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HIIII @way2gosuperrstarr!!! im a bit late, but was ur secret skeleton!!!
loved all their deigns so much i couldn't choose just one so i drew all of them hahah
had such fun working on these, i hope you like them! happy belated halloween!!! :D
#their designs are so lovely!!#hope i did them justice :D#love ur art!!#and sorry for the delay! xp#DCABeeTeamH24#my art#sundrop#fnaf sun#fnaf dca#fnaf daycare attendant#daycare attendant#the daycare attendant#dca fandom#dca fanart#moondrop#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#secret skeleton#x self-insert
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they're not even fighting btw they're looking at bugs together
sunshine belongs to me, tulip belongs to @silvers-starrway!! vote for one of them in the @sonic-fankid-showdown
#YAY drew them at last!!!#i hope i did tulip justice :D#sth#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic oc#sonadow#sonadow fankid#shadilver#shadilver fankid#sonic fankid#sunshine the hedgehog#tulip the cyborg#fankid showdown#sonic art#sonic fanart#art#fanart#artists on tumblr#vixenart
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Insert battle tension !! I’ve had way too much fun seeing this pair on my feed, so I drew them up in celebration of the @sonic-fankid-showdown :D
Asha the Tenrec (left) belongs to @yourpalsalamander and Silhouette the Needlemouse (right) belongs to @kingprinceleo !! Seeing the interactions and art has been so entertaining, they’re both super cool! Wishing them the best of luck in the competition as an audience member :D
#my art#sonic#sth#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fandom#not my oc#sonic fankid#asha the tenrec#silhouette the needlemouse#sonic fankid showdown#sonic oc fanart#hoping I did them justice#a vote for asha is a vote for america ™#had a lot of fun making this too! :D
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15 for gem/pearl?
Send me a pairing + a number! || Accepting
15. An underwater kiss, Gem/Pearl, 1295 words
Gem could forgive a lot of weird things. It was the nature of the server to remind her at every opportunity that normal was relative. It was normal for Zedaph to dedicate his time to pursuits unfathomable to his fellow hermits. It was normal for hermits to be as shaped by their bases as their bases are by them, like Tango in the Deep Frost Citadel last season. It was normal for Joe to be a puppet- a very new normal, but nonetheless nobody had batted a lash at it after the first five minutes, because of course Joe would be a puppet.
Gem reckoned she knew enough about this fisherwoman schtick by now to know that her catches going missing as she reeled them in was... less than normal.
It was the same, every time. She'd cast her hook, watch her bobber, and reel the moment she felt something, anything, pull her line taut with enough force to be more than a passing wave. She caught the junk just fine, a growing pile filling the space behind her, but whenever a proper bite came along, there'd be a quick tug on her line like the fish was fighting back, and then, the hook would come up empty.
After that happened for the fifth or sixth time, Gem flopped back on the dock with a groan. She didn't even need the fish! She had barrels full, but now she was annoyed on principle. She earned those catches fair and square.
"I thought I was the favorite!" Gem reprimanded in no particular direction as she sat back up. The ocean would hear her no matter where she was. "Getting bored playing keep-away with Grian's mending book, so now you've gotta take my fish? Look at me! Fish is my thing!" She wasn't about to let the ocean take it from her, either.
One more time, she tried. Kneeling at the very edge of the dock, she cast her line without its sinkers, purposely shallow. She needed a fish she could keep an eye on, no matter the size. When she got a bite, she reeled it in slowly, and just as it breached the water-
A scaly hand reached out and nabbed it off the hook.
Gem gasped, tossing her rod aside to grip the edge of the dock and peer under it. "I saw that! Where is it?!" Only the water's ripples answered her, a blur of distorted motion below that was gone before she could catch a proper glimpse.
There was a beat of silence. Gem sighed in exasperation, pressing her forehead to the weathered wood of the dock.
"I'll forgive you callin' me an it," A voice from behind Gem said, "'cause you look like you're havin' a rough go."
She knew that voice. Gem lifted her head fast enough that she almost tumbled off the dock's edge. Pearl was in the water, one arm propped on the dock to keep herself above it. She grinned, all teeth, and offered a lazy wave with her free hand- a hand that was still holding the fish she'd pulled from Gem's hook. "Thanks for the meal, by the way. This is way easier than hunting 'em myself!"
The fish wasn't large. Pearl tilted her head back, held the fish by its tail, and dropped it unceremoniously into her mouth. Suddenly Gem cared a lot less about her missing catch.
"You're welcome," Gem answered, fully distracted by the state of Pearl's body. She hadn't seen Pearl since the season's introduction, only hearing through the grapevine that she was based near Tango and Etho, but she's pretty sure the fish tail is new. "I should thank you, honestly, I've got more fish than I have space. Hey, speaking of fish, how long have you been one?"
Pearl's eyes shined, letting go of the dock to swim a circle, giving Gem a good view of her tail at work. "Pretty cool, right?" Her scales glittered a shade of maroon that flashed closer to purple in the sun, with accents of green around her chest, face, and down her arms. "I've still got my land legs, of course- oh, oh! And I can be backwards!"
"Backwards?" Gem tilted her head, intrigued, "You mean-?"
"You heard me," Pearl giggled, "Fish top and human bottom! Makes it harder to swim, but it makes for a great prank. Nailed Cleo with it earlier today," She sounded proud.
"That's amazing," Gem said, grinning with mischief, "Get Doc next."
Pearl cackled, "I'll see what I can do."
In time, Gem returned to fishing. Pearl stuck around to chat and catch up, and demonstrated that she was more than capable of fishing for herself. Gem lost a lot of bait to the distraction, watching Pearl's lithe silhouette dart through the water faster than the fish could escape her, but she can't say she minded.
"Here's the part that I don't get," Gem began, reeling in a hefty salmon that Pearl had chased onto her hook, "You were only wearing that salmon helmet for a little bit! How'd your code take to it so fast? Beef's been walking around in a salmonskin suit, and he's not a fish! Grian's practically drinking the ocean! And being a Mer would be so on-brand for me!"
"Oooh," Pearl teased, following Gem to the water's edge to watch her ice her latest catch. She sniffed, "Do I smell a little hint of jealousy, Gem?" "No," Gem replied wryly, "You smell a lot. I mean, look at you! You're big and fast and pretty, and think of how useful it'd be for building below sea level!" There were ways around it, of course. Conduits, potions, and the like, but it couldn't be the same. "I'd love to experience the underwater world the way you can."
"Do you want to?" Pearl asked suddenly, drifting back to the end of the dock.
Gem quirked a brow, closing the barrel and brushing scales from her hands as she followed, "I mean, of course I do, I just said-?" Pearl was gone. Gem leaned over the edge of the dock, looking for her.
A familiar hand shot up, grabbed a fistful of Gem's tunic, and pulled her into the water.
Gem had been in this water a thousand times before. Feet dangling off the dock, wading waist-deep to untangle equipment, swimming around to maintain the hull of her anchored tugboat, but it felt so much deeper when she didn't intend to be there. Briefly, she panicked, a flurry of bubbles that did more to disorient her. She wondered if she remembered to reset her spawn at her own home.
Familiar hands were holding her arms, holding her upright, and Gem opened her eyes against the salty sting to find Pearl's, mischievous and delighted. 'Relax,' Gem saw her mouth, 'I've gotcha.'
Familiar lips pressed to Gem's, and the gasp that followed was involuntary. The water burned, and Gem tried to cough, to move, but Pearl held her tight until, all at once, the discomfort went away.
Pearl pulled back. Gem watched her, confused by the kiss and the sensation of drowning that no longer felt like drowning. As if in answer, Pearl took Gem's hand and brought it to her own neck.
Gills fluttered under Gem's fingers.
"It won't last long," Pearl said, and Gem could hear her as easily as if they were above water. Pearl offered Gem her arm, "How's about I take you on a tour of that coral reef we saw on day one?"
"You better," Gem answered, holding Pearl's arm, "You owe me for that jumpscare."
Pearl's eyes wrinkled happily, "I bet I can make it up to you."
Laughing underwater was a strange feeling, but Gem could get used to it.
#GemPearl#PearlGem#Shiny Duo#GeminiTay#PearlescentMoon#Hermitshipping#Hermitcraft#MCYT#Hermitfic#Asks#Anonymous#Pearl#Gem#Astral Library#My Writing#This is the longest one yet#And it's for a couple I know nothing about asdfghjk#I really hope I did their dynamic justice#Also I'm sorry for triple tagging the ship#I couldn't get a clear answer on which to use so I used them all :'D
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Just a couple of Zolu doodles :)
#one piece#zolu#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#luzo#zoro x luffy#zoro#luffy#op zoro#op luffy#I tried a new brush for my lineart and I like it a lot#please appreciate luffy’s pinkie toe#I had a crisis deciding whether or not to make his foot a little silly#I love drawing Zoro’s knockers#I hope I did them justice#my art
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Turtles!! In my outfits!! WIP :D
I love this meme that's going around the fandom and I wanted to jump in but i only have two casual outfits-
#i have sketches of Donnie - rare more formal family gatherings look - and Raph - my D&D outfit - but idk if ill have time to finish them 2#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#tmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt mikey#mikey has my favourite t-shirt and i went ALL OUT trying to paint that beauty and im not doing it justice#leo has my favourite plaid shirt with hoodie that i got recently and wear ALL THE TIME#its really weird AND fun to see them in my clothes#its really weird AND FUN to draw something for myself - it feels like it's been ages~~#i tried to keep their shells in mind but honestly my brain has a lot of trouble trying to draw their anatomy#hope i did a decent job!#i have progress recorded - with tmnt 2012 playing in the floating window in the corner - guess who almost finished season 1? :v xD#100#OVERNIGHT?!?????!! THANK YOU!!!! 🥺🧡💙#200#300
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"Neera - patron of blue eco, and goddess of speed and fortune."
Art of @sparguscityangel's OC Neera, the Goddess of Blue Eco, and feat. my OC, Viris!
#oc art#Neera#Blue Eco#Goddess#sparguscityangel#cyborg#viris#jak and daxter#jak 2 renegade#jak 3#I think you're right about them getting along pretty well :D#Neera has such a great design#and your concept of Eco Deities is fascinating - I hope I did her justice lol ^_^;#Also V is in need of repairs apparently
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UH WHAT ITS SKYWARD SWORD'S BIRTHDAY?
*runs for my ipad and smacks into a wall*
I THREW THIS TOGETHER SUPER FAST HTGSKJ
happy birthday, beautifuls! 💖💖💖 i would've drawn more people but i had NO WARNING SAHKHJG 😭😭
#windy's art#skyward sword#skyward sword hd#happy birthday skyward sword!#:D#i love these two#i hope i did them justice i haven't drawn them before skkshjjsh#definitely not my best work#and art style?#never heard of her
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hi ben!! if you're still doing those comfortable intimacy drabble prompts how about dylas and arthur for [ tuck ] sender tucks receiver into bed ? :o)
Writing Prompt (accepting!) A/N: Hello!! Yes, of course! I haven't written for these two before, so I'm excited to try. Thank you for sending in the ask! Sorry for the delay in responding, but I hope you like it :)
Dylas stands a few feet from Arthur's desk, with a heavy sigh and his hands on his hips.
At Porco and Meg's insistence (though he would've done it even if they hadn't asked him to) he had come to check on Arthur, since the hour has gotten quite late and there was still no sign of Arthur having emerged from his office, even though he had promised he'd call it a night and rest about two hours ago.
Now here Dylas stands, watching where Arthur's sleeping form is hunched forward in his chair, his head tipped to the side and the fine curtain of his blonde hair cascading around his elegant facial features.
What am I going to do with you? he thinks.
Immediately he knows what he should do, though his cheeks redden at the thought. Still, Dylas's own neck aches just at the sight of Arthur's current sleeping position (if someone could really call it "sleeping") so he knows what he has to do. After surreptitiously glancing around him just to make sure no one's going to pop out from behind a filing cabinet and tease him, he moves to stand next to the desk and chair.
He sets down the plate of onigiri he had brought (making a mental note to come back and store those in the fridge later) and gently shakes Arthur's shoulders, though to no avail. The blonde is breathing evenly, but his eyes remain fluttered closed. That in and of itself is a sign of how exhausted he must be, since usually Arthur's quite the light sleeper. From this close, Dylas can also see the pale sheen of Arthur's skin, looking colorless even for him.
Idiot. Working too hard. Again.
With one final sigh, Dylas moves down to pick Arthur up, looping one arm around the man's thin but broad shoulders, and one beneath the crook of his knees. Unsurprisingly, Arthur ways just about as much as a feather and a half.
Needs to eat more, Dylas thinks, feeling his own brows furrow as he makes his way up the stairs connecting Arthur's office to the bedrooms.
Peaking his head up the staircase first, the coast seems clear enough. With something of a relieved breath, Dylas tiptoes towards Arthur's door, and then does his best to nudge open the door with his hip without hitting Arthur's head against anything.
The room is as impeccably neat as it always is. Dylas doesn't have the free hand to turn on the lamp, so the only source of light is the moonlight filtering in through the window. It casts a near-radiant glow across Arthur's face as Dylas lays him down in his bed, briefly mesmerized by the way the soft glow renders Arthur's high cheekbones soft, how it softens out his already smooth skin.
Doing his best to be careful, Dylas pulls the sheets out from beneath Arthur to lay him underneath them instead.
He makes to just past Arthur's calves when the blonde stirs, with a half-asleep murmur that sounds almost like a question, though it's so soft that it makes Dylas's heart nearly melt.
"Office?" Arthur asks, eyes blinking hazily in the dark room.
"Shhh," Dylas says, now less careful and more embarrassed as he pulls the sheet past Arthur's feet and then tucks it over the man's chest. "Stay asleep. You need it. Your work can wait."
Arthur doesn't put up any protest, except for the slight furrow in his brow.
Dylas stares at him for a moment, trying to figure out what to do-- and then he notices the thin silver frame of Arthur's glasses is still on his face. Gingerly-- knowing how much these things mean to the man-- Dylas takes them off the bridge of Arthur's nose, folds them, and sets them on his nightstand.
Though he's clearly still barely conscious, Arthur's smile tips up into the gentlest of smiles, nearly as watery and ephemeral as the soft haze of the moonlight filtering in.
"Thank you..." Arthur murmurs, as Dylas reaches past the bed to close the blinds on the window.
With no one to witness his blushing face-- not even the moonlight-- Dylas mumbles back, "No problem."
#i hope i did them justice!!!#thank you again for sending in the prompt!!#writing prompt#my writing#rf4#rf4 dylas#rf4 arthur#rune factory 4#arthur d lawrence#fanfic#fanfiction#mine#askbox#ben answers#i dont remembr my tags LOL#anon ask#dylas x arthur#dylas & arthur
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Screenshot of a photo of a drawing that I did of @crystalinefirewolf's funky little character. Just a sketch but I hope I did them justice!
#my art#mutual's oc#sketchy#black and white#only fineliner#but I think it turned out pretty well#crystalinefirewolf#I hope I did them justice :D
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🦋💧🦀
—ccfm!!
Ahh thanks so much for the ask! Since you didn't specify an f/o I'm going to answer these for Davy :) mainly because he was the first one where some ideas came to my mind right now😅
🦋: How long did it take them to get out of the awkward early relationship stage? Have they gotten more confident around each other? (just a note I've never been in an actual relationship so far so idk what it's actually like or if this is realistic in any way I'm just making stuff up here😅)
I think there was probably a bit of awkwardness at the beginning of their relationship, although I think it was certainly "worse" before, during the time where they both realised they had feelings for each other, but didn't know how to act upon them. In the time shortly after they became a couple, Davy was still worried about his appearance, and how Selena would deal with it, but he was also feeling insecure due to his past, rather traumatising relationship experience. Selena on the other hand was just overall inexperienced as it was her first relationship. She always tried to reassure Davy that he's perfect for her and she loves him as he is, but she wasn't sure how to give him this reassurance. I think things probably got easier for them when she managed to become a little bolder, and for example just touch or hug him when she wanted to and he seemed like he could need it. It takes a bit for Davy to be able to lessen his fear of rejection a little and become more affectionate himself (he secretly loves it though). By the time Selena starts living in his cabin with him he's also feeling more confident though, as he realises that she really wants to stay by his side.
💧: How well do they comfort each other when they’re upset?
When Davy is upset it depends, sometimes he needs to be alone, just playing his organ in a loud and furious manner, but deep down he's also craving comfort. He doesn't say it out loud, but he loves it when Selena comes in and sits down next to him as he plays, not saying anything, just being there, maybe leaning against him or caressing his arm a little. Selena is probably a bit clumsy with it in the beginning (affective empathy isn't particularly her strong side), but over time she learns that he loves feeling her touch and it helps to soothe his emotions. When she's holding him in her arms and he's calmed down again, she'll receive a softly muttered "thank you" from him, accompanied by a little kiss on the forehead. For Selena it also sort of depends on the situation, sometimes she needs alone time, sometimes she rants about her problems, sometimes she's more rational about the issue and tries to find a solution, but sometimes she also just needs Davy to be there for her and give her the feeling that she's not alone and he's there to support her. It takes him a while until he's even able to make a move and reach out to her, but when he does, he will pull her into his arms and just hold her closely against himself. If she cried before, his beard tentacles will try to wipe the tears off her face. They're both a bit unsure if they're any good at providing comfort for each other, but as time passes they learn what works for them.
🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?
Selena was nervous at first, and also didn't initially have any hope that her feelings would lead to anything. She knew about Davy's infamous past and his issues in regards to love and relationships, so she resigned herself to daydreaming about him. Despite that, when they started getting closer - first on a platonic level - she would subtly show her affection through her actions. She wouldn't dare to tell him about her feelings, but she tried her best to be a good friend and be there for Davy, hoping that it would somehow lead to more. Davy on the other hand was probably strongly in denial when he first realised he was developing feelings for someone again. He'd be upset that even cutting out his heart apparently didn't help to keep him from falling in love again. He was very pessimistic about love at this point, would be angry at himself, and maybe also at Selena - though a rational part of him would realise that it was not her fault and he shouldn't take it out on her. It certainly took him some time to accept his feelings, but eventually he did.
f/o ask game here
#those were fun to answer! :D#I hope I kinda did him justice; the thing that always worries me the most when writing about my f/os is that I mischaracterise them#but I think I'm not wrong when I say that Davy has a soft core despite being rough on the outside; he just doesn't show it to everyone#f/o: 🐙#davy jones#self ship#asks for selnia
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OH GOLLY GEE ITS THEMMM
As you know my Nic Loses her memory, and she has a rivalry with Fang
But legit after working together and breaking out of prison, they actually help her find a way to restore her memories.
Yay friends :D
The boys are obviously still protective with Nic though, but I can see Konor and Bark being beanie buddies
#Sonic#sonic headcanons#Sonic The Hedgehog#Team Hooligan#Fang The Sniper#Nack The Weasel#nic the weasel#bark the polar bear#bean the dynamite#Karl The Weasel#Konor the Weasel#Jeff The Weasel#sonic oc#Once she gets her memories back an siblings reunion#they really did these weasels dirty in archie#i hope im bringing them justice :"3#fun fact! their jump suit numbers are the date of their first appearances!#except Bark has the release date of sonic the fighters for the gamecube#while bean has the release date for the arcade! :D#Team Shoplifters#Corsen The Mouse
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Lois feels her throat close up, feeling a growing lump she cant force down. And can’t help but stare at the boy. And her body feels like it’s unable to even move, frozen in place because-
God that’s a child, just a little boy tied up like he… he’s some experimental animal, like he’s not even human.
And for a moment she just stands there, until the boy opens his eyes. And oh god those eyes, those eyes look so tired, and scared. Like he’s seen some horrible monsters that plan on eating him, and to be fair… maybe it’s not so far from the truth.
Those piercing icy blue eyes that hold so much fear (fear a child- a boy no less- should not be holding) is what makes her come to her senses.
And distantly she can see more resemblance between this boy in this… cell… and her baby boys best friend.
Like being snapped from a trance Lois comes back to reality. And further steps into the room, closing the door behind her (because so god help her she’s not going to get caught, not when there’s a CHILD (whose mind you, maybe not much older Jon) is being help captive).
She can tell the boy is staring intently at her movements, trying to discern if she’s like the rest of the people here.
And before she even starts talking, she clicks on her recorder. After what feels like forever she swallows the lump in her throat that thought it could get comfortable her throat.
Not today, or any day lump!
“..Hello, I’m- I’m Lois Lane with… god kid what…” Fair to say Lois lost her voice as quickly as she got it.
Ugh this isn’t you Lois! Focus, this kid needs you. She internally scolded herself, as the kid continued to stare at her. God did he even have enough strength to speak back from how thin and brittle he looks..?
With a deep breath Lois shoved away her own problems, she could work on it without the kids life in danger at this very moment.
“Can you speak..?” She asked walking over to the cell that held him like an animal unworthy of human care.
As she was about to touch the cell keypad she fell short. Unable to continue with the action as she heard a small, weak and hoarse voice. It made her heart break a little at how weak it sounded.
“Don’t… to-ch-…” The boy sounded out, taking a moment to clear his throat.
“Is’ not… go-na end well..” he continued, moving to sit up from his laying down position on the floor.
Lois could see his hair stick to his face and neck from how sweaty he looked. He looked so tired from the simple action of sitting up. More than how he looked before.
“Why not- I’m not leaving you here.” She stated with a ‘no argument tone’ that Jon always commented on.
“They’r not gonna.. give me’ up so easy…” He spoke back, Lois wanted to retort that. Say that she could get him out but…
She knew she couldn’t, this is a government funded facility. And she broke into it. She may be stubborn, but she she’s not foolish.
“I’ll find you a way out, I promise. So just tell me anything and everything you can think of about this- GIW. Their purpose, who they are, anything”
She almost pleaded as she stepped away from the cell with clenched fists. Barely being able to not look away from his icy winter eyes, which reminded her of Bruce’s eyes.
The boy, for his part just nodded weakly. Having moved to lean against the calls glass wall.
“M’ names Danny… Daniel Fen…Fenton..” he stared, Lois for her part. Started taking pictures of the room, and… Danny himself.
“M’ from… Amity, Amity Pa-k-“ he took a moment to clear his throat.
“Amity… park.. Illinois.. uh.. GIW is’- .. means, Ghost. Inves-tigation- Ward.”
“Ghost? Aren’t those superstitions?” She instinctively asked.
As the boy explained roughly about how ghosts were technically ecto beings. Lois opened up a drawer with, which lucky for her held some important information.
Taking pictures of those documents which were mostly about the boy -Danny, who looked so much like her Jon’s best friend but with Bruce’s eyes- it made her heart stutter.
They’d already had his internal workings down on paper… they had- god it made her wanna puke and feel nauseous… it’s wasn’t until she heard the next words from Danny that made her freeze
“They uh- … the last I remember of th- the outside.. was… March..?” Danny, the poor boy got out from his sore, haggard throat.
It had to hold onto the drawer for support… it’s July.
The GIW had had him for 5 months.
Her breath shuddered as she forcibly got her composure back, she couldn’t waver now. The boy will freak if he finds out.
“…Ho-w.. long..?” The poor boy asked. It made Lois purse her lips to stop herself from indicating just how much time had passed. Good thing her back was turned on him.
“Not.. not too long.” She had a feeling she didn’t convince him from his silence.
Straightening herself she put the files back. She got her evidence. With the files back in place she looked back at the boy, so similar to Jon. Her precious baby boy.
Only to find Danny back on the floor, no longer leaning on the glass wall of the cell. There was green sorta gas’s filling it now, shit did she trigger it-
“Kid—“
“S’ kay’ ma’am… their’ cmin’ back…” He managed, looking up much more tiredly at Lois now.
“Kid you with me?!” She scurried to his side, the solid thick glass separating the two of them. If only she had Clark’s strength, just this once.
“Go… their’ cmin’ back… please’ just-.. don’t get caught…” Danny looked straight into Loises eyes. As drowsy as he was, he made sure not to slur his last 3 words together.
All Lois could do was nod, and silently promise herself, and the kid that she was going to do everything she could to get him out. And destroy the GIW.
Looking around quickly she found a little body hole behind a the large mass of drawers and crates towards the back.
Luckily was still able to somewhat see the kids cell from her position. And hastily pull up her phone to record. With the brightness all the way down of course, she doesn’t want to get caught.
Not after find out out what they’d been doing with a fucking child.
Several men in white came in, all of them holding either guns or what looks to be tasers, with two of them having a pole on hand. Lois couldn’t help but think is those were even necessary… he’s a child
And seeing them talk to him like he’s an animal, even going so far as to calling ‘him’ and ‘it’. It made her blood boil.
But not as much as when they tased and beat him when he tried to move away from, or fight back at them. She couldn’t help the small flinch at his muffled grunts and slight whimpers in pain as he took the beating.
She caught the one of them saying why he was acting up now… god Danny was doing that on purpose… for her. To add more to what she has.
And as much as she appreciates it, she wishes he didn’t do that… he’s a child, he shouldn’t have had to do that.
After a 1 minute and 24 seconds (according to the recording) Danny finally gave out. She couldn’t properly see him but she could tell he was heaving hard, trying to catch his breath. The guards with the poles moved and-
And she felt pure rage at how they forcibly moved him with the poles attached to his collar. Keeping him a distance from themselves as they moved him, like a feral dog on the streets.
But it was the fact that Danny was barely making an effort to fight back, and being dragged around carelessly and cruelly by his neck was what got to her.
But she forced down the drive to go up to them and fight them herself. Because again, they’re the government. The only good that’ll do is just for her anger. It’s not gonna help Danny.
It’s not gonna help the poor boy that looks so much like her boy, Jon’s best friend.
It’s not gonna help Danny whose being treated like a feral animal by these people (Can she even consider them people from how they are treating a child?).
So she bites her tongue, waits until they leave.
And begins her search of the facility.
With her phone recording and her recorder having been turned on since she fist spoke with the boy.
Lois Lane, the best reporter and investigator of the Daily Planet. Makes her way around the facility, fitting into the white clad sorry excuse of people, with a uniform she found in one of the boxes.
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Much later, as the morning rays of dawn shed light upon Metropolis’s waking buildings.
A certain woman with black shoulder length hair, and clad in a white suit exits a building near the outskirts of Metroplis.
Her hands are clenched in tight fists as she walks out of the facility’s grounds. As she walks towards the City to where she last parked her car, she brings up her phone once more.
Having recorded all she needed within it, she calls a certain man of steel.
“Hey Lois, where are you?” A man’s voice spoke after not even the second ring.
“I’m coming come right now, but I need you to get ready. This may need a certain man of steel.” She responded back, not even acknowledging his question. For realistically he already hears where she is right now.
“Understood-“ as Clark was about to continued Lois cut him off.
“We need all hands on deck, especially Batman.” Lois could feel Clark tense from this far away as she continued her way back to the street she left her car at.
“I see, I’ll let him know. Your safe thought right?” He asked, that lovable goose, oh how he brought a small, painful smile to her face.
“Yes I’m safe, is Jon okay..?” She suppressed a wince at how her voice cracked towards the end. The image of the broken and beaten boy coming it the forefront of her mind.
“Yes of course… is he somehow involved?” Lois almost lost her footing at the idea. And the tense voice of Clark just amplified the fact that- the kid.
Danny had no one… she saw the little note on the files, on how they’ve been ‘brainwashed’ and were forced to be ‘put down’.
Danny had no one to care, and it broke her heart to think of something like that happening to her boy, to her little Jon.
“Never.” She answered firmly. No way, over her dead body.
“We’ll talk move when I get back.” And with that she ended the call. Having neared her car she reaffirmed her resolve to absolutely crush the GIW for what they had done to Danny.
She’ll make sure they are sorry for doing all they did to him. She has all the evidence.
All she needs now is time to shut them down.
Time that she doesn’t have.
Time that Danny, doesn’t have.
"This better get on the front page" Lois mutters under her breath. She's currently hiding in a crate that's being transported into a secretive "government" facility that calls themselves the GIW. No official data has been released as to what that acronym stands for. A new facility of theirs opened up in Metropolis and Lois is determined to find out what this organization is doing behind closed doors. From the rumors she's heard it sounds like it's Project Stargate level of crazy. This might get her another Pulitzer Prize.
Lois feels the truck holding her, and many many pallets of lead lined crates, pull to a stop. After that it's a blur of muffled words spoken by GIW employees as they unload the truck. Her crate gets picked up by a forklift and moved somewhere deep into the facility. Perfect.
After ten agonizing minutes, the forklift stops and lowers the crate into an unknown room and drives away.
Lois waits.
She has a thermal reader to detect if anyone is inside the room with her that (thank you Bruce) works through two inches of steel and lead.
The only thing she saw that was noticeable was an oddly large cold spot in an adjacent room.
Well it's now or never.
Lois moves cautiously, slowly opening the lid of the crate from underneath just enough to crawl herself through and then slowly put the lid back, careful to not make a sound.
She turns away from the crate and goes to investigate that cold spot.
Past a door, through a short hallway, and inside a high security cell, Lois saw the source of the temperature anomaly.
It's a boy. A boy no older than her son… A boy who was emaciated, collared, handcuffed, and covered in gauze.
A boy who looked near identical to her son's best friend, Damian.
#dpxdc#danny phantom#dp x dc#bones prompts#lois finds danny. damian's thought to be dead twin in a giw facility being experimented on.#it’s 5AM idk how well it turned out#Damian’s gonna be pissed at what they did to his twin#dont worry guys#Danny made sure to lessen the visual glitch when Lois was recording :D#Lois is dead set on freeing Danny and crushing the GIW#and Clark will help#and he will get Bruce in on it#but it doesn’t matter cause Lois was gonna drag his ass in it anyway ;P#The Batfam getting their civilian identities involved because of the GIW having one of them: you have raged war you will hope to never win#Gothamites: HOW DARE THE GOVERNMENT MAY A HAND ON ONE OF OUR BRUCIES CHILDREN?! D:<#There’s gonna be a whole political war that’s gonna start#and the young justice league is going to jump on board in it!#and thankfully Danny has gotten hope that maybe he WILL get out of the GIW#it wasn’t said but Danny said he almost succeeded in escaping several times back in Illinois and that’s why he was transferred here#cause this facility is better equipped to hold him#but obviously not regular beings 💀#also Batman gonna get pissed that the ecto rights also apply to Jason#so now Gothmites not only fighting for the long lost twin but also their ‘come back from the dead baby jay bird Jason’#Dicks gonna have a field day tearing into the GIW with Lios and Clark about these ecto laws#Tim’s gonna almost kill himself from sleep deprivation digging up dirt on every single GIW worker#especially the ones who manhandled him in that video of Lanes#god I had a little too much fun with this#I hope my writing wasn’t too bad tho lmao#literally don’t know what I’m doing
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have/could you write something with katakuri? the size difference... >:3
I have been enabled by the OC discord server run by @discordantwritings. At the request of @maritimebird, it's now here for you too. Thank you for your request, I hope I did it justice!
Take A Seat
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Word count: very short, unfortunately.
Synopsis: Katakuri finally convinces you to sit on his face, and he won't let you go until he's fully satisfied.
Warnings: smut, no plot, MDNI, 18+, NSFW, face sitting, soft Dom Katakuri x afab!reader, oral sex, mattress grinding, size difference (he's 17' tall).
Once he's convinced you to sit on his face, a single fat stripe between your folds is enough to have his ruby gaze roll back in his skull at the first taste. As soon as you're sat firmly over his face, he cant help but to reach up and hold your hips so you can't get away while he chuckles up into you.
Vibrations of his soft whines of pleasure at your essence rolling over his pallet causes you to cry out, as you have no choice but to take everything he's giving to you. He releases your thighs and circles a single broad grip over your waist, the other softly reaching down to palm at his heavily erect and clothed cock. Rocking your hips backwards and forwards by the single grip of his right hand around your waist, he releases hia cock to gently caresses your cheek with the pad of his left index finger. This is how he checks in, mouth simply too full to ask his questions up to you. His eyes both intimidate and reassure you at once: a possessiveness and neediness at the forefront of his glassy gaze.
You're getting tired holding yourself up over his face, regardless of his firm grip, legs trembling and back hunched over him as you struggle beneath the amount of pleasure driven up in every ridge and divot of his tongue. He's very aware of your overwhelmed fatigue as that tightness winds in your stomach and gently shifts you until your lying comfortably on your back beneath him.
The diameter of his head is enough to pry your thighs widely apart. All you can see is those two ruby orbs staring up at you as he spreads a mixture of his needy saliva and your arousal over your pussy.
He's everywhere all at once, the stimulation of his rhythmic grinding prompting you to clap one hand over your lips to muffle your screams while the other fists at his plum-coloured locks to hold him in place. By the soft rise in your cadence and the way you bury your face into your shoulder, he can sense just how close you are. Humming and groaning into your pussy, he shoots shockwaves of his empathetic bliss through your body.
Growling a soft order, he forces your eyes to crack open to see his eyes first rolling back before they close.
"Cum for me, little mouse. Cum on my tongue. Let me taste your ecstasy," he gently shakes his head to pry open your thighs further before bobbing his head up and down. Rolling and flicking his fat tongue through your pussy, his drool seeping from the creases of his split smile and dripping over his textured morsel, he feels you immediately gush the first waves of bliss into his mouth.
"Fuck, Kata! I-I'm cumming," you mewl, throwing your head back into the pillows and keening for him, "Mmm-... F-Fuck, keep d-doing that. I'm c-cumming!!" The soft whimpers as your vision snaps white is all he needs to hook his hands beneath your thighs and force your legs to cage him completely between them. Humming and gently rocking his clothed cock onto the bed, he feels a soft orgasm roll through him and spurt from his cock and stain the inside of his pants.
Gasping into your pussy, Katakuri adds a burst of cool air which shoots a chill through your core and prolongs the sensation of your bliss. Your walls contract and throb as you ride through your high, softly experiencing the shudders of sensitivity through the borders of overstimulation.
Finally both coming down from your highs, no further words are exchanged between you as Katakuri's eyes meet yours with nothing but love and adoration within. Pupils blown, eyes glassy, his lips find your thigh and press a soft flurry of open mouthed kisses over your soft flesh. Placing your thighs back on the bed, he crawls up and looms over your smaller form beneath him.
Reaching up to caress his cheek, he presses a kiss into your palm while closing his eyes. The love he feels in his heart swells and lingers in the afterglow of unconventional unity. Your adoration is mirrored in the softness of your touch as you draw him down to you. Lips colliding, the kiss he presses into you is slow and intentional, depicting more love and romance than words could ever say.
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you are the apple of my eye ( gojo x fem!reader )
outline: gojo satoru is the star of your year while you are the exact opposite, and that is why you want absolutely nothing to do with him.
contains: gojo x fem!reader, fluff, comfort, a bit of angst, reader and gojo are in the same year, lots of pinning from gojo's side, somewhat oblivious reader. some bullying. mishaps and lots of cuteness at the end :D reader is somewhat neurodivergent and lonely :< canon divergence ( my world, my rules )
wc: 8.9k
a/n: my very first fic of gojo. i hope i did him justice. this is kinda self-indulgent... but that's okay.. :> aahhh i miss him so much... i just want to eat and cuddle with him... ahhhh ahem. i wrote this for my one and only, my bestie!!! i hope you like it, my baby <3333 anyway, feedback is always appreciated on my writings! enjoy my fellow gojo connoisseurs!!!!
it is the beginning of november, which marks the onset of an unforgiving winter. the rain pours hard, washing everything it comes in contact with. the stony pavement leading to the jujutsu high is gradually beginning to flood, the water drenching your shoes.
you find your way through the busy road bustling with chattering students and teachers. stepping on wet dead leaves with a clear umbrella clutched in your hands, which is doing a poor job in shielding you from the heavy downpour.
why did they have to make the dormitories so far away from the main buildings?
you enter the front corridor and make a straight beeline for your locker, hurrying to change your shoes before the wetness makes contact with your socks. it was relatively easy to navigate today. usually, you would have to manoeuvre through lines of stationery people blocking the way.
climbing up the stairs to the second floor, you make a turn before coming to a stand still.
not again…
it was becoming a daily occurrence as of now. the horde of girls waiting near your classroom door for a certain someone. you could make out most of them to be from your year and a few junior ones probably a year younger than you and certainly not your best friend, yumeko because you know she’s still dozing off in her bed and will probably come to class a bit later like she often does. and it sucks that she lives in a different building than you. you’d have to request yaga to change rooms before next term.
you position yourself behind them concealed from any prying eyes. it’s not like you had to wait for them to leave. you could always go and ask them to move aside and make way for you, but every time you tried to strike a conversation with them, they all looked towards one another before dismissing you. so you’d rather wait patiently for yaga to disperse them like always.
as if on cue, a certain trio pops up behind a corner, their silhouette becoming clearer as they make their way towards the classroom. the short brown haired girl and the tall black haired boy walk in front while the white-haired boy trails behind. hands tucked in his pants’ pockets, his backpack dangling off his right shoulder. his white tufts bounce with each step. as soon as the girls see them, the loud squealing and giggling start.
‘’hey gojo!’’
‘’how was the mission boys?’’
it’s too early for this.
you don’t miss the frown that crawls up on the brown haired girl’s face. shoko. she has helped you on numerous occasions with your homework and projects. you think she is a nice girl. you often run into her smoking her lungs out behind the school’s building or in a desolate hallway late at night. you are surprised she still has her voice after going through countless packs in a short span.
‘’yo.’’
shoko calls out to you and proceeds to stand beside you, arms crossed. you give her a stiff nod before both of your attention is diverted. a girl emerges from the crowd.
you think she is someone a year below you. she trudges towards the front of the boy and stands in front of the white-haired boy, satoru. you catch a glimpse of a letter tucked in her hands behind her back. satoru raises an eyebrow as the girl begins to speak. everyone falls silent as they listen carefully.
it’s kinda hard to make out what she’s saying from where you are standing, but you know it’s the typical confession the boy receives every week. yumeko once told you about how, at the start of your second year, one of them received a whopping ten love letters in their locker. you don’t know if you should find it endearing or concerning.
shoko chuckles besides you clearly amused at the scene unfolding in front of her. you might as well enjoy this to the fullest. not every day, you get to see something like this.
the girl finishes her speech, head bowed and hands extending, showcasing the letter to satoru. everyone holds their breath as they wait eagerly for his response. dozens of eyes fixated on the white head. satoru stares at the letter blankly before a chuckle leaves him. the girl whips her head up at the mellow sound before she is stopped as his large hand comes up to rest on her head, giving it a small pat.
‘’sorry mimi! you are like a younger sister to me. i am sure there’s someone else for you.’’
everyone gasps, and continuous whispers start filling the once dead air. mimi visibly deflates, her hands dropping to her sides, causing the letter to fall on the floor. little tremors of embarrassment coursing through her body.
despite her attempts to suppress the little whimpers, she fails miserably as a loud sob breaks the tension. soon, she turns around and storms off. her friends call out her name before they go chasing after her. you kinda feel bad for the poor girl.
‘’don’t they know that he’s never going to accept?’’
shoko suddenly turns towards you, a smirk on her smooth face. eyes quirked up.
‘’why?’’ you question, as you look towards where the girl stood. the air is clearing out as everyone retreats to their respective classes.
‘’why don’t you?’’ she winks at you before silently slipping behind the classroom doors.
‘’wait-’’ you try to stop her, but she’s too damn fast. your hand hovers in the air for a moment before you gain composure. suppose you should go now, too. in the distance, you make out the silhouette of your best friend, yumeko.
nevermind.
her loud yells of your name, drawing unwanted attention as she dashes through the hallway. she is quick to join you and wraps an arm around your waist.
‘’finally!’’ she sighs loudly.
you sense satoru looking at the two of you, his blue eyes briefly meeting yours from behind those black sunglasses before he breaks eye contact. he bends down to pick up the trampled letter and shoves it in his jacket. suguru shouts his name, and satoru immediately goes straight into the classroom.
‘’can you please not shout my name in the hallways?’’ you hiss as she clings onto your body, her wet clothes an unpleasant feeling against your own.
‘’oh c’mon, it’s not that bad!’’ she exclaims with loud giggling as the both of you hurry to the classroom.
‘’but seriously yu, you need to get this under control unless you don’t care about jeopardizing your credit.’’ you poke her side and shrug her off.
both of you enter the class and are surprised to see yaga’s already waiting at the front. he nods at you both and signals you to go sit at your desks. satoru still has his eyes on you. you shrug and make your way through the lines of desks.
‘’oh who cares about that.’’ yumeko sighs before breaking into a big grin and sits on her desk in front of you. you only sigh at her mischief as yaga commences the lecture.
‘’today class, we will discuss a bit about your extracurriculars.’’ yaga starts off, his voice barely audible through the loud chatter of the class.
‘’this december break, you are to be assigned to locations all over japan with curse activities and will take on the mission as a duo.’’’
‘’rest assured you will be supervised by a senior jujutsu sorcerer. i will mail the formations and other details by tomorrow morning. make sure to check your post before classes. we will have personal lessons based on your chemistry with your partner.’’
the class is dead silent as yaga finishes his little monologue before everyone erupts in loud noises. some students are thrilled, ready to delve into new adventures while others slouch in their chairs, not happy with missing holidays.
‘’now that’s an interesting way to spice up your holidays, but doesn’t that mean no break for us this winter?’’ yumeko pouts.
“i am sure it’s going to be a quick one.’’
‘’but the sorcerers tend to get outclassed ninety percent of the time, no?’’ she giggles behind her hand.
after spending the rest of the day with yumeko cramped up in the library cramming for your theoretical exams, you stayed behind while yumeko had to go early. the hallways, along with the main entrance, are empty at this time, adding to the peaceful ambience.
‘’hey stop trying to frighten me, or i’ll have to chicken out before we actually go!’’ you join in with her giggles before both of you tune into the lecture.
you begin getting ready to return only to see the rain has yet to stop. yumeko had to borrow your umbrella, and you figured if you stayed behind a bit more, the storm might calm down, but clearly, it is not happening any time soon.
guess you’ll have to sit it out later into the night, too. might as well go to the cafeteria at this point.
‘’hey got an umbrella?’’
soft footsteps echo behind you before a warm and mellow voice calls out to you. you turn around, and once again, those familiar blue hues surround you.
satoru stands idly in front of you, leaning on a locker, eyes fixated straight on yours. the eye contact is fierce, causing you to break it off right away, shuddering at the intensity of his gaze.
you shake your head, not saying anything, trying to limit the interaction with him. really you don’t have anything against him, it’s just, you’d rather stay away from him from all the attention, and you definitely don’t want his fangirls ganging up on you for trying to snatch their crush away.
‘’oh don’t you have one?’’ he speaks easily and lifts off the locker, coming towards you.
‘’here you can take mine.’’ he’s so, so close to you now. the sweet smell of his cologne and the warmth radiating off of him is making your senses fuzzy. you again shake your head before coming up with an excuse.
‘’there’s no need. uh, my friend will be here shortly. thanks for offering, though.’’
you cringe internally at the hoarseness of your voice. since when did you sound like that, and was that a stutter? oh, god. you have done embarrassing yourself in front of him.
satoru chuckles watching you go through a mental debate. the distress is visible on your face, and he reaches up a hand to your shoulders and gives it a squeeze, trying to ease the mood.
‘’hey listen i don’t mind, and it’s not like i need one.’’ his voice now much more soft. he extends the umbrella towards you, waiting patiently.
you do your best not to pay attention to the weight of his unusually large hand on your shoulder as you stare intently at the clear umbrella. he again gives you a slight squeeze before you break out in a sigh.
you nod at him, and satoru cheers, a big grin danves on his face before passing the umbrella to you. your fingers graze briefly. a shudder courses through your body.
he’s surprisingly warm.
you are sure he must have felt the cold from your fingers. you thank him and open the umbrella. satoru is still standing beside you.
‘’you are welcome!’’ he chirps.
his jacket brushes against you and steps outside in the heavy rain. you are shocked to see him perfectly dry despite the heavy droplets of water. you focus on how the water seemed to disappear just before it reaches him and falls to the ground, barely making any contact with his body.
‘’you get it now?’’ satoru quips with a subtle smirk and sends you a quick wink before parting ways. you feel your cheeks heating up at his little act.
what the..
it's the next day, and just like yaga said, you wake up to find the letter in your mailbox containing the details about your very first joint mission. today you are with yumeko in her dorm. she is jumping from side to side, her own letter clutched in her hands while you sit on her bed. you can’t help but smile at the contagious excitement summering in the room.
‘’and? what are we waiting for? let’s open it!’’ yumeko springs on the bed, jolting you in the process.
‘’who knows they coincidentally partnered you and me?’’
‘’that’s impossible but sure.’’ you can only shake your head as she keeps on muttering something under her breath.
‘’whatever, yours first!’’ both of sit up straight, a strange feeling coursing through your bodies. why were you feeling nervous all of a sudden.
the once free and joyous air was now full of stillness. your heart races with excitement and uncertainty before you finally look at the inscribed name. yumeko breaks out into a loud gasp, trying to process the information, her hands in the air making random figures as she starts blabbering.
you had certainly not expected him to be your partner. you kept rubbing your eyes. maybe your eyes were deceiving you, but no matter how many times you rubbed them, the name did not change.
‘’what?! no way you got him as your partner!’’
‘’why are you mad at me? it’s not like i wanted him as my partner!’’ you huff and fall back into the sheets, arms coming up to rest on your head. the weight of the mission presses down on you as you think about how you were going to work with him. mind racing with possibilities and concerns.
‘’everything will be credited to him, and my plans of landing an early internship? blown to pieces!’’
your frustration is palpable. no way you were securing that internship now.
‘’i mean that’s true, but it’s going to be easy now! i don’t even have any idea who my partner is.’’ yumeko crawls beside you and exhales deeply.
‘’but don’t worry it will work out.’’ sigh you can only hope for now.
it’s a few days later after you received your letter. a dim afternoon, you are waiting outside yaga’s office. you’ve been meaning to talk to him about changing partners for the upcoming missions, and you explain to him trying your best to look sincere.
but no matter how many times you try to appeal to him, he just wouldn’t falter. he keeps on talking. that the jujutsu headquarters are the ones who designed the pairings, and there was nothing he could do about it. but isn't he a teacher? surely there was something he didn't think of.
every day becomes a hassle as you try to avoid satoru, but it’s impossible with the two of you being in the same class. he shows up strutting over to where you sit in the back of the class. the same black sunglasses hiding his eyes. he whistles a low melody as he comes to stand near your desk.
you return from his office defeated. you never considered yourself to be lucky, but it really seemed like fate had stopped favouring you. there’s no way in hell you would go with the gojo satoru on a mission, but there was nothing you could do now.
yumeko, who was in a conversation with you, looks at him and then you, eyes flickering back and forth between you and satoru.
‘’you know i thought it was appropriate to reach out to your partner to talk about your missions, but i guess not.’’
you continue to stare at the book open in front of you without sparing him a glance, a stick of pocky in your hand. he chuckles, amused at the lack of the reaction from you before waving a hand in front of your face, trying to get you to look at him.
‘’hey missy!’’ you keep on staring at the jumbled words on the book. if you keep this act up, maybe he will leave you in peace.
‘’you know i am hurt when yaga told me that you wanted to switch partners.’’ satoru give you a pout, pink glossy lips jutting out cutely. you bite down onto the last bits of your pocky as you resist the urge to laugh at his ridiculous actions.
‘’and here i thought perhaps you will like me more after i gave you my umbrella.’’ he sighs and dramatically placed a hand against his forehead.
satoru continues his monologue of random ramblings. he leans against your chair, a familiar scent to infiltrates your nostrils. clearly, this boy has no sense of personal bubble. yumeko begins to stand up from her desk, wanting nothing to do with his idiotic acting.
‘’no wait please, don’t leave me alone with him.’’ you jolt up at the sound of her chair screeching as you beg her to end your misery. yumeko puts both of her hands up in a surrender and dashes through the class and out the door.
thanks for that, yumeko.
you stand there awkwardly, now fully aware of the piercing gaze.
‘’oh so now you acknowledge me.’’
you feel yourself trembling as his full attention is on you.
‘’can we please not do this here?’’
you hope he hears the pleading in your voice. yikes, everyone in the class is staring at the two of you now.
there is something flimsy about you right now that satoru can’t put a finger around. why were you getting so worked up? he was just making friendly conversation. you hastily began to put your stuff back in your backpack, eager to leave the classroom as soon as possible. all the while, satoru simply looks at you.
‘’excuse me.’’
‘’am i that bad? that you can’t bear having me near you?’’
he suddenly speaks up, breaking the silence. both of you stand still as he waits for your response. your heart is now palpitating behind your rib cage, and it’s becoming difficult to breathe properly. your palms are sweaty as tension begins taking over you.
‘’it’s not about you.’’ you try to speak clearly, but your voice is merely above a whisper.
‘’then what is it?’’
‘’it’s about me.’’
you push past him, your arm briefly touching his. satoru watches you leave with his mouth agape before you disappear behind the classroom door away from his gaze.
ever since that encounter, satoru has been awfully calm around you. the training sessions before the actual mission have been taking place after school. he did show up to a few in the beginning, lazing around not even bothering to practice with you.
the whole session, he munched on his stash of sweets he seemed to carry everywhere all the while rambling about a cartoon named digimon, which you have no idea about. you also joined in talking about your favourite sweets and chocolates. this was all you did before he left mid-session.
‘’and this is my absolute favourite card at the moment, i hope it makes it to the top ten rankings. wait, i should take you to the tournament sometime. yeah i should.’’
as always, he was murmuring things to himself, and you’re glad he was not focusing on how bright the redness on your face was starting to get.
apart from the short chit-chats, the last of the sessions are spent alone watching the other students practice jujutsu while you sit in a corner behind a tree or a rock. yaga would look at you with pity and tell you not to worry about it. but how could you not? wasn’t he the one preaching about how rude it was not to talk with your partner, but it’s not when he is not even attending the sessions properly?
and it seemed like he had no interest in the training anymore as he didn’t even bother with showing up to some near the end. these remaning training sessions were a mess, and you are glad this was over now.
during the last week of november, jujutsu high was busy with the theoretical exams. you have seen satoru in the exam hall a few times. he appeared the same as he usually is, surrounded by his fangirls or trailing behind his friends.
he never approached you or even glanced at you. it’s been radio silence ever since the practice. you can’t help but feel a bit of hurt at his sudden disinterest.
you get it that he is one of the strongest duo. heck he doesn’t even need all this training, but he could at least come out of courtesy. you are not anywhere near his level, and you could’ve appreciated his help.
if he's like this during the practices, you can only wonder how the mission was going to be with him.
it's after the last of your exams, you are relaxing in your room when yumeko comes and drops off your umbrella. she insisted that you return satoru’s too. you tried to convince yumeko to drop it off at his dorm since she lives in the same building as him, but she was having nothing of that.
so you find yourself standing in front of his door. his nameplate hanging on the wooden door with a bunch of smiley faces stickers here and there. it was kinda cute. just a little.
should you just leave it at the front? no way in hell were you going to knock?
‘’oh it’s you.’’
you whip around startled at a sudden presence behind you. oh, it was suguru with plastic bags full of groceries in his hands.
‘’you wanted to meet with satoru?’’
he comes around you while you step aside to allow him to unlock the room.
‘’unfortunately he’s not here right now. come.’’ he gestures to the unlocked room and steps inside.
‘’oh no there’s no need for that. i was just, uhh, here to return his umbrella.’’
your lips press together as you point to the clear umbrella clutched in your hands. you extend it towards him. suguru nods and takes it from you. he reaches into one of the bags and pulls out a box of pocky.
‘’here for you.’’ he says, a small smile gracing his face.
‘’satoru told me you enjoyed stuff like this.’’ your eyes widen at his statement.
what? satoru has been talking about you? and to his friends? heat glows on your face, and you drop your head trying not to scream in front of suguru. your eyes trained on the chocolate box before politely accepting it.
‘’thanks.’’ you try to muster a smile at his kind gesture. not really sure if it looked nice at all.
‘’it’s no problem at all.’’ he waves at you, shooting you a friendly smile one last time before you return to your own dorm.
one moment he’s pretending that you don’t exist, and the other, you find that he is gossiping about you to his friends. you don’t know what to make of it, but you don’t like the fact that someone might be talking behind your back.
the ride to aomori is arid. the majority of your time has been spent sleeping or gazing out the window of your vehicle, admiring the rolling hills. you just don’t get it. why is it so difficult sometimes?
you don’t know when the time passes and the mission day rolls around. everyone is waiting around the main entrance of jujutsu high. meanwhile, you are alone once again watching everyone else get ready with their duo. this is extremely embarrassing. you’ve been informed that satoru will be joining you at the designated place. great, just great.
you remember satoru asking you the question. whether you found him annoying or difficult to be with. but at present, you can’t help but think maybe he is the one who didn’t want to associate with a loner. maybe that’s why nowadays he is avoiding you like the plague everywhere he goes.
you both can’t even be considered friends, so why is his disinterest affecting you so much? or was it that perhaps you were beginning to think you finally made another friend. but guess not. soon you find yourself standing in a random lobby of a hotel. it’s nearing the end of the day. your supervisor is someone with the name of tanaba sora, a first grade jujutsu sorcerer. he helps you with checking in at the reception. now that the formalities have been completed, you’d suppose a tour wouldn’t hurt.
even though it’s midnight, the hotel is still lively buzzing with tourists and vacationers. dozens of guests are checking in, and the banquet hall is full of people socializing with jazz playing in the background. the bar is still open, and you spot a couple of high schoolers who probably sneak in enjoying themselves from outside. you’d wonder where yumeko was. maybe she was taking a tour of her own hotel just like you, or maybe she had already hit the bed.
the tour was supposed to feel nice, but all it had done was remind you again and again of your lack of company. where the heck was satoru? they told you he would be here, but it’s been several hours since you’ve arrived, and he hasn’t shown up yet.
was this a joke to him or what?
it seemed like he’s still an egotistical prick, just like you've told. you were too blinded by his bubbly appearance on that rainy day to see that.
it’s the day of the mission. last night, you barely got any sleep. the touring around late into the night was certainly a terrible idea considering you were to get up early today to meet with tanaba-san. the buffet at the hotel was already closed when you arrived in the dining hall. great. not even refreshments were available. guess you’d just pick up a sandwich from the vending machine. the hotel has tons of machines ones near the side entrance, you suppose a carton of chocolate milk along with the sandwich would be good.
the air outside is crisp and windy. the surroundings are blanketed with a thick layer of snow. it must have snowed last night. the instant you enter through the side entrance, your eyes immediately zero in on the familiar white head. great, just who you wanted to see at this moment. he’s dressed the total opposite to you. you had put on your thickest coat while he’s in a sleek black leather jacket with some washed-out grey jeans.
is he not cold with such little layering?
before you could make an attempt to run away, satoru’s already caught sight of you and was making his way to you. there was no escape for you now.
‘’yo! i see you have already arrived.’’
satoru has his head tilted down in an attempt to meet your eyes, but you are unwilling to look at him as you divert your attention to his white converses. he complains about the lack of high-quality strawberry milk at this place, but you just don’t care about that or the different brands of strawberry milk he is carrying in his hands.
‘’why didn’t you come with us yesterday?’’
‘’huh?’’
you hold onto your white scarf a bit tighter as you say nothing and continue to shoot glares at his shoes.
‘’oh i really wanted to, but you know how it is last-minute clan meetings, the higher ups just wouldn’t let me go.’’ your eyes meet, and you take in the sight of how full his already angelic eyelashes look with the snow coating them.
‘’i know you must have been confused after the long journey.’’ he apologizes between long gulps from his carton of sweet milk and satisfied hums.
‘’what you say we hit the city before the mission?’’ he gives you a sweet smile, his lips sheen with the drizzle of sweet pink liquid. however, his sweet presence does nothing to ease the discomfort in your chest.
‘’at least give me a legitimate excuse.’’
‘’what? no it’s not-’’
‘’just say it. that this whole thing is too troublesome for you, and you’d rather be spending some time with your side chicks than accompany me on a mission!’’
‘’no, no it’s not like that-’’
‘’no actually it’s my fault for confiding in a stranger so easily.’’
‘’no wait-’’
‘’goodbye.’’
what a nice way to start off your day. maybe you had lashed out on the poor boy, but he deserved it. tanaba-san comes knocking at your hotel room you’ve shut yourself in after the whole mess with satoru. he is there too when you step out into the hallway. he gives you a small smile which you don’t bother returning. you don’t see the way his shoulders droop, the way his smile becomes a little strained.
tanaba-san takes you through the main city of aomori. the streets are just waking up with vendors setting up their stalls and shops, and people waiting at the bus stop as many get ready to start their day. your designated location is the isolated ishigami shrine deep in the woods.
tanaba-san explains how some people in the vicinity have been disappearing on a regular basis. upon investigation, little traces of cursed energy had shown up in the reports pointing towards a curse spirit. the shrine at the moment was abandoned, and it was easy to see with the way the moss and tangled vines seemed to envelope every single inch of the site.
“why would anyone come to pray at an abandoned shrine? aren’t there better options in the city?” satoru asks all of a sudden while you’re in the middle of walking to the shrine.
“that’s what confuses us too. you’d think people would stop coming after the disappearances, but they haven’t.” tanaba-san replies while he looks at the reports he brought with him.
“it’s almost like they have been lured in.” you say and look at him.
“that might be it. and it matches with the amount of cursed energy residuals near the walkway to the shrine.” he shows you the report, and you ponder for a while.
“maybe the people aren’t coming on their own. the curse might be targeting the passersby.” tanaba-san praises you and gives you a gentle pat on your head while satoru huffs in the back.
now that the things are becoming clearer, tanaba-san leaves the two of you to find the curse. he assures you both that he will be on guard if anything goes out of control.
“i don’t think there will be any need for that.” you can’t help but roll your eyes at his lack of respect before ensuring tanaba-san that you will call him as soon as everything is taken care of.
“that was rude.” you point out after he has left.
from your peripheral, you noticed how satoru quirks up an eyebrow and huffs to himself like a disgruntled kid. whatever, you had no time to deal with his petty antics. you begin to make your way inside the main interior of the shrine only to find yourself interrupted as satoru abruptly stands in front of you.
“and where do you think you’re going?” he asks, eyes down cast and almost pouting.
“to search?”
“aww no, no.” laughing to himself, satoru coos loudly at you.
“you are staying right behind me. who knows what might be lurking in there.” he goes behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, turning you around.
“in case you have forgotten, i am a jujutsu sorcerer too!” you cross your arms.
is he serious?
“but i’m the strongest here, not you.” he leans in again and grins at you. his familiar fragrant smell murking your thoughts.
“just because you are the most powerful doesn’t give you the right to order me around.” you point your finger at his chest, pushing him off from you.
“it’s not that you have any choice unless you want to die.” does he think you are some child? for god’s sake.
“i can handle myself just fine!”
can’t he just stop?
“i don’t think so.” his usual cheery stance has shifted to a serious one. he looks down at you, his stature tall and dominating with his eyes glowing a little.
“what grade are you? you’re barely a second. so how about leaving things to the professional?” he shakes his head and turns around.
“why don’t you just quit with this? time’s wasting, ya know?” he continues voice no longer holding that tangy tone. he grips tight onto your hand, dragging you behind him.
“i’ve had enough.” you snatch your hand away from his hold.
“hey! didn’t i just tell you-”
“don’t touch me and stay away from me. you scumbag.”
“yeah? i don’t think so.’’
you run away with all your might away from his demeaning gaze and spiteful words. wow, he didn’t have to say it like that. you are sure he is absolutely sick of you. tears are brimming in your eyes as you blink frantically, trying not to burst into tears. but no matter what you do, the conversation keeps on resurfacing in your mind.
you just wanted to show him that you were capable of dealing with this on your own. why was he so obnoxious? you gaze at the morning scene of the forest. the quiet view calming your senses. guess all you have to do is find that curse as fast as you can and leave this godforsaken place.
as you wander deep into the wilderness, you find yourself surrounded by tall evergreen trees that seem to close in on you. their branches like skeletal fingers reaching out. the air was beginning to get colder the further you went in. you can’t help but feel like something ominous was waiting in the area.
it was pitch quiet. eerie silence all around you. so still that you could hear the crackle of snow beneath your boots. a branch snaps in a distance before a crow cries out and glides away. quickly, you summoned your katana, the blade weighing heavy as you hold it in front of you, ready to strike anything that comes at you. something or rather someone is definitely in the vicinity.
moving closer to where the snap came from, you notice the intense stench of curse energy in the air. the spirit must’ve been here, or maybe it’s still skulking around. you take another careful step.
your eyes fall on to a knocked-down tree trunk and behind the scraped wood, you see it or rather her. sitting on top of a rock with shide ropes all around it. dozens of dead bodies, which you assumed were of the victims. all of them placed in a circle pattern around the centre.
she was dressed in a pale white kimono, her face was hidden from you, and only her red plump lips were visible to you. her skin was strangely too human like as a curse. no wait.
no, that wasn’t a cursed spirit…
it was a fallen deity.
everything was beginning to make sense. that shrine must have been dedicated to her. you couldn’t stop the gasp that left you, and the deity snaps up her head as she appears to be looking at you.
‘’...?’’
she speaks something in a language you are not able to understand. however calm she appears right now, you know better than to let your guard down. you slowly point your katana at her.
‘’what have you done to them?’’
once more, you are finding it difficult to comprehend any of what she is saying. from the looks of it, the bodies seemed to have been disintegrating, leaving behind the rotten flesh and a wretched smell. god, what has she done to them? their faces are almost unrecognizable through the bits and pieces of skin falling off, the muscle underneath as apparent as daylight.
the deity’s dreary tone changes, her voice now a chilling command. she utters some chants, and the surrounding bodies begin to stir, their decayed forms rising with jerky and unnatural movements. the horror begins to form as you realize she has cursed them with a disease, turning them into flesh-eating monsters under her control.
one by one, the undead lurch towards you, their eyes vacant, and their mouths twisted in silent screams. you know that even a single touch could doom you to the same fate. with a deep breath, you ready your katana, the blade gleaming in the dim sunlight.
the first creature lunges at you, but you sidestep and slice through its neck with precision. it tumbles to the ground, lifeless once more. another follows, and then another. each one is weak compared to you, but their sheer numbers are overwhelming.
you dodge and weave, your katana cutting through the air in swift and brutal strokes. the stench of decay fills your nostrils, but you push through, determined to stay alive. the numbers are lessening, she must have run out of corpses. just as you think you have the upper hand, the deity herself moves.
with grace, she descends upon you, her pale hands glowing with curse energy. you try to dodge her attack, but she is too fast. her move sends you sprawling to the ground, your katana slipping from your grasp. your blood is making a pool on the dirt, flowing in large globs from the open wounds. pain sears through your body, and you scream out, feeling the cold grip of death closing in.
as your vision begins to blur, you hear a familiar voice. satoru appears, his presence a beacon of light. with a swift motion, he pulls the remaining monsters into a void with the amplification of his curse technique, the blue light shining through the dense forest. his power surpassing the deity’s influence. he turns to you, kneeling beside you, his azure eyes glowing with fervour.
“hang on,” he says, his voice steady. “i’ve got this.”
he turns around to stare at the deity and stands up. he releases his energy output, and his cursed energy reaches to a maximum. with a final, powerful blast, satoru annihilates the deity, purple splotches splattering the ground as her form dissipates into nothingness. he rushes to your side once more before holding you in his arms.
“you’re going to be okay.” he assures you.
you manage a weak smile, grateful that he came looking for you even though you shouted pretty bad stuff at him.
“thanks.” you whisper, voice low.
“don’t mention it,” he replies, his usual cheerfulness returning. “just don’t run off like that again. yeah?’’
you nod as you get comfortable in his secure hold, feeling drowsy from all the fighting.
"and i am sorry too. i shouldn't have said those things."
you feel your eyes widen before you let out a giggle.
"mhm, it's okay."
satoru smiles at you and pinches your cheeks before lifting you properly.
you are still recovering from your injuries by the time you made it back to jujutsu high. satoru decided to join you on the journey back. even though you spent the majority of the trip sleeping, you are glad you at least had some company this time.
what follows after is a hazy blur. you don’t know when you made it to the hotel room.
everyone has arrived already, waiting in the courtyard for yaga to welcome the tired folks from the mission. yumeko waves at you from the crowd and immediately runs over to you, fussing over the way you are wrapped in white bandages from head to toe.
it was nice getting together with yumeko after so much time. you didn’t notice you were beginning to miss hearing the pompous gossip of the school. her trip was smooth without any hiccups. she told you it was barely a second grade curse. easy-peasy. nevertheless, you are glad she’s unscathed.
too engaged in chatting with yumeko you don’t notice when a group of girls approaches you, their eyes narrowing as they take in your bandaged state.
‘’hey girls!’’ yumeko calls out and welcomes them.
one of the girls, a tall one with long and black flowing hair, steps forward, her voice dripping with disdain.
“look at you, always needing to be saved. it’s kinda pathetic, no?” she tilts her head towards her friends, trying to get their approval.
a short girl chimes in, her lips glossed with shimmering crème, “do you think you can just hog gojo’s attention because you’re a weakling? it’s embarrassing.”
‘’we can all see what you’re trying to achieve.’’ the same black haired spits at you before all of them start howling and laughing at you.
you try to ignore them and pay attention to what yaga’s speaking about, but their words sting. yumeko steps in, her eyes bright with anger.
“leave her alone. it’s not her fault that the curse turned out to be a special grade.”
the tall girl sneers in distaste. “oh, defending your dear friend, are you? how about you tell your little one to stop making a move on gojo.”
‘’who are you to speak on his behalf, huh?!’’ yumeko responds back, snarling at the girl.
the students nearby glance over, whispering behind their hands.
you hold yumeko back as the girls continue to laugh and jeer. a lump forms in your throat, the pain from your injuries mixing with the hurt from their words.
“enough!” you yell, silencing them.
“you all think you’re special just because you fawn over him? well, you’re not!”
“so shut your mouth before i make you regret it!”
sweat drips down your face as you finish your outburst. everyone is staring at you. the realization of what you’ve done crashes over you causing you to shriek as you draw in heavy breaths.
yumeko calls out to you, but you shake your head. turning away, you sprint to your dorm, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
this was never going to change.
upon your sudden disappearance, not only your friend yumeko has become worried, but a certain someone is concerned too. satoru was delighted once he saw your name in his letter. he never really talked to you or approached you when you both joined the jujutsu high a year ago, but he’s been yearning to talk to you ever since. you were always so hasty to leave when the lectures were over, leaving him standing alone in the hallway.
to everyone else, you seemed like a chill and timid girl who preferred to stay cooped up in her dorm, but he knew there was more beneath your hard shell.
those sweet giggles of you from the class are still reverberating in his mind. satoru assumed the rest of you to be the same. he wouldn’t mind having another friend, and besides, he just seems to have a soft spot for sweet things, too.
on that fateful day, his prayers appeared to have been answered when he saw you standing near the lockers all by yourself, waiting for the storm to subside.
he was giddy when suguru told him you came to visit him. the entire day, he spent curled up in his bed looking at his umbrella. after the whole fiasco in aomori, he admits there were some ups and downs, some misunderstandings, but he thought you two were over them.
so why were you not responding to his messages and calls. your desk has always been vacant ever since you both came back. satoru even went to yaga at the end of a lecture one day. he didn’t really go into too many details. he just told him that you were sick.
but were you really? or were you faking it?
so he sets out on a mission, desperate to see you. he seeks out the one person he’s seen you with. luckily, his dorm is on the same floor as your best friend’s. yumeko is more than happy to help him since you wouldn’t meet her. maybe you’ll listen to him. she speaks in a hushed tone about the encounter with the girls, her voice trembling.
as yumeko recounts the cruel words and actions of the fangirls, satoru’s fists clench at his sides. his usually cheery appearance is replaced by a storm of emotions.
“they said what?” he growls, his eyes flashing with disgust.
“how dare they treat her like that?”
yumeko nods, her expression equally upset. “they think they can bully her just because she’s close to you. it’s not fair.”
satoru nearly whips his hair out in anger, his mind racing with thoughts of how to confront those girls.
“this is unacceptable. they have no right to make her feel this way.”
he nearly trips on his feet several times with the way he’s hurrying towards your dorm. his heart pounds in his chest, a mix of frustration and fear driving him forward. he can’t believe those girls, the ones who claim to admire him, could be so cruel. the thought of you suffering because of their jealousy makes his blood boil.
by the time he reaches your dorm, he is panting and drenched in sweat. he knocks urgently, his knuckles white from the force, and waits for you to open the door only to hear no response from the other side. his eyes glare at your nameplate before he knocks again.
‘’i can see feel your cursed energy.’’ silence.
‘’i know you’re in there,’’ he repeats, his voice softer this time. ‘’please just listen to me.’’
inside your room, you sit on your bed, hugging your knees to your chest. eyes dried up with leftover tears clinging to your eyelashes and your lips slightly chapped. you can hear the concern in his voice, but the sting of the girls’ words still lingers. you don’t want to face him, not like this.
“go away,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“i’m not leaving until you open this door,” he replies firmly. “we need to talk.”
you hesitate for a moment, the weight of his words pressing down on you. was he finally going to cut you off? is that why he was here? you stay seated in your bed, trembling before you hear him call out your name softly.
slowly, you get up and walk to the door. you stand in front of the wood. satoru encourages you behind the door to open it, and you do so. unlocking it but not opening it fully, that doesn’t stop him as he pushes it open gently, stepping inside and closing it behind him.
he looks at you, his eyes filled with worry and anger. “why have you been avoiding me?”
you turn away, not wanting to meet his gaze. “it’s better this way.”
“better for whom?” he asks, stepping closer.
“not for me. and definitely not for you.” you could feel him standing behind you, his warmth radiating towards you.
you feel tears welling up again at his words. “they said i’m weak. that i don’t deserve to be around you.”
satoru’s expression hardens, his anger flaring up again. “they don’t know what they’re talking about. you’re one of the strongest people i know.”
‘’you did so well on the mission.’’
you shake your head, the tears spilling over descending your cheeks. “you don’t understand. everyone is beginning to hate me because of you.”
satoru feels his chest tighten as he looks at your trembling form. he reaches out, gently turning you to face him.
“then let them hate. their opinions don’t matter. what is important is how you feel about yourself.”
you look up at him, his words slowly sinking in. “but, it’s hard when people are constantly trying to make you feel like you’re worthless.”
“i know, but remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your permission.” he says softly, his anger giving way to something protective.
“but you don’t have to go through it alone. i’m here for you. always.”
he pulls you into his strong arms, immediately calming you with his warm embrace. he rubs up and down your back and lets you cry out your emotions, not minding that you’re wetting his tee.
he holds you in his arms for a couple of minutes, smearing kisses against your head, and soon your sobs die down, and you take a deep breath, the tension in your chest easing slightly.
“thank you, satoru.” you look up from where you were tucked in his chest.
he smiles down at you and pinches your cheek. his usual cheerfulness returning. “anytime.’’
you nod, feeling a bit lighter. he slowly guides your head back against his chest and continues to hug you tightly.
“there’s something i want to tell you —”
satoru gently guides you to sit on the edge of your bed, his hands never leaving yours. the room is quiet, save for the soft hum of the heater and the distance howling of the snowfall against the window. he sits beside you, close enough that you can feel his knee touching yours.
he takes a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. “— something i’ve been meaning to tell you,” he begins, his voice soft but steady.
“i’ve been holding back for too long, and i can’t keep it inside anymore.” you feel a flutter in your chest, a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
“what is it, satoru?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
he reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. his touch is tender, sending shivers down your spine.
“i care about you, more than just a friend,” he confesses, his eyes searching yours for any sign of rejection.
“i’ve felt this way for a while now, but i was too afraid to say anything. i didn’t want to risk losing what we already had.”
your breath catches in your throat as his words sink in. the emotions you’ve been trying to suppress come rushing to the surface.
“satoru, i-” you start, but he places a finger tenderly on your lips, effectively silencing you.
“let me finish,” he whispers softly.
“you mean the world to me. seeing you hurt because of those girls, it broke my heart. at that time, i realized i wanted to be there for you, to protect you, and to make you happy. if you’ll let me.”
tears well up in your eyes, but this time, they are ones of relief.
“i feel the same way.” you admit, your voice trembling with elation.
“i’ve been so scared, but i can’t deny it anymore. i care about you too, satoru.”
a smile spreads across his face, and he leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours.
“thank you,” he whispers, his breath silky against your skin.
“for giving me a chance.”
you never thought you’d see those blue eyes so close. at this moment, you wanted nothing but to submerge and drown yourself in them.
slowly, satoru tilts his head, his lips brushing against yours in the softest of kisses. the world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this perfect moment. his kiss is gentle at first as he slowly mouths at your lower lips, as if he was testing the waters.
but as you respond with a soft kiss against his own lips, he deepens it, the kiss now filled with all the emotions you’ve both been holding back.
you feel his hands move to cup your face, his thumbs gently cradling your cheeks. your own find their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer. the kiss is everything, sending a rush of warmth and tingles through your entire body.
his lips move against yours with a tenderness that makes your heart swell, each nip at your lips igniting a spark that spreads through your veins. the snow outside seems to intensify, mirroring the storm of emotions within you.
his hands slide down to your waist underneath your sweater, rubbing circles before pulling you even closer as your chest rubs against his. you answer by wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape. the kiss becomes more passionate yet still tender, a perfect blend of love and desire.
when you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads still touching.
“i love you.” he murmurs against your mouth, his eyes sparkling with sincerity and adoration for you.
“i love you too,” you reply, your heart swelling with gentle love.
you and satoru share a smile. he slips under the covers and tucks you in before pulling you into his comforting embrace once again. holding you as if he never wants to let go. satoru looks at you one last time and chuckles to himself with how content you seem snuggled in his arms. finally, he’s got what he’s been desiring for ages.
“you know you have always been the apple of my eye,” he mumbles, his voice filled with fondness.
you laugh softly, a fuzzy feeling spread through you. “oh, shut up!” you reply, playfully nudging him.
he grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “i mean it. you’re everything to me.”
you look up at him, your heart swelling with love. “and you’re everything to me, too.”
as the snow continues to fall outside, you both settle into a comfortable silence, holding each other close. the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you in your own little haven.
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I am floored. Wow. What a finale!! Now that’s what I call stranger danger lmao! I have never seen the show it was inspired from so I really had no idea what to expect! This was an amazing suspenseful journey. Thank you so much for your work! I loved reading it! 💖
Strangers (Chapter Ten)
Strangers from Hell AU
Series Masterlist
pairing: ot7 x reader
genre: yandere, horror/thriller
word count: 6.7k
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!): unreliable narrator, murder, mature themes, minor character death, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, bullying, violence against women, blood and injuries, mc has some self-deprecating thoughts, mc is lowkey in denial.
The day stretched on for what felt like hours but in reality was only about two before the sun had finally begun to set. The weather had been so weird, bright and sunny despite the dark clouds looming in the background. Something told you that the storm you sensed coming previously was finally about to arrive - just in time, too.
You had stared out the window of the hotel as Nayeon paced on the floor in front of the bed. She had been mumbling things here and there, reaching for her phone a few times before ultimately changing her mind. She didn’t like to be out of control of the situation, that much you could tell. You had never seen your best friend so stressed - not even during exam week - and you have to admit you didn’t like it. She had always been so sure of herself for as long as you had known her. If anything, this just emphasized the seriousness of the situation.
You’re sure you probably looked too blasé about the situation, a blank expression on your face as you rested your head on your knees. The truth was you just felt numb, having gone through so many emotions these past days already. This past month had taken a tremendous toll on you, the lack of sleep and stress finally catching up to you. You had no idea what the outcome would be after tonight but you found it hard to care. Jail almost sounded better than whatever awaited you both at the residence, but you weren’t exactly ready to go running to the police station right now anyway. Besides, you didn’t want to find out what Namjoon would do if you went against his wishes.
“Fuck it, I’m calling them.” Nayeon finally broke, picking her phone up off the bed and swiping at it.
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#and now for my scheduled tag screaming#disappointed but not surprised by nayeon trying to turn yn into the police…just for jihoon mind you#though now we know she pretty much hated yn this whole time like wow…she really let it all out and DIDNT expect to get stabbed#did she and jihoon deserve death objectively and morally no but am I satisfied by their death yes lmao#honestly nayeon blaming yn for their situation when the gag is her and jihoon probably could have avoided dying by being upfront w her#and cutting ties w her therefore avoiding namjoon and company’s wrath#but they saw they were cheating and said ew no 🔪🔪🔪 the long game is over and we want justice for yn NOW#so really nayeon and jihoon did this to themselves I try to justify as obviously these STRANGERS are murderers out of their mind#also jungkook breaking the door down w an axe smoking made me think of the shining! 😂 I wish I had photoshop lmao!#just like Noona! you’re back!! :D and he doesnt think that’s horrifying lmfao#and the revelation yn had about strangers…shout-out to that old man on the bus on chapter one…sorry yn#and how yn looked at her situation in a new light like omg I was in this dingy apartment hanging out w these SEVEN STRANGERS for a month?!#and how they all came together just…god it must be rough to be yn. im guessing they tried to find their missing piece w first girl and soomi#and that didn’t work CLEARLY#detective lee too never stood a chance#yn seeing Hobi shift first hand too like 😭 sorry he’s just like the rest of them!!#and let’s not forget the best/biggest moment of all when yn realizes she’s the one who stabbed nayeon#cinematic marvelous show stopping spectacular lmao all the good words!! she ran to Taehyung bc she needed to do it herself lmfao#like MOVE TAE ILL SHOW THIS BITCH A FUCKING VIRUS!!!!#and the fact the guys had to pull her off from her like security!! she was out of it!!#and them comforting her while tying her up and BREAKING HER ANKLE OH GOD#THAT REALLY SOUNDS LIKE HELL 😭#so my money was right in fact and Taehyung and Namjoon are indeed the most fucked up of the bunch -throws confetti- …yaaay…🥲#also yoongi didn’t even hesitate he just slit jihoons throat !! horror movie !!#the whole bit namjoon said talking about yns anger. it was always there and never left that really hit thinking back on all the chapters#crazy yn rise !! i like this yn very much and it was such a treat reading her#she was refreshing and interesting to read!! and tbh hindsight is 20/20 girl it’s okay!! i probably wouldn’t catch on either til it’s too l8#I’m sad to see it’s over but I’m so happy I got to read this to the end!!#thank you again for this story!! i will be thinking about it for quite some time!! it has been so fun reading this from chapter one!#I’m hoping you’re having a great start to your new year!!
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