#it feels like walking down an empty street on a cold rainy night

[felix-the-creature]

Well of course it's haunted it was recorded on the most goddamn haunted landfill in all of goddamned Europe! There's gotta be at least 50 ghosts unofficially guest starring on that thing lol.

But in all seriousness, it's beautiful, ain't it?

Gorillaz (self titled) is an amazing album with a lot of variety, but it's haunted. it feels lonely, desolate even. it sounds like the soundtrack to the chillest apocalypse. it sounds like a rave in an abandoned warehouse. it sounds like block party on a street where you know nobody lives. that album is fucking haunted.

[a-mint-bear]

Your Secret Admirer

Female Yandere x Reader

Part 2

Late one rainy night, you help a young woman on your way home from work, but she seems strangely familiar...

[tw: knives] no blood mentioned

Part 1

===========

It was late. You should've clocked out hours ago, but your jerk boss made you stay to cover for his nephew. Who, of course, was "sick" again. Which was code for: "Too hungover to come into work, just like every other Monday."

It was pouring when you reached your stop, but luckily, you'd remembered your umbrella like a responsible adult. There was a chill in the air that made everything seem just a little bit more miserable, but you trudged on anyway. Changing out of your work clothes and into your comfy pajamas always helped you wind down after a bad day.

The streets were about as empty as you'd expect from this time of night, save for the occasional car that rushed by threatening to douse you as they hit every puddle. You were about halfway home when you noticed something... odd.

There was a woman standing on the sidewalk, facing the road. She was soaked from the downpour, her long, dark hair clinging to her face.

At first, you barely paid her any mind. But the closer you got to her, the more your mind started racing. Why was she out so late at night? Why was she letting herself get so drenched? She wasn't really dressed for the weather either. She had to be cold... Did she have nowhere to go? Was she... trying to do something? She was about halfway to the curb... was she waiting for the right moment? The thought doused you like ice water, the fear and doubt somehow colder than the rain.

You were almost face to face with her when something was eating away at you. Guilt? Sympathy? A weird sense of responsibility for this stranger?

But the strangest thing nagging at the back of your mind was...

She looked... familiar?

You couldn't stop your body from stopping in front of her, doing your best to have your umbrella cover her, despite the fact that she was already soaked.

You always had a bit of a soft spot for helping people, even if it wasn't always the smartest idea.

You ask her if she's alright. She doesn't react.

Your mind kept racing. Was she homeless? She seemed well taken care of, her clothes looked nice if soaked through. Was she running from something, or someone? She looked maybe about your age, but... If she could go home why hadn't she?

You tried again, hoping she just hadn't heard you over the rain hitting the fabric of your umbrella. When she finally lifted her gaze to yours, that same feeling of familiarity kept on poking you in the side while you were trying to focus on the scene before you.

She stared into your eyes, and her breathing seemed shaky.

She needed help, maybe, but what could you do? You told her that your phone was almost dead, but you could walk with her somewhere safer. Somewhere she could call someone? Maybe you could walk her home? You offered, hoping she had somewhere to go at all.

You could feel your back getting wet from trying to cover her more than yourself. She smiled, but it seemed off, almost... bitter. When she finally spoke, it was almost drowned out by the downpour hitting the concrete.

"You're... being so nice."

You smiled back, trying your best to comfort her, still running through possible solutions you could offer... What you could do for her...

Would it be nuts to take her back to your apartment? You wonder. To offer a warm shower and a change of clothes while you throw hers in your dryer? She was a stranger, sure, but she obviously needed help. It was only a couple blocks away... she could get dry and then you could get some real answers out of her to figure out what to do next.

You end up making the offer and wordlessly, she agreed. All with that same sad look in her eyes. She clung to you all the way home, holding onto your arm with a death grip.

You fiddle with your keys at the door, all too aware of how the welcome mat is getting soaked. Hurrying in, you go to grab her a towel.

She followed after you, trailing water all the way. She didn't make a move to take it from you, so you took a chance and carefully draped it over her shoulders, starting to work it against her hair. You watch for any sign of discomfort or sign that she'd want you to stop, but no such sign ever came.

You guide her to the bathroom, handing her more towels.

You tell her if she hands you out her clothes, you'd be happy to throw them in the dryer. After a hot shower and a set of your clothes for her to change into, you pass them through the crack in the door, telling her you're leaving to make her a warm drink.

"No!"

She'd grabbed onto your wrist so tightly. The desperation in her voice, her breath hitching as she trembled, all of it made you pause, unsure what to do.

"Sorry, I just..."

She let go with a tired sigh, her face appearing the in crack of the door. Her hair clung to her face as steam rolled out into the hall, you quickly looked away when you saw a hint of the white fluffy towel below her bare shoulders, her hand clasping it tightly to her chest.

"Stay... I mean, would you p-please... stay close? " she stuttered, her eyes cast to the floor in... shame? Embarrassment? "Just... in the hall? Outside the door?"

Was she scared you would leave? Or had you become the barrier between her and whatever she was running from? You promise her you won't go go anywhere, and she seems to relax a little. You keep your back to the wall beside the door and your eyes forward, not wanting to betray the little trust she'd decided to put in you.

You couldn't lie, she was pretty, and the sight of her in your clothes didn't hurt that AT ALL. But she was trusting you. To be thinking of her like... that? It was neither the time nor the place.

She sat on the couch beside you with a hot mug of tea, and she looked down into it with that same sad expression.

"Thank you. You've been so... nice to me. I never thought that I'd be treated like this."

By you? By anyone? You don't notice her hand reaching for yours until her fingers brush against your own. You didn't think of it as anything but her looking for safety, but the look she was giving you was telling you otherwise.

You told her she doesn't have to do that, trying to be vague enough as not to embarrass her. But she just smiled that sad, bitter smile. She set the mug down on the side table, her fingers gently caressing yours.

"... All I ever wanted was... someone to see me. Only me. What they saw or how they felt about me, it didn't really matter. But you're so... worried. So... thoughtful."

She sounded almost... upset, the last word weighed down with so much regret, it threw you.

You asked her if that was a bad thing, and she just smiled.

"When I see you... it's like everything just... makes sense. Like my whole life has just been cold and dead. No one... sees me."

Before you could ask what she meant by that, she squeezed your hand, bringing it up as she gently pressed your fingers to her lips. You couldn't help but feel a little flustered, your face getting warm.

"I knew..."

She caressed your face, and you froze, unsure where any of it was going. Or if you wanted it to.

"I knew that when you finally saw me, it would be everything I ever wanted..."

She spoke like... she knew you? But that didn’t make any sense, you'd never met her before.

Right?

Something felt...odd. Alarm bells were ringing and you couldn't tell what had set them off.

The necklace she wore sat comfortably on top of your shirt. Soft, tiny white flowers trapped in resin, encircled in gold on a delicate chain. Something about it... About her.

You'd seen those eyes before... staring at you from the edges of your day-to-day life but never really in full view. The feeling you dismissed when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, the same feeling you got whenever you found those weird gifts all over.

The trinkets and treats, the love notes that ranged from awkward confessions to clumsy retellings of fantasies you starred in...

And her necklace... the same tiny flowers were dried and pressed in a bookmark you'd found in the book you'd been reading one day.

Your eyes went wide, and she let out a shaky gasp. A wide, warm smile spread on her face as she got to her knees on the couch, swinging a leg over to seat herself in your lap.

"You see me now, don't you?" She smiled sweetly, holding your face in her hands. "I'm right here..."

You couldn't look away. All you could ask was the obvious question: Was it her?

A dark blush spread across her cheeks, her hands still holding your face to look only in her direction. "I needed this... I needed you to really see me. You stopped paying attention to my gifts, my notes... Did you like them? Did it... scare you?"

Your heart was beating too fast. You tried to move, to avert your eyes and figure out what to do, but she turned your face back, pressing into you, her thighs squeezed yours almost painfully.

"Tell me. Please, tell me... " She was breathing funny again. She hadn't blinked, like she didn't want to look away for even a moment.

You felt something pressing under your jaw, and it didn't click what was happening until you felt something sharp bite into your skin.

When did she get a knife? Was this her plan from the start, or had you done something to set her off?

You couldn't stop the fear that flashed across your face. But her reaction was somehow odder.

Her gaze on you softened as she bit her lip, blushing as her eyes glazed over. She let out a sweet, content sigh as she cupped your cheek in her hand. The pressure of the knife on your skin relaxed just a bit, but not enough to try and make a move.

You try to diffuse things, being honest with her. You didn't know who any of the stuff was from. You had no way of saying yes or no to her feelings, so you were waiting for her to show up in person. It felt rude to leave her a note back with something so serious, you wanted to do things right.

"But you ignored me..." Her face was suddenly calm, the blush and soft, adoring eyes went back to the cold stare she'd had in the rain in an instant. "You looked right at me and you saw nothing... I was nothing..."

You try and reassure her, telling her that it wasn't true, if only to calm her down. Her fingers worked into your hair, the sensation giving you goosebumps you couldn't fight. Your startled gasp choked into a hiss of pain behind your teeth when she yanked you closer by your hair. Her face was so close to yours you could feel her breath on your face.

You glared at her before you could stop yourself and that look was back. It was like she was completely smitten with it, with you.

"When you see me... really see me... I can't stop myself. It's so... wonderful. I've been empty for so long, but that fear in your eyes... How much you just despise me... Your smiles and laugh, all of it's a part of you."

She leaned to whisper into your ear. It sent chills down your back.

"Little pieces of you filling up that empty space... You can't take it away from me again..."

Her long, dark hair spilled onto your shoulders, it smelled like your shampoo. You close your eyes, tucking your chin into your chest in a desperate attempt to pull away. It was all too much.

"No... no, please. Don't..." You could hear her plead, her voice wavering with fear and desperation so intense it haunts you. "Love me, hate me, anything! Just don't look away. I can't go back to how it used to be... Please..."

You open your eyes again, afraid what would happen if you didn't. She smiled, it seemed so sweet and gentle, coldly contrasted by the knife in her hand.

"There you are..." she let out a little gasp, pressing her forehead to yours. "I don't really want to hurt you, I promise. I'd be... all alone again. Everything about you... good or bad, it's all so, so precious to me..."

She kissed between your eyes, her lips lingered there too long. Your face felt warm, the fear in your gut was getting entwined with something else... Your thoughts were jumbled, all of it was too much. She sat up, looking down at you... Something about all of it, how close she was... her warmth, her words... She had a hold on you, and you didn't know what you wanted to do.

"I can be anything you need me to be."

She brought your hand to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, all the while staring into your eyes. There was a devotion there that you'd never seen in your entire life. You couldn't breathe.

"Just..."

The knife pressed under your chin to lift it, but your gaze was already locked with hers.

"Look at me."

===========

shout out to @magical-grrl-usami who wanted to be notified when part 2 came out, hope you like it :o

[subtlelovers]

PT 1 He saw his reflection in your eyes (Satoru Gojo x fem!reader)

About! A tad angsty?, fluff Word count: 790

Satoru Gojo. The strongest sorcerer of his time was burnt out, on top of missions and classes where he taught his students he was full booked never getting a second to himself. He was exhausted not getting enough sleep, though he found thta the time he was awake at night was the only time he had alone with his thoughts.

He was walking down the rainy streets, they were dimly lit by orange street lights. Cold rain had soaked his clothes all the way through, the sound of his feet splashing the water on the ground beneath him echoing through the empty streets. It was probably 4AM and Satoru was holding in his tears as he speed walked to try and get his mind off all of the stress.

Suddenly he sees someone walking slowly and a bit unsteadily in his direction, they were short and petite. He looked closer as he got closer to her, and he could see her wiping her flowing tears in her already rain soaked sweater. She was sniffling and desperately wiping them away as she walked, seemingly she was barely even able to hold her up as she almost tripped in her own feet.

When she walks past him, he grabs her wrists. "Stop." His soft yet cold voice says. You see who was holding your wrists to look up at Satoru, you were a sorcerer yourself born into a famous clan though you never went to school for it, so you knew who he was. "What are you doing grabbing be like that?!" You ask a bit shaken up as you pull away your hand to yourself.

Satoru’s grip loosens as he steps back, his usually calm demeanor slightly shaken by the desperation in your voice. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice gentler now. "I just... you seemed like you needed help." You blink away the rain and tears, studying his face. Even in the dim light, you recognize the exhaustion in his eyes, mirroring your own. "I don't need help," you reply, but the quiver in your voice betrays you.

Satoru looks in your eyes for a second it's like a shiver in his spine... a spark in his eye, there was something so familiar about the way your eyes portrayed your expression. "Stop glaring at me" You say before you meet his eyes and feel the same, leaving you stunned and mute for a few seconds. A soft sigh escapes your lips, in the form of a "woah" kind of sound. Satoru speaks up "I'm sorry but, I see my reflection in your eyes..." He says leaning closer to your face a bit, your eyes widen. That is exactly the same thing you felt, he knew your pain he felt the same... Satoru steps back for a little bit, is it possible she knew his pain? Understood him properly? Satoru was born the "Honored one" due to him being borned with the 6 eyes and limitless technique. He was therefore spoiled rotten as a kid but quickly he was hunted after, a hefty sum above his head. People saw him as a war tool, as a danger due to his potential strength... Was it possible she had something similar..?

The rain outside continued to pour, creating a rhythmic backdrop to your thoughts. You finally break the silence. "I'm just so tired," you admit quietly. "My clan expected so much from me. I've never been allowed to be just... me." Satoru's eyes soften, a hint of sadness mixed with understanding. "It's a heavy burden, isn't it?" he says, almost to himself. "To be seen as something more than human, to carry the weight of everyone's expectations." He understood you...

You feel his long muscular arms pull you into his embrace but you don't hesitate at all, you wrap your own arms around his back and feel your rain soaked bodies press together. It was so comforting, the way the thin fabric of your clothes were so wet you could practically feel eachothers skin in the hug. Feeling the comforting closeness. Despite your earlier attempts you just let your tears fall, let them trinkle down your cheeks as you and the white haired man hugged. You could swear you heard him sniffle too, you were both strangers just a few minutes ago. Somehow you were now so close, like you had just met your mirror opposites or something, Satoru crouched down a bit to face you, he smiled and placed his hand behind your head gently pressing his lips against your own. His hand on your wet hair, rubbing his thumb on the back of your head as the two of you kissed. Blocking out the world outside as the rain just continued...

End.

Mk, so this is my first story on tumblr, lmk how I did and if you think I should continue the story and add more parts to it! <3

[rabbitenn]

Hi🥺sorry I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Tenn x Reader and fun autumn activities they would do together. If that’s okay! Thank you🤍

SWEATER WEATHER.

Because, as leaves decay, your heart feels more alive by his side.

ft. Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff.

thank you for this request, lovely anon ! I think this is a super cute idea <3 sorry this took a while to post, I still hope it’s to your liking 🩷

Sunrises.

— Tenn likes going on walks in the early morning, night still very much clinging to the heavens, the halo of the sun barely a fine line in the horizon.

— And as much as you feel sleepy so early, you have to admit, you wouldn’t want to miss these moments with your boyfriend for anything in the world.

— Especially not now with the weather getting colder, the dawn breeze and his hand in yours rousing your soul, a sense of positivity and warmth settling around you, a burst of energy for the day ahead.

— There’s the added plus that in these instants, the streets are still not too crowded, your displays of affection not needing to be so restrained.

♡

With fingers interlaced, you and Tenn step towards the approaching sunrise, your arm lovingly holding onto his, as your cheek rests on his shoulder.

Stray leaves flutter past, catching the golden glint of dawn as they sway in the autumn wind.

You smile, moments like this, in the quiet of just you and him… they were worth waking up early for.

Mindlessly, you let out a soft yawn.

“Are you tired, my love?” Tenn asks, as you two slowly come to a stop, both his hands sliding down to find yours.

You give him a sweet smile, his gaze, the color of the new season, illuminated by it and the first rays of sun.

“Just a bit sleepy…” Your eyes meet his. “But this is worth it, I like these moments with you, angel.” You tell him, with a fleeting kiss to the corner of his rosy lips.

Tenn squeezes your hands. Then, he pulls you towards him, his lips fully catching yours properly, his sweetness filling your senses as your eyes close and you let yourself be lifted on angel wings and idyllic dreams.

The autumn dawn wraps around you and your lover as a warm blanket.

This was way better than sleeping in.

Apple picking.

— It’s not news to you that your boyfriend loves sweets. And what better way to welcome autumn than to pick apples to bake a pie?

— Tenn likes dates in places where he can relax, and this activity offers that alright.

— The gilded hues of the tree leaves, the sweet scent of the fruits, the chilly air… They all make for an ideal atmosphere.

— And, of course, being next to you makes it all better.

♡

“Come on Tenn!” You call him, waving your free hand at him, an empty basket hanging from your other arm. “Look how many apples there are!” You run to your boyfriend. “We’ll make the tastiest pie ever!” You exclaim, tugging him along by the hand.

He chuckles, your excitement is so cute and endearing… Tenn can’t help the tender stare in his warm eyes as he follows you.

“[Y/n],” your boyfriend giggles. “Don’t go so fast.” A soft airy laugh leaves his lips when you turn around, head tilted to the side.

With care, Tenn adjusts your coat and scarf around your shoulders.

“There.” He nods, approvingly, fingers lingering on your jawline for a little longer. “We can’t have you catching a cold now, can we?” He whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear, pulling away with a kiss to your cheek.

You certainly don’t feel cold at all now.

Adopting a stray kitten.

— Cats are Tenn’s favorite animals, he loves them so much!

— So it doesn’t come as a shock when you see him having a soft spot for the fluffy creatures.

— It was usual for your boyfriend to leave food on his doorstep for the neighborhood cats, you found it very endearing when you found out one night you spent at his place.

— So, seeing the little ginger kitten, alone on a rainy afternoon… He couldn’t leave the little one there alone, and honestly, neither could you.

♡

Choked out meowing pulls Tenn out of the monotony of falling raindrops.

Despite being just afternoon, smoky clouds have draped a mantle of darkness over the day, lights from the traffic reflected on the puddle-filled concrete.

That meowing sound again.

“Did you hear that?” Your boyfriend asks, inclining his head in the direction the sound came from, making sure his umbrella is fully covering you.

You nod.

“It sounded like a cat…” You say, tone concerned, your brows a little furrowed at the thought of a poor kitten in this downpour.

The pitiful mewls reach you again.

“It seems to come from- Tenn!” Is all you have time to utter before your boyfriend thrusts the umbrella you two were using into your hands, running towards the side alley the meowing was coming from.

You take off after him, breathing ragged when you finally reach him.

Tenn is crouching on the ground, a ball of ginger fur at his feet, no doubt the owner of the mewls.

“[Y/n], look…” The idol trails off, eyes of sunset clouds kind, yet sadness lingers over them. “For this little one to get caught up in this weather…”

You lower yourself to his side, covering both of them with your umbrella.

The small cat lets out a hoarse sound, almost like a cough.

He seems so fragile and helpless… You just can’t leave him here.

Before you can say anything, however, Tenn is already taking off his scarf, scooping up the orange kitten into his arms, safely wrapped in the woolen fabric.

The little one looks up at you two with huge eyes.

Somehow, it reminds you of someone you’ve seen somewhere before…

The kitten nuzzles against Tenn’s chest, settling comfortably into his arms.

“Let's get you home now, little one.” Your lover softly tells the small creature, as you three shield from the cold rain under the same umbrella.

Baking.

— The colder months are perfect for stay at home dates, which also happen to be Tenn’s favorite kind.

— There’s so many possibilities as to what you can make, from cookies to pie to cupcakes.

— And, of course, his favorite: donuts.

— The sheer look of joy on his face when he eats them is certainly priceless.

♡

A chuckle leaves your lips at the sight of your boyfriend so eager.

The usually composed and perfect center of the prestigious group TRIGGER, starry eyed at the treat that was waiting in front of him.

Adorable.

The scent of rich molten chocolate wafts around the kitchen, as you dust powdered sugar over the rounded treats, a layer of sweet snow, like his favorite season.

Familiar arms loop around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Are they ready yet?” Tenn asks, lips trailing kisses from your cheek to your jawline.

He always knew how to use his charm to get what he wanted.

You grin, mischief glinting in your eyes when you turn around.

“Hmm…” You pick up one of the just made donuts, bringing it to your lips. You take a bite, savoring its sweetness for an instant. “I’d say they are ready, yes.” You utter, licking the remnants of chocolate from your lips. “Want a taste?” You tease, hovering the donut in front of your boyfriend.

He makes to reach for it with a hand, but you take it in yours, fingers intertwining.

And then you lean in, gifting your lover with the sweetness of glazed sugar and cocoa directly from your lips to his.

His hands tighten around your waist, bringing you even closer, until no warmth can escape the null space between you.

After a few breathless instants, you pull away, gaze half lidded, as your index finger traces Tenn’s lower lip.

“I want more.” Is all he whispers, as he takes your hand in his and leans in again.

Reading together.

— One of Tenn’s hobbies on his days off is reading, so what could be a better way to have a date at home than to cuddle together as you two enjoy a good book?

— His shared house with Gaku and Ryu is spacious enough for the three of them, plus you every time you visit.

— And Tenn’s room is very cozy, full of any book you could ever want to get lost in, a window letting in the crepuscular light, and a comfortable bed.

— Besides, the stray kitten you adopted a few days ago always wants to join you two under the comfortable blankets!

♡

Your back rests against the fluffed pillows of your boyfriend’s bed, book in hand as you run your other one through the snowy strands of his silky hair.

Momentarily, Tenn closes his eyes, putting down his book, relishing in your tender caress.

You chuckle, one of your hands coming to cradle his cheek.

“Is your book good, Tenn?” You ask him, the warm light of his bedside lamp casting a haloed glow around him.

Angelic, you think, as your fingers brush over the softness of his spotless skin.

“Mhm…” He looks up at you, his hand resting on top of yours. “But this is better…” He tells you, turning his head slightly around, leaving a kiss to the palm of your hand.

You fluster a little, Tenn was always so charming…

“I’m glad you’re enjoying.” You reply, tone laced with softness.

Then a new weight is added onto the bed.

Orange fluffy ears peek from the end of the bed, followed by a swishing tail and small paws.

The kitten you and Tenn rescued from the storm.

The small animal climbs on top of your boyfriend’s chest, settling there, as he paws at the idol’s face softly.

Giggles fill the room, your favorite melody, alongside the songs he performed.

Tenn’s arms wrap around the little cat, the side of his face nuzzling into the animal’s.

“You two are so cute.” You giggle, as you move to lay down besides your lover, throwing a blanket over you two.

Tenn wraps one of his arms around you, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

If you were to fall asleep right now, you doubt your dreams could be any sweeter than this moment.

You leave a kiss on your beloved’s cheek, a wordless ‘I love you’ in the warmth of his room.

‘I love you too’ is spelled in the way he holds you a little tighter.

[karamad]

echoes of you

lily x gn!reader

angst, hurt no comfort

wc: 1.6k

Rain pounded against the empty city streets, each drop a drumbeat that filled the silence between your breaths. Streetlights cast a dim glow, their reflections distorted in the puddles scattered across the pavement, fragments of a memory too painful to piece back together. You stood alone, shivering under the downpour, waiting for a silhouette you weren’t sure would ever appear. But despite everything..despite the ache in your chest and the voice in your head telling you to leave, you waited for her.

You remembered the first time you met Lily on a chilly autumn evening, the air crisp with the scent of fallen leaves. You had stumbled into her at a local café, your coffee spilling as you bumped into her while distracted by the vibrant artwork lining the walls. Lily had laughed, a sound so genuine and bright that it made your heart skip a beat. Her eyes sparkled with a warmth that pulled you in, igniting something deep within you that felt both thrilling and terrifying. From that moment, you were drawn to her magnetic presence. She was the kind of person who lit up every room she entered, her laughter infectious, her spirit unyielding.

But beneath her vibrant exterior lay shadows.. whispers of her past that crept in during quiet moments, reminders of heartache and loss that she fought to keep buried. You became her confidant, the one she turned to when the world became too heavy. Long nights were spent wrapped in each other’s warmth, sharing dreams and fears, painting a future that felt impossibly bright. Yet, as you both grew closer, a darkness loomed- Lily’s past, a constant spectre that threatened to unravel the bond you had woven.

You both faced your demons, but Lily’s were particularly fierce. She had once loved deeply, a relationship that had left her scarred, her trust shattered by betrayal. It was a wound that had never fully healed, and though she tried to let you in, the fear of repeating her past mistakes kept her at arm's length. You often found her staring off into the distance, lost in thought, the weight of what had been pulling her down. You could see the shadows flicker behind her eyes, a silent war raging within her that you longed to help her win.

And so, on a rainy night that felt like fate, you stood waiting for her again, each heartbeat a reminder of how much she meant to you. The city’s lights blurred as the rain poured down in sheets, casting reflections that danced in the puddles at your feet. The chill seeped into your bones, but the cold was nothing compared to the storm raging in your heart.

You looked up, breath catching in your throat as Lily appeared, a silhouette emerging from the shadows, her face half-lit by the glow of a distant streetlight. There was an almost ethereal quality to her as she walked toward you, her hair damp from the rain, clinging to her face in loose strands. Her gaze held that familiar intensity- piercing, fragile, yet carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid things. She looked like a ghost, haunting the very spot where you had once built dreams together.

“Lily,” you whispered, feeling her name slip from your lips like a confession.

Her eyes softened as they met yours, her hand reaching out almost instinctively, brushing a rain-soaked strand of hair from your cheek. She lingered there, her fingertips warm against your cold skin, as if memorising the feel of you. The tenderness in her touch was a cruel contradiction to the words she would soon speak, and somewhere inside, you already knew this moment wouldn’t last.

“You’re soaked,” she murmured, her voice so quiet it barely rose above the rain. She traced her fingers down your cheek, her thumb brushing the corner of your mouth, lingering, trembling slightly as though struggling with the urge to let go.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” Your voice wavered, betraying the bitterness and desperation you’d tried to bury. Nights spent wondering, waiting for a message, a call, something- anything, that would let you know you mattered. And now, with her standing right before you, the weight of all that hurt pressed down, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.

She looked away, her expression twisting as though your words had struck something raw. “I shouldn’t have,” she whispered, almost to herself. “But I couldn’t stay away.” Her voice cracked, the vulnerability slipping through like a thread pulled too tightly. “Even when I know it’s hurting both of us, I keep coming back.”

Her confession was both a balm and a blade, soothing one wound only to open another. You reached out, searching her eyes, looking for something that would explain why she held onto you even as she tore you apart.

“Then why?” The question came out harsher than you intended, raw and exposed. “Why do you keep leaving if it hurts you so much?”

Lily’s shoulders tensed, and she took a shaky breath, her face a tapestry of regret and longing. “Because… I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “Scared that if I stay, I’ll ruin you. I can’t stand the thought of being the one who breaks you.”

Her words sank deep, resonating with an ache that had long settled into your bones. You felt her struggle in the way she looked at you, the way her hand hovered between reaching out and retreating. Without thinking, you took her hand in yours, lacing your fingers together, grounding her in the reality of your touch.

“Maybe I’m willing to take that risk,” you whispered, your voice choked with the rawness of the truth you’d kept hidden. “Maybe I’d rather fall with you than live without you.”

For a fleeting moment, a softness returned to her eyes, like a sliver of sunlight piercing through a storm. She leaned closer, her forehead brushing against yours, her breath warm against your skin. The tension melted away as you stood there, clinging to this fragile closeness, forgetting the storm raging around you.

“What are we doing to each other?” she murmured, almost to herself. Her voice trembled, carrying a weight of regret that felt like it had been there forever. “I feel like I’m destroying you… and yet, you’re the only thing keeping me together.”

Her words were an admission, raw and broken, and in that moment, you saw her for who she truly was. Someone haunted by her own darkness, yet drawn to the light she found in you. She reached up, tracing the line of your jaw with a tenderness that made your heart ache. Her touch was as gentle as it was desperate, a silent plea for forgiveness and understanding.

“We’re not good for each other,” you said, though the words came out hoarse, bitter. “But maybe that’s why we fit so well.”

She let out a choked laugh, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, as she pressed her lips to yours. It was a kiss filled with every suppressed desire, every unspoken promise, every painful goodbye she’d never been able to say. It was slow, lingering, carrying the weight of everything she’d held back an apology, a confession, a promise to a future that could never be.

But just as quickly as the warmth of her lips brought you close, she pulled back, her face shadowed with an anguish that was almost unbearable to see. Her hand fell away from yours, and she took a step back, creating a distance that felt like a chasm opening up between you.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” she whispered, her voice hollow, as though she was trying to convince herself as much as you. She shook her head, her expression pained, as if each word physically hurt her. “I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Her words twisted in your chest, each syllable a dagger. “A mistake? After everything we’ve been through, you’re still calling this a mistake?”

She flinched, her face a kaleidoscope of emotions pain, guilt, longing, all fighting for dominance. She wrapped her arms around herself, her posture guarded, trying to hold herself together as she looked away. The coldness in her expression was an armour, one she wore to keep from shattering in front of you.

“What else would you call it?” she asked, her tone harsh, though her eyes betrayed her. “We keep hurting each other. Every time we try to fix things, it falls apart. And each time, we’re left even more broken.”

Her gaze dropped to the pavement, as though unable to meet the hurt in your eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” she whispered, voice breaking. “But I don’t know how to love you without destroying you.”

Her confession hung in the air, and for a moment, you saw the depth of her struggle, the guilt that weighed down her every step. You reached out, fingers grazing her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin..a final touch, a final plea. But she pulled back, retreating behind her walls, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I thought I could change,” she whispered, barely audible. “I thought I could be the person you see when you look at me. But maybe… maybe that was just another lie.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, blending with the raindrops. “So that’s it? You’re just… walking away?”

Lily’s gaze softened for a moment, as though seeing you, really seeing you, for the first time. She took a step back, her expression twisted with regret, her lips pressed into a thin line as if she were holding back the words she longed to say.

“Goodbye,” she whispered, her voice breaking, as though the word itself was tearing her apart. You watched as she turned, her figure fading into the night, the last piece of her slipping away like a dream you were desperate to hold onto.

And for the first time, as the city lights blurred in your vision, you truly understood what it meant to be broken.

[inthepeakymidwinter]

Teach Me. (Part 3) (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Thomas and Y/N meet unexpectedly at the Garrison and steamy hot madness ensues. Word Count: 1328 TW: Alcohol, Smoking Tags: @theshelbyclan @globetrotter28 Read Part 1, Read Part 2 ____________________________________________

It was a rainy night in Small Heath, and I was set to meet Polly at The Garrison tavern to discuss the past two weeks. As I made way towards the Garrison, the rain was pouring heavily on me and I started to jog towards the tavern in a hurry. My black coat was practically soaked through and I was losing body heat. I made it to the double doors and pulled hard on the door handle, eager to get out of the harsh rain. When I walked inside something felt off. There was no one sitting down but Thomas Shelby who sat with a bottle of whiskey at a table across the room. His black hair was wet and slicked to one side. He sat quietly puffing on a cigarette and stared at me as I took off my coat and placed it on the wooden coat rack besides me. We had been working closely together for the past two weeks and have shared nothing more than intense stares. Every time I think something is about to happen between us, I notice him pull away. I never know his real intentions and he’s slowly pushing me over the edge.

“We’re not open to the public” He hissed and puffed on his cigarette. “I came to meet with Polly” I explained.

“She left Small Heath three hours ago” He replied. I was confused, she told me to meet her at the Garrison at 7pm sharp. I walked carefully towards the round table where he sat and took a seat across from him. 

“Fine then…I just…need a drink” I sighed.

“A drink? The drinks that you nearly choke on?” He asked sarcastically. “The drinks that I need after a week of doing this with you” I huffed and stared into his dark eyes. Thomas took a puff of his cigarette again and furrowed his brows in my direction.

“Am I making it hard on you?” He inquired sarcastically.  

“I think you know good and well Mr. Shelby that-” 

“You don’t know the half of what making it hard on you would look like little one…but fine have a drink” Thomas spoke as if he was very irritated and began to pour the whiskey into his glass.

  “Little?” I asked. My heart was starting to race, between the nickname and the amount of liquor he’d poured into the glass I don’t think I knew what I just got myself into.

“Very little” He says and slides the drink across the table. I take the glass into my hand and look back at Thomas. He gently looks me up and down and that alone reset my whole nervous system. I was tired of these feelings, and tired of fighting them. In one huge gulp I finish the glass of whiskey and squirm a whole lot once the aftermath hits me. A burning sensation fills up my chest and suddenly I’m no longer cold from sitting in dampened clothes. He chuckles at the sight of me struggling to hold down my drink.

“I’m not little Mr. Shelby, not unless you get off on me acting like it” I huffed and slid the glass in his direction. Maybe I was being too forward…and maybe I’d regret it all in the morning. Regardless, the shot of alcohol was boosting my confidence too much for my own good and I was helpless against its effects.

“I just get off on you being submissive” He spoke rather bluntly. Did he have too much to drink? His far from innocent words were too much for me to even think about replying to. Instead, I sat at the table looking completely dumbfounded. I’d need another drink if we were to continue this conversation. “I should…probably get going” I nearly squeaked out as I got up from the table.

“I can take you home” He offered. I shook my head no and started to walk towards the coat rack to get my jacket back. “I’m not letting you walk the streets of Birmingham by yourself” Thomas insisted and got up from his seat. I shook my head no again and hurried to get my jacket. As I tried reaching for my coat, I felt his presence from behind me. I had forgotten that I put my coat up on the last empty rod. It was the tallest one and I could barely reach. Thomas picked my coat up from behind me like nothing and gently mumbled, “It wasn’t an option…now put your arms out love”. Butterflies fluttered throughout my stomach, and I did as he asked. He held the coat open for me and I slid my arms through each hole. I turned around and faced him but in doing so I failed to realize how close he was to me. We were nearly breathing on each other. I looked deeply into his crystal blue eyes and melted like the very first time I saw him.  

“Mr. Shelby” I whimpered and backed up slowly, trying to make some distance between us but just ending up with my back against the walls of the tavern. He closed in on the space, put his hand on my cheek and gently caressed my face with his thumb. “I missed touching you Ms.L/N” He admitted softly. It sent shivers up my spine and I completely froze like a deer in the headlights.

“Me too” I flirted back before I’d regret it.

Mr. Shelby smirked at me and licked his lips. “Are you sure? It’s not just the liquor?” He asked me with a laugh. I nodded at him in agreement.

“Now little one, you know you have to use your words for me” He insisted and it sent me over the edge. “I’m sure Mr. Shelby” I mumbled out and looked at the floor in embarrassment.

“You have to look at me love” He ordered and raised my chin up with a single finger of his, forcing me to look into his ocean blue eyes.  “Now tell me…you want me to touch you?” He asked softly as he stared into my eyes. “Please Mr. Shelby” I begged him and held the eye contact even though it nearly killed me.

“Good girl” He praised and leaned further towards me. I leaned in to match the distance and felt overwhelmed when I closed my eyes and met his soft lips. It was a welcomed surprise and long overdue. I was tired of waiting for something to happen. As the kiss broke, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. This time as the second one almost ended, he bit my bottom lip just hard enough for me to get excited. He kissed me once more and opened his mouth enough to glide his tongue against mine. Somehow the liquor on his lips only added to the kiss and I felt like I couldn’t get enough of him. Another kiss and he pressed me up against the wall. He kissed me hungrily and he grabbed hold of my backside. We began to get lost in each other as each kiss didn’t feel like enough. There wasn’t a moment in the world where I ever felt this much chemistry with someone. I felt him stiffen up against me and he pulled away after one last soft kiss. My lips were swollen and cherry red. He held my face with his hands again and caressed my cheek softly.

“I have to take you home little one” He gave me that damned nickname again, but God help me if I didn’t at least enjoy it a little bit. “You sure?” I asked him with a twinkle in my eye. “I rather have you all night to myself…but unfortunately, I have some business to take care of. We can go out tomorrow if you’d like” He offered and continued caressing my cheek.

I nodded and he kissed my cheek. “That’s my girl” He praised.

[themultifandomgal]

I LOVE your stories. Thank you so much. I'm currently obsessed with One Chicago (with fics of course, because I don't watch it anymore.)Now I saw that also Nick is leaving the Med series =( and I really need some Will angsty fluffy comfort with him in full doctor mode. So I thought I send you my idea. Maybe it's something you would like to work with. I try to keep my request as short as possible. Love ya 🤗💞

Will is in a bad mood, his ex left him for another guy and he found out she cheated on him for weeks. Now month after their downfall he's still moody and grumpy. Reader is new in town, after a bad relationship ahe just wants to start over and Chicago is her new home. One stormy and rainy evening she's on her way home, deep in thought crossing the street. Will is also on his way home from med, brooding over the end of his relationship even if it's month ago. Because of the dark and the heavy rain he has no chance of seeing the pedestrian crossing the street and ends up hitting her with his car. He jumps out of the car and runs to the young woman lying on the cold and wet street. He brings her to Med and after she regains consciousness after hours he's still there. She tells him she's new in town. When the morning is coming she can be discharged but only when she has someone who can take care of her because of her injuries. She's all alone in Chicago so she thinks she has to stay.... Will decides he has to help her, cause it's his fault she's in the hospital with injuries and in great pain, so he takes her to his apartment nursing her back to health. Of course the two growing tight and even gain some feelings. It's a bit like two lost souls helping each other. With Will in full blown doctor mode (how hot he is when he's concerned and all medical, wow who doesn't need a private doc as Will🥵)

Will Halstead- 2 Lost Souls Pt1

After leaving an abusive and toxic relationship, YN finally takes the plunge and moved to a whole new town, Chicago. She managed to score a good deal on a rather large apartment and she can't wait to start her new job at PD in the next couple of days.

Will and Natalie had broken up a month ago, she moved away after cheating on him leaving Will lonely, moody and grumpy.

On YNs second night in Chicago she decided to have a walk around after he ex tried to get back in touch with her, but stupidly didn't check the weather so now she was walking home in the dark and the heavy rain. Deep in thought YN starts to cross the street not far from her apartment complex. Not seeing the car heading towards her.

Will is on his way home from a long shift at Med, still upset over his failed relationship knowing he is now going home to an empty apartment. Due to the rain he doesn't see the woman stepping out onto the road before it's to late. Jumping out of the car he runs around to the front where he sees a woman lying on the cold wet ground. He checks for her heartbeat and breathing. Sighing in relief when he knows she's alive. He gently picks her up and places her in the back of his car, driving her quickly (but carefully) to Med.

"Maggie, April I need help" Will shouts entering with the young woman in his arms

"What the hell happened? She's soaked!" April runs over. This is when all of Wills emotions start to come out

"I was driving and she just appeared. I didn't see her, oh shit this is all my fault" he cries placing her down on the gurney that Maggie has brought over

"Page Dr Rhodes tell him trauma room 2" Maggie asks April who nods and runs off

"Fuck this is all my fault"

"Go take a seat and calm down" Maggie says

"I need to ring Jay" Will says walking out of Med and to his car where his phone is.

YN regains consciousness after a few hours. Groaning she turns her head to the side to see a man she has never seen before. Now she realise she in a room and bed she's never been in before

"Who are you?"

"Oh thank god your awake. Your ok" Will sighs in relief not answering YNs question "I'm so sorry. You've got a broken leg, broken arm and concussion but your ok"

"You didn't answer my question"

"Sorry. I'm Will. I kinda hit you with my car last night in the rain" Will nervously scratches the back of his head

"Last night?" YNs eyes widen "I was supposed to start my new job today"

"Yeah erm I believe my brother is your partner in PD"

"This cannot be happening" the room falls silent "wait have you been here all night?"

"Erm yeah. I wanted to make sure that you were ok" before YN can say anything Dr Rhodes walks in telling her that she is ok and free to go tomorrow as long as she stays with someone to help her. Will notices YN slump further into the bed and Connor walks out of the room

"What's wrong?"

"I moved here a week ago on my own. I have no friends or family here so guess I'm staying in this uncomfortable bed" YN sighs

"Or you could stay at mine?"

"What? Are you crazy I barley know you. I just know you hit me with your car" YN chuckles

"You know my name"

"Will. That's all I know"

"Well ok then. I'm Will Halstead, I'm a doctor here and I am not used to having a quiet apartment so I think you should stay with me while you get better"

"I don't know.... how do I know your not going to murder me?"

"My brother is your PD partner"

"I guess" YN laughs but then groans in pain

"I really am sorry, the rain was so heavy and I barley could see. It was so dark as well"

"Hey, I'm ok. Just a few broken bones"

"I could have killed you"

"But you didn't. So if it makes you feel better then fine you can help me out while I'm in these casts"

"Really?" Wills face lights up

"Yes"

This was when a new friendship and relationship was born.

[teachandwrite-blog]

If I’m a holy anything, It’s a holy listener.

My ears are the most important part of me.

Listening is sacred to me.

Sometimes, when I hear a word, I close my eyes and listen to it with the ears of my heart.

Like when I hear the word “immigrant.”

When I hear the lives of my students from Mexico, Central America and South America who walk through the door of my classroom, who walk through the door of my heart, each and every day.

As I look through an old Life Magazines and see pictures of people wearing tattered coats and holey shoes; holding battered suitcases taped around the sides to keep their meager, precious things from spilling out onto the ground; and departing lives they know and love to try to make a better life, una vida mejor, I hear them, and they are no longer ‘them’ to me but are my neighbors.

In the lives of my students and their families, in the faces of the people in the pictures, I hear human beings.

I hear the human face.

I was an immigrant once.

I was welcomed into the country of Mali in West Africa.

I made a promise to always care for my immigrant neighbors around me just as my Malian neighbors cared for me.

I made a promise to listen and to love.

I wrote this poem to help us see the human face of immigration, feel the hearts of immigrants, and walk barefooted with them.

I hope you will listen to it with the ears of your heart.

My

Heart

Loves home.

Winter snow,

spring mountain flowers,

summer salt in the deep, blue sea,

and fall leaves on colorful trees are art for my heart.

With tears in eyes, I pull on a brown tattered coat, black holey shoes and a red wool scarf.

My heart is so tired, poor, huddled, wretched, homeless and tempest-tost. It loves its memories, family, home, but it is yearning to be free.

Too many cold, deserted eyes at checkpoints in lonely streets pointed guns at my heart; too many clouds in rainy seasons empty of rain brought pain to my heart; too many coughs from my children's chests late into night broke my heart.

I pick up my battered suitcase, with tape all around its ends, lest it break open and spill out my father's favorite shirt, a love letter, a picture of my beautiful children, all that I have in the world, onto the ground.

Deep in the hull of a ship tossing on stormy seas; high on the roof of a train winding down a long, steep hill; barefoot on a dusty road,

silent, back to back, knee to knee, with poor people and little children, immigrant hearts.

With each step along the way our hearts whisper, "We’re here."

With each mile we long for welcome,

we hope for kindness.

Immigrants

moving

our

hearts.

Go now and be holy listeners.

Go now in the name of the immigrant, the human being, the holy stranger.

Go now and make neighbors of strangers.

Go now with immigrant hearts.

[darklinsblog]

Your Words, My Words | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Sometimes the same words create different memories

Pairing: Morpheus x Human! Reader

Requested: Yes

“With this hand I will scare away your sadness. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine; with this candle I will light your way in the darkness; and with this ring I ask you to be mine.”

Those were the words that changed your life forever, those were Morpheus’ exact words when proposing to you, on a rainy October night.

You were a maiden at the Windsor Palace, it was 1906 when you met the Dream Lord, it was amazing how easily you two fell in love life felt like a fairytale, the love you shared was everything you could ever wish for and beyond.

But your love for the king of Dreams had made you neglect your obligations to the royal family, without being aware you were framed for stealing on the queen’s jewelry and as low class your word truly had no weight whatsoever.

You were fired without any consideration, but as the only support to a family of six and a dying father this was a true death sentence.

When you reached your home, Morpheus was waiting for you at the door even with the pouring rain, you entered your home and inside the house there was your whole family, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

In that small, wooden cold place you called home, Morpheus got on one knee and made his heartfelt proposal that brought you to tears.

As you accepted his proposal the world seemed right again, you had forgotten of your sorrows in that moment, because his love and support was all you ever needed.

Morpheus promised to take care of your family, that they would never starve or feel abandoned as long as he lived.

As you prepared for your wedding and inspected yourself in the mirror you were filled with an immense joy, if you could only see your past self and tell her what your life would become she would’ve thought you were mad.

Yet, here you were, about to become wife to one of the most powerful beings in the universe, about to become a queen yourself.

As you joined Morpheus in the aisle and took his hands in yours you breathed deeply, knowing exactly what to say as your vows.

Hearing you recited the same speech he had prepared when he firstly proposed to you was the most heartwarming moment of his existence, the Endless’ eyes burned with tears of happiness waiting to come out.

Those words had lead the way into the rest of your lives and as you made his words yours Morpheus was sure more than ever that he had found his true life partner.

As years passed after your marriage, you normally went back and forth between the Dreaming and the Waking World, because while you were now a queen you kept a part of your humanity close to your heart.

You were walking down the streets of London when you walked this huge electronics store that was planning a kids movie in the TVs displayed, but something made you abruptly stop.

“…cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine; with this candle I will light your way in the darkness; and with this ring I ask you to be mine.”

The animation itself had brought up the memories of your proposal and while this movie had fantasy aspects in it, like the fact there was a zombie bride, you knew those words too well.

This wasn’t a bizarre coincidence, there was no way. The only real explanation to you was that Morpheus’ had immortalized his love oath to you here, in the Waking World, your home.

You didn’t even waste a second and went inside to buy the DVD and headed back to the Dreaming.

“My queen” Lucienne had greeted you as proper as always, you smiled.

“Lucienne, would you happen to know where my husband is?” You questioned her sweetly, she nodded.

“He left a while ago, to create a new dream, I believe”

Shortly after that, you went ahead to find him, as always he felt your presence beforehand and turned to look at you, you handed him the movie playfully.

“Would you happen to know anything about this?” You said, the smile that was drawn in his lips along with a light shimmer in his clear blue eyes said it all.

“Seems familiar, but I’m not sure” he joked making both of you laugh.

“Morpheus…” you half jokingly scolded him

“The man needed inspiration and I always believed our love was made for movie screens” he said now pulling you closer to his body.

“Is that so?”

“Take this as a vow renewal, that my love for you, like our story will transcend time”

“Well I will be forever remembered as a corpse bride whose eye kept popping out of her socket”

“And how would I be remembered in this story, my love?”

“Exactly as you are, pale, tall, attractive and a hopeless romantic” this time, the Dream Lord laughed.

“Sounds fair to me”

Taglist: @emiemiemiii @ladyfairenvale @hungrhay @aurorarevenclaw1927 @adishax @meganmayhem89 @mrs-captainsteverogers @hb8301 @sarahbullet235 @bambooing-shenanigans @queenshelby @characterxreaderimagine @emarich7 @carolcrysis @sister-of-stars @coolsnowker @sandman-33 @jesllianaquilesrolon

[cassifiction]

Rainy day – arcane women x gn reader

Characters: gn reader with Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika and Jinx.

No warnings, just fluff. Things to do on a rainy day with them. This is the kind of stuff I write when I’m feeling gloomy.

Note: I might repost this once or twice if it doesn't show up in the tags. The issue where my posts keep dissapearing persists.

Vi – movie night

Vi doesn’t like the rain all that much. She can’t really go anywhere without getting soaked and she especially hates being mildly damp afterwards for the rest of the day. Rainy days are for spending indoors where it’s nice and dry.

She’s also not the type to bring an umbrella when it might rain. What if it doesn’t rain? Then you’re just carrying the stupid thing around all day for no reason. Thus, the poor umbrella is often left to gather dust at home.

The first time you’re both stuck indoors on a rainy day, she gets unusually excited. You thought she hated the rain, but suddenly she’s running around your home, doing what exactly?

Turns out she’s gathering snacks, pillows, blankets, drinks, etcetera. Asks you to please sit and stay put on the couch while she gets everything ready.

When she’s satisfied with her preparations, she’ll plop down beside you on the couch and wrap you both in a soft blanket. She’s got a huge grin on her face.

You ask her what’s going on and she tells you all about how she has been waiting for a day like this to spend with you. Just the two of you, sheltered from the rain in your home, snuggled up on the couch with enough snacks and drinks to last you a week. Nothing better to do than enjoy each other’s company and watch random movies until you fall asleep.

When she was younger, rainy days in the undercity were often spent like that too, albeit much simpler. Just one blanket and one pillow, only a small snack, no movies but maybe a fun book or some music to listen to. She has fond memories of those cosy days.

Her time in Stillwater ruined rainy days for her. When it rained, the water would just leak through the floors and the walls and make everything around her cold and damp. No blankets, no snacks, no soft pillows. No comfort.

Now, she wants to make new happy memories. Rainy days can be fun again, especially when you’re there with her.

After only 2 movies, she fallls asleep on you. The sound of the rain had proven to be too soothing, combined with the pile of pillows and blankets on the couch. And your presence, of course.

Caitlyn – watching the rain

(sorry but I couldn't not use that gif)

Caitlyn loves the sound of rain. When she was younger and it would rain, she’d get an umbrella and just walk around Piltover, enjoying the empty streets and the relaxing sounds of the city in the rain.

Unlike Vi, she’s the type of person to always bring an umbrella if there’s a chance it might rain. She doesn’t want either of you to get soaked. Especially you, because you always look so sad when you get caught in the rain.

On a lazy Saturday, you two were planning on going out in the afternoon. Some unexpected rain meant you sadly had to change your plans.

While you were racking your brains trying to come up with indoor activities (like going to coffee shops, cafés, the library), Caitlyn had already made up her mind. She wanted you to stay indoors and just enjoy the rain together.

She takes you up to her room and to the bay window she has, because of course she has a window like that in the big, shiny house she lives in!

You two make yourselves comfortable with some pillows and blankets and cuddle up to each other. It’s surprisingly cosy, but you have to be careful not to move too much or you might fall onto the floor.

You ask if she wants to put on some music but she declines. She says the sound of your breathing combined with the rain is the most beautiful sound and the only thing she wants to hear right now.

So you just lay there, arms around each other, watching the rain fall on the streets below. Listening to the drops hit the roof and the window.

It’s simple and it’s peaceful but above all, Caitlyn just loves that you are with her to enjoy it.

Sevika – sharing an umbrella

It had been a long day at work for you. Your feet felt sore and you just wanted to lay down and get some rest.

But once you open the door to go home, you realize it’s pouring outside. And you didn’t bring your umbrella. There was no way you were going to arrive home without getting all of your clothes completely soaking wet.

You just stare out at the streets for a moment, at the muddy puddles and water pouring down the roofs. Maybe to mentally prepare yourself for the dreadful walk to come.

But suddenly, you hear a short whistle to your right. You turn around and there she is.

Sevika, leaning against a wall, partially obscured by a shadow. Above her head, your other saviour: your umbrella.

She walks over to you, a light smirk on her face as she stands in front of you.

“You forgot this.” she says, holding the umbrella above the both of you.

Once the surprise wears off, you try and take the umbrella from her but she won’t let you. Instead, she places a hand on your back and guides you out onto the street, keeping you both dry with the umbrella.

“Let’s go home.”

She walks you all the way back home, expertly keeping you dry but getting herself a bit wet in the process. The umbrella just isn’t quite big enough to keep you both dry, but she tries her best.

People on the street turn to look at you. It makes you a little uncomfortable, until you realize they’re probably just jealous that they’re not getting escorted home by the scariest – and most beautiful – lady in the entire Undercity.

Jinx – getting soaked

Jinx loves the rain. Whether she’s indoors looking outside and listening to it or she’s outside, with or without an umbrella. She just loves the way the rain looks and sounds and feels. It’s refreshing, it’s exciting.

She might take an umbrella with her, but she probably won’t. She doesn’t mind getting wet, it’s all part of the fun. It’s like a shower, but everywhere at once!

So when you spend a day with her and it starts raining, you’re not surprised when she asks if you want to go outside with her.

You get ready to go out in the rain. Grab your boots, your raincoat, your umbrella. Jinx is already long gone by the time you’re ready.

So you go outside and close the door behind you, holding your umbrella so you don’t get too wet. You call out to Jinx, but you can’t see her.

Until she appears behind you!

And steals your umbrella. She runs away, encouraging you to chase after her.

You run through the streets of the undercity together, Jinx taunting you with your umbrella the whole time. The hood of your raincoat flies off at some point and your hair gets all wet.

Finally, you manage to catch her, but only because she let you catch her. You get the umbrella back from her, but she stops you before you can open it.

She asks you if you’re having fun. And yes, you are!

“Isn’t this fun? To just run around and get soaked? Doesn't if feel amazing?”

Then she grabs you by the hands and spins you in circles until you’re both dizzy.

You spend a bit more time outside together in the rain. And you get it now. When you want to get soaked, when you choose to do so, it’s a lot more fun than getting caught in the rain when you’re not prepared for it.

Notes: it’s not even fall yet and I’m already in the mood. Give me summer rain. I need it!

[subtlelovers]

Hi, just read your reflection series with Satoru and I beg pls make part 3 I’m obsessed now. 😩

He saw his reflection in your eyes PT 1-3 (satoru Gojo X Fem!Reader)

About: Fluff, Angst?, Action.

Creator: This is a collection of part 1, 2 and 3, Thank you for all the attention and liking the stories have gotten! Every like, reblog and comment is appreciated! <3 (I havent said before, but the story is inspired by the song "Reflections" By the neighbourhood)

Chapter 1

Satoru Gojo. The strongest sorcerer of his time was burnt out, on top of missions and classes where he taught his students he was full booked never getting a second to himself. He was exhausted not getting enough sleep, though he found thta the time he was awake at night was the only time he had alone with his thoughts.

He was walking down the rainy streets, they were dimly lit by orange street lights. Cold rain had soaked his clothes all the way through, the sound of his feet splashing the water on the ground beneath him echoing through the empty streets. It was probably 4AM and Satoru was holding in his tears as he speed walked to try and get his mind off all of the stress.

Suddenly he sees someone walking slowly and a bit unsteadily in his direction, they were short and petite. He looked closer as he got closer to her, and he could see her wiping her flowing tears in her already rain soaked sweater. She was sniffling and desperately wiping them away as she walked, seemingly she was barely even able to hold her up as she almost tripped in her own feet.

When she walks past him, he grabs her wrists. "Stop." His soft yet cold voice says. You see who was holding your wrists to look up at Satoru, you were a sorcerer yourself born into a famous clan though you never went to school for it, so you knew who he was. "What are you doing grabbing be like that?!" You ask a bit shaken up as you pull away your hand to yourself.

Satoru’s grip loosens as he steps back, his usually calm demeanor slightly shaken by the desperation in your voice. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice gentler now. "I just... you seemed like you needed help." You blink away the rain and tears, studying his face. Even in the dim light, you recognize the exhaustion in his eyes, mirroring your own. "I don't need help," you reply, but the quiver in your voice betrays you.

Satoru looks in your eyes for a second it's like a shiver in his spine... a spark in his eye, there was something so familiar about the way your eyes portrayed your expression. "Stop glaring at me" You say before you meet his eyes and feel the same, leaving you stunned and mute for a few seconds. A soft sigh escapes your lips, in the form of a "woah" kind of sound. Satoru speaks up "I'm sorry but, I see my reflection in your eyes..." He says leaning closer to your face a bit, your eyes widen. That is exactly the same thing you felt, he knew your pain he felt the same... Satoru steps back for a little bit, is it possible she knew his pain? Understood him properly? Satoru was born the "Honored one" due to him being borned with the 6 eyes and limitless technique. He was therefore spoiled rotten as a kid but quickly he was hunted after, a hefty sum above his head. People saw him as a war tool, as a danger due to his potential strength... Was it possible she had something similar..?

The rain outside continued to pour, creating a rhythmic backdrop to your thoughts. You finally break the silence. "I'm just so tired," you admit quietly. "My clan expected so much from me. I've never been allowed to be just... me." Satoru's eyes soften, a hint of sadness mixed with understanding. "It's a heavy burden, isn't it?" he says, almost to himself. "To be seen as something more than human, to carry the weight of everyone's expectations." He understood you...

You feel his long muscular arms pull you into his embrace but you don't hesitate at all, you wrap your own arms around his back and feel your rain soaked bodies press together. It was so comforting, the way the thin fabric of your clothes were so wet you could practically feel eachothers skin in the hug. Feeling the comforting closeness. Despite your earlier attempts you just let your tears fall, let them trinkle down your cheeks as you and the white haired man hugged. You could swear you heard him sniffle too, you were both strangers just a few minutes ago. Somehow you were now so close, like you had just met your mirror opposites or something, Satoru crouched down a bit to face you, he smiled and placed his hand behind your head gently pressing his lips against your own. His hand on your wet hair, rubbing his thumb on the back of your head as the two of you kissed. Blocking out the world outside as the rain just continued.

Chapter 2

Satoru let go of you as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He looks at it and mumbles "Fuck." He still ha done arm around you holding you close as he answered the phone. "Hello, Gojo speaking." He says into the phone, you keep a watchfull eye over him during his phone call. You were lost in thought, what happens now? Are you two never gonna see eachother? No, that can't be-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud annoyed groan from Gojo, he looks down at you and pats your head smiling gently "I have a mission, but I can't leave you here. Can I...?" You shake your head "No! At least give me a way to contact you agai-" He interrupts you again. "No I mean I can't leave you outside here soaking in the early day." What was with this man and interrupting you???

He lifts you over his shoulder, "You don't mind a fresh breeze, do you?" He asks. A bit caught off guard you respond "No." And with that, he took off. This man ran at light speed, you had heard about him everywhere but he had definetely exceeding your expectations. Seconds after you arrived at the jujutsu school. You knew the area despite not having gone there before, apparently Satoru had his own dorm apartment thing there that he just lived at. He places you down on the floor inside of his dorm. "Welcome to my not so humble abode" He says.

There was a kitchen, a small couch and a tv in that room, as well as two other doors that you assumed were for the bathroom and bedroom.

It was not big but it wasn't tiny, it was comforting. The doors were typical japanese sliding doors and the place was neat and clean, seemingly. "It's nice!" You smile as you step out of your shoes but stop yourself from stepping off the carpet.

"I don't wanna get your floors wet though..." You say as he turns to look at you, smiling sheepishly, he was just as soaked as you dripping in water still.

"Don't worry about it, you can have a shower here. Borrow some clothes from me for the rest of the night. I'll be leaving soon for the mission so you can just have some rest in my bed if you want to. Just make yourself at home" He says as he rummages through a drawer pulling out a oversized black sweater and some red plaid pj pants, as well as some white socks. He throws them over to you and you catch them. "There are towels in the bottom bathroom drawers, take what you need. I am heading out, I'll be back in a few." You smile and nod at him "Thank you" You say gratefully before turning into the bathroom locking the door behind you.

You strip and run the shower, hot water flowed out the shower head and you stepped in. You used Satorus soaps, they all had the same smell and brand, a thick and deep vanilla scent. After that you hung up your wet clothes on the drying rack in the bathroom and threw on the fresh warm clothes Satoru had borrowed you. You brush your hair in the mirror, you had to wipe off some fog that had collected on it from the water. Walking out of the bathroom you saw that Satoru had left, he had hung a postit on the wall that said "Be back in 6 hours, get some sleep and eat" You smile to yourself as you saw that he had drawn a smileyface and a heart next to the text.

You walk into his bedroom, he had a giant bed. It was giant to you at least. You lay down and get under the warm comforters and fluffy blankets. you shut your eyes and drift off to sleep in his bed. His whole room smelled like him and his perfume, his pillows smelled like his hair wash.

As you lay in Gojo's bed, surrounded by his comforting scent, you drift into a deep, peaceful sleep. Your dreams are filled with fragments of the day's events, and you find yourself wondering about the nature of Satoru's mission and what kind of dangers he might be facing. But his reassuring presence and the sense of security his room provides help to ease your worries.

Hours pass, and you wake up to the sound of the front door clicking open. You blink groggily, trying to adjust to the dim light of the evening. Satoru steps into the room, looking slightly tired but still wearing that familiar confident smile. "Hey there," he says softly, not wanting to startle you. "Did you sleep well?"

You sit up, rubbing your eyes. "Yeah, I did. Thanks for letting me stay here."

He smirks and lunges into the bed next to you burying his face in the crook of your neck. His exhaustion was evident on his face, you run your fingers through his hair and he sighs relaxed. "Are you hungry?" He asks lifting his head and looking at you, giving your lips a quick peck. "A little, I can make myself something, think you should get some rest?" You say it like a question but it was more a statement.

Satoru had been awake for probably almost two days by then so he nodded "Yeah... Wake me up in 3 hours, okay?" You nod and exit his room sliding the door shut behind you. You wash your face in the bathroom and brush your hair before cooking yourself some instant noodles in his kitchen.

The whole night had been so wierd... You just casually met Satoru Gojo and realized you were linked to eachother in some way. Now you two had kissed, you had slept in his bed, showered at his house... You ponder as you eat the noodles, you then sit down on his couch and watch tv.

As you sit on the couch, the flicker of the TV is a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. The reality of the past day starts to sink in. Your mind races with questions about what the future might hold with Satoru, the man who had suddenly become so important in your life.

The TV show you're watching barely registers in your mind as you replay the day's events. The way Satoru had protected you, the warmth of his presence, and the unexpected tenderness he showed despite his formidable reputation. There's something enigmatic about him, and it draws you in even more.

After finishing your noodles, you tidy up the kitchen and decide to check on Satoru. Quietly, you slide the door open a crack and peer inside. He's sprawled out on the bed, snoring lightly, a hand resting where you had been laying earlier. You can't help but smile at how peaceful he looks, so different from the powerful sorcerer the world knows.

Deciding to let him sleep a bit longer, you retreat back to the living area. Picking up a book from the small shelf in the corner, you curl up on the couch and try to lose yourself in its pages. But your thoughts keep drifting back to Satoru. What kind of life does he lead outside the public eye? What dangers does he face on his missions? And most importantly, what does he see in you?

An hour passes before you hear a soft rustling from the bedroom. You put the book down and walk to the door. Satoru is sitting up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He looks at you and smiles, his eyes softening with warmth.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask, stepping into the room.

He nods, stretching his arms above his head. "Yeah, I feel much better. Thanks for letting me rest."

You sit down on the edge of the bed next to Satoru. "This is crazy..." You say quietly. Satoru tilts his head to the side and has an unreadable expression as he says "I know... I just- I felt something... I know you did too..." You think silently for a bit, your eyes never leaving his.

"Yes... It sounds cheesy but I-" You start laughing mid sentence, trying to compose yourself as you wipe a tear of laughter from your eyes. "Sorry... What I meant... Do you think we could be soulmates? Like in all seriousness..."

Satoru shrugs "I never really belived in that stuff... Before I met you..." He cups the side of your face rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. "I think I love you- But I dont even know your name" He chuckles. "Y/n" You say. He smiles "I think I love you Y/n" You smile and lean forwards, feeling his breath on your face. "I think I love you too Satoru."

Chapter 3

A week had passed since that stormy night, and the connection between you and Satoru had grown stronger with each day. You found comfort in each other's presence, and the bond you shared seemed unbreakable. But the peace was short-lived. The jujutsu school had received reports of a powerful curse terrorizing a nearby village, and both of you were assigned to handle it.

As you prepared for the mission, Satoru's usual playful demeanor was tinged with seriousness. "This curse is no joke, Y/n," he warned. "We'll need to be on our toes."

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. "I'm ready, Satoru. Let's do this."

The journey to the village was uneventful, the tension building as you approached your destination. The air grew colder, and the once-vibrant forest surrounding the village seemed to wither, the trees gnarled and lifeless. You could feel the malevolent energy of the curse, a palpable darkness that sent shivers down your spine.

"We're close," Satoru said, his eyes scanning the area. "Stay close to me."

The village was eerily silent, the streets deserted. As you walked, you noticed signs of a struggle—broken windows, overturned carts, and scorch marks on the ground. The curse had already wreaked havoc. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the empty streets, and a massive, shadowy figure emerged from the darkness. The curse was monstrous, its form shifting and writhing as if made of pure malevolence.

"Satoru, that's it!" you exclaimed, readying your cursed energy.

He nodded, his expression fierce. "Let's take it down."

The battle was intense. The curse was powerful, its attacks relentless. But with Satoru by your side, you fought with a newfound determination. You moved in sync, your attacks complementing each other perfectly. Satoru's limitless technique and your own skills made for a formidable combination.

Just as you thought you had the upper hand, the curse let out a deafening roar, its form expanding and darkening the sky. The ground shook beneath your feet, and you struggled to maintain your balance. "Y/n, watch out!" Satoru shouted, his eyes wide with alarm.

But it was too late. The curse unleashed a torrent of dark energy, knocking you off your feet and sending you crashing into a nearby building. Pain shot through your body as you struggled to stand, your vision blurred.

"Satoru!" you called out, panic rising in your chest.

He was fighting valiantly, but even he seemed to be struggling against the curse's newfound strength. The monster's attacks were relentless, and Satoru's movements were becoming slower, more labored.

Desperation fueled your determination. You summoned every ounce of your strength, pushing through the pain. "I'm not giving up," you muttered, clenching your fists. "Not now."

You charged at the curse, your cursed energy blazing. Satoru saw you coming and his eyes lit up with a mix of relief and admiration. Together, you launched a coordinated attack, striking the curse with everything you had.

For a moment, it seemed like you were winning. The curse howled in pain, its form flickering and weakening. But then, with a final, desperate burst of energy, it lashed out at Satoru, sending him flying.

"Satoru!" you screamed, rushing to his side. He was unconscious, his body battered and bruised. The curse was weakening, but it wasn't defeated. It turned its malevolent gaze toward you, its form coiling and ready to strike. You stood your ground, protecting Satoru with every bit of strength you had left.

As the curse lunged at you, time seemed to slow. You braced yourself, ready to face it head-on, when suddenly a blinding light enveloped you both. You felt a surge of energy, and then everything went dark.

When you opened your eyes, you were lying on the ground, the curse nowhere in sight. Satoru was still unconscious beside you, but he was breathing. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. You sensed another presence, one even more powerful than the curse you had just fought. Footsteps approached, and a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a sorcerer, one you didn't recognize, but the malevolent aura around them was unmistakable.

"Well, well," the sorcerer said with a sinister smile. "It seems I've found the famous Satoru Gojo and his new companion. This should be interesting." You tried to stand, but your body was too weak. The sorcerer stepped closer, their intent clear. And then, everything went black.

End.

Creator: I'm going to take a teeny tiny break from this series, but there will at least be two more parts this week! Unsure exactly when though. :)

[tommyspeakycap]

Genuinely think your one of the best peaky blinders writers out there. Do you think you could write something about little toddler Shelby and Tommy. Maybe little Shelby is out in the rain jumping in puddles? Love your work!!!

Thank you!! That’s so kind of you x

Puddles

Polly shakes her head in something of dismay as she holds a cup of tea snugly in her hands, keeping them warm against the winter chill that whips in the open window in front of her. “Mind your sister, Finn!” She calls out it, waiting until she got a “Yes auntie Pol!” yelled back to her from the 11 year old who had become somewhat accustomed to keeping a watchful eye over his only younger sibling. His answer seemed satisfaction enough for his aunt to nod her head and pull that window closed to maintain some semblance of heat in the house, but not enough for her to move away from said window to keep her own eye on the youngest Shelby sibling.

She stands cautionary. She knows better than to trust that Finn will do much to prevent his very clumsy five year old little sister from wandering off and getting herself hurt. (y/n) is notoriously like Thomas is all sorts of ways. She’s always getting into things she shouldn’t, hearing things she shouldn’t, seeing things she shouldn’t. She seems to sit back and observe a lot of things. They’re trying to grow her out of it.

Polly attributes it to the majority of her life being spent in a country torn by war. She was only nearly two when her brothers left, so naturally she didn’t understand much of what was going on. Everything was up in the air and now the war was over, it seemed l to the youngster that a war’s not just over when the fighting ends. It has also become clear that Tommy is her favourite sibling, so her similarities to him can often be attributed to her spending the most time with that brother.

Alas, in all her likeness to Tommy, she is much softer in manner than he is himself. Little (y/n) is like Tommy was when he was her age, incredibly inquisitive. Except softer. She chatters away to herself as she does things and though it takes her time to warm up to people, once she starts talking it’s hard to get her to stop for anything. She’s so kind and so very loving too, she laughs just like Tommy once did and it makes Polly’s heart happy deep down when that little girl falls asleep each night with a sweet little smile.

“Alright Pol?” Tommy greets as he comes through the back of the house from the betting shop to see his aunt standing at the window still. Polly nods, “Just watching to see if that bloody brother of yours is watching your sister like i told him to not five minutes ago.” She sighs as she takes another sip of her tea. Sure enough, Finn had not noticed his younger sister wandering off up the street subtly without even noticing in herself that she was getting further and further from the relative safety in proximity of her home and the brother who was supposed to be watching her. It seemed as though the puddles that filled certain uneven surfaces of the Watery Lane streets were more interesting, and finding more deep ones had stolen her full attention away from her surroundings. Tommy stands next to his aunt, leaning over slightly to spot his youngest sister slowly going further and further away than she should.

“Bloody hell,” Polly curses, sitting her tea down on the table beside her and reaching her hand to the handle of the window, “Don’t bother Pol,” Tommy interrupts her from opening the window fully and yelling for Finn to run and bring you back. Polly looks at him like he’s grown a second head, wondering if he’s completely lost his mind. He would usually have been the one giving Finn a stern word about making sure his sister was safe at all times. He just offered her a smile and says “I’ll get her.” simply, brushing past and grabbing his coat on the way. Polly furrows her eyebrows and watches as Tommy does a slight jog up the street until he nears (y/n) and then stops by her.

Her heart is suddenly warmed when the pair don’t turn back around to head home, but Tommy extends his hand to the little girl and she takes it gleefully to lead him on to find as many more puddles as they could before it got too rainy, cold and dark. He’s been so busy lately it had been a while since she had seen Tommy just be the brother of the little girl he loved so much.

Tommy relishes the feeling of his sisters little hand in his as they walk towards their uncles scrap yard, jumping in puddles along the way. She soaks the bottom of his trousers in dirty puddle water, but his heart sings with her giggles. “Tommy look!” She squeals, jumping in excitement as she spots a huge one near the window of the Garrison. She’s off a few feet before he can do anything other than open his mouth to speak. “Come on Tom!” She calls to him, “you’re so slow!” The tease draws laughter from him that only she can cause. He stops only for a moment in some form of mock shock. “Me?” He gasps, “Slow? Alright then miss speedy pants, wait there and i’ll race you.”

(y/n) does just that, waiting excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet for Tommy to reach her, both standing still a good few meters away from the puddle near the pub. The streets are pretty empty given the weather conditions and Tommy’s reputation had gone out the window of his thoughts long ago. “Okay then,” (y/n) breathes, “3...2...1!”

The pair take off at a run, the little girl stealing the lead immediately as Tommy runs slower than he probably ever has to allow the five year old to scuttle ahead faster than him. She giggles, elated as she knows she’s in front of her brother. “‘M gonna beat you Tom!” She puffs out, little boots splashing through the barren street as he laughs from behind her. “Not if i catch you first!” He calls back, speeding up his run as he heard the little girl screech in shock at the sound of him getting closer. He can see her putting her all into running from him, looking behind her over and over, laughing only when she realises he’s far enough behind her or screaming again if he’s getting close.

Inside the Garrison, Grace hears a child’s scream and what sounds very much like Tommy Shelby shouting that he’ll get her. It makes her immediately peer out the window just in time to see what most people in Small Health never expect from the gangster.

He runs up behind his little sister quickly, scooping her into his arms with complete ease as she squirms, squeals and giggles loudly. “Faster than me ey?” He snarls playfully, fingers digging softly into her sides to tickle hysterical laughter out of the girl. “No Tommy! Never!” She shrieks, knowing well enough agreeing with her brother was enough to stop his tickles and it clearly is as he places her gently back down on her feet, a sheepish grin overtaking her little features as she looks up at him in adoration. It was widely clear how much she loved her big brother.

Grace moves to the doorstep of the pub, arms crossed over her chest to keep her warm against the chill. “Having fun, Thomas?”

He whips around at the sound of her voice, subconsciously letting go of his sisters hand in surprise, almost as if he was always ready to put up a fight and defend her with everything he had within a moments notice just as reflex. She knows better than to assume he wouldn’t cut anyone who came near that little girl. “Suppose so,” he shrugs when he realises it’s just the bartender he had become rather intrigued by. “Thought i would-“

The sound of loud, proud giggling and the feeling of water hitting the backs of his trousers immediately makes him whip around again, spotting his small little sister grinning up at him like a cheshire cat and his very own devilish glint in her little blue eyes as she stands in the middle of the puddle after having splashed water up at him. “Oh you little buggar. I’ll get you for that.” He threatens, taking a moment to get over his shock as (y/n) laughs at him again but is joined this time by the light giggle of the Irish bartender. That little girl only widens her cheeky grin, her innocence still leaking through her cheeky nature as she looks behind her, knowing her brother would have to run through the huge puddle to get her.

“Only if you catch me first.”

And just like that, the hardened Birmingham gangster bids a quick goodbye to his bartender and is off running through puddles with a five year old little girl who very coincidentally melts his heart of stone down to a puddle each and every single day.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sami’s fic stash.

A/N: this was inspired by a film I watched on Netflix late one night so I’ll probably never finish it. But I also can’t delete it. I’m posting everything that is in the doc, chapter one is complete, chapter two is nearly complete and the rest is scenes I wrote in advance.

Warnings: this fic is not finished. I am just emptying a Google doc in one go with all I have written for this particular fic. Character death, feels, accident mentions, injuries, funeral and all that comes with it. There is happiness at the beginning and it swiftly goes downhill 🥹

Pairing: Hvitserk x F!Reader

Word Count: 8.5k+

Tagging: @adrille88 @istorkyou

Chapter 1

It was spring. Not too hot and not too cold but the sea breeze still held a chill that had you shiver inside your fleece lined raincoat. You wound the film in your camera taking comfort in the click and whirs of the mechanism before lifting it up to snap another shot.

A lone seagull glided over the choppy waves, feet tucked in close to the soft white body, black wings spread widely and you wondered what it would be like to fly. You adjusted the lens, bringing the bird into focus and clicked the shutter at the perfect moment, hoping these shots were coming out nicely but you wouldn’t know until you got back home.

Winding the film once more you looked up at the clouds that roiled above you. They were a dark grey but the rising sun spilled a fine dusting of yellow ochre light across their heavy bases. You wished you had brought your digital camera to perfectly capture the colours that spread right to the horizon. The sky and the sea met miles away, one tossing and turning and the other soft but holding the promise of misery. Dark bands of rain filtered across your eye line and you debated heading home. The weather could turn on a pin head here, which you’d found out by mistake.

You’d lived in this place for the last six months but already people knew you around the little seaside town. Being a city girl for most of your life you hadn’t been very clued up on certain details but now you were much wiser.

You had better shoes and more appropriate outdoor clothing. The cafe owner, Elena had taken pity on you one rainy day and it sparked a lovely friendship which in turn connected you to her friend Ashe who was the local florist.

Making your way up the hidden path that led you out of the cove and back up the cliff, your mind was already in Elena’s cafe with a hot cup of coffee and a nice slab of cake.

“Hey, doll.” She beamed at you with her characteristic friendly smile. “How’s it looking out there?”

“Like it’s going to rain.”

“What’s new,” she said with a shrug. “Usual?” Nodding you put your camera down and shed your coat to hang it over the chair where you usually sat. Lifting yourself onto the tall stall you peered out into the high street, watching as people set up their shops ready for the day. Tourist season was going to hit soon and you could tell from the influx of new stock that were gracing the window displays.

She placed the coffee and cake before you, a friendly hand resting on your shoulder for a second. She moved back to the main counter needlessly wiping it. “Any plans for today?”

“I should swing by the booth and make sure I don’t need to order anything else before I open it.”

“It’s such a good idea what you’re doing,” she commented. “The tourists are gonna love it.”

“I hope so, my savings are drying up.” Sipping your coffee you watched a man walk down the street. You hadn’t seen him before but you couldn’t really see his face because he was looking down at his feet. He ran a wide hand through his dirty blonde hair, his other firmly shoved in his light coloured trench coat pocket.

“Who’s that?” You asked with a frown. Elena sidled up beside you, peering out of the window she gave a nonchalant shrug.

“No idea. Cute though.”

“There are not enough single men in this place,” you muttered.

“Remind me why you moved here again?” She teased.

“For the legendary coffee and cake!” She rolled her eyes, heading back to the counter when the door opened.

You sat there for an hour, toying with the strap of your camera, snatching conversation with Elena between customers. The grey clouds filled the sky but the rain hadn’t hit yet so you decided now would be a good time to go home. Waving goodbye to Elena and heading out onto the high street.

The street wasn’t long, shops encroached on the small road barely leaving any room for a pavement. Sand lined the groove between the tarmac and the concrete, a sight you wouldn’t see in London unless a sand bag had given up. The wind ripped down the road, the bright coloured wares outside Richard's touristy gift shop all tinkled with warning notes and you debated if you were going to make it home before the heavens opened.

Hitching the camera strap further up your shoulder you stopped to look at the movie list near the door of the cinema. Fletcher didn’t usually get many new movies this time of year but you saw one you hadn’t seen before, a Danish film called ‘Skyggen I Mit Øje’. Glancing up at the sky you made the choice to ride out the weather watching a film instead and you pushed the front door open.

“Fletch?” The plush carpeted foyer looked deserted. You glanced around at the old classic style cinema frowning slightly. “Fletcher?” The sound of your name came from behind the counter before he popped up and cast a beaming smile your way. He was an older man, with a gentle expression and eye wrinkles that creased whenever he saw you.

“What can I do for our resident photographer?”

“Are you showing that new film that’s on the board? The Danish one?” You questioned, pointing over your shoulder.

“Yeah I set it up for a test run. I was going to ring you about it. Wanna watch it for me?”

“Yes! I had nothing else planned today aside from developing these,” you told him, holding up your camera.

“Someone else asked me about the picture you did for me,” he said pointing to the black and white photo you’d taken of the building. “You should do an event and showcase your photos.” You smiled tightly, nodding with a slight hum as you tried not to balk at the idea. Putting your stuff out there filled you with dread and in all honesty, the picture for Fletcher was supposed to be in his house.

“Maybe,” you finally pushed out as he opened the screen door for you.

“I’ll give you a couple of minutes to get settled and then start the film.”

“Thanks, Fletch.” You walked into the empty screen, hearing him greet someone else just before the heavy door swung shut. You plonked yourself in your favourite seat, right in the middle of the room so you had the best view of the screen. While the lights were still on, you quickly snapped a couple of aesthetic shots. Capturing the rows of empty seats, the fold of the red curtains that covered the screen and the fixtures of the old fashioned lights that lined the pillars along the edges.

The door opened and you turned expecting to see Fletcher only to meet the gaze of a stranger. He had a cream trench coat draped over one arm, he was wearing jeans and a grey top with a worn Imagine Dragons band logo splashed across the front. His gaze finally broke away from yours to take in the room, running a hand through his longish dirty blonde hair. You turned back to the front, your eyes involuntarily attracted to the movement of him sitting himself down two rows in front of you. Usually you were here on your own but it was fine, Fletcher needed all the audience he could get. The lights dimmed and you settled down in the comfortable seat ready to enjoy the film.

As soon as the film started you had an issue. There were no subtitles. Sitting up you turned to see if you could see Fletcher and get him to switch them on…if it worked like that, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Damn…” it came out a lot louder than you’d anticipated and the stranger glanced round at you. “Sorry!” You whispered, sinking further into your seat fairly sure he’d smirked at you. You watched the film for a few more minutes trying to make sense of it but you couldn’t follow the language at all. The stranger got up with a sigh, grabbing his coat and you felt a pang in your chest that Fletcher had lost a customer.

So it surprised you when he dropped into the seat beside you. At first you tried to ignore him but he leaned in close resulting in you inhaling his scent and a heat crept into your face. You didn’t remember men smelling this good.

“Do you know what they’re saying?” He asked quietly, his heavily accented soft tones breathing into the side of your neck and you swallowed nervously.

“No. I could see if Fletcher has the option for subtitles…”

“No need,” he whispered. “Let me translate.”

“Translate? You can understand Danish?” He scoffed slightly, swiping a thumb along his lips before glancing over at you again.

“I hope so. I am Danish.” For a second you contemplated getting up and leaving to find Fletcher but then you didn’t want to seem rude, so you sat back your shoulder bumping his as he leaned in close again.

You thought it would be annoying to have someone talking all the way through the film but his subtle whispering was not unwanted and you found yourself leaning into him. You did wish you’d done your research on this film, the events that happened tugged so deeply on your heartstrings, the tears streaming down your face.

You lifted your hand and pointed at the screen as the credits started to roll. Words were stuck in your throat and all you could do was gesture weakly for a moment.

“It—can’t end like that!” Your chest heaved and you felt a reassuring squeeze on your other hand. Looking down you saw your fingers entwined with his and you quickly snatched your hand back. “H-how long was I doing that for?” You watched as he circled his wrist, rubbing his hand and flexing his fingers.

“I lost feeling about an hour ago.”

“I’m so sorry. T-thanks for, you know.” Grabbing your camera and jacket you stood. He matched your motion, a breath hitching in the quiet room as you shoved past him. Embarrassment crowded your thoughts and all you could think about was getting out. Thankfully Fletcher was nowhere to be seen as you raced through the foyer only to spill out onto the wet pavement, blinking against the blazing sunshine that hadn’t been there when you’d stepped inside.

A faint “oof” fell from you as you collided with something solid, only for them to grab and stop you from falling over.

“You ok?” A deep voice asked.

“Oh yeah! Geez, I’m sorry!” You gasped, still trying to adjust to the brightness.

“Not everyday a pretty girl throws herself at me,” he joked. A nervous laugh erupted from your chest, looking up into the clear blue eyes that looked down at you.

“Ubbe!” Turning sharply you saw the guy from the cinema and you felt like you were trapped between a rock and hard place.

“I should be going.”

“Wait, wait!” You paused, your body seeming to have a mind of its own at the sound of his insistent cry. He jogged right up to you, running a hand through his hair while he clearly tried to think of something to say. “I’m Hvitserk,” he blurted out. His hand shot forward aggressively and you almost stepped back out of surprise.

“Oh. Hi,” you told him your name, putting your hand in his and trying not to notice the way he dwarfed it. Or how warm his skin felt, or how nice it was to have your hand held, even in a handshake. “Thank you again…”

“Yeah, no problem,” he spoke softly. “I enjoyed whispering in your ear for a couple of hours.” A cocky grin appeared on his face, one that was contagious and you had to grin back. Out in the natural light of the day you could see his eyes were the most glorious colour. Green with gold flecks, blending into a hazel that you wanted to get lost in. Your hand was still in his grip, the pair of you just staring at each other, drinking each other’s features in case you never saw one another again. “You’re a photographer?” He inquired after clearing his throat. The hand you finally released moved as though he was going to pluck your camera strap and then thought better of it.

“Oh! Yeah, I mean I try.”

“My brother is a photographer.”

“Is he any good?” As the question left your mouth you were screaming curses into the void of your mind but Hvitserk’s expression lit up with a mischievous light.

“He seems to think so.” You nodded, not sure how to respond.

“I should…” Taking a step back he got the hint that you wanted to leave, even though you wanted to stay and chat.

“I hope I see you around.”

“That would be nice.” His eyes roamed suggestively down to your lips, his own bottom lip dragged into his mouth and you swear your heart fluttered at the sight. “Oh, nice top by the way.” Hvitserk spread his hands which were now buried in his pockets, opening his coat so you could see the top better. “I really should go.” You said it more for your own benefit than his but he stepped back as well, breaking the heady spell that had engulfed you both for a moment.

The other guy, Ubbe, had been watching the whole interaction with a knowing look on his face, his blue eyes darting between you both.

“Bye.” You didn’t know what else to say. It was like your brain had given up and was letting you fend for yourself. Subconsciously you checked you still had your camera, tapping the device against your leg before walking away.

“Smooth, brother. It was like watching a very slow car crash.”

“Shut up!” Hvitserk growled. Glancing over your shoulder you saw him wrap an arm around Ubbe’s neck, dragging him down into a choke hold.

You sighed lightly. He was definitely your type but he was clearly a tourist. Someone who was here for a holiday and nothing more, the last thing you needed to was to get attached to someone who was leaving within the week.

Chapter 2

The rest of the week slipped by in a blur of cloudy and rainy days. You spent your time editing photos in your little studio, ordering props and making sure you had all the stuff you needed before you opened. Friday dawned, the clouds breaking up against the grey-blue sky and you snapped the formations with your digital camera this time. You were dressed against the chill, feeling the sting in your cheeks but enjoying the biting caress this early in the morning.

You wandered up to Elena’s cafe, knowing she’d be there already. Sure enough she was almost elbow deep in the oven, thick oven mitts covering her hands as she shifted the trays of pastries around.

“Hey, doll!” She sounded as cheerful as ever. Locking the door behind you she asked if you wanted a coffee to which you nodded enthusiastically. “Get any good ones?”

“I did, the sky is particularly photogenic this morning.”

“Seen that guy again?” You wrinkled your nose. Too much of your thought processes this week had been on that guy. Hvitserk. But you hadn’t seen him again and you were fairly sure he’d gone back to wherever he came from.

“No. He’s probably gone home, knowing my luck he already has a girlfriend back home and was looking for a bit of a holiday thrill.”

“Where did you say he was from again?” You sighed, wishing she would drop the topic. Flicking through the pictures on your camera you refused to look up as you answered.

“He said he was Danish.”

“Huh….I met a Danish guy.” Cocking an eyebrow you thought it was just your luck, of course someone you found attractive would be drawn to one of your friends.

“Oh yeah? Was his name Hvitserk by any chance?” You muttered sullenly.

“No. Björn.”

“Well…” turning the camera you zoomed in on a particular picture. “I wish more would descend. I would not say no to a Viking.” Elena sat down opposite you, the sunny yellow cup in the middle of the table. Glancing up you tossed her a half smile. “You ok?”

“Yes. What are you doing tonight?” Shrugging you flicked over to the next photo.

“Night in, with some sparkling wine I believe. Maybe a long film and a cry, my usual Friday night shenanigans.”

“Come to the beach, in the cove. There’s going to be a bonfire and some people getting together. Bring your sparkling wine.”

“People? What people?” Now you looked up, fully focussed on what she was saying and she smiled smugly knowing she’d got your attention.

“I got talking to Björn, honestly babe you should see him! Tall, blonde, blue eyes I could drown in!” Her gaze grew misty and she expelled a breath that would have made a Victorian gentleman blush. “But I digress. He told me he’s here with his brothers, there are 5 of them. Five!”

“Do you think…?” She nodded.

“I think so! They’re staying up at the big Airbnb, you know the one we always wanted to stay in? He said they are here all summer.”

“Oh.” You reached for your coffee and she spread her hands in a confused gesture.

“Oh?? Is that all you have to say? What if he’s there? What if you fall madly in love this summer.” You snorted, spraying coffee up your nose and choking loudly. Elena passed you a napkin with a sigh, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed as she watched you clean up.

“That’s not going to happen,” you finally replied.

“No. It won’t if you keep being bullheaded about feelings.”

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t want them, you know, feelings. It’s that I would rather they happen with someone here who’s nearby and we can build on it over time.” She scoffed loudly.

“That can still happen but maybe you need a fling before you let yourself fall into a deep relationship. A bit of fun didn’t do anyone any harm.”

“Tell that to my grandparents,” you muttered as she swept past to stop the timer on the oven. Sipping the rest of your coffee you watched the high street start to come alive but your thoughts drifted to a pair of earnest hazel eyes. Remembering whispered words curling in the shell of your ear, the sensation of his hand in yours…stupid! It was all stupid. Even if he was there he wouldn’t remember you anyway.

—

“We are closed,” you shouted from your little break room. “Don’t open for another week!” Exiting the room you stopped short to see a man standing there leaning heavily on a cane. He was looking around your half done studio with a disgruntled look on his face. His dark coloured hair was dragged back to show the shaved sides of his head, small braids started at his temples only to be caught up in the rest of the style.

“What is it?” He asked. Immediately you clocked his accent, maybe the Vikings had descended just like you wished.

“It’s a photo studio. I have props and things arriving so people can either have normal portraits or holiday portraits. I also photoshop a choice of backgrounds onto the picture if they like.”

“Huh.” He pointed to the blank wall by the door where you’d put a sofa so people could sit while they waited. “What’s going up there?”

“Nothing. Look, can I help you with something?”

“What camera do you use?”

“Why? Want to see what I have so you can rob me?” You snapped, crossing your arms but all he did was smirk, his icy blue eyes lighting up as though enjoyed the challenge.

“I am a photographer myself. I have my own cameras, I don’t need to steal someone else’s. Call it professional curiosity.”

“Well you can take your professional curiosity and cast it somewhere else. I am closed and I am waiting for deliveries. So if you don’t mind…” striding over to the door you held it open and glared directly at him. You saw his teeth when his lips drew back, his tongue rolling as though he was keeping his barbed thoughts to himself before he started limping out the studio. You shut the door behind him and locked it. You took a moment to pause, watching as he limped across the road only to meet with someone you recognised. It wasn’t Hvitserk but it was the other guy from outside the cinema, Ubbe. Your heart rate kicked up a notch and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. If he was here…and he’d been referred to as brother…so that could mean the guy in here was also a brother…and you’d just kicked him, rather rudely, out of your studio.

“Oh. Shit.”

—

“What are you worried about?” Ashe called from your kitchen. Elena was in the bathroom and you were making your way from the bedroom to accept the glass of wine Ashe was pouring.

“I kicked his possible brother out of my studio. Accused him of trying to steal from me. What if he went back to Hvitserk and told him I was some rude goblin and not worth his time?”

“What if they’re not even here together or related?” Countered Ashe. Glaring at her over your glass she nodded. “You’re right. It’s too much of a coincidence they must be brothers. You’re screwed.”

“What am I going to do?” You groaned.

“You’re putting too much thought into this already,” Elena added as she entered the kitchen. “You’re already putting obstacles in your own way and finding faults when there is nothing to pick at. Yet.”

“Drink up. I want to go frolic on a beach in spring, when it’s freezing.” Ashe downed her glass and motioned for you both to do the same so she could fill them all up once again. “Bottoms up, bitches.”

You all stumbled out into the frigid air, giggling amongst yourselves as all came up with wild scenarios about tonight. Each one more outlandish than the other.

You could hear the gathering on the beach before you saw it, carefully climbing down the steep path you saw quite a few people you didn’t know all highlighted by the massive bonfire that had been expertly built. The flames shot up into the air, heat seemed to collect in the cove but you still huddled together. Music played and some people were dancing, instantly though Elena pointed out a tall figure from the crowd.

“Björn!” She waved eagerly causing you and Ashe to snigger but she ignored you both as the tall blonde approached.

“You made it,” he stated needlessly.

“These are my friends,” she introduced Ashe and then you, stating that you may have had a run in with one of his brothers recently. Heat prickled under the skin of your cheeks but you kept your expression neutral, thinking of all the things you were going to say to her later when he spoke.

“You’re the photographer?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered in surprise.

“Right. Ivar mentioned that. Wouldn’t tell us what you said to him though and he is still in a mood.”

“He barged his way into my studio so I told him to take his professional curiosity elsewhere.” Ashe nudged you not too subtly but you didn’t care, this wasn’t about Hvitserk and you were still pissed this, Ivar, spoke to you the way he did. Björn glowered at you for a second before his face broke into a wide smile, a booming laugh carried over the gathering and he clapped you forcefully on the shoulder.

“That’ll do it. Come on, I’ll show you where the food and drinks are.” There was a BBQ to the side and the guy you’d seen twice now, Ubbe was cooking. There were stacks of cool boxes all full of ice and cans or bottles that Björn told you to help yourselves.

“Are you going to ask about Hvitserk?” Elena whispered in your ear.

“They seem so friendly, just ask!” Ashe chimed in but you shook your head.

“If he’s here and he’s interested he’ll find me.”

“Well I am going off to catch myself a tall blonde man. Laters, losers.” Elena blew you both a sarcastic kiss and Ashe stuck her tongue out your friends retreating back.

“I’m getting food,” you grumbled.

“Get me a burger!” Taking a swig out of your bottle you walked back over to Ubbe who smiled warmly as you approached.

“The girl from the cinema.”

“That’s me!”

“You hungry?” He asked, flipping over some burgers making the coals hiss from the dripping juices.

“Two burgers please.”

“You eat as much as I do,” a voice said gleefully behind you. A voice you would recognise anywhere because it had been whispered in your ear for around two hours. Turning sharply you saw him highlighted by the fire, the cream coat standing out and a hysterical giggle bubbled up your throat.

“They’re not…I’m not going…I couldn’t possibly…” you heard Ubbe chortle beside you. Sucking in a breath you attempted to pull yourself together. “One is for Ashe,” you told him slightly more haughtily than you’d intended.

“Onions?” Ubbe asked, his eyes resting on his brother for a moment.

“On both, please.” This was utterly pathetic. You couldn’t concentrate, especially when Hvitserk moved round to stand next to Ubbe and was therefore in your line of sight.

“Here. Enjoy.”

—

Summer was never your favourite time of year and you hadn’t accounted for how hot your little studio would get. You spent the day worrying if you had sweat marks visible on your clothes, ducking into the little toilet you had and splashing your face when you could, trying not to be envious of all the beach loving people who came in. They swept into the booth dusting the floor with sand and filling it with the scent of suncream. They were all so loud and happy, sun tanned and gorgeous. You didn’t realise you could feel any more hot and frumpy than you already did, but these people made you feel hideous.

Still, you plastered on that smile, placated those babies and made the children smile just so you could give them a wonderful memory to take home.

Thankfully the tourists drifted off to get ready for dinner and you were able to sweep the sand out of your front door. The sun was still high but the breeze that came off the sea was refreshing. Seagulls cried above in the blue sky and you sighed deeply taking in the briny smell, thinking of going home and having a cool bath.

You tidied away the last of the props and gathered your laptop and camera so you could do some editing this evening. Just as you were locking the door your phone rang and a soft smile upturned your lips when you saw it was Hvitserk.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey, min smukke. Did you have a good day?”

“I did. I’m just locking up now and then I’m going to have a nice cool bath with a glass of wine.”

“Alone?” You didn’t miss the suggestive hint in his tone and your grin became wider.

“Well I don’t generally bathe with other people, Hvitserk.”

“Sounds like it’s a habit you need to get into.” Your heart raced at his words. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was that you didn’t think anyone would want to. Not with you anyway. You still believed he was hanging around until you opened your legs and then he was going to disappear. Maybe he had a thing for curvier girls, part of you wanted to find out but the logical half was telling you to tread carefully.

“And who exactly would want to start doing that with me? C’mon, Hvitserk.” You felt brave saying it out loud but you bit your lip as you waited for him to reply.

“So after your bath, what are your plans?” The disappointment was tangible but you lifted your chin and smiled tensely into it. You were used to it.

“I’ve got some editing to do and then I might watch a film or something. Pretty sure I’ve some developing to do in the dark room.” You watched your feet as you walked up the street. You were almost home and you couldn’t wait to get out of your converses and peel these gross socks from your skin.

“I think I might put a screwdriver in the works. Is that what you say?” Sniggering lightly, your hand began to dig in your bag for the keys.

“It’s a spanner. Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m outside your house.” Your head snapped up in shock at the sound of him being so close. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his hand raising in a wave as he lifted the phone away from his ear. “Surprise.”

“I didn’t think I was seeing you today?” You tried to keep the accusative tone from your voice but it still came across sharper than you’d intended.

“My brothers wanted to go have dinner and I wanted to see you.”

—

The first thing you registered was everything hurt. Your entire body ached, the seatbelt cut deeply into your chest, your head hanging awkwardly. Gently you opened your eyes but it was darker than you expected it to be. For a moment you couldn’t make sense of what you were seeing.

The windscreen was gone, replaced by the ground. This close you could see the sticks and stones, dry leaves all showered in fine, glittery chunks of glass. You groaned, your chest was aching something terrible and you tried to get more comfortable in the seat. Metal ticked as the vehicle settled, a slight hissing sound came from the engine bay and you gasped loudly as the memories rushed back to you. Your breath escalated, pushing through the sharp pain that wrapped around your heart and you looked across to see Hvitserk hanging just as you were.

“Hvitserk!” You croaked. Your arm moved, reaching over to touch him but the effort was almost too much when the pain in your chest flared. “Hvitserk! Wake up!” You could see blood and dirt on his face, his eyes were closed and you began to fear the worst. You made yourself reach again, touching his shoulder only for him to jerk awake.

“Gaaaah!” He shouted, eyes unfocused for a moment before he managed to come back to himself.

“Gods…” he moaned, taking stock of the state of his body. “Elskede?”

“I’m ok,” you breathed, not wanting to tell him how much you hurt. “You ok? Hvitserk?”

“Yeah…” his voice was strained but you put it down to the fact you’d been in an accident. “We need to get out,” he gasped. His arms reached to touch the indented roof of the vehicle as though reassuring himself this was real and not a nightmare.

“I can’t move, my legs,” in fact a numbness was spreading through your body and a weight was resting on your lungs. You coughed, hoping to clear it but it felt like it got worse. “I am….strugg…”

“Elskede? Talk to me!” Tapping your chest weakly you glanced over at him. It was becoming harder and harder to keep the darkness from clouding your vision. “I’m coming!” You wanted to tell him no, what if he injured himself more but the words wouldn’t form. The car chassis creaked as he managed to undo his belt, falling to the floor or the roof…

Glass tinkled as he moved closer to you, his hands wet as he held your limp head up making you look into those gorgeous nature coloured eyes.

“Stay with me min kære.”

“Hvitserk,” you whispered.

“Help! Help us!” You didn’t have the energy to cringe from the loudness of his desperate yell. “Stay with me,” he breathed over your face.

“I l-love you, Hvitserk.”

“No. You don't get to do that! No tears, no tears,” he whispered urgently.

“Kiss me.” His lips were quivering when they touched your own, his hands constantly sweeping your hair back, stroking your skin and trying to keep you with him.

“I love you,” he whispered through the tears as they leaked from his warm eyes. “I can’t live without you.” Smiling slightly, you silently asked for another kiss and he complied.

The delicate, loving touch of his lips was one of the last things you felt. The gentle flex of his fingers against the side of your face, the warmth of his breath; you tucked it all away into the depths of your mind wondering if this is what heaven felt like.

—

We are so pleased to see you’re awake…no strenuous activity…any chest pain needs to be checked immediately…nausea, shortness of breath blah blah blah.

The doctor’s words bounced uselessly around the room while you sat up in your bed. One hand was in the tight grip of Elena while Ashe stood near the end of your hospital bed, both women with concentrated frowns on their faces as they listened to the doctor drone on and on.

Letting out a sigh you let them know you were bored. Enough already with the medical jargon. Sure, you'll tire easily and watch out for anything unusual. You just wanted to get out of here so Hvitserk could look after you back home.

“Shouldn’t Hvitserk be listening to all this?” You suddenly asked. The doctor seemed to choke on her words, her mouth opening and closing uselessly for a second before she looked at Elena. You glanced up at Ashe but she wouldn’t meet your questioning gaze. “Well?” Now you turned to Elena who was staring at your hand that she held on top of your starchy white hospital sheets. Your heart quickened slightly and you licked your lips hating how dry your mouth had become. “Is someone going to answer me?” You demanded. “Where is he?” The doctor said your name, her hands suddenly busy in and out of her pockets as she fidgeted uncomfortably.

“What do you remember from the accident?”

“The truck…” these weren’t things you wanted to think about but the twisting noise of metal was always screeching at the back of your mind. Your nostrils were scarred with the scent of hot rubber and spilled fuel, the tang of it all rolled around the back of your mouth. “We crashed, the ground was in the car. I could see it almost touching distance.” You turned, remembering Hvitserk perfectly. How he hung limply against his seatbelt, his hair dirty and matted… “He had blood coming from here.” Touching your head you frowned. “But he woke up, he freed himself and came towards me, he…” your lips tingled. Absently you touched them with your free hand, fondly remembering the way that even in the middle of devastation he made it feel like everything was ok. “He kissed me,” you whispered with an amused exhale. “Then I don’t remember anything.”

To your surprise Elena let out a gasping sob beside you, her eyes red rimmed and wet, a shaking hand wiping her face as she tried to hide it all from you. Glancing up at Ashe you saw she was smiling a little but it was sad, almost a look of pity mixed with the unshed tears that shone in her eyes.

“Where—is Hvitserk?” You had to clear your throat, to push down the emotion that threatened to steal all logical thought from you. These weren’t the reactions of people who had good news. The doctor coughed lightly, drawing herself upright as she addressed you formally.

“We did everything we could…” No! This is what doctors said right before they shattered lives. Your heart had already been broken once. Why was she insistent on breaking it again with lies? You could feel all their eyes on you as you plucked at the sheet covering your legs, the cannula sat in your hand and you marvelled at the way the clear tape wrinkled flush with your skin.

“Did he put you up to this?”

“Oh god!” Gasped Elena, her hand squeezing you impossibly tighter.

“This is a joke? He loves a prank…” but even your words were empty, holding no certainty as you dared to look up once more. “Please tell me this is a joke?” You pleaded.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” The doctor said sadly but firmly. Loss. I’m sorry for your loss. Except, you hadn’t had a loss? Insisted you were saved first…collapsed…second ambulance…he collapsed…

“Stop…” you whispered but she continued. Brain haemorrhage...pronounced dead…dead… Her words almost screamed at you, jumbling into one big mess that you couldn’t make out until you screeched. Everyone jumped and a hush descended on the group.

“Get out,” you sighed.

“I’m not leaving,” Elena replied thickly but you were tired of looking at her sad face. Her tears made this real, her emotions made him gone.

“Get. Out.” You said louder, feeling the pound of your heart in your chest.

“No—,” nonononononono! It echoed from the depths of your soul. Reverberating around the room in an unseen cloud as the rage built in your mind.

“GET OUT!” You screamed. The words ripped at your throat, clawing their way into existence and the monitor beside your bed began to beep alarmingly.

“You must calm down!” The doctor insisted but you screamed again.

“Get out, get out! All of you! Get out!” Elena got up so quickly she nearly tripped over her own feet, Ashe grabbing her before glaring at you as she led her out of the room.

“You must relax, take some deep breaths,” the doctor spoke quietly, her eyes on the monitor as you threw your head back against your pillow. Grinding your teeth in anger, hurt and frustration you wished she would fuck off too, but her hand was clutching your wrist. Lips moving silently as she counted and slowly the beeping on the machine subsided. “Good.” She patted your arm but you couldn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare blankly at the window where you could see the corner of the building, more windows just like yours and some clouds. “I can have a grief counsellor come and visit you.”

“No.”

“Alright. I will come back to check on you in a couple of hours but ring the bell if you need something. Shall I tell your friends to come back in?”

“No.” You sounded like a sullen, broken record and you didn’t care. You barely noticed her leave as you replayed that last moment with Hvitserk over and over. The softness of his lips against yours, the way they quivered with worry, with love. With death. He had been dying before your eyes and you couldn’t see it, you couldn’t stay awake long enough to notice. You had selfishly passed out, leaving Hvitserk alone in his final moments.

Your sobs were loud, choking and fully as they filled your chest. Shoving up and out of your body as you keened with heartfelt grief. You didn’t want to be here without him, he couldn’t be gone. Logically you knew it was true but still a part of you refused to acknowledge it all. Even with a prank such as this, Hvitserk wouldn’t have been able to let you cry for long, if at all. Lifting a hand to your face you felt your wet tears, wishing his thumbs were wiping them away instead of your fingers.

The pain in your chest was fierce, burning with an intensity you hadn’t experienced before but it was intoxicating at the same time. As you breathed through it you realised you were alive, this meant you were still here and it was all meaningless without the love of your life.

—

The days blurred, falling into a constant rhythm of you napping and not wanting to be awake. When your body refused to let you sleep you were tortured with the fading sounds of the accident. Eventually your lips stopped tingling and you noticed as the finer details of Hvitserk began to disappear.

Desperately you tried to hold on but those memories you needed to keep were like fluid water. Flowing between the fine gaps in your fingers, dripping away into the void that you couldn’t enter.

It felt like he was leaving you all over again, this time even more painful as you watched him drift. Your tears pooled on the fabric of your pillow as you stared out of the window, ignoring life as it passed you by minute after minute.

You’d always assumed death this tragic was like it was in the movies. That you’d get to say your heartfelt and tearful goodbye, to say what you’d always wanted to speak before he slipped away beyond the veil. But this wasn’t a movie. It was your life.

He was gone and it was for good. You’d never get to feel his lips on yours, or run your fingers through his hair. You wouldn’t be able to wake up next to him, to hear his laugh or be subjected to his teasing. Never again would you taste his cooking or steal his beer, because Hvitserk was gone.

How was it fair? You’d finally found something you never thought possible, to experience love that people would cross the globe for only to have it ripped from your clutches. How was it fair?

Elena and Ashe had stopped coming to visit. You couldn’t blame them, you refused to speak or even acknowledge they were there. The doctor came in when she could but even she didn’t stay long, offering you counselling at least three times a day. A question you ignored until the doctor gave up asking and sent one in anyway.

You felt whip sharp anger that you were expected to talk about him on demand. So you kept your mouth shut, letting your eyes go glassy and vacant whenever they entered the room. Let them ask their questions, let them spout nonsense, it all fell on your deaf ears anyway.

Soon you were cleared for release on the condition you continued your counselling sessions. Sure, sitting in silence for an hour a few times a week, away from everyone sounded blissful.

Ubbe was the one to collect you from the hospital, he tentatively entered your room with a plastic bag in his hand. He greeted you quietly, giving you a tickly kiss on the cheek before looking round your room.

“Bet you’re glad to see the back of this room.” You nodded because he expected you to agree. In truth, if you left it meant you had to deal with everything.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Oh….” He looked at it, his expression telling you he’d forgotten he was even holding it. “It’s yours and….your items from the crash.”

“I’ve been asking for my phone,” you grumbled. The plastic was loud in the quiet room but the first thing you saw was Hvitserk’s arm ring. Why was it in here? He was never without this! Your hand slipped into the bag, slowly dragging the bronze item out. Feeling its weight in your palm before admiring the ravens on the ends.

—

Breathe.

Your hands looked so small in your lap sitting atop the blackness of your skirt. Your tights were chafing slightly, the shimmery material making a bristling noise when you rubbed your legs together.

Keep doing that, you’ll sound like a cricket.

A snort forced its way out of your chest and a hand snaked towards yours. Looking up you saw the concerned gaze of Ubbe, his blue eyes red rimmed and you remembered what was happening. You had a special place in the limo with the Lothbroks, squished between Ubbe and Ivar with Ragnar, Aslaug, Sigurd and Björn on the other seats. The atmosphere was somber…

Well it would be. It’s a funeral. I would prefer some colour though, maybe some blue face paint?

It was a struggle not to roll your eyes. You didn’t want to alert anyone to the fact you could still hear Hvitserk. You didn’t care what anyone thought, you didn’t want them to take him away.

I’m not going anywhere.

The limo glided to a stop and Ragnar helped Aslaug out first. Björn was next with Sigurd straight after. Ubbe got out, his hand reaching for yours and you managed a rather graceful exit of the vehicle. Automatically you looked around to gloat to Hvitserk but he wasn’t here. Ragnar and Ubbe helped Ivar, you stepped to the side nervously smoothing down the back of your skirt. Looking up you squinted against the glare of the sun, peering at the crematorium and thinking what a morbid place this was.

It’s meant to be. It’s a crematorium. In England.

You opened your mouth to retaliate when you felt a touch on your shoulder. Turning quickly you thought you were going to see Hvitserk but instead it was Elena and Ashe.

“Hey, doll.” Elena whispered huskily, her makeup already smudged from crying on the way here. Ashe gave you a tight hug before turning her attention to Ivar who brooded next to the black limo.

“Did he say anything?” She asked quietly and you shook your head knowing that Hvitserk’s…absence had hit Ivar quite hard.

“You can go to him. I’m ok.”

“Are you sure?” You nodded and nudged her in Ivar’s direction.

“Go on, before his mother descends.” Elena linked arms with you, her whole body quivering as she sniffed weakly. More mourners were arriving, the brothers were greeting everyone while Ragnar seemed to be holding Aslaug upright. Eventually Björn wandered over to the pair of you, Elena leaving your side to be greeted by her partner.

You tried not to watch them, ignoring the heavy weight inside your chest that manifested suddenly. Looking to your side you imagined Hvitserk coming up behind you. Time slowed and you swore you could hear him step up beside you. Shutting your eyes to block out everything around you and lifting your hand to rest on your shoulder.

I told you…I’m not going anywhere.

The sound of your name shattered the moment and time sped up to catch itself. Ubbe was standing before you with his arm out and ready for you to take.

“Everyone is here.” At his words your gaze darted to see the hurst that had arrived. Inside was an ornate wooden box and flowers of all shades lined the top and sides. His name was spelled out with white and green flowers, that was the first thing to exit the hurst.

“No…” this made it real. Your heart pumped wildly, your breath stopped by the heavy weight that threatened to drag you down. Your legs became like jelly, Ubbe catching you just in time. “Hvitserk!” His name was barely a whisper but the word filled your mouth, your mind, your heart until he was tattooed all over you. Ubbe was whispering in your ear, his voice rich and calming but you couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

The coffin was dragged out into the sunshine, what a fine joke. Such nice weather for such an awful day.

Would you rather it rained?

“But you love the rain.”

Fair point.

He wasn’t really in there. Poor Björn and Floki had to bend so Sigurd, Ragnar, Ubbe and Halfdan could help carry the empty coffin. Because it was. Empty. Right?

Elena was back at your side, you didn’t even realise she’d replaced Ubbe, steering you in after the coffin procession. Ashe was concentrating on Ivar, making sure he was comfortable before sitting next to him.

Sniffles and coughs echoed off the painted stone walls from the congregation. The pitiful sounds of sadness registered with you but only vaguely.

It felt like you’d been put inside a clear plastic ball, everything was distorted, voices sounding like they were coming from underwater and even your vision was unfocused. You watched as Aslaug put up a picture of Hvitserk smiling, propping it on top of the coffin with his banjo. Ragnar and his sons all left something on the coffin so they would be set alight with the coffin and Hvitserk could take the items with him. What a joke. He wasn’t even in there!

You subconsciously began to play with the arm ring on your wrist, tracing the pattern to the raven heads. Maybe that should go on the coffin? It was his after all.

No. Keep it. Keep a piece of me with you.

Tears welled in your eyes. This was real, suffocatingly real. You gasped so loudly everyone close to you turned to stare. Ubbe was half out of his seat but Elena was pulling you to the exit. Tears stung your eyes, which made you cry more, how ridiculous.

Outside, there you can let go.

You pushed the glass door and spilled out into the sunshine. Your breaths were short and fast, you couldn’t get enough air past the pressing weight on your chest. Your outfit was restricting you, the fabric prickling your skin as heat raced through your body. You came to a stop a little way down the path, leaning on a wooden post and your tear filled gaze was drawn to all the flowers displayed on the floor. His name was in the middle proudly presented with all the flowers that people had bought because they thought it helped. What good were flowers really? Ashe would tell you about each flower and what they meant, their cost and what colours compliment each other…but really. What good were flowers? Elena went with you, her hand continuously touching your arm or your shoulder. She began to read the cards that people had pointlessly put with the flowers, names and people you’d never met. People who didn’t know you exist, let alone your love for Hvitserk.

“These are beautiful,” Elena gushed softly.

“He’d have hated it.”

I prefer wild flowers.

“He preferred wild flowers, not these cultivated, farmed for their perfection, plastic looking…” your words choked off, strangled by a fresh wave of tears.

Say it like it is.

“I can’t stay.” Elena called your name but you ignored her. Finally feeling life in your limbs as you walked away. The further you got the easier it was to breathe, the less your tears fell and the less foggy everything felt. You left the crematorium not caring where you were going, you just knew the greater the distance the better you felt.

[sinisterlyhan]

06. hwang hyunjin /  9259 words

badboy!hyunjin (kind of), virgin female reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, corruption kink, overstimulation, fingering, a little fluff

tw: overstimulation, faint yandere themes 

a/n: hello, josie! i might have dragged this out a little but i hope you like it, nonetheless 🙇🏻‍♀️💞

req: 

a bolt of lightning cracked through the night, rainy sky. the sound that erupted along with it was heinously loud, echoing through every corner of the city, and thus, startling you.

hyunjin furrowed his brows when you winced, your hands going up to your head so you could cover your ears upon nature's piercing attack against them.

"here, you can wear this."

clutched between hyunjin's fingers was an oversized hoodie, one you humbly asked for when the weather was beginning to get chilly further into the night, and you were unfortunately stuck with a simple t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts because you had not anticipated a thunderstorm tonight.

even with the heavy rain outside, you never planned on staying the night at your best friend's apartment. it wasn't unbearable in any way, you could still get on the bus and walk home by yourself. or, if push comes to shove, you would simply grab a cab and have it drive directly to your apartment building.

it genuinely wasn't anything to feel overwhelming concern about.

but hyunjin was not having any of your excuses when you told him you could still make your way home. the rain was pouring too heavily outside, he'd be damned if he ever let you go outside alone, even if it was to head back home.

it took him a whole lot of persuasion to get you to stay behind. it had started with short, playful threats, something along the lines of "hey, if you leave this house i'll chain you to the bed so you can't leave!" words that you didn't take too strongly to heart because he had been laughing when he said it.

however, when you began to insist against his wish, hyunjin suddenly opted for a much softer approach. he reasoned with you about it, telling you how dangerous it could be to head outside at this time of day and under such horrible weather.

you were already caving in half-way down his argument. his voice was toned down to a hush when he spoke to you, and you could never resist it when hyunjin puts down his stoic and aggressive facade in exchange for softness, all just so he could talk to you more calmly and carefully.

plus, he was looking out for your safety. it was indeed unsafe to head outside with the sky crying waterfalls down your head. the roads were slippery, the night was dark and cold, and the empty streets could be haunting.

hyunjin has a point when he wanted you to stay at his apartment for the night. but, despite all that, despite the logic and the consideration, what really got your heart tugging its strings was when he cooed at you to listen to him.

"come on, (name), be a good girl and listen to me, hmm?"

"thank you so much," you said meekly after putting your phone down on the table, trying to shake off the recollection of his low voice addressing you in such a seductive way.

he probably didn't intend for it to come off that way. hyunjin has always been a handful with his teases and laid-back affection. calling you names like that—this wasn't the first time, and unfortunately, he gets you every single time he shoots you a little "good girl," or a small "baby."

it was just what hyunjin does, he probably didn't mean anything by it. it was your mind that went south, being wishful and delusional that he might have said those words out of genuine affection.

"what did your parents say?" he asked after you received his hoodie. he slumped down on the couch next to you, his knee brushing against your bare one when he got into a more comfortable position.

"my dad offered to come and fetch me, but i told him it's fine since i don't want him to drive under this weather," you said, laughing a little as you spread open the hoodie and reached down to the hem. "they can be a little too worried sometimes, but i understand. especially since it's my first time staying over at a boy's home."

"what's so scary about that?" he commented nonchalantly, "it's not like i haven't stayed over at your home before."

you frowned at him, slightly annoyed by his tendency to refute everything your parents has to say about him or your friendship with him. even though you were two legs down on the same boat as him whenever your parents mentioned how much they didn't want you being friends with somebody like hyunjin.

they knew nothing about him, surely. but the piercings-decorated ears, the dyed long hair, the tattooed arms, and the bruises all over his skin were such dead giveaways of his character. not to mention they caught him sleeping in your room multiple times after he snuck in through the balcony window.

"they just don't want me to do anything stupid," you muttered.

"and what stupid thing can you do when you are trapped here alone with me?" he pressed on, eyeing you sharply. his voice was almost caught in a mocking tone as if he was making fun of you for not straightforwardly saying the word 'sex.'

but to be truthful, hyunjin was mostly disappointed that you would refer to that as something stupid. it was as if you could never see yourself laying in bed with him, at least not in intimate quarters.

"hmm, (name)? is it the same kind of stupid thing we could have done when i was hiding under your blanket the other night when your parents came to check your room?"

"hey, hey, what are you talking about," you nervously laughed as you stood up. lightly kicking his leg, you gave him a short frown. "don't make fun of me."

he didn't reply. he only watched as you busied yourself with wearing his hoodie. you pulled the hem to the side, giving yourself space as you raised your arms to lift the clothing above your head. his eyes traveled from the hoodie to your body, and for a split second, he could see the outline of your breasts through the tight shirt you wore.

shit, you took off your bra after showering and just never put it back on.

the sight was gone as quickly as it came. you pulled his hoodie over your head and down your torso, the end of it falling gracefully past your shorts to expose only the soft skin of your thighs.

"oh, okay, there we go," you hummed in satisfaction, pulling at the hoodie and fixing the cuffs. then you looked at hyunjin, smiling. "this feels really comfortable!"

he hummed with amusement, leaning his head to the side where his elbow was propped up on the armrest to focus on the television. and when you heard his laugh, you could only roll your eyes and gently kick him in the shin, assuming that he was making fun of your appearance.

but the laughter he had hung on his mouth was truly nothing more than an innocent facade used to hide the deep, seething lust masked beneath his bright brown eyes.

starting from something as trivial as the fresh rosy scent you smelt of after taking a shower, and the way his socks engulfed your small ankles, to something as knees-tightening as the sight of your nipples poking through your thin shirt and the shower water that once trickled past your delicate skin.

and now his hoodie, covering your small figure. your small, throwaway, fuckable body.

he has never had to control himself this much before. surely, he has had his fair share of dirty fantasies before, but he would only allow those vile thoughts when he was alone and able to take care of it by himself.

all those filthy things he wanted to do to you; the way he could make you scream, the way you would taste on his tongue, the way you would feel around his much bigger self—he threw them all away, unlike the way he would usually deal with them, which was to simply get his way.

"ah!" you flinched again, a yelp leaving your lips when another bolt of lightning zapped through the air.

hyunjin looked over at you, his brow raising at your curled up body. you had pulled your legs up to your chest in an attempt to appear smaller and tighter, to hug yourself to your body as if that would stop the sky from exploding.

it was adorable, the way your eyes squinted and your hands curled into tiny fists to hide under his sleeve. but what he cared about the most was how you had chosen to fall to his side, your head hitting his arm and your body snuggling up next to his unpredictably.

"they're just lightning, dumbass," he commented, yet still reaching an arm over your body to pull you close. “nothing scary about it. it’s not like they can reach indoors.”

"yeah, but they're really loud," you retorted, looking up at him with wide eyes and casually brushing your legs against his. "i got surprised!"

hyunjin sighed after he glanced down at you. your sparkly eyes looking at him in an almost taunting manner, telling him you have no idea what you were doing to him, with the exposed collarbones and the bare legs and the fresh smell coming from your body.

you were clueless. it was your blatant innocence that pushed all his dirty desires to the back of his head. and he has willed himself not to make any move on you because he wanted to preserve that purity within your heart and your core. at least until it was prime time for him to break you down, that was.

(and oh, how he would completely ruin you from inside out when he gets the permission to do so.)

"how can you get surprised even after it happened twice in a row," he rolled his eyes, then he laughed, pulling you into a playful headlock, "admit it, you just wanna get close to me, don't you?”

with that said, you immediately pulled yourself away. albeit, it did take you a hesitant moment to be able to slip out of hyunjin’s chokehold (hilariously, he was the one unwilling to let you go), but you managed by ducking your head and quickly pulling yourself away. when you were finally free of his grasp, he could see that your face had started to heat up from his words, a faint blush adorning your cheeks.

hyunjin widened his eyes. there was only amusement on his face, not one inch of his mind was taking you seriously when you looked so uptight yet tiny in the process of trying to pull yourself together.

“woah–what, i can’t be surprised by thunder anymore?” you defended, pulling your face at him to try to get the attention off your flusteredness. “you–you try going about one a normal day and being interrupted by that loud, freaking thing in the sky–yah!”

as if the sky could hear your intolerant insult, it countered back with a round of humongous thunderclaps, the flashing of the lighting so bright that it was as if someone took a picture of the living room with flash on.

you let out a high-pitched squeal at the sight, your eyes widening, and immediately your first instinct was to fall forward onto hyunjin to hide away from the intruding weather.

hyunjin was ready to catch you. for a second, he was still able to breathe out a laugh at your reaction. but when you have finally dropped on top of him, your body leaning against his chest and your small hand gripping his inner thighs, the space close to where his hardened cock was, he found his heart stuttering.

to make the matter worse, when your clumsy-self decided to sit up upon hearing the gasp that he has let out, your eyes afraid as you thought you had injured him, you only fell forward with an airy trip, your hand scooting over to palm his cock directly.

"shit–" he moaned when your bodyweight forced the pressure down on him, his eyes glowing a shade of lust as he glared at your red cheeks and widened eyes.

"oh–oh, no! i'm sorry, i didn't mean–woah!"

you opened your shut-tight eyes only after you felt your back hit the surface of the couch. you couldn't move your legs nor your body, having been trapped under hyunjin's weight after he tackled you down with your hands pinned to the side of your head.

his mind blanked out there, he wasn't sure where he got this sudden courage from.

it wasn't the courage to pin you on a surface. oh no. he has been doing that in his head many times now, he would have no problem enacting it in real life. not to mention the way you were always rendered speechless with dazed eyes and drool dripping down your chin in his head. he would be stupid to pass up an opportunity to make you all messy like that.

it was the courage to break through his self-control, to finally let your endearing innocence go and finally give himself the chance to see if you were capable of being fucked until you couldn't think about anything else, of being ruined beyond repair.

it was all he could think about when he caught your eyes.

"are you sure you didn't mean to do that?" he asked in a hiss, his breathing heavy and loud. "you know, you've been teasing me the whole night, (name). i'm starting to think you might actually be a fucking whore."

the soft fringes of his hair tickled your skin, but nothing could have diverted your attention from the proximity between the both of you. his face was so close, so heart-flutteringly close yet so painstakingly far that you still weren't kissing him yet.

"why are you not saying anything, hmm?" he muttered near your ear. "don't tell me you're actually this clueless about sex, are you?"

the tip of his nose ghosting down the side of your neck until he found a spot he could leave a mark on.

it was a hesitant kiss. he waited for you to try and push him away, and he had planned to resist your protest to see if you would have a change of heart and allow him the privilege to finally feel you up. but you didn't, you simply laid there, heavy breaths leaving your mouth and knees pressing together as he sucked a harsh bruise on your skin.

hyunjin smirked upon your lack of protest, his heart simmering with joy as he relentlessly attacked your neck with kisses and sucks until he left you with a short pool of hickeys.

you whimpered at the feeling; slightly painful, but also very new and intriguing at the same time. besides, you knew that hyunjin was sucking marks onto your neck, and oh—how alluring was that? being claimed as his, having the presence of his teeth on your body.

you loved it and so did he.

"you still haven't answered my question, baby doll," he said after pulling away, his eyes briefly admiring the purples on one side of your neck before returning to you.

he raised a brow at your flushed cheeks, his grip around your wrist tightening unconsciously as he imagined the way you would look with this hazy expression and your naked body—sweating, blissful, and completely fucked out of your head.

"wh–what question...?" you asked, your voice small and timid before his enticingly lustful eyes.

hyunjin chuckled. he had a feeling that he might be frightening you with this new side of him, and the ego boost it gave him was immaculate. god, you're so small, so timid, so easy to control—it was exactly the way he wanted it.

"are you this clueless about sex?” he mumbled, letting go of your wrist slowly by sliding his hand down along your arm, going further and further down until his fingers were dancing around your exposed thighs. "or are you just faking it?"

"i–" you cut off with a gasp, your knees immediately pinching together as your body flinched at the sudden brush of his fingers against your clothed core.

hyunjin raised a brow. he moved his index finger, adding more pressure to the middle of your pussy while his thumb blindly found your clit. you sucked in loudly, your eyes casting away from his face as your back arched off the couch at the new feeling.

"huh... you really aren't faking it," he purred under his breath, rubbing circles against your clothed clit to bring out a hefty response from you. "well, it's not like i doubted you or anything. you couldn't even curse properly, let alone being fucked raw."

his hand left your core then, eager and impatient. moving up to the waist of your shirt, he fumbled around with the button and the zipper, his eyes focusing on the way your face scrunched up without a word of denial. you simply laid there, letting him do whatever he wanted, dots of doubt clouding your eyes.

his hand slipped under your denim shorts, his hand rubbing across the surface soothingly first before his finger tugged at the hem of your panties. and he attempted to pull them off your hips finally, wanting nothing more than to leave your lower-half naked for him.

you let out a short yelp of surprise when you sensed that you would have nothing but the hoodie to cover yourself up after he gets rid of them. the thought of that made you shudder. you couldn't even muster up the courage to look at yourself in the mirror, let alone letting hyunjin (of all people) see you, touch you, play you.

noticing your agitation, he furrowed his brows and, for a moment, seemingly wanted to stop what he was doing. perhaps he was taking it too far, perhaps you only didn't protest against it because you wanted to please him, to take care of his feelings because that's what you always do.

you were always so damn nice to him. sometimes he feels like all he does is take you for granted.

"i–actually–sorry, shit," he cursed, his hand leaving your opened shorts as he released your wrist. "i'm sorry, god–fuck, what am i doing?"

"hyunjin," you whispered out, surprised at the sudden change of mood.

sitting up, your eyes chased after his aggressive expression and you frowned. he was blaming himself for something, perhaps for what he had apologized for. "hyunjin, are you okay?"

"yeah, i am. just..." he huffed out in annoyance, not looking at you. "i'm sorry, i should have asked first before i did all that. i don't even know if you are comfortable with something like that, shit."

"oh! no, no, i'm actually–well, yes, it would have definitely been nice if you had asked first, hyunjin. that i do agree with." you nodded to yourself with all seriousness, then you burst out of it and turned to him, your eyes bright. "but it's okay! i–uh, i..."

your hands fumbled about in the air, your face scrunched up with shy embarrassment. you weren't sure how you should go about saying you wanted to try it out, whatever hyunjin was just doing to you, you had wanted him to continue.

"i'm just shy, and i have never tried this before, that's why i might look like i don't like it but i–i promise i do!" you said, waving your hands and laughing awkwardly. "besides, if i am to do this with anybody, i think i'll be the most comfortable doing it with you, hyunjin."

his eyes widened. that was not the kind of response he was expecting to get. it was great to know that you felt comfortable enough with him to go this far with the intimacy, but he hadn't expected you to confess to him this way. and right now, looking at you, all he could think about was kissing you, hard on the mouth.

you squealed when he reached out for your face, his fingers gripping your cheeks tightly as he pulled you toward him. his lips brushed firmly against yours, finally, molding perfectly with the shape of your mouth as he kissed you with an infinite amount of desperation.

he was pushing you down again, his body pressing close to yours this time while he concentrated on the feeling of your lips. he was moving quickly, at a pace you couldn't catch up on, therefore making the kiss sloppy and ugly. but neither of you cared. you two have had your affections for each other concealed for too long to break out of this kiss.

opening his mouth, hyunjin harshly bit on your bottom lip, pulling at it to gain a small moan out of you. his hand roamed down from your face to your legs, his hand raking up your thighs to your shorts, and he finally finished with getting it off of you and throwing it to the ground.

"tell me when you want me to stop, okay?" he pulled away from a moment to speak, his eyes staring into yours quietly while his fingers moved near your naked core. "because i don't plan to stop from here on, i won't be able to."

you looked up at him, your heart beating loudly. the air brushed against the lips of your pussy, a cold sensation awaiting for several digits of warmth that would be welcomed between your tight walls as soon as you give the cue. and you felt weirdly excited; scared and excited, with a perfectly weird mixture of arousal dripping along your heart.

"okay, i will," you told him, and he smiled.

"good girl," he praised, rubbing the side of your head. "this is going to feel great, i promise.”

and he was right. it did feel great. it felt new, weird; you have never had anything shoved into your pussy before, not even your own fingers. your first reaction was to clench your legs shut, your knees wanting to desperately close together upon the feeling of hyunjin’s index finger slipping between your lips. but he had stopped you just in time, a hand holding onto your knee and pushing your legs apart for more access.

your walls were clenching down on him hard as well. the unfamiliar feeling has got your entire body going on defense mode, and hyunjin wasn’t sure if he found it hilarious or arousing. he has not met anyone like you in a long while, most people he encountered before were experienced and polished. this was probably his first time having to hold someone’s hand and walk the process through with.

not that he was against the idea of that, though. you might think being inexperienced would be one of your shortcomings, but the superiority your shyness was giving hyunjin was everything he could ask for from the gods above. and for once, he felt like he could take care of you instead of having it be the other way around.

“it’s okay, doll, just concentrate on my hand,” he whispered against your ear, his finger sliding in and out slowly to give you time to adjust to the sensation, to wait for the feeling to consume you when your walls could finally register the friction. “i got you, doll. i’ll make you feel real nice, okay?”

your voice became more and more confident as they turned from letting out short, whimsical breathes to giving him cute, lovely whimpers. the quicker his fingers pumped, the more you could feel your abdomen tightening with a hurried sensation, something akin to the feeling of needing to release.

“jin–hyunjin–“ you moaned out, your face flushed pink and your small hands tightening around his shoulders. “i–ahh!“

you huffed out a breath, your toes curling when he didn’t slow down. instead, he added his fourth finger, slipping it into your cunt quickly and seamlessly before he started to fuck both fingers into your heat, going in and out at a satisfactory pace that made your inexperienced mind see stars. he smirked at your reaction, the lack of words an indirect approval to what he was doing.

“there we go, baby doll,” he said, your slickness rubbing along his skin and lubing his fingers up perfectly. the squelching sound became louder and louder as he stretched you out by moving his fingers in a scissoring motion, occasionally curling them to hit the top for more pressure. “it feels good, doesn’t it? hmm? don’t be shy, tell me how it feels.”

“ye–yes, hyunjin!” you nodded, your eyes darting everywhere on the ceiling. the weird sensation in your tummy was magnifying with each thrust, you could feel the explosion approaching and you didn’t know how to prepare for it. you could only focus on his hands; in, out, in, out. quicker, stronger, thrusting into your hole as if it was the most entertaining thing to do.

“it feels good, it feels–hyunjin i–my tummy–“

you kept trying to hold it in. whatever it was that would spill out of you, you had no idea if he would like that, and you’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t something normal. hyunjin, upon hearing your incoherent words, furrowed his brows slightly and slowed down his pace, unsure if you were trying to get him to stop.

“what is it, baby?” he asked carefully, kissing your cheek and not letting his lips leave your face.

“oh, it’s gone, it’s–there was this weird feeling,” you mumbled to him. “i felt like… like i wanted to pee, or something.”

ah. the light flooded into his eyes, understanding what you meant and immediately feeling the itch of his cock and the twitch of his fingers. that was what got you all messed up—an orgasm. god, how fucking despicable! you couldn’t even properly understand the concept of it, you naive little doll. how would you be like when he let you have one, hmm?

your first orgasm, given by none other than himself. fuck, just thinking about it made him so excited!

he finally let out a chuckle after moments of self-contemplation. he kissed your cheek, your cute chubby cheek. then his hand got to moving, really moving; his fingers were pounding into you, hitting your insides in a hurried pace because he wanted so desperately to get you back to where you were.

it did not take you long. the surprise overwhelmed you quickly and he has you moaning in no time. the tension in your tummy built itself right back up upon the incredible pace, your eyes flashing brightly as the whiteness consumed your mind. hyunjin focused on your face, his eyes sharp as a hawk as he observed all parts of your precious face.

your eyes shut, your lips quirked down, your brows arched up as bliss took over your body—you looked so pretty, it was unreal. the fact that he was causing it felt even more unbelievable.

a final moan brought your release then, your walls clenching down on his fingers as your essence spilled along your walls, coving his fingers up. you have never felt this wet before. how peculiar, you could feel the essence in your pussy, feeling it coat hyunjin’s finger with bubbles of whiteness.

hyunjin smiled to himself, contentment sprouting within his chest when you slumped onto the surface of the couch after your first orgasm, already looking dizzy and tired.

how adorable. he was barely done with you.

wait until he put his cock in you and you’d be done for.

“good job, baby doll,” he praised, kissing your eyes and your mouth before sitting up.

his fingers slipped out of your pussy, letting your cool down for a moment before he held it up to his face. he smirked at the glistening arousal, all sticky and bubbled up like white glue. he couldn’t stop looking at his fingers and the cum adorning the digits; how pretty, it all came from you, it all came from your insides!

you almost thought he planned to lick his fingers and suck off the juices in front of you. but instead, hyunjin reached down to his sweats and carefully pushed it off his hips. your chest rose at the sight of his member, stuffed beneath his tight boxers and aching to be let out to breathe. and you immediately looked away when he noticed you staring with wide eyes, your face once again getting hot.

“aww, is my baby shy?” he asked out loud, a hint of giggle covering his voice as he pushed his boxers down with one hand, preserving his other one simply because he had other plans with it. “look at me, (name).”

you did as he was told, your head turning slowly until the sight of his red cock came into view. you sucked in a silent breath, feeling shy beyond imagination. that was… that was big, it looked big. that was the only word you knew to describe it—big, and probably unfitting for your small hole.

“nothing to be shy about,” hyunjin hummed as he caught your eyes. he raised a brow suggestively, his cum-filled fingers finally moving down to wrap themselves around his shaft. he spread the arousal all over himself, lubing it up as much as he could while groaning to himself. “it’s going to be in you anyway because i’m fucking you with it.”

fuck, just the smallest bit of your cum on his cock as enough to make him feel so euphoric. he could not imagine actually feeling your walls around him.

pumping himself a few more times to get himself wet, hyunjin finally moved down to get closer to your body. he eyed you carefully at first, his eyes trailing over your covered torso and wondering if he wanted to rip the clothes off your body.

agh! what a dilemma! being able to see you completely naked would be a blessing, truly. but oh, to fuck you when you were dressed in his hoodie, looking so small and so helpless, was a dream in of itself.

pouting slightly, he moved his hand over to the hem of the hoodie. however, instead of clutching it, he only slipped his hands underneath the fabric so he could roam his hands up your warm body. the end of the hoodie bucked up to your stomach, exposing your lower body and a part of your tummy before his hands finally met your bare breasts.

you exhaled when he cupped the rounds in his hand, massaging it eagerly and feeling the softness of your boobs. there was a lost look in his eyes, his head drowning in nothing but bubblegum lust upon being able to feel your body up physically. how long has he dreamt of this? many, many times. and just as his dreams were, your body was soft and small, completely catered towards his liking.

you were made for him; for him to squeeze, for him to fuck, for him to love. you were made for him, you were his.

hyunjin slowly leaned down to your face, his body coving yours entirely as one of his hand left your breast to his cock. he guided himself to your entrance, his tip rubbing along your slit for teasing purposes. the gasp you let out was amusing, because he could feel you subconsciously buck your hip up for more.

so shy yet so damn enthusiastic. ah, hell, he loves it so much, it’s unreal!

“feel that, baby doll?” he asked, pushing himself in slightly just for a taste.

“ye–yeah,” you nodded meekly.

“mmhm? do you want more? tell me you want more,” he urged then, lathering himself over your slit and poking through your hole once in a while. “say it out loud. tell me you want me to fuck you.”

the soreness in your neck burned with hesitation. hyunjin was approaching you with such sudden demands, demands that you were still too shy to fulfill. but you also really wanted to feel him inside of you despite the fear of the unknown.

he was literally at the entrance already. it would only take you a few beg to feel the heavenly bliss like the one he has given you before; the friction against your walls, the stretchy feeling of your hole, the impactful thrusts of his cock—mmm!

“please… plea–please fu…” you pursed your lips, cheeks red and hands covering your mouth until your voice was muffled. “please fuck me, hyunjin.”

“i can’t hear you with the sleeves covering your mouth,” he cooed demandingly, caressing your cheek until he impulsively gave it a light smack. he smiled at you, impatient about having to hold himself back when he was so close to tasting heaven.

“you’re going to have to speak the fuck up, baby doll.”

you trembled at the way his eyes growled. they have darkened with exasperation, desperate and yearning for more so he could satiate the lust-filled in his chest. you wouldn't dare to disobey him, but having to say such filthy words were also so demeaning, you weren't sure if you could proudly do it.

your silence burned his anger. hyunjin cracked under his desire quickly when he pushed himself slightly into you again. your walls engulfed his tip, and the warmth made him realize he has made a grave mistake. now all he could think about doing was to slam himself inside your cunt, fucking you raw and messy.

"fine," he growled under his breath, discarding your disobedience to the side as he slipped his hand out of your shirt and reached out to grab your arms.

he pinned your hands on top of your head, pinning one wrist over the other before his much larger hand tightly bounded them together with a death grip, pushing your wrists down on the couch surface.

"don't say anything then," he muttered, breathing down your neck. "i'll get you begging for more soon anyway."

the second his voice dropped, he spared no time to push himself inside you, stretching you out painfully.

your eyes snapped open, wide with tears as the burning sensation riddled your core. your arms moved, struggling against hyunjin's stronger grip miserably while your legs bent at the impact of his thick girth.

"ah–no! no, no! it hurts!"

you inhaled a choked gasp when he slowed down, seemingly snapping out of his trance from enjoying the way you felt far too much. the tears that once brimmed behind your eyes rolled down your cheeks, the pain subsiding very slowly as he had stopped pushing himself entirely.

hyunjin looked at you, his brows furrowed with concern. oh no, he was not hoping for this. he knew it would hurt you, considering this was your first time having sex, but he hadn't actually thought about what to do, neither did he expect you to cry from the stretch.

god, why did he have to be so sloppy and unprepared all the time? and he wanted to take care of you? what a damn joke.

"i'm sorry, i know it hurts but–i can stop if you want me to, baby," he whispered, running a hand through the side of your face and caressing your cheek to wipe away the tear stains.

you were quick to shake your head, glancing down at him with a soft smile. "no, it's okay, i can–you can keep going."

he stared at you as if giving you time to opt-out if you were to have any second thoughts. but you didn't. you were ready for this, and that was because it was hyunjin hovering above you and not somebody else.

if you were going to have sex, if you were going to lose your virginity, it has got to be him and nobody else.

your determined eyes were the cue he needed to keep going, not before he double-checked and made sure you knew you had ultimate control over whether this session would keep going or not.

hyunjin, very carefully this time, pushed himself further into your heat when you were ready. your walls clenched down on him, adding pressure to his cock and giving him a very tempting sensation. but he reminded himself to hold back for a while, to wait until it was easier to move before he would begin to devour you whole.

it was getting extra hard, though. your walls were pulling him to a stop with how tight you were.

"shh, shh, hey, i know, i know," he whispered in between the peppering of kisses on your face, his free hand rubbing your sides to calm your pained whimpers down as he pushed himself to the hilt.

"you are doing so great, baby doll. you feel so good around me, you're heavenly–mm, fuck!" he cursed, dipping his head to your neck when you suddenly clenched around him. he wasn't sure if that was a voluntary action or not. either way, you were driving damn crazy. "ugh–you make me want to fuck you so bad!"

you forced yourself to take in heavy breathes, letting the calmness flow through your body while you acknowledged the thick shaft stuffed between your private walls. you felt full, you could feel yourself wrapped up around him and you felt stuffed, in the best way possible.

"hyunjin, you can move," you said quietly, eyeing him. "just... not too quickly."

he laughed, fondly. he raked his hand through your hair, rubbing your scalp gently as he brushed the hair out of your face. his eyes were softer now, for a brief moment at least. you could see the lust vanishing to be replaced with warm affection.

"okay, baby," he said, watching you carefully as he pulled out before shoving himself back in, slow and sensual so you could adjust to him. "is this good for you, mm?"

you nodded, finding yourself enjoying the way his cock moved along your walls more and more. it was an unexplainable feeling. there was this punch to your gut every time his tip hit you deep inside, an electric feeling that rained over you each time.

it felt good, really good. and you wanted more, rapidly and hardly.

hyunjin repeated the slow movement, again and again, his sight blurring when he noticed the shift in your voice. your uncomfortable purrs were turning into moans, louder and more dragged out moans, so breathy and hot that he could feel the temptation in his dick burn.

he discreetly picked up his pace, unable to fully hold himself back from intensely ramming into your small body. he didn't want to hurt you again, but goddamn it, he needed to feel more of you, and to hear more, to see more.

much to his delight, the only response you gave him after he started to thrust at a more satisfying speed was to moan louder. his cock brushed against your walls, even if you were more comfortable now, your small hole was still sticking to his skin perfectly and building up the tension in his abdomen.

there was bliss attached to his name when it spilled from your mouth, making him feel over the moon to know that he's made you feel this way, making him snap his hips harder into your pussy to earn more noises out of you.

"ahh–hyunjin, hyunjin i'm–" you moved your arms, your fingers moving against each other above your head, unable to get out of his hold. pursing your lips then, feeling the releasing feeling in your abdomen again, you dipped your head to look at him and you whined, "it's that, again, the feeling–ahh."

and he could tell, he could just tell that you were nearing your second orgasm again when his name started to come in broken sounds. it made him want to coo; you inexperienced little thing, how quickly have you reached your maximum threshold for pleasure already?

he hasn't even let his desires free yet.

"you wanna cum, hmm?" he asked, knowing well that you do. "you gotta tell me baby, or else i can't help you with it."

you blushed, your hands wanting to move to your mouth out of instinct, but they were trapped under hyunjin's tough grip for the time being. the only thing you could do was as he asked of you to—tell him you wanted him to fuck you until you cum.

"i... i want–mm," you looked away for a brief moment, feeling embarrassed. "i want to cum... ple–please, hyunjin."

"see? that's wasn't so hard, was it, dolly?" he grinned, leaning down to your face to bit the side of your jaw out of impulse. when his lips dragged up to your ear, he whispered, "feel free to let go when you want to."

the next second overwhelmed you. he had pulled himself out until his tip almost left your sticky hole, leaving you with an empty feeling. but when he slammed himself in the next second, wordlessly and without any warning, he simply did not stop his advances. he continued with the same quick pace and the same strength, thrusting into you in hopes to chase your high and give you what you wanted.

you squealed at the newfound feeling of his tip reaching deeper and deeper within your cunt. your back arched into his chest, your limbs trembling at the force of his hips ramming into yours and your eyes rolling up upon the tension building up in your cunt.

"ah–fuck, fuck–oh my god!" you huffed out, feeling your release approaching until your toes curled and your voice gave out at the actual climax.

"there we go, dolly, good job," he muttered, planting kisses along your neck.

you breathed heavily, letting the stars fade away from your eyes and calming down for a moment. and when your consciousness finally returned to you, as did the soreness in your joints and your heat, your brows furrowed at the feeling of your hole still being stuffed full of his cock.

hyunjin was still going.

he buried his face at the crook of your neck, moans and grunts letting out of his lips as he rutted in and out of your heat like a dog, feeling the warmth of your essence and your walls all over him. you were still tight around him because of the previous orgasm, and he was taking his chance to feel as much friction as he could.

you laid on your back, your eyes facing up the ceiling as you felt the pleasurable feeling slowly build itself back up in your abdomen. you huffed, unsure if it was supposed to happen that way and slightly overwhelmed with the soreness in your cunt.

"hyunjin–"

"what?" he growled under his breath, continued to snap his hips against yours.

"i feel a little–huh, fuck!"

your body pulsated at the hit against your g-spot. it wasn't like any other thrusts, this one made you want to scream out loud, this one was like butterflies flapping in your stomach but magnify the feeling, this one made you want more even though you felt like you could barely take more thrusts in your used hole.

"ahh–fuck, hyunjin, what is–"

he kept hitting the spot, hard and quick, giving you one zap of pleasure after another. the euphoric sensation rushed over your head, your legs automatically moving up to his back so your walls clench down on him, narrowing his path for a better aim.

it felt good, it felt so good, you couldn’t think about anything else but to anticipate having the spot be repeatedly pounded into.

wanting to look up at you solely to catch the lewd look on your face when he hit your sweet spot, hyunjin found it impossible to remove himself from your rosy neck as he focused on the build-up of his own orgasm. it was approaching quicker and quicker, your walls knowing how to clench around him just fine.

his hand roamed your side, squeezing your breast and finally resting on your tummy. he sniffed your scent, his hand desperately pressing down on your stomach until he could feel his tip poke out from the inside. the bulge made his heart jump with a passionate burn, it made him groan in approval.

god, how was this possible. you were truly made for him—so small and so innocent. he was gonna tear you apart, he swore.

"jin–more, more, please–" you yearned, arching your back off as your eyes widened with lust. his had increased his speed even more, the hip-stuttering kind, making you see spots in whiteness as your mouth spilled the words you once deemed too embarrassing to say.

your legs pushed against his back, trying to bring him closer. you begged, desperately, for more and more. "please, fuck me, fuck me–ahh–"

you words were nothing short of arousing for him. who would have thought he would ever hear you say those things? 

the moans you let out has got hyunjin cuming in no time, his cock twitching in your warm hole before his exasperated release, his cum spilling into your hole and filling you up.

"ahh, fuck!" he grunted loudly, his eyes shutting at the relieving feeling.

you felt the warmth coating your walls, your eyes widening in the realization that hyunjin came inside of you. the thought made you feel hot and dirty, so shy and bothered.

he kissed your collarbones, his lips dragging up to yours before he kissed you. you moaned into his mouth, feeling his hand move down from your tummy to your pussy. his finger pressed against your clit, rubbing it in circles to get you to your climax again.

he pushed into you, riding out his orgasm and helping you chase your third one tonight. you tried to move away from his mouth, wanting to moan freely, but hyunjin remained on top of your lips, finding it extremely alluring to eat away at your desperate noises.

your muffled noises got louder and louder as he became more aggressive, forcing himself inside you and pinching your sweet spot again and again. soon enough, you let out a silent scream upon feeling the knot in your abdomen burst, your essence rushing along your walls again to add more in your already full hole.

your entire body shut down then; your legs slipped down from hyunjin's back and your back falling on the couch. he watched you quietly, a manic gleam present in his eyes as his hand unconsciously gripped your nails-marked wrists tighter.

"dolly...? how are you doing, hmm?" he asked softly, not pulling out of you as he leaned his face down to hover over yours. your eyes found his slowly, and he couldn't find a trace of recognition in them. "aww, no way. have i messed you up?"

he could hear giggles in his head, a crazily satisfied giggle. this was the look, this was it! this was the face he has been dying to see on you! the dazed, lost, exhausted, completely fucked out look; mouth agape, lids trembling, chest heaving, and voice grumbling.

pretty, pretty, pretty! how pretty! you're absolutely broken and you look gorgeous! he wanted to do it again, he wanted to tear you apart again!

pulling out of you, he moved away from you and scooted down your torso. his hands clutched your ankles, bringing your legs up and causing the hoodie to slide down your thighs. spreading your feet apart, his eyes widened in anticipation upon seeing your dripping heat, the gooey whiteness slowly oozing out of your pretty, quivering hole.

looking up at you, he tentatively moved his fingers over your slit. you flinched immediately at his touch, a soft cry leaving your lips.

he raised a brow—very sensitive.

fun.

without further warning, he moved closer to you and pushed the hoodie further up your stomach. laid between your legs, hyunjin carefully inserted two fingers into your holes, gathering your cum in his hands and pumping in and out slowly.

your walls clenched at the sensation of being played with again. too sore, your cunt was too sore and your mind was too hazy to register the incoming pleasure that all you could think about was to stop it.

your legs quickly forcing themselves shut. but hyunjin has got one hand curled around your ankle, pushing you open to keep you accessible.

"it's okay, baby doll," he said gently, humming close to your heat. "you can take another one, you will take another one."

"huh!" you gasped out in pleasant surprise, your head perking up when you felt his lips smooch your heat. "jin–hyunjin–what are you doi–ahh!"

he hummed against your cunt, his tongue running a slow line up your slit before he kissed it, taking the cum into his mouth and spitting out the saliva mixed with it. his hand continued to rub your clit, stimulating you and causing tremors along your spine.

fuck, how delicious you taste. this was better than anything he could ever imagine—all the other people he's slept with, all the dreams he's consumed at night. they could never compare to this, having your cunt in front of him and his tongue catching every last drop of you.

not a single drip to waste. he has to have all of you in his system because everything about you belongs to him. your essence, your body, your mind, your heart—everything. you are his.

your moans were starting to get thick and airy, your senses blurring together into one. all you could think about was his tongue, fucking you rapidly with flicks and thrusts; his plump lips kissing your pussy, his teeth occasionally grazing your skin; hist thumb circling your clit, pressing and pinching you.

pleasure, there was only pleasure. so overwhelming that you could feel tiny, soft little pains present in your chest. too much but not nearly enough—you wanted more, the sweet poison, you wanted all of it.

"fuck! hyunjin, please, i wanna cum," you begged, tongue swiping across your dry lips and saliva gathering at the tip to drip down your chin. "hyunjin more, more, please! i wan–wanna cum!"

he smirked. such filthy things to say! you even cursed, and it was all for him! how endearing. he almost couldn't remember how you were like before he completely turned you into his sex-crazed doll.

ah, that innocent little girl you once were. how adorable, how foreign. if he could revert you to that, he would, just so he could corrupt you all over again.

"just cum, baby," he mumbled against your heat. "let me swallow all of you."

your body clenched at the pleasure, the overstimulation pushing you to the edge and shoving you down. your senses fell, rapidly, and you spilled yourself all over his face.

hyunjin kissed your hole up, flicking his tongue and gathering up all your juices into his mouth, cleaning you up with his mouth. your warm juices stained his tongue like fine wine, he gulped down down his throat with ease.

you were trembling during the process. even the smallest feeling of his lips near your core was enough to make you shiver. a moment of relief spread through your chest when you finally saw him stand up, leaving your half-naked body on the couch as he walked to the bathroom.

hyunjin headed out with a towel, wet with warm water. he sat by the edge of your head and gently held your body up, his eyes frowning when you winced at the movement.

he pulled you to his chest, letting you lean on him to rest. one hand going around your waist, his other hand reluctantly brushed at your leg. when you shrunk away, he flinched as well, but he was quick to bounce back to his senses to comfort you.

"hey, it's okay, i'm just going to clean you up, okay?" he informed softly, kissing your temple to distract you while he gripped the back of your thigh to pull your leg up.

his hand went down to your exposed cunt, the warm cloth in his hand turning before he slowly wiped you down, cleaning you up carefully. you laid there in his arm, breathing out quick pants and keeping down your sensitive flinches so he could take care of you easier.

"you did such a good job, baby," he whispered, continuing to pat you down. "you have no idea how well you took me. you did so well, and you made me feel so happy."

sweet, sweet words flooded your ears. you blushed at them, acting as if they were just your daily compliments and not about how great you have been, laying there and taking his cock like a stupid toy. either way, you were beyond delighted to know that you have made him feel good, as he did you.

"thank you for making me feel so good as well," you mumbled, bringing his hand up to kiss the back of his palm. "it wasn't as scary as everyone says it'd be. and i like it, it feels..." you hummed, "good. it feels good."

"i'm glad you liked it." hyunjin giggled. "may–maybe we can... do it again... some time."

that was a blind shot. even though he just had sex with you, he wanted to be sure where you two were.

"oh, sure, i'd... i'd like that...?" you laughed, feeling shy as you played with his fingers. "hmm, how are we gonna tell my parents about this..."

"about us having sex?” he asked incredulously, although not much opposing the idea. to have your parents know how he has ruined their little daughter’s mind and filled you up? god, he wondered how they would react knowing that their little girl loves him enough to let him do that.

"no! about you being my boyfriend, please!" you waved your hands at him, amused. "i mean... unless that didn't actually mean anything–"

"it did! it definitely did–oh god, yes!” he exclaimed, his hands fumbling suddenly as he dropped the cloth in his hand. his mind went into a frenzy, not quite sure what he could do except kissing you all over your face. “thank god!"

the smile on his face was dazzling to look at. you felt your heart pump excitedly upon his enthusiasm. seeing him so happy about being in an official relationship with you was surprisingly fulfilling and reliving, perhaps it was because you have spent so long thinking you didn't deserve him only to realize you have been wrong the whole time.

"oh, i love you so much," he muttered, hugging you close to his chest as he kissed your cheek, rocking you two from side to side.

you laughed. it was amusing to see him act all mushy like this. nobody outside would believe it if they see him now, all loving and clingy.

turning your head away from his incoming kiss attacks, your eyes caught sight of the window and the scenery outside.

oh, how peculiar. the thunder has stopped.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Wendy!! i was angst-inspired and wanted to share - Shinichiro finally having his feelings reciprocated by one of the people he confesses to, and the other Black Dragons are happy for him, until Akashi realizes he's also having feelings for this person. Of course he respects Shin enough to not get between them, but... it's fine if they get some time on the side, right...?? y/n's got two hands, what he don't know won't hurt him, etc etc. eventually it gets to the point where they feel like things can't continue the way that they have without someone feeling betrayed. so they're preparing to tell Shinichiro but they don't get to before uhhhhhh His Naptime💀 and they both have to live with that guilt and decide how they're gonna move forward, like do they get together?? do they back off of each other?? does it even feel the same if they're not sneaking around? does it make each of them think too much of Shin whenever they see each other??? it just hurts, it hurts my heart because emotions and hurts my brain because i could not write this if i tried lmao

I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO BED UNTIL I SAW THIS AND YOU GAVE ME

H E A R T B U R N

This prompt is ABSOLUTELY INSANE.

And I love it, I'm writing it. Y'all better strap the fuck in, BECAUSE MR. TAKEOMI IS MY ANGST KING. FREAKING GENIUS MASTERMIND, YOU ARE.

Rain Bringer: Shinichiro Sano & Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.4k

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation (I have been saving this song for a good one. I think this is it):

"We should stop this..."

Takeomi's lips slide up the side of your neck and back down, ignoring your statement in the dim light of the room. The lamp in the corner is red, your signal to Takeomi that you're free for him to come over, which happened every so often after Shinichiro left your apartment for the evening.

"You don't mean that," he replies finally, and you huff, feeling his hands course up to your waist.

No, you don't mean it.

Yeah, you like Shinichiro, but Takeomi makes you feel things no man has ever made you feel. Ever.

It's as if Takeomi took your essence and wrapped it around his wrist, chaining him to you forever. Shinichiro was a safe bet. Takeomi was what your entire body lusted for and desired in the middle of the night when your bed wasn't warm.

"Kiss me," Takeomi whispers and you obey, leaning back to catch his mouth as he leans over your shoulder. "Everything's fine." You kiss each other until the result is the both of you laying in bed, bodies tangled around each other as he pumps into you with sinful and terrifying lust. "God, you're so damn perfect," he breathes, holding your wrists above your head and nudging your nipple with his tongue. "Wish I could have you like this every night."

And you do, too. Sort of.

Out of all of the Black Dragons, why did you have to fall for both Shinichiro and Takeomi? If it wasn't for that night when he walked into Shinichiro's shop and gave you that look... fuck, that heat-filled and desire bringing look!

You'd gone weak-kneed and landed right on them in front of Takeomi, taking him in the backroom like a devious and scheming whore. It wasn't okay. If Shinichiro found out... you'd both be dead. You'd gotten lucky multiple times with Takeomi's dalliances, from almost getting caught in the shop to the warehouse to the fucking bathroom at the club...

You liked Shinichiro. You did.

But Takeomi was just... something else.

After his single orgasm and your fifth one, your head rests against his chest and you hear his heart beating slowly beneath his rib cage.

"We need to tell Shinichiro," you exhale. Takeomi goes stiff, but the thought had crossed his mind before. He thought about pulling Shin aside and trying to tell him in the nicest way that he was fucking his girlfriend. But... to his shame, he never got the courage. But now that you're bringing it up, he feels some sense of 'morality' or whatever it was.

"We'll tell him tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah," you reply, falling asleep on the man's chest after a few moments of silence. Takeomi wished he had his cigarettes so he could smoke to ease his mind, but not wanting to wake you, and not wanting to move - he forgoes them, instead letting his mind roam while you rest.

_____________________________________________________________

The news comes that morning.

Both of you had multiple missed calls and a tear-filled Mikey and Emma trying to get a hold of you, get a hold of someone.

But you both had been deep in the throes of sleep, nestled in with each other as the sun rose on the bleak-ass day. You part without words, Takeomi pressing a kiss against your forehead as he leaves out the door, forgetting the breakfast you tried to make and the coffee that had gone cold in your silence of getting ready for the day. How could you face the younger Sano children like this?

You were sure that Takeomi's cum was still nestled between your thighs like the stain of your sin, visible for every single person to see as you walked down the street to the Sano home. You're shaking as you walk through the door, shivering even though it's not cold and your body curling in on itself, even though you haven't been hurt.

Takeomi is sitting at the table, facing away from you, but you can't find the strength to call out to him. Instead, you feel like a fraud as you cry in Keizo's arms, trying to find something that feels authentic to you deep in your heart. You had feelings for Shinichiro. But you cry more out of guilt than your pain, trying to make sense of your own actions.

At the funeral, you wonder if you had just asked Shinichiro to stay the night - instead of being so eager to push him out - if he would have survived. And again, Takeomi doesn't speak to you, and you don't try to speak to him.

Neither of you can face what you've done.

Especially not with each other.

_____________________________________________________________

A week passes.

Two.

Three.

And you find yourself in your apartment, staring at the things he left you with a sense of dread. The chain, the shirts, the bracelet he stowed away for your birthday...

You swipe the things off the dresser top, enraged at yourself for being such a horrible person. You can't face yourself - all of the mirrors have been turned around. All of his clothes were still in your closet because you knew if you touched them, you'd be forced to face what you've done.

But anger drives you forward, pulling at the items and yanking them off their hangers, each shirt, each pair of pants, each hat falling to the ground in a heap of laundry that you can't find the heart to dispose of.

You could find the heart to fuck his best friend, though.

The swarm of accusatory thoughts begins to plague your mind, and you sit on the floor, tears falling from your eyes as you try to knock them loose or free them so they can't hurt you anymore.

Your thoughts are so loud that you almost don't hear the sound of someone knocking on your door.

You swallow your tears, wipe your face, and trudge to the fixture before opening it without checking to see who it is.

Your mouth dries up when you see Takeomi, his eyes full of sorrow.

"Takeomi," you breathe, but he pushes past you, ignoring the sound you make when he grips your wrist and drags you to your room. when he sees all of the clothing scattered across the floor, something in him recognizes your dilemma, but he doesn't say a word. Instead, he turns around and kisses you roughly, pushing you against the door and swiping his tongue across your bottom lip.

It's not wrong if Shinichiro's dead, you chant to yourself, trying to make sense of the feeling in your body as Takeomi takes you and claims you as his over and over again in the bed you once shared with a dead man. And you can't help it, you rationalize.

Takeomi's the only one who understands your pain, your suffering. It's unique to both of you and drives you back together, even though his death drove you two apart.

"I don't regret what we did," Takeomi pants, moving you up and down in his lap while you face him. "I don't regret a single moment of it."

And deep down, you don't either.

_____________________________________________________________

But sadly, those feelings of lust and desire peter out with time.

You realize that the relationship between you and Takeomi was built solely on the fact that you were sneaking around, that you were being little shitty kids and playing a game that didn't make sense anymore. It's like playing hide-and-seek with a ghost, but that ghost is how you felt about Takeomi before, and how you feel about him now is staring you right in the face.

The face before you is Shinichiro's, and you stare into his dark eyes and see the betrayal lurking there in your dreams, in your nightmares, in your thoughts when you pass by the former S.S. Motors.

"We should stop this."

This time, Takeomi looks up at you and into your reflection in the mirror. His eyes seem to betray how he truly feels, which is nothing short of empty.

"Yeah."

You get dressed in silence again, just like the time when you found out Shinichiro died, and he leaves without saying and word and without a kiss. You watch him walk away into the rainy night, hands in his pockets, and wonder if Shinichiro hadn't died... would you two still be doing what you did before? Would you sneak around with him and play the gamble of getting caught? Or would you settle for a man who made you feel safe?

Maybe you'd dump him for Takeomi.

You don't know.

But all you know is that every single time you remembered Takeomi Akashi, you'd have the painful memory of betraying someone you cared about... twice.

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Never enough |Chuuya comfort x Reader

Angst and fluff time

Never enough |Chuuya comfort x Suicidal depressed Reader|

Warnings- mentions of Self-harm, heavy depression, suicide, lack of love for one's self. -I honestly wrote this as a self-comfort cause I needed something, so it really is triggering-

Word count- 1,700 words (roughly)

Life is a storm, full of calm eyes and rough winds that threaten to knock you over. Within life, there are ups and down; rough and soft moments in the storm. Tears are like rain, drizzling and pouring. There are light cries and heavy cries just like the sky. Happiness, fear, sadness, anger; emotions are weather. There are sunny days; happiness, thunderstorms; fear, rainy days; sadness, hurricanes; anger.

The clouds wept today. Wrapping around the moonlight, it hid the light. Water made heavy clinking noises against metal. The rush of cars swooshed against water as they sped by, the sound of a silent street followed. There were no voices, no couples, no people within eyesight or earshot. Today was a rainy day; a sad day. Tears fell in pattern with the falling water. Crimson dissipated within the water. Flowing down the roof the water washed it away. Clothing stuck, hair fell, eyes continued to look down.

You felt alone, afraid, disgusted, and angry with yourself and others. Your legs dangled off the edge of the roof. Listening to the music of sadness; a rainy night, you hummed. There was nobody else there with you, besides your thoughts you were alone. Though it was no surprise, it happened all the time.

People leave, people move one, people are not permanent. There is death in life; life in death. You pondered the meaning of such similes often. Running arms over your soaked clothes you choked on sobs. Letting out silent cries you shed the pain. Out of alcohol and still sober enough to feel you tossed the empty bottle to the roof entrance. It shattered to hundreds of pieces, adding sound to your cries. This isn't normal; to feel like this. You hated the things you’ve done, the job you could not back out from. You hated the way you looked. It didn’t matter what people said to you about being perfect the way you are. The small voices of people who put you down stood out. The ones that edge this crippling insecurity stuck out the most. They say the smallest flame can do more damage than the largest flame. It makes sense though, a large flame grows from the smallest flame. The large flames that start that size often take a while to do the same damage a building flame has done. Words worked like that; the smaller words that came from those close built into raging flames.

You shouted curses under your breath, looking to your lined arms, you choked back another sob. Why, why did you do these things? They were temporary freedoms from this pain but it never lasted; like drinking. Everybody needs a way to tell these feelings to fuck off, but at points, it doesn't work. Those thoughts cross the mind. The permanent solution to what they call a temporary problem. It isn’t always temporary, sure it goes at times to reveal the sun, but then it returns three-fold. It never leaves forever, they say it gets better, but sometimes it's hard to see that light at the end. Sometimes it's so far away it seems impossible to reach unless somebody else can help.

Everybody says it’s alright to be like this. Yet, they never help, they never offer up their hand to pull you out of the quicksand. They never attempt to push you forward in the tunnel. They stand, and they watch you break, until it’s suddenly benefiting for them to step in. Then, they dare to ask why you’re like this. It’s not a choice, it’s not something that can be so easily controlled. It’s a monster with its talons tearing into you.

So maybe, that’s why you did it. That’s why you inched closer and closer. Maybe that’s why you looked up and shut your eyes. Tapping fingers against the rooftop's edge. Humming tunes to try and steer your thought from doing the last resort. Just before the wrong decision could be made, you were grabbed and pulled back.

You felt so far from the world, nothing was clicking or connecting the dots. A harsh sting to your cheek brought your mind swirling back to the present. Noticing you were paying attention, the dark silhouette of a short male shouted words. “What were you thinking!” he hissed holding your shoulders with a firm grip.

“I… I don't know?” you mumbled feeling the tears swell in your eyes again.

“You don’t know? What the hell, I know we're all a little messed up but you can't…” it fell on him, his voice cutting out as he fell to his knees. His hands slid around you. Firmly holding you, he yanked your soaked body to his. His umbrella only hid your bodies from the wind with his ability. “How long, tell me how long.” his voice was breaking but still stern.

“I don’t know? Weeks, months, maybe years?” you don't move, afraid and cold, you could not meet his eyes. “Why do you care? You’ll just end up the same as everybody else. I’m worthless right? I mean, everybody leaves me alone. I don't fit beauty standards to perfection. Nobody would want me so, why not? Why not take the shortcut to happiness?” you were slapped again. It was light, but it stung enough to snap you from those thoughts again.

“Ya well think about somebody else! I don’t need two suicidal idiots! Having one to worry about is enough! Not that I worry about that mongrel! I do about you though, you’re my drinking partner. You’re the one who managed to get me to open up to being touched! I don’t hug or act... soft with anybody else! You don’t get to take that away! I don’t care what you look like, sound like, fuck, I don’t care about anything but what’s in there. In that fuckin heart! I am not a softy, you know I don’t say shit like this often but… you can’t do that! If you're miserable enough to really be willing to toss it all away, then you should talk to somebody!” his voice was panicked. Yes, he was being selfish. He knew that this wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t a feeling you could so easily overcome. Yet, here he was hoping that you would let him help you.

“I'm sorry! I’m so sorry! I just… I thought… wouldn’t it be better for everybody though? Sure you'd be sad at first but you'd forget about me!” Chuuya shook his head. Meeting your eyes with his clouded ocean ones. Tears fell, almost unnoticeable within the pouring rain.

“No, no I wouldn't! I wouldn't because I love you! I fell in love, I don't know how or when it… it just happened! Isn’t this enough? One person, am I not enough? If I had known I’d have held you to me, given you all the cuddles you ever needed!” he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t care if you felt the same or not at this point. He just needed to let you know somebody cared for you.

“Chuuya…” a light in the tunnel, it formed inside the tunnel.

It is, as they say, eventually you will meet that light. You will find meaning in your life. Something good will happen, then, all the people who put you here will be nothing but bad memories, and lingering ghosts of the past; You can move on. A light will come to you eventually, no matter how dark it seems, that light will show itself. In a friend, a relative, a job offer, an achievement. Those beads of light spread and eventually, they will pull you out enough to know true happiness.

When Chuuya looked worriedly to you, he was taken aback by your arms tossing around him. Your tears being muffled by his own lips. He kissed back before pulling away. Even if you still felt low you were slightly feeling better. Just knowing there was somebody to hold you like this was enough to curve the thoughts for a while.

He took his jacket and wrapped it around you, lifting you into his arms. He carried you to his penthouse, setting you down on the couch located in his bedroom. He looked around, finding one of his larger hoodies he tossed to you. He started hot chocolate as he waited for you to change. You’d probably be sick tomorrow, given it had been cold and you were drenched.

He carried the mug back to the couch, placing it down, he frowned. Walking to a closet, he pulled a small towel out. Rubbing it against your skull as you sniffled, he sighed. “Do you need anything else?” shaking your head, you grabbed his arm.

“Just… some cuddles?” he nodded holding you close, trying to warm your frigid body up. “Did you mean it? You'd really care if I…”

“Yeah, I did, is there a problem? I know it may not mean much. I know how depression works, at least a little bit. It’s not something that can be easily controlled. I just want you to know that you are perfect to me. If somebody ever tells you otherwise, I'll crush them to a pulp.” cracking a small smile, Chuuya's eyes lit up. “There we go, a small smile is a win. So you like me being all protective? Good, I’m a little territorial.”

Looking at him you nodded. “Yeah… okay.” you still sounded so sad.

“I'm serious! I’d squash even Mori if he insulted you in any way! You’re the most perfect thing I've ever seen and known! You're beautiful outside and inside, people are just jealous of how perfect you are.” he was trying to lift your spirits and it seemed to work a little.

“Can we just stay like this?” Chuuya nodded, letting you lean your head on his shoulder. He didn’t move even as you fell asleep.