#it sure is a good thing he has a strong and protective girlfriend huh

[a-lonely-dunedain]

29 and/or 59 for celeair?

#29 "Electrocution/Shock" and #59 "Storms/Weather"

oh hehehe yaay yippee I get to make Celeair Suffer through improbable circumstances! my favorite! I get too giddy about this sorta thing which is why I'm certain my characters would hate me if they were real

(also I didn't manage on working 59 in here all that much but when I do the followup to this it'll probably be present) (ALSO also, I couldn't help myself and had to work in #26 "Helpless/Motionless/Paralyzed" and #100 "Chase/Hunted". yeaaaaah Celeair's really Going Through It huh.)

Well this was certainly a fine predicament Celeair had gotten himself into. Alone in the now-abandoned herd lands in southern Trum Dreng, cornered by a small group of Dragon Clan raiders. 

These alone might not have been such a deadly threat, for while he does not fight he still has a number of useful tricks up his sleeve. It is an unusually dark night, it smells like a storm is brewing and thick clouds veil the moon and stars, so a flash of blinding light and the sound of footsteps running in the other direction while he hid behind a rock should normally be enough to stun and distract his pursuers, allowing him a quick escape. 

But, it is not mere raiders he must contend with here, and the massive Worm they brought with them will not be so easily tricked. There is an evil sort of cunning in its eyes, and there is something else wrong about it too.

It is of a breed he has never seen before, instead of the rusty umber and gold scales these beasts usually have, it is pure jet black, and the only reason it does not blend entirely into the night is because its entire body is streaked with bright jagged lines of cyan and cobalt, he could swear they emit a light of their own. It is also missing the distinct red warpaint the Dragon-Clan typically adorn their beasts with, and the only marking it bears is a large imprint of a white hand at the base of its tail.

“Well well, what do we have here?” their leader steps forward, casually brandishing her blade “a lone trespasser on our rightfully won lands? We were here to hunt Stags to become thralls of Isengard, but it looks like we’ve found a different kind of sport!”

“Sport? oh I think you will find little of that, as you can see I am unarmed” he calmly holds his hands up in a gesture of surrender, though what they cannot see is that hidden between his fingers is a small amount of fine grey powder. All he need do is snap his fingers at the right moment and it will cause a loud ‘bang!’ and a bright flash of light. “If it is a fight you are looking for I’m afraid you will be disappointed.”

“We’re not picky,” she shrugs “if we can’t find a fight, slaughter will do.”

He internally curses himself for insisting to come here alone, but it seemed a reasonable choice at the time. There is a rare herb called Cloudwort that grows only by the banks of this river, and it is needed for an antidote to a new kind of poison the Dragon Clan had been coating their weapons in. Already many people of the Stag Clan were suffering from its effects, and would likely succumb to it soon if nothing was done. They knew that the Dragon Clan still lurked around the ruined farmsteads, and he thought that, rather than risking any of their few remaining warriors in open battle, it would be better to slip in and out undetected. It was a calculated risk, but none of them had accounted for this new gift from Saruman the raiders had with them.

But it’s not hopeless, Margim knows he’s here. She was staunchly opposed to the idea of him coming alone, and as a compromise they agreed that she would remain hidden nearby in the event that something went wrong. She will come for him if she senses anything is amiss. If he can just stall for long enough...

“If it is prisoners you are after, I will go quietly.” He doubts they will entertain that idea, he gets the distinct impression they are out for blood, but it’s the best gambit he has to play at the moment. Anything that might stay their weapons for a little longer.

“I’m afraid you are out of luck, Duvoidaid,” Their leader shakes her head with a cruel smirk “The Wizard asked us to bring him those of the Caru-Lûth, he never said anything about lost southerners, so you’re starting to look an awful lot like Worm food... isn’t that right, my pet?” she looks at the black Worm beside her, but it shows no reaction to her words, its eyes remaining fixed on Celeair with an unsettling sharpness. He realizes it hasn’t blinked once. What did the Wizard do to this poor creature?

“But I might as well make this interesting,” she continues “I’ll give you a five second head start.”

“What?”

“Four,” well so much for stalling. 

He’s barely made it a few yards down the winding paths of the once-farmsteads before he hears a rumbling hiss and lumbering footsteps close behind him. She definitely did not give him the full four seconds. As he sprints he holds his hand out behind him and snaps. There is a BANG! and a flash of violently dazzling light. He casts the briefest glance behind him, and is both unsurprised and disheartened to see that the Worm was totally unaffected by it, and it swiftly lumbers after him mouth agape, driven by instinct rather than sight.

But the more important thing is that sound surely alerted Margim to his peril, he just needs to hold out until she makes it to him. Easier said than done of course, something with proportions like that has absolutely no right to move so swiftly, and yet-

Celeair notices he can see his shadow in front of him, quite clearly despite the darkness. There is a bright, blue-tinted light growing behind him, and a strange crackling sound. He barely has the time to process this information before something in the back of his mind screams get out of the way.

Immediately he throws himself to the side and into the cover of a ruined farm building. In that same moment there is a crack of thunder and a flash of light shoots past, missing Celeair only by a slim margin. Something explodes where the blast landed, but he cannot see where. He doesn’t have time to wonder what on earth that was.

Just as he staggers to his feet the Worm’s head rounds the doorway, and Celeair realizes that he is cornered. He frantically looks for a means of escape, but then sees that the Worm’s mouth has begun to glow again as little arcs of lightning fizzle between its teeth.

Of course it can breathe lightning. Why wouldn’t it breathe lightning.

He knows that it is possible for those learned in the lore of nature to channel the power of lightning, he had read about some methods for it in his studies, but it is not something he ever practiced himself. There was never a need for it before, he never wished to harm anyone with such powers, and he never expected to encounter something that could use it against him.

But here he is, staring down the maw of this great Worm as it crackles with lightning. It was by sheer dumb luck that it missed its first strike, but it will not do so again. He has but a split moment before its attack is fully charged, and in that time all he can do is grab a nearby burnt wooden rake -it will have to do as a staff for now- plant it into the ground with both hands, call upon what fragments of the technique he remembers, and brace himself. If he can, he must channel as much of it into the ground as possible, and maybe, just maybe it will be enough to save him.

A flash of light, a crack of thunder, and then the very core of his being in engulfed in searing agony. There is some small mercy in the fact that he is almost immediately rendered unconscious, but it is only a brief respite.

He awakes mere seconds later, collapsed on the ground with the remnants of his makeshift staff scattered around him in splinters and the smell of burnt flesh in the air. 

His plan worked, he’s still alive. Barely.

He feels as if he is burning from the inside out, his hands and arms feel like they are being shredded by white-hot razors, he can barely remember where he is over the pounding in his head, and is completely paralyzed. He feels as though he should be more worried about that last part, as through the pain he dimly recalls that he was being chased by something. There is a shuffling sound drawing near him.

With some effort he manages to get his eyes to focus, and the great Worm crawling towards him comes into view. He tries to move, to cry out, to do anything at all, but his body heeds none of his commands. He can do nothing but watch helplessly as the Worm calmly approaches its next meal, seeming to be in no particular hurry as he can no longer run from it. 

The thought enters his mind that, in a few minutes or so, Margim will have to discover him half-eaten by this thing. Of all the ways he could die this is a particularly grisly end, and he wishes that she would not have to see it. He wishes he could apologise to her for it. And for getting himself killed.

It is difficult for him to follow what happens next. Just as the Worm prepares to bite down on him, he thinks he hears the sound of footsteps running up behind it. There is a blur of movement, the sound of a mace cracking bone, a pained hiss, another blow, and a spray of hot blood. 

Soon after, he feels himself being gently lifted by strong hands and hears a familiar voice calling out to him. He can’t really make out any words, and his eyes already drifted shut without him noticing, but the voice makes him feel safe, so instinctively he knows it’s Margim.

Her tone sounds uncharacteristically frantic. He tries to say something, to tell her that he’s alright -even though he’s not sure it’s true- but all he manages is a pained wheeze.

Soon he feels movement again as Margim stands with him still held securely in her arms. Consciousness slips away from him and he knows nothing more.

Celeair is Fine and Ok don't worry. or at least he will be later lol (also I feel like the very last ask I got should be able to tie into this rather well so expect a short followup at some point wherein Celeair has a slightly less bad time)

[dawnagustd]

like that || jjk

⇝ title: Like That ⇝ pairing: jungkook x f!reader  ⇝ genre: slight college au | house party au | smut ⇝ summary: Running into an awkward situation at a house party? Your first instinct is to hide. And because you have the worst luck, your hiding spot is already being occupied... by another awkward situation.  ⇝ rating: 18+  ⇝ word count: 1.7k  ⇝ warnings: unedited | strong language | rejection | a little tension | mentions alcohol but no one is drunk | consent because that’s hot | biting | scratching | bit of a strength kink | jealous/possessive!jk | soft dom!jk | praise | protected sex | dirty talk | eye contact | f*cking against the wall | restraints (wrist pinning) | teasing | big dick!jk because that’s the brand | ass grabbing | body shots?...idk what to call it but not exactly body shots | i think that’s all  ⇝ author’s note: See how late I am? This is why I’ve been absent. I have so much going on, when I have free time I just... yeah. Anyway, here it is as promised. I know it’s a mess lol.

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Shit.

You’ve always known your luck was shit, but running into your crush at a party was the last thing you thought would happen. Especially the day after you finally talked to him only to discover he has a girlfriend. You found out also that he’s an asshole who likes to lead people on until he feels like crushing their feelings.

You can’t see him right now. Not like this. 

Peach Cîroc staining your top, now soaked into your flesh… It’d be too embarrassing.

So, you hide. But the room you’ve chosen is already occupied.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh, shi–”

Someone’s in here, and their voice startles you. Your right palm lays flat on your chest, trying to settle your racing heart. You turn around expecting to give an apology and be on your way, but once again, shitty luck.

“Jungkook? Seriously?”

How can things go from bad to worse?

Let’s just say you’ve been… Well, you’ve been avoiding one guy so you can chase another. A couple of months ago, you went on a blind date with a guy, and he just so happens to be the person standing in front of you. Only one person enjoyed that date, and it damn sure wasn’t you.

You knew by the way your friends described him that he was too good to be true. On paper, Jungkook sounds amazing—brown eyes, healthy hair, smart, talented… hot. But no one talks about his competitiveness. The 8-year-olds at the trampoline park will never be the same.

Instead of attraction, you can only feel annoyance when it comes to his arrogance. You would rather take the walk of shame than be stuck in here… with him.

“I’m leaving.”

“No,” he interjects. “You’re hiding.”

Jungkook takes the remaining steps to close the space separating you two, and like a deer caught in headlights, you’re frozen.

“Is someone bothering you?”

“What?! No, I’m not.”

The beginning of a chuckle travels past his lips, openly mocking you. 

“You squeaked. You’re lying.” Jungkook tilts his head. “He’s out there, huh?”

Great. Everyone knows.

“Fuck off, Jungkook.”

This time he doesn’t even try to hide his amusement. His smirk just continues to grow as he stands toe to toe with you.

“Or I can do you one better,” he suggests.

Your eyebrows lift involuntarily as curiosity invades your thoughts. The thing about people who are full of themselves, they sure do talk a good game.

Tension appears to grow after his finger beckons you to come closer, his minty breath hitting your skin when he leans closer. The vibration from his words sends a tingle through your body. You suppose lack of sex will make the smallest things feel electrifying.

“...I can fuck you senseless right here against this door.”

“Oh, you’d like that, huh?”

Jungkook pulls away, taking the soothing scent of his Versace with him.

“I would,” he agrees. “And so would you if you ever gave me a chance.”

“You wouldn’t even know what to do with me.”

“You wanna bet on that?”

Silence dominates the dark bedroom as the stare-down begins. Neither of you wants to look away because that would mean defeat. That’s not an option when it comes to Jungkook.

“Scared you’ll want more, huh?”

“The lies you tell.”

Jungkook’s crooked smile never fades as he shakes his head. “I bet you’re a runner.”

“Shut up.”

In the morning, you’ll think back on this and be mad at yourself for allowing him to get you worked up.

But that’s tomorrow's problem.

“Why? Don’t want to hear the truth–”

“You get on my nerves.” You grab Jungkook’s shirt and even he’s surprised. You could care less about his taunting because this is how he behaves when he wants your attention, but that smirk has got to go. 

“I don’t care. Do something about that.”

Those glossy dark orbs hidden beneath his thick lashes focus directly on your lips. Your eyes explore his features, lingering on the tip of his tongue peeking out to bring moisture. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly releases.

“Give me an excuse to pin you against this wall,” he whispers.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Kissing Jungkook was not in your plans tonight, but something comes over you, and you do just that. Your teeth click, and you grab at each other’s clothes as he guides you backward. When your back hits the door is when he finally comes to a stop, and his mint-tainted lips begin to venture lower. 

Jungkook grips your ass while he nips the skin of your neck, leaving traces of him along your feverish skin. Your hair entangled in his hair pulls him closer as if there is any more space left between you.

“Hold on,” he breathes. “I smell alcohol. You good?”

Thinking about earlier, you roll your eyes as you recall some frat guy bumping into you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just got here. Some guy made me spill my drink all over myself.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He grips your hair and tilts your head, granting him more access to your collarbone and cleavage, two areas he can’t seem to abandon. “Remind me to kick his ass before we leave.”

A shuddered gasp escapes your lips when Jungkook’s teeth attack your flesh. He scoops you off your feet in the same motion, pinning you against the door with his hips while he leaves your skin wet and bruised. You can feel his bulge when he pushes up your skirt.

“Jungkook,” you mewl, raking your nails down his biceps.

He removes his jacket so you can feel more of his warmth beneath your palms. You feel Jungkook’s hand slip between you so he can pull down his pants. In this position, it’s impossible to see what he’s working with, but you can tell by the pressure probing at your panties that you’re going to feel every inch of him.

“One sec,” he murmurs.

Jungkook reaches for his wallet and finds a condom instantly. He opens the package and rolls it effortlessly. He’s probably done it more times than you can count, but that’s none of your business. It’s your turn now.

You pull your panties out of the way, and the blunt tip of his dick begins teasing your entrance, testing the waters until he’s sure it’s okay for him to sink into your pussy.

He makes you look at him while his cock slips inside of you, wanting the image of your initial reaction in his memory. You try to give him something decent to remember, but the stretch is so overwhelming your eyes roll back.

Jungkook eventually buries his face in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his own moans, but you hear how desperate he is to fuck you. With your permission, he makes small strokes until you both can overcome the sensitivity. 

“Pussy’s too good for you to be stressed over a piece of shit,” he murmurs into your bosom. He licks the sticky substance coating your breasts and moans. “...And you taste too good.”

He starts thrusting harder, and your bodies cause the door to rattle and shake. Your cries begin to fill the room, and Jungkook encourages them by filling your head with praises.

“You’re so hot and beautiful. You think that guy deserves to fuck you like this?”

He grabs your hands and pins them above you, supporting you with nothing but his slender but toned waist. You’re left in awe as he bounces you on his dick.

“Even if he deserved it. He couldn’t,” Jungkook adds. “He could never fuck you like this.”

“Jungkook!”

You sob his name as your muscles tighten, pressure building within you as you near your peak. His forehead presses against yours, and he looks into your eyes while he fucks you. 

“But I can do it. I can fuck you like this.”

“Please,” you rasp.

“Why should I?”

You knew he’d be a little asshole. Your pride does not compare to your pleasure, however. 

“I need to come,” you mutter.

“What was that?”

After gritting your teeth, you just allow the words to flow from your mouth.

“Please let me come!”

“Fuck. Okay, love.” His pace quickens, and your moans get louder, startling everyone outside the door. Sweat forms on Jungkook’s forehead as he puts in the work to make you reach your high. “Your moans are so fucking beautiful.”

His praise drives you over the edge, and your orgasm ripples through you without warning. Your body shudders as Jungkook guides you through an intense wave of pleasure before his thrust becomes wild and he spills his load into the condom.

“You owe me a second date,” he sighs as his dick slips out of you. Both of you groan. You from the emptiness, and he from the loss of warmth. “You’re paying this time.”

“I swear you get on my nerves.”

“I still don’t care,” he laughs.

Jungkook keeps you in this position while he caresses your thighs. You’re enjoying the gentleness of his touch. So, you don’t even complain. It’s a peaceful moment, and all the concerns you had recently have been buried underneath your dickmatized state.

After some minutes go by, Jungkook finally speaks.

“I’m going to put you down now, okay?”

“Okay.”

When your feet touch the ground is when everything sets in. You bask in it all as you both rearrange your clothing. You try to avoid Jungkook’s gaze, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t demand your attention.

“So, two options.”

“I’m listening.”

“We can pretend it never happened, or…”

“Or what?”

Jungkook smirks.

“We can pretend it never happened and go back to my place for round two,” he suggests.

The thought has you smiling before you even realize it. 

You respond a bit shyly. “I like option two.”

“Oh, yeah?... Well, let’s go then.”

He grabs your hand, but you both pause before opening the door. There’s no way to explain this situation to anyone, and the second that door opens people will begin talking. You aren’t entirely sure how you feel about that.

As if he can read your mind, Jungkook speaks up.

“Come on. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

And you know… Maybe Jungkook does deserve a second date. 

No trampoline parks, though.

[kfkr1ze]

Escape from S - Chapter 1

Characters — ✈︎ Renga, Ten

Location: Cheap Izakaya

Izakaya Waiter: Apologies for the wait, here are your drinks. I’ll be taking away the old glasses!

Ten: Yup, thanks.

Renga: It seriously tastes so good… The combo of the cold sake and the hot Atka mackerel… I can’t stop keep my chopsticks still.

Ten: Please drink in moderation. The Pres will chew me out if you get drunk this time.

Renga: I get it, I get it, I won’t get dryunk. I’ll make sure to protect your livyer, Ten…

Ten: Yeah, it’s about time for some water. Here.

Renga: Ngu…

Ten: Y’know, the Akta mackerel really is better here than anywhere else. They’re soft and packed full of flavor.

Renga: I never had anything like it!

…But, I really wanted to eat it in a prettier way. I always end up making a mess out of things.

I know I have to remove the spine already, but I’m just not good at it.

Ten, you seem to know how to eat well.

Ten: Well, I am the son of a sushi chef.

(ーーAnd I’ve had plenty of experience taking out “spines”.)

It doesn’t really matter how it looks. As long as it tastes good, it’s fine, right?

Renga:  Y-Yeah, right!

This sake’s also good…! Thank you for taking me to such an amazing restaurant!

Ten: No prob.

Renga: The thing I really love from this store is this. The point card!

Ten: Aah, this is…

Having something in paper form like this is rare nowadays huh.

Renga: The more times you come here, the higher ranking fish you get stamped on the card! There’s something exciting about it!

I didn’t even know some fish have different names when they get bigger.

Ten: They’re like promotional fish.

Renga: I have 3 left until I move up to a Tsubasu yellowtail! And then like ten more after that…? Let’s go here a lot so we can be Buri yellowtails, Ten! Let’s aim to be Buri yellowtails!

Ten:  Congrats～.

Renga: Congrats…? We always come here together, so you should be the same ranking as me Ten?

Ten: Nah, I lost the card. Accidentally.

Renga: Again!? The last time you said that, we came and asked for a new card with the same ranking as before though!?

I guess I have no choice. I’ll just request a new one for you!

Girl with a strong Gyaru vibe: I feel like I just heard a familiar voice.

Girl with neat black hair: If it isn’t Ten! What are you doing here?

Renga: Eh? Who’re they? Do you know them?

Ten: Aah… We kinda know each other from the past.

Renga: ??

Ten: They’re my ex-girlfriends.

Renga: Ex-girlfriends!? Both of them!?

Ten: Yeah yeah. Back when we were freshies in college, I stayed with them for a while.

Uh… You’re the one that likes the fish soup I make, and…

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: …! You remembered? It was super good to have that after I came back from my Gyara drinking party![1]

Ten: (I’ve actually made that soup for multiple women though.)

And you are… the girl who focuses on her natural beauty and drinks a lot of smoothies in the morning. The one who likes afternoon tea activities.

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: I have a bunch of a cafes I’ve been wanting to go to together with Ten. If we don’t, I won’t have anything to post to dazzle.

Ten: (Oh. I vaguely remembered, but I didn’t really expect to be right. I have a really good memory, huh?)

Renga: H-Huhh… You’re on good terms even with your ex-girlfriends…!

Ten: My bad, did you guys happen to contact me? I’ve been super busy so I haven’t been checking PeChat. I’ll check it later.

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Uu… Just as I thought, his face is… the best…

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: OK, we’ll wait for you…

Not! Did you really think I’d say that!?!?  You’re the one who said “Thanks for the drink. Should I pick you up?”! You sent the last message!

Ten: Huhh? Is that so?

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Ehh～? When Ten can’t come to pick me up, he always tells me it’s because he’s working on reports and he has to focus on his studies, so shouldn’t we be more considerate of him?

Renga: (I’ve never seen Ten work on reports or focus on studying though…?)

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: What’s with that? I never heard anything like that myself.

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Huh, I guess he just felt like he couldn’t confide in you whenever he has issues then?

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: Hah? What? Are you trying to pick a fight!?

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: You’re the one who started it with the whole “Should I pick you up?” message from Ten though!?

Renga: E-Excyuse me…

(T-This feels kinda bad! If things stay like this, I’m sure they’ll explode on each other…!)

(I’ll help him out… as Ten’s… f-friend…!)

Hey, calm down you two! Why don’t we just talk about this first…!

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Now that I think about it, isn’t this just Ten’s fault for not being unreliable!?

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: Right!? He only shows up when it’s convenient for him!!

The Ex-girlfriends: You think so too, right!?

Renga: Hgyah!?

Renga: T-Ten…! It might be best if you should say somethiーー

He left!?

The Ex-girlfriends: TEN～～～～!!!!

Ten: … Phew, that was good…

Location: Back Alley

Ten: (It kinda got complicated at the end, but smoking after I finish working is the best～)

Now then, what should I do?

(The “drinking with friends” job finished quicker than I expected, so I probably have some time to do a quick one time job for some cash. In that case…)

…Ah.

Ten: (It’s the point card from the Izakaya.)

…I thought I threw this away, but I guess it was in my pocket the whole time. It makes my wallet bulky.

Ten: Alright then, bye bye～

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Notes — ✈︎

Gyara drinking is when the host, typically a man, of the party pays its participants, typically girls, to drink

[millyhelp]

just Jason being shocked that his girlfriend (Brazilian reader again maybe?) has never seen snow. And he's all excited and wanting to show her the moment he notices that it's snowing (And I'm sure he'll want her to try some hot chocolate to show her some winter/Christmas spirit)

Sorry I'm just posting this now 😭 I was so busy during Christmas week. But I hope you like it!!

First time seeing snow

Headcanon | Jason Todd x Brazilian!Reader

warnings: cuteness and fluff. reader excited about the snow.

notes: I've never seen snow either, so I'm sorry if it seems too stereotypical 😭

•It was morning, you were waking up little by little with the light entering the room.

•You smiled when you felt Jason's big, strong arms around your waist. His warm breath on your neck, his warm chest on your back and his legs entwined with yours.

•When you fully opened your eyes and woke up, you looked at the window that Jason forgot to close the curtains before going to sleep.

•You lifted your head and looked out the window. it was snowing!

•Being careful not to wake Jason, you get out of his arms and run to the window.

•His eyes lit up when he saw the snowflakes falling quickly to the ground.

•For someone who grew up in a totally tropical country, snow seemed magical.

•You didn't even realize it, but you had been at the window for a long time.

•Watching the snow take over the street, the roofs of houses and buildings, the cars. Everything.

•You jumped in surprise when you felt arms around your waist.

"Shh. It's just me." the voice hoarse from lack of use during the night said sweetly in your ear.

"Enjoying the snow, huh? You could have asked me to stay with you." He kissed your neck and looked at the window with you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." you whispered while still paying attention to the snow. "It's so beautiful..."

"It's just snow, babe." Jason gave a small laugh.

"It's the first time I've seen snow." Jason's smile disappears

"Really?" He looks at your face

"Yep." You nod

•Jason felt a little guilty for laughing at your admiration for the snow.

•Why not take you to feel the snow as a reward?

"Wanna go there?" He asked softy to you

"You kidding? Yes!" You turned to him smiling.

•You wanted to go the way you were dressed.

•A Jason hoodie that looked like a dress on you and just panties underneath.

•Jason would never let you leave like this.

•Then he picked up the sweaters Alfred gave you and him as gifts.

•He helped you dress appropriately.

•Pants with a triple layer to protect against the cold, a sweatshirt and a sweater on top, a cap for the head, a scarf, gloves on hands and ear protectors.

•You looked totally adorable.

•Jason wasn't that different from you. he just didn't have his ear protectors on.

•When leaving the door of the house, you smiled and ran.

•Good thing Jason was there.

•You slipped on Jason picked you up in his arms.

"Easy, little girl." You smiled at him and stood up straight.

"Sorry... I didn't think it would be this slippery" Jason laughed at you and helped you into the soft part of the snow.

•It was so cold.

•You took some of the snow in your hands and looked closely at it.

•The snowflakes were so beautiful

•Jason smiled as he watched you.

•So cute, so focused.

•Some children also came out to play and that took Jason's attention away from you.

•Jason gasped as he felt a bump on his face.

•Snowball.

•He took his eyes off you for a second and you attacked him

•He looked at you and narrowed his eyes.

•There you were.

•Smiling and making another snowball in your hands.

"Cruel little thing..." When Jason spoke you threw the other ball that hit his chest.

He ran towards you and the two of you fell into the soft, icy snow.

"Fuck! This is fucking cold!” You said while laughing at the tickle Jason was giving you.

•You spent a few more in the snow.

•When your nose turned red, Jason knew it was time to go inside.

•As soon as you both entered, Jason ran a hot bath for you.

"Won't you come in with me?" you asked him while you were playing with the bubbles in the bathtub.

"No, princess." he kissed her forehead "Your clothes are on the bed, I'm waiting for you in the kitchen"

•You relaxed in the bathtub and Jason went to the kitchen.

•Jason baked the cookies Alfred taught him and made you a classic hot chocolate with mashmellow and cinnamon.

•After getting out of the shower, you put on the cute and comfortable clothes that Jason chose for you and went downstairs smelling delicious.

•The house was completely decorated for Christmas.

•You feel like you were in one of those movies you watched as a child when they were shown on open TV.

•You entered the kitchen and saw a beautiful sight. A table set with cookies and two cups of hot chocolate.

•Jason walked towards you and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Wanna eat?" He looks in your eyes

"Im starving." You nod with a smile

•You ate the cookies and drank the hot chocolate.

•After you two finished eating he took out a box and handed it to you.

•It was a cookie house to assemble.

•You were very happy about it.

•The rest of the day was like this.

•Setting up the cookie house and drinking hot chocolate.

•And of course.

•Making snowmen.

•The Christmas feeling made you smile

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Tell me if you guys want be there.

[timotey]

Ficlet: Of Sucky Days

The Sign. Yai/Sand. Missing scene from ep 5. Unbeta’d.

Coming home after a sucky day.

(My first Yai/Sand ficlet, yay!)

***

“Oh, hey, hi. How was work?” That’s all that Sand manages to say before she’s enveloped in her boyfriend’s strong arms.

Yai walks into their flat, kicks the door shut and lets his bag drop to the floor, then he almost falls into his beloved’s arms, and wrapping himself around her, octopus-like, buries his face in her neck and groans.

Sand lifts her eyebrows, blinking rapidly in surprise, then she returns the hug, stroking Yai's back soothingly. “That bad, huh?” she says sympathetically.

“Today is a sucky, sucky day,” Yai whines pitifully and squeezes her tight, almost lifting her off the floor.

Sand laughs a little, simply letting Yai breathe her in, soak her in like sunshine after a cold season. “I’m all ears,” she offers.

Now it’s his turn to laugh. “No, you’re not. Which is good. I know I said I would love you in any and every shape and form but I just might draw the line at you being all ears.” 

Yai pulls away from her and with a twinkle in his eyes, he sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the couch where he proceeds to sprawl lazily with her in his lap.

“Alright, alright,” Sand says, still smiling wide as she settles down comfortably - and wiggles just a little, for good measure. “Not all ears, then, just two. But ready to listen, if you want to talk.”

Yai groans again though this time for different reasons; Sand knows very well what she’s doing, squirming like that, right on top of his little friend. He orders the lively thing to behave, at least for now, and pulls his girlfriend close.

“I can’t really go into details,” Yai says, “but, well, we caught our guy. Which is great. But it also sucks. Because he's a murderer who forced innocent people do unspeakable things but he was also a victim first, before all that. And if the cops had done a better job back then, none of this would’ve happened. So that sucks too. The whole situation sucks, from the beginning to the end.”

Sand hums and she leans against his shoulder, stroking his face and listening.

“And if that wasn’t enough, Phaya had a row with Tharn. He actually hit Tharn, the bastard,” Yai grumbles, voice laced with real irritation and worry.

That makes Sand raise her head and look at Yai in concern. “Phaya hit Tharn?” she asks in dismay.

“Well, it was most likely an accident, I give you that,” Yai allows grudgingly, “at least Tharn insists it was. But I would probably be more inclined to believe that if Phaya hadn’t punched a wall first. That guy has a real temper, let me tell you.”

“Is Tharn okay?” Sand asks, worried. Tharn's always been like a brother-in-law to her, like family, and treated her with nothing but kindness and affection.

“Yeah. Yeah, he and Phaya made up, apparently. Or... whatever. After Tharn got stabbed,” Yai finishes morosely.

Sand freezes, eyes widening. “He what?” she exclaimed.

“Got stabbed. The vest deflected the hit, mostly. But, yeah, he did. Protecting Phaya. Yet again,” Yai mutters, annoyed. “Like I said, today sucks. Big time!”

“So Tharn’s okay?” Sand assures herself. “Where is he now?”

“Yeah, he is, more or less, okay, I mean,” Yai tells her. “And he’s at home. Phaya went with him.”

Sand lifts an eyebrow. “Did he now?” 

“Yeah. He wanted me to pick up some clothes for him at his house, can you believe that guy?” Yai fumes. “First he punches my brother, then he allows him to get stabbed and then he wants me to play a manservant. Dude can waltz around naked for all I care!”

Sand’s lips twitch. “I bet Tharn would appreciate that.”

That stops Yai short. “Huh. Maybe I should have brought him his things, after all,” he muses, frowning a little.

“But Tharn is okay, right?” Sand asks again, just to be sure. Though she knows that if he weren’t Yai wouldn’t just be sitting here, grumbling. She knows how much Yai loves Tharn, with all his big foolish heart and then some. “Both he and Phaya?”

Yai sighs, dropping his head back against the backrest. “Yeah, they are. Just a little banged up, is all. Probably playing doctor right now.” He straightens up again, narrowing his eyes. “Wait.”

Sand laughs, seeing his disturbed expression. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she runs her hand down his chest, lower and lower - and wiggles in his lap again. “And what about you?” she whispers, leaning closer, her breath hot against his ear. “Up to playing doctor with me?”

Yai draws in a sharp breath, eyes blazing up, when Sand brushes her fingers against his belt buckle. His little friend immediately jumps to attention.

In a split second, Yai is back on his feet with an armful of a laughing girlfriend. “Yeah. We should definitely do that. I think that a thorough check-up is in order.”

And with that he rushes towards their bedroom, Sand’s laughter echoing through their flat, and all worries are forgotten, at least for now.

[shrimplymoray]

If it's not inconvenience, I would like to make an Oc× Cannon request with Jamil and my Oc Yumi, where after some time of dating, Jamil always thought that his girlfriend was someone cute who should be protected, now imagine the surprise when he discovers that his loved one is from a family of spies and assassins and the current leader (we can say that he saw Yumi getting rid of some assassins who were after Kalim and Yumi reveals who she is not a helpless aunt like that)

First TWST request lesgooo!! I don't think I have written for Jamil ever, besides very crack meme-ish stuff, so this is interesting to say the least! Hope I do the Snake Charmer justice, and Yumi justice for the matter!

Since you didn't specify, i'm doing this in Fanfic format instead of my headcanons format, let me know if you prefer it another way!

TW: Attempted homicide.

Jamil Viper X Yumi Yozakura - unnusual surprise

Jamil was never one for surprises. He liked to know all he could, to better prepare himself mentally for any troubles that could come his way. It has been this way since he became Kalim's babysi- uhm, I mean, Kalim's bodyguard. Sometimes even a look into someone's eyes told him all he needed, and Jamil was always calm and collected while doing his duties, albeit furious inside most times. Was it due to jealousy? Stress? Who really knows. Something he took pride in, however, was his lover. Yumi never gave him trouble. Quite the opposite, sometimes she was the help he needed to convince Kalim that stepping into the mushroom ring in the woods behind the campus was certainly NOT a good idea whatsoever. Yumi was always calm and collected, and Jamil had no reason to doubt her intentions near Kalim or himself. A Magicless human from another world, even if she is brilliant and capable in the physical aspect, could never compare in strength to him and his magic.

After a while they started to date Jamil felt more and more comfortable just... to allow himself to indulge in the moments with Yumi. Honest to the Seven, he never thought someone could understand his troubles, but Yumi did, somehow. And it helped him a lot.

Though things never stay peaceful in his life, it seems. During one of the many parties in Scarabia, Kalim made sure to "smoothly" invite Yumi (what can he say, he likes to see Jamil happy!), and everything seemed all fine! Everyone was dancing, eating, and enjoying themselves! But Yumi noticed a strange behavior from one of the students. This strange Heartslabyul student seemed to fidget a lot with his blazer pocket and also to be anxiously eyeing Jamil and Kalim. Jamil had to take a break to get some extra food, and while he took a second of his attention off, the suspicious student made his way to Kalim.

Yumi couldn't stop glaring at him, and with the littlest hints of a blade she saw in this boy's pocket, she took matters into her own hands. Wrapping her hands around his arm, pushing him to the floor and making sure to trap his armed hand behind his back, where she swiftly knocked the blade over. Everyone was staring in shock, but she knew that even worse than having all the attention on her, would be to have Kalim hurt, while Jamil wasn't there... or so she thought he wasn't. He had mastered the art of walking silently, much like a snake slithers its way near their prey. Jamil put a hand on her shoulder, although a bit shocked at the view he saw. "I can handle this, from here." Yumi stared at him for a split second, before she let the boy go, him cursing about how strong that girl is, and how he was so fucked after this.

The party was quickly shut off after the incident, and Yumi was kept with Kalim on the lounge while Jamil took the assassin to the headmage. "So... were ya gonna tell us anytime soon you are, like, a super duper cool fighter?" "Huh?" "C'mon~! The way you were so quick with that guy, it was awesome!" "Well, uh, thanks Kalim. It's nothing, really" "Nuh-uh! I bet everyone found it super cool too! Can you teach me it, like, you took his arm, twisted and he was on the ground? Or was there something else?" "I-" "Kalim, you are not learning that." "Aw, man... Maybe one day, I guess haha!" Yumi could hear Jamil mumbling about how he hoped Kalim never learned how to fight like that. "Uhm, well I guess I should be going back to Ramshackle now. Grim probably did his own party there, with the tuna, while I was here and... I bet he will want me to clean it up." "Oh Okay! G'night Yumi!" As Yumi was making her way to the hall of mirrors, Jamil stopped her at the entrance of Scarabia. "Wait. I have something to say." "Jamil, I... Look, I'm sorry I never told you I know how to fight, I, uh, well it's a long long long story on how I got like this but... I just... Didn't really want you to not be around me anymore, or see me as a threat to Kalim or anything like that." "I'm not mad. I was... surprised, yes. But not mad." Jamil sighed, at least there wasn't anyone else to him so... vulnerable. "I appreciate what you did there. I could've handled it, but still, I appreciate it." After a small pause, he continued "And it is good that I won't need to protect you, like I have to do with a certain someone."

Jamil may never admit it, but this confession held way more value to him than it showed. He saw Yumi as an equal. It was important to him, that he knew she didn't need him to protect her at any moment. Her being able to fend for herself meant, to him at least, that he wouldn't be staying awake at night thinking if she was safe when she was not around.

"Just for the love of the Seven, if you have any other things that I don't know yet, tell me instead of suddenly showcasing your abilities." "Then how about I sit with you in the cafeteria tomorrow for a chat?" "... Will it give me a headache?" "Actually, probably." "I think I may be regretting my words way sooner than I expected."

Hope you enjoy it! This is my first written work for TWST being published online, and I'm still getting the hang of writing everyone, but I'm a practical learner >:))

Have a great Day/Night!

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

haze

fantasizing about frat chapter president! eren....

pairing: Frat Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader, side Porco x Fem!Reader

tw: eren is MEAN as fuck, dubcon touching, cheating, degradation, power play, misogyny, abuse, ooc, i love porco but I'm slandering him here...so sorry. dark content.

eren slides a hand up your thigh from the mini-dress you're wearing, and you're just a little confused bc you're pretty sure he has a girlfriend, and you're pretty sure he knows you have a boyfriend.

but he clearly doesn't care. he's telling you to not make a scene, and you're indignant. well as indignant as you can be. you're soft around the edges, meek to a fault and you find it hard to raise your voice.

he's mocking you.

"is m-my boyfriend the only thing you know how to say?" he emphasizes your stutter. you nervously look around, locking your eyes with a boy with slicked-back dark blond hair and swimming-athlete broad shoulders. when you try to get up, eren's strong hand presses on your thigh to prevent you from escaping.

he follows your trembling gaze and a smirk creeps into his mouth, "that's him right? your boyfriend?" he spits the word out like it's coated in venom.

you don't confirm or deny but that's all eren needs.

"Galliard!" eren calls out. your eyes widen in surprise, and porco is surprised too. but nonetheless, he walks over, hesitation evident with every step.

he doesn't say anything about the way eren is touching you, about his hand groping your thighs like a lifeline.

you know porco. he's very prideful and stubborn and had a tendency to rush into things headfirst but he's also kind and gentle and immensely protective over you.

so, if he was all of these things, why did he stand before eren like a dog with its tail tucked between his legs? there was not even a hint of the usual bravado you've been accustomed to seeing when he was with reiner.

eren pulls you right next to him, his arm wrapped around your waist. there's practically no space in between you two. he's close enough to smell your shampoo.

"your girlfriend is pretty." he says flatly. no not flatly, there's a sneer accompanying his tone.

porco gulps.

you don't what's happening, but eren grabs your dress-clad tit with no hesitation, groping and squeezing your nipple. he must have noticed you weren't wearing a bra.

"isn't she pretty galliard."

your boyfriend is perplexed, unsure of what the fuck is happening: "ye-yeah she is." it's a lame comment and eren sighs like he's bored.

his sharp fingernails dig into the plush of your thigh, "how badly do you wanna join this frat, galliard?"

porco is trying to process what he's just been asked but the answer escapes before he could force it back, "m-more than anything." he repeats himself as if to assure himself, "more than anything."

eren smiles, too wide and full of teeth to be genuine. "that's good...that's good" he hums.

he runs a hand through his pretty dark hair, "well I'll cut to the chase. you wanna join my chapter and I wanna fuck your girlfriend."

you gasp, instantly looking to porco but he can't meet your eyes. why were you being treated like you had no agency? your noises of disagreements and whiny complaints are snuffed by eren's large hand covering your mouth.

"shut up. the men are talking."

he then redirects the conversation back to porco, "you really haven't trained her much, have you?"

what the fuck?! yeah sure you may have been the shyest kid in class but even you had your limits. you've always thought frats were stupid and couldn't understand your boyfriend's obsession with getting into one, especially this one, the supposedly most prestigious and exclusive one.

you bite down on eren's hand. he moves his hand away with an unnatural quickness, cursing under his breath.

"stupid bitch" if looks could kill, his green eyes would have shot you dead thousand times by now, "you're a wild fucking animal." than he gives your body a once-over, staring obnoxiously, "do you fuck like one too?"

porco also looked surprised and nervous. whether for himself or for you, you don't know.

"your girlfriend bit me." he states calmly to porco, "what are we gonna do about that?"

you can't move, you're still trapped by eren's hands and the way porco is standing is over you, he's locking you in.

"she'll apologize, she will."

"no I won't!" you shriek.

eren sighs, taking a long hit of his dab pen, zeroing in the smoke before blowing the cloud on porco's face. the blond merely winces.

"you heard the lady" the dark-haired boy shurgs, "so I have an idea."

you could feel your heartbeat pounding.

"Hit her."

time seemed to slow down. "w-what?" porco's face lost all of its color. "a slap or something. you can backhand her if you want to."

backhand her if you want to. the words echoed in your ears like a frenzy of sounds, you were only hearing it, can't even understand it.

eren pushes you onto his lap, and iron-clad grip on your waist. he transfers your weight like you're no more than a feather. you know he's an athlete, that he's strong, but this strong?

"i-i'm not going to do that."

the dark-haired boy chuckles, "how many generations of your family have been accepted into this frat huh? you have legacy and couldn't even get in your freshman year. jesus christ, you're literally only standing before me because you have legacy."

he's continuing his verbal assault, "and with this fuckin chick, stop your dramatics. it's so cute that you're acting like a good boyfriend when you had your tongue down pieck's throat literally last night."

"w-what" your voice is no more than a whisper, tears welling in your eyes.

you can't even hold yourself back as you stare at your boyfriends, no, ex-boyfriends' eyes and utter, "you are fucking pathetic."

you're not exactly surprised when you see his hand raised, and you brace yourself from the impact, closing your eyes shut.

the impact never comes. you open your eyes to see eren holding his wrist. he lets out a low whistle, "seesh were you really about to hit your girl?"

this is the first time you've seen porco sputter. eren takes another hit of his pen, "get the fuck out of here."

porco has the audacity to look back at you before he turns on his heel and leaves like a cowardly dog.

"let me go."

eren's lips are pressed to your neck, "no...i don't think i will."

kofi

taglist: @imjustsomebodyelse @forwardpair @cinnamon-n-roses @candy-hime

[silversatoru]

Can i regurst a gojo x reader smut where y/n is gojo’s ex girlfriend and also a strong jujutsu sorcerer and they get back together asdfghjkl 🥺😂? Tyy 🥺

hehhee yes ma’am here u are!!! i actually loved writing this one (i think i just have a thing for writing gojo lately lmao) anyway! i! hope! you! enjoy!

to heaven and back

gojo satoru x f! sorcerer!reader

synopsis: you and your ex, gojo satoru, beat the hell out of a few special grade curses and then head back to his house to rekindle an old (and kind of kinky) flame

tags/warnings: nsfw (18+), smut, handcuffs, blindfolding, little bit of oral sex, teasing, alcohol consumption, some fluff at the end? just a little

word count: 3.1k

You lifted your elegant glass of random wine that you could care less about knowing the name of, and took a long sip. All of these old rich bastards talked way too much about brand names, aging, and what cheese paired well with each wine. They were missing what was really important — which one would get you drunk the quickest. 

These kinds of formal events weren’t really your scene, and having to listen to a bunch of old, conservative, high-up jujutsu leaders was terribly boring — so why not take this opportunity to get a little tipsy? You deserved it for putting up with all of these assholes. After all, the only reason they invited you to this prestigious event was for protection. If that pesky band of special grade curses caught wind that all of the higher ups from both Kyoto and Tokyo were in the same place, they were sure to launch some kind of attack. The old, wrinkly douchebags couldn’t care less about your opinions of the jujutsu world and how you would change it, they only liked you for incredible cursed technique. 

And so here you were, spitefully wearing your most elegant dress and downing glasses of wine in an attempt to drown out all of the nonsense around you. There was only one thing that could make this event any worse and— 

“Hello everyone! The strongest jujutsu sorcerer has arrived — I know you were all looking forward to my appearance”. 

And there it was. There was that one thing that could make this event any worse. Gojo Satoru.

You dipped your head low, burying yourself in your glass of wine and praying to any god who would listen to not let this man see you. It’s been over two years since the two of you broke up, but he still wasn’t someone you enjoyed running into. 

Gojo was terribly notorious for having a long line of girls at his disposal, and with his incredible strength and annoyingly good-looks, it wasn’t hard to understand why. The two of you had never been in an officially committed relationship, and so technically Gojo was free to do as he pleased — but you were practically dating and your heart ached every time you caught wind of him being with another woman. And so two years ago you cut things off with him for good — you were tired of being the one he always ran back to at the end of the day. 

He’d looked at you with eyes full of pain that night, begging and pleading to stay with him. He showed you a vulnerable side to him that you had never seen before — and he swore to you that if you had asked to make things official, he would have committed himself to you fully. You declined however, because you felt like you shouldn’t have needed to ask for that kind of thing — but maybe that was just your ego getting in the way. 

“Hey, beautiful, I’ve never seen you around before, you must be from the Tokyo campus,” Some random assistant casually leaned against the counter you were sitting at and shook you out of your thoughts.

“If you’ve never seen me before then you must not be very important,” You shot him a distasteful glance, taking another sip of your wine. 

The man’s face lit up with panic — he must not have been expecting such retaliation to his pathetic attempt of flirting. 

“Are you bothering her?” A familiar voice came from behind you — a long, slender hand slapping down onto your shoulder, “Please don’t flirt with my wife”. 

“Ah- Wife? I’m so sorry, sir,” The man stumbled over his words, bowing his head to Gojo and scurrying away. 

Gojo wasted no time sliding into the seat next to you and pouring himself a glass of wine from the bottle you’d already been working on. 

“Really? You’re telling people I’m your wife now?” You gave him a deadpanned look. 

“It worked, didn’t it?” He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his glass. 

You rolled your eyes hard, “Why are you here, Satoru?” 

“Same reason as you. The old, conservative pussies are afraid those special grades might attack — so why not invite their two prized sorcerers to protect them?” 

“Fair,” You let out a heavy sigh, “Not sure that was their best move though — I don’t think either one of us is very motivated to save these fuckers”. 

“No, but I brought my students with me today. So, if anything does happen, make sure you put on a show for them,” He winked, already topping off his wine glass. 

You looked over to see a few kids sitting a couple tables away from the two of you, chatting amongst themselves and wondering why the fuck they had to be here. 

And so an hour or two went by, and to your surprise, you found yourself laughing hysterically alongside Gojo. The two of you had definitely drank a bit too much, and your personalities complimented each other a little too perfectly. You shared the same terrible sense of humor and he had quite the knack for bringing out this lighthearted side of you. You had missed moments like this these past two years. 

Neither of you were paying any attention to the current debate that was occurring between the higher ups when a loud crash sent broken pieces of glass flying through the grand hall. Sure enough, the curses had made their appearance and came flying into the building through a now broken window.

“It’s our time to shine, huh?” Gojo looked over at you, and you imagined that his icy blue eyes were swirling with excitement under that mask. 

“Yeah, let’s make this quick,” You found a warm ball of excitement churning in your own stomach — it’d been a long time since the two of you had fought together. 

Your technique revolved around the manipulation of cursed energy and converting it into light. You could wrap yourself in a shield of light, send curse-filled bursts of light at your enemies, and move at the speed of light as well — which was almost as efficient as Gojo’s teleportation abilities. You had a series of more advanced moves as well, but those required more energy output and therefore you used them a little less often.

The two of you were both able to move so fast that the curses really didn’t stand a chance. You found yourself laughing as you flipped through the air, hurling balls of light at the curses as Gojo worked closer in hand-to-hand combat. At one point, while the two of you were flying past each other, Gojo stuck out his hand and gave you a high five, both of you smiling like maniacs who enjoyed fighting a little too much. 

Between Gojo’s Limitless and your extreme agility and bursts of light, the curses were quickly forced to flee. Both of you were feeling much too drunk and much too lazy to chase after them, even with all of the higher ups begging you to do so. Gojo simply flipped them off and stuck out his tongue, saying that he did what they paid him to do — keep the curses away — and now that the curses had been scared off, he was no longer needed. 

“You want to come back with me, relieve more of our old memories together? I remember how much you loved sleeping in my king sized bed,” Gojo looked back at you, offering one of his large, slender hands. 

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was your stupid, stupid heart, but you reached out and took his hand, “Fuck it, let’s go”. 

Gojo’s house on the outskirts of the Tokyo campus was just as you remembered — sleek black interior with modern furniture and extravagantly silky sheets on his bed — his same bed that you were currently sprawled out on, laying in nothing but your undergarments. 

Gojo joined you a couple minutes later, his bare skin warm and familiar against yours. He pressed a few sloppy kisses to your lips, both of you still incredibly tipsy and unable to stop the small giggles from leaking out between your lips while you kissed. 

“Take the blind fold off you weirdo,” You pulled at the back of the black fabric. 

“Mmm, okay,” He mumbled, undoing the knot and exposing his piercing blue eyes.

“So pretty,” You murmured under your breath — his eyes really were the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in your life

His fluffy silver hair fell down messily over his face, a drunken smile stretched across his lips. His smile quickly turned into a devilish grin as he slipped the mask over your eyes instead, tying a tight not at the back of your head.

“This isn’t what I meant,” You droned, but you didn’t argue — you certainly weren’t opposed to being blindfolded.

“It looks good on you,” He slurred, his words messy and his lips even messier as he pressed them back against yours. 

The kisses seemed to last forever, and both of you were perfectly okay with that — your hands taking their time exploring each other’s bodies for the first time in far too long. 

Gojo’s hands worked their way up your back, tracing lines along your toned muscles until he finally reached the nape of your neck. His fingers entangled themselves in your hair, soft hums coming from his lips.

“I still have handcuffs, if you’re still into that sort of thing,” he mused, massaging his fingertips into your scalp. 

“Damn, I can’t believe you remember what I like. I thought my preferences would have gotten lost among the sea of other women you were pleasing,” You let the snarky remark roll off your tongue, though there was clearly no real spite in your words — you’re both adults and what happened then was in the past now.

“It wasn’t even that many,” He defended, “And you were the only one who ever mattered”. 

“I’m flattered,” You laughed, “Now, where are those handcuffs?” 

Gojo stifled a deep laugh, his hands leaving your hair as he lifted himself up and stood from the bed. When he returned a few moments later, there was cool metal wrapping around both of your wrists. He had two sets of handcuffs, putting one on each wrist and then hooking the other side to the bed posts. 

You were entirely at his disposal now, your hands secured over your head and your vision blocked off by the black mask. 

“I could tickle you right now and there’s nothing you could do,” Gojo observed aloud, pressing kisses up the side of your torso.

“Satoru, I would kick the living shit out of you,” You threaten, goosebumps growing under your skin. 

“Yeah, but you can’t touch me unless I let you,” He retaliated, his soft hands reaching underneath your bra to feel your breasts.

You groaned in response — his Limitless really did make him impossible.

He cupped each of his hands around your firm lumps, gently massaging them between his fingers. His cool fingertips then made their way down to your lower body, swiftly removing your remaining underwear. You were now completely exposed to him, chills running down your spine as you wondered what he would do next. 

You heard a shaky breath leave his lips, his hungry hands massaging circles into your thighs, “God, you’re so beautiful. I missed you so much, you know that?” 

“I’m sure you did,” You breathed, “I’m a wonderful person to be around”. 

Gojo let out a hearty laugh, and you heard what you assumed to be the sound of his own underwear getting thrown to the floor. A few seconds later he was straddling your torso, his warm thighs wrapped around your body. You couldn’t see it, but you knew his massive member had to be right in front of your face now. 

“Remind me what that pretty mouth can do,” He cooed, pressing the tip of his length gently to your lips. 

You graciously granted him access, parting your lips and taking the head of his cock into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip, earning a few twitches from Gojo’s body. You began to bob your head back and forth as much as the handcuffs allowed, a few quiet moans leaving his throat in response. 

He began to move his hips against you, gingerly pushing his member deeper and deeper into your mouth until you were taking the full length down your throat. He groaned and let a few curse words slide from between his teeth — your mouth was wrapped so perfectly around him. Tears pricked at your eyes and a couple rough gags ripped through your throat, Gojo finally pulling away and allowing you to catch your breath. 

After that, you felt a single one of his long, slim fingers slide into your mouth, and you wasted no time wrapping it in your tongue and sucking hard. 

“Good girl,” He murmured, plucking his finger back out of your mouth and moving it down to your aching entrance. 

Between the saliva on his finger and the slick juices around your opening — his finger slid in effortlessly. He started moving in quick movements, curling his finger up into your g-spot each time. A few light moans left your lips, your fists clenching in the cuffs as your yearned for more. His finger felt good, but you wanted the real thing — you needed it.

“Satoru, please,” You practically whined his name, a tiny bit ashamed for how desperate you were for him right now. 

“Patience, love,” He clicked his tongue and your heart did somersaults at the endearing name. 

He removed his singular finger and intertwined it with a second one before sliding them back into your cavern. He picked up a steady pace again, your breath hitching in your throat. Two fingers was certainly better than one, but the continuous teasing was just making you even more desperate to feel his member inside of you. You mumbled his name over and over, small pleads and shameless whispers leaving your mouth as you bucked your hips against his hands.

“No ones fucked you as good as I used to, have they? You’re horribly desperate right now” He clicked his tongue again, removing his fingers and moving them up to your clit. He rubbed the smallest, softest circles against the small nub, your core growing warmer with desire. 

“I won’t make you wait any longer then,” He whispered, sitting back and positioning the head of his length against your throbbing cunt. 

“Please,” You mumbled fervently, any ego or pride that you once had was completely down the drain now. 

Your pleads were finally rewarded, Gojo pressing himself deep into your tight walls. The immediate feeling was complete bliss, your head rolling back in pleasure as you heard a throaty moan creep it’s way out of Gojo’s mouth. His moans were so pretty — god, you’d missed the sound of them.  

He moved in and out at a tantalizingly slow pace at first, your hips bucking and wiggling as you made fervent attempts to make him go faster.

“So eager…” He shook his head, continuing to move at a pace that was absolutely agonizing — you thought you might die if he didn’t rail the hell out of you soon. 

“Please, fuck,” You gasped, “Stop moving so goddamn slowly”. 

“Your whines are so pretty, baby. Say my name and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” He murmured, his voice low and husky. 

“Fucking hell,” You gritted your teeth, “Please Satoru, please fuck me already”. 

“Shit,” He mumbled under his breath, your words sending electricity coursing through his body. 

After hearing you say that, he was quick to give you what you wanted, picking up his pace and wrapping his hands firmly around your hips. Strangled combinations of moans, whimpers, and cries filled the air as they flew from your mouth. You didn’t care how loud or desperate you sounded, you wanted him to know how good he was making you feel. 

The two of you were an entangled mess of sweaty skin and throaty moans, Gojo filling your ears with praises and compliments the entire time. His lengthy member railed into you over and over, hitting that perfect pleasure point with each stroke and sending warm surges of ecstasy through your veins. 

Your bodies moved together in sync, your breaths aligning and your climaxes threatening to arrive simultaneously. After a few more firm strokes, you felt yourself drowning in pleasure — euphoria crashing through your body like waves. Gojo reached his end point just a few moments later, his loud cuss words and strangled moans filling your ears. 

The two of you rode out your orgasms together, and almost immediately afterwards Gojo collapsed next to you. He lazily reached up and uncuffed each of your hands, leaving the cuffs dangling from his bed posts just in case there was a round two in his future. He rolled the sticky condom off his member and tossed into a nearby trash bin, a relaxed sigh slipping between his parted lips. You peeled the black mask off of your eyes, finally able to meet his again. 

He was staring at you with eyes filled with all kinds of emotions — the emotions that he’d been too afraid to admit to the first time the two of you were together. But he wasn’t afraid of commitment anymore, he was absolutely certain about what he wanted, and it was you. 

“Stay with me,” He asked, his eyes pleading with you, “I’m ready this time, I promise. I’m all yours, if you’ll have me”. 

You found a small smile tugging at the edges of your lips as you looked deeper into his eyes, “Of course I’ll stay, as long as you still feel this way when you wake up sober tomorrow”. 

“I’ll feel this way forever,” He pressed his head into you and mumbled into your chest, “And I’ll remind you as many times as you need to hear it”. 

You wrapped your arms around him in response, the two of you fitting impeccably together. He placed a few gentle kisses to your skin before his breathes began to slow. You found your own breathing to be evening out, your cloudy thoughts pushing you closer and closer to sleep. The two of you slowly drifted off together, your heavy breaths falling perfectly in sync.

[chocominnie]

One Last Time 01  —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Word Count : 4.3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

The winter’s coldness is hardly enough for you to bear. Even though it’s just the beginning, Seoul is known to just go from season to season without a fucking warning. Not only that, but the first snowfall is going to come soon. The weatherman has been talking about it non-stop for the past few days. It’s going to be a brutal one he says but he says that every year so why believe?

Turning off your alarm, you take a few minutes to collect yourself and stretch. Barely any sleep once again but that’s an everyday thing now.. without Jimin. It’s been some rough months not having his body wrapped snugly onto yours. These days you long for his touch, but completely dread at the same time for very good reasons.

Your kitten greets you with small licks on your thigh in which in return you pet her head softly with a smile.

‘‘ At least I still have you babygirl. You keep me company. “ You coo softly while grabbing your phone off the charger. Texts from your best-friend just spamming you with love and apparently she’s coming over. Great. That’s normal.  But one text catches your eye. Jeon Jungkook.

You furrow your eyebrows as your finger slides to open it after typing in your password. In relief, he’s just checking up on you as always. Rolling your eyes, you muster enough strength to actually pull yourself out of bed. The cold tiles hit your feet like icicles. You jump from from foot to foot cursing yourself for not turning on the floor heaters as you walk out the room. Clara, your kitten, follows you out purring nonchalantly with a few meows here and there.

‘’ Alright Clara I hear you. Im getting your food now.’’ You chuckle, grabbing her food from the bottom kitchen cabinet right under the sink and pour her half a cup of cat food and a whole bowl of water.

After snacking on your morning granola bar you prepare yourself for your morning routine. Shower, brush teeth, skin care, get dressed, clean. Your phone dings once more just before stripping yourself of your clothes. You don’t bother to look it’s probably just a social media notification.

Drying your hair with a towel as you get out the steaming hot shower, you head straight for the mirror. Dark circles remain under your eyes from months of barely any sleep. You sigh, and gently rub under them. Jimin is the cause of this. Why would he do this to you. Surely enough he would not like to see you like this at all. The worriedness he would have over you is huge. But he has moved on and you just have to accept it no matter how in-love you still are with him.

As you clean up around the living room, another ding from your phone occurs. A groan escapes your lips as you place the pillows back as they should be. In hopes of it just being your manager giving you some good news, you let out a sigh and plop yourself down on the grey suede couch. Three new messages. Jeon Jungkook, who has text you twice, and Ryan your bestfriend. 

‘‘ Damn it Ryan why must you consistently text me twenty four sev- “

“ Beause I need to know if you’re okay.”

You jump and drop your phone onto the hardwood floor from the voice that comes from around you.

“ Holy fucking shit you scared me! “  You whine, turning around to face your best-friend. She smiles and holds out her arms for a hug. You roll your eyes and open yours waiting for her embrace.

“ Oh i’ve missed you so so so so so so so-”

“ You just seen me yesterday..” Your voice sarcastic and bland as you let go of her. You sit on the couch first followed by Ryan sitting right next to you.

She looks good today, the navy blue coat she has on suits her very well. Although, you cannot figure out why she decided to wear leggings today. It’s going to rain a bit later but you disregard that seeing as though she’s the fashion deisgner and not you.

You. The model and seemingly ex girlfriend of one of the biggest solo idol in the world right now. Thats what they call you in the news, headlines in magazines, and real life as if you don’t have a real name and just was his acessory. Your modeling career had taken off way before dating him. The world, or Seoul to say the most, didn’t acklowledge you to that point yet. 

“ Okay but still. You know we should be roomates. It’ll be easier for me to watch over you. “

Your head turns towards her quickly shaking no, “ I don’t need to be looked over im 20 years old.”

Silence takes place for the next few seconds. You know what she’s going to say next but pray she doesn’t. Those words will just make you even more upset. It’s already enough you have that constant reminder in your head. 

You watch her fiddle with the rings on her index and pinky fingers. “ But you know… you haven’t been the same since you and Jimi-”

“ Don’t fucking say it. I don’t want to hear it.”

She sighs harshly and stands up, “ Im just worried about you Yn”

“ Don’t be. Im fine. “ That lie escaped your tongue way too easily. 

Truthfully you haven’t and won’t be fine. Everyday there is something new about that girl and Jimin on twitter. Gossip pages, twitter fanpages, and online entertainment pages just always talking about them. They did this, they did that today. Oh we caught them going to this and that restaurant. That used to be you and him.. but now everyone has forgotten about you and focused on them.

Ever since you’ve told reporters and paparazzi repeatedly that you will not be holding or going to any interview they just stopped. A few calls here and there to your manager about scheduling one but she knew you didn’t want to do them so every request is denied. Although its been a year and some change, they still seem to want your side and your opinion to weigh in on. I guess that’s what happens when you date an Idol.

“ The door.. Y/N the door somebody is at the door.” Ryan says, tapping you over and over. You shake your head interrupting your thoughts for the time being. A few more knocks come through.

Finally up onto your feet you harshly walk to the door with each step making noise. It’s to early in the morning for someone to actually be knocking at the door right now. Whoever it is better be dropping off some sort of package, or they’ll surely get a piece of your mind.

Your frail hands grab onto the doorknob and swing it open. Your eyes almost pop through your sockets. How? How did he know you were here? You certainly did not tell him your knew address.

There he stands, his tall frame looking down on you. Lips formed into a tiny pout along with his eyebrows scrunched slightly. His brown eyes forming an ungodly stare into yours with his specs on.

“ Yn! Do you know how worried I was about you? Why did you not answer my messa-”

“Jungkook how do you know where I live?” You pace your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow at him. To your knowledge, you never gave Jungkook your new apartment address.

Jungkook swallows slowly and puts on his best innocent face on. Oh please like that would work in this moment right now. The only person who has this address is Ryan because she’s the one who helped you move. Even if you had the choice of not giving it out to Ryan you would of but you couldn’t do that to her. She would of been so upset.

Ryan’s voice blares in the background full of excitement. Here we fucking go. “Jungkook! Come in Come in.”

“ Ryan says I could come in.” He says quickly, brushing past you and removing his shoes.

You heavily sigh and slam the door shut. What is this a family reunion? On your way back to the couch you notice them laughing and giggling like two five year old children. They don’t even notice you when you sit right across from them.

You study their expressions. Their chemistry is something so strong. The way their eyes light up when they meet, the way that Jungkook smiles and scrunches his nose more often when she’s around. You miss that. You miss doing that.

“ So are you both coming along this afternoon?”

Your attention focuses back on them. Of course you weren’t paying attention once again.

Your eyes slowly meet with theirs, “ Huh? Where are we going?”

“ Kookie finally bought a house! He wants us to come tonight for chicken and beer. You’re coming right?”

A sharp pain goes through your heart. If the both you you guys go then theirs a possibility that Jimin was invited too. After all, that is his brother. If Jimin comes then he’s most likely going to bring Isabel. A recipe for disaster. Your poor heart, that most likely could not bare the sight of them infront of you, would shatter into a million pieces.

Jungkook’s expression is ready to burst into happiness or to turn into a pout awaiting for your answer. If you let him down he’ll surely be mad at you. But putting yourself before him this time would be the right thing to do right?

“ Listen Jungkook I.. don’t think I can go.” You start off, playing with your hair with your head down.

“ I’ll space you two apart.”

Your face automatically lifts itself up in shock. Somehow, that little confirmation of Jimin being there, gave you some hope. Hope for what though?

 “ Wha-what do you mean?”

Jungkook sighs heavily with his hand going up to his brown hair running it through lightly. “ I’ll make sure you two are distanced apart. You don’t want to come because of Jimin but I’ll make sure I’ll invite more people to keep you company and away from him. Okay?”

“ Please Yn. I’ll be there too.” Ryan begs, laying her head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook smiles a little, caressing her cheek with his other hand upon waiting your response.

Weird. When did they get so close?

The first thing you want to say is that you really could not go. But they already know the excuse now. You might as well just give in.

‘‘ Fine. What time tonight? “

Skincare and makeup products are scattered everywhere on your vanity. You needed the perfect look for tonight that says ‘Yes im doing fine without you’, but in reality you’re doing worse. This is the night where you’ll actually see him. Damn it’s been a while.

After you apply your highlight you step back and take a look at yourself. Not bad at all. You smile to yourself and start cleaning up the mess of products you had  distributed across the vanity. A new text appears on you phone as soon as you gather everything up and put it back in it’s place. Grabbing your phone, it’s Ryan giving you the address to Jungkook’s new house.

You sigh and mentally prepare yourself, ‘‘ Okay Yn. You can do this. It’s just one night of conversing among people. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone new.”

Before heading out you grab your coat and scarf. Clara follows you all the way to the door letting out her little meows once again. You bend down to pet her head lightly with a smile. “ Clara im coming back. I’ve put food in your bowl babygirl.”

She purrs under your touch then walks away to settle herself in her bed. You take one last final look at your decent sized apartment before heading out.

The subway ride was agonizing pain for you due to it being 30 minutes long. Well, at-least you can ride the subway now. Your mind wouldn’t even of thought of that when you were with him. Everybody would have noticed you and bombard you with questions.

The outskirts of Seoul is peaceful and quite. Not many people live over here. Mostly famous actors and idols. The taxi takes a few minutes to get to the fairly clean subway station. Once you’re inside you take a good look at the driver who seems to be eyeing you in suspicion. You pull out your phone and read the words to the address exactly to him. The taxi man pulls of into the empty streets of god knows where.

All it took was a ten minute ride and then you’re there. The taxi man pulls up to a security guard booth. Just beyond the gates is more street but  by squinting your eyes you can make out just a few newly built houses.

‘‘ Who are you here to see?” The taxi driver says.

“ Jeon Jungkook.?

The driver talks to the man for a few seconds before you see the security guard pick up a phone and start dialing. The security is extremely uptight, thats good. After a few moments of speaking the security guard finally opens the gates to be let through.

As you pull up to the house you’re automatically mesmerized on how big and beautiful it is. There’s fresh bushes and some white roses growing in the front of it complementing the white modern style home. The roundabout is full of luxurious cars, in which might be all the other guests.

‘‘ 10 dollars’‘ He says. You give him the ten, thank him, and grab your purse, closing the door behind you.

Your eyes meet face to face with the expensive house. Behind you is the tire wheels backing up and running off back down the roundabout. The time on your watch reads 8:15. Only fifteen minutes late, not bad right?

With each step you take fear quivers inside of you. What if he opens the door? What if that girl opens it instead? The wind blows harsh-fully hitting your cheeks making them turn slightly colored. You raise a small, shaky fist to knock on the door. Your blood turning cold, and face turning pale already. Your anxiety already taking its place inside of your body.

The door swings open revealing Ryan smiling from ear to ear. She pulls you inside without even a greeting. You kick your shoes off in a hurry as she pulls you more and more inside. Scanning the area around you, its a nice huge place. First the both of you pass the entrance, then the chef sized kitchen, which then leads you to the spacious living room where everybody seems to be sitting.

All eyes are on you now with some familiar faces and some not. They smile and greet you one by one and you slightly bow your head with a fake smile.

‘‘ Ah Yn, nice to see you again huh.’‘ Hoseok, the smiley one says, getting up from his seat to greet you once more.

‘‘ Nice to see you to Hoseok. Is Chae-Yeon here? I’ve baked the cookies she likes.’’  You say, holding up the big tuba-wear of freshly baked cookies. Nobody can resist those.

‘‘ No she had to work sadly, but I will enjoy them for her.’‘ He chuckles, bringing the tuba-wear out of your dainty, cold hands.

A very familiar voice booms from behind you causing you to turn around. “ Yn! You actually did come!’’ Jungkook, the owner of the voice exclaims. He wipes his hands with a napkin just before pulling you into a hug.You pat his back just before letting go.

Ryan smiles and shakes her head, “ I told you she would come.’’

Only one hour and 30 minutes into the festivities and half of the people here are drunk or nearly there. You on the other hand do not drink at all. Staying sober throughout this whole party is a must. Who knows what would happen if you start drinking and saying things.Ryan seems to be doing good with Jungkook who’s laying on the floor laughing and cracking jokes with her head laying on his stomach giggling along with him. The others have casually invited themselves into the guest game-room to play some pool.

You just sit there on the couch, munching on a cookie and smiling and laughing here and there at one of Seokjin and Jungkook’s back-to-back jokes that seem to never leave the air.

Only for a knock on the door to interrupt  their flow of jokes.

‘‘ I got it I got it.” Seokjin stammers, placing a beer bottle down and stumbling towards the door. You freeze, face turning pale once more. It’s them. It could be them. Your teeth find their way to your lips and you begin to chew on it excessively.

Ryan notices it and automatically gets up from Jungkook, ‘‘ Come Yn, lets go see if the game of pool is interesting.’‘

You nod your head slightly as you get up from the couch. What are you worrying for? You look extravagant tonight. No need to worry yourself.

Just before taking your first few steps you stop, that voice. That oh so familiar voice begins to inch closer and closer. The famous laugh that he always tries to stifle by putting his hand over his mouth, that you’ve always thought was so fucking cute, fills the air.

You don’t know what got over you, but you sit back down dragging Ryan down with you. “ Yn? What are you doing I thought you wanted to avoid him.’’

‘’ No it’s okay. Im going to be fine.’‘ You say, awaiting upon his arrival into the room.

The footsteps are haunting you with each step they take.

one..two..three..four..five..si-

‘‘ Everyone, Isabel and Jimin are here.’‘ Seokjin stammers, smiling wide clearly drunk from all the beer consumed.

Your eyes go directly towards his. The pit of your stomach flutters with nervousness as you hold the long stare with him. His facial expression shocked but not showing it at all. His partner, who’s arm is linked with his, smiles brightly at everyone bowing her head slightly to them including you.

‘‘ Sorry we are late. Jimin didn’t want to come out of his home studio but I’ve made him come along with me.’‘ Her voice gentle and soft.

‘‘ Yn I forgot let me show you my new painting i have received.” Jungkook says quickly, trying to escape you from the awkwardness.You can bare it though its not as bad as you thought.

‘‘ Maybe later Kookie. I’m going to grab some juice.”  You say, getting up from your spot. You brush past Jimin lightly with Ryan tailing along with you.

The spacious kitchen was perfect for you to escape for just a moment. Silence is golden. Ryan sighs, pouring you and her a glass of juice. Nothing is to be said yet. But you know she really wants to have her input.

Raising the glass to your lips, you take a sip letting the tanginess run across your tongue and down your throat. ‘’ Say it Ryan.’’

She puts her cup down and looks at you with your eyebrows furrowed, ‘’ You aren’t fine. Please just avoid them for the night.’’

You knew it was coming but you have to face the fact that they area couple anyways so why avoid it? Maybe your mind will finally accept it to see it in person.

‘‘ I have to face it one way or another so why not now?’‘

She shakes her head in disapproval, finishing the rest of her juice. “ No you don’t. You’re making yourself suffer and I don’t like it.’’

‘‘ Yn.. did you make these cookies?’‘ A voice says behind you. Ryan’s eyes go wide and then looks at you signaling for you to not turn around. But you do it anyways.

Isabel. How dare she call you by a pet name? You don’t even know her like that and she’s doing this. Anger wants to get the best of you but you remain humble and calm.

‘‘ Yes. Is there a problem though? Are they not good?’‘ You say, putting on your best innocent act.

She smiles as she moves a piece of hair of her perfectly framed face, ‘’ No they are great! I was wondering if i can have the recipe.. for Jimin’s purpose of course.’’

You breathe through your nostrils with your eyes closed. She knows what she’s doing. She likes seeing you suffer huh? ‘’ You can follow any recipe online. I just add almond extract and substitute white sugar for brown.’’

Ryan shakes her head slightly while sticking her cup into the sink. ‘’ I’m going to be back I have to use the restroom.’’

Once she leaves Isabel’s smile drops.’’ Almond? Im- Im allergic!” She says, semi yelling at you. You’re shocked more or so at the sudden outburst that you can’t speak. You had zero knowledge of her being allergic, it’s an accident for sure.

 “You did this on purpose!’’ She says, tears filling her eyes as she goes into a coughing fit.

Shit. You didn’t know if anyone was allergic to nuts here but you had put it in anyways because that was the secret ingredient

‘’ I- I didn’t know im sorry is there anything I can do?’’ You say, guilt taking over you while you rush to her side patting her back. 

‘‘ Get off of me! You did this on purpose! You never liked me anyways. Jimin! Jimin!‘ She scream’s, coughing and wheezing making her face red.

Multiple footsteps rush into the kitchen. You don’t know what to do at this point so you just back away and let whoever take over. All the commotion going on and yelling is starting to give you a slight headache. All of the boys surround her, bombarding with questions and asking each other what to do. 

‘‘ What’s all the yelling about? What happened! “ Jungkook exclaims rushing towards her hunched over body.

‘‘ What’s going on? “ That voice that haunts you everynight finally comes inside the kitchen. When he see’s Isabel he automatically rushes towards her side. It pains you to see him rush to another woman’s body. But that figure is no longer yours so he has every right to do that.

‘‘ She-She put almond in the cookies on purpose! She’s trying to–to-’‘ She manages to wheeze out before another coughing fit.

Jimin’s eyes meet yours full of rage but then taken over by concern. He knows your hurt. Still hurt from the past and from this very situation now. You don’t manage to keep eye contact, so the floor is your eyes’ bestfriend right now.

‘‘ Yn. is this true? Why would you do that?”  He says, eyes never leaving yours and voice soft.

You shake your head quickly, “ I didn’t know she was allergic. I always put almond extract an-’’

“ You knew better than to put any type or form of nut in a dish when bringing it to ones house. You never know if someone has an allergy to it.’‘ Jungkook scolds you, eyes furrowed in shame.

‘‘ Don’t blame her. She didn’t fucking know.” Ryan’s voice enters the room in madness. She comes to your side with her arms crossed. Your own personal savior. Without her, you’d still be feeling guilty and taking the blame.

‘‘ Besides, you knew better than to invite him if you knew he was going to bring the girl he cheated on her with.. right?’‘ She says, cocking her head to the side as her attitude takes over.

The room is silent again. Good girl Ryan. 

Isabel lifts her head in disbelief along with Jimin. “ Listen that’s beside the point. Just don’t do it again.” Jimin says, focusing his attention back on Isabel. He reaches into her purse to grab her Epi-pen.

His scolding is enough to send your eyes into tears. You shouldn’t of agreed to come. This is a disaster. You take the tuba-wear of cookies from the counter on your way out of the kitchen and dispose of them. Your vision is blurry and you don’t know where your going but you just need some air. You make lefts and rights down long and short hallways till you reach a room that has a balcony.

You slip on who-ever’s house slippers and open the sliding door revealing the winter’s cold harsh air. You lean on the railing and close your eyes breathe in and out heavily.

Wiping the tears away, You open our eyes and look straight ahead. The whole city is lit up such a beautiful view for a sad moment. The sad moment is cut short by the sliding door opening and closing. You don’t bother to turn around it’s probably just Ryan checking on you again. When are people going to stop doing that?

“ Yn.”

Thats the last voice you wanted to hear.

‘�� Are you happy? Happy for scolding me infront of everybody.”  You sniffle, wiping away your leaking nose.

You hear some rustling before something is placed on your shoulders. You look down at the material and shrug it off of you.

‘‘ Give it to your girlfriend.”

‘‘ I can’t let you be cold. Put it back on.’‘ He sighs, picking it back up and coming closer to you. You both stand side by side. Jimin puts his jacket around you once more and before you could re-do your action just before, he speaks.

‘‘ Shrug it off again and I’ll scold you. Do you understand?’‘ He says firmly.

You don’t bother to speak. Silence is golden.

‘‘ Listen.. i know you still aren’t over the fact that we are through but-”

‘‘ Shut up. I don’t want to hear it. Please go tend to your dying girlfriend.’‘ You say, sarcastically.

He huffs, “ She’s resting right now. She wouldn’t have to be if you wouldn’t of put-’’

You turn towards him slowly and meet his eyes daring for him to finish the rest of his sentence. ‘’ Don’t you fucking dare Park Jimin.’’

‘‘ Honorifics.’‘ He says, slightly looking down at you due to the height difference.

‘‘ You’re right Jimin-ssi.’‘

Jimin’s expression is taken a-back. You knew that one honorific word would hurt him.

‘‘ If we are done speaking I will take my leave now.” You say, eyes never leaving his as you take off his jacket and toss it to him, leaving him outside in the cold

This night was one of your worst mistakes. You thought you could handle it, but couldn’t. So maybe Ryan and Jungkook were right. Maybe you can’t handle it at all..

[leftsidebonfire]

Wouldn't Hurt a Fly

Summary: What happens when the world's sweetest flower child reaches a breaking point. Sanji takes a beating to protect Unaek. Unaek has had enough and takes things into her own hands.

And to those gods, I will speak bluntly

We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him

Please, rest assured that you might not fear a man

But to a woman, by the end, you'll kneel and plea

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Sanji x OC (Unaek Seveer)

Tagging: @supernaturallyginger @gummysharkqueen @dwellers-hollow @lawscorazon @amiahumanorsomething @its-that-guy-again @kakyoins-wifey-heart

There is violence in this fic, but not written in too much explicit detail. Unaek goes feral, that's pretty much it.

Every now and then there is an ultimatum where there are no good choices. Sanji had been strapped down into a chair and given two options.

"Someone in this room is getting a beating," the enemy had said. "Either you, or your girlfriend."

Sanji had begged Unaek to look away, to run, to hide, but there was no use. Two guards, henchmen, whatever the fuck they were, they grabbed her. The bigger of the two caught her with a dark and evil chuckle. "How noble," she mocked. "You thought you'd just get away and let your boyfriend take the heat for you, huh?" He asked in a false-pitying voice to the pleading girl. "No, you stay. You stay right the fuck here and watch what happens when you make other people do the dirty work for you."

Unaek was bawling and they hadn't even touched him yet.

A woman stepped up, cracking her joints and smiling evilly. "Keep in mind, pretty girl, this would have been you." She said, strinking Sanji across the face. She heard Sanji grunt, but hold his composure. The fact that she knew he was trying to remain strong because she was there only burned her more. She wanted to rip and scream and tear, anything she could to break free, to take the hits for him, to undo his choice and be the one hurting, not him.

Any time Unaek tried to look away from the beating, her chin was grabbed and her face turned toward her boyfriend, her love, and she was forced to watch blow after blow land on his sweet, delicate face. It didn't take long until he spat blood across the floor. He didn't have a fight in his eyes, that deep burning rage that compelled him to fight back or struggle. His soft blue eyes were only sad. They were the look that had given up, and resolved that this had to happen. He'd given up on her behalf, so that she wouldn't have to suffer.

But suffer she did.

"He's had enough! Stop!" She screamed, tears pouring like a faucet from her eyes as she pleaded for his safety.

But Sanji just looked up at her and tried to weakly smile. "Its okay, princess... I'll be fine." As his eye was blacked and she watched his lip split open against his teeth.

"YOURE KILLING HIM, STOP IT!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." The man growled. "He's the one being beaten and he's not even making noise, you whiny whore."

She wanted to kill them.

"Tell you what." The woman stopped her beating for a moment, turning over her shoulder to look at her. "The more you cry, the worse he gets. How's that sound?"

Unaek was shaking in rage and fear and heartbreak. Sanji's sweet face was swelling and bloody, his lips swollen, his nose probably broken, and all she could think was how desperately she wished she was in his place. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve any of it. For all the hell he'd gone through, and she'd promised she'd never let him hurt again. She felt like the world's worst girlfriend for being forced to sit there and watch, when all she wanted to do was hold him close and make sure nothing happened to him.

She pressed both hands to her mouth, to avoid making any more noise than necessary. Tears spilled down from her eyes, soaking her hands and cheeks as she felt the deep seated burning of her retinas. Her throat ached for all the things she wished she could say. She wondered if they weren't going to kill him, because the true torture was letting them both live knowing what they'd done. Forcing Sanji to remember his girlfriend's agonized screaming as she watched him take the beating meant for her. And Unaek knowing that Sanji would have been fine if he'd let her take it, and that she could do nothing to stop it.

For a very peaceful girl, she was enraged. She couldn't recall a time she'd ever felt so angry.

And of course it was a woman. Of course it was the one thing Sanji wouldn't fight back against. He wouldn't harm a woman, even if it killed him. And it very well might. He was already verging on unrecognizable. It was the first time Unaek had ever seen his nose bleeding from something that wasn't her, giving him soft and gentle kisses in the moonlight.

There was a moment, just a brief flash, where the woman pummeling her boyfriend glanced over her shoulder with a smug smirk across her lips. Her lips pursed, her brows lowered, like she was happy. Gloating. Looking back at Unaek's restrained sobbing, and she just laughed.

"You sure look like you want to kill me, dear." The woman cooed cruelly, a false sweetness to her voice that just made Unaek wish to punch her mouth to shut her up. "Look at her!" She taunted. "She's so angry! It's like a little kitten getting angry, it's almost too cute!"

Unaek was gritting her teeth but refusing to say a word. The woman lowered her hands from the beating for just a moment to face her. Her hands planted onto her hips and she gave her the bitchiest smile. "Oh, you look ready to murder me, don't you. But we both know you wouldn't hurt a fly." She just smirked. "That's where we're different. You're too pussy to defend your boyfriend, so now you have to watch him die. All this, and I get his bounty. How sad." She mocked Unaek's tears by drawing her finger from her eye down her cheek with a sad, pouty smile.

The guards just laughed loudly, enjoying the show. The cruel, awful, nightmare of a show.

All Unaek could hear was the blood rushing through her ears. It made her sound like she was boiling as the woman's words were met with a dull buzzing when Unaek's rage drowned her out. Unaek had heard the phrase 'seeing red' before but it really did feel like the corners of her eyes burned hot with anger. Her little slim hands were balling into fists and she didn't even know what to do with them as she'd never thrown a punch in her life. She was lucky were nails were short from working in her garden, or she'd have been tearing her palms up with the way she was squeezing her fists.

When the noise of Sanji's torture finally faded into nothing more than white noise, Unaek knew she had snapped. And all at once, the world around her melted into a blur.

Her palms burned hot, as if she'd dunked her hands into hot embers, and from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and her vines finally made themselves known.

The power to summon plants in any way, shape or form, with varying colors based on emotions, didn't seem like anything that could ever be useful in battle. It was a power she used to grow fruits to eat, or soft plush vines to pick things up or give her friends a small ride. She never imagined being able to do much in the way of combat.

But that idea was very short lived when she saw the vines bursting from her back, no longer soft and mossy, but bright red and thorny. The first one lashed like a whip, slicing thorny gashes along the taller henchman's chest and face. He screamed and reeled back, hands clasped to his cheeks as blood sprayed out.

At the same time, a second vine wrapped around the second's wrists, wrenching his hands off of her, forcing him to let go or get his hands ripped off. The vine's force lifted him right off the ground and threw him 10 feet behind her, where he surely broke his wrists from the force and landing combined.

But Unaek didn't even care about them.

Her adorable pink, flowery dress was stained with hot red blood.

Free of being held, she ran forward to stop the woman. Both of the vines struck forward, wrapping around her arms, cutting into her with the thorns and tearing her arms away from her love. The woman screamed in surprise as she was suspended in the air by her forearms, blood dripping down from the thorns.

Sanji's head slowly picked up, as he seemed to be fading in and out. His lip was too swollen to properly talk, but he mumbled something. Unaek simply noted this as confirmation that he was alive. Unaek stared into the fear in the woman's eyes, and in one steady glare, a third vine burst forth and gouged a deep, bloody wound into her once-pretty face.

"You—" A strike to the face.

"Are—" Another.

"Not—" A tear across her stomach.

"A—" Another.

"Fly." Unaek called the vines to throw her, and they slammed her body into the wall, pinning her there as Unaek slowly moved in.

Everything was red. The vines, the sharp razor thorns, and the blood that poured from each wound on the cruel woman's face. And Unaek didn't care. For everything they'd just done to her boyfriend's sweet face, she deserved it.

She was vaguely aware of Sanji shouting her name in concern, but as long as he was alive and not hurting any more, she didn't address him. The vines twisted painfully around the woman's arms, her legs, and her chest. Each wrist or ankle was being squeezed hard by the thorny branches, and Unaek glared at up at her. "Fuck you." She snarled, and the vines began to tear her apart.

The evil woman, who Unaek never even got the name of, began to scream in horror and agony, struggling against the vines but only being injured further from the spikey thorns that dug into her. Unaek launched herself at her and bounced her head off the stone wall. Again. Again. She looked dazed now. Good. May cruel actions never come from her hands again.

The men were back on their feet by now, but Unaek didn't even need to turn around to know they were up, and sent a vine at each of them, ready to strangle either of them if they got any closer to her or Sanji.

Unaek never blinked once as she glared down the woman who nearly tore her love to pieces.

"Apologize." She said with a fire in her voice she didn't know was there.

"I-I'm—" the woman started, but Unaek didn't even give her the chance to continue. With one nod of her head, she ripped the woman apart by the limbs.

"Not good enough." She said, letting the woman's body fall to the floor in pieces, her hot blood spraying out and covering the small, previously very innocent girl. She was drenched like she'd taken a shower. She didn't relish in others' pain, though. Unlike her. She wasn't happy to have done it, but she was happy Sanji was safe and fine.

As soon as the woman was no longer a threat, Unaek sprinted over to Sanji, her vines beating her there and using the thorns to break the restraints as she ran into his arms and held him close. As soon as the adrenaline of rage was over, it was replaced with the adrenaline of fear, and she was shaking and bawling again as she pulled Sanji into her arms.

"Sanji, Sanji, I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you okay, my love, please, it's okay now, I've got you, I've got you—"

She babbled and cried incoherently, bloody hands holding his cheeks with the delicate nature of a storybook princess. "Oh, sweetheart, it's okay now, you're safe, and we're gonna get you all fixed up, okay?" She whimpered, brushing his blood and sweat soaked hair from his eyes and kissing him sweetly on the forehead.

Unaek wasn't a violent person by nature. She was loving, truly. There comes a point in every kind person's life when they simply cannot be kind anymore. Unaek had found her breaking point and passed it all in one moment, and now sat bawling in her boyfriend's weak arms as she patched him up, covering his bruised face with kisses and sweet loving words. The vines were no longer thorny, as they'd faded back to their soft green they usually were. The flowers blooming around her were a mix of pink and blue. Love and sadness. Her hands were shaking and tears were streaming through the bloody mess she'd made of her face.

She hugged him tightly, and he hugged her back, softly rubbing her back and shaking, his thumbs making circles as he assured her that he, too, was safe. "Its okay, princess... it's okay." He whispered back as she clung to him and sobbed.

Unaek was a loving person at her core. It was simply part of her nature.

She wouldn't even hurt a fly.

[locker42]

bonnie x mikaelson reader where the reader & klaus are twins and she picks bonnie over klaus but then finds out that bonnie knew about the plan to kill her family ( happy ending ? ) ( takes place during mikaelson ball? )

All I Know

Warnings: swearing.

Word count: 1292

Pairing: Bonnie Bennet x Mikealson!reader

Sorry for the wait, hope you’ll like it!

Growing up with your siblings was tough, but you loved every minute of it. Klaus, your twin, was the closest person you had. You’ll die for him and you knew he’ll do the same. However, with its perks and happy moments, every time you had a fight with him and the other siblings you always felt guilty. You felt this sort of responsibility towards him. You couldn’t explain it but you did. You loved him and hated seeing him alone. You were the only one who he actually opened up to, you knew the pain he held. So when you found out that Bonnie, your girlfriend, knew about the Salvatore’s plan to kill him and took part in it, you were furious. Like Klaus, you had temper issues. So when you were angry, there was no reasoning with you.

“What the fuck did you think I would say?! ‘Sure, go ahead. It’s not like I have any problem with you killing my brother.’” You yelled at her, looking away before you’ll see her flinching at your voice.

“I know, okay? I screwed up but-“

“Yeah no shit, Bonnie.” You interrupted her, pulling on your hair, trying to calm your breathing.

“Look, Y/N, I know you’re upset but try to think about what he did to me and my friends. He tried to kill me.” She said with a pleading look on her face. You knew this was hurting her, and you were beating yourself up for it. You knew you were being selfish but the thought of your brother dead made your blood boil and your heart ache. So you did everything in your power to stop it from happening.

“Yeah I know, he’s a bloody asshole. But I’m not letting him die. As much as you can’t see it, he’s a good guy. I love him, and if you kill him, I don’t-“ you sighed, “I don’t think that I will ever forgive you.” You said, your voice breaking. You loved Bonnie, but your family always came first. The consequences of that have hunted you for decades above decades, but that’s how you survived.

“You always have to take his side, don’t you?” Bonnie said quietly.

“What does that mean?”

“No matter how many times he has shown you that he was a cold blooded murderer, you will always take his side. Even when he tried to kill me.”

“And what am I, huh?” You chuckled and stepped closer to her. “I’m just as good as he is, Bonnie. But I’ve stuck by his side for all these years and I know he deserves better. And when he tried to kill you I didn’t leave your side, and when I did it was to beat the shit out of him because he hurt the woman I love the most. I picked you, Bon. I fucking picked you and you’re saying that I always pick his side. I know it’s fucked up, alright? I know that you don’t deserve this, any of this. But you have to understand that he’s all I know. Him, Rebekah, Elija, Kol and Finn. They are my family, Bonnie, they’re all I’ve got, you have to understand this.”

You sat down on the couch, head down, trying to hold back tears that were soon to come. This was not how you expected this night to go. Your mother has arranged this ball to reunite the Mikealson family and you hoped you could be there with Bonnie, one night without all of the drama.

Well, that didn’t exactly happen.

“Look, Y/N,” she sat down next to you, “I know you want to protect your family but if they come as a threat to any of my friends I will not hesitate to kill them. I love you but I can’t put the people I love in danger anymore. I have to put an end to this.”

“If you come after my family I will not hesitate to fight back. Because anyone that comes after my family, comes after me. And I will kill anyone who hurts my family.” You said and with that, you walked out of the room. You wanted to cry, wanted to smash and destroy everything around you. But you knew you couldn’t, not now. So instead, you took a deep breath and walked back downstairs, straight to Klaus. You knew shit wasn’t over with Bonnie but you had to warn your brother.

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen Bonnie?” Stefan asked as you walked pass him.

“No.” You said and walked away, spotting Klaus near the bar, a glass of champagne in his hand.

“Klaus.”

He turned around and smiled at you.

“Well hello, Y/N. Haven’t seen you all night. Where were you, love?”

“I need to talk to you, it’s urgent.” You said and took his hand, leading him out of the mansion.

“What is it?” He asked.

“The Salvatores are plotting against us, they have Bonnie involved as well.”

“Your little girlfriend is teaming with the Salvatores, now there’s something I thought I’d never see.” He chuckled.

“Focus, Klaus. They want to kill all of us, starting with you. And Bonnie said something about a bonding spell that will be used to kill us. We need to act against them, because apparently, they think that we are the enemy.”

“Don’t worry, love. Mum has a plan.” That’s all he said before waking back in.

“What?” You yelled after him. “What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

“What the fuck?” You whispered as he walked away. As much as you wanted to chase after him and argue, you knew that if he had a plan, he had a plan. And you trusted him.

* *

Three days have passed since you saw Bonnie. You were in the now new mansion, sitting on the couch as you fed from yet another human. You were a mess. You wanted nothing but to go to Bonnie and explain yourself but you knew you’d only make things worse. But when the doors opened, revealing Bonnie herself, you were shocked.

“What are you doing here?” You asked her hysterically. She took a second to eye your blood covered mouth and shirt, nose scrunched at the strong smell of blood that surrounded the two of you.

“We need to talk, to sort things out.”

“Yeah I know that. But did you seriously think that walking here with all the danger you’re putting yourself in was the best idea?” You asked her as you took some wipers to wipe off the blood on your mouth.

She looked down before gulping and looking back up.

“I didn’t know where else I could find you.”

You tightened your jaw and pressed your lips together, nodding and closing the door.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was selfish to think that you what abandon your family. I sorry for the way we left things I-“

You cut her off with a kiss, your hands cupping her cheeks and you lips moving against hers. It did it take long for her to kiss you back.

“I just want everything to be normal.” You whispered as you pulled away. “I just want to be with you without it putting you in the danger of my brother, but I can’t.”

“Then let’s forget about everything, okay?” She slowly lifted your head up, whipping your tears with her thumb. “Let’s go, you and me, and have the best night of our fucking lives.”

“Yeah, that will work.” You laughed and pulled her in for another kiss. You were so grateful for her. She was kindness in Its true form. And with your past, kindness was the cure you needed.

“We’ll figure it out, Y/N, we always do.”

[cherryobx]

She'll come around

request: "Can you do a jj imagine where kie really doesn’t like you. I know you did that a bit in the kook one but I really loved that and I love to see more!!!❤️

summary: JJ introduces you to the pogues but Kie doesn't really like you.

warnings: language, angst, happy ending tho

WC: 1,7k

(Not my gif, creds to the owner!)

If you knew JJ you knew that he was never the type of guy to settle down. To be in a long-term relationship. Or even just commit. He loved to party, meet new girls and take a different one home every time. It was just who he was.

That’s all he ever knew his entire life. Why would he want to settle down and just be with one person? He had been hurt by the people closest to him. His dad, for example. Even if he didn’t admit it to himself, he didn’t want to get hurt. He didn’t want to feel any kind of pain that came with a relationship, physical neither emotional.

But when he met you, he was willing to throw all of that out of the window. He met you at one party and talked to you the whole night because you were sitting alone by the fire. You talked the whole night. JJ actually really enjoyed talking to you. You two became friends after that. Few weeks later he found out that he didn’t like when you were talking to other guys. Or even worse, when they would touch you. He realized he had fallen for you.

He told you about the way he was feeling. At first, he wanted to talk to his friends about it but then after some thinking he knew that you were the one he should be talking to. After his confession, you told him that you liked him too.

You were hesitant at first though. You were afraid that you would just be another notch on his bedpost. But as time went on, you saw that it wasn’t like that. He actually wanted to talk to you and spend time with you. You were the first person he had felt the need to cuddle with. And that already proved that he actually wanted to commit.

After dating for a few months, he asked if you wanted to meet his friends. After all they were the closest thing he had to an actual family. Hell, he really wanted you to meet them. It took him a while to convince you because you weren’t so keen on the idea.

“I don’t know, JJ…”

“I’m not asking you to become friends or start hanging out with them. I just want you to meet them. That’s all.” He took your hands in his, pressing a light kiss on both of them.

“Please, Y/N.”

So, you finally gave in. “Fine.”

Hearing that made JJ happy. Like really happy. He was bouncing around with excitement. He just couldn’t wait for you to meet his friends. His partners in crime. Literally.

The next day, he picked you up on his motorcycle and took you to John B’s house. Or as they liked to call it, the Chateau. The ride there was too short for you to prepare for what was coming. You grew more nervous with every passing second.

Before entering the chateau, you stopped JJ so you could look him in the eyes. “What if they don’t like me?”

“What’s not to like about you? You’re literally perfect, Y/N. Stop stressing.”

“But what if they hate me?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and leaned forward a bit so he was looking straight into your eyes. “Stop it right now. You have nothing to worry about. I’m sure they’ll like you.”

“I really hope so.” Your gut was telling you that this was not going to end well. And your gut was rarely wrong. You were praying it would be one of those times. Luckily for you, your gut was only partly right.

As soon as you stepped into the chateau after JJ, everyone’s eyes were on you. You only recognized Sarah Cameron since she was pretty popular in Kildare. The others were not familiar to you, although you felt like you had seen them running around somewhere before.

“Guys, I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” JJ then let go of your hand that he had been holding when you walked in.

“I’m gonna go get some water. Introduce yourselves to her,” JJ said.

“JJ do not leave me here-“ You tried to grab him but he was already jogging towards the kitchen, leaving you standing in the middle of the room with a few strangers.

The brunette boy with a bandana around his neck was the first one to speak up. “Hi. I’m John B.”

Then the boy next to him introduced himself as Pope. Sarah introduced herself as well. They all seemed very nice so far. You were waiting on the brunette girl to talk but she stayed quiet, sitting sideways on the couch and staring out of the window.

When his friends realized that she was not going to speak, they introduced her to you. “That is Kiara.”

You gave them all an awkward wave. You let out the breath you were holding when JJ was finally back at your side, handing you a cold bottle of water. “Thank you,” you said, taking off the lid and pouring some of the cold liquid down your throat.

“So, now he’s your personal assistant?” Kiara finally turned her head to look at you. Her eyes scanned you up and down, almost like judging you. No, she was definitely judging you.

“What?” you asked.

“He doesn’t have to do shit for you. Stop treating him like he’s nothing.”

You were actually taken aback by her words. You hadn’t even done or said anything to her. Why was she talking to you like that? It actually kind of hurt your feelings. You were not going to let her step on you like that. She had no right to talk to you like that. So, you dug up some courage and defended yourself.

“Excuse me? First of all, I didn’t even ask him to bring me the water. And second, I’m not treating him like some assistant. We’re in a relationship, we do things for each other all the time.”

Kiara stood up and walked up to you. She stopped right in front of you. She was almost to close for your comfort. Crossing her arms on her chest and leaning her weight on one of her legs, she looked straight into your eyes.

“You’re probably just using him. I know girls like you. You act all nice in the beginning and then break their heart the second you get a chance. That’s just how it is and has always been.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“So? I’m not planning on becoming friends with you. Like ever. So, you might as well get lost right now before you break JJ’s heart and leave it for us to fix. You’re no good.”

You felt so hurt and frustrated at the same time. The voice in your head said “ha, I told you so!”. You wanted to cry so badly at that moment but held back your tears. She was already mean enough, she didn’t need to see you break down. You had to stay strong.

Everyone else was just watching the interaction, holding their breath, too scared to say anything. The tension in the room was almost unbearable.

“What is your problem? I haven’t even done anything to you. Hell, I don’t even know you. Today’s the first time I’m seeing you. I came here with good intentions. I just wanted you to like me because I know how much it means to JJ. How much YOU mean to him. And you’re treating me like shit. This is so unfair. You make all these assumptions about me. None of them are true. Why are you pushing me away like that? Tell me, what have I don to you that you hate me so much?”

The room was even quieter than before your outburst. The only thing heard was the birds chirping outside and the summer breeze outside.

When Kiara said nothing, you took it as a sign and started walking towards the door. “Where are you going?” JJ ran after you.

You slammed the door in his face and started walking away from this place. JJ caught up to you though. “Y/N, stop!” He grabbed your hand and spun you so now you were facing him.

“I’m clearly not wanted there. I told you that it was going to happen.”

“It’s okay. Hey, look at me! I’m going to talk to Kie. It’ll be alright.”

“No, it will not. It’s going to be like this every fucking time I’m around her. She hates me.”

You sighed as JJ pulled you into hug. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on against his shoulder.

“Let me handle her. She’ll come around.”

“Okay.”

You stood there in silece for a few minutes and you were just gathering your thoughts. “Do you want me to take you home?” JJ asked, breaking the silence. You nodded.

“You wait here then. I’ll go talk to Kie and then I’ll take you.” He made his way to the chateau. So you leaned against his motorcycle and waited for him to come back.

About 15 minutes passed when you saw the door open. But JJ wasn’t coming alone. Kiara was following him close behind, eyes fixated on the ground. When they reached you, you raised an eyebrow at JJ. He just nodded towards Kiara who had just raised her head to look you in the eyes.

“I came to apologize. You were right. I had no right to talk to you like that. I’m just really protective of my friends and I didn’t want JJ to get hurt. But I realized that I can’t control their lives or prevent them from making their mistakes. I should give you a chance. You actually seem really nice. I’m deeply sorry about what I said earlier. What about a fresh start, huh?”

“Sure,” you said, giving her a small smile.

“Good, I’ll see you around then.” She waved at the both of you as she walked back to the others who were inside the house.

“I told you she’d come around,” JJ smirked.

You lightly smacked his chest with your hand before taking a helmet and putting it on. “Just take me home, smart-ass.”

"You love my ass."

"Shut up or I'm not letting you sneak into my room tonight."

"Yes ma'am."

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[melzula]

Can you do a scenario with Bolin x Princess! Reader but they don’t know she’s a princess and she reveals it later on!!

a/n: this started strong but then I lost it towards the end :/ but I hope you still enjoy!

“Thanks for paying for our food, y/n!” Bolin exclaims happily before eagerly stuffing his face with the fresh dumplings you’d ordered for your friends.

“Yeah... for an orphan you sure do have a lot of spare money to spend,” Mako notes suspiciously only for Korra to harshly elbow his side. “What?! I’m just saying what everybody else is thinking.”

“I’m good at saving,” you explain away with a wobbly smile, quickly shoving a dumpling in your mouth to save you from having to talk.

“Bolin’s told us a lot about you,” Asami says to save the conversation. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Bolin sighs dreamily before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “We’re basically soulmates. I mean, she loves to eat, I love to eat. She’s beautiful, I’m gorgeous!”

“I love you very much, my little fire ferret,” you coo affectionately with a giggle before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Bolin is just so sweet and I love being his girlfriend, and I’ve really been enjoying my time here in Republic City. I never want it to end.”

The doors to the little dumpling shop you find yourself in with your friends are suddenly slammed open, various earth kingdom soldiers filing in at the read and startling the other patrons.

“What’s going on?” Korra demands just as Bolin protectively pulls you behind him. You do your best to hide behind his strong figure and refuse to meet the gazes of the men who begin to raid the restaurant.

“Bolin, I want to leave,” you whisper with a tug at his shirt.

“Just one second, y/n. Korra might need our help.”

“We’re looking for the Princess,” one of the men announces, pulling a scroll from his pocket and handing it to the Avatar. “Reports say she’s been spotted here in Republic City.”

“I haven’t seen any Princess,” she argues while harshly snatching the scroll from the soldier and opening it up to read. Printed on the paper is an order from the queen herself to find the girl accompanied by a picture, one that has Korra doing a double take. “Wait a minute...”

Whipping around to find you, Korra spots you doing your best to sneak out through the backdoors only to be blocked off by two earth kingdom soldiers. A sheepish smile paints itself across your features as you attempt to back away and instead end up in the grasp of another soldier.

“H-Hello,” you laugh nervously.

“Long time, no see Princess y/n.”

“Princess?!” Mako, Bolin, and Asami all exclaim at once.

“My girlfriend is a... a Princess?” Bolin murmurs quietly, and before anyone can process what’s happening the boy falls to the floor.

“Bolin!”

“Spirits, help me,” you groan before being dragged away to the transports.

~~~

The flight to the Earth Kingdom is quiet and awkward as you sit with your arms crossed and your lips formed into a small pout. Silent glances are exchanged but no one dares say anything after the incident that had occurred in the restaurant, some still trying to process the fact that you were the actual lost Princess.

“Heyyyy, sweetie,” Bolin draws out with a nervous smile before sitting down beside you. “That was something back there, huh?”

“Just ask whatever questions you want to ask,” you say with a sigh. “It’s a long trip.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Bolin lets out a relieved sigh, “I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Why didn’t you tell me you were a Princess?!”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” you shrug.

“Didn’t matter? Being a Princess is kind of a big deal,” Mako interjects only for you to narrow your gaze at him.

“That’s not who I am!” You argue.

“Well you’re not an orphan either.”

“I- It’s complicated, okay?!” You yell before sinking down into your chair with a small sigh. “I ran away.”

“Why? Isn’t being a Princess super awesome?” Bolin asks with a frown.

“No, especially not when your mother is the earth queen. I used to love being a Princess when my grandfather was still on the throne. But once he passed away things weren’t the same anymore, my mother and I could never really see eye to eye, and I decided being a royal just wasn’t for me. So I came to Republic City, and then I met you,” you explain, your eyes softening as they meet Bolin’s gaze. “I just never expected to get caught.”

“But I could have maybe helped you,” Bolin pouts.

“You can help me now by not making me go back.”

“I’ll do my best,” Bolin sighs. “I’ll talk to Korra.”

“Thank you,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek that has him blushing. A dopey grin spreads across his face at the act and he lets out a dreamy sigh.

“I just got kissed by a Princess.”

“That’s not going to get old any time soon,” you sigh, but still your smile remains.

If your mother thinks you’re just going to return willingly then she has another thing coming.

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Loving the new hype that the JJK anime is bringing!! Can I ask for Yuji x strong fem reader? How would he react to her getting hurt and how would he want to be comforted?? I adore your writing. Keep up the good work ✨

Hey! A Itadori request 🤧 best boy for sure haha. I loved today’s episode! Thank you so much for the compliment! I’m glad that you like my writing, I was a little nervous to start this without knowing if my writing was good enough and not mediocre but comments like this makes my day better and excited to keep writing!

Fushiguro and Y/n were the ones assigned to search for the Sukuna finger. That’s the moment when they met Itadori.

It was a weird meeting if you think about it. However, after that, Y/n and Itadori had been attached to the hip.

The two of them got along almost immediately. They relationship based in playful fighting and teasing. Y/n trying to make Itadori blush without avail (the boy was too oblivious for his own good).

The two of them usually trained together. When they first started their training, Itadori was nervous to do it. What if he hits her too hard? Or if she ends up with a nasty injure?

However, while overthinking, Y/n had already take him down.

Their training sessions consisted in Y/n betting Itadori up. He hasn’t been able to win against her, not even once.

Without realizing it, the two of them had caught feelings. In a pretty Itadori way, he had purred his feelings in one of their training sessions without knowing it. It made Y/n blush and unable to focus at the start, however, Itadori didn’t realize his opportunity and just walked over to her and kissed her lips.

Their friends had laugh and tease them at how Itadori had confessed. Y/n didn’t mind really. She was happy with Itadori now.

From then on, the two of them haven’t had to worry about the other. The two of them being sent to missions together with the other two first years.

Today was the same. The four of them had been sent on a mission together.

“Here’s where the Sukuna finger is suppose to be?” Fushiguro turned to look at Itadori who had his arm in Y/n shoulder while walking. He deadpanned.

“You’re our radar. You should know already.”

Y/n stifle a giggle from her friend remark. Her boyfriend turned to look at her with a fake glare.

They keep walking in the area. They were walking around an hospital, the area was surrounded by trees though. Something weird for an hospital to be.

It didn’t take long for the curses to began acknowledging their presence. The four first years decided to separate in pairs. Itadori and Y/n, while Fushiguro went with Kugisaki.

“Yuuji.” Y/n called at her boyfriend while following the curse running away from them.

Itadori glazed at her showing he was listening to her.

“Don’t let Sukuna out...”

Before the mission, Gojo had pulled Y/n out and talked to her privately.

“I need to ask for a favor Y/n-Chan!”

Y/n crossed her arms at her teacher childish tone. He just smiled at her.

It surprised her how serious he got a second after smiling.

“Don’t let Sukuna take control over Itadori’s body.”

“Huh? Why? I mean, haven’t he taken over before?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have to get used to his strength.”

Itadori hummed at her. His attention was in the curse in front of them. Her words weren’t something he retained in his head.

After her intermission, she put all her attention on the curse. The two of them had to be able to exorcise it without problem but the thing was too fast.

The chasing kept going for a long time. Neither of the two paying attention to their surroundings at the moment. The curse had been able to attract them just the way it wanted.

It took her a while to understand what was this weak curse doing. It had lead them to the boss. The curse that had the Sukuna finger.

It was too late though. The bigger and stronger curse got out of her hiding spot. It had a humanoid body but one could tell that the thing wasn’t human.

The first thing Y/n noticed was how the former curse they were chasing joined the bigger curse’s body

‘So it was part of it... Gross.’

Itadori had run from the left while Y/n went from the right. They strategy was simple. Land fast hits while dodging their attacks.

It worked at the start. However, the longer they hit it, the bigger it got.

“Why aren’t we dealing damage?!”

“Maybe because we’re attacking with cursed energy...”

Itadori turned to look at his girlfriend with a bewildered look.

“How else are we suppose to attack?!”

Y/n straighten her posture. She closed her fist in front of her. In a fats movement she had hit the curse with her pure raw strength. The curse hit back but she was able to dodge and go back to Itadori’s side.

“Why did you do that!” Itadori got close to her checking to see if she was injured or some fatal wound. Y/n smiled at him taking his hands off of her telling him that she was fine.

“Sorry, but look.” She pointed to the curse. Itadori turned around to see that Y/n’s punch had made some damage to it.

“I hit it without curse energy...” She got in position again. The enemy had began charging towards them.

Itadori got in fighting stance too.

‘So no curse energy...’ His fist had no longer curse energy. ‘I’ll have to hit it with just my strength!’

Just like their former strategy, they began landing several hits to the curse, this time without cursed energy.

It worked. The pair had manage to weaken the curse. However, in a moment of distraction, the curse had been able to land a hit.

Y/n saw the curse directing its hit in Itadori’s way. Her mind erase anything not related to her boyfriend, her body moving on its own.

Itadori saw everything in slow motion. One moment he was seeing his enemy fist directing to his face and a second later he saw Y/n take the hit for him.

Y/n feel her body making it’s way to the ground. Itadori’s reflexes saved her from the fall. Now in his arms he retreated a few steps from the curse in a frantic state to check on Y/n.

“Y/n! Hey!” He shook her body a little. “Y/n! Answer me!”

The girl opened her eyes a little. Her head turning to Itadori.

“Yuuji... Im fine...” Y/n tried to stand up but her body gave up against her will.

Yuuji bit his lip at his girlfriend state. He was mad at himself. He should have seen the attack coming his way! If he had he could have dodge and the two of them could have exorcised the curse already!

The descontrol in his emotions had given Sukuna a chance to take over his body without Itadori realizing it.

“Yuuji...! No!” It frustrate her how her voice sound so small. Sadly, she couldn’t do much since her body had run out of energy, her consciousness slowly fading away.

“You care too much about her, brat! Your emotions leaded to my freedom!”

Sukuna had easily defeated the curse. It caught his attention how Itadori hadn’t made an attempt to go back to his body.

Sukuna’s loud and wicked laugher filled the area.

Kugisaki and Fushiguro arrived at the scene. It took them a minute to let the imagen sick in their brain. Fushiguro sprinted to Y/n’s body while Kugisaki followed suit.

Fushiguro had taken Y/n’s body, Kugisaki was in position if Sukuna tried to do something.

“Itadori! Y/n is fine!” Fushiguro yelled for Itadori to come back. Y/n didn’t need Sukuna right now. She needed Itadori Yuuji, her boyfriend !

“Don’t let Sukuna take all the control!” Kugisaki joined Fushiguro trying to get Itadori to come back.

“She ne-“

“Yuuji...! Please!” With her last strength, Y/n was able to call for him.

Sukuna tsked. Itadori had taken control again. The first thing his brain had commanded was to run to Y/n and take her to Jujutsu High to take treatment as soon as possible.

Y/n had woke up in her bed. After the treatment, they had let her rest in her room. She groaned at the pain all over her body. She tried to moved to get out of bed but there was an additional weight in her. Taking a better look at herself she saw her boyfriend cuddling in her side.

Y/n smiled at how cute Itadori looked cuddle beside her like a cat. She run her fingers in his hair gently. Itadori began to stir from his sleep. His movements still affected by his sleepy mode, his eyes landed in his girlfriend’s smiling face.

Y/n was amused at his reaction. His sleepiness had faded faster that lighting, now being replace by an excited Itadori.

“You woke up!” He had throw himself in her without realizing it. Y/n groaned again at the force.

Itadori let go in a hurry, it was funny how fast his body moved trying to check for any more injuries or wounds in her body.

“Yuuji...” She tried to stop him but Itadori didn’t listen to her. “Yuuji! I’m fine!”

Y/n stopped his frantic moves taking his face in her hands. She tried to make eye contact but Itadori kept avoiding her eyes.

“Yuuji... Look at me please...”

Slowly and with trembling eyes, Itadori had focus her eyes on hers.

“I’m sorry... I was so scared when I saw you laying in my arms...!”

Y/n offered a gentle smile trying to ease his stress but Itadori kept getting worked up.

“And I could do anything! And Sukuna ha-“

Itadori was unable to kept talking with his girlfriend lips on his. He corresponded almost instantly. Trying to drown his worries, making sure that she was alive, beside him.

When the need for oxygen had presented, they separate from each other. Y/n got ride of the little tears escaping from his eyes gently with her thumb, he hadn’t realized they were there.

“Why don’t we cuddle?” Itadori nodded at her words, laying gently beside her.

“It wasn’t your fault Yuuji. I chose to protect you. And I’ll happily do it again.”

Itadori hugged her tighter at her words.

“Thank you...”

She stroked his hair gently. Itadori relaxed at the sweet action.

“You know...”

Itadori turned to look at her from his spot. Y/n avoided his eyes with a red face.

“You look kinda hot when Sukuna takes over your body...”

Itadori looked at her with a deadpanned expression.

“Gross Y/n.”

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When you woke up this morning and noticed how cold was the other side of your bed, you knew something was wrong. The lack of texts or a call from Kevin was the confirmation. You have been dating for the last three months, but you already know him better than anyone. Whenever he's not working or having a break at Molly's, he is with you. He told you he had to go to see a friend and after that, he would drive to your house. But he never came. That's what took you to the twenty-first District. You didn't know anyone there, beyond what you had heard from your boyfriend, but you were aware of who you were to look for.

Walking to the desk, you waited patiently for the old woman to attend to you. Platt. Kevin had talked about her a lot of times and, in your opinion, she didn't look that grumpy.

“How can I help you?” She asked, putting down her glasses.

“I… I need to… talk with Adam Ruzek”.

She raised an eyebrow with curiosity, quickly noticing your nerves and the way your eyes became crystal, at the edge of the tears. Her gesture turned abruptly, nodding with parted lips before stepping out from the desk to guide you upstairs through a fence. You were almost shaking when you reached the top floor. Recognizing Kevin's best friend instantly, after seeing some pictures together, you ran towards him to wrap your arms around him. You broke into bitter crying, while your boyfriend's partners looked at Platt waiting for an explanation.

“Huh… you okay?” The man asked confused, stroking your back in an attempt to calm you.

Hardly sniffing, barely breathing, you pulled yourself away trying to form a phrase with sense to explain your paranoia. A brunette girl offered you a kleenex, as a blonde one helped you to sit on a chair. Burgess and Upton. You were very sure. The other men at the other extreme of the place were Dawson, Olinsky, and Voight.

“I am… Kevin's girlfr—girlfriend. I think he's missing”.

You cleaned the tears wetting your cheek, while Kim squatted close to you. Everybody was confounded and disconcerted because of your affirmation. Because of both.

“He texted me telling me he'd go to see a friend and the—then... he'd come to my house. But he didn't come. He didn't text me or anything. I… I know how it sounds. I know it sounds crazy, but… he never shut his phone off…”

“What hour was when you talked to him for the last time?” Ruzek whispered thoughtfully.

“Eight o'clock”.

“Hm…”

Your eyes went straight to the sergeant, to his boss. He saw the desperation in your eyes. He saw you were telling the truth and, for him, it was strange that Kevin hadn't come to work yet. It was almost ten in the morning.

“Burgess, stay with her and give her something warm to drink. Everyone else; I want Atwater's phone and car signal. Let's find him”.

Soon, the whole department was patrolling the city, even looking under the stones. Officers walked from one place to another making phone calls, checking security cameras, triangulating every move Kevin could do last night… Anything to locate him and bring him back. Apparently, all his friends agreed with your paranoia, turning it into reality when Adam received a call on his undercover phone. But Burgess didn't let you hear it, closing the door after abandoning the small kitchen separated from the work zone.

You were a bundle of nerves not being able to stop sobbing, feeling a strong headache growing in the center of your forehead. Just by thinking that something had happened to him, the pressure within your chest contracted your lungs and closed your throat. No one noticed before you did. What if you hadn't given it any importance? Sitting on the sofa and nailing your elbows on your lap, you covered your face with both hands. You couldn't hold the furious and frustrated tears for any longer. Even if you didn't have a reason to, you were feeling guilty.

The incertitude was driving you crazy as the hours continued passing away without any news about Kevin. You could see his Unit working through the large window, trying to read lips to figure out what was happening. But nothing. You were good at serving drinks, not being a detective. The sensation of being useless was killing you. The only thing you wanted to do was to help, but Kevin's boss asked you to wait there for them before leaving the building.

It's almost noon when you hear voices and steps again coming closer, going upstairs. You can't help but jump from your seat to open the door of the kitchen, trying to recognize Kevin's voice, but you don't. Their partners appear on the scene with satisfied smiles on their faces and you don't know what it means until they open the way for your boyfriend, walking behind them. He looks exhausted, but he isn't hurt. Your lips start to tremble about to cry when he raises his eyes towards you and you can't feel your heart stopping for a second.

Taking some steps closer, you don't question why their friends leave you alone continuing their way through another door at the right of the stairs. You want to say sorry for coming to the District because maybe a call would be enough, but you couldn't wait. Even so, you're aware that if it hadn't been for you, he probably would be missing yet.

“I was worried”. You babble rubbing your hands and biting your bottom lip.

But Kevin doesn't reply, going straight to you to place his arms around your body, embracing you with the strength he has left after all that has happened. You break into a soft cry, a happy one for finally having him back. Safe and sound.

“It's okay, baby… It's okay”. He whispers trying to comfort you, tilting his head to place some kisses on your temple. “I got you really spoiled, uh…? I don't text you and you think I've been kidnapped”.

Gulping a loud laugh, you nod pulling yourself away a little. Luckily, you weren't wrong and his friends didn't think you were crazy.

“Why did you go alone? You could have gotten yourself killed…”

“But I didn't”. He jokes drawing a funny gesture, turning it after in a brief smile. “You were protecting me, weren't you?”

“Kev… I just…”

“You did the right thing coming here, okay? I'm not angry, or upset”.

Your boyfriend cups your cheeks onto his palms, leaning forward to press his lips on yours, pecking them once and once before spreading kisses all around your face.

“Lemme take you home, alright? You've earned all my attention for today”.

“I will take care of you today”. Shaking your head as you sniff, you hug him again as much tightly as you can, not wanting him to be separated from you another time. “I… I love you, Kev”.

“I love you too, (Y/N). You can't really imagine how much. What you've done today… I'm sure other girls would've thought I just ghosted them. But you came here and put my friends to work”.

“I'm more like the psychotic kind of girlfriends”.

“Yeah, you have mobilized more than eighty cops to find me. Should I be scared?” The jokingly on his voice, while he raises both eyebrows, makes you laugh cleaning your tears with the fist of your sleeves.

“Maybe just a little…”

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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Short Story #6

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Moonstone’s Charity

“The moon is beautiful, huh!”

By the time that we exited the Shiseido Parlor, it was already completely dark outside. The moon loomed a faint blue, as if overlooking the night view of Ginza. Putting his coat back on, Richard silently averted his eyes when I looked back at him with an “isn’t it”. At any rate, I had gotten wholly used to eating out with this guy on Saturdays after work. It was worth making him puddings as payback, I thought.

“Speaking of which, the stone you sold to today’s customers was a ‘stone of the moon’, wasn’t it?”

“Please call it ‘moonstone’. There are other rock specimens that are referred to as ‘stones of the moon’. Confusing the meaning of the words is deplorable.”

“Is that so?! Aight, I’ll take it to heart.”

Today’s customers were the parents of a naïve young lady, and the goods they bought were a moonstone jewelry set for her. It seemed that the young lady, who still had childish facial traits, was going to get married, so her parents ordered a necklace from Etranger for her to take along when the time came. Bearing a rainbow light over a milky blue color, the cabochon-cut moonstone was combined with white diamonds for the necklace and bracelet. It overflowed with a soulful beauty, almost as if it had borrowed the glow of an aurora from a Scandinavian sky.

Apparently, the moonstone, which was also one of the June birthstones, had been familiarized as a power stone since the distant past, and was renowned especially as a stone that celebrated the well-being and fortune of women. Having the commemorative jewelry delivered to her as a surprise, the young lady had cried until her eyes were bright red, but she recovered by way of a sweet royal milk tea, expressing gratitude to her parents with a sniffling nose. I believed that there were several forms of joy depending on each person, and what I had witnessed today was unmistakably one of them.

Even as we headed to the parking lot where Richard’s jaguar was, the moon followed us from the gaps between the buildings. As I walked while looking up and repeating, “It’s really pretty, so pretty”, Richard seemed exasperated.

“‘The moon is beautiful’, huh. Are college students not familiar with anecdotes of their own country’s literary figures nowadays?”

“Don’t they read that stuff? I’m in the faculty of economics, so there’s lots of people with names written in horizontal characters on our textbooks. Like Marx Weber or Mankiw.”

“What about Futabatei Shimei or Natsume Souseki?”

“I’ll ask you back: have you read them?”

“Yes.”

Uwah. As I cried out, the gorgeous jeweler sighed. “Honestly, today’s youths,” he said.

I ended up laughing at him without thinking.

“What is it?”

“You say ‘youths’ but you’re pretty young yourself.”

“I merely disagree with the worldwide trend of thinking that classical literature is an enjoyment for old age. The world, matured by the various interpretations of our ancestors, is deep and wide-ranging, as well as something that envelopes our hearts, just like stones.”

“Feels like the part where stones come up is ‘just as expected of Richard-san’.”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

“I am complimenting you. I have the feeling that I get smarter when we talk.”

“For you to be the kind who is satisfied with just ‘having a feeling’, my existence must be a harmful one.”

“I shall take this to heart... Aah, by the way, in sociology or some other class, I heard that the phrase ‘had a feeling’ has increased too much in pop music. Why is that? I guess it’s because, when they assert, ‘I can be strong!’ instead of, ‘I have the feeling I can be strong, I find myself inwardly wanting to retort with a, ‘Nope, nope, it’s not like that’ and the mood cools off.”

“Unfortunately, I have not studied the trends of modern Japan’s younglings. But if we are to speak of such things, even the power invoked by stones is a matter of ‘having a feeling’.”

“Is it okay for a jeweler to be saying that?”

“We are already out of business hours. Besides, this is not a negative subject in particular.”

Having arrived at the parking lot, Richard glanced at me and folded his arms lightly. He was a beautiful man from the top of his head to the tips of his toenails, like a doll made of moonlight. I was used to looking at his figure, but beautiful things will be beautiful. I could look at him without ever getting tired and it would put me in a good mood, just like the moon.

“W-What? What’s up?”

“I mean that people can become strong just from ‘having a feeling’. The power of belief is namely the force of human beings who seek hope even in a small gleam. Is that not a wonderful thing? On nights like these, when we ‘have the feeling’ that we are being protected by the light of the moon, people are sure to be in some sort of calm mood.” Saying this, as if to copy me or something, Richard looked up at the night sky above the buildings of Ginza and murmured, “The moon is truly beautiful.” He then smoothly got on the jaguar’s driver seat. I followed him on the passenger seat.

Still, this car’s seat base did an exquisite inclination no matter how many times I sat on it. It felt like a chair sticking to your body.

“Well, are you okay with dropping off at Takadanobaba?”

“Thank you. By the way, should I reply with the ‘I could die now’ already?”

Richard’s face at that moment was a spectacle. His mouth and beautiful eyebrows distorted as if to say, “Haah?”. His eyes stared dangerously at me.

“I mean, isn’t that the context? Futabate Shimei and Natsume Souseki, right?”

“I love you”.

Apparently, the literary masters of the Meiji Era had racked their brains about to how to translate a sentence that didn’t originally exist in the Japanese language. This would be a standard drinking party talk. Well, I didn’t know if there was a standard for all kinds of drinking parties, but just recently, during a drinking party we held with a group of men from the Department of Letter’s Faculty of Japanese Literature, we got fired-up over that topic. “Girls like this kind of talk, so you guys from the Faculty of Economics should also keep it in mind every once in a while,” they told us. Futabate Shimei used “I could die now” as a code for “I am yours” and Natsume Souseki used the anecdote “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it” as what was claimed to be a good anecdote for “I love you”. We were thankful for the trivia. That being said, none of the members who attended the drinking party had girlfriends, so I had thought there would be no opportunity to use this trivia, but to my surprise...

Richard, who had been stiff for a moment, exhaled with a loud “haaah” and turned the engine key. The body of the iron machine shuddered.

“That was terrifying.”

“So even you got freaked out! I can say some Japanese-like things too.”

“I will proceed to kick you if you say the same thing again. Be quiet for the time being.” Richard pulled the car out of the parking lot from backward, and as he stepped onto the accelerator and we got out into the street, the car trundled on with us in silence for a while. After we had passed four or five buildings, the beautiful jeweler opened his mouth again, “These words are not meant to be spoken lightly. A sentence taken out of context is like a lonely stone removed from a bracelet. In what kind of situation did people say, ‘The moon is beautiful’ or under what circumstances did they think, ‘I could die now’? What matters is the process until things arrived to that point, and not scraps of words. In the past, during the times when the people of this country were not as filled with imported mentalities as they are now, they probably understood this very well.”

“Hey, why’d you think of reading Natsume Souseki?”

Richard didn’t respond. I’d known for a while now that there were lots of things this guy didn’t want to answer, but his silence at the question was unexpected. Was something up?

Something related to moments when he might feel like saying things such as “the moon is beautiful” or “I could die now”.

It was clearly not a topic that I should pry too much about. Pretending to have found something interesting out the window, I put on a smile with no particular connotation. Leaning my body against the window, I looked up at the sky. “Ah, I can still see the moon.”

“You do not say. Is it beautiful?”

“Yup, but you’re more beautiful.”

Richard’s hand instantaneously glided in a swift motion. He pressed the car stereo switch. What played at an explosively loud volume wasn’t the Finnish rock that I had listened to before. It was a sutra in an ethnic-sounding female voice. That was all I could say. What was this? As I asked in a loud voice what language that song was in, he said it was Bengali. Was it an Indian song then? I couldn’t talk to him unless I shouted in one breath.

“HEY! IF I PISSED YOU OFF, SERIOUSLY, I’M SORRY!”

Richard’s mouth moved in the form of an “I cannot hear you”. It seemed he wasn’t in the mood for conversation. But he didn’t look angry. The corners of his lips were smiling just slightly. Like he wanted to say that this was so stupid it made him laugh. He appeared a lot more relaxed than when listing up the names of those literary figures, so I became kinda happy.

When I got out of the car, the southern country atmosphere was gone at once. At the roundabout in Takadanobaba, Richard took off with the jaguar as soon as he said goodbye. As the same old habit, for whatever reason, I ended up watching him off until I couldn’t see him anymore.

As I looked up the blue moon was floating in the black sky, unchanged. This was also a matter of “having a feeling”, but this emotion I was feeling today at this moment was a definite form of happiness too.

Honestly, the moon was beautiful tonight.