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chapter 4: the game a bridgerton!au

pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?

warnings ⸺ nsfw, enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, SUGGESTIVE, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly

chapter summary: satoru has some revelations about you. both you and satoru share some quite...happening days at the manor, including an eventful game of pall mall. (4.9k)

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a/n WARNING this chapter is suggestive. like always minors dni. not edited at all bc im sick of this chapter lol (like always i fear). see u at the bottom ;)

Dearest reader,

It has come to the attention of This Author that Miss Itadori, the undeniable diamond of the season, has made her appearance at Gojo Manor a full week ahead of the rest of the ton. Such early arrival can only provoke speculation: might the tender buds of affection be blossoming in the Kentish countryside? Shall we soon witness Miss Itadori departing with more than just fond memories, perhaps even a ring upon her finger? These are the very questions now fluttering through the minds of young ladies and their ever-watchful mamas, who may find their carefully laid plans to ensnare Lord Gojo dashed before the house party has even begun.

⸻ LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS

Gojo leaned back in his chair, fingers absentmindedly drumming on the armrest as he watched you fumble with the library door. The soft fabric of your nightgown slipped off your shoulder, a glimpse of bare skin catching in the dim light⸺something not lost to Gojo’s eyes as he watched your figure disappear angrily. Your face was flushed, eyes wide and uncertain. Despite the flurry of emotions playing across your features, what struck him most was the way your hands trembled as you fought to maintain composure.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. You had come here⸺of all places⸺into his sanctuary, and for what? A part of him couldn’t reconcile the image of you sneaking into the library in the dead of night with the proper, composed lady you portrayed during the day. The whole encounter felt surreal, leaving a knot of confusion coiled tightly in his chest.

His gaze lingered on the empty doorway after you vanished, a strange hollowness settling in his chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the feeling, but it clung to him like the shadows of the room. His fingers tightened around the armrest, knuckles whitening as if he could grasp onto something concrete⸺something that made sense. But all he was left with was the lingering echo of your footsteps in the hallway and the ghost of your flushed face in his mind.

He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. His mind kept returning to the way your nightgown had slipped from your shoulder as you fumbled with the door. The pale fabric had slid down so effortlessly, exposing the curve of your bare skin. It wasn’t scandalous, not really⸺not enough to warrant the way his thoughts kept circling back to it. And yet, he couldn’t shake the image, the unexpected flash of vulnerability. The sight of it stirred something in him, a quiet confusion that unsettled his usual composure.

What was it that made him notice? Gojo’s brow furrowed as he considered it, his fingers absently drumming on the armrest of his chair. He had witnessed plenty of women in far less modest circumstances (most of them courtesy of his friends, who forced him to go to ridiculous events), and yet, this felt different. There was something about the way you had tried to maintain your dignity, the way you had fought to compose yourself even as your face flushed and your nightgown betrayed you. It was... distracting.

The memory of your fearful expression gnawed at him. He had expected haughty arrogance or calculated charm, not genuine fear. You weren’t like the people who usually surrounded him, playing their part in society's grand performance, all vying for his attention. There was an intelligence in your eyes, a spark that made him feel something unsettlingly close to admiration.

He couldn’t make sense of it. Why did it matter that you were different? Why did he find himself enjoying your company, despite the fact that you seemed entirely uninterested in his? He drummed his fingers against the armrest, contemplating the possibility of pursuing you for the rest of the season⸺though he quickly dismissed the thought. You were uncooperative, difficult. A chase after you would be nothing short of exhausting.

And yet...

His attention shifted back to the desk, to the scattered papers you had left behind. Gojo reached for them, his fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the parchment as though handling something fragile. The numbers and diagrams were a mess of scribbled notes, and yet, they held a strange familiarity. His brow furrowed as he traced the lines with his eyes, piecing together the fragmented calculations. Then, like a puzzle falling into place, it clicked.

Venus. Of all things, you had been calculating the size of Venus.

Gojo’s hand froze midair, hovering over the papers. He blinked, his breath catching in his throat. He had assumed⸺no, expected⸺you to be reading some frivolous romance, a book about love and passion, something fitting for a young lady sneaking into a library. But instead, you were working on complex celestial calculations.

He had pegged you for a typical young lady of the ton⸺someone more interested in the latest gossip or the affections of suitors than in the stars. It annoyed him, more than he cared to admit, that he had been wrong.

Gojo set the paper down, his hand resting on the edge of the desk as he leaned back in his chair. The flicker of irritation that sparked in his chest was unfamiliar, unsettling even. It wasn’t just that you had surprised him⸺plenty of people had done that before. No, it was the fact that he had misjudged you so completely. He prided himself on being perceptive, on seeing through people’s masks with ease. Yet here you were, slipping past his assumptions with nothing more than a few scribbled notes and a fleeting presence.

His gaze dropped to the floor, and for the first time in a long while, he felt uncertain. Gojo wasn’t used to feeling this way⸺unsettled, annoyed, and a little too curious for his own good. He tapped the papers lightly, lost in thought. What did it mean that you had gotten under his skin like this? That he found himself wanting to unravel the mystery of you, to see what lay beneath the surface of your carefully constructed facade?

A sigh escaped his lips, low and quiet. His hand finally left the papers, and he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as if it held answers he couldn’t quite grasp. The world around him was filled with people who either fawned over his charms or remained blissfully unaware of his true nature. But you? You saw right through him. You challenged him, unsettled him, made him question things he had never thought to question before.

With a final glance at the empty doorway, Satoru leaned forward again, ready to dive back into his work. But this time, his thoughts weren’t solely on his family’s ledgers. They were on you⸺and the undeniable pull that had started to form between you.

And inevitably, because Satoru is distracted, he lets the lull of sleep sneak up on him, swathing him in its deep, heavy blanket.

No, Satoru hears himself think. You’re not supposed to be here.

You’re sitting on his bed, somehow made it up to his chambers. A part of Satoru comprehends⸺in all his sleep-deprived glory⸺that he is definitely dreaming, but there’s an overwhelmingly stubborn part of him that dominates his entire consciousness, refusing to accept the fact.

You’re leaning on your elbow, resting on your side on the foot of his bed. Part of him wants to believe that you are really here, sheer nightgown that seems to get shorter and shorter⸺slipping up your thighs⸺every time his consciousness paints an image of you. The sheer material drapes over your figure, accentuating the gentle curve of your waist and the fullness of your hips, painting a picture that torments him.

“My lord,” you whisper.

It’s just his title, but your voice carries a sweetness it never holds in reality, dripping with an unfamiliar softness that makes Satoru’s heart lurch. Panic takes root, and he scrambles back, trying to distance himself from the fantasy in front of him. His back slams against the headboard as he fights to resist⸺not just you, but the part of himself that aches to abandon all notions of honor. That part of him that craves to do things to you that are anything but honorable.

Then, he notices your smile. It’s not the polite, practiced smile you show at balls or to suitors vying for your attention. This one is sincere, warm⸺a smile that speaks of affection, the kind you’ve never shown him before.

Like you are in love.

And you are not helping Satoru in his restraint because you position yourself, crawling like a predator, straddling his lap. Satoru is suddenly breathing too fast, his chest tightening with the weight of desire and disbelief.

Your lips are at his ear. Your lips are so soft. “Touch me,” you say, trailing your lips down feather light across his jaw.

Right now, you are in love. With him. You are his, and Satoru desperately does not want to fight it.

He does not want to.

Your hands start trailing down his torso, and now he registers that he is simply wearing a linen shirt and underwear because you are tracing the edge of his underwear, touching his inner thighs, getting so, so impossibly close to⸺

“No,” he rasps, squeezing his eyes shut. “I am a man of honor.”

But that’s a lie. One that Satoru clings to, because admitting the truth would shatter everything he’s built. His identity, his values⸺they all rest on the lie he’s desperately trying to hold onto.

What he really wants is nothing between you and him.

He wants that flimsy nightgown gone, the one that barely covers your thighs and what lies between them. He wants to keep the candlelight burning so he can see every inch of you, learn every detail of your body. He wants to slip off your chemise and explore the softness of your skin, trace the swell of your breasts, the dip of your hips, and taste the sweetness of your lips.

Satoru can’t focus on anything except the fact you are utterly, scandalously close to him, sitting on his lap and staring at him as if you love him.

And his treacherous heart wants to abandon duty, honor, the dukedom, the royal family⸺everything⸺and simply take you. To feel the weight of you pressed against him, wrapped around him.

But just as his hands move to cup your face, you start giggling. “No, you are not.”

Satoru blinks, confused.

You laugh again, light and teasing. “You are no man of honor.”

And suddenly, your laughter echoes in his mind, filling the room with its taunting melody. It etches itself into his thoughts, leaving an indelible mark.

“You are a coward.”

You entered the drawing room to break your fast, Choso by your side, and immediately locked eyes with Gojo, who was already seated at the table with his mother. He quickly looked away, focusing on the toast he was slathering with an ungodly amount of jam.

As you moved to sit at the table with Choso, you couldn't help but study him. Gojo appeared more disheveled than usual, perhaps a bit fatigued, though any sign of vulnerability quickly vanished when your mother spoke.

“Lord Gojo, it is a fine morning, is it not?” she inquired with her usual warmth.

Gojo smiled, leaning back in his chair with his characteristic nonchalance. “Indeed, Lady Itadori, especially as I am blessed with such lovely company as yourself and your daughter.” His eyes flickered toward you, an arrogant glint in them before they shifted back to your mother.

You and Choso exchanged exasperated glances.

Your mother chuckled, clearly charmed. “Oh, my lord, you flatter me. Tell me, what do you favor for breakfast? I am always curious to hear of others' preferences.”

“Clearly, it is toast drowned in enough jam to satisfy an army,” you muttered under your breath, delicately spreading butter onto your own toast.

Gojo’s eyes flashed, and he couldn’t resist a retort. “At least I do not indulge in something as dull as butter.”

You stiffened. “Butter is far superior to such overwhelming sweetness. Jam annihilates the taste of the toast itself, rendering it pointless.”

“And butter,” he shot back, “adds nothing but blandness. It is unremarkable, simple, and tasteless.”

A surge of heat rose to your face, ready to deliver another sharp remark, but before you could respond, Duchess Gojo’s lilting laughter filled the room. “Oh, my dears, what a lively couple you make!” Her tone was teasing, her eyes alight with amusement. “Such spirited conversation at breakfast⸺how delightful!”

Both you and Gojo stiffened, your faces flushing, though whether it was from irritation or something else entirely, you couldn’t say. You hastily turned your attention back to your toast, while Gojo busied himself with his tea.

Duchess Gojo clapped her hands together lightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Since we are all in such a lively mood this morning, I do believe a game of pall-mall is in order once breakfast is through. The garden is in full bloom, and the weather is perfect for it.”

Your mother smiled graciously. “A wonderful idea, Duchess. It has been some time since we last enjoyed a game.”

“Indeed,” the Duchess agreed. “And I daresay a little friendly competition will do us all good. What do you say, Lord Gojo?” She turned to her son with a knowing look. “I trust you are up for the challenge?”

Gojo leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “I never shy away from a challenge, Mother. But do be warned, I have no intention of losing.”

“Confidence is a virtue,” you remarked dryly, reaching for your teacup, “but do not let it cloud your judgment. Pall-mall requires more than mere bravado.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. “Ah, a challenge from you as well. This shall be an interesting morning indeed.”

“Let us hope your skills in the garden match your flair for words, my lord,” you retorted, your tone light (for the sake of preventing your mother a heart attack) but your gaze to Gojo sharp.

Duchess Gojo’s laughter rang out once more, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Oh, this will be most entertaining! Come now, let us finish our breakfast, and then we shall see who emerges victorious on the field.”

You took a sip of your tea, pointedly ignoring the way Gojo’s gaze lingered on you as you did so. The day had barely begun, and already, you felt the familiar tension of being in his presence. But if there was one thing you knew, it was that you wouldn’t back down from a challenge⸺whether at the breakfast table or in the garden.

Duchess Gojo clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Now, we must let our diamond choose first. After all, she is the only lady participating today.”

You smiled warmly at her, a polite nod of appreciation. Gojo, however, frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced between you and the bag of mallets. “Are we not simply setting her up for victory?”

Turning to him with an innocent smile, you crossed your arms. “What’s that, my lord? Are you unable, as a man, to deal with the loss of your chosen mallet? I know some men depend heavily on certain familiars to win.”

Gojo held your gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a dismissive shrug, he looked away. “Choose whatever you want. I will be sure to defeat you regardless.”

Duchess Gojo placed a warm hand on your back, encouraging you forward. “That’s the spirit, my son. Now, Miss Itadori, do choose which one you fancy.”

You approached the bag of mallets, your eyes scanning over the selection. They varied in subtle shapes and sizes, each one seemingly tailored for a different style of play. Your gaze settled on a mallet slightly larger than the others, painted a light blue shade. Its weight and shape seemed particularly advantageous for aim and control—perfect for directing the ball with precision.

As you picked it up, Gojo’s expression darkened, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes. “Of course, she chooses the best one,” he muttered under his breath.

“Well,” Duchess Gojo crossed her arms. “I suppose it’s only fair that you all let the lady go first.” She turned to you, nodding. “I will go join your mother for tea inside, my dear.” Winking, she adds, “Show these boys how real ladies do it.”

As the duchess took her leave, Choso, always the supportive brother, leaned over to you with a small smile. “Excellent choice, sister. Show them how it’s done.”

You gave him a grateful nod and positioned yourself for your turn. With a graceful swing, you sent the ball rolling smoothly across the lawn. Choso clapped in approval, but when you looked up, Gojo and Yuji were both glowering at you from the sidelines.

Gojo’s lips curled into a smirk, clearly not amused by your success. “Beginner’s luck,” he commented dryly. Yuji could only nod in mindless agreement to Gojo, and you graced him with a glower. Traitor.

Now it was Gojo’s turn. He stepped forward with confident ease, positioning himself with the mallet as though he had been doing this his entire life. With a swift, practiced swing, his ball shot forward and struck a target dead center. Yuji’s eyes sparkled with admiration, practically beaming at Gojo’s skill.

Choso and you exchanged petulant glances, unimpressed by Gojo’s display. But Yuji’s excitement only grew, and he couldn’t resist praising his mentor. “Incredible, my lord! You never miss!”

Choso’s turn came next. With a focused look, he lined up his shot and knocked Gojo’s ball right out of position, sending it tumbling off course into a forested area. Gojo let out a forced laugh, masking his irritation as best as he could, and you clapped and let out a small, petty giggle. “Good shot, brother! I fear Lord Gojo will have to travel much distance to retrieve and get it on course.”

You would come to bite your words.

When it was Yuji’s turn, he aimed with all his might and sent your ball flying out of position. You gasped in outrage, turning to him with narrowed eyes. “Oh, you will pay for this.”.

Gojo, on the other hand, gave Yuji a hearty pat on the back, beaming with pride. “Well done, Yuji. Well done.”

It was now your turn, and you stomped your way towards the forested area where you and Gojo’s balls had traveled towards. Soon enough, Gojo was following after you.

The path was shaded by trees, and the coolness of the forest was a welcome relief from the heat of the sun. You could help but give each other glares until you finally broke the silence.

“How dare you bewitch my brother into turning against me?” you accused him, stepping over a stray root.

Gojo rolled his eyes, a playful smirk on his lips. “It appears that Yuji’s blood is indeed not thicker than water,”

“Or maybe⸺just maybe⸺your charm isn’t as infallible as you think.”

Keeping pace beside you, Gojo scoffed. “And yet, here you are, still engaged in conversation with me. I must be doing something right.”

You shoot him an angry sideways glance. “I’m only here because my ball is, unfortunately, in the same direction as yours. Nothing more.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Ah, so it’s mere coincidence that fate keeps pulling us together.”

“More like unfortunate circumstance.”

The two of you continued bickering as you searched for your wayward balls. The back-and-forth banter echoed through the forest, neither of you willing to back down.

Finally, you spotted them⸺your ball and Gojo’s⸺resting precariously on top of a narrow stream of water. You both halted, glancing at each other, and then, without a word, you raced forward.

Gojo reached the water’s edge first, but you weren’t far behind. Neither of you hesitated as you waded into the shallow stream, your focus entirely on retrieving your respective balls. The bottoms of your clothes became soaked in the cool water, but neither of you paid it any mind, too busy grappling to reach your goals first.

Just as you managed to scoop up your ball, your dress snagged on something in the water. You stumbled forward, colliding directly into Gojo, who had just retrieved his own. The sudden impact sent both of you toppling into the water.

You landed squarely on top of him, the shock of the fall leaving you momentarily dazed. Gojo blinked up at you, his breath catching as his gaze dropped to your now-dampened bodice, honing in on your bosom. For a moment, his usually sharp and calculating eyes softened, confusion flickering across his face as if he didn’t quite understand the effect you were having on him.

You scrambled to find your words, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t mean to⸺”

Before you could finish, Gojo gently grasped your shoulders and helped you off of him. He stood up first, his expression uncharacteristically serious as he brushed off his wet clothing and offered you a hand. You took it, steadying yourself as you rose to your feet.

Gojo swallowed hard, clearly at a loss for words. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then quickly closed it, shaking his head. “I must go,” he muttered,.

Without another word, he turned and left, leaving you standing there in the stream, confused and flustered as you watched him disappear into the trees.

“I am not impressed.” Nobara impassively stares you down with a glower.

You fluttered your fan, maintaining a delicate air of mock innocence. “Whatever do you mean, my dear friend?”

The two of you sat at a small table on the terrace, its stone surface warm from the midday sun. Before you, the expansive field served as Gojo’s personal training ground, scattered with targets and archery equipment. Gojo and his protégé, Yuji, had clearly been at it for hours, their bare skin glistening with sweat under the relentless sun. They moved with a practiced ease, their focus entirely on the task at hand.

Gojo was currently demonstrating a particular stance to Yuji, his voice carrying faintly over the terrace as he corrected the younger man’s posture and grip. Yuji, ever the diligent student, watched him with an intensity that bordered on awe. You couldn’t help but reflect that his expression now⸺determined and assured⸺contrasted much with his encounter with you at the game.

Nobara’s eyes narrowed as she regarded the scene. “Why are we here?” she asked flatly, her gaze lingering on the two men.

You turned to her with a smile, fluttering your fan with exaggerated elegance. “Why, to record in my journal, of course. One must capture the beauty of Mother Nature when it presents itself so generously from this terrace.”

Her expression remained unimpressed. “Is it truly Mother Nature that has captivated you, or Lord Gojo’s bare skin?” She glanced down at your unopened journal, its quill resting untouched beside it. “And how much progress have you made in this recording of yours?”

You couldn’t suppress a laugh, caught in your own half-hearted excuse. “Well, even you cannot deny that he presents a rather fine figure, can you? And I will get to my writing in due time. Inspiration must first strike, after all.”

Nobara sighed, folding her arms across her chest. “I cannot fathom how you find pleasure in looking upon a man who has caused you so much distress. Many times, in fact.”

You glanced back toward the field, watching as Gojo effortlessly pulled back his bowstring, the muscles in his back rippling with the movement. His form was impeccable, each action a demonstration of his skill and strength. Yuji, in contrast, struggled to replicate the motion with as much ease and accuracy, though his determination was evident.

"He’s clearly enjoying himself," you commented dryly, turning your attention back to Nobara. "Torturing me, that is. I might as well make due of my harrowing and demeaning stay here and enjoy some aspects of Gojo. I swear, he delights in the fact that I’m stuck here."

Nobara’s eyes narrowed, and she snorted. "Oh, absolutely. Men like him don’t get much amusement in life unless it involves making someone else miserable."

You shook your head, remembering the library encounter all too vividly. Gojo had seemed genuinely surprised to find you there, and yet he had taken to taunting you with his usual smugness. That infernal smirk of his had been etched into your memory.

"I almost wonder," you mused, "if he was actually shocked to find me in the library. Perhaps I caught him off guard for once."

Nobara raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing? Looking for a book on how to survive insufferable dukes?"

You chuckled softly. "No, I was reading about Venus, actually. But Gojo⸺he assumed I was indulging in some silly romance. Imagine his surprise when he realized I was working on calculations instead."

Nobara’s lips twitched upward in amusement, but before she could respond, a loud thud! echoed across the terrace. Both of you looked down just in time to see Gojo's arrow hit the target dead center.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he would show off. That insufferable man never missed an opportunity to flaunt his skills. Yuji, predictably, looked like he was about to faint from admiration.

Gojo notched another arrow, his back muscles rippling as he drew it back with practiced ease. His abs tightened with the effort, and though you told yourself you were merely observing his technique, your gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary. The tautness of his form was, undeniably, impressive.

“It is a shame,” Nobara remarked, her voice breaking through your thoughts. “He does present a rather fine figure. If only his character matched his appearance.”

You blinked, realizing that your gaze had lingered on him for far too long. “What?”

Nobara glanced at you, her expression half-amused, half-pitying. “I merely observe that if his manners were as well-formed as his physique, he might be a most agreeable companion.”

You opened your fan again, waving it lightly in front of your face. “Perhaps. But we both know that appearances can be deceiving.”

Nobara’s expression turned serious as she looked at you. “You must find yourself a husband who is both well-formed and well-mannered, my dear. Else I shall be forced to gouge out my eyes every time I am called to attend on you.”

You sighed dramatically, closing your fan with a soft snap. “Whatever you say, Nobara.”

Yet, even as you dismissed her words, your gaze drifted back to the field. Gojo was a puzzle, indeed. And whether you liked it or not, he had captured more of your attention than you were willing to admit.

Satoru is sweaty and hot, and therefore he must rush back to take a cold bath.

The weather is quite warm, he must admit to himself. Teaching Yuji had been nothing sort of pleasurable; the boy’s physical prowess was quite impressive, and he learned things very, very fast. If Yuji were to keep learning and working on his skill, he would easily be up to Gojo’s level or even surpass him.

As he climbs up the stairs to the terrace, he wipes his brow, which has budded with sweat. When he crosses a table that overlooks the field, he notices a book. His mother and him wouldn’t expose any books like this⸺a fine and intricate design covering the top⸺to the harsh, humid weather, so he picks up the book, frowning.

Frowning, he picked it up, curiosity getting the better of him. The book felt unfamiliar in his hands, and as he opened it, the words within seemed to swim before his eyes. Annoyed, he rubbed the sweat from his forehead and squinted, finally making out the fine, neat handwriting on the page.

I confess, there is something intoxicating about the notion that women might be more than what society has so neatly confined us to be. Is it truly so outlandish to consider that we, too, possess minds capable of great thought and spirits yearning for freedom?

Satoru's eyes widened, and a flicker of intrigue sparked within him. He flipped to the next page, where the writing grew messier, more hurried.

Indeed, God truly blesses the wrong soldiers with features such as his. However, I take pride in being one of His strongest for I possess the fortitude to resist the temptation of ending Gojo’s miserable existence myself.

His eyes widened. If he had been intrigued before, now he was thoroughly captivated. This had to be you. His heart began to beat faster as he quickly turned to another page, where the ink was still fresh, and a pressed leaf lay nestled between the pages.

If I were to base my choice of husband solely on physical appearance, I must confess that Lord Gojo would be a most compelling candidate. However, to consider him without regard to his character would be a grave disservice to myself and to dear Nobara, who would bear the consequences of such a choice daily.

I hold out hope for a suitor with a similar strength of physique, one whose form displays power and grace, much like Gojo. His muscles, so clearly defined, speak of formidable strength and control—his back rippling with every pull of the bowstring, his breath labored as he steadies himself.

Alas, such attributes, though appealing, are not enough…

His fingers hovered over the delicate page, the words sinking in. A part of him wanted to laugh at your sharpness, your refusal to fall prey to his charms, but another part⸺one that kept resurfacing and resurfacing against his will, showing up even in his slumber⸺felt something else entirely.

…What a pity, indeed.

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a/n i feel like the only important plot point in this chapter is that gojo is a boobs guy

sorry if this chapter was a little icky :( i prefered publishing this than having to subject my dear beta reader to having to edit this mess or even me having to think about it further. i will rest so that the next chapter is better <3 (lots of fluffy moments to come in the next one)

gojo when you spawned in his bedroom

will finally treat myself to answering asks after I wake up since i'm done with this dreadfull chapter <333 jesus it's 3am

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you said angst so... jj x kook!reader JJs starts pushing pogues and reader away and when reader tries to get through to JJ, he says awful things to reader hitting her/them below the belt by bringing up her trauma and the fact she/they are a kook. maybe she completly ices him and the pogues out(bc the pogues forgave him) and start hanging out with kooks. maybe the topper/rafe/kelce trio to really drive home she doesn't care about them anymore. maybe she's even there when pope and jj get beat up? IDK i thought this up off the top of my head. i don't reader crying in the shower heartbreaking sob fest angst. also i left what her supposed trauma up to you bc i don't know how far you're willing to go with that.

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okay i lied. i’m doing this one bc it intrigued me.. lol. but also hi 💐 anon !! ur not overwhelming me i love all the asks, it’s just a matter of energy lol. but love u !!

also prepare for this to be lengthy due to the thick plot, lol

i actually am proud of this and how i wrote it, i rlly like it 🥹.

i will get out more posts today, likely 2-3. 4 if i get drink an alani lmao.

mean!jj x sensitive!kook!reader.

you had always known jj, due to the small size of the island. however, you just started getting closer with him the past few weeks.

you had always seen into him more then others did, even from afar.

you noticed the bruises on his cheeks, and how they’d fade over the next few days. you noticed when he’d gotten a haircut, likely from john b. you didn’t know why, but you found him interesting.

you probably shouldn’t have, considering your brother — rafe, absolutely hated him. he was a bad kid, you always saw him getting arrested with the rest of the pogues.

the reason you two started getting closer, was due to a drunken hookup you had a misunderstanding on. clearly, he looked at it as any other girl he would hook up with, no feelings and not a thought about it again.

you however, looked at it way different. you really genuinely liked him, truly. you didn’t care about any of the bad rumors about him, you didn’t see him as just the bad. you saw the good too.

a few days ago, you went to the chateau to see jj. you hadn’t talked to him since the hookup, expect for minor greetings. you wanted to get to know him more. understand him, fully and completely.

it’s safe to say it didn’t go well. you sat him down, explaining how you really did like him. he listened at first, but as soon as you started trying to open him up, he immediately tensed.

you asked him about how come he always has those bruises on him, and where they’re from. he stood up immediately, scoffing at your attempt.

“you’re fuckin’ serious? you just came here to make fun of me?”

you shook your head quickly at his misunderstanding, explaining how that’s not what you meant at all.

“y’know, it’s not shit you would understand at all. you’re too much of a dumb pretty little ‘kook princess’ with no thoughts in her head to figure it out.”

you swallowed at his harsh words, tears filling your eyes. you opened your mouth to speak, but he just kept spewing more words out.

“ever think that’s why i didn’t talk to you after we hooked up? because we couldn’t ever be anything. i could never be with somebody like you.”

tears fell from your eyes at his words, trying to take deep breaths. you attempted to speak again, before he interrupted you.

“just save it, okay? go back to figure 8 where you belong.”

you let more tears fall, listening to him and gathering your stuff and leaving the chateau.

you walked home with tears down your face the whole time, thoughts stirring. was that really all he thought about you? just a kook who never had to worry about anything?

your tears eventually faded, feelings going numb from exhaustion.

when you got home, you pushed your way past your family, going upstairs to shower.

when you got in, you immediately broke down again. tears filling your eyes and streaming down your face.

you wanted jj to like you, you really did. but if he really had those thoughts of you, you needed to let him go. you couldn’t go on thinking about him, worrying, if your feelings weren’t reciprocated.

over the next few days, you left jj and every pogue alone. you noticed him around, though. you didn’t see the pogues around him, either. it seemed like he was avoiding them, just like you were avoiding him. he looked almost upset, everywhere he went too.

after a while, he got over whatever little mood he was in and you saw him laughing, running around with his friends again.

you however, were not over it. his words really hurt, and you couldn’t get them out of your head. but you knew you needed to give him the same treatment back.

so you decided to start hanging out with your friends too. you started going to the boneyard with topper, kelce, and rafe. you knew jj hated them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to show any care if you weren’t receiving any.

you left him alone for a while after that, silently thinking and worrying about him in your head instead.

you opted for watching from afar, both of you making awkward eye contact at times.

you still wondered where those bruises came from, and if you would ever know at all.

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chukys-mouthguard · 4 months

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Kinda Tempting

Genre: a big mixed bag of all the things

Word count: 4.4k

Featuring: Mat Barzal x female reader x Matthew Rempe

Warnings: cheating, secret relationship

Summary: you recently left your position as the media manager for the Islanders behind, along with your boyfriend Mat Barzal, for a position with the Rangers. And their new rookie Matthew Rempe causes quite the stir both on the ice and off

Author’s note: I rewrote this like 4 times…hopefully it’s good. This will be a little series, so things should pick up. I feel like establishing background and stuff is always hard. Hopefully you all like this? And I’m sorry I literally picked two guys named Matt, could I have made that any harder on me and you lol

If someone told you that you’d be working in the NHL while also dating one of the hottest stars in the league, both in skill and looks, you would’ve never believed them. But here you were. The head of the media team department for one of the biggest teams in sports, and also the girlfriend of none other than Mat Barzal.

The two of you met during your first season leading the media department for the New York Islanders, and you made it your mission to get him to not hate doing the stupid challenge videos and dumb quizzes that every team made their players do. And by the end of that season he’d become a pro, eventually fessing up that he only enjoyed seeing you pop up with your iphone because he knew it meant an excuse to see you.

Now it certainly wasn’t a walk in the park getting the stamp of approval from the organization, but Mat reassured you he wouldn’t let you get fired over it. And they eventually came around to the idea, only for you to get a job offer from their rival New York Rangers 2 seasons later. Despite the move from Elmont to NYC only making your distance roughly 2 hours depending on the day, it had proven to be difficult on the two of you. Your schedules never the same, not even enough for phone calls or facetimes. Sometimes going months without seeing one another.

Thoughts plaguing your mind on whether or not he still loved you, if he’d been seeing other girls behind your back. When you look as good as Mat Barzal it’s hard to imagine him not having tons of girls throwing themselves at him. You didn’t want to think of the worst, but you saw how other guys in the league made things work with their girlfriends, so why couldn’t he do the same with you.

Luckily today was the stadium series game between the New York Islanders and the Rangers, meaning an opportunity to finally get to see your boyfriend after almost two months. And to say it was a big game was an understatement, you just hoped Mat would actually make time to see you, and reassure you that things were good between the two of you.

You arrived to MetLife stadium a few hours early, the media grind keeping you on almost the same schedule as the players. Your first assignment of the day was documenting the debut of Rangers rookie Matthew Rempe, though looking at this guy you’d never guess he was a rookie. He’s 6 foot 8, literally towering over every guy on the ice, and probably off of it too.

After he finished up a few interviews, you saw him making his way past the crowd of reporters, looking a bit lost as he scanned the faces around. You assumed looking for you since he’d be told ahead of time he had media content to film today.

“You must be Matthew Rempe.” You walked up to greet him and he smiled down at you, “How’d you know?” Eyeing him up and down you rolled your eyes as if he was someone easy to miss or not notice. “Let’s see, all the headlines talking about a 6 foot rookie debuting for the Rangers, I’d say that was the giveaway.” The two of you laughed as you started down the hall, walking towards the Rangers tunnel that led to the ice. “I’m sorry I didn’t even introduce myself, my name is y/n. I’m the media manager for the Rangers, and unfortunately for you, you’re gonna be seeing a lot of me this season.”

The rookie simply smiling down at you as you two walked together, “something tells me I might be okay with that.” Fighting the blush that threatened to grace your cheeks, you continued on explaining what it is he’d be filming. He listed to you explain things somewhat, but then he sort of zoned out. Paying too much attention to your smile when you laughed, the excitement in your voice when you talked about your job. Not to mention he was taken aback at how beautiful you were. Your hair failing perfectly over your shoulders beneath your Rangers beanie. He was captivated by you, but tried to keep his cool.

“Okay, so we are gonna do just a little introduction. Whatever you feel like saying, introduce yourself, tell us where we are, all that fun stuff.” Rempe quickly snapping back to reality, stopping at where the tunnel began to open up to reveal the stadium. He simply followed your lead, waiting as you took out your phone and cued him to start whenever he was ready.

“Hey Rangers fans, it’s Matt Rempe here. Getting ready to make my debut at the Stadium Series here at MetLife. It’s time to bang some bodies and bring home a win!” He pumped his fists as he emphasized his final words for the camera, you signaling that was a great take. Next, moving over to the bench to do a couple sit down questions.

“Perfect, you are really a natural Matthew. I’m impressed! It took some of the other guys years to get comfortable with doing all the media stuff.” He smiled as he stood up, once again towering over you. “Well you made it really easy, made me feel comfortable and all the nerves went out the window.”

“Well good! I’m gonna go edit this now and we will probably have it posted within an hour, just in case you wanted to see it.” “Oh perfect,” Matthew began reaching into his pocket before pulling out his phone, “can you text me once it’s up?” You took his phone, not thinking anything of it, you had plenty of his teammates phone numbers. It becoming a thing for guys to want to send embarrassing clips of each other for their group chats. “Sure thing, there you go! Shoot me a text so I have your number and I’ll get you the link as soon as it’s up.”

You smiled as the two of you headed up the tunnel, some of the islanders players making their way out to see the ice. The second you saw your boyfriend’s face walking toward you, all of your professional game day demeanor went out the window and you took off running.

As you took off up the tunnel, Matthew was a bit confused, not realizing what was going on, he continued walking as his eyes followed you. Soon seeing you jump into the arms of Mat Barzal from the Islanders. His heart sunk a bit, of course she’s not single, he sighed to himself as he pulled out his phone. Trying to not seem so awkward when he walked past the two of you kissing. Flashing a smile when you mentioned that you’d text him after you finished editing the things you two just filmed.

Why was he so shocked to see a beautiful girl like you dating someone? Maybe it was shocking that you were dating one of the top guys in the league, who also happens to be on one of the Rangers rival teams. He’d felt a bit foolish for thinking that a girl like you would not only be single, but ever give him, a rookie, the time of day like that. Heading into the locker room, he threw on his headphones and started to get zoned in for the game.

It had been about a month since you’d seen Mat, and you couldn’t contain your excitement. He smiled at you as he braced for your hug, cutting it short before giving you a quick kiss. “Mat, come on, it’s been almost two months. Aren’t you happy to see me?” He nodded to his teammates to walk without him as he stayed back, “yeah of course I am, but I’m also trying to get focused. I’m sorry I’m not jumping up and down like you.” His laugh caught you off guard, as almost if he was making fun of how excited you were to see him.

“Sorry for being happy to see my boyfriend. Well go get focused, I don’t wanna be a distraction to you” Dropping his hands you’d pushed past him, doing your best to hide any emotions you had and ignore the feeling of just wanting to cry.

“Y/n, babe come on don’t be like that!”

Mat stood in the tunnel yelling after you, but he didn’t bother to chase you. Knowing it wasn’t the time or place, though when was the time and place for you two anymore?

Finding a warm area tucked away at the stadium, you took out your laptop and started editing, anything you could do to get your mind off of Mat and how annoyed you were. .

Beginning to edit the footage you took of Matthew, a smile crept across your face. Everything about Rempe was infectious. His thick Canadian accent as he spoke made you laugh. The little phrases and things he’d say when he got excited about the game and this opportunity. Pulling out your phone, you shot him a text, not sure if he’d respond since he was probably getting warmed up.

“Soooo, when is it considered too early to make Matthew Rempe, let’s bang some bodies merch? Lol”

Sitting in his stall, Matthew heard a quick ding over his music, slightly cursing at himself for not turning his phone on do not disturb. He had been getting tons of texts from friends and family about his debut, and while he appreciated it, they were distracting for sure. He went to simply swipe the text away, figuring he’d respond later. But he stopped as he saw your name displayed on the screen.

He chuckled to himself at the text, typing out a quick reply before heading off to stretch with some of the guys.

“Ehhh, not sure how entirely appropriate the merch would be. People who weren’t in on it may think it’s like a sex joke or something.”

Finally seeing a reply from Matthew you laughed out loud, quickly typing a reply before you put the finishing touches on your social media post.

“Oh lord I can see the headline now, Rangers merch sales at an all time high after rookie proudly endorses banging bodies.”

As soon as you got your content edited and posted, you shut your laptop and got everything packed back into your bag. Deciding you were in desperate need of caffeine if you were somehow gonna make it to game time. The Rangers kept a stash of energy drinks in their locker room, half the time you swore just for you because you never saw the guys drink them.

“Oh no, here she comes! She’s gonna ask us to do a tik tok!” Vinny Trochek calling out to the guys playing soccer and they all pretended to scatter. Being the media girl the loved giving you a hard time, but you knew it came with the territory. “Very funny Vinny, just wait until you see the embarrassing shit I’ve got of you ready to post!”

Trochek making a face at you as you popped in the locker room to grab your drink.

buzz buzz

“You know, if you were sneaking in the locker room to try and catch a glimpse of me shirtless or something, you could’ve just asked ;)”

Practically choking on your Celsius you wiped your mouth as you stared at the text you receive from Matthew. He truly was something else, his flirting not at all subtle. Though you didn’t mind, he was a ten for sure. Though you knew he probably was a player and had girls drooling over him.

But after the not so warm greeting from your boyfriend, you welcomed a little flirting.

Exiting the locker room you locked eyes with Matthew giving you a shit eating grin as you tried to hide the blush on your cheeks. He smiled to himself as he bit his tongue, turning his attention back to the guys as they finished up their game of soccer.

The final horn sounded, ending one of the most exciting games you’ve seen in awhile. The Rangers somehow pulled out the win, coming back from down 3 goals to take the game in overtime. Rempe got his first fight in his NHL debut, and the media content you got from this game was endless. The thought of all the editing you’d have to do tonight buried in the back of your mind as you focused on trying to find something to eat in the catering area near the locker room. Lucky for you, some of the guys were always kind enough to set food aside for you, knowing you rarely ate when working the games. Not even by choice, but simply because you were responsible for catching anything and everything on camera and posting in real time.

You munched on some french fries as you scrolled through the comments on your post of Rempe’s debut, laughing at all the girls drooling over him through their screens. Continuing your scroll you hardly noticed the scratched up knuckles reaching in to steal a fry. “Matthew Rempe how dare you!”

He shot you a cocky grin as he tossed the fry in his mouth, “Sorry, I had to, you were asking for it.” Rolling your eyes you finished off the fries, then reaching for your bag only to be stopped by Matthew. “Here, as an apology for stealing a fry, let me carry this for you. It’s the least I can do.” Smiling softly you obliged, letting him hold the bag as the two of you headed towards the parking garage.

“Oh, nice fight by the way. Didn’t feel like wasting much time huh?” He smiled proud as he shrugged, “Better to get it over with early, gets the nerves out you know?”

As you approached your car, he pulled your bag from his shoulder. “Not seeing the boyfriend or anything?” Checking your phone, you’d never heard back from Mat whether or not he’d want to see you tonight. “Probably not, I’ve got a lot of editing to do and…” your voice trailed off as you tried to make up a believable excuse as to why your boyfriend couldn’t see you. To which Matthew saw right through, “I couldn’t help but notice the two of you earlier, trouble in paradise?”

Letting out a huff you tossed your bag into your passenger seat as you laughed, “how much time you got Rempe?” An apologetic smile crept across his face as he saw you holding in a lot. He wanted to just hug you, let you cry if you needed to. He’d only just met you a few hours ago yet he felt like he was meant to. Like you needed him to come into your life and somehow make it better. “Well, my family is in town and I definitely have to see them. We are grabbing dinner. But, I can certainly make time later tonight?” Nodding your head you walked over to the drivers side of your car, Matthew offering a quick hug to you, sensing you needed it. Which you did, very much so. He closed the car door before leaning down and resting his arms on the frame as you started it up. “I’ll text you when I’m done with my family? Pinky promise.” He held out his pinky which was quadruple the size of yours, making you chuckle as you wrapped yours around it. “Don’t make me sit around my phone waiting for a text you don’t plan on sending Matthew Rempe.”

He laughed as he walked away from your car, “you kidding? I’ve already got our conversation pinned in my messages!” Shaking your head you rolled up the window, pulling out of the garage and heading out on the traffic filled road for your drive home.

As much as you loved your job, sitting on your couch and staring at the same repetitive clips of the Rangers for hours while editing really got old fast. Trying to fight your exhaustion you closed your laptop, pulling out your phone to try giving Mat a call. He texted you after the game, a half hearted apology that truly did nothing more than make you roll your eyes.

Hey it’s Mat, I can’t come to the phone right now, leave me a message.

Typical Mat, phone on do not disturb after a loss, and you probably won’t hear from him until later or even tomorrow if he’s really in a mood. It had unfortunately become the norm, and while you hated it, you couldn’t say much about it. You did sign up for this somewhat when decided to date a NHL player, and one who happens to be one of the top names in the league. He bears a lot of weight on his shoulders from his franchise, and it’s been taking a toll on him for the last year or so. Spilling over to affect your relationship, though he won’t agree. He thinks things are as good as they’ve ever been. Despite the two of you barely speaking, rarely ever seeing one another now, and we won’t even talk about the lack of anything remotely sexual. Not even the occasional nude could get Mat going, so you’d stopped trying to change him. Accepting that maybe this was who he was now, but never building up the courage to just walk away.

The buzzing of your phone in your lap snapping you from your sad thoughts, as a smile now appeared on your face after seeing Matthew’s name pop up on your screen. “Thank you for calling y/n’s phone, how can I help you?” Matthew chuckled on the other end of the call, “I am really hoping that y/n is available and still wants to talk to me after the long day she had? I might even have dessert that I am sure she’d love right about now.”

“You want to come over?” Your tone sounding a bit more harsh than you intended, just a bit shocked that he was offering to stop by versus just talk on the phone or text. “Oh, um, I don’t know. You seemed a bit down earlier, and I just felt like you could use some cheering up. Plus you said it yourself, I’m gonna have to get used to spending time with you so might as well get a head start.”

Before he could finish his sentence you’d texted him your address, telling yourself to say fuck it and have him come over. You refused to sit and sulk over your boyfriend any more than you already had.

“Sweet, I’m only like 15 minutes away. Me and the cake will be there soon!” You cackled into the phone as Matthew quickly regretted his words, “I meant like the dessert, not my ass or anything. Oh god! Look I’ll be there soon okay?”

Embarrassed, he hung up while you continued your laughter. Packing up your computer and cleaning up your place a bit, not sure where your sudden nerves were coming from. It’s not like Matthew would be expecting a five star mansion to be hiding within your small NYC apartment. And before you could double check the clothes you’d thrown on the second you got home, a knock came at your door. The last thing you expected when opening it was Matthew to now be in gray sweatpants and a hoodie, his hair still somewhat damp from his postgame shower, looking even better than you’d remembered. To put in plainly, he looked hot.

“I hope you like vanilla cake with chocolate frosting!”

He beamed as he carried the cake inside, setting it on your kitchen island then taking in the apartment. Nodding in approval as you went to grab two glasses, offering water which Matthew kindly accepted.

“So,” he started as he took a seat on your sofa, “cake first or did you want to tell me your life story to get that over with?” Grabbing the box of cake along with two forks, you took a seat next to Matthew before handing him the extra utensil.

“How about both?”

“Okay so, why don’t you just breakup with him? I mean, I know that’s easier said than done, but you don’t seem very happy.” Playing with the hem of your sweatshirt as you finished telling Matthew the gist of your love story with Mat, and his reactions were all what you’d expected. “I don’t know, I mean, I love him. It’s not easy to break up with someone you love. And I keep telling myself it’ll get better.”

“When? Once he wins a Stanley Cup and finally eases up a bit from his Mr. Perfect persona and attitude? How long is that gonna take?”

He had a point, you truly had no clue when Mat would change and start being like himself again. You missed the karaoke nights with him and your friends, movie nights at your place, dinner dates, even just sleeping in the same bed as him. You missed him, but something tells you he didn’t miss you.

“Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole. Hell, I just met you like 10 hours ago yet somehow I am in your apartment sharing cake and talking to you about your relationship troubles. I don’t know how we ended up here but I’m not mad at it.” A smile crept on your lips for the first time in the past thirty minutes as Matthew rested his hand on your thigh. “All I’m saying is, if you were my girlfriend, I would’ve sprinted down that tunnel today to hug you and kiss you. I would’ve come to see you after the game no matter if my team won the game or lost by twelve goals. You’re beautiful, funny, super fucking talented at your job, and from the few hours I’ve been around you, I can see how amazing you are.”

You hadn’t noticed yourself tearing up until Matthew reached out to wipe your cheek. “I’m not trying to make you cry, now I feel bad. Should I make you laugh?” He pouted his lips at you, doing his best to earn a smile.

“Like being so for real, if I was your boyfriend and I got to see you today after like a month, we would’ve had to go somewhere private at that stadium cause there’s no way I’m not getting my hands all over you the second I see you.”

Shaking your head you grabbed the forks and cake box from the table, walking them all to the kitchen as Matthew laughed at his words, though not denying them. “Well, as amazing as that sounds, I couldn’t even tell you the last time Mat did any of that.”

Matthew practically choked on his water as you rinsed off the forks, “what?”, then putting them aside to dry. “Don’t tell me you haven’t even been having sex with him, he’s your boyfriend y/n! Like…is he gay?”

“Matthew Rempe!”

“I mean, I don’t know,” he shrugged as he joined you in the kitchen, “I’m trying to wrap my brain around how a guy could be dating a girl like you, and not be even having sex with her. Like I get the not seeing each other as much because of being in two different cities, the limited phone calls and stuff, but going months and months without sex!? I’m not trying to cause a stir in your relationship or come across disrespectful, but I would one hundred percent not be able to go a month without getting my hands on you and- actually, let me stop myself before I say some things I shouldn’t.”

Your jaw practically on the floor as he retreated, quickly sipping his water so he didn’t have to speak. “No, actually I think you should continue. I’m kinda tempted to hear this.” You leaned back against the counter as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, a smirk on your face as you could sense Matthew’s nervousness with you getting closer to him. He eyes you up and down from behind his glass before that signature cocky grin crept across his face. His hands now on either side of your waist as he looked down at you.

Everything in you was telling you to stop, to not let your interaction with Mat lead you to do anything you’d regret. But hell you’ve been in this cycle for months. Constantly waiting for the day your boyfriend starts acting like your boyfriend again. And you were also a woman with needs. If a 6 foot hot man in your kitchen wants to gas you up and show you what you’ve been missing, how are you to say no to that?

“Well for starters, I’ve been trying my best to not stare at your ass with these little shorts you’ve got on. Not to mention keeping my hands off your legs, which I can’t believe you were hiding underneath your jeans all day cause wow.” To say you were enjoying his compliments was an understatement.

“Anything else?”

His fingers now brushing your hair back from your face as he could see your breath catch in your chest, you were nervous. He could see it on your face, your heart telling you that it wasn’t a good idea. But your body language telling him that you’d been missing this.

“I didn’t come over to do this, or fuck up your relationship. I promise you that. And if you want me to stop, I’ll respect that.” His hand cupped your cheek as he waited for your sign to stop, but nothing came.

“I don’t think anything you do right now could fuck up my relationship any more than it already is.” You smirked as his lips finally pressed to yours, the butterflies in your stomach bursting as you brought your hands to his hair, deepening the kiss as he picked you up, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist.

A laugh escaped your lips as you saw how high you were off the ground in his arms, joking that he could help you be able to clean the top of your fridge from up there. Matthew shaking his head as he brought your lips back to his. Only to be interrupted by your phone buzzing on the counter.

“Oh shit, boyfriend’s calling.”

You rolled your eyes as Matthew handed the phone to you, only to silence the call and toss your phone back onto the island.

“Guess I’m a little busy right now.”

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doctorbitchcrxft · 4 months

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The Benders | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: people are crazy, canon violence, canon gore

Word Count: 2370

A/N: I'm scheduling two of these today since this one's so short!! The Benders episode makes me really uncomfortable, tbh, so I kinda sped through it... lol

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You and the boys sniffed out a case in Hibbing, Minnesota. A child had watched a neighbor get dragged under his car. When you spoke to the young boy, his mother didn’t seem to believe him at all. You decided to head to a bar to collect your thoughts and grab a beer.

You and Dean played darts while Sam explained to you that his dad had earmarked this area due to the insane number of disappearances in this area. In the midst of his explanation, you realized you needed to change your tampon and hadn’t brought any into the bar with you.

“Dean, keys?” you asked.

He tossed them at you. "Why, you stealin' my car?"

“Gotta go get some girl stuff,” you responded.

“Gross. Don’t wanna know.” You knew he was kidding by the smirk on his face.

You scoffed. “It’s not gross, it’s natural! Asshole.” You shoved his shoulder playfully and headed out of the bar. On your way out, you heard a noise and stopped. You turned over your shoulder to the other cars lining the gravel parking lot, feeling uneasy. You pushed through it, deciding that it wouldn’t take you longer than two seconds to get back inside after you’d grabbed your products.

You turned at another sound, hurrying over to the Impala. You reached into the trunk and grabbed what you needed. Before you could even turn back around, you were lying on the gravel out cold.

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The next thing you knew, you jerked up in a metal cage covered with hay at the bottom. Your hair felt a mess, and the back of your head was tender from your fall. You looked to your left and noticed the guy you’d originally come to investigate the disappearance of asleep in the cage next to you. You scrambled to your feet, trying to kick the cage door open. Nothing was working.

Stirring in the cage next to you caught your attention. “You’re alive! You okay?” you asked.

Mr. Jenkins groaned. “Does it look like I’m doin’ okay?”

You stretched your neck. “Touché. Where are we?’

“I don’t know. The country, I think. Smells like the country,” the man responded.

“You’re Alvin Jenkins, aren’t you?”

He nodded.

“I was lookin’ for you,” you told him.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue.”

You kept up your plucky attitude in spite of the sinking feeling in your stomach. “Well, my friends are out there right now, too. They’re lookin’ for us. So—”

“So, they’re not gonna find us. We’re in the middle of nowhere.” He nodded at the door of the building you were in. “Waiting for them to come back and do god-knows-what to us.”

“What are they? Have you seen them?” you asked.

He looked at you confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Whatever’s got us, what’d they look like?”

“See for yourself,” he said.

At that moment, the door opened and two men wearing black hats and coats walked in. One walked over to Alvin’s cage and kicked the side of it. Alvin moved back into the corner, yelling at them not to touch him as they entered the cage. Instead of doing anything to him, they just left a plate of food on the floor and left.

“I’ll be damned,” you said more to yourself than your fellow kidnappee. “They’re just people.”

Alvin looked at you like you were stupid. “Yeah. What’d you expect?”

You paused a moment. “How often do they feed you?”

“Once a day. And they use that thing over there to open the cage.” The man pointed at a panel on a post a few feet away.

“And that’s the only time you see ‘em?”

He shrugged. “So far. But I’m waitin’.”

“Waitin’ for what?”

“Ned Beatty time.”

“That's fucking gross, dude.”

“What do you think they want, then?”

You began trying to climb the walls of your cage to grab a long metal wire stretching from the top of the pole next to you to the ground. You got hold of it and began pulling down the wire. “Depends on who they are.”

“They’re a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks, if you ask me. Lookin’ for love in all the wrong places.”

You continued to pull on the wire, doing your best to hold yourself up, and it gradually began to detach from the pole.

***

Hours had gone by. You were still trying to pull the wire off; climbing back up and continuously slipping down the cage’s metal bars.

“Why don’t you give it up, sweetheart, there’s no way out,” Alvin told you.

“Don’t call me that!” You used your anger and frustration to finally tear the wire down. A piece of metal fell with it. “It’s a bracket.”

Alvin scoffed. “Well, thank God, a bracket. Now we’ve got ‘em, huh?”

His cage suddenly swung open on its own. He scrambled out of it. “Maybe you knocked somethin’ loose.”

Your heart rate began to pick up. “I think you should get back in there, Jenkins. This isn’t right.”

“Don’t you wanna get out of here?”

“Of course, I do. But that was too easy.” Your mind was going a million miles per minute.

“Look, I’m gonna get out of here, and I’m gonna send help, okay, don’t worry,” he assured you, turning for the door.

“I’m serious, dude! This might be a trap!”

“Bye, sweetheart.” He pushed the door open and left.

“Jenkins!” you called. “Alvin! Dude! Come back!”

Moments later, Alvin’s former cage slammed shut.

You shivered on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest in the center of the cage. You began to count the minutes going by. You counted all the way up to twenty minutes before you heard a distant scream from a voice that sounded a lot like Alvin.

Not even an hour later, another woman was dragged unconscious into another cage next to you. You watched her carefully until she woke up.

“You alright?” you asked her once she’d gotten a glimpse of her surroundings.

She turned her head to you. “Are you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at her. “Yeah…?”

“Your friends are looking for you.”

You laughed, relieved. “Thank god. Where are they?

“I, uh, I cuffed ‘em to my car,” the woman explained.

You sighed.

Moments later, the door of the barn burst open. You couldn’t see who the figures were, but you backed up into the corner of your cage. Finally, Dean’s face came into view.

“(Y/N)?”

You scrambled to your feet and grabbed onto the bars in front of him. “Dean!”

“Are you hurt?” Sam asked, looking you over.

You shook your head.

“Damn, it’s good to see you," Dean breathed out.

You smiled at him and ignored the way your heart fluttered in your chest.

“How did you get out of the cuffs?” the woman in the other cage asked.

The older brother turned toward her. “Oh, I know a trick or two. Alright. These locks look like they’re gonna be a bitch.”

“Try that box over there,” you suggested, pointing to the control panel.

“Have you seen ‘em?”

“Yeah, dude, they’re just people.”

“And they jumped you? Must be gettin’ a little rusty there, sweetheart.”

“Shut up, asshole.”

Sam walked over to the control panel and started trying different buttons. “What do they want?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“Well, that’s the point. You know, with our usual playmates, there’s rules, there’s patterns. But with people, they’re just crazy,” Dean responded. He was still sizing up your cage, occasionally looking to the door to see if they’d been followed.

“See anything else out there?” you asked.

“Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over, so I’m thinkin’ when they take someone, they take their car, too.”

“Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?” the woman in the other cage asked.

“Yeah, actually, I did.”

She seemed sad.

“Your brother’s?” Sam asked her, looking upset when she nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Let’s get you guys out of here, then we’ll take care of those bastards,” Dean jumped back in. “This thing takes a key. Key?”

You shook your head, and the brothers set off to find it.

“Guys?”

They turned back to you.

“Be careful.”

Dean nodded and left with Sam.

***

You abandoned your jacket and looked over to the woman in the cage next to you. “You hurt? Your face is all scratched.”

She shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”

“I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Kathleen.”

“I’d shake your hand, but, uh—”

She laughed at your joke.

“How’d you meet the guys?” you questioned after a moment’s silence.

“They came runnin’ up into my station. The pretty boy nicked an ID off another cop and was raving about some girl he needed to find. That was kinda my first hint that he wasn’t really a cop.”

Your stomach did a somersault. “He seemed worried about me?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“Huh.” A silence settled over the two of you before you spoke again. “You said you had a brother?”

Kathleen nodded. “Riley. Disappeared about ten years ago. I’ve been looking for him ever since.”

“I’m sorry,” you told her.

She didn’t answer. The two of you sat in silence again for quite some time until the door reopened. You could tell it wasn’t the two brothers, though. This man was wearing a hat and a puffer vest and inserted the key into the panel.

‘Fuck,’ you thought and grabbed at the bracket that had fallen to the ground. The door to your cage unlocked and you backed up against the far wall.

The man in the cap opened the door and aimed his gun straight at you. You threw the bracket at his gun, knocking it off-kilter, and used that opportunity to lunge at the man. You tackled him to the floor and began fighting with him for his gun. Shots rang out three times as he attempted to shoot you in the midst of the struggle.

“You son of a bitch, let go!” you screamed. You twisted your body to where your foot was on his throat and leveraged yourself that way. You pushed your foot in one direction and pulled the gun in the other, finally managing to get the gun away from him. You hit him with the but of the shotgun thrice in the head, knocking him out cold. You tried to fire the gun at him, but it didn’t work

“Fuck.”

You quickly took the key from the man on the floor and unlocked Kathleen’s cage. She helped you drag the unconscious man into the cage and relock him inside. You then smashed the control panel with the gun to disable it and keep the man locked inside.

You heard footsteps approaching the barn and ducked behind a bale of hay. You hadn’t been able to see where Kathleen had gone, and held your breath when you heard the door open.

“Lee!”

‘Oh, that was his name.’

“Where are ya? Lee!” A rough voice called again. “Damn it, Jared, get the lights!”

The barn stayed dark despite the switch you could hear being flipped.

“They must have blown the fuse,” a second male voice said.

You could hear the men running in separate directions; one clambering up the ladder and the other going in the opposite direction of your hiding place. You suddenly heard Kathleen grunting and fighting one of the men before hearing a gun cock.

“Hey!” you called, jumping up from your hiding spot. You ducked quickly when the man fighting Kathleen turned to shoot you. A voice behind you groaned in pain after you’d ducked and you ran over to Kathleen and the man she was fighting. You jumped on his back and began strangling him in the crook of your elbow. Kathleen wrestled the gun away from him while he fumbled through fighting you.

“(Y/N), drop!” Kathleen told you, and you listened just before she hit the man with the but of the shotgun. He collapsed to the ground and the two of you turned your attention to the older man on the floor behind you.

You dragged the man over to Kathleen’s cage and locked him inside. Out of breath from lugging his heavy body, you turned back to Kathleen who was aiming her gun at the older man on the ground.

“I’ll watch this one. You go ahead.”

You stared at her, motionless.

“Go ahead,” she urged you.

You sprinted out of the barn, trying to make sense of your surroundings. You found nothing but trees, dirt, and old cars. “Motherfucker.” You then heard a snapping twig coming from the woods before you.

“Hey!” you yelled. “Come out, motherfucker!”

“Whoa, whoa, (Y/N), calm down,” Dean told you, appearing with Sam from behind you.

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Dean!” You threw yourself into his arms and squeezed tightly. He hesitated for a moment, but hugged you back strongly. You reveled in the feeling of his touch before forcing yourself to break away. You turned to Sam and hugged him, thanking the boys for coming to find you.

A gunshot sounded before Kathleen emerged from the barn. “Where’s the girl?”

“Locked her in a closet,” Dean chuckled. “What about the dad?”

“Shot. Trying to escape.” She looked uncomfortable, but you took her word for it.

Later after you’d said your goodbyes to Kathleen, the three of you were walking back to the police station to get the car.

Sam walked a little in front of you and Dean.

“Never do that again,” the older brother told you.

“Do what?”

Dean muttered, “Go missin’ like that.”

“Aw, look at you.” You playfully pinched his cheek. “You were worried about me.”

“All I’m sayin’ is, you vanish like that again, I’m not lookin’ for ya,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, you won’t.”

“I’m not.”

You giggled. “So, you got sidelined by a thirteen-year-old girl, huh?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Just sayin’, gettin’ rusty there, sweetheart.”

“Shut up.”

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ismileeprnc · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐖𝐞(𝐞𝐚)𝐞𝐤’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: 𝐄𝐩 𝟗 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

pairing w zhong chenle

GENRE Smut, a touch of angst if you squint real hard lol

MINORS DNI 🙏🏾

MENTION OF edging (no actual scene tho) hair pulling, sub!chenle, oral (fem receiving), face fucking, squirting, dom!reader, dick gripping, slight overstimulation, reader has two orgasms

A/N: just me writing @ 3am again. No biggie 🤭 also I haven’t written for chenle in a while. Feedback is appreciated! Remember to be kind tho :/ thanks always for the love in my absence 💚💚💚

Chenle wasn’t sure how much he could take before he had to get on his knees and practically beg you to fuck him. It’s been a nonstop thing all week long of you riling him up, getting him so close to edge just to leave him high and dry. Hard and trembling with need to come.

Borderline blue-balling him And it didn’t help that you were skipping around his place in just your underwear and a shirt of his that hiked up your ass every time you bent over. Obviously on purpose.

There weren’t enough cool showers he could take to keep his erections down and jerking off was basically pointless. He could never make himself feel as good as you do and he knows you knows this, reason why you never barged in on his little “shower sessions,” not even when he was moaning your name on the other side.

He didn’t know if it were a game or not but accepted his defeat long ago and you noticed how much more sulkier he has become. Going to little to no answers. You can’t help but wonder if you went too far. You only wanted to see how far he could go before he was groveling at your feet but now he just shrugs off you advances. Despite having the most painful boners, his back turn towards you and tries to get some sleep. Eventually it had to go away.

That next morning he wakes up alone and to the smell of something cooking. His stomach almost immediately growls, reminding him how he hadn’t eaten last night. Chenle kicks backs the covers, dragging his tired limbs out of bed and to kitchen where he finds you over the stove, again just in his shirt and underwear.

“Since when do you cook?” His voice croaks and coughs to clear his throat. You stay turned away from him, stirring in whatever you had in the pot in front of you.

“Since someone decided to skip dinner last night.” Looking over your shoulder directly at him, “Don’t ever do that again.” You sounded angry which made him uneasy, looking down to avoid your gaze while playing with the cuffs of his hoodie. ‘Sorry, wasn’t hungry.’

Liar. But you let it go for now and went on to plate his food, setting it down before him. Snapping your fingers and pointing for him to sit. Chenle does but waits for you join him to before digging in.

Not a single word was exchanged between you. Not even a glance. The hell was he even supposed to say? Clearly you were pissed but he couldn’t decipher whether if it was because he went to bed hungry or was it something else? He was too scared to ask. Afraid of having a possible argument and tries shutting up his mind on finding a conclusion and continued to eat.

He offered to wash the dishes, feeling bad if he left you to do them after you cooked for him. Still you haven’t said a word. Kind of surprised you didn’t since knowing how much he hated doing dishes. He’s drawn to the conclusion that it wasn’t about him skipping dinner last night. It was definitely something else. But what?

He hasn’t joked with you in the last few days. Couldn’t have been something he said. He remembers to put the toilet lid down every time he goes. So what could it possibly—

“Oh.” The boy nearly hollers when he’s abruptly snatched from his train of thoughts, realizing you somehow had gotten behind him and your hand shoved down his boxers, gripping his dick.

“Y/n—”

“So this is why you’re ignoring me? Done got used to not having your dick wet you think you don’t need me anymore?” Squeezing tighter, he only wails and grips the edge of the sink. Water still running and soap on his hands.

Don’t need you anymore? Of course he needs you. Needs so fucking bad that he thinks he will actually explode. He needed your touch so much. To feel your lips all over him but most importantly, he needs to be inside of you. So deep that he could see himself protrude in your tummy. Need to hear you tell him he was fucking you too good, how nice and full he made you.

“Please, please, please.” He hisses through closed teeth, already sounding needy when you literally had his cock in a chocking grip.

“Why? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just let you run off to the shower to fix yourself?”

Because I don’t wanna fix myself! Is what he wanted to say. Those words being right on the tip of his tongue but morphed into chants as your grip had gotten any more possibly tighter when he was taking too long to respond.

“I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. WHATEVER YOU WANT, I SWEAR I’LL DO IT.” He babbles like a fool, standing on his tippies as if that were gonna help with the pain. You cut him some release, loosening your grip at his outburst. Taking your finger under his chin so he’s looking you directly in the eye.

“Whatever I want huh?” And he nods frantically, shaking some hair in his eyes.

He loses his breath when you in one move let go of his cock and pushed him down on his knees. The impact stung but he was able to put that on the back burner when you saw your bare pussy come into view.

Wait— so you weren’t wearing underwear—

Chenle gasps as you draw his face near you by his hair. His breath fanning against you, making you aching in need. These last few days has been as much torture for you as it were for him but thankfully you had him right where you wanted him.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Chenle instantly does and hums the second your juices were dancing on his tongue. You were so wet, some of it getting on his face as he lapped it all up best as he could.

Keeping your hand in his hair, you steer his head deeper into your cunt. His nose nestled right against your clit as you held him still, fucking yourself on his face.

“Just like that. Only your tongue.” You then moan loudly and reach for the counter beside you to hold yourself up.

Chenle felt his jaw beginning to ache the more pressure you put down on him as well as his scalp burning from the gripping. His brain too was screaming for oxygen. Just a little more. He chants to himself, squeezing your thighs to hold on but that didn’t stop the little white dots from spotting in his vision.

Right then you were coming. The pleasure had became so much that you squirted all over his face, it dripping down his chin as well as the side of your legs. Chenle took big gulps of air and swallowed a bit that landed in his mouth.

He looked a mess; face wet and a very obvious bulge protruding through his boxers.

“Couch.” Was all you said before Chenle was collecting himself off the ground and scurried off to the living room, dragging you with him.

The second his back met the plush surface, you were climbing on top of him and rid him of his boxers. His cock sprung out and smacked against his tummy. The tip already leaking with precum and colored an angry shade of red.

Without warning, you sink down on his length, punching a moan out the both of you. He seemed to have forgotten tight you were in a matter of days. Your walls sucked him in like a vacuum while he stretched you out nicely. Raising your hips till all was left was his tip before sinking back down on him. A repetitive movement you did a couple more times before finding your rhythm.

Chenle was beyond cloud nine. Getting lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him like a glove. So warm. So wet from your previous orgasm. It created a nice slip, making it easy for you to bounce on top of him. This is all he wanted all week long. How could ever you accuse him of not needing you? He needed you always like the very breath he breathed. And whatever your reason may had been for causing him boner-filled nights, hopefully it was all over.

“I’m so close.” He whines in your ear, gripping the back of your shirt like if you were gonna slip right through his fingers and holds you close to his body.

“Please let me come. Let me fill you up.”

Nodding, giving him the go, “Come for me baby.”

Chenle releases inside of you, his body completely stiffens under you just from how intense his orgasm was while you milked him of every drop.

You still had to finish. Sitting up, your hips rocked increasingly faster and caused Chenle to wail. Hands trying to push you off top of him,

“T-too muc-ch.” But you held him down with your weight, determined to come a second time. Your hand shoots down between your bodies, contacting with your clit. Just the edge you needed to come undone, spasming around his spent cock.

You both take a minute to regain your breath, chests raising and falling together until they were steady. Listening to each other’s still breathing. It wasn’t tense like it was earlier and for the first time in what felt like a month, he was actually lying with you and not against you. He missed this so damn much.

Before he allowed himself to slip in a doze, he always joke that your pussy puts him out, but he feels you sit up. One arm propped on his chest to hold you up.

“What’s the real reason why you were ignoring me ?” You just had to know. Drawing a line of confusion between his brows.

“Why do you think I was ignoring you?” Head tilting in curiosity and earns a shrug from you.

“I don’t know. You just seemed to push me away whenever I got close.”

He stared back at you like you had just said the dumbest thing, which you quite literally did because ain’t no way you were oblivious to everything you had been doing to him.

“You’re really gonna sit here and pretend like you didn’t just blue ball me all week long?”

Chenle was no fool. The second he saw you trying to cover a smirk, he called you out and smacked your butt but you just continue to laugh at him, amused by the whole thing. He knew you toying with him this whole time.

“Why would you do that?! Do you know the pain you caused?”

Wiping away your last tear, he’s glad you think this was funny.

“Sorry Lele. Just wanted to see how long you would last. I didn’t expect you to get so sulky and start ignoring me.”

Chenle scoffs, feigning offense.

“I was not sulking.” He defended but now you were the one staring back at him.

“Chenle… you’re literally wearing a hoodie that says I hate people. You were sulky.”

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philistiniphagottini · 2 months

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hai author nagi! ^_^

I've been stalking you on your page about the domestic bliss event a lot.. and the time-limit reminder swung me up and I decided I wanted to send In a request!

I'd really like the play fighting/playful wrestling prompt with Thief King Bakura, with preferably GN!Reader; where they're both just relaxing together and settling down, when Reader suddenly starts teasing and nitpicking small mistakes the Thief King made throughout the day: stumbling, tripping, dropping stuff, stutters.. just overall small clumsy stuff..

and our TKB being the guy he is, gets agitated rather easily, and suddenly tackles Reader in an effort to shut them up and for them to 'not continue embarrassing the great Thief King any further >0<!!' Reader catches on, and it develops in a lighthearted round of roughhousing! (with Reader even then- throwing in a few teasing phrases here and there lol) ..eventually, they calm down tho!

Rest is up to you!! It's just a rough Idea on how I'd like the prompt ^_^ Remember to take care and stay hydrated!

Hello Anon! I'm so happy you participated! I love seeing you when you pop up in my inbox. Thank you for always feeding my obsession with yugioh, I hope you enjoy this piece~

cw. fluff, play fights, gender neutral reader

Domestic Bliss

Tucked in one of Thief King Bakura’s hideaways, away from the prying eyes of others, you could finally relax and unwind for the day. You could still feel the flames of the desert heat licking at your skin as you settled beside your partner in crime, losing yourself in a sea of fine silks and lavish pillows that you had procured from countless numbers of heists. Bakura barely paid you any attention, not even throwing a cursory glance in your direction as he tried to decipher a treasure map scrawled poorly on the tattered parchment he held in his hands.

A loud sigh breezed past your lips as you sprawled yourself out, letting your body sink further into the cool silken sheets as you stared at the side of Bakura’s head.

"Today was a long day" you mused.

You received a soft grunt in reply but Bakura still did not look at you, too absorbed in his map reading. A small pout tugged at your lips, a sense of irritation bubbling in your stomach when you were ignored. You threw your legs into Bakura’s lap, hoping to stir a rise out of him when you used his body to rest your tired feet. To your surprise, he was still shockingly absorbed. Another long, irritated sigh blew out your nose as you started to ponder. A small smile tilted the corners of your lips as an idea suddenly sparked in your head, itching at the base of your skull as your eyes shimmered with amusement. You gently tapped your foot into Bakura’s thigh, feeling the skin squish under your teasing prod as a soft coo fell from your lips.

"I don’t think I have ever seen you stumble as much as you did today with that heist."

Your statement finally caught his attention. His bright gaze flickered in your direction; pupils narrowed into dangerous slits as a pinch formed between his snowy eyebrows.

"Care to repeat that?" he asked in slow, measured steps, voice dripping with a hint of malicious intent.

You promptly ignored the malice that was sent your way as you simply rolled your shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, a devilish smile playing at the corner of your lips. You continued to rub your foot along his leg, feeling the muscles jump under your touch as your toes flexed into the sole of your foot.

"I just happened to notice, was all" you said.

A loud sigh fell from Bakura’s parted lips as he levelled a nasty glare at you. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. You were intentionally riling him up because you were bored and you wanted his attention.

"I’m too tired to entertain you today. Take your scheming somewhere else."

His words did little to deter you as you kept prattling on, filling the empty void of silence with your rambunctious chatter as your words slowly burrowed their way under his skin.

"I saw that gold chalice you dropped when you were trying to stuff it into the bag. And I witnessed you tripping up the stairs when we were trying to make our escape as well. Then, you had the audacity-"

Your voice was starting to make Bakura’s ears burn with a furious itch and he finally decided he had enough. The map in his hands disappeared in a flurry of parchment and without warning, Bakura launched himself at you, practically tackling you into the floor as a loud noise of surprise bubbled up the back of your throat. He hovered over the top of you, his eyebrow twitching furiously in irritation as he scowled down at you.

"I will not have you besmirch the name of the great Thief King-"

This time, you cut off Bakura’s ramblings when you latched your legs around his waist and suddenly switched your positions. You had caught him by surprise, a hiss of air whistling through his clenched teeth as you scrambled on top of him, knees falling beside his hips as you pinned him to the floor. A cry of triumph bubbled in your throat; a wide grin plastered over your face as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"What was that, great Thief King?"

In response, Bakura used his strength to overpower you once more, putting you back on the floor beneath him as a loud squawk of indignation was wrenched from your lips. You couldn’t help the bouts of laughter that tickled your throat as you lay beneath Bakura once more, the Thief King far from impressed with you as you wriggled underneath the press of his body. You wore yourself out not too long after, not having any more strength to clamber your way back on top as the last dregs of your willpower was sapped away during your rough housing. A loud huff puffed against your skin as Bakura looked down at you, the tension in his brow eased as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Tired yourself out?"

You smiled brightly as you nodded along to his words. He stayed above you for a moment longer, making sure that you really were tired before he decided to get off of you. He fell next to you as he dragged your legs back into his lap, picking up where he left off with deciphering the treasure map as he snatched it from the floor.

"You’re a nuisance" he muttered under his breath. "You’re lucky you are useful for my plans."

A playful bubbled in your chest, satisfaction oozing off you in waves now that you had garnered your lover’s attention.

"I love you too~" you cooed.

Bakura rolled his eyes so hard they almost disappeared into the back of his head, but you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitched and the subtle, flustered tint to his cheeks.

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gravesung · 1 month

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hazy thoughts about mh.a/j.jk verses for my funky anime lad

m.ha sakura — quirkless

like i think that would make a lot of sense for him given the universal rejection and unkindness shown to him throughout his entire life. like every kid, he wanted to be a hero until those dreams were shattered and he became bitter. started fighting. started fighting people with quirks, and eventually began winning against them.

maybe furin high/makoshi is a place specifically for quirkless delinquents?? parents send their kids there when they can't deal with them anymore or are ashamed of them being quirkless. but sakura goes on his own, because he's heard it's a seedy place the pro heroes sort of ignore (because what can they really do about it? try to be teachers and get eaten alive by teenage boys? and how much do they really care about a bunch of quirkless teens fighting each other?)

m.ha sakura — stamina quirk?

verse that could put him in UA potentially. i think his quirk would give his body like, double or triple the fighting stamina/recovery a normal body would allow. his muscles take much longer to tire out and they repair faster

in that case, i could see his lifelong rejection just being because of his partial albinism like it is in canon. small town, shitty people, shitty parents. goes to UA to fight his way to the top — not because theyre the lowest of the low and he thinks he belongs there (he doesn't. lol) but purely out of spite and anger for everything he's been through

becomes more passionate about actually being a hero the longer he stays there though, as he learns to find himself again and he continually rushes mindlessly into trouble to protect people

very bak.ugo coded honestly. he's not a bully though, he just wants to fight

jj.k sakura

ooh very easy to work him in here — sorcerers are often treated like garbage by non-sorc communities (ie suguru's girlies). so i can imagine sakura came from a pretty isolated place, not only with what was seen as a freakish visual defect but also strange black magic shit???

so yeah that's where the mass rejection and hate came from in this verse. similar to mainverse, his parents were neglectful and abusive, he never made any friends, kids and adults alike looked at him with disdain. he started fighting. and kept fighting. and kept fighting.

at this point i think i could see him being recruited to tokyo jujutsu high if he stirred up enough shit, or furin could be a smaller school for wayward delinquent sorcerers — like an independent mini jujutsu society started by umemiya after he unified a rough town. band of boys who take on cursed spirits and curse users together.

so much better and healthier than mainstream jujutsu society honestly. these lads

(though i feel like they'd end up just being called curse users because they're not part of the system)

cursed technique tba. he seems to have noticeable potential to skyrocket in power compared to his peers, so i imagine his CT would also be head-turning in some way?

alternate jj.k idea for heem

i could see potential for sakura as a newer, influencable suguru recruit tbh. he's so broken and insecure, it would be so easy for suguru to sort of take the furin boys' place as a beacon of stability and belonging.

on one hand i think he would be very easy to connect with — non-sorcerers have treated him like garbage for his entire life, and that's exactly what suguru is trying to show people about them. but on the other hand, sakura has such a strong sense of morality that i don't think he would necessarily be manipulated that easily

so maybe he does get him on board in the beginning, but at one point (maybe after a more positive influence) sakura realizes this is all fucked up and tries to defect

going back to having a powerful CT, that would probably be why suguru would want to scoop him up before jujutsu society can

#ooc.#sakura meta.#imagine.... saku with a domain.....

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Writerly Questionnaire

thanks for the tag @willtheweaver :) i dont do tag games a whole lot bc… well idk. they scare me? but this one got my attention. mostly because it doesn’t involve sharing any of my actual writing.

About me:

When did you first start writing?

around 2013-14 i think. it was my freshman year of high school. i was recently introduced to one direction, and well…. the rest is history (i wrote bad harry styles fanfic which eventually evolved into fully original work)

Are the general themes you read different from the ones you write?

i would say no. i mostly like to read fantasy, and that’s mostly what i write, i think.

Is there an author/fellow writer you want to emulate, or one to whom you want to be compared?

in short, no. i have learned the hard way that comparing myself to others is the devil.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (room, coffee shop, desk, etc)

i’m generally in an old, peeling, faux-leather recliner, laptop in my lap, some mindless show on in the background, and then whatever i need right around me.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

ehhhhh idk honestly. just thinking about my story will stir up some motivation and inspiration if im not there yet. i just kind of sit with my doc open in front of me until something starts happening

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

in any way that you environment influences you, i suppose. not directly. certainly not on purpose. i don’t pull inspiration from it at least.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

there are probably some i don’t recognize as repeat offenders, but i think all of my stories have the main character incapacitated with pain while their love interest has to take care of them. i eat it up every time.

grief is often a key factor in my stories, but let’s not look to far into that.

My Characters:

Would you please tell me about your favorite character? (Current wip, past wip, never used)

right now, it’s scarlett :) she’s a bitey woman who likes to kill and torture, but she gets carried away too easily, so her girlfriend evie tries to show her how to control herself and how to appreciate death and killing as an art form

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

theoretically, all of them. they’re all amazing and i love them.

realistically, none of them. they’re messy and i’m a recluse that doesn’t like a lot of upset in my life

Which of your characters would you dislike most in real life?

anzurin. he’s one of those “sexy in fiction, a walking red flag in real life” kind of characters

Tell me about the process of coming up with one, all, or any of your characters.

truly, i don’t have much of a process. i generally get a quick idea or flash of inspiration for, say, a single scene, and then i build their character as i write it.

Do you notice any themes/traits about your characters?

the male love interests i write always worship the ground the main character walks on. women are almost always the focus. i love women

How do you picture them?” (as real people you imagined/as models/actors that exist in real life/as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc)

mmm i think i have that thing where you can’t picture stuff in your head. like i can come up with the features i want them to have, but i can’t see them. i can’t “picture” them.

i generally use whatever medium i can find - inspiration from real people, artwork i find, i have commissioned things before, picrews.

My writing:

What’s your reason for writing?

i don’t know, really. maybe i don’t have a reason. it just feels natural. as natural as breathing. like it’s exactly what i’m supposed to do with my life.

is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

my “readers” consist of one singular friend lol but she has said that im really good at building characters and making them feel real.

How do you want to be thought of by those that read your work? (for example, as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition as a talented worldbuilder, or a role model, etc)

i don’t want to be thought of. i would just be happy if my work was enjoyed. alas, i barely share it because, again, i don’t want to be thought of.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

my character building

What have you frequently been told your greatest writing strength is by others?

my character building :)

How do you feel about your writing? (answer in whatever way you interpret that question)

it varies. sometimes i feel like it’s not just good, it’s good enough (that’s a reference to ‘north of the border’ adam the sculptor). sometimes i feel like it’s great. sometimes i feel like i’ve lost it and will never write anything good again.

If you were the last person on earth, and knew that your writing would never be read, would you still write?

absolutely. as i said in another answer, writing is like breathing. i hardly share it as it is, so that’s not an issue at all.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? if it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

i think i mostly just write whatever i want. i fear that lately? i’ve been more conscious of what others might think/enjoy, but im trying to stop doing that. i write for me. i write because i enjoy it, and if i start trying to cater to others, i will no longer enjoy it.

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some of those were difficult to answer but this was a good time :)

i don’t know many of you have already done this, so if i tag anyone that has already done it, sorry :/ you don’t have to do it again

but i will tag a few no pressure tags: @autism-purgatory @finickyfelix @frostedlemonwriter @bluberimufim

#xena talks writing

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Can I give you more than one so you can choose in case none of them would be inspiring? But also if none of them are that's also fine

Spock&Sarek + vacation

McCoy&Sarek + tea

spones + Amanda

Ahhhh all of these prompts are so fun, thank you!! I may do all of them eventually lol, though it's probably not surprising which one I picked to do first ;) I already failed to just write 100 words lol but at least it's still short!

Sarek startles awake as Doctor McCoy suddenly appears next to his biobed. He watches with mild confusion as the doctor places a teapot and two cups down on the table next to his bed. It’s the first time he’s woken up since the surgery, and based on the lack of pain he’s currently feeling, it must have been a success.

McCoy glances at him, and upon realizing he’s awake says, “Forgive me, Ambassador – I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It is no matter.” He stares as McCoy pours the tea. “May I ask what you are doing?”

“I thought you might like some tea. Spock programmed a recipe for Vulcan spice tea into the replicator, and it’s pretty damn good in my opinion.” McCoy offers one of the cups, and Sarek takes it. “The Captain says I need to work on my bedside manner, so. Here I am.”

“I see.” Sarek looks into the cup, and then glances at his son lying in the biobed at the far end of the room. He’s still unconscious, and something in his chest tightens. “My son—?”

“He’s fine, despite his best efforts,” McCoy grumbles, and then checks himself. “Ah, sorry. His blood production rate is back to normal. And your heart is back to normal, too.”

“Then I must compliment you on your surgical skill, Doctor,” Sarek says. McCoy seems surprised by this, and Sarek reflects on their interactions thus far. He supposes he had been less than polite to the doctor when he had asked him why he had retired so early. While it had been because he did not want Amanda to learn about his heart condition, it was still inexcusable behavior. “As you probably already guessed, my heart condition is why I retired so early. Forgive me for not answering your question before.”

“Oh, it’s alright.” McCoy leaves briefly to place a cup of tea by Spock’s bed, and then returns to Sarek’s side. “It was probably insensitive of me to ask.”

“And yet that did not stop you from asking anyway,” Sarek says drily, realizing only after he’s said it that he should not tease McCoy as he would his wife.

But, to his surprise, McCoy grins. “You know, a lot of things make more sense now that I know you’re Spock’s father.”

Sarek blinks at him, unsure of his meaning. He glances over at his son again, who is starting to stir. McCoy also notices this and leaves Sarek’s side, fussing around Spock as he checks his biomonitor and hands him the teacup. He’s complaining about Spock taking unnecessary risks and giving McCoy an ulcer on purpose, which seems strange coming from a medical professional. But seeing the playfulness in Spock’s expression as he responds to McCoy in kind, Sarek realizes that he misinterpreted McCoy’s teasing from earlier.

He is gratified to see that Spock has such a close and valued friend.

Sarek takes a sip of tea. It’s good, and tastes just like the kind he makes from scratch at home. To think that his son programmed the replicator to produce an exact copy…

He feels warm, and tells himself it is merely because of the tea.

#star trek tos #sarek #leonard mccoy #journey to babel #ficlet #my writing #ken's 100th fic celebration

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@super-kame-love

Notes: Could be any universe mod/in uni/feudal. Up to you. Implied it is a world with demons/monsters and humans and they are aware of each other but the relationships aren’t that friendly. He’s a weird but a simple gollum like creature that Aina takes in lol

When Jiraiya decided to float down the mountain stream he wasn’t sure what to expect. The toads told him he wasn’t normal. He couldn’t be seen by humans. But he was curious to see them. His amphibious family always talked about humans and their strange ways. He didn’t want to stay on the mountain all his life. Just once… Once wouldn’t hurt.

Eventually he came across a farm. A pack seemed far too risky. The toads told him humans would hunt a thing like him. Whatever being a.. thing is. So maybe only one or two humans to observe would be okay.

He liked the human he came across. A girl. Hard working and quiet. She farmed during the day and retreated into a wooden structure at nighttime. He noticed she didn’t hunt. As a creature that mainly ate meat, Jiraiya didn’t understand.

So he brought her food. Maybe if he gave gifts then she would like him! Food good! He caught her a deer… but she was upset when he left it at the entrance of her wood cave. Eventually men from the village down the road hauled it off for her.

He tried a few things. Birds. Groundhogs. Fish… ah fish she liked! When he left fish she took it in.

Unfortunately his endeavours in fishing for a human as a token of friendship ended in getting caught. He caught a fish but something wasn’t right. A sharp object prodded his cheek and he had no choice but to follow it as it yanked him. When his head breached the water it stopped. He sat there… perched in a crouch at the river bank, fingers prying at the hook in his cheek. The human he grown fond of staring in disbelief.

He is a strange sight. He’s been told that he is a reject by his toad family. A large body like a mans with features that aren’t so human. Clawed hands and feet that are webbed. Bumps freckle his skin in places like how a toad has warty skin. A wide mouth full if sharp teeth. Horizontal flat pupils set in larger eyes. They can catch and reflect the smallest bit of light, making them quite eerie. Red markings that trail down his face. All wrapped in messy long white hair that drapes and clings to his large form.

While he struggled to pick the hook out his eyes didn’t leave his new friend. Eventually he did get it out and he placed the fish at her feet. He stares. Eyes fixated on her now that they were close to each other. He offered a gift. He only hopes she accepts it.

She did.

He kept coming back. Mouthful of fish that he dropped at her wood cave. The human was seemingly okay with him. He drops off food. She likes the food. She lets him wander around the farm. Everything was quite new to a lonely mountain demon. Human tools. Human habits. Human structures. She didn’t speak toad. Eventually she got him something called clothes. Apparently it isn’t normal to be naked. It seemed to fluster her whenever he stood up in all his naked glory.

“Kii…mooohhh…” Jiraiya sounds out. “No!”

He beams a bright smile full of his teeth. His fingers pointing to the article of clothing she gave him. Human words are still new to him. His nice human, called Aina he learned, invited him into her wood cave. He was hunched over something called a table in a room meant for eating. She was doing something called cooking. The smells were new. He didn’t quite get it. But he was just happy to be here.

Getting up Jiraiya decided to observe. He loomed over Aina’s back, watching her stir something in another something called a pot. He liked being close to her. As he stares he chirps some of the first words of human he ever learned.

“What doing?”

#kame ❤️#closed thread #monster au #leaves things at ur door like a barn cat 💀#hes doing his best

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Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 15

A/N: One day I will update my masterlist. Today is not that day😅 This is also unedited LOL

Warnings: betrayal, fleeing from danger, reference to guns, depictions of guns, reference to past violence, reference to past threats, threats, reference to violence/on-going battles…I think that’s it?

My Masterlist | Taglist Info or Taglist Request Form | Mirth’s Ebenezer masterlist

Superhero ground their teeth. Their head pounded miserably and they were certain a permanent scowl had etched itself upon their face. One thought kept pestering their exhausted mind, a constant nag that picked at them until their memories bled before their unseeing eyes. They’d called for back-up. They’d explained the desperate situation they were in but help hadn’t come.

“Here we are,” Baron said, breaking Superhero from his thoughts. “Home sweet home…for now, anyway.”

Even his usual smarminess had given way to a bland exhaustion the farther he drove into the countryside. They’d driven for so long, Superhero had wondered briefly if Baron was actually working with Supervillain and taking them hostage. The concern eventually faded, as did the ready twitch of their fingers around the grip of their rifle stood between their legs, ready if need be as the threat of pursuers and betrayers hung thick in the air.

In the backseat, Mirth finally stirred at Baron’s statement. Superhero hadn’t been able to tell if she’d actually fallen asleep or if she was merely resting her eyes, fighting a mental battle of her own. Baron hadn’t said anything either, though Superhero had noticed his eyes were on Mirth in the rear view mirror almost as much as they were on the road.

“Wherearewe?” she mumbled, blinking and swiveling her head around.

Superhero watched as the dense forestland on either side of the gravel road forked up ahead.

“Somewhere Supervillain won’t find us,” Baron replied, directing the car down the left side of the fork. “Or at least, that’s my hope.”

“Who else knows about this place?” Superhero questioned. Eyeing their surroundings from beneath furrowed brows, they found themselves believing Baron when he said that no one did. He was the only one who knew the place he was taking them to.

“And technically speaking,” Baron added as the car turned down a path that was hardly wide enough for Superhero’s SUV to fit down. Already Superhero imaged the scratches in the paint, left behind by the spindly branches and thorny bushes on either side of the decidedly not a driveway as Baron defended himself for their unspoken skepticism. “This cabin doesn’t even exist.”

“So you’ve been committing tax fraud too?”

“Obviously,” the criminal nearly snarled. “How else was I supposed to keep this place a secret? Buy the land, pay property taxes, apply for building permits? Everyone knows that information’s public information.”

“All I’m saying is that the safe house Whitemire and the court set us up with wasn’t supposed to be found either,” Superhero sighed. “I think we all just need to rest and regroup, then maybe—”

“Can we skip the ‘maybe’ part for now and just stick with the ‘rest and regroup’ bit?” Mirth’s strained voice interrupted from the backseat. “I really don’t want to talk about any of this right now, unless we’re going to talk about what sort of sleeping arrangements and the plumbing situation at this cabin of yours is, Baron.”

Superhero caught Baron’s eye before his gaze flicked to Mirth in the rear view mirror. “It’s got septic and well, and as for the sleeping arrangements…there’s only one bed.”

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Baron didn’t dare look at Superhero as the stiff silence was broken by their scoff. Keeping their focus on winding the truck down the correct paths, as he’d carved a maze of them through this stretch of the forest to ensure no one ever found his cabin. And he certainly hadn’t ever considered the fact that he might bring people here one day. This was supposed to be his last resort hideaway if things ever went south.

“In my defense, I never planned on bringing people here,” he muttered. Shaking his head to clear the irritated clouds from his mind, Baron said, “We’ll just take turns sleeping, that’s all there is to it. Beside, it’s probably a good idea to keep a watch anyway. Just in case.”

Neither hero argued. It wasn’t a surprise to him that Mirth hadn’t, but what him raising his brows was the fact that Superhero hadn’t. But there wasn’t any time to figure out why. The final marker he’d hidden in the trees pointed the way down the last turn before they were pulling up to the plain log cabin.

“Home at last,” Baron said lightly, attempting to steer their moods toward something not so grim.

“I’ll take first watch,” Superhero said decisively. “You and Mirth should—”

“Mirth, you can take the bed. I’ll stay up and stand watch too,” Baron interrupted, catching Superhero’s eye as he put the car in park. “There’re a few security details we should go over so you’re not surprised.”

“Fine.”

Silently, the three of them hauled themselves out of the truck and grabbed their scant belongings. Baron relinquished the SUV’s keys to Superhero, cringing at the scowl etched onto their face. He made quick work of leaving them and Mirth behind to unlock the cabin. Letting the door swing open, he let Mirth and Superhero enter first flicking the light on behind them and closing the door firmly as they all lingered in the entryway.

Nodding toward the hallway across the way, Baron said, “The bedroom’s that way. It should be in pretty decent shape. I tried to keep this place from becoming unkept. If not, the cleaning supplies are under the kitchen sink.”

“Thanks,” Mirth said quietly. “Are you two sure you’re—”

“Get some rest, Mirth. That’s an order,” Sueprhero grumbled. “You need it after using your power so much.”

Mirth nodded. Her head hung as she turned and silently made her way toward the sole bedroom. Baron glanced between the pair as Mirth retreated. Superhero didn’t even look at him until a few seconds had passed after they heard the bedroom door squeak closed again.

“I’ve never seen her like this,” they said at last. “I’m worried about her.”

“That’s saying something,” Baron agreed. “I was already concerned, but now I’m really worried. You don’t seem the type to get anxious easily.”

“I think she’s right. There has to be two moles, or at least one and another victim of extortion.”

“So that’s it, then?” Baron hissed, “You’re just going to say you’re concerned about Mirth and then move on to the case at hand?”

“What do you want me to do, Baron? There’s nothing either of us can do for Mirth right now. When she’s ready, she’ll open up.”

Baron crossed his arms over his chest. “All right, then. What are we supposed to do now?”

“Figure out how Supervillian knew where we were and who the leaked the holiday schedule, because as far as I know no one in the court system should’ve known that schedule and, to my knowledge, no one in the Agency should’ve known the about the safe house, as that’s all handled by the court.”

Baron blew out a breath and flopped down on the couch. “So, there really are two moles. Huh. I guess the heroes really are lacking morality.”

Superhero scoffed, dropping in the armchair across from them. “Neither of us can talk about morality without throwing stones in our glass houses, but at least we’re not Supervillain.”

“At least there’s that,” Baron agreed, his mind turning with Superhero’s suspicions and what it could mean for the battle ahead if they proved to be right.

“We’re gonna need more fire power if we want to take down Supervillain,” he said absently.

“Or one weak link…” Superhero said thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, at the Agency:

Total chaos reigned. Superhero’s call for aid had gone unanswered as Supervillain’s forces swarmed both the court and the Agency’s offices, dividing the heroes beyond their abilities in the fight for their very survival.

Mirth’s Ebenezer Taglist: @heroes-villains-side-blog @selene-stories @violetcancerian @kaiwewi @averyconfusedhuman Just let me know if you’d like to be added or removed (no reason necessary!) You can also add yourself using this handy dandy form 😊

Part 16

#writeblr #writing community #hero x villain #heroes and villains #hero x superhero #Mirth's Ebenezer #Mirth's Ebenezer series

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thenotsosecretdiaryofbiyu · 2 months

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2024年8月5日-- Calligraphy at National University of Tainan, Archery at Ten Drums, Performance, and Night Market

Today was a big day– we moved to Tainan! Thankfully, it wasn’t too far away, only about an hour. So, it was no time until we began our first activity of the day– Calligraphy at the National University of Tainan! We were very fortunate to have had the wonderful opportunity to have Yeh Laoshi (different Yeh Laoshi, this one is a man) teach us how to do some calligraphy!!! He showed us the basics, and then let us practice some on our own on some practice paper, before letting us do some calligraphy on our own paper 團扇 (round fans)! Super funny thing though, is that he was going around complimenting everyone, but I didn't get a single compliment on mine LOL. At one point he even came over, showed me how to properly write the characters using the brush, and told me my technique was all wrong LOLOLOLOL. Mine definitely didn't turn out the greatest, but I did the best I could do, and that's okay. Everyone at the university was super welcoming, and we even got to meet another professor who worked in the calligraphy department, and the president of the university herself (who sat in to do calligraphy with us)!!!

Funny anecdote is that the classical Chinese radical for "heart/心" looks strikingly similar to certain types of doodles. A lot of people in the class were giggling when he drew it, and he stopped and explained that it was NOT that, while making an "x" with his arms. But even he noticed the resemblance, and started laughing when he demonstrated how to draw it again on the overheard XD. After we drew on the calligraphy (I chose the Chinese word for "eternity"), he helped us put traditional stamps onto our fans! Then after our fans were completed, the university provided us lunch! It was a tasty bento box and lightly sweetened black tea! There were three different kinds of meat for the omnivores and veggie bentos for us veggies! There was also a bit of a giveaway, where the first person to raise their hand and say the question correctly got to pick a hand-painted fan by Yeh Laoshi or the other professor with us (sorry, I don't remember her name)! I didn't win either of them though, Eli and Jasmine got them because of how fast they were smh. But Yeh Laoshi sent us home with beautiful hand-painted red magnets that he wrote on himself with the character "福" on it!

Scary tidbit is that the college walls had bullet holes from the Second World War.

After we said our goodbyes, we got on the bus and went to a sugar cane museum (an old factory) named Ten Drums! We went to watch a performance, but before the show we had a few minutes, so I used the bathroom. By the time I got out, everyone else was gone except Yeh Laoshi and Chief, so I followed them over to the archer field! It was my first time ever using a bow, so I was super pathetic at it, but Chief explained how to use it and I got the hang of it and shot an 8 pointer! My beginner's luck lasted for a bit, but eventually I started missing the shots again lol. But it was also Yeh Laoshi's first time too, so she wasn't much better than me hehe. I think I actually ended up winning? But ehh, it doesn't really count imo.

After our quick round, we rejoined with the others to watch a performance by Cross Metal! They were really good, except omg they were a bit dramatic, to put it lightly LOL. So many times they made very dramatic faces and poses, it’s just hard to explain. They were definitely good though, and afterwards we were able to all take a picture with them! Andy tried to stir up trouble though and told them that "we" (as in only the girls) thought they were all attractive. I wanted to smack him so much (but I restrained myself).

Afterwards, Yeh Laoshi, Chief, Amy, and I went to go play some drums! We made a few mistakes, but the teacher was kind and didn’t acknowledge them, and there were only like six of us altogether in the lesson, so it was just a relaxed, good time! After the drums, Chief and Yeh Laoshi went on their own way, while Amy and I met up with some of the others to walk around a bit.

After leaving Ten Drums, we finally made our way over to our new hotel! It's really nice and fortunately (or unfortunately for my wallet), there's a stationery store right next door! I went in because I really wanted to get some letter paper and some calligraphy materials, and although I ended up getting the letter paper, I accidentally bought some useless stuff that ended up NOT being calligraphy stuff whatsoever (I bought a pen I thought was calligraphy, when it was more akin to a regular pen smhhhh and I bought a little book that ended up not being a book for calligraphy but just a regular notebook styled after calligraphy AHHHH).

I distracted myself from the pain of my mistakes by going to the night market to get some din-din (dinner) with my buddies! I got some roasted corn, two slabs of tofu, and a milk tea! All super tasty! I also got these mini pancake sandwiches (a chocolate, red bean, and butter one) and they were not that good… but that's okay. I got home and then I've been typing away ever since!

Academic Reflection

I had no idea whatsoever that the folded fan (折扇) was actually originally from Japan, and not China! Usually most things like this travel the other way around, with cultural aspects/literature/clothing styles originating in China before being spread to other places like Korea and Japan. This happened with the writing system, which was widely used in Korea and Japan. Korea however, had one of its rulers create a new alphabet for the country, but Japan still uses very many Chinese characters in its modern script (just sometimes with different meanings and of course different pronunciations, etc.). It is my understanding that Japanese traditional dress (i.e. the "Kimono") actually has origins in Chinese culture from the Wu Dynasty. Many other things are this way too, such as the Lunar New Year, which appears to have originated in China during the Shang Dynasty about 4000 years ago. This holiday is now celebrated in many different parts of East Asia.

Scary note is that when I was leaving, a jet soared close to the ground above the National University of Tainan. I was explaining to Amy that a certain government (that is very close by and has tense relationships with the country we are currently in) recently has been sending fighter jets to soar through Taiwan to scare the population, when one of the professors who escorted us out explained to us that the one we just saw was Taiwan's. She explained that Taiwan has been sending out jets of its own to fly around the island a few times each day, to help show that Taiwan wasn't scared of the threat.

#calligraphyiscoolbutthestationerystoreisgatekeepingmydreams

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A Soul For a Soul

a/n: i think at this point im just writing too much lol but anyways: ANGST. this is angst, that's it. that's the plot. ~angst~. so people liked my best friend reader x yelena fics so i decided to uhhh do the opposite? if thats what this is lol

warnings: as said above, this is angst. long. also terribly written lmao. gif not mine

tw: mentions of suicide and self hate.

word count: 3.3k

taglist: @coolbeans32

prompt: the world needed natasha, yelena needed her favorite sister back, and you - you knew how to make that happen. but at what cost? (reminder: hawkeye takes place a year and two months after endgame- at least that's what i heard so thats what im using)

pairing(s): yelena x sister!reader; natasha x sister!reader; kate x reader; thor x platonic!reader; guardians of the galaxy x platonic!reader

You stood on the ledge, hands in your pockets as you gazed down below. So this is where she died. Where Natasha decided to sacrifice herself for the greater good. Resentment stirred in your stomach. Normally, being at this height would make your head light and vision blurry but today- today your mind was clear. You knew what you had to do. Closing your eyes, you took a step back away from the cliff, letting the memoires wash over you one last time.

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It was like being hit by a truck when everyone but Natasha came back from the Time Heist. You couldn't move from you spot, curled up against the wall - knees to your chest, for what seemed like hours. Clint explained what had happened. How he tried to stop her but she wouldn't let him. But all you could think of was how you were alone. Both of your sisters - gone, in only the span of five years. You didn't let yourself cry in front of the Avengers. You wouldn't let them think you weaker than they already did. But that night, your body was wracked with sobs, air desperately trying to fill your lungs. She was gone. Really, truly gone. The walls felt like they were caving in, trapping you alone in your sadness. What were you going to do now?

Bruce brought everyone back. Later, you were told that Yelena's first thought after reappearing was Natasha. She never mentioned you.

The battle happened. Everything went by in a blur. Thanos was defeated, Tony sacrificed himself. Now you had lost your sister and one of your only friends. You left immediately for NYC, finding an affordable apartment, trying to get some sense of normalcy. And for a while, you found her. Kate Bishop. One day, while you were sitting in a cafe, she walked in - wearing a sweatshirt covered in what looked like ash. The lady behind the register laughed.

"Kate Bishop, did you burn your breakfast again?" Kate nodded her head sheepishly before sitting in the booth you were in, obviously exhausted. She banged her head on the table before looking up and practically jumping out of her skin when she saw you. You waved awkwardly. Kate smiled nervously.

"Uh...hi? OH! I'm so sorry, I'll move-" You shook your head, for some reason, you didn't want her to leave.

"No! Uh, I mean, no it's- it's fine." You smiled softly at Kate, who grinned back at you, "I'm [name]. You're Kate Bishop?" She laughed and nodded.

"I'm kind of a regular here. Everytime I convince myself, 'maybe the cereal won't catch fire this time' and try to make my own breakfast, my smoke alarm is going off and I end up here. I'm not complaining though- their pancakes are kick ass." After that, you and Kate formed a quick friendship, which quickly led to more. You had been dating for a year before you heard the rumors. A Black Widow had been hired to kill Hawkeye. And she was coming to New York. Using every means necessary, you tried to get Yelena to notice you. To get her to visit. But she never came. Eventually, you stopped, not wanting your sister to control your new life. But when Kate met Clint Barton, started working with him, your life shattered. Kate told you of Natasha's sister, Yelena, who had broken into Kate's apartment. They had mac n' cheese together. Yelena warned Kate to stay out of her way. She threatened your girlfriend.

In the end, you made it to the party, desperately looking through the crowds of people evacuating for Kate and or your sister. What you found broke your heart. Yelena beating the crap out of Clint, calling him pathetic, until he did the whistle. The sound that acted as a barrier between you and your two sisters. You heard Yelena sob before proclaiming how much she loved Natasha and how she was all Yelena had. All at once, every thought of you not being enough resurfaced. You weren't the one Yelena wanted. It was Natasha. Natasha would always be Yelena's favorite sister, while you stood on the sidelines doing anything to get your big sister's attentions. A thought sparked through your mind, a phrase Clint had said. A soul for a soul. Turning around before your sister or Clint could see you, you pulled out your transponder, sending a message to Thor, who had been hanging with the self proclaimed Guardians of the Galaxy for the past year. They had all regularly checked up on you, constantly offering you a place on the team. But after meeting Kate, you rejected the offer each time.

"[Name]!" You heard your girlfriend's voice echo through the streets, her footsteps running up to you, "I was so worried about you! You weren't returning my calls and everything was going to shit and I didn't know if you were okay-" You cut her off with a tight hug before bringing her head down for a kiss. Slow and deep, you savored the taste of your girlfriend. You knew it would be one of the last times you would ever kiss.

"I love you." You murmured, Kate's face blushing before she pecked your cheek and tightened the hug. You pulled away, taking a deep breath.

"I- I have to go on a trip for a while." You forced out, watching as Kate's face twisted into an expression of confusion.

"Wha-why? Now?" Her voice held an edge of panic to it so you cupped her face with your palms, looking into her eyes.

"Kate, I-" you sighed, before telling Kate everything. Well, not everything. Just that you were the forgotten sibling of Natasha and Yelena, that you had no idea that any of this would happen, and that you needed to see the spot your sister died. For closure. Surprisingly, Kate wasn't angry. She understood why you hadn't told her. Which made your heart hurt worse.

In the evening, you heard the sounds of a space ship hovering above your apartment building. You grabbed your bag, packed so Kate wouldn't worry, and turned to go to the roof. Arms wrapped around your waist and you felt a kiss on the neck.

"Come back safe okay?" You turned towards your girlfriend, who had a look on her face you couldn't describe.

"Don't worry, I'll be back for Christmas at Clint's farm." That seemed to satisfy Kate, who let you go. You pecked her lips one last time before turning and walking out the door. Thor was waiting for you when you walked out, the giant of a man scooping you into a giant hug.

"It is so good to see you again [Name]! How are you?" You lied, saying you were fine, and boarded. In a flash of light, you were approaching Vormir.

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And that's how you ended up here. Standing on the very spot where Natasha leaped off the edge - all for a glowing orange stone. You had decided it was time when a voice sounded from behind you.

"In all my years, I've never seen anyone jump without asking for the stone," The Red Skull floated beside you, his cloak flaring around in the wind, "But you do request something in return." You set your shoulders back, chin up.

"A soul for a soul? Isn't that the deal you have here? I'll give you mine if you bring her back." The Red Skull nodded, understanding what you were asking.

"Natalia Romanova. The one who sacrificed herself in love for Clint Barton. You wish to bring her back. You must know child, I do not make the rules. If the One Who Sees All approves, they will take your offer. If not, then you will have left everyone who you love and who loves you, alone." You hung your head, shrugging.

"I wouldn't be missed that much anyways."

"You can't possibly believe that." Rocket's voice startled you, making you turn around. The Guardians all stood behind you, their faces ones of shock and sadness. Thor stepped forward.

"[Name], I understand it's been hard-"

"No you don't!" You yelled, every emotion bubbling to the surface, causing tears to fill your eyes, "You don't know what it's like to always be the third choice. Not even the second! I was never seen growing up, it was always 'Natasha this' or 'Yelena that'! In the Red Room, Natasha was the prodigy who escaped, Yelena was the greatest assassin after our sister and me? Me?! I'm the one Dreykov had killed, the only reason I survived wasn't because of my skill but because the Widow assigned to me hesitated. I survived because of a fault in the programming. None of them looked for me! They knew I was alive and they. didn't. look. for. me! Natasha, figured out I was alive when she walked into SHIELD for the first time and saw me there. I was at SHIELD first but she," You sobbed, "She was everyone's favorite. Fury's favorite, Coulson's favorite, Hill's favorite. She was the first choice for the Avengers Initiative. She didn't even talk to me unless she had to! We only grew close after Thanos beCAUSE I WAS THE ONLY ONE THERE! I WAS THERE FOR HER AND SHE STILL JUMPED. SHE TOLD CLINT HE HAD A FAMILY BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? DID I NOT MATTER? I WASN'T ENOUGH, I WON'T BE ENOUGH UNTIL I BRING HER BACK. Yelena didn't even care about me when she came back. Her only thought was Natasha, she never thought to think how I was doing - her younger sister who had lost both of her older sisters. She didn't visit me. I had thought we had grew close after the fall of the Red Room but apparently not. Guys, I'm-I'm tired. I'm tired of my family casting me away. The world needs Natasha, Yelena needs Natasha. She doesn't want me - she never has. I won't be anyone's third choice anymore." When you finished your rant, tears were streaming down your face, and everyone - including the Red Skull- looked shocked. Rocket took a step forward.

"What about Kate? Are you her third choice? How will this affect her?" You swallowed back a sob at Rocket's question, shaking your head and looking away.

"Kate- Kate is strong...She'll get over me quickly and find someone better." Peter scoffed.

"Okay fine, you want your family to stop casting you away? Let us become your new family. [Name], you wouldn't be our third choice - ever. And Kate? She could never find anyone as amazing as you are. So come with us okay?" He held out a hand, "Kate can come with us - I'm sure she'll love to see space." You chuckled, imagining Kate's face pressed against the windows of the Milano, watching in amazement as stars blurred by. You nodded, stepping towards Peter, taking his hand. The entire group seemed to let out a breath. You let yourself walk with them for a few feet, with each step you could practically feel the stress leaving their bodies.

You almost changed your mind.

But then the flashes happened. The flashes of Yelena's disappointed face when you came back, after the Guardians eventually tell her what you were going to do. You imagined her asking you why? Why didn't you do it. So, you took a deep breath and looked around you, at the people, the only ones, who would probably miss you. Warmth blossomed in your chest, thankful for these last moments with the ones who cared. But all good things must end.

Just as you were about to cross the threshold of Vormir's entry, you pushed Thor's hand away from yours, twisting his arm back with all your strength. The God of Thunder let out a surprised grunt, the Guardians taking a step back as the tall man tumbled forward. You took a step back before turning around and running full speed towards the edge.

It was like time stopped turning. You could hear the Guardians behind you, each one rushing to grab you. You heard Quill power on his rockets, propelling him forward. You slid to the ground, quickly spinning around and using Peter's body, you kicked him back while flipping off the edge. You let your body relax, feeling the wind rushing behind your back, curling around you like one last hug. You saw Nebula reaching her arm off the cliff, a failed attempt to grab you. Rocket sat on the edge, his eyes full of regret as he watched you fall to your death. There was nothing you could do. You were already dead.

Before you hit the ground, you swore you saw Natasha beside you. You could feel her shaking your body - screaming no over and over. But you blinked and she was gone. The last thing you saw was the brightest light you've ever seen rising into the sky, exploding into a multitude of colors - illuminating the horizon with your soul.

Then...nothing.

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Kate stood outside Clint's farm, watching the sky for any trace of your return. She had been at the Barton family residence for hours, patiently - okay fine - anxiously awaiting your return.

"Kate Bishop, staring at the sky isn't going to make her arrive any faster." Yelena's voice startled Kate.

"Oh come on, you can't blame me for being excited! It's Christmas! Plus, she's your sister Yelena. You should be waiting with me! Aren't you one bit excited to see her again?" Yelena acted indifferent for a moment before smiling.

"I am, Kate Bishop, it has been a while since I've seen my little sister. But I will wait where there is food and warmth." Kate laughed before nodding.

"Okay, okay. I'll come inside." Looking one last time into the sky, Kate walked into the house, where Clint, Laura, and their kids sat at the table, laughing at a story Clint was telling. Kate and Yelena sat down, leaving a seat in between them. Conversation flowed easily but each second felt like an hour to Kate, who's leg wouldn't stop bouncing from excitement. Suddenly, a large gust of wind burst into the room, rattling dishes and creaking the home's foundations. There was a bright burst of light and a figure stepped out. The room went quiet. Yelena felt tears and joy building up in her chest.

"Nat-Natasha?" The Black Widow looked confused but welcomed her sister as the blonde barreled into her, grasping her tightly into a hug.

"A miracle." Clint whispered in awe. The next few minutes were full of joy stained tears and lengthy but quick explanations. Kate stood apart from the group, waiting for her widow to show up. Soon, the group heard the Milano land next to the house. Kate sprinted out, Yelena and Natasha right behind her. Nat was the only one who felt dread building inside of her when you didn't walk off the ship. Kate looked behind the Guardians, oblivious to their somber and angry expressions.

"Where's [name]? Is she using the bathroom or something?" At the Guardians silence, Kate laughed nervously, no humor in her tone.

"Come-come on guys where is she? This isn't funny." Kate's voice was full of panic, her chest felt tight and her breaths labored. Clint placed his hand on Kate's shoulder, worry filling face. Yelena stepped towards the Guardians, annoyance flaring in her eyes.

"Where is our sister?" She asked, her voice hard as Natasha placed a hand on her arm.

"Yel-"

"Oh, so now you care about her!" Rockets incredulous exclamation shocked the two Widows. No Guardian made a move to stop Rocket's rant.

"What about when Dreykov tried to kill her? Did you care about her then? Or when everyone was dusted? Did you even try to be there for her? Or when Natasha died!" Yelena's eyes grew wide and she started to shake her head rapidly, fearful of what Rocket was about to say, "You were never there for her! You weren't her family!"

"How dare you-" Yelena started but Natasha brought her hand up to silence the angry blonde.

"Rocket." Her voice was chilly, like she was encasing all her emotions in ice and packing them far inside her mind - protecting her from what she was about to hear, "Where. Is. [Name]." Rocket let out a sob, his normally tough exterior cracking, showing his vulnerable heart to the world.

"Where do you think?" Came Nebula's rough voice, her fists clenched and body stiff as Gamora held her sister back from pouncing, "We went to Vormir. She- she said she wanted to see where you died." Kate was rapidly shaking her head, shoving her hands in her coat pocket. It's just a bad dream, you'll wake up any second now. She kept telling herself. Tears were building up in her eyes, flowing over and streaming down her face. Yelena was practically rocking back and forth on her heels, arms wrapped around herself as if to protect her. Gamora stepped forward, in front of Nebula, her eyes hard yet also full of pity.

"Vormir requires a soul sacrifice for the Soul Stone but-" She swallowed, shaking her head and making direct eye contact with Natasha, "for every person sacrificed, their soul can be retrieved, by another giving up their life- permanently. That's what [name] did for you Natasha. She thought," Gamora's voice broke, her own cool exterior falling apart, "She thought this would make everyone happier. You were always the favorite, she said. She thought she didn't matter enough to anyone, that she wasn't worth anything except bringing you back. Why would you push her to this?" Towards the end, Gamora had started to yell. Her voice broke on every word, like her heart was projecting it's sadness. At the silence of Natasha and Yelena, Gamora yelled.

"Don't you understand? She's gone! [Name] is dead and it's all your fault! Your sister is dead!" Gamora leaned her head on Peter's shoulder, "She's dead."

Kate fell to the ground, her body shaking from the sobs wracking her form. With trembling hands, she reached inside her pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

"Kid..." Clint tried to place a comforting hand on Kate's shoulder but she slapped it away. She glared at the two Widows before standing up and walking away. Yelena stared at the ground, her mouth trembling as sobs threatened to break out. Natasha clawed at her chest, angry at the universe, angry at herself, angry at her soul. She moved her hands up to her head as memories flashed by. Your first birthday, your first mission, the day you saw her at SHIELD - eyes full of hope that was crushed when she walked away indifferent. Collapsing to the ground, Natasha clasped the area where her heart was and raising her head to the sky, released a scream so loud, it shook both Heaven and Hell, making even the most powerful beings look away in sorrow. Yelena just whispered, "My fault, my fault, not again, I can't do this again," over and over.

As Kate walked to her car, she heard Natasha's scream. Shaking her head, she collapsed in the drivers seat, sobbing into her hands. A light gust of wind blew through the vehicle. I'm sorry, my love. Through her tears, Kate opened the box, revealing a sparkling silver ring, simple yet elegant. As the light breeze circled around her, Kate felt as if you were sitting next to her. She swallowed.

"I had a whole speech planned, [name], a whole plan," she laughed through her tears, "I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, why- why would you?" She broke down into tears, not able to finish her sentence. I would've said yes, a voice whispered in her ear, sounding like yours. Thinking her grieving mind was playing a trick on her, Kate wiped away her tears and put her seatbelt on. But when she looked out the window, she saw a figure in the horizon - glowing the colors of a sunset. You raised your hand and waved one last time before dissolving into light, once again painting the horizon with your soul.

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Part 2 of Expectations pt.3

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You can’t be married to someone for two years without gaining some sense of normalcy. True, your life had been forever changed the day you received the call that your father and brother had died, but today you felt normal, secure.

You, like any other housewife, woke up every day to the gentle breathing of your husband, got ready, and went about whatever tasks you had set aside for yourself that day. Sometimes Seonghwa would be home in the evenings to eat with you, perhaps indulging in your rights as husband and wife. Sometimes he would not be home till the early hours of the morning, but this didn’t bother you, as true to his word on your wedding night he was a true husband, kissing your forehead as you slept before crawling into bed alongside you. Late nights were to be expected in his line of work anyway.

Seonghwa had even asked you if you wanted to return to university. You declined, not seeing the point anymore, it’s not like you would ever be able to work anywhere. Because your new normal also included an extensive security detail when you were out and about. Applying for a job would be difficult with an armed guard waiting outside the building.

Occasionally, you found spots of red on Seonghwa’s crisp white shirts or on the soles of his leather shoes. Sometimes flashes of silver gun metal could be seen from his waistband or the friends he would bring home from time to time. Dwelling on that would do you no good. If Seonghwa kept his promise to you, you could do the same for him. Even if it sent chills through your body. For someone raised in this life, you had never quite gotten used to the sight of blood.

It took about a year, one day you walked into the kitchen, Seonghwa stood at the counter, raising a cup of too-sweet coffee to his lips and the gold from his wedding band twinkled in the afternoon sun. You were stunned because such a simple moment had sent a stir of warmth through your chest and a smile to your lips. The day had come, you fell in love with your husband.

You didn’t speak these words out loud at the time, but when you eventually did Seonghwa had only chuckled at you and took your hand lead it to his lips, and brushed a kiss across your knuckles. Seonghwa usually had such a way with words, but to you, this single action spoke volumes. But later that same evening, those words fell past his lips as his hips slowly and deeply thrust into yours, savoring the moment as his hand slid into yours. All he said was a simple yet perfect “I love you.” Before kissing you oh so tenderly.

It was moments like those that let you forget. Forget your circumstance, forget how all this came about, forget more than anything that every day the world would have one less life because of Park Seonghwa.

Being married to someone for two years means that you notice certain things about their behavior, and most importantly when something is wrong.

When your driver had pulled into your garage you were pleasantly surprised to find Seonghwa’s sleek black sports car already parked there. It was early evening, sooner than he would be home on most nights. You dismissed your chauffeur with a smile as your made your way inside. Pushing open the door your very first clue that something was wrong was the sound of multiple voices coming from deeper in the house. Seonghwa usually avoided bringing home work, for obvious reasons, but it wasn’t uncommon for the other members of the inner circle to be present at dinner from time to time. But the unusually low voices were far different from the somewhat raucous noise they usually brought with them.

“Seonghwa? Where are you?” You called hanging up your coat by the door. The voices came to an abrupt halt, and if that wasn’t enough of a tell, Seonghwa's rigid tone when he next spoke was.

“In the living room, darling.” You heard his voice reply.

Your shoes clacked on the hardwood as you made your way down the hall, standing in the archway leading to the living room you gazed upon the scene. Hongjoong, San, and Yeosang sat strewn about the room, faces hard. You turned and saw your husband occupying his usual armchair by the fire, legs crossed, looking up at you. When you entered the others in the room smiled at you politely but none of it reached their eyes.

You offered a smile in return but quickly turned back to your husband with a questioning look. When he said nothing you spoke.

“What’s wrong?” You tried to sound casual but your thoughts betrayed you. At that Seonghwa’s face morphed into his usually calm and collected demeanor.

“Nothings wrong darling, how about we start dinner.” He replied with the perfect mask of assurance, but it was too late. When he stood you walked to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.

“Seonghwa please, don’t patronize me, tell me what’s going on.” You spoke, trying to be as tender as possible, he didn’t seem to be in a good mood.

“Seonghwa-“ Hongjoong’s voice sounded from the couch, a hint of reasoning in his voice. Seonghwa dropped his perfect mask to a stern one.

“No, there is no reason to get her involved with this.” He spoke with finality, head whipping to his boss. Across the room, San spoke.

“She is already involved whether you like it or not.” He grumbled, staring down at the floor with distaste. You would never say you were particularly close with any member of Ateez, but you had become a part of their life and them a part of yours. Seonghwa cared for you, so they treated you kindly and would take care of you if necessary as well. So you could tell that whatever it was, San wasn’t exactly happy that you were involved.

“What am I involved with?” You asked, turning back to Seonghwa. His gaze shot down to yours. Taking your forearms into his hands he gazed intently into your eyes and said almost willing it to be true with every word.

“Nothing we can’t handle.”

At that Hongjoong let out a sigh. It was silent for a moment. You stared at your Husband with wide and pondering eyes, as though his face held the answers you were looking for. He looked at you with an expression you had never seen him wear before. Something too close to fear for comfort.

Yeosang broke the silence, speaking for the first time,

“She has a right to know.” He spoke calmly, though with a hint of resignation. You didn’t look at him, only started into Seonghwa’s eyes as you saw slowly, second by second as his resolution crumbled. He let out a sigh, sinking back into his chair and rubbing his brow, and pulled you into his lap with his free hand. Public displays of affection were not his strong suit, but it seemed whatever emotion he was feeling was strong enough to override that as he looped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

You looked out into the room at the other men, Seonghwa had clearly signaled his defeat but didn’t seem to want to be the one to explain. The fire cracked as a log began to crumble, the small noise was deafening in the silence.

You turned to Hongjoong, and gave an expectant “well?”

Hongjoong glanced to your husband again, checking one last time for any interruption. When none came he finally spoke.

“We are having a problem with the territory we took control over when you married Seonghwa.” He said.

“It seems that someone has been talking to them, convincing them that our control isn’t valid because you were never the rightful leader in the first place. Whoever it is that is telling them this has them convinced that your father promised them control upon his death.” He concluded.

“But that’s not true.” You replied although it sounded silly when you said it.

“Of course, I know that, and you know that. But the issue is, we have no way to prove it. It’s not like your father wrote in his will ‘the leadership of my illegal business will pass to my next of kin’ and even if we did I’m not sure it would do much at this point. Some of your old men have completely turned against us, we’ve already had several violent altercations with these groups.”

At this San spoke up.

“We can’t risk an all-out war with them, it might turn more of them to their side than before. It’s a hard situation that is going to require a lot of delicacies.”

Finally, Yeosang cleared his throat, you turned to him with expectant eyes.

“We have reason to believe that their main target is you.”

These words above all else made your blood run cold. Seonghwa’s hand tightened around your waist in comfort to both you and himself.

“You see, the only real thing connecting them, to us is you. With you out of the picture, theoretically, they are free to do as they please.”

You sat staring straight at Yeosang for several moments. Both waiting for him to continue and wishing he wouldn’t. When nothing else came you swallowed harshly. Looking back at Hongjoong you spoke.

“Why now? It’s been years since then?“ you asked with a shaky voice. Hongjoong’s eyes shown and the slightest hint of a melancholy smile brushed his lips.

“That’s the question isn’t it.”

You pondered what you had just been told for several minutes, subconsciously taking the hand that gripped your waist like a vice.

“What do you need from me?” You asked. But before anyone could answer,

“No, absolutely not. This is the exact reason I didn’t want you telling her.” Seonghwa practically growled at the room, squeezing your hand so hard it stung. When you winced the grip loosened but not by much.

“Seonghwa, she could be of use, if anyone could have an idea of who’s behind this it would be her.” Yeosang reasoned.

“I said, no,” Seonghwa spoke so low and dangerously your head turned to look at his face. What you saw was not something you’d ever imagine you’d see. He was seething, his eyes were practically bubbling with rage and pitch black, gone was the gentle smile or soft grin instead was a hard line as he stared Yeosang down with so much acid you thought he might melt.

It scared you, it truly did. For the first time, you saw the face not of your husband but of the underboss of ateez. The man behind the rumors of ruthless and violent. You moved to stand up, to put some distance, you were still so shaken that your hand trembled in his own. But he did not release you.

“Seonghwa, let go of me.” You spoke, trying to be collected in the face of all you just heard. When your voice rang in his ears he finally broke his stare and turned to you, he looked at you like he was lost, for a moment he looked so confused it gave you whiplash but seconds later he released you. You stood, looking around the room as the men averted their gaze from the exchange. You turned back to Seonghwa but he was staring at the ground with a clenched fist.

You looked away, nothing had disturbed you more this evening than Seonghwa’s actions. Not even the news of dangerous people coming after you. Never in your two years of marriage had something shaken you like this. You stared at him for a beat longer, but he didn’t lookup.

“I’m going to bed.” You said aloud to the room. It was only 7. You didn’t care. This day was over.

As you ascended the stairs you heard Seonghwa speak to the men.

“I think it’s time you all leave.”

That night you lay awake in bed. The events of the evening replaying over and over in your mind, Seonghwa’s own words from years before ringing in your ears “more than anything I expect your opinion of me will not be swayed by anything but my actions with you.”

That had never been difficult before tonight.

Seonghwa was asleep next to you. Not curled around you like usual, but there nonetheless. You hadn’t been sure he would come up at first. He had stayed downstairs for so long after the others left, for a while you had even though he had left himself. But when the door did eventually creak open you pretended to be asleep as he moved quietly through the room. When the covers lifted and the bed shifted as he laid down you had hoped that maybe he would pull you into his arms like usual, and you could go on forgetting that that side of him existed, but when he didn’t your mind began to swim with all the things you didn’t want to think about.

You didn’t want this to become an issue. You have been happy these past years. You felt loved and protected. You felt safe with Seonghwa, a kind of safety that you desperately needed after the uncertainty that came with your father's death. You cannot allow this to change that. Though you never would have guessed in a million years, Seonghwas arms are the safest place in your life right now, you cannot allow that to change in the course of one evening.

So no matter how much the image of his rage-filled eyes was burned into your mind and no matter the flashes of the blood-stained clothes filtered through your memory, you turned over, scooting closer to him and curled into his side, reaching out a hand to cling to the material of his shirt, and pulled yourself as close as you could manage. But no matter what, things were going to be different now.

You thought he would want to talk about it in the morning. You were wrong. When you woke Seonghwa was already downstairs in the kitchen. When you made your way downstairs Seonghwa was finishing making himself breakfast. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, you walked in and started preparing food alongside him. You both worked in silence, by the time you had finished cooking he had already completed his meal, with little more than a kiss on your head as he left the room you sat alone to eat.

This wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary, quiet mornings were quite common. But it still felt off. As you made your way upstairs to get ready for the day Seonghwa himself descended, fully dressed, ready to leave. As you crossed paths he tapped your shoulder reassuringly but otherwise carried on. This was a perfectly normal morning. You expected so much to be different after the night you had and the things you learned, but they weren’t.

It took two full days for you to notice anything had changed at all. You had tried to leave the house for a trip to the store when you were informed by your driver that Seonghwa had instructed him that you were not to leave the house till the matter was settled. Honestly, this didn’t bother you, you knew there was a danger, and the safest place would always be home. What bothered you was how he hadn’t told you himself.

Seonghwa wasn’t exactly quiet, definitely soft spoken at times, but he spoke freely most of the time. It was weird knowing that for the first time he was deliberately keeping things from you. This was different from keeping quiet about work, as he knew you didn’t want to hear about that in the first place, this was an uncomfortable lack of knowledge. Whatever was happening, possibly right at this very moment greatly concerned you, and you still knew next to nothing.

Every day stretched on, you woke up every day with a growing sense of dread, Yeosangs words seared into your brain, they're coming after you. Every day you sat in an empty home, letting your mind run wild. One thing had changed that night, you could no longer ignore the world you were born into, no matter how much it scared you. Two things rang in your brain, acting as constant reminders to that fact. One, they were coming after you, and two no matter how well he hid it from you over the past few years, Seonghwa was just as dangerous as the rest of them, you had seen it in his eyes that night.

You aren’t afraid of him. You know damn well he wouldn’t hurt you. But at the end of the day, your husband is capable of things that would make you sick.

But despite that Seonghwa would come home, acting as though absolutely nothing was wrong, painting his face with the calm and collected look you always saw him wear. He would take you into his arms and hold you close the same way he always would. And just like always his hold would never fail to soothe your mind and clear your head of your worries.

But Seonghwa couldn’t keep everything from you. Hongjoong was still the boss, he would still have to listen when ordered.

So when Seonghwa came home one evening face sterner than usual, you were expecting something to happen. You clicked off the TV when he came into the room, turning to him. He stood by the couch, looking down at you, somber resignation painting his features.

“Are you going to sit down?” You asked. He snapped out of his thoughts to come and sit beside you. Another moment of him staring into your face followed. You tried to be patient, whatever it was would come out eventually, but the anticipation was building with every second.

Seonghwa placed a hand on your thigh before speaking.

“I need you to accompany me to a dinner.” That was all he said. You arched an eyebrow at him.

“What kind of dinner?” You asked probingly.

“A business dinner.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to leave the house.” You replied casually. At that Seonghwa huffed.

“That is just a precaution,” he reasoned.

“I know,” you replied casually turning back to the tv, flicking it on with the remote. You could still feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

“You're angry with me,” he said. It wasn’t a question. His voice was steady but there was a hint of frustration laced in his words.

“No, I’m not.” You replied calmly. Honestly, you weren’t, frustrated with the circumstances certainly, but angry with him specifically? Never. Since that evening your life had been flung back into uncertainty, you wanted to scream at him that pretending nothing is wrong is not going to help anything. But no, you couldn’t be angry with him, not after he had done so much for your sake, not when his gentle hand on your back was enough to calm the nerves brewing in your stomach. Even if his fake sense of normalcy was doing nothing but drive you further into madness.

“Yes, you are.”

It was your turn to huff.

“I promise you, I’m not.” You shot back, an edge of finality in your voice.

Seonghwa took another long pause, the sounds from the tv cutting through the tension in the room like knives.

“You should be mad at me. I hurt you. I scared you.” He said quietly. So softly the words barely reached your ears. You turned back to him, your face softening at the sight of his dejected eyes. You sighed, Taking his face into your palms you leaned in, placing a soft gentle kiss on his lips. He did not reciprocate, sitting as still as a rock. You did it again, pressing your lips tenderly as you could against his plush ones, willing him to feel the truth in your next words.

“You did scare me. But I promise you, I am not angry.”

You leaned back onto your side of the couch, choosing to stare forward at the Tv instead of watching whatever emotions must be on his face. You didn’t exactly want to know.

You sat, watching the TV for what could have been hours or mere minutes. But slowly but surely Seonghwa released a deep breath. Leaning back into the couch his arm slung over your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. You reached out and took his other hand into your own. You felt the cool metal of his wedding ring press into your palm. You have it a reassuring squeeze.

“So when is this dinner?”

And so the day eventually came. It wasn’t often you meet the people Seonghwa worked with, except for the very occasional ally who had proven loyalty beyond a shadow of a doubt.

This was not one of those times. You were meeting someone who used to work for your father. While he hadn’t shown signs of desertion yet, there was always the possibility. The possibility that he wanted you dead just as much as the others you would be discussing. Seonghwa was not happy about this. But Hongjoong had ordered it. For whatever reason, you had to be present for this talk.

You weren’t going unprotected. Seonghwa was going to be present obviously and you had noticed he had taken particular care with loading his gun while you brushed makeup onto your face. Hongjoong would be there as well l, likely equally armed. Not to mention the other lower-ranking men that would be hidden strategically throughout the restaurant.

You should feel nervous, terrified even. But the overwhelming relief that maybe just maybe you could finials get some answers was enough to keep you steady on your feet.

Seonghwa’s hand was placed strategically on your waist as he led you to the private room of the exorbitantly priced restaurant. Hongjoong walked on your other side and an equally steely gaze fitting his features. You couldn’t help but feel like you were being led through the place by two incredibly overzealous guard dogs. You felt like Seonghwa would be ready to growl at the first person to step across your path.

When you entered the room there was a round table set for four. From the moment you took your seats the wait staff sprung into action, filling your glasses with top-shelf wine, each of them sweating bullets as their eyes shifted between the two men in the room. That was fair, both of them had their game faces on, you would hate to be on the receiving end of either one.

When the door clicked open again the third man entered the room with a swagger. Seemingly unbothered by the hard stares he was reviving. He was older than you most certainly, probably by a good 10 years. He had the beginnings of grey hairs speckled across his scalp and a droopy grin that made him look remarkably like a used car salesman who just finished unloading a hunk of junk on an unsuspecting customer. You scoured your mind, trying to remember if you had ever seen him before, even in passing. But you came up blank.

“Kim Hongjoong, it a pleasure to meet you.” As he spoke he extended a hand to the man on your right, a wide smile plastered across his face. Hongjoong stared at his hand, then back at the man. Clearly, most people weren’t confident enough to touch him upon first meeting. But for civilities sake, he reached out and accepted the handshake in a quick jerk.

“Tough crowd.” The man mumbled, before taking his seat.

“And you must be Mr. and Mrs. Park, if you changed your name that is.” The man turned to grin at you. You kept your composure, you kept a neutral face as you replied.

“I did,”

He stared at you for a moment longer. The grin on his face widened.

“I used to work for your dad you know.”

“I do,”

At this his grin faulted, he regained himself quickly before addressing your husband.

“Is she always this tight-lipped?” He said with a laugh. Nobody else was laughing.

“So what is it you wanted to tell us.” Hongjoong cut through his laughter, probably because Seonghwa was gripping his steak knife so hard you thought it may snap. You reached out a hand and laid it gently over his. You felt his grip release under your fingers.

“Well, as I’m sure you know, you got a bit of a problem in your new territory. And I’m also sure you know that she is the cause of it.” The man replied, taking a large bite of food then gesturing to you.

“She didn’t cause anything, it’s those dumbasses out there who decided to act up.” Hongjoong shot back. The man only waved that thought away before swallowing.

“Yeah well, I still know some of those guys. Some of them still tell me things you might want to know.”

“Like what exactly.” Seonghwa finally spoke up, already at his wit's end with this man and his casualty.

“Anything you want for the right price.” He shit back, smirking wildly.

“That’s a bold ask for someone who hasn’t proven that they're worth yet,” Hongjoong replied cooly.

“Trust me, there are a lot of guys who would be happy to be here right now just for the chance at getting at her, you're just lucky it’s me not one of them.” He replied, his tone suddenly darkening.

As he spoke, several of the guards in the corners of the room perked up, staring him down. Seonghwa’s hand flexed under yours.

“Are you threatening my wife?” He asked tone as icy as a winter storm.

The man for the first time that evening showed signs of fear, clearing his throat before looking around the room hesitantly.

“Not at all, sir.” He added for good measure. He cleared his throat again before continuing.

“ I don’t know exactly who’s behind this, whoever it is told people to keep quiet about it, and they're doing a good job. But I can tell you this, whoever it is was high up. And I mean really high up in her daddy’s business. I’m talking inner circle.” He replied, staring directly at you.

You felt the eyes of the whole room in you but your mind was swimming. Who was it? You knew all of those men, many of them had watched you grow up, several of them had taken active roles in protecting you in your youth. And now you know one of them wants you dead. The thought gave you chills. That was until one name popped in your head.

“Song Joongki” you did little more than mumble the name at first, barely above your breath. But in the dead silence, they all heard it.

“Who is that?” Hongjoong probed. You shook your head to clear your thoughts.

“He was my father's old right hand, he disappeared rig before I went to college. We thought he died or something, but I remember my father telling me they have fought in the weeks before his disappearance. He didn’t tell me about what.”

At that the room when quiet once again.

“I don’t know for sure obviously, I mean. It was just a guess.” You mumbled out, unsure at the lack of response.

“No, that’s a good idea. If he was in hiding that might explain why he didn’t know what had happened to your father right away, maybe he just found out and is trying to take over.” Hongjoong reasoned.

“That’s a smart girl you got there Park Seonghwa, too bad really.” The guy started with a grin. Seonghwa whipped around at him, ready to finally act on the urges he had been holding back. But before he could sounds of commotion could be heard outside the door, loud bangs and yelling echoed into the room.

“Sounds like those dumbasses are here.” He laughed at Hongjoong.

It was all Seonghwa could do to pull you away from the table and press your face into his shoulder before the sound of stretching chair legs and the ringing blast of a single gunshot rang through the room. You felt blood splatter onto your cheek. Your ears rang so bad you could barely hear the noise as the doors burst open and the security stormed out into the restaurant. Shooting to kill.

Your chest was heaving and hot tears streamed down your face but your mind was utterly blank. You couldn’t hear the words Seonghwa muttered into your ear. You only felt the pull and he moved you towards the exit.

Once out into the main room you dared to venture a glance at the scene. You wish you didn’t. Seonghwa’s men had cleared a pathway through the scene. Blood splattered walls and bodies lay limp on the ground. At the sight of you one of the opposing men charged forward at you, you barely had time to suck in a breath before Hongjoong’s gun was pointed at his temple. Seonghwa hid your face in his shoulder again, pushing you forward through the room as the shot rang out.

You didn’t look up again. Not to Seonghwa’s murmurings in your ear, not to the sound of screams of the patrons who had escaped outside, not until Seonghwa practically carried you into an awaiting car and shut the door.

It was oddly quiet inside the armored vehicle compared to the mayhem outside. Your breath came ragged and it sounded loudly in the empty air. You looked to your right out the window only to see a mass of body blocking the view. A guard was stationed to keep you safe while Seonghwa ran back inside to finish dealing with the mess.

You sat shivering, the ringing sound still drilling into your skull. Seconds ticked by as you waited. You didn’t want to imagine the things going on inside that building right now. But you had no choice, there was nothing else to think about. Imagine it broken bones and mangled bodies flooded your mind, all painted red.

You clamped your hands together, staring down at them, willing your mind to stop racing. The glint on the street lamp outside hit the diamond on your ring. You stared at it. Thinking of your husband. Any moment he would be back, he had to be, surely the police had been called by now, and when they arrived they would arrest every gang member in sight. Seonghwa and Hongjoong needed to leave soon.

You thought of Seonghwa’s face that night. The pure rage storming in his dangerously still face. Did he look like that now? Probably, he probably looked even worse. You imagined yourself back to being pressed into his shoulder, the soft linen of his suit jacket rubbing against your cheek. The feeling of his arms tightly wound around you as he guided you through the chaos. A sudden surge of emotions flicked to life inside you.

The images of these two different versions of your husband for the first time were able to coexist in your mind. For the first time, it wasn’t one or the other. And you realized with a sudden finality how necessary both were. And even if one chilled you to your core, you found that at that moment, walking through a scene from your nightmares, he was able to do both at once, hold you close and strike fear to keep you safe. It strangely warmed your heart. More than anything you remembered just how much you loved him.

Moments ticked on. You could hear distant sirens in the air outside the car. Your ears still rang but it was subsiding. You were started to the point of jumping when the driver's side door opened. Only to still when you saw who it was. This time you did not ignore the blood seeping onto his shirt, or the ice in his eyes. Perhaps this is something only the daughter of a mob boss could ever feel. But it was a strange comfort knowing there was someone who would kill for you.

The car rumbled to life, and in an instant, you were shooting off down the streets. Seonghwa’s grip on the wheel turned his knuckles white. You did not notice his disregard for traffic laws as he flew down the road. Only the look of resolution on his face. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips were a thin line of distaste.

You didn’t speak till you pulled into your garage. There was already a line of reinforcements waiting inside the house as Seonghwa helped you out of the car on your still shaking feet. When you stood you reached up to brush the crease that had appeared in his forehead from frowning. This action took him by surprise, when your hand began to lower he took hold of your palm. Holding it to his face. His eyes relaxed as he looked down at you. A sudden deep exhaustion overtook his features. He places a kiss on the inside of your palm before lowering in and leading you inside.

You walked past several guards on the way, but there were none inside your bedroom. Seonghwa led you to the bathroom and turned on the light. Your own reflection startled you. Not because of the blood on your cheek or the dried tears in your eyes, but because of how calm you looked.

It was clear which of these things Seonghwa chose to focus on.

“Come here, let me get you cleaned up a bit.” He motioned for you to sit at your vanity facing him. You did so. First things first he kneeled to the floor, taking your heels from your feet, letting you rest them on the cold tile. You stared at him as he went to set a towel before coming back to dab at the spots of red, practically flinching every time he moved to a new one.

“Seonghwa?” You spoke aloud.

“Yes darling,” he asked, in a voice that could only be described as reverent and somber.

“Please look at me,” you begged. He had been staring so forcefully at your cheek. He did as he was told, looking up to meet your eyes.

“Please stop worrying, I’m fine.” You whisper. His face morphed into distaste once again.

“No, your not. You shouldn’t have been there in the first place, if I had put up more of a fight this never would have happened.” He rumbled back.

“It’s ok that it happened.” You try to reason. At this, his eyes light up. He set down the cloth with a huff.

“How, please explain to me how this is ok?” He all but spat.

“We learned something, something important. I didn’t get hurt, no harm done.” You reply, beginning to build in frustration.

“Yes there is harm done, what kind of husband am I if I can’t keep my wife out of harm's way! If I can’t give her the normal life she deserves!"

he hasn’t meant to yell, you could tell that. But when he stood up so abruptly you nearly lost your balance on your seat your own voice boiled over.

“Why can’t you realize Seonghwa that no matter what you do things can’t go back to normal! I know now! There is nothing you can do to change that. I hate that this is the life I have to live, and it scares the shit out of me, but keeping me in the dark is only making it worse!”

You stood up to match his height as best you could, no matter what had happened earlier you felt stronger than ever in this moment.

“Then what is it you expect me to do? Be ok with this? let them ruin the life I have worked so hard to give you? All I want is to make you happy, to keep you as far away from this as I can manage. I thought that’s what you wanted!”

Seonghwa never raised his voice, but now it bounced around the walls of the bathroom and amplified in your mind. This wasn’t his fault, you know it isn’t. But his word made you angry.

“Seonghwa, I lost my ability to get away from this the day I was born as my father's daughter. And I don’t regret that for a second. I lost my ability to be unaware the day I married you, and I do not regret that. I know what kind of man you are, I always have! And yes it bothers me, yes the idea of the things you do to others makes me sick. But I don’t care! I will deal with it because I love you!”

Your voice shook. Seonghwa looked stunned. But you weren’t quite done yet. You took a step forward, pushing into his space. But tried to keep your voice steady and restrained.

“I know you tried to do right by me, and I thank you for that. But I can’t keep running from this, because it is as much a part of me as it is a part of you.”

You stared into his eyes. He looked like a deer in the headlights. You waited for a reply, once again, none came. A memory flashed to life behind your eyes.

“You told me, the night you gave me this ring that you didn’t want to see someone else get swallowed up by this world without support ever again. What you don’t seem to realize is that you are my support. I don’t need anything else, I don’t need to hide away with nice clothes and soft sheets to be happy. All I need is you, to be by your side, even if that means facing the very things you wanted to protect me from. I can handle it as long as you let me in, let me be a part of your life, even the parts that scare me.”

As you spoke you rose the hand that held the ring in question, showing it to him. His eyes locked to it before flashing back and forth between in at your face. He stood rooted. His face swam with hundreds of emotions. Eventually, he decided on one.

One long shuttering breath from him.

“I don’t think you know what you're asking for,” he said, “ I don’t think you would ever want to be near me if you saw the truth.” He said resolutely.

You almost screamed in frustration. You fixed his face, his blood-stained face, with the hardest look you could muster, before reaching up behind his neck and pulling his lips to come crashing down onto yours. He was unprepared for this you know. But you did not care one bit, you were going to kiss your husband even if it killed you both in the process.

He fell forward into the kiss, practically stumbling to the floor before his hand found the edge of the vanity to keep you both upright. You were not bothered. Your lips molded with his like clay, moving against his with so much force you could feel them bruising. He finally acted, pulling your waist flush against him, prying your lips open only to push his tongue into your mouth. He was well-practiced in kissing you. He knew what made your head spin. Every brush of his wet muscle against your own made you groan in satisfaction. You never wanted to be separated from him again.

When the kiss finally broke you stared directly into his eyes.

“Don’t try to tell me what I want Park Seonghwa. Because the answer will always be you.” You spoke the words resolutely into his lips.

At this, he cracked the slightest hint of a grin.

“Only you could love a killer.” He replied with a laugh.

“Only if that killer could love me like you do.” You shot back. Seonghwa’s grin only widened.

“Only I could love you like that.”

And then his lips were on yours again. This time with much more heat. His hand on your waist pulled you impossibly closer. Taking his time to persevere the feeling of his lips against yours you practically melted in his embrace. Once again his tongue flicked at your bottom lip, and when your mouth willingly opened to accept him with a groan his tongue shot out again to dance with yours. His hand traveled down to your ass. Palming the flesh their eagerly. Making you jump with a squeal.

Seonghwa broke the kiss again.

“Come into the bedroom darling, I don’t want to take you like this in the bathroom.” His voice dripped with sultry desire and instead of ice, there was a molten fire in his eyes. You felt your panties dampen at the mere look in his eyes.

You didn’t need telling twice.

As soon as you entered your bedroom you were practically thrown onto your plush duvet, your husband standing at the door of the bed with a look so dark he was ready to pounce on you.

He climbed over you onto the bed, both hands taking hold of one strap of your dress before sliding them down your shoulder. He took turns peppering kisses across each shoulder, brushing his lips over every available surface air skin. You whined at him.

“Seonghwa please, don’t keep me waiting.”

He clicked his tongue at you.

“Don’t be impatient darling, I’m going to savor every moment of this.” As he spoke he rose his face to yours a placed a peck on your cheek with a grin. His hand moved to your dress again, pulling the cups of both your bread and bra down to expose your breast to him. In an instant, his mouth was back on you. He groaned into the flesh. You felt a wave of wetness gush out of you at the sensation.

“You know how much I adore these,” he spoke before flicking his tongue against your now erect bud. You moaned as your hand flew to his dark locks, pulling at the roots. He groaned again pulling away.

“Get this dress off, it’s in my way.” Seonghwa all but growled at you. He backed away, allowed you to sit up. You undid the zipper in record time pulling the material over your body, and your bra as well for good measure. Seonghwa sat back on his heels. Watching you, palming his erection as he did. A dark halo shown around his head as lust gazed over in your eyes.

You were keening for him now. Your senses are completely overrun with the ideas of all the things he could do to you. You felt your hips roll into the air subconsciously as he began undoing his shirt. The droplets of red do nothing to off-put you. Then it was off, and you sat up on your knees like him to ogle. Running your hands along the hard planes and ridges. You felt your cunt clench around nothing.

“Seems you have your own fair share of admiring to do,” he chuckled, running a hand through your hair. His thumb slid into his waistband.

“How about my loving wife come help me with these?“ he mused, motioning you forward. You fell forward onto your hands and knees without a second thought. Coming face to face with the bulge in his slacks. You undid the button quickly and pulled down the zipped without a second thought. But your brain faulted at the sight of the outline of his cock. You acted on instinct. You mouthed at his dick through his boxers, savoring in the salty taste of pre-cum that seeped through at the tip. You moaned wantonly only to whine when you were pulled away by your hair.

“I should have known you would get like this, you’ve become so cock hungry. To think you were such a sweet innocent girl when I married you.” He was musing to himself.

“But that isn’t what I told you to do, why must you disobey me, darling?” He asked in a mock sympathetic tone. You whined out,

“I’m sorry,” though even you were unconvinced, as your eyes showed how much you wanted to have your mouth back on him. You looked up at him with your widest most apologetic look, and you saw him smirk in satisfaction.

“Who am to deny you, ask me nicely and I’ll give you what you want.” He replied, running his hand through your hair again.

“Please Seonghwa, can I put you in my mouth?” You asked in your most appeasing tone, nudging your head against his hand. Seonghwa grinned at you. Slipping his thumb into his waistband he pulled them down just enough along with his pants.

You wasted no time. In an instant your lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, circling it with your tongue. Seonghwa let out an appreciative groan. Your tongue ran along the slit of his cock gathering you more precum before sliding his further into your mouth and bobbing.

“You really love my cock don’t you darling,” he hissed, resting his hand on your head for support.

You couldn’t nod or agree verbally, so instead, you arched your back, pushing your ass out into the air and pushing yourself farther down his dick. Your tongue ran along the underside, sliding around him as well as you could because with every bob your head sank lower on his length.

“Oh, darling you are too good to me, you're doing so well.” He moaned into your air, head rolling back. His hand on your head reached back sliding his fingers onto the soaked fabric of your panties, causing you to jolt and whine even further around him.

“Your so wet, does sucking my cock really get you this turned on?” He asked incredulously though he already knew the answer, even with the fabric you were soaking his fingers as he rubbed across your folds.

It wasn’t until you gagged around his length that he pulled you off him. You were panting and spit gathering in the corners of your mouth but you looked up at him with the most satisfied smile.

“Come here,” he mumbled. You sat up and he pulled you into a kiss, more sloppy than any other that evening. In seconds his hand was at your slit once again, slipping the ruined fabric to the side he ran his fingers through your cunt, gathering the slick onto his fingers before all at once pushing two inside of you.

You wailed into his lips. For so long you had been clenching around nothing at every noise he made, finally having something full you up made your heart flutter. You took hold of his shoulder for support as his long slim fingers worked you open. Your head lulled back awake from the kiss but his lips did not stop moving. Seonghwa mouthed along the column of your neck, kissing, biting, and sucking bruises as he went without care.

“You're doing so well darling, not too much longer now, and you can have my dick inside you.” He mumbled into your skin as he sucked another large mark right at your jaw. His finger pressed deeper inside you, pressing against your walls so perfectly. You could feel more slick seep from your hole and onto his hand as your walls clamped around him.

“Seonghwa,” you mewled, rolling your hips into his palm. You felt like your body was about to combust, so much pressure had built in your core you felt yourself about to tumble over the edge. Not much longer now and you would come on his hand.

“That’s it darling, go ahead and cum, You’ve been so good for me.” You practically melted at his words. Radiating heat exploded from your core like waves through your body, you ground your hips onto his hand to ride out your high, wails of pleasure echoed around the room.

When it finally came to an end you slumped into his chest, but he was far from done with you.

He situated himself sitting against the headboard and pulled you into his lap straddling him after kicking off his pants the rest of the way. You looked at him through hooded eyes and begged.

“Please, I don’t know if I can do that right now,” you whined.

“Do you want my dick?” He asked, running his hand up and down your thigh. You nodded yes.

“Then you're going to have to ride me.” He shot back. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you out darling.”

You groaned but did your best to sit up. Hovering just above where his dick stood erect. Seonghwa took hold of your hips to keep you steady. You were still spent after your last orgasm but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You sank down onto him with an opened mouth moan. Your head fell back at once. It felt so nice to be filled to the brim with your husband's cock. Your hips gave an experimental roll and you keened. You were still so sensitive, every drag felt like simultaneous torture and ecstasy as you slowly began working yourself up and down on his dick.

“Seonghwa-“ you mewled. But Seonghwa was enjoying himself too much to respond. Watching your body shift and bend as your back arched every time you were filled to the brim, the way your tits bounced slightly at every movement. He took hold of one. Molding it in his hand, tweaking your nipple between his fingers pulling on it ever so slightly. Your back arched if possible even more into his touch. You were an endless stream of noises by now, and your pace was slowly becoming more and more quickly.

It all felt so good. His hand on your breast, his gaze on your body, how good he felt pumping inside you. Your hips were rolling madly, chasing the overwhelming pleasure that was building in your core. Your brain began to register the sounds of gentle praise coming from your husband.

“Look at you go, darling, doing so well, your so good. Making me so proud.”

Your body reacted to the praise instantly, your wanton moans only grew in volume, you leaned forward to wrap your arms around his neck for support. The hand that was still on your hips helped guide your movements as you reached a pace you would not able to sustain on your own. You felt his cock pressing against your most sensitive spot inside you over and over again driving your mind to blankness.

“Go on, cum for me. You’ve done so well.”

And that was all it took. Your body practically went rigid as it overtook you. Your eyes rolled back. Distantly you felt Seonghwa’s cum filling you up, only adding to the feeling of haze overtaking you. Like shockwaves, your body twitched and pushed with every passing second. Your head was spinning when you finally came back down to earth.

You were laid off your side, pulled into Seonghwa’s chest like always wrapped in blankets. You lay there in silence for so long simply breathing in and out in time with him.

“Are you sure it’s Song Joongki? He asked aloud.

“Pretty sure.” You mumbled. Thrown by the sudden topic of conversation. His hand ran up your spine in a comforting way.

“I’m going to kill that man.”

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