru throughout your years together absolutely smitten over you as he always passed you silly notes during class that had a gazillion hearts scribbled all across with your name in the middle, telling you all of the time just how much he loved and cherished you to the point where you had to funnily push him away from you to get him to stop smothering you, you always giving in anyways due to the fact that you were just as smitten, physically unable to go a day without him, and him still physically unable to not iterate how you were meant to be.
satoru understood you, satoru listened to you, and satoru believed you whenever you would speak on your psychic gift and how you had spoken casually to a spirit just the other day, him always interested and unbelievably amazed at everything you had to say as he bombarded you with fifty questions and begged you to teach him how to see spirits too.
he was respectful and supportive of you through it all.
especially when your parents died.
satoru wouldnât leave your side. he refused to as you tried to piece together what the fuck had just happened, their accident so sudden and weird that it never made sense to you and still didnât to this day.
and you grieved of course, cried and weeped and clung to satoru like a moth to a flame, feeling alone and without your biggest support systemâ without your loving peculiar parents that gave you your priceless gift in the first place, him accepting your tears with open arms as he encouraged you to let it all out and was worried for you when it seemed like you had moved on rather quickly from it.
but it was simply because your parents werenât afraid of the afterlife. it was because your parents had talked so much about it and taught you everything that they knew, that you were convinced their souls peacefully made it through to the great beyond straight away and together, for you never saw their spirits roaming around aimlessly after and feeling eternally grateful for that, your whole life being about acknowledging and embracing the mysteries of life after death.
the knowledge of knowing they were at peace was enough to get you by for a little while.
satoru continued to check in on you about it though... even when it was the end of your junior year and nearing a year since their passing, his parents kindly taking you in after the ordeal and making satoru sleep on the floor and you taking over his bed since they didnât have an extra room, satoru doing it without even needing to be told and you thanking all of them any chance you got for their amicable kindness and tried to pay them back, satoru checking in on you every night with a series of timid âare you okayâsâ and âare you happyâsâ before going to bed, your arm dangling off the edge so you could intertwine your fingers while you slept.
you were never alone like you thought you were. ever.
because of satoru.
and he made it obvious that he wanted to marry you too, that he wanted to have you for the rest of his life and didnât give a single shit if you were both only 18 and barely starting college, him deeming it pointless for the both of you to pretend like the hope of marriage wasnât there just for the sake of shutting up his parents, as every time he brought it up you stammered and blushed and fidgeted and he only giggled at you, telling you it would happen soon, to be ready, and to sit pretty and patient until the right time came.
except it never did.
because satoru gojo died a year later following that on halloween, precisely on his way over to your dorm when he was snatched by an unknown man and murdered in the middle of the night, you stuck wondering what had happened to him and why he wasnât answering the phone when he was hours late to come get you, your chest on fire and aching as the feeling in your gut was weirdly excruciating, a part of you completely torn away and lost and you had no idea why until the very next morning.
and he had to watch you mourn. properly this time and not at all like the way you did for your parents, as this time it was fucking worse, painfully and all alone and for no way for him to get to you and comfort youâ to tell you it was okay to cry and that he loved you, to tell you to be happy, to be hopeful for the future and hopeful to the thought of spending the rest of your lives together and being meant to be.
but instead he had to watch you wail and scream in your pillow every night with no saving, clutching his clothes and things and picture frames, you making yourself sick as the grief was too much to bareâ everything that your parents had said to you and taught you about the afterlife meaning absolutely jack shit as the workings of supposed fate took away the only thing that ever made you happy.
satoruâs dream was to live with you. and it was taken away from him so brutally that he went absolutely nuts in the netherworld.
because yes he violated every single fucking undead law in the book and jumped over restricted gates and strange passage ways and doors, shoved through emotionless security guards, ignored junoâs warnings, and yes he tricked a living human being so he could exchange souls with himâ
all for the sole purpose of getting back to you.
it was always for you.
and now, him sitting next to you with an anxious waiting expression, your body and mind now feeling the effects of not having seen him for three entire years and the way your conscious mind grieved for him and his return, his skin sickishly pale and cold but still so handsome nonetheless⊠absolutely broke you.
it broke you as you let out a strangled hiccup and covered your mouth tightly with both hands, eyes squeezing painfully shut as you reeled over and wailed with a broken heart, for you were mourning the loss of him all over again.
âbaby no pleaseââ he quickly caught you and brought you to his chest, his breathing erratic and with the biggest lump in his throat. âsee? i didnât want you to remember iâ i wanted you to forgetâ
you continued to bawl and borderline scream out in agony, his words meaning absolutely nothing at this moment as your mind wouldnât quit flashing painful memories through your mind, memories that were once entirely missing as they suffocated you with displays of satoru in his grave over and over and over again.
âi canâtââ he frantically looked around for something, anything that would make you feel better before looking back down. âlook at meââ
âwhy did you leave?!â you wailed, pushing him away as the sight of you drowning in your tears ripped him to shreds. âwhy did you abandon me toru?! why did youââ
âiâm sorââ his voice gave out and he placed a hand over his heart, tears slipping from his eyes. âiâm sorry iâm so sorry iâ i never wanted to leaveââ
he reached out and tugged you in again, your body slumping against his as he struggled over his sobs.
âi didnât want to die i tried so hard not to dieââ
his words only made you cry harder as he gripped you tighter and shut his mouth, his frame trembling against yours and his tears trickling down and wetting your hair.
âyou left me! you were supposed to comeâ hicâ to come get me! you were supposed to marry me!ââ
you were babbling mindlessly at this point, your shattered heart taking over the words that were tumbling out of your mouth as you gripped and clawed at his suit, trying to bury yourself in his skin and stay there where you belonged.
he was too cold. and you couldnât hear a heart beat.
satoru could only cry and bawl with you as he gently rocked you side to side, knowing that there was nothing he could do to make you feel better, and nothing he could do to come back to life.
no matter how much he wanted it.
no matter how much you wanted it.
this is what fate had decided for the two of you.
âi tried so hard.â he mumbled. âi never stopped trying to get to you thatâs why juno hates me so much because iâve violated fucking everything.â
he pressed his lips to your forehead and laid his cheek on it after.
âi got sent to the attic and i couldnât look after you anymore and i didnât even get the chance to let you see me eitherââ
besides the fact that he took your memories, that explained why you never saw his spirit after he died, and you quickly pulled back again and narrowed your bloodshot eyes at him.
âwhy did you take my memories i neverâ hic!â i never asked you to i never wantedââ
âbecause i didnât want you to grieve over me prettyâŠâ he gently wiped your cheeks while you cried. âyou were hurting so much and it was torture watching you suffer like that.â
you sniffled and wiped your eyes with the base of your palm.
âi wanted to see you happyâŠâ satoru finished off.
âwas i?â
he dropped his hands and frowned.
âwere you?â
âno!â you muttered. âmy entire life iâve felt like something was missing and i didnât know why⊠like thisâ this block in my brain that i couldnât figure out and it was always just empty and like something was supposed to be there.â
you tucked your hair behind your ear and solemnly looked down, a pulsing headache racking through you from how much you were crying.
âi had to live with the fact that i was alone and that i never had anyone⊠and i had accepted that too⊠only this entire time i did have someone. you.â
and oddly enough, through everything that happenedâ all of the memories that you now remembered and the devastating death of your late boyfriend, you finally felt a little bit less strange and unusual.
because you always thought that something was wrong with you for feeling the way that you did, for craving somethingâ someone that never existed, for wanting to fill the void that you now know satoru once happily sat in, all of these things now officially clicking into place and bringing you the weirdest sense of peace you had probably ever felt.
âi wish you never made me forget.â you mumbled. âyouâre worth remembering toruâŠ. even if it hurts me.â
he guiltily nodded and sniffed. âmâsorry⊠i thought you were better off forgetting.â
a part of him still does, because the small glimpses he caught of you no longer crying and just simply living after he took your memories away, was enough to bring him a tiny sense of relief just before he got banished to the attic, hopeful that you would live a long and happy life even if it was painfully without him.
but the minute he sensed you coming up to the house earlier that night with him thinking he was going absolutely insane and if it was truly you, was also enough to send all of that out the fucking window and falling back into a pit of despair and longing for you when he finally saw you againâ for the first time in three years, looking just as pretty as he remembered and a little more grown up.
you slowly shook your head side to side, lifting your arms to wrap around his neck and him immediately responding, snaking them around your waist and pulling your warm beating body flush against his chest.
âdo you still love me?â he murmured. âeven though iâm dead?â
you slightly snorted, softly kissing his cheek.
âiâll always love you toru. wherever you are.â
âiâll always love you.â
he pulled back and gently smiled, eyes flickering to your soft lips as he juggled in his mind if it was okay to kiss you, every fiber of his undead being begging for it after missing and wishing it for so long, left with only recollections of your kisses to suffice through the years that he spent without you and wondering if he still had the right toâ since even though you were once his, and he shamelessly still considered you his, he didnât know if you were on the same page.
but you were.
it would be stupid not to be.
you leaned your pretty little face closer to his, timid doe eyed gaze looking at him so fondly that it brought back that same familiar feeling he felt with you those years ago, his hands coming up and settling themselves on your warm lively cheeks, holding you like fragile porcelain.
but were his dead lips still worthy of yours? even after everything heâd done?
âtoru.â
he hummed.
âdo you remember our first kiss?â
âuh huh.â he breathed out softly. âit was in my room.â
âi thinkââ your nose brushed with his. âi think we should have our second first kiss.â
he bit his bottom lip and smiled.
âyou think so?â
âi do.â
he hummed again, his thumb gently grazing over your plushy lips.
âi think it should look a little more like the first time.â
he tilted his head to the side a tiny bit and a delicate gust of wind brushed through your hair, your surroundings now completely and miraculously morphed into his room with the both of you sitting on his bedâ just like how you remembered it and basically had grown up in as you slowly took in your surroundings.
âhow the fuckââ
he laughed a little, lifting one hand and keeping the other still on your cheek, his index finger lightly tapping the center of your forehead.
âmind manipulation pretty.â he grinned. âcool huh? i poked in your head again.â
âyeah!â you giggled. âvery cool.â
âyou know what else would be cool?â
âwhat?â
âif you gave me a little kiss.â
you tilted your head to the side and leaned in again, your breath fanning across his face and your lips so close but not quite that it was fucking excruciating.
âyou want a kiss toru?â
âuh huh.â
âhow badâ mmph!ââ
satoru didnât even let you finish that sentence as he stuffed his tongue in your mouth greedily, wet and messy kisses smacking through the room as he cradled your jaw, cold lips delving all over yours and him giddy over the sensation of your warm mouth in comparison to his, your hands clutching his blazer and making out so sensually as you made up for the time that was stolen from you.
and the only thing the two of you felt in each others arms then was serenityâ one pumping, working heart and the other stiff, unmoving and cold, still equally beating for one another even through the restrictions of death, for satoruâs heart continued to move and love you regardless of how lifeless it may have appeared.
he suddenly pulled away, breathless.
âsweets?â
âyeah?â
âwhere in the actual fuck did you meet rin?â
you laughed, pulling back a bit to look at him with a regretful look. âknowing what i know now, iâm sick to my stomach toru.â
âdid you meet him after i died?â
you nodded. âhe was in one of my literature classes⊠and since back then i only remembered living my lifeâ alone, i guess he was the first person that didnât make me feel that way. at the start.â
âlame.â he mumbled. âyou cheated on me sweets.â
âno!â you laughed again, giving him a little pout. âhe was awful. horrendous. and i only stayed because i didnât wanna be alone again⊠even though i shouldnât have.â
you leaned and gave him a soft tiny lingering peck.
âdid you love him?â he murmured against your lips, and you shook your head.
âremembering you again made me realize what being in love with someone was supposed to feel like.â you reached and brushed through the front stands of his white hair mindlessly. âand it was no where near what i felt for rin. i didnât feel anything for him actually.â
he pursed his lips to the side, eyes squinting in thought and distaste.
âhmmmâŠâ
you giggled. âwhat toru?â
he hated that you got associated with a guy like that, and hated even more that rin was kissing and hugging and touching you whenever the fuck he wanted when you were his first.
âiâm gonna haunt him for the rest of his life.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and nudged him. âhonestly? do it. he sucks.â
âand you know what else sweets?â
you quirked a little brow. âwhat?â
âiâm gonna make you forget!â
âtoru!â you giggled. âno more taking memorââ
satoru leaned his face closer to yours and you froze up, wide eyed as a little mischevious glint in his vibrant blue gaze made you fidget.
he slowly grinned and tilted his head, lips coming closer to the side of your ear and tantalizingly hovering, arms snaking around your torso and pulling you up against him.
âdid you let him touch you pretty?â
âtâtouch?ââ
âmhm.â he gripped you a little tighter. âdid you?â
âum.â you squirmed a bit, your body turning hot in the matter of seconds. âwhatâ what do you meanââ
âdid you let him fuck you.â
your breath hitched and your cheeks went pink, hands timidly resting flat on his chest and feeling a little⊠guilty.
âmaybeââ you paused, shaky breaths blowing through your nose. âmaybe onceââ
satoru shot up to stand and hauled you with him, a squeal slipping past your lips as he hiked you up and brought your legs around his waist, walking across the room in quick strides and plopping you down roughly on his desk, kicking away his chair and it slamming against the wall as it rolled back.
âtoru?ââ
âwhy canât i make you forget⊠hm?â he grazed his lips from your jaw and up the side of your cheek, feather like as he squeezed and kneaded at your thighs, your heart fucking hammering against your chest.
âwhy would you wanna remember being with someone else other than me babyâŠâ
âiâ i donât but you erased my memoriesââ
he pulled back and tutted, head shaking and fingers drumming against your thighs. âdoesnât matter! shouldâve avoided them like the plague silly.â
you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him gently in.
âi wouldâve if i remembered.â
âremember this remember thatââ he smiled brightly and brought his face close to yours once more.
âyâknow what?â he cutely pecked your lips. âiâm gonna help you remember something!â
your brows pinched momentarily in curiosity. âwhat?â
âthat iâm the only man that ever gets to fuck you.â
satoru smashed his lips against yours and pulled you in tight, the bulge in his dress pants abundantly obvious as he grinded and rutted his aching cock on your clothed pussy, you gasping in his mouth at the feeling as you tried to keep up with his feverish fast kisses.
he slipped his icy hands underneath your top and you jumped at the change in temperature, satoru ravishing you up and obsessed with the heat your body produced and radiated, leaving him toasty for once and bringing a faux sense of life to him.
âdid you forget that too?â he murmured against your lips, hands ever so slowly creeping up and sliding under your bra to grope your plump tits. âhow i feel?â
ânuh uh.â you breathed out. âi didnâtââ
âtell me what you remember then sweetsâŠâ
he slid his hands back down and hiked your skirt up, you lifting your hips a little to help him bring it up as high as he possibly could, your pretty little panties tight and suffocating your pussy as his fingers came down to play with your swollen needy clit.
âi rememberââ your mouth hung open, words lodging in your throat.
âhm?â he shoved his hand in your panties and your eyes fluttered closed, him placing open wet mouthed kisses all over your neck and chest, your mind unable to grasp the amount of pleasure he was getting out with simply just his fingers, pleasure you missed so fucking badly as he slipped his digits up and down your folds.
âyour dickââ satoru pushed two fingers inside of you and you whined. âi remember the way you felt.â
âyeah?â he pulled back from your chest and grinned, fingers squelching as they pumped in and out. âand how did i feel?â
âbig.â you choked out, legs spreading wider as you gripped the edge of his desk, his frenzied lust filled eyes drinking in the way you unraveled and crumbled before him.
something he was positive rin didnât even come fucking close to.
âaww.â he cooed, digits speeding up as you squealed and tried to close your legs, him prying them open again. âbet you missed the way i filled you full huh? stretched you out so good?â
you rapidly nodded, eyebrows contorted in ecstasy as your thighs shook.
âanything else you missed baby?â
arousal trickled down your folds at this point, making an absolute mess out of his fingers.
âyour handsâ heaveâ on my neck when youâd fuck meââ
a shiver ran down his spine at your words, his cock so fucking hard and aching as it begged him to let it spring free and bury itself in your hole.
âmy godâŠâ he whispered. âi bet your slutty little self wants me to fuck you right now right? stuff you up and make you cum on my dick like i used to?â
with each word your hole was clenching and screaming for his cock, your hands quickly shooting out to pull and unbuckle at his belt, him laughing as he continued to finger your pussy while loosening up the collar of his tie.
âyouâre so needy.â
you pouted, embarrassed as you pulled your hands away and brattily tugged at his wrist to take his fingers out.
âi take it backââ
âno!â he quickly yanked his belt off and flung it, his fingers unzipping his pants and taking out his solid dick. âhell no please i need to be inside youââ
he lined his cock up and without warning pushed, your hands flying to grip his shoulders for support and crying out at the mere size of him, his dick icy in between your gummy walls that somehow added a whole new wave of pleasure for you.
âhard toru.â you whined. âplease i canâtâ iââ
âi know baby i know.â he gripped your hips and snapped his hips up, your moans fueling him as he plunged in your hole and took no time in fucking you in just the way he knew you liked it, proud of the fact that your pussy still took every single inch of him like heâd trained youâ almost like she recognized whose dick was actually for you and not some other fucking morons.
âyouâre not screwing anybody else anymore, you hear me sweets?â he tapped your cheek to get you to look at him, you completely dazed and fucked out as you tried to hold eye contact with him amidst his drilling cock. âshouldâve only been me⊠living or dead i donât care.â
you nodded dumbly, you leaning and kissing him sloppily and desperately that you muffled his next words, refusing to detach from his mouth.
âdid youâ mmphâ let him cum inside?â
you didnât answer, not because you were afraid to, but because his dick was silencing you as you hiccuped and spasmed with every slam of his hips, satoru a horny goner and pinning everything all on you even when it was literally his fault he erased your memories in the first place, fuming over the thought of you tainted by another man that he wanted to perform a full fucking cleanse.
he rammed inside of you faster against the desk as you separated from his lips and clamped a hand over your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
âdonât tell me you let him cum inside you little slutââ
âi didnât!â you heaved. âi didnât i didnâtââ
âgood baby!â he cheered, a complete contrast to his menacing tone from seconds before. âso you do love me.â
âi do! i love you i love you i love yoââ
his unbeating heart soared.
âyou love me?â
âuhâ hic!â uh huhââ
âeven when iâm dead?â
you nodded vigorously, feeling your orgasm starting to bubble up in your tummy as you choked and squirmed.
âperfect my sweet little thingâŠâ he cooed once more, him literally lightheaded over the way you clenched around his cock. âmake a mess all over me baby iâve been dreaming of your cute cunt for three fucking yearsââ
you wrapped your arms around him by the neck again and moaned, burying your face in his neck as he placed two palms on your bent knees and spread your plushy thighs further apart, jack hammering you and so mean about it as you shook violently against him and came, heaves and sobs of pleasure racking through your body as he threw his head back and groaned.
âyou want me to cum inside you?â he asked. âfill you up just like i used to?â
âyes! please pleaseââ
âoh fucking well.â
he pulled out of you and your eyes bulged open, his dick shiny and covered in your juices as he grabbed your upper arm and yanked you down on your knees.
âyouâre gonna suck me off and swallow what i give you for letting rinâs filthy hands on you.â
satoru tapped his dick against your cheek to get you to open up, you listening and opening your mouth as he shoved his cock inside and placed a hand on the back of your head, fucking your mouth as you choked and gagged on his length and loving every second of it.
âgoooddd baby.â he whispered, your slobbering so nasty as he watched drool dribble down your chin. âso goodâŠâ
you gulped him down and lathered your tongue around while he used you, his balls swollen and twitching and him needing to dump his cum in your mouth for you to swallow.
âremember when we used to do this every night?â he smiled wickedly. âwhen iâd make you swallow me up?â
you hummed around him and tried to nod, eager for his release and wanting to show him that you in fact did rememberâ wanting it just as bad as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked him harder.
âhâ oh my godââ he fisted your hair and shivered, letting you take over and milk him for all his worth. âiâm gonnaâ jesus baby slowâ slow down slow downâ hah!â
satoruâs release shot to the back of your throat and you choked, blinking back tears as you gradually slowed your pace and continued to deliciously suck him through his orgasm and gulp down his cum, him with a death grip on the edge of his desk as he heaved and swallowed, hips jittery and twitching away from youâ tip now overly sensitive.
you licked up the last of his cum and stood back up, shimming your skirt back down and satoru shakily stuffing his softened dick back in his pants and zipping it, eyes softening once you reached up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his over your waist and squeezing you gently.
âso youâre telling me.â you began. âthat you havenât had sex in three years and you fucked me like that?â
he snickered and smoothed a hand over your back. âitâs my instinct sweets! and also because iâm sure rin did a horrendous freaking jobââ
you laughed and rolled your eyes, kissing his cheek before looking at him fully.
âiâm serious you know.â
he raised a brow. âabout what?â
âabout marrying you. even more so now.â
and just when he was about to pick you up and spin you around and jump up and down, he stilledâ face sickishly paling more than it already was.
because satoru was keeping something else from you⊠a condition between the living and the dead and one he overlooked entirely because he was selfishly desperate for you and just wanted you with him again, like the way he had you when he was alive.
âwhat toru?â
âhuh?â his eyes snapped to yours, and he quickly shook his head. âoh nothing nothing!â
his mind was frantically pushing it to the back, ignoring it and wanting to go through with the one thing heâd practically been dreaming of his entire living and dead lifeâ marriage with you.
this was fine. this was okay.
right?
âwhite or black.â
you tilted your head. âwhat?â
âyouâll see⊠but choose!â he grinned. âwhite or black?â
a slow giddy smile grew on your face.
âblack.â
satoru waved his hand and you stilled, the clothes on your skin changing and morphing into something completely anew, your eyes landing on his black and white button up suit now and head quickly dropping down to yourselfâ gasping once it registered in your flabbergasted brain.
you were wearing a black wedding gown, beautiful and classy as you picked up and felt the soft silk material between your fingertips, your tule sheer veil intricate as you looked behind you thenâ it long and stretching for what seemed like miles across the floor with gorgeous embroidery at the base of it.
it was heavenly.
your gaze snapped back to his, and he smiled fondly, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers.
âthree times.â he murmured, and you picked up on what he was referring to, tightening your grip on his hand and nodding.
âbeetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice.â
and the room spun around you, so astronomically fast that you almost doubled over in stifling nausea as the wind whipped through your hair and veil, expecting to land in the attic and finally outside that damn model when in reality, you were in a church cathedral as soon as your surroundings had stopped spinning⊠and one that looked exactly like the one in winter river.
âare weâŠâ you looked around. âare we still in the model?â
he shook his head. ânope! i was focusing my mind here when you were saying my name⊠weâre in winter river baby.â
you smiled, the atmosphere around you soft and serene as the dimly lit candles around you quietly flickered, a random lilac colored hue across the cathedral and one you assumed was placed by satoru himself as he took your hands in his, almost in a haste too, but choosing to brush the observation aside.
this was wrong⊠and satoru knew it.
but he pushed it to the back of his head again.
âwe are gathered here todayââ
âshit!â
you jumped and whipped your head to the side, breathing out and shoulders relaxing once you saw it was just your churchâs pastor that youâd known since birthâ a strange far off look in his eye that you deemed to be something that satoru did, for there was no way he was up at the crack of fucking dawn right now to do a wedding.
âsorry!â you laughed. âis he⊠is he okay?â
âoh yeah heâs fine! heâs actually still sleeping.â he let go of one of your hands and patted the pastors head. âiâm manipulating his head for a little bit. just until youâre my wife.â
his wife.
you nodded, cheeks so warm as you tried to refrain from jumping over how excited you were at the thought of finally fulfilling the vows you had placed on each other when you were youngâ them now nurturing into something real.
âdearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the love of satoru gojo and y/n y/m in holy matrimony.â
he shouldnât do this to you.
âtoday, they declare their intention to build a life together, sharing their joys and their challenges, and supporting one another in pursuit of their dreams.â
he canâtâ he canât build a life with you⊠can he?
he pushed his worries back again and gripped your hands tighter.
âdo you, satoru gojo, take y/n y/m to be your lawfully wedded wife? do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her, through sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?â
this is wrong.
but he swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
âi do.â
âand do you, y/n y/m, take satoru gojo to be your lawfully wedded husband? do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, through sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?â
for as long as you both shall live.
satoru canât live.
âi dââ
âstop.â
you froze.
âwhat?â you asked worriedly. âwhatâs wrong?â
âiâm no better than the man i was when i first died.â
the look in his eyes was⊠odd, and it only further confused you.
âi donâtââ
âi canât let you marry me baby.â
your heart dropped.
âwhat?â
âi told you that if you married me it would break my contract and i would be a free man and thatâs trueâŠâ he began. âbut thereâs something else that i didnât tell you... iâ i kept it from you.â
oh fuck.
âwhat are you talking about toru.â your voice was low and heedful, almost like a warning to him, and he wanted to slam his head against the wall for being so fucking reckless again.
âif youââ he breathed in and shook his head, letting go of your hands and letting his fall tight at his sides, balling up. âif you marry me, youâre freeing meâŠâ
he gnawed at his lip.
âbut iâm killing you.â
your blood ran cold and drained from your face, words entirely at a loss and useless as your brain tried to process what the fuck he just told you.
kill you?
âmarrying me is like exchanging your soul with the dead.â satoru slowly shook his head. âyouâll die sweets⊠i canâtâ i canât do that to you.â
satoru was desperate to for you, so much so that he was willing to hide such a detrimental part of the marriage clause until the time came, choosing to play freaking stupid and tune it out in the hopes that in the end, he would be brave enough to go through with it just to keep you and not ever have to say goodbye again.
but it was wrong. so incredibly immoral and wrong and he felt like a monster for even trying to do it, for letting it go as far as it did and have you standing there in front of him in your pretty gown and veilâ just like how heâd imagined it when his blood was pumping and his heart was beating, and just like how heâd imagined it even now, shriveled up dead veins and all.
this is what fate had chosen for the two of you.
and though it took forever for satoru to accept it⊠you and him were simply not meant to be.
for you were meant to live, and satoru was meant to die.
âyou disgraceful bafoon! you insolent crook!â
the big doors of the cathedral kicked open and juno walked through, adam and barbara maitland running behind her and trying to pull her back, the both of them spouting reasonings and explanations.
âthis is her choice juno!ââ
âshe wants to let her do it!ââ
âthe kidâs just in love!ââ
âbutton it or iâm sending you back to the house!â juno grumbled at them, turning back around and pointing menacingly at satoru once she reached you both, her brittle old lady perfume wafting in your nostrils.
âjuno!â satoru greeted with faux cheerfulness, eyes wide and alarmed. âgood to see you hah! you look livelier than the last time i saw yââ
âwhat the hell do you think youâre doing boy?â she spat, eyes switching to you next. âand you! young ladyâ this man is a spirit!â
âiâi knowââ
âjuno they know each other.â barbara spoke up gently. âthey grew up together when he was alive.â
âyes they were in a relationship this isnât him trying to trick her into anythingââ
âno but it is.â satoru exhaustedly whined, cutting adam off as he ran his hands through his snowy hair. âshe didnât know about the clause⊠i just told her now.â
silence.
âyou didnât tell her about the clause?!ââ
âare you out of your mind you cockroach?!ââ
âyouâre doing what you did before!ââ
âi know!â satoru exclaimed over the yells of scolding and belittlement. âi know i know thatâs why i told her just now⊠iâm not letting her do it iâ i couldnât.â
he turned to you.
âbaby i want you. i need you and thatâs why i didnât say anything like a fucking dingbat because iâm tired of living forever without you... it sucks.â
you felt tears prickle at your eyes.
âbut this isnât fair to you at all. you deserve to live man⊠i canâtâ i wonât drag you down with me.â
âtoruââ
âthe living and the dead were never meant to coexist.â juno interjected, her gaze looking at satoru sincerely for once that it was a strange sight for him.
she placed a hand on her chest. âiâm sorry that your love was separated by death, truly. i sympathize with you. i canât think of anything more cruel.â
you both solemnly nodded.
âbut the living and the dead were never meant to coexist.â she repeated. âso even though you two move on from this and go back to being what you are, satoru will stay like this and you will not. you will grow.â
juno addressed you directly and you listened with a heavy heartâ the use of satoruâs actual given name now from her instead of âbeetlejuiceâ adding a layer of somber seriousness.
âand letâs just say this clause didnât exist and you get to marry her and she stays alive⊠satoru will still stay and you will grow. do you both understand what iâm trying to say?â
you quickly wiped the corner of your eyes, satoru peeking over at you sadly.
âi wonât tell you what i think the right choice is young lady.â she continued. âthe dead arenât even supposed to associate with the living like this⊠but weigh the consequences of either path and see which one you want to walk in.â
she stepped a bit closer, holding eye contact with you.
âbut let me make one thing clearâ the power of the living is greater than the dead. if you choose to marry him, you will break his contract forever and free him of his violations. but if you do, you will die and be one of us.â
either path is difficult.
to sacrifice his freedom, or to sacrifice your life?
but you knew that a life without satoru was nothing and bleakâŠ. you had lived it for three years.
were you willing to return to that? just to keep your heart beating? and say goodbye to satoru for good?
you didnât want to live in a world that didnât have him in it. you didnât want to live in a world where you remembered satoru for longer than youâd known him, and the thought only made you absolutely sick to your stomach as you envisioned the rest of your life without the person who knew you best.
it was almost easy⊠you didnât have to weigh the consequences at all.
your path was satoru.
âweâre getting married.â
âwhat?!â satoru frantically shook his head. âno sweets no weâre not.â
âyes we are.â you pushed. âthis isnât for you to decide itâs my choice and i choose youââ
âand iâm not letting you.â he countered. âyouâre choosing wrong so unbelievably wrongââ
âbut iâm not though!â you argued. âliterally explain to me right now how me stuck in a world that doesnât have you in it is better thanââ
ây/n you need to live.â he cut you off. âi died, not you itâs not supposed to be you alright? i canât let you do this.â
tears slipped from your eyes and you wiped them right away.
âdo you notâ sniffâ do you not want me do you want me to go away whatââ
ânoâŠâ he stepped forward and cupped your cheeks. âthatâs the last thing i want and you know thatâŠâ
âthen why wonât you marry me?â you hiccuped. âwhy wonât you let me stay with you?â
âbabyâ life is so unbelievably precious.â he moved strands of your hair away from your face. âdo you have any idea what i would give to have it again? to feel my body actually working for a change instead of it just being nothing?â
you continued to cry, your hands clutching his wrists.
âi donât want you to take that away from yourself because of me⊠i want you breathing. i want your little heart pumping and your cheeks warm, i want you to move on.â
âiâ hic!â i donât want to move on from youââ
âyou have to sweets.â he quickly wiped his eyes before cupping your cheeks again. âweâre not meant to be baby and i hate so much that we arenât⊠and iâm sorry.â
âtoru stop itââ
âplease live for me okay? for the both of us. and donât forget me either please donât forget meââ
âwhy are youââ you harshly wiped your eyes. âwhy are you talking like that what are you doingââ
âi donât think i should be around you anymore baby.â
âhuh?!â your eyes narrowed. âare you serious?â
âsatoruââ
juno raised a hand, stopping barbara from interjecting.
âit wonât be good for either of us if i stick around...â he sniffled. âi need to stay away from you because if i donât, i might try to trick you again into giving up your soul and i canât have that.â
âmy soul?â you spat. âtake it i donât want it without you i told you alreadyââ
âplease try to understand.â he placed a soft kiss to your forehead. âplease.â
ânoââ
âiâll see you soon okay?â satoru let go of your face. âgraduate please. have kids and get married and stuff⊠travel.â
you were supposed to do all of that with him.
âsatoru no listen to me!ââ
âi love you.â
âstop!ââ
satoruâs grief was monumental, but his love for you was greater, choosing to let you go for the sake of your life.
he looked to juno and she sighed through her nose, somehow knowing exactly what he was silently asking for, stepping forward and lifting a hand.
âsatoru please i wanna stay with you!ââ
juno sharply moved her hand to the side and you were pulled to a blinding white abyss, dream like and fuzzy as you felt all muscles in your body relax, your mind completely blank and free of the heartbreak and loss and sorrow for a little, floating through a cloud of soft serenity as it brought you in and tried to clear the pain in your heart.
you werenât aware of where you were or what juno had done, but your thoughts were distant and muffled as you let it engulf you entirely in its welcoming arms, you sleepy and drowsy until the blinding white abyss slowly shrunk down to a pure black, quiet void, the nerves in your body twitching little by little until you were finally consciously aware of your limbs and mind, but you too tired still to open your eyes.
you cruelly dreamed of satoru still. of him alive.
and you werenât sure how long you had been in this weird pit of tranquility, or how long you were asleep for until you were jerked awake and ripped from it entirely.
âheyâ y/n?â
you shot awake, sitting up and whipping your head around.
you were back in your dorm.
âare you okay? why are you sleeping on the floor?â
you looked up, your roommate standing there with a weirded out expression.
âand what are you wearing?â
your gaze shifted downward, and the minute you saw your black wedding dress and veil folded neatly next to you, memories of what had happened hours prior came achingly flooding in as you scrambled to stand up on your feet, scaring your roommate and leaving her to grumble in her head about how she wished the system didnât put her to room with the campus ghost girl.
âsorry! i have to go thank you though for waking me uââ
your voice trailed off down the hall, you running through and ignoring the weirded out looks from other students as you sprinted out of the building and down the street, engulfing the skirt of your gown up in your arms so you wouldnât accidentally trip over it and eat shit on the ground, the goal of getting back to the maitlandâs house the only thing on your mind as you ran.
your lungs burned by the time you got to the bottom of the hill, and you thanked anyone that was willing to listen for allowing winter river to exist as the smallest town you had ever known, sparing you from running a full fledged marathon just to get to the house as you heaved and tried to catch your breath, a little sweaty and hot as you began the hike up the hill.
you hoped he was there.. in the attic.
you hoped to god that he was.
reaching the top, you continued to trudge across the dirt driveway and up the porch steps, your foot lifting and just about to make contact with the old wooden platform until an invisible force grabbed your ankle and pulled you back, literally dragging you away from the house and down the hill over the grass as you screamed and thrashed for it to let you go.
satoru.
and you tried again, hiking up the hill with your bundled up wedding skirt in your arms, reaching the top faster than last time and choosing to run up the porch steps instead to see if you could outrun his ghostly abilities.
except you couldnât, because the invisible force caught you by the ankle again just as your fingers grazed the doorknob, yanking you away and down the hill until it left you screaming and huffing in frustration at the bottom.
you continued to do that for the rest of the fucking day, and everyday for that matter, for an entire week straight.
walking up the hill, reaching the top, getting reeled back, running up the hill and getting sent back down again, sprinting for it only to get dragged away once more as the repeated cycle you had set for yourself happened over and over, until by your last attempt you couldnât even walk up the hill anymore, satoru having put a huge invisible wall around the house that was impossible to get through.
you were angry. angry and bitter that he was doing this.
was it so bad to just want to spend the rest of your undying life with him? is that not what he wanted this entire time? why was he so adamant on damning you to live a life of suffering andâ and loneliness? a life without him?
you didnât know what to do. your psychic abilities were only for sensing the dead and being able to see themâ nothing to do with calling forth spirits or summoning them at any given place and time, so there was no way for you to call satoru no matter how much you wanted to or tried.
and you cried. you cried and you sobbed just like how you did when he first died, except somehow worse knowing that there was a chance to be together with him forever and him not wanting it⊠not wanting you.
but you waited anyways, hoping that he would come around and change his mind, that he would bring down that stupid invisible wall and let you inside the house and back to him, counting down the days and hours and minutes until it became clearer to you that satoru wasnât going to change his mind.
and by the third week, you had almost entirely given up.
you felt nothing. absolutely nothing as you slugged through your classes or your day to day errands, not giving a shit about anything that you had to do in this world for you had always loved the other world moreâ the world of spirits and the netherworld and the great beyond, the world that had satoru in it, as you appreciated and admired that one more ever since you were a kid with your parents⊠more than the one you were currently inâ as this one was filled with ignorance and criticism.
you felt helpless⊠and maybe satoru was right.
if he was willing to give up an opportunity to keep you forever, then maybe thatâs just the way it goes⊠maybe you should just accept it, and you choosing to think of the latter instead of begging and kneeling at nothing for satoru to come back and get you and marry youâ was helping the bitterness in your heart grow and get you by, it at least stopping you from crying in the middle of your lectures or the grocery store and weirding people out anyways.
maybe you should accept the fact that you and him were not meant to be.
after an entire month, you had given up.
and satoruâs grave was the closest you knew youâd get to him, permanently divided by dirt and soil and grass⊠six feet under and totally out of your reach, his tombstone engraved and pretty and one you couldnât believe you had forgotten about as it sat here alone for years right under your noseâ you visiting it now for the millionth time as you placed your book bag down and sat criss crossed on the grass, mindlessly tugging and breaking off pieces of it as you sat there.
you sighed deeply and hugged your knees up to your chest, the day surprisingly a sunny one as chirping birds flittered past you through the wind, tiny little white butterflies occasionally stopping by to sit on your arm or satoruâs tombstone as you sat there in thought⊠not really sure what to think, but comforted by the fact that the engravings on his stone reminded you that he was once very much alive and real.
there was an odd wavering in your heart, and you had a feeling that this was going to be the last time you were visiting his grave, for you figured it was time to finally do what he wanted you to doâ move on and forget him.
âdonât move on.â
you stiffened.
that voice⊠was your mind hallucinating now? jesus chriâ
âdonât move on from me please⊠andâ and donât forget me. i take it all back.â
you heard footsteps draw nearer across the grass and you turned your head, eyes widening and unbelieving as you saw satoru standing there with a pleading anxious expression, him still dressed in his black and white suit that he had on for the wedding.
was it actually him?
âhow are youâŠâ you trailed off, your mind having difficulty processing how he was there. âhow are you outside the house? i thought the contractââ
âjuno gave me a hall passâŠâ he explained softly. âit expires at the end of the day.â
you hummed, itching to jump up and wrap your arms around him and cling to him, but stopping yourself from doing so as you still didnât know why he was here, and you were quite frankly still bitter and hurt from him sending you away.
you slightly turned your body. âwhy are you here?â
âbecause i canât stay away from you.â
your heart skipped a beat as he crouched down to your level, your eyes greedily running across every feature of his face and committing it to memory, as you now had him directly in front of you again instead of having to rely on recollections of him to try and mend your aching heart.
and satoru was doing the same.
âi started to sense you distancing from me and⊠and i had this feeling that you were starting to listen and move on and forget me and it made me fucking ill. which is crazy because iâm dead⊠but i was literally ill sweets.â
you let a tiny soft smile play at your lips.
âi canât take it.â he spoke again, shaking his head. âi canât take the thought of you forgetting me. not now, not ever, and i donât know why i was stupid enough to try and convince myself that i could watch you do something like that even if its the right thing.â
âyou sent me away.â
âi did babyâŠâ he reached over and gently caressed your cheek. âand i regret that so fucking much. iâm sorry.â
âtoru i need you to understand that you canât make choices like that for me.â
âi know.â he mumbled and dropped his hand, eyes casting down. âiâm stupid.â
âbut i also need you to understand, that i have no interest in living in a world that doesnât have you in it⊠itâs not worth it now that youâre gone.â
you tilted your head to try and catch his gaze, continuing once his blue eyes flickered back to yours.
âi would die for you, and i would die without you. i look for you in everything that i do and you expecting me to just forget you is cruel.â
âno i donât want you to forget me anymââ
âwhatâs life to you?â you asked him suddenly. âwhat does it feel to you? and mean?â
he stared at you with pinched brows, his face endearing but sad all at the same time.
âwarm.â he murmured. âbeautiful and⊠pure. itâs peaceful and it means you.â
your heart fluttered and you smiled, and satoru fell in love with you all over againâ something you conquered when he was alive, and something you conquered again in death.
âthatâs what life is toru.â you cupped his cheek. âto me itâs notâ this.â
you gestured around you. âitâs not my body or my heart, itâs not the sun and itâs not breathing. itâs you. i feel life through you and i always have⊠because life doesnât literally mean where i am now and neither does it mean the netherworld baby⊠it means you and me.â
satoru didnât even realize he was crying until you wiped his cheeks, your words serving an entirely new perspective to him about the living and the dead and he felt peace.
because yes satoru was dead⊠but he was still living. living because he had you as the embodiment of it, and living because his soul still permitted him to see you again and be with you, to look at you with his own undead eyes and feel warmth like he did before.
but not literal warmth from your body or pumping blood or a beating heart.
but warmth from your soul. from who you are.
thatâs what life was to him⊠and what life was to you.
satoru wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought you to his chest, one hand on the back of your head as he cradled you and cried, finally now no longer mourning his past life like heâd been doing for the past three years, and no longer wishing for it back either or thinking that physically living in this world was the better option for you just because it meant you were breathing.
where he was, was just fine. and wherever you chose to go would be fine too.
but you chose to go with him, something that had been set since the moment you met under the magnolia tree back in middle schoolâ living or dead, paris or italy, your choice would always and forever be him.
satoru proposed to you right then and there at his gravesite, flying to one knee as soon as you both stood back up and him manifesting the biggest diamond rock you had ever seen in your life, laughing and crying together as he slipped it over your ring finger, for your marriage meant the binding of the living and the dead, and the binding of you and himâ a new beginning.
but this time your wedding wasnât at the cathedral, but under the pretty magnolia tree where you had met, now accompanied by the maitlands as barbara cried, and juno as she herself officiated the wedding, you thinkingâ hoping that she grew a soft spot for satoru, and that behind her stern resting face, she was glad satoru was finally a free man and granted a second chance.
giving your soul up was nothing to you, and it didnât hurt at all either⊠you feeling lighter in exchange actually⊠happy, with satoru standing in front of you and with a massive fucking grin on his face, shiny and bright as he practically jumped in his spot in excitement over you finally being his wife and that he got to keep youâ and right this time⊠no lies or tricks or hidden secrets, but genuine authentic sacrifice instead, for it was the purest form of love.
because this is what fate had decided for the two of you.
it had decided that satoru gojo was meant to die⊠but it had also decided to bring you back to him as wellâ to the house of the maitlands, to the attic he was banished to, and back together again in each others cold arms where you belonged, defying the laws of the living and the dead and proving that life doesnât end even after your hearts stopped beating.
fate had decided that you were both meant to be. that was always a fact.
and fate had decided that you and satoru gojo were meant to live, with unbeating hearts and icy cold skin, but souls still warm for each other nonetheless.
because through sickness and in health⊠death could not do you both apart.
you and satoru.
together for eternity.
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Bakugo who eats you out because he lost a bet, smut
It all started with a bet. It was this specific chaotic type of bet that you throw over your shoulder when agitated. The one that comes pistoling out of your lips as soon as it comes to your mind, or even earlier, a fog of war limits your common sense.
This was often the case with Katsuki Bakugo who was world widely known as the most annoying person on earth.
Okay, maybe he stood on this podium only in your world (others deemed Denki as the most insufferable) but it was enough to fire the never ending quarrels.
The two of you were similar in many senses, none of which would ever admit. Despite you being way less aggressive, you had your ways of getting under other peoplesâ skin when displeased. You had this fighting spirit and competitive nature that could tune well with Katsukiâs. Unfortunately it most often sang off-key.
It was hard to tell what he thought about you. On one hand youâd say he definitely disliked you, to some point maybe? If he did dislike you he wouldnât keep you around the small circle of his friends. Katsuki proved that he could push away anyone he wished to, no matter the circumstances. Thatâs what happened with Deku.
So Katsuki Bakugo disliked the fact that he liked you. Or he liked to dislike you. Either way you fought, ebbed and always surged back. Oh, and bets?
I bet you wonât even make it halfway before the time is up. He throws when he passes you down the hallway, spotting you bending your back over a book, minutes before the exam.
I bet your lovely friend will come looking for you soon. You snicker leaving him in the kitchen of the house party youâre both at. Heâs currently hiding from a bimbo who really tries to ask him out and doesnât take no for an answer.
I bet your mum dropped you when you were little.
I bet Miruko will kick your ass over this.
I bet theyâll send this essay back. Itâs shit.
I bet itâll die in this sunlight.
âHuh.â He knit his brows together, throwing you a nasty look. âOld hag didnât say anything. It looks like it needs light.â
You were currently in his dorm room, analysing a small plant his mother left him. It was tiny, in a small ceramic pot, with three juicy green leaves poking out of the fresh soil.
âWell, I bet itâll die if you put it in this sun.â You threw, shrugging your shoulders.
âOkay. If I win youâll shut the fuck up for a single day around me. No words, not even a squeak.â
With the eye of your imagination you could see Katsuki pestering you for a whole day while youâd be unable to fire back. Yet, you had nothing to worry about. The little dude on the windowsill will bear three of four days before wittering. Itâs the type that needs more shade.
âFine. And if I win you can eat my ass.â
He chuckled, throwing a not happening over his shoulder before ushering you to work you both had to do.
A week later you were back in his room. It was a pleasant place to work in - clean, quiet, and always stocked with tea and coffee. Unlike you, Katsuki had the luxury of a single room which always soured your mood when he rubbed it in your face.
You were resting in his desk chair, legs crossed and organising a bunch of sources you were about to use later in your dissertation. It was the least pleasant part of writing essays. Finding academic sources in the library or browsing for them on the internet was not half bad. One could get in the swing of it after some time. And it made you feel like a real student all book heavy bags in a spacious bibliotheca.
Organising them later though? A pain in the ass.
â-by the way.â You caught only the ending of his sentence.
âHuh?â Turning around you spotten Katsuki looking at something in the far end of his room.
There was a closet there, one that didnât quite reach the ceiling but was massive in shape. Atop of it sat the little dude in his sweet ceramic pot. Unfortunately all that was left of his three juicy leaves was one stem fighting for its life.
You clapped your hands in satisfaction, cracking a victorious laugh.
âTold you.â Fake wiping a tear from your cheek, you turned back to the desk and searched for the box you were about to tick off the long list. âGive it some more water and time. It will be fine.â
âSo.â You felt him standing behind you. His shadow disrupted your writing.
âSo?â Once again you turned around in his chair, cocking your brow in question.
âYou won.â He crossed his arms, tapping his foot on the soft carpet in irritation.
You nodded your head with a grin but still ruffled. âYes, and?â
âAnd you told me I can eat your ass.â
âOh yeah, stuff your stupid mouth full.â You laughed but he yanked you by the arm, standing you up.
He dropped to his knees, pushing your bottom into the rim of his desk. With a shit eating grin he slipped his fingers into the sides of your trousers, grazing the bare skin of your hips underneath them.
âWhat the fuck dude?â You cursed, grabbing his forehead like the one of a misbehaved dog, trying to pacify him.
âTell me to stop and I will.â The grin never left his face as he waited for your words, digging his nails into your skin.
It would be a lie to say that you never ever thought of him that way. Of course he was pretty, with his naturally fair hair that gave him a punk kind of look. With his body carved out like a marble statue. With a grin that made people both want to slap him and fawn over him.
Yes, it did cross your mind that he would be a pleasant view in the bed. Who with a sound mind wouldnât think of that. Maybe people who werenât attracted to-
No, it was a normal thought to have, one that may occur when youâre alone under the shower or in bed. You just often appreciate the beauty of your friends. Minaâs also cute and Kirishima is bulked as hell. It was a rational train of thoughts.
So why wasnât your rational mind telling your hand to push him away just now? Why were you looking at his face, so close to your clothed cunt and feeling excitement bubble in your veins.
Tell me to stop and I will.
And you never did. So he pushed you to sit on the desk, pulling both your trousers and pants down at the same time. You kicked the air a few times to get rid of them but they hung from one of your ankles. It didnât matter because his face was at its place. God bless you showered before coming here because you could have second thoughts otherwise.
âOkay, whatever the fuck you want, psycho.â You breathed as he lapped at your clit, still looking up at you.
His fingers creeped towards the inner side of your tight and you slapped him over the head.
âUh, uh. I told you you could eat me out, not finger me. Yesterday you didnât seem like the one to take shortcuts.â You spat, drinking up his frustration and slight⊠shame? Like a kid who did something wrong and got caught red handed.
âFine.â He muttered pushing his tongue inside you. âIt wonât take long anyway.â The grin was back on his face.
It indeed didnât take long as soon, your legs were shutting tightly around his face. You werenât even looking down anymore, the sight was a turn on but you were already overdriven. Your competitive nature was in a bliss and your head played fucking Katsuki Bakugo, on his fucking knees, between my fucking legs over and over like a broken record. You didnât want to spoil your fun by thinking he may be having a merrier time than you.
Not now, not when youâre so close and his palms are grabbing your tights, fingers digging into your muscles so much it would hurt if not the tension. Edging your release, you grabbed his hair in a tight fist pushing him in more, crossing your legs like it would take an âopen, sesame!â to undo them.
At last, with a final short breath you came chuckling and moaning. A Katsuki may have slipped past your lips but only once.
He tore your legs open, panting like he just finished a marathon. Looking down you covered your lips to hide the laugh. His face was wet, smeared all over with what was a mixture of you both. His cheeks were heavy with blood, an intense red cutting out on his pale face. Classically, his brows were knit together.
âDid you have to make such a mess?â The blonde stood up and went to his bathroom. You caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants.
The sound of the faucet reached your ears.
âIâm not gonna say sorry. You asked for it.â And you were pretty good at it. No. Such praise would kill your ego.
The water stopped running and you heard him stomp back. You pulled your trousers on quickly, suddenly feeling awfully naked. What would happen now? Your casual friend just ate your pussy like it was his last meal before a death sentence, and you were supposed to go back to organising the sources.
You felt a hard push to the back of your head.
âStop thinking about it and get back out.â
Eh?!
Time went on quickly and in a weird manner. A huge something was in the air but you couldnât find a way to bring the topic up. Why did you eat my pussy out of the blue? Was it really just about the bet? Were you feeling horny and I just so happened to be there? Are we fwb now? Do you like me?
Scratch the last one. The man gave you a headache ever since his own head left your tights. Also, he was nowhere to be found. Katsuki didnât respond to texts, he was absent from the gym during his usual hours, and his dorm room was closed. You couldnât just go to Kirishima and say: hey, Iâm trying to figure out why Katsuki gave me head, wanna help?
The moment you run into his fleeting ass, you're gonna squeeze out the answer.
An opportunity came soon when you spotted him sneaking into the laundry room. It was a cramped space with washing machines and dryers. Fortunately, you had little thieves around dorms so people usually left their washing while it was in progress. There was a big chance youâd be alone.
Running to the door you yanked them open and rushed inside. Indeed, it was only him crouched to the lowest washing machine, putting mostly black clothes inside.
âYouâre here for round two?â He smirked and you gasped.
It took you by surprise, you expected yelling or awkwardness. Nevermind. You shook off your initial stumble.
âCan you explain what the fuck do you mean by all this?â You gestured in the air as if all this was a laundry basket and an empty bottle of washing liquid scattered on the floor.
Katsuki hummed, shrugging his shoulders. He dropped the halfway loaded laundry on the floor and crawled closer to you, gripping your hips in a familiar manner. This time, you were wearing a skirt. Your back hit the door.
âTell me to stop and Iâll stop.â It fell from his lips as if he was asking whether you want vanilla or chocolate ice-cream.
Your mind ran in circles like a hamster in its ball. Start a fuss and possibly fight with Katsuki or let him do his thing and cum? Uhh.
He took your panties off completely, throwing them into his washing machine but left your skirt. Halfway in, when your chest was heaving and hips pushed further and further away from the door you heard a sound on the other side.
The doorknob shook and there was a mumble on the outside. You dug your feet into the ground and Katsuki put one of his hands to shut it closed. Yet, he didnât stop what he was doing. Both of your palms also pushed into the thin wood making you unable to quiet the panting and loud gulps. You bit your lip and it would break if something wasnât stuffed inside your mouth.
Taking a sharp breath through your nose, you smelled him. He stuffed your mouth with one of the shirts from his laundry. You threw him a dirty look from above to which he only smirked, going back down.
âItâs locked.â The muffled voice on the other side said.
âMaybe maintenance.â A different one answered.
When they were gone, you could finally cum, biting hard into Katsukiâs shirt. You steadied yourself on a drier afterwards while he wiped his mouth with a spare T-shirt before throwing all the leftover laundry inside the washing machine and starting it.
âMy pants.â You breathed out, you were still coming back to earth.
âOps.â He threw and with a single long stride, escaped the murder scene.
Your walk of shame in the short skirt, without panties on was long.
The third time you could talk to him happened only a day later.
You were studying with Kirishima, or more like tutoring him for free, in the library. Kirishima also had a single room in the dorms but his was far more trashy and you didnât crave to spend time in that man cave. Instead you booked a private study room. It had a small round table, a few chairs and switches to plug in electric devices.
Halfway through your study Kirishima stated he needed to go to the bathroom. You nodded and the man left. Only after a minute did you hear the door open once more.
âA line in the mensâ? Unbelievable.â You chuckled but upon looking up, you were met with a nasty grin.
âKirishima told me you guys were studying.â He cornered you. âYou know the deal.â
Katsuki slipped behind your chair as you whipped your head around to stop him. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders, surprisingly gentle.
âJust tell me to stop.â
Oh fuck you you pretty bastard. Is what you thought.
âOh fuck you.â Is what you said and you wanted to add something but he pushed your upper half into the table simultaneously yanking the chair from under your butt.
It took a lick for your knees to get kinda soft and your morale to stumble between being a decent person or getting this unbelievably lucky chance for a third time.
âCan we at least do it after I finish with Kiri? I can come to your room as quickly as I am able to.â You whispered.
âOr you can call the dumbass and buy me a few minutes.â Katsuki muttered between your folds.
You cursed under your breath and grabbed your phone. Pick up, pick up, pick up, goddamn. Kirishima could be back any second. Although nothing terrible would happen if he came in on you, it would be embarrassing like hell. Finally, you heard his voice on the other side of the line.
âIâm just coming back, literally wait a second-â
âNo!â You shouted into the device. âI mean.â
Katsuki seemed to slow down between your tights. Good, the bastard is not stupid and he cut you some slack this time.
âIâm sorry but I just really need a coffee, I thought youâd still be somewhere around the entrance.â You pieced together a makeshift excuse.
âI can go back. âTs the least I can do for your help.â Kirishima laughed so genuinely it made you feel slightly bad for playing him like this.
âYeah, uh, it really is boring like hell.â You laughed. The whole phone call made you unable to focus on Katsuki who was behind you and you really wanted to go back to minding him. âIf I can be honest it would be lovely if you could bring me coffee from that cafe down and opposite of the library. You know which. I slept really bad and need their double espresso.â Kiri, please just say yes!
âOf course, anything for you.â
That sweetheart. Kirishima was really the perfect man, contrary to Katsuki who just now, at the very end of your call, decided to be an absolute asshole.
You felt two of his fingers push past your entrance and force your walls open. A breath got caught in your throat.
âOkay thanks, bye!â You smashed the end call button. âWhat the fuck are you do-â
But he was turning you around, lapping his tongue over your clit, moving his fingers in and out of your cunt all of which with closed eyes and a blissful look on his face. You gave in, because it felt so good.
After a while you finished all over his face, for the third time this week.
âI told you not to finger me.â You complained, dressing yourself in fear of Kirishima being too neat in his mission to get you coffee.
âI know and I didnât like it. So I had to distract you.â He smirked, resting his hip on the table.
At that moment, Kirishima came inside with two paper cups, steam escaping the small opening in the lids.
âOh, hi dude! I didnât think youâd come here. Iâd buy you coffee too.â Kirishima chirped.
âForget about it, I was supposed to do something anyway. Just came in to say hi.â The blonde flicked his hand in the air. âOh, and if you want-â He turned to you. âYou can come to my room later and finish what we were talking about.â With that he slipped past the door leaving you with a grimace and Kirishima with a dumbfounded expression.
âWhat were you guys talking about?â The redhead asked.
âNothing important, just about transplanting a small plant his mum gave him. Iâll help him later, he has already managed to nearly kill it.â
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show & tell (SMG x reader).
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SUMMARY:
You have known Mingi since you both were fourteen. Youâve been by his side through thick and thin and you would do anything for him, really, considering heâs your other half. When he has an unfortunate bed experience and asks for your help and you say yes, he starts considering that, maybe, youâre just the best friend a guy like him can have.
PAIRING: best friend!mingi x afab reader.
GENRE: childhood best friends to ?
WORD COUNT: 8k.
WARNINGS: SMUT ✠(MINORS DNI) attempt !!! at comedy, wooyoung being a little shit, hwa being the voice of reason, sex talk, pet names (love and also dude and bro but in a sweet way), mingi scaring the sense out of you, descriptions of female anatomy, kissing, dirty talk (sort of), teasing, a little bit of voyeurism, fingering, squirting, almost getting caught, unresolved feelings.
NOTES: had to do a lot of research for this one, so i figured nothing better to post as my first fic here! this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3
POSTED: july 18th 2024.
masterlist. / part two.
âDelete her number right now!âÂ
âShe's such a bitch for saying that to youâŠâÂ
âAnd over text too? Wow.âÂ
âYeah, no, I didn't like her from the start.âÂ
Wooyoungâs living room comes to life once again that morning, voices echoing and insults flying out, all towards the girl Mingiâs seeing.Â
Was seeing. You're sure she's out of his usual rotation with the lovely shit show she just caused.Â
You stay silent, your eyes fixed on your best friend's expression, on his red cheeks and apologetic eyes because everyone told him that girl was bad news.Â
He should've listened to you when you told him you liked her friend better. She was a sweet girl, clearly had a thing for Mingi.Â
Unfortunately, Mingi has a type. And that type always ends up breaking his spirit one way or another.Â
But you stay silent, letting your friends have their little rants about how much of a bitch she is for hurting Mingi's ego like that, until he covers up his face with his hands and lets out a frustrated whine.Â
âThat's enough, everyone. I think he got it.â You smile a little and everyone turns to you, Yunhoâs chest heaving and everything but Seonghwa (who also kept his mouth shut all this time) interferes before anyone else has the chance to start again.
âYou know you shouldn't feel ashamed for that, right?â he asks Mingi, who slowly lowers his hands to his lap and looks at you for a brief second. You nod, confirming what Hwa says âNo one is born knowing everything and she shouldn't expect you to know how to make a girl squirt.âÂ
âJesus Christ,â Mingi whines again, closing his eyes âDon't say it like that.âÂ
âHow else should I say it?â Seonghwa is confused but he laughs a little bit and turns to you.Â
Being the only girl in the room, you think everyone it's expecting you to pick your friend up and join them in their insults but you can't (for Mingiâs sake). Instead, you let out a sigh âI mean, it's hard to even make it happen on your own without any help, Mingi. I don't know what the fuck she's on butâŠâ shrugging, you extend your arm to pat him in the shoulder two times âHwaâs right.âÂ
âSo you do know?âÂ
âWooââ Hongjoong reprimands right away and you turn to Wooyoung, confused.
âHuh?âÂ
âYou said that it's hard making it happen,â he explains, smiling because he just found a new target for the next few days âSo you must know.âÂ
Talking about sex with them was never difficult, it didn't make you uncomfortable whatsoever but you know what Woo is doing.Â
You look down at Mingi before answering though and his eyes are glued to the carpet, begging for the topic of his unfortunate encounter with that bitch to die on everyone's tongue.Â
So you take mercy on him.Â
âOh. I mean⊠Yeah.â You shrug once again, leaning back against the cushions on the couch while Wooyoung claps like he just heard the most hilarious joke ever.Â
âYou truly are amazing.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you get up from your comfy seat âSure. But it took a lot of practice and the whole ordeal was frustrating for me, so, again, I don't know what the fuck she was on,â you say again, smiling down at Mingi before taking a few steps towards the door âIt's noon already, by the way.âÂ
âShit.â Woo gets up quickly from his spot on the floor and everyone else follows suit.Â
âAlright, everyone out! We have a midterm to cheat on.â San calls out and everyone takes it as their sign to actually leave (not just hang around the apartment) and continue with their days.Â
This reunion was a little impromptu, just because Wooyoung texted everyone begging to come over and hang out with him and San before their online philosophy midterm.Â
âAnd by that he means that you need to stay,â Wooyoung hugs Seonghwa hard, almost begging him with his eyes âWe didn't study⊠Don't look at me like that! Please?âÂ
âI'm not doing your fucking midterm for you!â
You chuckle, leaning on the door and waiting for your ride home to get his shoes on. When you look down at him again, Mingi mouths a thank you and you blow him a kiss.Â
When you get downstairs, you swear you still hear Wooyoung begging his senior to take the test for him.Â
Everyone is quiet in the car. You can tell they're tired from exams and life in general, so you don't press them with questions and just let the music play in the background while you look out the passenger window and, eventually, at Mingi.Â
His grip on the steering wheel lets you know he's a little more affected than he let on back there. But, again, you say nothing.Â
You know better than to pressure him into telling you his feelings.Â
Mingi and you have been friends forever. He lived a few houses down from yours, becoming your first friend when you moved to the city. You both were fourteen when it happened, so you've known him long enough to know what happens when he gets his heart broken.Â
Not that Mingi loved that girl or anything, but he never really took embarrassment well. He didn't when the first girl he liked rejected him in front of the whole ninth grade class and he didn't when his pants ripped in the middle of the stage while performing a routine with his dance team on senior year.Â
You stood by his side every single time and every single time he waited to sit down and let everything out, collect his feelings and talk to you through his frustrations. You really loved that about him, because he never said anything he regretted just because he was upset at the moment.Â
Maybe that's why you two have been friends for so long. Opposites attract, or whatever your mother told you one time.Â
In reality, you think it's because you two complement each other well.Â
He knows when to speak his mind and you're kind of impulsive, heart on your sleeve and sharp tongue ready to defend your and your loved ones honor if needed.Â
That's why it takes a lot of strength for you to not pull up that girl's number from his phone and give her a piece of your mind.Â
One by one, you drop your friends off in different parts of the city and when it's time to go into your own house, you circle the car and Mingi rolls his window down.
He reads the look you give him a little too well, so he opens his mouth to stop you but you shake your head.Â
âCall me, come over or just let me know if you need anything,â you start before he says anything âIf you need me to beat her up, I can do that too.âÂ
He huffs out a laugh âYou don't even know how to fight, love.â
You sigh at the nickname, he's been using it since the time you told him you had a crush on his friend, way bsck in highschool, and that you were positive you were going to get together and he would csll you love because that's what good boyfriend's do.Â
Turns out, you weren't exactly his friends type. Neither were the other girls in your school.Â
âI don't give a shit, I'll do it,â You two smile to each other fondly for a few seconds and then you tap the top of the car âThanks for the ride, dude.âÂ
âYouâre welcome, bro.â He rolls his eyes, annoyed because he hates when you call him that, but waits for you to get inside either way.Â
And in the solitude of your room, you wait.Â
You distract yourself with papers that are due in a few days, you start studying for your finals even though they're months away and you even go downstairs to say goodbye to your parents when they leave for a fancy dinner with their colleagues before you hear your phone ring.Â
Mingi's FaceTime comes right on time, because you were getting really anxious from the radio silence on his end.Â
âI have a small query for you.â He puts on an accent that makes you grimace immediately and he laughs at you.Â
âEw. Never do that ever again,â you beg, going back upstairs to your room âGo ahead.âÂ
âHow do you do it?âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
âHow the fuck do you make yourself squirt, love?âÂ
Oh.Â
Definitely not the conversation you were hoping to have with him.Â
It caughts off guard and you stammer your response âUm⊠Youâ I mean, it's not really a thing I can explain.âÂ
âYou have such a way with words, though.âÂ
You stare at him through the screen, annoyed, and he just laughs again âDon't make me come over and beat you up.âÂ
âAlright, alright,â his giggling dies out and you distract yourself from the heat you feel creeping over your cheeks while putting away your statistics prep for the quiz you have next week. There's a bit of silence and then you hear him sigh âI do really want to know, though.âÂ
âIf you're asking me this to then go over to her house and prove her wrong, I'm not telling you shit.âÂ
âNo! No, that's not it at all,â he defends himself quickly when you turn your head to the camera, scowl in your face âWhen she asked me to do it, I really did try to make her, you knowâŠâÂ
âYou said squirt so freely a minute ago, Mingi,â you tease, smiling, but at his expression, you give in âWhat exactly did you do?âÂ
âI tried to, you know, do it like they do it in the movies,â he demonstrates his point with his free hand, his middle and ring finger down on his sheets, pressing and moving side to side âAnd she was enjoying it and she came, but nothing really⊠came out.âÂ
âWow, first of all: you make her come and she has the nerve to give you shit over text? I hate her,â you shake your head, disappointment written all over your face âand second of all, that was a terrible mistake.âÂ
âWhat? Going like this?â He does it again and you roll your eyes, laughing a second later.Â
âNo, dude, trying to porno your way into making her squirt.âÂ
âOh.â His movements on the sheets slow down and you grimace again.Â
âPlease stop doing that,â you beg and he snaps out of his thoughts to look at you through the screen. You take your phone and move to the bed, resting your head against the pillows with a huff.Â
You ponder for a moment. You're sure telling him what he wants to hear it's not really a threat to your friendship, but it's also something that's very personal and intimate. You can talk about sex with Mingi and the other guys, sure, what doesn't mean you tell them about your sex life.Â
Maybe that's why Wooyoung was so excited earlier today, because you spilled something that involves you directly and not something vague and general like you usually do.Â
âWould it give you peace of mind if I explained it to you?â You ask, your voice barely a whisper as you sit straight on the bed.Â
Your best friend takes what feels like a lifetime to respond and, when does, it's in a hushed tone as well âPlease.âÂ
You groan and you comply either way, trying to find the right words to even start âOkay, I'm going to be very technical about this.âÂ
âI wouldn't expect anything else from you.âÂ
His teasing tone makes you glare at him for a few seconds before dismissing it with a click of your tongue âThe very first thing you need to make sure happens, is that you wash your handsââÂ
âYes, Y/N, I'm not a virgin,â he huffs this time, annoyed âI know all of that, just skip to the part where I make her squirt.âÂ
âJesus, fine! I also want to clarify that this works on me and I'm not really sure if it'll work on anyone else, alright?â he nods and you look away from the screen because you're not sure how to look him in the eyes âThe first thing that I doâ The first thing that you need to do,â you correct yourself quickly âIs make sure she's comfortable. And I mean, the space. Towels, water bottles⊠She needs to hydrate a lot.âÂ
âHydrate⊠a⊠lotâŠâ You turn your head to the screen and your jaw goes slack at what you see.Â
âAre you writing this down?!âÂ
âIâm making sure I don't forget anything!âÂ
âYou're unbelievableâŠâ You let out under your breath and take a deep one before resuming the, apparently, class âSquirting can be confused as peeing andââÂ
âShit, hold on.â He interrupts and you hear his momâs voice at the door, asking him something you can't really catch through the shitty airpod audio âIt's just Y/N⊠I'm not really saying anything so I don't understand how I'm being too loud forâ Yes ma'am.âÂ
You try not to laugh because he's literally being scolded right in front of you.Â
Old habits die hard, and Mingi's mom loves to put him on the spot.Â
Your laugh dies hard as well, because the next words, for some reason, make your heart drop to your ass.Â
âShe's telling me to either cut it out or go to your house, so⊠I'm coming over.âÂ
âOh, Iâ Hello?â Your lockscreen mocks you because the call literally ended before you could tell him to go and fuck himself âShit.âÂ
You don't know why you panic, but you do. You tidy up the room, you change your pijamas into something more presentable and you try to remember what were you telling him before he pulls open your bedroom door.Â
âMingi! Fuck, you scared the shit out of me â you're panting, hand over your chest.Â
Heâs also panting, like he runned to get to your house, but he looks dumbfounded by your reaction âYour mom literally gave me the spare keys in your presence.â Â
When he steps closer, you notice he's wearing cologne and that his hair it's a little wet, still, so you figure he took a shower before calling you tonight.Â
Which means he probably wanted to sleep everything off, like he usually does, but whatever this is made him call you.Â
âYeah! But I thought youâ Nevermind.â He shrugs and gives your hair a kiss before he moves to sit at your desk, the same way he usually does when he steals your laptop and notes to complete his assignments for the few classes you share.Â
God. Somehow, you wish he was doing just that so it brings back some sense of normalcy. Maybe then, your heart can calm down enough for you to understand why this specific situation has your senses going insane.Â
You sit back down on your bed and try to get your heart back to its place in the meantime.Â
âThey're not home, right? I didn't see your dadâs car.âÂ
âCompany dinner.âÂ
âAh.â He nods and you both fall in uncomfortable silence. It shouldn't be awkward, but it kind of is, even if you laugh when he pulls out the notebook he was writing on from underneath his oversized shirt and steals a pen from your pencil case, it's still a little weird.Â
You gulp.Â
âSo, squirting can be confused as peeing.â He recalls the last thing you said with a smile and then he turns to look at you for a second âGo on.âÂ
You're grateful he's taking notes all of the sudden. He's turned to you, so you have a clear view of his back and you can freely take a grounding breath before continuing âIt can make you feel very uncomfortable if you think you're going to pee yourself and that's really why most women don't squirt in the first place.âÂ
âYou sound like you're reading a text book.â He confesses with a laugh.Â
âI told you, I'm being very technical about thisâ Besides, I did my research when I was trying toâŠâ you gulp again âYou know.âÂ
âYou said squirt so freely a minute ago.â Mingi teases you the same way you teased him earlier and you squint your eyes in return.Â
âVery funny. Anyways⊠Yeah, when you feel that, you usually tense up. You need to relax before even making it happen,â he nods, writing it down quickly âI also read that, depending on the person, you can confuse the liquid with, like, usual⊠arousal? Yeah, arousalâ you sound more confident the second time you say it, unsure on how to call it because you never really explained anything related to your vagina to anyone else.Â
He turns to you, confused âSo⊠If she doesn't squirt a lot, how can I tell if she did it?âÂ
âI guess you'll notice it in her reaction?â You shrug and then cough a little to try and get rid of the sudden lump on your throat âI mean, it's not my case, so I wouldn't⊠I wouldn't know that.âÂ
Mingi, because -you guess- hates you, just raises a brow and looks you over one time before turning back to his notes.Â
âA-anyways,â you cough again âIt's all in her g-spot. It happens because it gets stimulated and that g-spot it's likeâŠâ you, once again, try to find the ideal words to explain âIt's like the upper wall of the vagina? No, no, that's not right,â you see him draw a line over what he clearly wrote down on the paper and you laugh, apologetic âIt's more like the, uh⊠Like the front wall of it.âÂ
âFront wall?âÂ
âY-yeah?â you offer, nervous and unsure âI mean⊠Ugh, let me explain again. Something that you need to take into account is that you can only find it if she's really, really turned on.âÂ
âO⊠kay.âÂ
âSort of like when you get hard we, uh, also get hard. Just differently,â you notice he's no longer taking notes when you turn to him again and the room is suddenly very hot.Â
The ACâs on, right?Â
Fuck.Â
âAnd apparently it only really shows up when you're really aroused. The g-spot, I mean,â Quickly, you're up from your bed and walking around it, fetching your water bottle and taking a big gulp of it with your eyes closed.Â
Mingi clears his throat a second later.Â
âSo it feels hard to the touch orâŠâÂ
âNot really, um⊠It kinda feels like a berry.âÂ
He laughs âWhat?âÂ
âYeah, it's kind of soft but it has a texture to it too. And we, uh⊠have this gland that fills up with the liquidâ Kind of like a prostate gland! Yeah, that's what that article said,â putting even more distance within Mingi and you, you sit back on the bed, just on the other side âIf you try to do it before it fills up, you end up with nothing. That's what frustrated me the whole time I was learning how to do it.âÂ
âYou didn't drink enough water?âÂ
âNo, noâ It fills up when you get really turned on. And when I was trying, I was trying way too hard and didn't, uh⊠I didn't do a lot of foreplay before trying, s-so.â You nod, finishing the explanation in a softer voice.Â
Your cheeks feel hot and you swear your upper lip is sweating a bit. Why would you even say that?Â
âY-you didn't touch yourself enough orâŠ?âÂ
âExactly, I didn't, I just⊠Tried t-to stimulate it. Wasn't even wet enough so I used, uh, lube.âÂ
âOh⊠Lube. Sure, okay.â He nods again, and then moves his hand over his face, looking away for a second âAnd then?âÂ
âI'm not really sure how to⊠Give me a second.â
What were you even telling him before exposing yourself like that? Before the tension in the room skyrocketed in a suffocating way? You're not sure.Â
Oh, foreplay. Okay, what's next?Â
âFingering,â you say out loud when you remember and at the sudden word Mingi turns to you, eyes wide and you stumble over your words yet again âY-you need to finger her to stimulate the g-spot, duh.âÂ
âDon't duh me, Y/N, I'm learning!âÂ
âSorry!âÂ
âOkay! Now what do I do when⊠fingering.âÂ
That makes you frown. You're not really sure what to tell him next. So you look straight ahead and, unintentionally, move your ring and middle finger the way you do when you're touching yourself.Â
In the silence of the room, you audibly hear Mingiâs breath hitching and that draws you back to reality.Â
When you look at him, his eyes are solely focused on your fingers.Â
âI don't really know how to explain this next part.â You sound apologetic, your lips tensing into a straight line.Â
A bit passes.Â
And then another one and another one where Mingi looks at you with a weird, foreign expression on his face.Â
So you open your mouth to apologize to him, but he beats you to it.Â
âThen show me.âÂ
You swear you never even heard him sound like that before. Or maybe you have, the tone of voice similar to when he just wakes up, low, grouchy, as if his throat might be dry.Â
It just never affected you this way.Â
âW-what?â you blink hard, a few times, trying to focus on whatever the hell is going on.Â
âShow me how you do it⊠I-if you want to.âÂ
âMingi!âÂ
âI justâ Look, you don't have to,â he says right away âIf you don't want to, you can forget I ever asked but I'm so⊠curiousâ, he says, getting up from your desk chair and planting his knee into the bed âAnd I'm also really butthurt over what happened. I want to learn but I don't really have anyone else to ask.âÂ
âWhat about, uh⊠Minseo! Yeah, what about her?â you offer quickly, also getting up.Â
âSan's ex?!âÂ
âI don't know any other woman that you also know, Mingi!âÂ
He gulps and breathes heavily, gathering his words, his thoughts, just like he always does and you remember: This is Mingi. Your Mingi. The Mingi you've known for years and care about more than anything.Â
âI'm asking you because I trust you,â he says, looking you over once again âAnd because if I fail, you're not⊠going to make fun of me for it.â
There it is.Â
You soften at that and he seems to relax at your reaction. His demeanor lets you know he's not just saying that because he wants to see you touch yourself, he's being honest.Â
So you decide to be honest, as well. In a whisper, because your voice will tremble and give away how strongly you feel about his request.Â
âI've never done it in front of anyone before.âÂ
âSo no one has ever make youââÂ
âNo,â you confirm before he even gets it out and you sigh âI never ask for it and I haven't really⊠I've only slept withââÂ
âHangyeol.â He nods and scrunches his nose in disgust at the memory of your highschool boyfriend. They never really got along and it was a shame, because Han was a great guy, he just wasn't the one for you.Â
âMingi,â you walk over to him and he straightens up his spine âThis could really⊠I mean, there's no getting rid of me on this lifetime, buddy,â reminding him makes him smile and you do as well, nervous, your body on high alert âBut this could mess us up.â You finish in a whisper.Â
âI'm not letting that happen.â He says back, eyes scanning your face before zeroing on your eyes âThere's no getting rid of me either, love.âÂ
That nickname is going to be the death of you, you're sure. It makes you suck in air you very much need at this moment.Â
Fuck it.Â
âI'll⊠get the towels, then.â You smile a little even though your cheeks are burning and you feel a little dizzy while holding his gaze, but you don't back down.Â
Before you move, though, he stops you with his hand holding your waist âI know where they are. Stay here.âÂ
You could literally melt right now. And you know it's a short trip to the downstairs hallway closet from your room, so you make sure you strip your duvet before things get messy.Â
You should go to the bathroom, too, to clean yourself up a bit before Mingi finds out what you find out when you sit on your bed.Â
You're so wet.Â
And it's so fucking embarrassing, because you're not supposed to feel this way for him, for this.
Because, if anything, this is clearly just an educational experience.
And if Mingiâs excited look when he re-enters your bedroom tells you otherwise, you're choosing to ignore it for the clearly educational experienceâs sake.Â
âThese will do?âÂ
You take the two mismatched towels and place them on the bed right away, not even looking at him.Â
âYep.âÂ
You think he nods but you're not sure, you just caught a glimpse of him moving towards your desk while you pretend to fix the towels in the bed to perfection.Â
âOkay, so⊠You need to, uh, be comfy and shit. Drink water, you just did that a few minutes agoâŠâ when you turn to him, he's reading his notes like he's actually about to conduct an experiment and you chuckle before shaking your head âThe⊠The foreplay part should be next, right?âÂ
âRightâŠâ you drag out, biting the inside of your cheek before he looks back at you.Â
âYou look really tense, Y/N,â he deadpans, looking down at his notes again âYou need to relax so it can happen, right?âÂ
âYou're about to see me touch myself and you think I can relax?âÂ
âOh,â he frowns, immediately and then blinks a few times to refocus, you think âI'm not the one doing it?âÂ
âUh⊠Yes? Later? I thought you wanted to see me first, y-you⊠You asked me to show youâŠâÂ
You can feel him think, the gears on his brain twisting and you think he's going to backpedal at any second because he's not really saying anything. Then you see it, the moment the image crosses his mind.Â
And the next second you have him in front of you, towering over your form and then he's not.
Getting on his knees, he tentatively places a hand on your knee and parts your legs so you can make room for him to touch the end of the mattress with his chest and raise his chin just enough to make you think he's asking you to kiss him.
Oh God, you want to kiss him.Â
His voice is a sweet murmur when he speaks again âShow me how to get you there, love,â he sounds like he's pleading, like he's begging you to instruct him and your breath catches when he moves his hand up your thigh âWhat do you like?âÂ
Your mouth moves before you can even think âKiss me.âÂ
You don't even notice you're leaning forward until his breath fans against your chin and he tilts his head even more so that your noses touch.Â
âHow do you like being kissed?âÂ
You breathe out a laugh, a little annoyed by his constant questioning âFigure it out, Mingi.â And then the last thing you see is his smirk before his mouth presses against yours.Â
It's not what you expect. If anything, you expected him to take the lead. Han used to do so, all the guys you've ever kissed did it as well. You don't really know why his patience surprises you, but it does and if your heart could race even more, it would.Â
Because he waits for your guidance, waits for you to grab his shirt and jank him closer, waits for you to sigh against him and then returns the gesture when he feels your fingers move upwards and tangle in his dark hair.Â
His mouth is complying to yours, his tongue is exploring it and wetting your lips in the process and you've never felt this good with anyone before.Â
That's something you'll need to unpack later, but your brain disconnects when your best friend lets out a noise the second his hands touch your waist under your shirt and you forget, for a split second, that the point of this is to have you on your back pleasing yourself for him to learn.Â
Because you want nothing more than to hear him make that noise again.Â
The kisses grow needy and so do you when he trails a path with his wet lips from your chin to your neck and the next thing you know is that your back is against the towels you laid down before and his mouth is kissing the valley of your breasts over the cotton of your shirt.Â
You look down and it takes a second for him to feel you staring before he looks up at you âShould we take this off?âÂ
Your voice gives away how gone you are when you reply a simple yes and your shirt is on the floor the next instant.Â
Now, you're sure this is not the first time Mingi has seen you in your underwear. You both have gone swimming before and he has walked into your room a million times while you're getting ready. You're even sure he's seen you walk out from your bathroom in this specific bra before⊠But he's staring at you like it's the first time he's been able to trace the way your breasts spill a little bit over the fabric of this old bra you decided to wear today, like it's the first time he's allowed himself to enjoy it.Â
Like it's the first time he's allowing himself to feel any sort of attraction for you.Â
âFuck,â you whisper, shallow breath hitting his cheek when he returns his mouth to your jaw âLet me⊠Come here.âÂ
You scoot up until your head rests against your pillows and he follows, resting his body weight on his side and chasing your mouth when you turn your face to him.Â
You should speed this up. There's no way you're not going to feel like shit if tomorrow you wake up and remember you're letting yourself enjoy this more than you should.Â
Thereâs no reason for you to lose your breath when his fingertips trace softly the skin under your breasts or for your legs to grant him access so quickly when they reach your belly and bypass every other part of your body before going straight in between them.Â
And he notices it too.Â
âI don't know why I asked you so many questions before,â he starts, turning his hand so that he back of it and his nails start caressing the inside of your thighs through your sweatpants âI know what you like. I pay attention to you whenever we're talking about sex with the guys.âÂ
You frown, about to remind him that you never speak directly about your own experiences but he continues his ministrations, giving your other thigh attention âI usually watch you closely in case any of it makes you uncomfortable, but I notice your reactions when they speak about something that you like.âÂ
Oh. Heart on your sleeve, your biggest flaw.Â
âLike that one time Woo was going on and on about marking and you couldn't stop fidgeting on your seatâŠâ his nose traces your jaw softly before his teeth take the skin underneath it and you gasp just enough to prove him right âOr that time Yunho said he hated teasing because he's an impatient little shitâ he chuckles, his index finding the spot next to your mound and going down slowly until his knuckle graces the crevice where your leg and your hip connect âand you defended it until we had to stop you guys from yelling each other over itâŠâÂ
Your breath shakes and your eyes close at the sensation âMingiâŠâÂ
âAm I wrong?âÂ
You shake your head no and you can all but hear him smile when he speaks again.Â
âOf course I'm not.âÂ
You open your eyes and expect him to look at you the way he does when you're unable to defend yourself against his quips, but he's not. His eyes are following his own actions and his bottom lip is pulled by his teeth when he takes the fabric of your sweatpants and pulls it up, enough to give you some friction where you need it the most.Â
âCan I take this off?âÂ
âFuck, y-yes.âÂ
Joining your shirt on the ground, you're left only in your underwear while Mingi is fully clothed and it bothers you out of nowhere.Â
âYou're so wet alreadyâŠâ he observes and you blush, puffing some air and covering your eyes with you hand. He just laughs âThat's a good thing, it means that I'm doing okay.âÂ
He's doing more than okay. Damn all the experience he has and the way he reads you so well.Â
But his sweet tone gives you some clarity and you support your weight on your hand to fix your position on the bed.Â
âAlright, let's⊠resume the lesson before my parents get home.âÂ
âThey probably won't for now. The company dinners last until like⊠two in the morning, usually, right?âÂ
âThat's when they decide to go out for drinks.âÂ
âYour mom always wants to go out for drinks.âÂ
âLet's not talk about my mom right now!â you beg and he laughs again, making you chuckle alongside him and you're glad he's talking all of this -the kissing, the teasing, the sweet-talk and the wet patch on your underwear- so well.Â
The awkwardness from before dissipated the moment he got on his knees in front of you and all that followed was this lovely tension you're dying to keep between the two of you forever even though you shouldn't.Â
âShow me, love,â he pleads and you sigh, his mouth finding your cheek for a quick second, encouraging you âAnd then you can show me how to make you feel good, too.âÂ
You stare at him for a few seconds âDamn, you're good,â he shakes his head and you smile, getting rid of your underwear and pushing the quick moment of embarrassment being bare with him in the room gives you âRemember that this is what works for me, okay?âÂ
He nods and then props himself up so he can see it better.Â
You take a second before your fingers dive into your wet folds and, when you do, you gasp at the feeling.Â
You've never been more wet just for kissing and teasing before. What the fuck.Â
You do what you usually do when you're alone for a while and try to contain yourself from moaning because Mingi's eyes keep moving from your fingers to your face. Then, you remember you should be talking him through it, as well.Â
âYou see how I'm building it up?â you start, chest heaving and he hums as his reply âI'm not trying to make myself come but I'm kinda just⊠edging myself a little bit.âÂ
âEdging,â he repeats and then hisses when he sees your thumb pressing into your clit just how you like it, making you sigh heavily âI know all about that, that's good.âÂ
âY-you do?âÂ
âYou'll be surprised,â he smiles, proud of himself.Â
âOkay,â you continue, taking a deep breath âThen you know about prepping, too,â he nods âSo, a finger firstâŠâ you say, swallowing hard when your index makes its way into your cavity without much effort.Â
Dragging back and forth for a minute or so, you're incapable of containing yourself any longer. Air leaves your mouth in pants and your eyes close when you drag the pad of your finger upwards, locating your g-spot with ease because you're used to it.
âAnd then, two fingers.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âLook at the position of my hand. I read that these two fingers work the best because they're longer than the rest, althoughâŠâ you look at Mingi's hand over your belly. You didn't even noticed before this that he was touching you, but he is and his thumb is tracing a pattern that both relaxes you and sends shivers down your spine âI'm sure that it won't be a problem for you, huh?âÂ
He sends a cocky smirk your way and you would've smacked him if you weren't so⊠preoccupied.Â
Pressing your precious spot and then dragging back and forward, you stop the movements altogether. It felt too good, way more than good and it's a different sensation of what you're used to.Â
And it's all because of him.Â
You look at his side profile, his eager eyes commiting to memory what you're doing to yourself, probably taking mental notes now that his notebook is long forgotten over at your desk andâŠÂ
He deserves this. He deserves to be the one to have this, just tonight.Â
You hate to leave what feels like it's about to be your best orgasm in the hands of someone who's just learning, yet alone a man.
But Mingi is not just any man.Â
âMingi,â you call and his curious eyes leave your heat a second later âyour turn.âÂ
âDid you⊠Did it happen? I didn't see anythiââÂ
âNo,â you interrupt him, your fingers leaving you and you turn to him, your clean hand finding his face âshow me what you learned.âÂ
His mouth parts, but you have a newfound confidence and a glint in your eyes that is new, so nothing comes out.Â
âProve that bitch wrong.âÂ
That seems to do it.Â
His eyes go from being confused to spark with determination and want and electricity runs through you again because he seems so relieved he gets to touch you sooner than expected.Â
Shyness and nervousness buried six feet under, you both smile to each other before you feel him.Â
His fingers gathering your wetness, his thumb finding your clit with ease and expertise.Â
âWettest pussy I've ever touched.â You can tell he's a little lost in the heat of the moment but it's okay. So are you.Â
Fuck.Â
It's been way too long since someone else touched you this way, so you all but melt at the circles he draws on your clit. He paid close attention before, because he's touching you just the way you like it.Â
âThat feels so goodâŠâÂ
âYeah?â he asks, dark eyes finding yours before a particular stroke forces you to close them. And then he gathers enough slick to insert his ring finger inside and you can't help the moan that slips past your lips.Â
You lift your hand to cover your mouth, but Mingi clicks his tongue in feign disappointment âI want to hear if I'm making you feel good, love. Don't hold back on me just because this is unconventional.âÂ
The worries die altogether with that.Â
And now that you have free reign to stop containing yourself, you don't know how to stop.Â
It's not long before his index joins his other finger but he doesn't go for it right away. He fucks you slowly, allowing you to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of his way longer, way thicker digits until they slide in and out with little effort.Â
His pace picks up after what feels like ages and your hand fists his shirt for the second time tonight, nodding and moaning in encouragement.Â
âDeeper,â you instruct âcurl them upwards and go deeper, you'll feel it then.âÂ
He obeys immediately, his chest heaving and his mouth parting in delight when he finds it. The pad of his finger presses down on it tentatively and your grasp on his shirt hardens.
âIs that it?â you nod and he does it again, which earns another moan âWhat do I do now?âÂ
Before you completely get lost in the feeling, you decide to drop the step by step bullshit aside and give him the full instruction in hopes that he'll remember it all without fucking up: âWhat works for me is pressing⊠Fuck, yeah, just like that a-and thenâŠâ you take deep breath âJust a little harder⊠Yeah, then rub it in a circular motion while maintaining that same pressure⊠Fuck, Mingi!âÂ
He's a little too good at following instructions, because he touches you like he's been doing this forever and soon you feel the familiar swell, the usual buildup of it all and he's taking you over the age like it's nothing.Â
You forget how to speak, you forget how to tell him what he needs to do next and so, when you finally explode, you take his wrist and place his two fingers over your clit.Â
When you move them side by side, he lets out a fascinated giggle but knows exactly what to do.Â
A second later, your release is coating your thighs and the towels underneath you and you don't register anything else because your ears are ringing.Â
Did you lose consciousness for a second? It feels like you did.Â
That was the best fucking orgasm you've ever felt in your entire life.Â
And when you come back down, you only register the sound of your breathing and plump lips kissing your face, his fingers stopping their pace once he realizes you're done with it.Â
Opening your eyes, you stare at your popcorn ceiling for a second. Then, you look at Mingi who's already staring at you with a what the fuck just happened expression.Â
It makes you laugh. Softly at the beginning, post-orgasm bliss takes over but then Mingi laughs too and your whole chest swells with inexplicable pride.Â
You don't think twice before kissing him again. When you realize you did it, you pull back and blink at him like he didn't make you see stars three seconds ago.Â
âThat wasâŠâ his eyes do the thing he usually does. You never notice it until now, but he scans your face so frequently you've grown used to it, but now⊠It feels different. His teeth nip his bottom lip and he shakes his head before speaking âCome here, love.âÂ
And then he's kissing you again, slow, intimate, beyond the stupid lesson you just taught him.Â
But you don't mind it one bit.Â
You sit up, getting on your knees on the bed and basically forcing him to do the same. Ignoring the gross sensation of the wet towel underneath you, you pull him further into you until his chest presses against yours, until his hands roam your body and settle on your waist, securing the embrace.Â
This time, when you pull away, there's this whole unspoken new thing between you.Â
âThat wasâŠ?â you press, smiling a bit, pulling both you and him back to reality.Â
Right now, with you half naked and his hard-on pressing on your belly, it's not the time to discuss your feelings.Â
âPossibly the coolest thing I've seen,â he starts, giggling when you roll your eyes âand the hottest thing I've seen, too,â you shrug, dismissing his stare because it's making you feel hot all over your body, again âand I'm really, really grateful you said yes, love.âÂ
The soft tone he uses to say the last bit relaxes you and you nod, deciding it's not the time to tell him you never even came like that on your own.Â
Instead, you decide to grasp this intimate moment and extend it as much as you can. You can see Mingi is not expecting it when you reach his sweatpants and let your shaky thumb trace the outline of his cock.Â
Closing his eyes, he lets out a pleased sigh before he grabs you by the back of your neck and rests his forehead against yours.Â
âThis is supposed to be purely educational, Y/NâÂ
âIs that what you want it to be?â you softly ask, pulling your hand away but then his hips buck and chase after your touch, making you smile despite the emotions swelling in your chest âLet me help you⊠PleaseâŠâÂ
âFuck, don't beg me, love.âÂ
âDon't make me beg, then.âÂ
What the fuck are you even doing?Â
âY/N, Iââ he stops suddenly and you're too lost in the moment to notice why.Â
But then the sound of keys and a door closing downstairs scares the fuck out of you and you push Mingi away without thinking it through.Â
He lands with a thud on your bedroom floor, next to your discarded clothes.Â
âWhat the fuck, Y/N?â he whispers-shouts, both shocked and offended, but you're getting off your bed and picking up your clothes and the soaked towels so you don't really care about his feelings right now.Â
âBathroom. Now.âÂ
You're so blessed for having your bedroom right next to the upstairs bathroom. And so blessed that it is your bathroom and you don't have to share it. Youâll get on your knees and thank your gods afterwards, but right now you can only think one thing.
Don't get caught.Â
Lord knows you'll never hear the end of it if Mingi walks out of here with a hard-on. Your dad will kill him, your mom will cheer because she loves the idea of you and Mingi together and you'll probably pack your bags and move away if it happens.Â
When you lock the door behind you and make a quick show of putting your underwear and pants back on, you hear Mingi chuckle.Â
âWe can always tell them we're having a sleepover, Y/N, you didn't have to karate kick me off the damn bed!âÂ
âHush!â But he just keeps giggling at your very obvious flustered state.
You're about to rip him a new one when he takes two strides, backs you against the bathroom sink, and catches your lips in a quick, sweet kiss and all your worries dissolve just like that.Â
âGuess they didn't go for drinks after all..âÂ
âYou think?â cocking your head to side, the smile on your lips can't be fought at this point.Â
He returns it and leans in for another kiss, longer this time and you sigh against his mouth before pulling away because you really, really shouldn't be doing this right now.Â
You hear your mother calling your name and then footsteps up the stairs. A murmured she must be sleeping and a hum from your father before they pass the bathroom door. You truly only relax when you hear their door closing at the end of the hallway.Â
âOkay, we're safe now.âÂ
âWhen were we ever not safe?âÂ
âWhen I was half naked on my bed, Mingi!âÂ
He shakes his head with a smile and takes a step back.Â
You clear your throat.Â
âI really did want to help you out butââÂ
âRaincheck?â he asks and at you hesitation to say yes, he continues âIf you want to. If you don't, it's okay. We⊠We'll figure it out, okay?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
He smiles again âGood, uhâŠâÂ
Mingi seems unsure on what to do next. Feeling the same, you decide the best thing to do is to get him out of here.Â
Opening the bathroom door, you carefully peek into the hallway, taking his hand in yours and beckoning him to follow you down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.Â
âShit, your shoesâŠâ you whisper.Â
âI don't think they noticed if they didn't barge into the bedroom to check on us like they usually do, love.â He returns, in the same tone.Â
That does nothing to ease your mind, but he makes sure to put them on quickly and then grabs your shoulders, shaking you in a teasing manner.Â
âQuit worrying, Y/N. I can feel you thinking.âÂ
Of course he does. There's no one, in this world, that knows you better than him.Â
It makes your heart flutter and it shouldn't. But you're getting on your tippy toes and stealing a parting kiss before you think about it too much.Â
It's irresponsible for you to do so, but Mingi grabs your waist and extends the duration of the kiss and suddenly you don't give a fuck about your parents or anyone else finding out about this⊠shift in your dynamic.Â
âSee you tomorrow?â he asks against your lips and you nod.Â
âSee you tomorrow.âÂ
And with that, he leaves.Â
You lock the door and practically run to your room after.Â
What the fuck have you done?
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Hey Iâm just begging for a fic of Logan with a shy reader that she has a crush on him but thinks heâs never going to fix on her since Jean exists (maybe the reader can make her hair color change depending on the emotion or something
a/n: sorry I havenât been responding to asks. The new job has officially killed my spirit. But I got to work out finally and do some yoga so hopefully Iâll start feeling more motivated đ€đ€this one will be shorter
Logan Howlett x X-men!reader (Chameleon)
âChameleon!â You jump, shoulders flying up to your ears. Almost immediately you can feel the tips of your fingers tingling. Sure enough, when you look down theyâre already disappearing. Sighing, you turn around and glare at Scott.Â
âWhat have I told you about scaring me?âÂ
He grimaces, raising his hands in surrender. âSorry, I forgot.â
You roll your eyes and turn back toward your project. âEvery time,â you mutter bitterly. Youâre not an idiot. You know he thinks scaring you is funny. The whole school does. They all like to see you yelp and blend in with the nearest surface, the only thing visible is your stupid hair.Â
âYouâre, um, turning red.â Scott points to your head and you donât have to look to know your hair is shifting colors.
You reach over and swat harshly at his arm, âBecause you pissed me off! I know you scare me on purpose,â you accuse, jabbing your finger into his chest. He laughs and stumbles away from you.Â
âAlright, alright, calm down. I was just messing around a little. Look,â he glances down at the lesson plans before you and sighs. âAll this will have to wait. Charles needs us all for a mission.â
You huff and shove the papers into your desk drawer. âAlright, lead the way.â You feel Scottâs eyes still lingering on your hair and glare at him. âMove it, Summers,â you demand.Â
You were already in a bad mood, you didnât need him making it worse. It honestly shouldnât be such a big deal for you. You get scared by everyone all the time. You used to enjoy it, enjoyed the way it felt like you all had your own joke. But, eventually, it started to feel less like an inside joke and more like youâre the unwitting butt of one.Â
Some mutants get amazing powers, like Jean or Charles. Loganâs abilities are incredible, even if he doesnât believe you when you tell him that. But yours, well, you're better suited as the cheap gimmick of a childrenâs birthday party than an X-Men. Youâre just a walking mood ring that blends in with her environment.Â
The only thing youâre good for is reconnaissance missions and embarrassing yourself. You donât know what Charles sees in you. Youâve never understood why he insists youâre such a good asset to the team. Yes, you are good at spying on people, but you donât need to when Charles has such strong telepathic abilities. Youâre essentially useless in a fight due to a lack of regenerative or strength abilities.Â
More often than not you feel like a child playing dress up, chasing after the big kids. You know the others donât mean anything bad by it when they tease you into going invisible or laugh when your hair changes. Itâs all in good fun. But it doesnât make you feel any less like easy entertainment rather than a teammate.Â
It doesnât help that youâve got little to no control over your abilities when it comes to Logan. Youâve never had such a horrifically bad crush like this. Anytime he opens his mouth around you, you're fighting off the urge to just go invisible and run away. You feel like you go feral around him. You donât know how he hasnât caught onto what the colors of your hair mean when youâre near him.Â
Itâs constantly switching between some odd mix of red and pink when you talk. Which, you know what it means, but youâre praying no one else does. Red can mean angry, depending on whether youâre talking to Scott or not. You know, though, that with Logan it just means you want to jump his bones and youâre hopelessly in love with him.Â
Thankfully, like the others, he associates red with anger. Which isnât great for you because that just means he thinks every time he opens his mouth youâre pissed off. At yourself, maybe, but at him, never. It just means when he wears those stupid tanktops you want to dig your teeth into his biceps and never let go.Â
Scott opens the door to the meeting room and you slide in past him. Charles gives you a brief smile as a greeting. You take the chair at the end of the table, which just happens to be next to Logan - completely coincidental. He gives you a tense smile and you return it stiffly. You tug your hood over your hair, praying he doesnât notice the red in your strands yet. You donât want him to think you hate him. You completely prefer that over him knowing how feral you are for him, but itâs not conducive to your slow plan to finally get him to acknowledge you as a sexual partner.Â
You swear, if your name isnât Jean Grey, you might as well just be a shapeless blob of nothing. He glances over at her, that smoldering look in his eyes, and you try not to throw up in your mouth. Scott wraps an arm around Jeanâs shoulders and they break their lingering stares.Â
Logan glances over at you and catches the glare on your face before you can get rid of it. He huffs and turns towards Charles. With a sigh, you sink back into your chair and focus on not just going invisible.Â
âChameleon,â Charles says your name and your eyes widen. You wonder how much youâve missed while youâve been glaring at the back of Jeanâs head. âDoes that sound alright with you?â
You look around the table for help but theyâre all staring expectantly at you. âSure,â you stumble over the word, racking your brain for any answers. It seems not even your subconscious was paying attention to Charles droning on. âSounds great.â He gives you a satisfied nod.Â
âGood. Off to the jet, all of you.â he rolls out of the room and you wait until heâs out of earshot to kick Logan under the table.Â
He glances back at you, smirking. âDonât know what you agreed to?â
You purse your lips and shake your head. âNope,â he gives you a look like he knew youâd say that. You hate how well he can read you when it feels like youâre constantly hitting walls trying to understand him.Â
âYouâre scoping a place out for us. Making sure itâs safe so we can retrieve some information.â You give him a thankful look and he chuckles. âYou need to start paying attention, kid.â
You groan and get up from your chair, brushing past him. âI told you to quit calling me that.â It makes you feel like thatâs all heâll ever see you as, some kid invited onto the team. You want him to see you as someone he could have sex with, hopefully, love one day.Â
He glances past you at Jean. She smiles at him and you fight everything inside you to not roll your eyes and gag at them. Sheâs holding onto Scott and making fuck me eyes at Logan, which heâs happily returning. This is just too disgusting for you.Â
You shove past him and ignore how he calls out your name. Your real name. Heâs the only one that uses it. For some reason, most people just refer to you by Chameleon. You donât understand why. They just donât seem to think of you outside your abilities as a mutant.Â
You make it to the jet before the others, taking the private time to change into your X-Men suit. If thereâs one useful thing about your ability, itâs that it affects whateverâs touching you. Which means, you donât have to strip naked to go completely invisible. And if anyone is around you, all you have to do is hold onto them and theyâll blend in too.Â
Youâre tugging up the zipper of your top as Logan walks in. He gives you an odd look, sitting on the bench in front of you. âAngry about something?â He asks, gaze darting up to your head.Â
You drag your fingers over the ends of your hair and sigh. âNo,â you tell him bluntly, taking the seat beside him.Â
His brows furrow in confusion. âItâs red, though,â he points out, his tone colored in suspicion.Â
You laugh a little, âRed doesnât always mean angry.â Itâs the most youâve ever confided about your hair colors to him. The largest hint youâve ever given him that you donât hate him. Youâre worried if he knew how you really felt about him, heâd think you were a little creep.Â
He slides his arm behind you on the bench, leaning in until youâre practically sharing the same air. You know your eyes are comically large, you donât even want to know what color your hair is turning right now. âWhat else does it mean, kid?â He whispers and you donât even pay attention to the nickname. All you can see and hear right now is him. How close he is, how close your lips are.Â
You could lean forward an inch or two and youâd be kissing. âUm,â you swallow harshly around the lump in your throat. You donât even know what he asked you, all you can think about now is kissing him.Â
âLogan!â Ororoâs voice echoes through the jet and you leap away from him, trying to calm your racing heart. Logan sighs and leans back in his seat, giving Storm a tense smile. She glances at you and laughs, âSheâs nearly see-through, what are you doing to her?â
You frown and look down at your hands. Sure enough, youâre going translucent. You let out a silent groan, and tuck your knees into your chest. You take a few deep breaths until youâre one solid form again. Itâs so embarrassing when that happens, when you lose control over yourself like that.Â
But itâs even worse when Logan does it to you. He gives you hope, stupid, hateful hope, for one minute that he might feel something deeper. Only for it to be another joke. Youâre a walking mood ring, nothing more than a quick laugh to all of them.Â
Jean walks up the ramp, her gaze going to Logan first before drifting towards you. âAre you alright?â She mutters, trying not to let the others hear. Of course, Logan can, with his stupid enhanced abilities. âYouâre turning blue,â she points out and you roll your eyes.Â
You can feel Loganâs stare burning holes into the side of your head and it only makes you feel worse. You hate being a joke, but you also hate showing them just how much it affects you. You donât want to seem like a crybaby that canât handle a little teasing. But youâd thought coming to Charlesâ school meant people would stop poking fun at you. It feels like being dragged right back into high school.Â
âIâm fine,â you tell her. She doesnât look like she believes you but she takes a seat anyway. Of course, placing herself right next to Logan, even though her fiancee is a few feet away from her, looking just as hurt as you. They lean into each other and whisper. Theyâre not even trying to hide it anymore. You let your glare bore into the floor, ignoring how much seeing them together hurts.Â
The mission had gone well, Logan had been hoping to go to the bar and grab a drink with you. But the second his back is towards you, youâre running off the jet. Logan calls out your name, trying to catch up. You glance back at him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He smiles at you and your eyes widen. You go invisible and Logan glances around, baffled.Â
He calls out your name again but the door ahead of him opens and closes quickly. He can only assume youâve run away again. You always run away from him. Youâre always pissed off at him. He doesnât know what Jeanâs talking about when she says you like him.Â
Loganâs never met anyone more repulsed by him.Â
âWould you just trust me?â Jean tells him lowly, creeping up behind him.Â
His face falls and he turns to her, glaring at her knowing smirk. âShe just fuckinâ ran away from me. Pretty sure thatâs about as good a hint as Iâm gonna get, Jean.â
She glances over her shoulder, waving Scott away and looping her arm through Loganâs. âYouâre an idiot, Howlett.â He scoffs and she swats at his shoulder. âTrust me, I can read minds, remember?â
Of course, he knows sheâs got some pretty decent telepathic abilities. But he didnât think she would so brazenly breach your boundaries. Thereâs an unspoken rule that the mind readers of the school donât delve into your brain without permission.Â
She sees the look on his face and sighs. âI didnât read her mind. She got drunk a little while ago and told me about her raging crush on you,â she laughs a little at your expense and Logan lets out a short chuckle. You can be a pretty sloppy drunk if they let you go too far. He figures it was one of those girlâs nights he wants nothing to do with. Youâd probably let the tight reigns you keep on yourself slip for once.Â
âShe goes red every time she sees me. I donât know what else that could mean other than she hates me.â Logan isnât surprised that youâre not taken with him like he is with you. Heâs used to the rejection, but it hurts just a bit more coming from you. Youâre so welcoming to the others.Â
You embrace every new member of the school with open arms. Yet, with him, you get angry whenever you see him. You see through his walls, see the rot lurking underneath them. And, rightfully, want nothing to do with him. He understands your reasoning.Â
Most days he barely wants anything to do with himself. Heâs made a lot of bad choices in his life, half of which he canât remember. But heâd hoped, for one minute, that you might give him a second chance. As much as Jean insists otherwise, he can see the truth of how you feel about him every time you run away.Â
âRed doesnât always mean anger,â Jean tells him elusively. Itâs the same thing youâd said to him on the jet. It makes his brows furrow in confusion and he glares at her.Â
âWhat else could it mean?â He demands sharply, sick of her teasing him with the possibility you might feel the same way.Â
She bites her lip, looking suddenly sheepish. âI canât say-â
âJean,â Logan snaps. He stops her from walking any further, keeping her planted in one spot with him. âTell me,â heâs sick of the games youâre both playing with him. He just wants some straight fucking answers. How hard is that?
She sighs and looks away from him. âI promised her I wouldnât tell.â
âAnd Iâm sure you promised you also wouldnât tell me how she feels about me,â he points out. Thereâs a sharp tone to his voice, itâs rude but he canât bother feeling guilty about it.Â
She canât meet his eye, a smirk fighting at the corner of her lips. He waits impatiently for her answer, irritation broiling quickly in his gut. Heâs about to snap at her again when she finally meets his eyes.Â
She speaks through a laugh, like what sheâs about to say is so ridiculous she canât hold it in. âShe wants,â she cuts herself off with another laugh and Logan groans in frustration. He begins to walk away from her when she yells, âShe wants to fuck you!â At his back.Â
His eyes widen in surprise before he turns back to her with a displeased look. âAre you fuckinâ with me?â He demands, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously.Â
She shakes her head and brushes past him. âYou didnât hear it from me,â she warns, tone grave as she leaves the room.Â
Logan is left standing in the same spot, stunned at the revelation. Heâs not sure how much of that he believes. But he doesnât understand why Jean would possibly lie to him about this. She gains nothing by setting him up for failure. As much as he doubts the honesty behind her words, heâs got no other choice but to trust them.Â
He heads to the most likely place youâre hiding out. Charles has a private library thatâs blocked off from the kids. There are too many first editions in there, he canât risk any of them accidentally blowing them up. You like to head there when youâre trying to avoid people.Â
He tries to stay quiet as he walks in, not wanting you to run off again. Itâs hard to confront someone who goes invisible whenever she feels like it. He sees light blue hair draped over the back of an armchair. He feels like a creep as he stalks towards you, sneaking and pouncing on you so you canât run away.Â
He canât imagine how Jean ever thought him approaching you would be a good idea. He whispers your name, trying not to startle you. It doesnât take a genius to see how much you hate when the others scare you. They might not mean anything bad by it, but they have to be blind not to see how much it pisses you off.Â
You still jump, glancing up at him with a surprised look. He looks to your hair for any tells of how you feel. Some pink weaves its way through the stands but it otherwise stays relatively blue. His brows furrow in confusion, he canât tell if itâs a good or bad sign that thereâs no red.Â
âHow are ya, kid? Ran off pretty quick earlier.âÂ
âDonât call me that,â you mutter, giving him a brief glare before staring absently down at the book in your hands. Logan kneels beside your armchair, covering the pages with his hand. You huff, giving him an expectant look. âYes, Logan?â You demand, tone short.
Logan tilts his head, examining you and your body language. You seem relatively closed off, irritated at him or something else. He doesnât know what to say. Heâs never been good with words or trying to express how he feels. Heâs more comfortable showing how much he cares for those around him.Â
Throwing caution to the wind, he lets his hand drift to your wrist and tugs you forward. Your eyes widen as he drags you toward him. The kiss is short, he doesnât want to push you too much. But it takes everything in him to stop himself from deepening it. All he wants is to pull you into his arms and devour you.Â
He holds back, parting from you with a low exhale. Your eyes flutter open and he grins when he sees the bright red your hair has turned. âWhat,â you sputter and stumble over your words. You shove him back and leap to your feet. âWhat the hell was that?â You demand, voice higher than heâs ever heard of it. âWhat was that?â You ask him shrilly, again.Â
You almost seem to be stuck in a loop, blinking rapidly and asking the same thing. Logan chuckles and gets to his feet, he gives you a knowing look and you narrow your eyes at him in disbelief.Â
âJean told me.â
Your brows furrow and you shake your head. Realization dawns on your face and you gasp, looking up at him with something like horror on your expression. âNo,â you tell him lowly. âShe didnât,â it almost sounds like youâre begging him to tell you otherwise.Â
He laughs again and your face falls. You start going clear, he can see the bookshelf through your stomach and he sighs. He grabs your hand, holding onto you before you can run again. You donât even seem to be aware that youâre slowly disappearing from view.Â
âSheâs, uh,â he struggles to figure out what to say to make you feel better. âSheâs been coaching me,â he admits shamefully. âTrying to help me talk to you.â
You glance up at him but he can barely see your expression. The only thing reassuring him youâre here is his grip on you and your voice. âWhat? But I thought that-â You cut yourself off quickly and Logan glares down at where he thinks your face is.Â
âThought what?â
You take a long pause and exhale deeply. âI thought,â you mutter, âyou liked her.â
âSheâs with Scott,â he points out bluntly. He can practically hear you roll your eyes, even if he canât see it.Â
âYeah, I know. But you guys are always whispering to each other and making googly eyes.â
âGoogly eyes?â He interrupts, disgust clear in his tone.Â
âI was wrong,â you continue, ignoring him. âI see that now, but I thought you didnât care about me.â
Logan huffs, he hates that you thought that. He should have just been open with you from the start. Heâs faced rejection his whole life, he shouldnât have been so petrified of it just because it could come from you. If heâd just manned up and told you earlier, it would have saved you both a lot of time and hurt.Â
âKid,â he hopes heâs making eye contact with you and not just staring at some random book. Itâs really hard to tell when you go invisible like this. âYouâre the only person I care about in here.â
Youâre quiet for a long while and he worries youâve somehow slipped away without him realizing. But, ever so slowly, you start coming back into view. Logan awkwardly averts his eyes from your breasts, heâd been hoping he was making eye contact with you, clearly, he was wrong.Â
âYou mean that?â You ask, and he hates the trepidation in your voice. Heâs never been good with words, he doesnât know how to tell you how much you mean to him. But he can show you.Â
His hand drifts up your arm, wrapping around the back of your neck and tugging you towards him. You trip over your feet, hands landing on his chest to stabilize yourself. He leans down, hovering over your lips for a moment. He waits until your eyes drift shut and your lips purse impatiently before he finally kisses you again.Â
He doesnât hold himself back this time. He pours every racing thought heâs ever had about you, every one of his wanted-to-tell-you-how-he-feels-and-hasnât moments into the kiss. Your hands slowly curl up into his shirt, wrinkling it and tugging him further into you.Â
To his surprise, you deepen the kiss, mouth moving over his like you want to devour him whole. Heâs sure if he opened his eyes your hair would be a bright roaring red. He smirks against your lips, happy that, for once, he actually listened to Jean. If it gets him results like this, he might have to do it more often.Â
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my campaign hiatus has gone on for too long so to cope ive combined my interests at their maximum potency and had some dnd-strawhats thoughts
thoughts in depth under read more... :)!
this is SO self indulgent. their designs literally did not change. but i am a firm believer that dnd doesnt have to be european high fantasy. and also one piece literally IS fantasy. no changes are necessary to fit into dnd. ive already imagined plenty of campaign/oneshot ideas inspired by one piece. so this was basically just an exercise of trying to replicate their canon abilities in dnd 5e as much as possible without totally homebrewing everything. well. aside from luffy. you just cant take away or change his stretching.
LUFFY: (human monk. drunken master subclass. outlander)
the only plain human of the crew to balance out with the fact that he still has rubber powers. obviously a monk. but drunken master subclass specifically because i think the flavor(not the fact that its about being a drunkard) and abilities both fit him really well. this line in the subclass' flavortext especially fits him: "A drunken master often enjoys playing the fool to bring gladness to the despondent or to demonstrate humility to the arrogant, but when battle is joined, the drunken master can be a maddening, masterful foe."
ZORO: (tiefling fighter. samurai subclass. bounty hunter)
a fighter with the samurai subclass is so very incredibly obvious... but i actually had a lot of fun geeking out while comparing the abilities to what he can do in canon; Fighting Spirit, Rapid Strike, and Strength Before Death especially! tiefling is also pretty on the nose for his demon pirate hunter shtick and asura form, but i thought he'd be really human-passing for a tiefling and theorized about his tail getting cut off at some point or another before joining the strawhats. initially wasnt gonna give him a feat, but i gave sanji a feat so i thought itd be unfair to not give him one as well, so sentinel fits the bill pretty well i think!
NAMI: (tabaxi rogue. arcane trickster subclass. criminal)
cat burglar -> full grown literal humanoid cat. this one is INCREDIBLY self indulgent... i love... cats... theres nothing deeper to this and no other reasoning. i took cat burglar and ran with it. can you tell that i love izutsumi dungeon meshi? rogue for the aforementioned burglar-ing as well, and the arcane trickster subclass for when she picks up climatact! the mage hand will be very useful for her pickpocketing. in the future as she levels up with timeskip, i can totally see her multiclassing into wizard as well! weather wizard!
USOPP: (lightfoot halfling artificer. artillerist subclass. urchin)
I HAD SO MUCH FUN THINKING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER SHEET. halfling's Naturally Stealthy ability lets him hide behind his crewmates since theyre (almost) all bigger than him, so its perfect for hiding behind zoro or sanji all the time. Lucky is also perfect for him, and I think Brave fits pretty well too when he puts on the sogeking mask. artillerist artificer is also very fun! tinkering and making magic items for his crew, and i think Eldritch Canon or Arcane Firearm could both be easily reflavored as kabuto or any of his inventions. for emphasizing his sniper-ness, the spell sniper feat was also necessary. i think hes my favorite of all the concepts. big ears and long nose combo is so cute to me.
SANJI: (half-elf monk. drunken master subclass. guild artisan (cook!))
race was mostly based on vibes i wont lie. squints. and that vinsmoke balogna or whatever too ig. but mostly vibes. along with the idea that i think a dwarf zeff raising him would be really funny and cute. monk is also obvious, and same subclass as luffy for mostly the same reasons. though the flavor fits him much less, i think the abilities still fit him perfectly, and this blurb specifically; "Your martial arts technique mixes combat training with the precision of a dancer." i really wanted to give him a different subclass from luffy, but i dislike all the other monk subclasses a lot and i found none of them fit him as well anyways, so to try and give them SOME differences, i gave him the crusher feat.
CHOPPER: (awakened deer(shifter statblock) cleric. life subclass. hermit)
this ones definitely a mouthful im sorry. awakened deer for obvious reasons, but due to magic instead of devil fruit stuff. when i was struggling with his race, i looked a lot at shifter because of his forms, but it occurred to me that itd be super cool if he could shift between all of the different shifter options instead of being stuck with just one to replicate his rumble balls. something like heavy point/guard point=beasthide, horn point/arm point(?maybe?)=longtooth, walk point/jumping point=swiftstride, and brain point=wildhunt. hed definitely need some kind of nerf though to balance out that homebrew... and cleric for class. duh.
ROBIN: (high elf wizard. order of scribes subclass. criminal)
robin is definitely the one i struggled the most with just because of her class. elf came pretty easily- shes very elegant and i think shed look cute with super long ears- and i landed on high elf instead of wood elf for the int-based abilities. i was really on the fence between sorcerer and wizard for her because i knew shed be a full spellcaster, but i didnt feel that any of the subclasses really fit her. i ended up going with wizard for order of the scribes since it focuses on texts and knowing everything. but also because robin with a flying talking sentient book would be crazy cool. it could also be similar to how she spawns mouths and eyes places to talk to or watch people. my "fuck it, why not. this would be rad. its my house" mindset kicked in with her i will admit. also the One with the Word ability made me cackle out loud when i read it. thats the funniest ability ever. anyways, i cant really think of a way to replicate her powers, but maybe we could just reflavor a bunch of spells to be her limbs or clutch; hold person, maximillian's earthen grasp, or evard's black tentacles. thatd probably work okay, and theres a handful of spells to replicate her ability to spawn eyes or mouths. unrelated, but i imagine nico olvia to be a drow. why? her hair is white. i am a simple man!
#had a full on fixation explosion with this one Dont even look at me im posting this at 4am for a reason.#I HAD FUN THATS ALL THAT MATTERS. I MISS DND SO BAD. CAMPAIGN HIATUS OVER SOON. I MUST LIVE#not really like an au or redesign or whatever but i wanted to draw a lineup anyways to show just. very miniscule differences#i guess. mostly an excuse just to draw a lineup of the strawhats. i fucknig guess#will probably do a part 2 cause i have more thoughts; franky+brook+ace+vivi are on the menu boys#its bothering me so much that usopp and nami are both orange in the read more. but there is no yellow text-fill on tumblr. sad#also just fist fought this post in the drafts for an hour bc i dont understand the character limit#so if i fucked this up im moving to the mountains#wtf... art#one piece fanart#dnd#dnd 5e#mugiwara crew#straw hat pirates#monkey d luffy#luffy#roronoa zoro#zoro#cat burglar nami#nami#usopp#black leg sanji#sanji#tony tony chopper#nico robin
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Ahh, Lucanis. So let me first say, his scenes make total sense and I'm happy with what we got - we all want more from our faves, but they did manage to compact a lot of trauma and resolution in some fairly compact quests. Here's what I think happened that wasn't made explicitly clear though:
Lucanis chooses the pantry to sleep in because he's been imprisoned and tortured for a year, and he's not ready to leave captivity yet, not inside his head. He locks himself in there because it's familiar misery to him, which is easier to deal with than scary freedom.
Lucanis' letter to Rook before he asks Emmrich to bring Zara back for questioning tells us he's suicidal at that point, and probably has been for a while. Spite, however, doesn't see him as a lost cause - he never uses that to take over Lucanis' body entirely. This is so interesting to me, when we know things like that pretty famously happen all the time in Thedas. He's determined to keep Lucanis alive - and he asks for Rook's help in doing so.
We are in the NORTH now BABY! Attitudes towards spirits and demons are different here, especially in Rivain, and it seems with our Rook too, who never expresses any chantry-esque hang ups (that I've seen). Seer Rowan greets Spite as Determination, and that's how he's introduced by Isabela (with some excitement) if you fight in the hall of Valor. What happened to Spite is just as sad as what happened to Lucanis. He was violated, perhaps corrupted, and definitely trapped - and hurts Lucanis sometimes in his frustration. But, I think he likes Lucanis! He's his host's little head gremlin, and I think the relationship they have (that we don't see too much of) is healthier than any of the possessed individuals we've seen before.
Because? Lucanis is not a spiteful person. He wants revenge, yes, and he's angry, but he doesn't hurt everyone around him because he's in pain. One of the first things he does when he becomes part of the team is go shopping for them. And despite how Ilario and Caterina have hurt him - and you can argue all day whether he's right to be like this - he still cares for them.
I think that when we help Lucanis leave the prison inside his head, we are helping Spite to return to his original nature as Determination just a little more. We're determined to help our friend, and you know what? Spite is too. For himself, firstly, because Lucanis's pain is hurting him, but in the end, he's done it for Lucanis too. There's an argument there that Determination didn't get corrupted at all - just hurt, and that Lucanis, with his loving nature, has been keeping him from turning into a mindless demon of pain.
I thought for a long time that when Lucanis breaks away from kissing Rook, it was because Spite said something horrible to him. But actually, I think it was Lucanis himself, remembering how trapped he is. Thinking about the eventuality of killing himself - I strongly suspect that's what he was thinking about before he fell asleep, and that's why Spite was trying to go walkabout - trying to get out from where Lucanis can't. Lucanis got lost in the moment, but of course he doesn't want to drag Rook into that.
Lucanis making dessert for Rook and thinking that's the same as asking them out (but not actually asking them out) is so completely on brand for him I laughed. He has no idea what he's doing. It would have been nice, though, for Rook to reply to one of the companion's 'so you're together?' banters with... 'we are?' Or for Rook to be able to ask him. Unfortunately, we don't get those convos where we can spam ask questions etc like in DA:I - I did wonder if that got cut and we missed some resolution to that.
Lucanis gives no shits about everyone knowing he's Rook's love interest. He's not ashamed of himself or scared he'll hurt them - Rook has helped both him and Spite. And judging by the way Spite's wings come out to embrace Rook as they kiss Lucanis, I suspect that Spite might love them, too.
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divorce scare apology ficđ€đ» yes people, in the spirit of april 1, itâs gojo who is having dreams :)) and i promise you itâs straight up comfort fic~
a part of gojo's love entries
youâve known something is bugging satoru as he hasnât been teasing the heck out of you for these past three days.
and you were proven true when tonight, on your marital bed, he saidâ
âso⊠iâve been thinkingâŠâ he started, seemingly deep in thought, playing with your hair. âoh, more like itâs because of this one bad dreamâŠâ
âwhat are you on about?â you raised an eyebrow. okay, you knew something was up with him, but him being a bit skittish made you a bit worried.
âumm, yeah. so, the other day i had this dream about us in tokyo district courtââ
âdistrict courtâ?â
ââgetting a divorce, yeah.â
your eyes rounded, and satoru could feel himself almost regretting his words seeing your stunned expression, so he added a band-aidâ
âno, it was just a dream! iâm not divorcing you, okay?!â
however, your expression had soured, as you looked down, visibly heartbroken. alarmed, satoru immediately pulled you to his chest.
âoh, oohâ there, there,â he soothed you, stroking your hair. âsweets, no. never. okay? iâm just telling you, just like what you did the other day.â
you had a dream of him cheating on you once, but this was wholly different.
âyouâre the worst,â you accused, and despite yourself, you felt an ache in your chest. âhow could such thought even cross your mindâ that you dream about it?â
âif i can pick my dream⊠iâll pick the memory from our honeymoonâ precisely when i ripped your black and pink lingerie off and made you scream my name, you know that.â
you huffed, burying your face in his chest. âhmph. explain.â
satoru smiled, finding you so incredibly precious. silly wifey.
he proceeded as he pat your back. ânothing really, iâm still bitter too! no way in hell! but then i started thinking⊠what would you do in 0.001% chance of us being divorced?â
you pulled away, growling. ââŠso thereâs still a chanceâ!â
ânoooo! thatâs statistically impossible! arenât we having a late night talk? weâre always talking about imaginary scenarios at night, arenât we?!â
what was the point of this? it was only upsetting you with each second.
âhow could you ask me that?â you glared at him resentfully. âif weâre divorced, thenââ you grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. âwhat about baby? do you not want to see him anymore?â
and in that moment it seemed like he just realized it too as he sheepishly scratched his head, mouth gaping. âahââ
his response caused your hormones to stir, and combined by your disbelief, you spitefully threw his hand away and turned to your side, refusing to face him.
âif you dare to divorce me, iâll move out japan at a momentâs notice,â you spat out, crossing your arms. âi wonât let you see my babyâ and iâll put a restraining order on you too, just so you see.â
âwhoa, waitââ
âor i can also jump from yasohachi bridge and then become a curseâiâll haunt you to your dying days!â
ââ?! you canât do that!â
âoh, i can also remarry! iâll marry ichiji so fast and by the time the baby is born, your kid will have his name instead!â
âichiâ hey! thatâs insulting! i wouldâve forgiven if it was nanami, but ichiji?!â
âshut up! youâreâ youâre annoying!â
in hindsight, this wasnât something you should get this much worked up for. satoru was obviously just being his dense self and you knew it, but somehow the thought of him suddenly not by your side anymore hurt youâ and perhaps your unstable hormones played a part too.
. . . but then his strong arms wrapped around you in that instant, enveloping you in his warm and reassuring embrace from behind. âhey⊠sweets, donât be madâŠâ
ââŠâ
âif you do, baby will also beââ
âyou are making us mad.â
âokay, okay.â satoru sighed, his right palm reaching out to caress your five-month baby bump, and his voice was tinted with slight regret as he replied, âsorryâŠâ
you melted a bit, but still gave him the cold shoulder, showing how cross you were that he brought it up in the first place.
and both of you stayed that way for a while, and you started to get sleepy, until you heard him mutteringâ
âstill⊠whatever you do,â his voice sounded strained, and it made you awake again. âeven when iâm not here⊠you canât get yourself hurt, alright?â
âwhat does that mean?â you finally turned towards him, your eyes shone with slight panic. âwhat do you mean with you not being here?â
ânothing, sweetheart.â satoru grinned, pinching your cheek. âjust sayingâsince iâm away often, donât do anything reckless, you can get hurt.â
âdonât put it as if youâre going to go some place far away.â you didnât know what you were spouting now, but you were tired and just didnât want to pursue this conversation any longer.
you bit your lip, not looking at him. âor⊠iâll get sad.â
seeing you so vulnerable and open like this made satoru realize that as much as he needed you to stay sane, you also needed him. the clarity stirred something within him, causing warmth to rapidly spread in his chest.
and he felt soft. so soft for you. and he adored you, more than anyone else in this wretched world.
âaw, look at my baby girl.â your husband cradled you close to him with a wide grin, patting you soothingly, his heart fluttering. âhow can i leave you be a single mother? iâm here, yeah? always.â
and you believed him. otherwise, you were willing to risk it all just to get him home, by your side.
you smushed your face into his chest, ignoring your burning face. âhmph, being a single mother isnât that bad. i can still drain your wealth.â
âhuh?! wait, you just said youâll be sad without me!â
and you thought, being in his embrace is the most comforting place of all.
epilogue
âby the way, i just realizedâŠâ satoru fixed his frown on you accusingly in the next morning. âhow is your taste in men so bad? why ichiji as your first pick?â
âuh,â you were at a loss of words, totally not expecting this discussion on a brand new morning. âbecause⊠heâs kind? heâs easiest to swayââ
âso youâre saying⊠you can seduce him easily?!â
ââŠsort of? but youâre right, i should go for nanami. heâs way good-looking. or his apprentice⊠whatâs his name again? ino takumaââ
ânanami? ino?! wait a minuteâŠ! y-youâre my wife⊠but youâre also thinking about which man is easier to seduce and which is more attractive?!â
âuhâ youâre the one asking first!â
âstill! so you do think about them! about weaker, lesser men who are not me!â
ânanami is notâ!â
âhoh?! so itâs nanami, huh!?â
âdonât you dare to start anything, gojo satoru,â you hissed. âyou said my taste in men is bad. so that includes you too.â
âwha?!â
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@demonic0angel I blame you(affectionately) for this idea.
Remember the City Spirit Prompt? What if it was a ship and a larger concept.
DCxDP prompt 11 :
Danny becomes Gotham's City Spirit after being taken under Lady Gotham's wing, Danny becomes the city's second spirit, the shadow that always watches, the star that seemed to glow with hope in a crime ridden city such as Gotham.
Danny is living the Double Life as being protected heavily by Lady Gotham because why would she let anyone hurt her little baby, Danny is in college and this can be a ship for any of the bats but today I prefer Dead Tired.
Danny is East End's Cryptid Neighbor, No one really knows why he lives in east end despite having enough money to strive in the much wealthier parts of Gotham, he doesn't get in danger and sometimes it's almost as if the Darkness of the shadows wrap around his protectively like a mother cradling it's infant.
Danny becomes the street's handy man as he can fix almost anything on the spot without charge, he goes to college on a scholarship and the weather seems to become lighter and clearer around him, he has a very light presence that can make even the most violent of thugs soften up in care for the boy.
Tim and Danny happen to meet by coincidence in a coffee shop, they become friends and Red Robin stalksobserves him from afar and they happen to attend the same college and there Tim finds out tidbits of his past, parent's laboratory hazard, Sister somewhere away to college too but they got into a fight so they're not in contact right now, One older brother and one little sister.
Tim is noting all of and everything Danny tells him, like the smitten bastard he is. Danny is still a City Spirit, he knows who the bats are but he doesn't mind, as their relationship progresses Danny at some point is forced to intervene as a physical manifestation of Gotham's City Spirit of Resilience and Hope. Danny's and Tim's relationship becomes much like Ponyo's Mom and Dad type of relationship.
Danny is the Mom, Gorgeously Mesmerizing, a form so majestic and Astral and Tim his lover and he who cares deeply for him. The bats at first will be concerned but they can't stop them from loving each other and Lady Gotham unbeknownst to them, supports this whole thing.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#danny phantom fandom#dp x dc#dcu#dcxdp#dc x dp crossover#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#dead tired ship#dead tired#danny x tim#dcxdp prompt#dpxdc prompts#dpxdc prompt#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc au#dp x dc prompt
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