#it was beautiful and magical and i danced and screamed and felt so light and carefree and cried during unknown and like real people do 😭😭😭

[archiveofyearning]

went to see hozier today and he didn’t play first time so guess i’ll die

[seneon]

I LOVE YOUR HEADCANNON OF DABI PUSHING YOU WITH HIM FROM A BRIDGE AAAA I NEED MORE STUFF LIKE THIS I’M BEGGINGGGG

COME AROUND ──── touya todoroki.

about. he gambles with life and death using you. gn! reader. apart of kiss me until my lips fall off. wc of 800+

notes. omg people wants my hcs to be written in full fics 😳 keep sending in requests guys. @bbluefllame type shi

the night is young, the city below shone a wonderful show of bright lights that seemed like fuzzy little balls to you.

gentle wind blew kisses onto the skins of both you and touya. your hair swayed along the flow of the wind, touya's own hair danced a little to his dislike.

above the two, the moon watched as it showered its silver and ethereal hues all around the city, giving it a magical feeling. or like a selenite blessing to the night from heaven.

stars accompanied the moon, millions and millions of them dancing around the moonlight and showering the black sky with twinkling diamonds.

it was truly a beautiful sight to behold on a night like this. it's also indecisive to you whether you want to fix your gaze onto the city, or the moon.

much to the villain's surprise, you were oddly silent when it came to staring into the night sky or gazing down the busy night city. just gazing at the stars alone made him wonder what connection could you possibly have with the night to hold you under so much control.

truth is, you were a selenophile, someone way too in love with the moon to have it ignored every night. stargazing and moon-gazing were one of your hobbies besides causing trouble for others. the night simply had so much influence on you.

touya is seated at the edge of a tall building which he somehow managed to sneak in with your help. turquoise eyes looked down at every little life below, his hair dancing in the wind. while you're beside him standing on your feet, arms propped onto the only thing that blocks you from kissing the start of your death.

you let out a sigh and he catches it, glancing to the side and looking down at your bored self.

“what? getting bored from staring at the moon now?”

“yeah. what exactly are we up here for again?” you asked him to recall anything that might've been mentioned but slipped through your mind because honestly, you have no idea why you even agreed to help him sneak up a building that's just a little taller than the rest.

at your question, touya shifted in his seat, now moving to stand at the edge in resemblance to a circus show as you watched him in complete silence.

“stand up here,” he tells you— well, demands you, while you simply raise a brow at his words. “are you crazy? do you want me to die?”

“crazy, yes. dying, no. get up and stand with me anyways.”

you could see him rolling his eyes and feel his coat flowing backwards and flaring right beside your ear as seconds passed by. you hesitated, for a long while, before you let out a defeated sigh and joined touya in his life or death game.

it brought a victorious smirk on his face, a smirk so triumphant that it has you thinking more than twice about your life choices.

“you're not gonna die. i think,” his words echoed throughout your ears as it played through the image of you walking on a thin string just like the one circus performers will walk on without failing.

touya's hands slithered around your waist, pulling you close to his body as you stumbled a little in your foothold, the sudden fear of heights kicking in as shivers immediately made their debut to implant themselves onto your skin.

“oh. my. god, don't do this to me.”

only a chuckle elicited from his lips as your hands subconsciously moved to hold the man’s torso.

without a single warning, you felt him pushing the small of your back, bringing you down and over the edge as he pushed his feet off the ground. now, it is just you, touya, and your screams that echoed through the night. and of course, the physics of falling right into the surface of your death.

in those few seconds of you screaming, your screams twisted into a cheerful cry.

touya held you close, glancing to the side as he watched your fears slowly disintegrating along the wind that ran past the two of you upon falling. he too, felt the need to let out a few laughs here and there to relish in the thrill of gambling with life and death.

in about twenty seconds or so, once the surface nears the two of you, the villain used a fair amount of his blue flames to shoot it on the ground, pushing him backwards so he can have a safe and perfect landing with you in his arms.

now seated on the ground, dumbfounded and dazed from the near-death experience, you let out a stifled laugh before your faded fears returned.

“never do that again!”

“you looked like you had fun,” touya simply said, swinging his hands around to put out any remaining flames.

“you're trying to kill me!”

“we'll die together then.”

“yeah, that's sooooo romantic.”

you rolled your eyes and stood up, brushing your clothes before shivering once again at the replay of the experience in your mind. “at least warn me next time.”

touya let out a scoff then a tiny smile. “i knew you'd come around to the idea.”

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[adalitas-coffeebreak-corner]

Whispers down the hall

Ghost!Sirius Black x Muggle!Reader

A/n: Hi, this was the popular vote, so here ya go. I'll post the others in the same order, so next we will have some roommate!Remus <3

Warnings: Angst, angst and angst, mentions of death and people dying. Word count: 940

Summery: Sirius realises eternity might not be as bad, now that he got to see you.

It had been rather painless.

He had often thought about it, but maybe he was forgetting something.

Harry’s scream echoing as he felt the world seize to turn, the cold touch of death brought upon him way too soon. He had felt angry, cheated. He had gotten to see James and Lily once more, but only for a few seconds, or it might have been minutes, he wasn’t quite sure, considering his mind still hazy from crossing the veil.

He only hoped Harry was okay.

Remus too.

A vibrant ray of light was shining through the moth-eaten curtains of Sirius’ first apartment. Apparently, that’s where he was doomed to spend the rest of eternity, the place where him and Remus had lived for about a year, in the middle of busy muggle London. After Sirius had been sent to Azkaban, Remus had done very little to upkeep the place, leaving their sofa and a few boxes hidden in the back of the closet.

 And he really couldn’t blame him.

A lot had stayed the same, even some of their old furniture had filled the small space, but the change of flooring, a newly installed kitchen stove had alerted Sirius that others must have occupied the space for the last sixteen years, most likely muggles who were blissfully unaware of the shitshow that had happened there.

But as of now, Sirius roaming down the cramped hallway, it had been empty. No laughter, music or talking and it was driving him off the wall. It wasn’t enough that he was a ghost, no, he had been forced to stay inside an old grey apartment that resembled Grimmauld place in every sense. Totally devoid of any life and happiness.

That was the worst part, Sirius agreed with himself.

So, when he suddenly felt a presence his mind quieted. The door opened and a grey-haired woman, who he made out to be the landlord, walked in with keys and a stack of paper in hand. If his heart was still beating it would’ve skipped a beat when a younger woman trailing behind, carrying a suitcase, came into view.  

She’s beautiful, he thought.

“So here it is, it’s a fucking shithole, but at least it’s cheap” The older woman muttered drawing back the curtains, particles of dust dancing in the sunlight. The younger girl looked a little taken aback, which Sirius thought was adorable, her eyes widening before regaining her composure, obviously not used to the landlords of central London.

The thought made him chuckle.

“Um, yes, I did notice the rent is rather affordable, how come? I mean, this street is right next to Kensing- “

“A couple of years ago some kid who lived here blew up some people right out on the street” The grey-haired woman cut her off with an explanation, her tone matching that of a mother tired of answering questions, Sirius figured the lady must’ve been asked a million times from different tenants. “Oh” was all the young girl could muster, looking a little paler than when she first stepped inside. Sirius felt his chest tighten.

A few months had gone by when Y/n noticed strange things happening. Her bag, that she was notoriously known for misplacing, would lay on her sofa table every morning before work, tea mugs seemed to always magically end up in the sink and weirdest of all? Her record player would keep turning on in the middle of the night, even when she had unplugged it minutes before laying in bed, most commonly when she had been listening to her David Bowie or Mott the hoople LP’s. The first night it had happened, she awoke in a slight panic, dragging her feet quickly towards the sound, where she pulled the needle to rest in the place she had left it.

Weird, but not necessarily any course for alarm.

Sirius felt bad for waking her up, but Godrick, he yearned for any resemblance of nostalgia. It also didn’t help her record collection resembled the one him and Remus had collected over the years. But if he was being honest, she resembled everything he had loved while he was alive, even the tea she made in the morning was his favorite muggle brand.

Nevertheless, he had been terrified when she first discovered the box hidden in the back of the small closet, thinking she might be inclined to throw the contents out, but no.

She just sat there, gently pulling out items with the sweetest intrigued look on her face. First it was his old Gryffindor scarf, then one of Remus’ books and lastly a group picture of all the Marauders and Lily titled First Christmas together at James and Lily’s house.

Sirius sat beside her looking over the picture carefully, emotions erupting inside scorching every fiber of his being. Y/n, as he had learned her name was, started to smile.

When she finally put down the framed polaroid, another one caught her attention, and Sirius swore he heard her gasp, and sure enough, when the photo came into view his hopes were confirmed.

It was a photo of Sirius, shirtless, lying by the black lake on a sunny day, smiling at the camera. Y/n traced her fingers gingerly over the photo, taking in every detail.

He’s beautiful, she whispered.

Sirius couldn’t help the smirk that adorned his lips, as it finally dawned on him. He’d go through everything again just to end up by her side, even if eternity would always keep them apart.  

[myeagleexpert]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗

And if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Howl's Moving Castle x Twisted Wonderland Au

The starry night at NRC was a spectacle of beauty and mystery, with the meteor shower painting the sky in shades of silver and gold. Yuu walked through the dark corridors of the Ramshackle dormitory, lit only by the flickering light of candles and a few points of failed electric light. Grim, the talking cat monster with dancing fire flames, followed beside her silently, his yellow eyes glowing with an unusual intensity and worried for his friend.

Today had been one of those days for the young woman without magic: Waking up late and almost late, she was intercepted by Crowley who had given exhaustive work that he himself had not done, the chemistry test that she and the infamous ADeuce had was a disaster, her crush had given the cold shoulder, Grim got into a totally unnecessary fight with some idiots from the fourth year and as a result they lost their lunch and got some scratches, and the front of his beloved Ramsharckle dorm collapsed, the damp and old wood had given way. The bitter taste in the mouth was not enough to bring a revolt from within Yuu so that she raised a scream of fury and stepped on the floor, her tired body just looked at the mess and walked straight past, the dejected soul took a shower where she hoped for the deep in her fragile heart, the shampoo would clean the dirt she felt and the tears would mix with the hot water.

At least I Tsunotaro will come today.- the only hope she could have that night was to see her dear friend. She put on her less tattered pajamas and sat at the study table waiting for the famous green fireflies to appear.

Unfortunately he didn't show up, the prince didn't answer the call.

The lack of Malleus's gentle presence made schoolwork become heavier and the lump in the throat tightened more and more, the clock was counting down the seconds to….

“Henchman, are you okay? Your eyes are red” with the little self-control he had, Yuu nodded, avoiding his feline friend's gaze and focusing on the blurry letters of school work and just in time the light in the dorm was cut off.

“NYAAH” “It was just what was needed!” Could it be Crowley's irresponsibility? The electricity bill? Was it an attack? A short circuit? Either way, it doesn't matter anymore.

The tired body got up and silently searched for the candles until strange lights passing through the window caught the girl's attention. Ah, the meteor shower. Like a leaf carried by the wind, Yuu's steps, even without hope, led her to the front part of the ramsharckle, the same part of which fell and collapsed. Pushing aside some wood, the girl sat down on the floor and Grim followed her shortly after, not trusting that her friend would be okay alone.

“Henchman, what are we doing here?” "I don't know…"

Will I ever really go home? Will I live forever in this place being this weak? I would do anything to see my family again… I myself will find a way to find my way back, whatever the cost.

Loneliness and anguish weighed on Yuu's heart, like chains that tied her to a distant past, an overwhelming longing for her homeland. She longed for a home, for a place where she could be truly happy. Home….my home….my family….The starry night shone with a unique and mysterious beauty, the shooting stars cutting across the sky like tears of light. Each meteorite that fell seemed to echo the loneliness and anguish that Yuu felt inside her.

As she watched the shooting stars cut across the sky like sharp blades, one of them stood out, shining with a disturbing intensity that seemed to whisper Yuu's name as the golden ball of fire quickly fell towards the ground. Without knowing why the girl just followed her heart and with an irresistible impulse, Yuu ran towards the shooting star, her mind filled with a mixture of despair and hope that she didn't know where it came from.

The powerful ball of fire broke apart and reflected various colors and when the star finally fell into her hands. As she held the star in her trembling hands, Yuu felt a wave of magical power envelop her, making her tremble with emotion and fear. A magical energy enveloped her, and in an instant, the star fell apart, disappearing into her body. A warm feeling filled Yuu, and she felt her heart beat faster than ever. The star, now resident in her being, revealed its mysterious and enigmatic personality, whispering ancient secrets and dark promises in her ears and finally a deal was made between the magicless human and the fallen star.

As Yuu absorbed the star's powers, the old Ramshackle dormitory began to shake and transform in sinister and fascinating ways before his eyes. Walls contorted, furniture came to life, and the abandoned place metamorphosed into a lively castle, with sparkling towers and enchanted gardens. The magic of the falling star had awakened the true essence of the place, revealing its hidden beauty.

The animated castle, now filled with the dark aura of the shooting star, rose majestically from the ground, its dark towers rising like sharp claws against the starry sky. The enchanted garden has turned into a maze of thorns and shadows, where unknown creatures lurk in the shadows, watching with glowing, hungry eyes.

“H-henchman! What is happening??"

With an enigmatic smile on her lips, Yuu looked at Grim, whose gaze reflected a mixture of fear and confusion. "Let's go home," she whispered, her voice echoing like a whisper of unknown magic. The cat nodded silently and ran to the girl's shoulders, saving his questions for later, because maybe later Yuu wouldn't be looking like a crazy woman with a flying Ramsharckle.

The old Ramsharckle dorm floated to where the two were and the door opened waiting for the two to climb up to finally grant the previously magicless girl's heart's desire.

“I'll come back to say goodbye later”

Who knows if she would come back who knows if not

She looked back one last time, remembering her adventures with the troublemaking cat and all the friends she made there. And with a firm step the girl went up in her castle and felt more ready than ever to embark on this adventure.

As the castle floated toward the distant horizon, the lights of shooting stars and meteorites hovered above them, shrouding them in a veil of mystery and intrigue. Yuu felt a shiver run down his spine, but also a sense of determination and courage that had long been forgotten.

And so, enveloped by the darkness of the starry night and the sinister magic of the falling star, Yuu and Grim set out on a journey into the unknown, where ancient secrets and intertwined destinies awaited them in the shadows of their path. Amidst the darkness and starlight, Yuu and Grim's journey was just beginning, with the power of the shooting star guiding their steps towards their final destination.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Every like, repost and comment is very welcome and appreciated. ♥

[braxlrose]

BILL IS SOO FINE IM SCREAMING

YALL THE MODERN BILL FIC IS HERE!!! IM SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT :)

MODERN BILL MODERN BILL MODERN BILLLLLLLL

tw: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lmao), swearing, hair pulling?? oral (f!r! receiving), idrk what else

englisch isn't my first language so I hope this isn't bad, Idk if i messed up any words

"Ich hab dich so sehr vermisst.."

It was 10 PM at night and you had been invited to a wedding by some friends. It was so beautiful and elegant. There was a big dance floor, flowers everywhere and little white lights hung along the walls. The wedding ceremony itself was now over but you stayed to dance and indulge in some of the food. Everything was going amazing until you saw him. Bill.

You haven't seen him since 2011. He looked so amazing. His hair was now blonde and more wavy than it used to be and he had more facial hair. Him and Tom were both there together, but Bill didn't seem to be with anybody. Which made relief flush over you. It probably shouldn't have, considering you two broke up 3 years ago. You didn't realize how much you missed him until you saw his beautiful face.

He was over at the bar sipping a martini while Tom was off with his date. He had on a plain white button up and some black pants. His sleeves were rolled up slightly so you could see the tattoos on his hand and arms much better. You honestly looked like a stalker. You had been staring at him for at least 10 minutes now. I mean, what were you even supposed to do. Just go up to him and say hi? Yeah, that's actually exactly what you are supposed to do. Which leads to where you two are now.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on your waist. He was quite a bit taller than you, so your head was resting against his chest. The two of you were slow dancing to some song the band was playing. It was so relaxing and peaceful. He was so warm and you felt like you could feel every inch of him as his hands laid softly on your hips. He smelled of cedar and tea tree oil. Probably a new deodorant he got. But this was the greatest feeling in the world.

Or so you thought.

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"This is really nice.." You said to him, trying to breathe in his scent without him noticing.

"Yeah..it is. I've missed you. A lot." He said to you, rubbing his fingers in circles on your waist. What he said made you smile, big. He missed you too. Just as much as you missed him.

"I'm really sorry how everything went down when we broke up..I didn't mean for it to end-"

"Don't worry about it," He lifted your head off of his chest by holding your chin and looked down at you smiling, "I forgive you. You're one of my best friends. I could never stay mad at you forever." Tears pricked in your eyes and your bottom lip poked out a bit at his words. He was always so sweet with you..so..so..sweet.

"Oh fuck!" You rushed into the closest closet you could find and tried to compose yourself after you almost ripped your dress. Bill said he'd meet you here in just a minute. You took off your shoes and threw them in the corner and began to pull down your tights, when someone opened the door. You looked over at the opening like a deer in the headlights. Bill came walking in, chuckling a bit at your demeanor and shut the door, before pushing you against the wall of the closet.

Your lips smashed together. His lips were so soft and tasted like vodka. I guess that's the martini he had. Your thighs were rubbing together like crazy, trying to get some kind of friction when Bill tugged up your dress.

"You're so eager, baby..you want my fingers, hmm?" He teased you, rubbing two of his fingers against your pussy, collecting the wet slick down there.

"I'm the eager one? Remind me which one of us pushed me against a wa- Oh~ my....Bill..." His lips were now all over your clit, licking and sucking. You tried to hold onto a wall as Bill slipped two fingers inside of you. It felt like magic. He was so good. So good at making you feel good. He was so perfect and amazing and his tongue was sooo warm.

A couple tears fell down your cheek as he sucked harsher on your clit and finger fucked you.

"Bill..Oh my god....please.." Your eyes were practically screwed shut and your pussy kept clenching around his fingers. He looked up at you with his eyes, still licking your clit as fast as he could.

"Please what?" He muffled out. Your teeth were clenched and you began to feel a tightening in your stomach. You grabbed his head and pulled it away from your heated pussy.

"I want to cum on your dick." God, you were so filthy. You had streaks of makeup on your face from the tears and sweat was already forming on your forehead.

"Say no more, schatz.." He stood up from his knees and unbuckled his pants to pull out his cock. It was veiny, and so hard. The tip was already leaking pre-cum. You wanted to get down in front of him and suck him off till he couldn't stand anymore but you needed his cock in you, now.

He grazed his hands through your hair and tightened his grip on it, the kisses he gave you were so sloppy. Drool was everywhere and your makeup and his just smeared more and more. He took his hand out of your hair and gripped both of your thighs. You wrapped them around his waist as he thrusted his cock into you causing you to roll your eyes back. Your mouth was agape as he pounded his dick into you slow and hard. It's hard to tell if he just liked it that way or he was trying to tease you. Either way it felt amazing.

His hands roamed your body and both of your guys' breathing became heavier. He pulled your boobs out of the front of your dress and began to pinch and tweak them. He was so fucking good to you. He was so good at fucking you. You had slept with other people after you too were long broken up but nobody was as good as him. Nobody could be as good. His movements, his touch, him. He was like your other half. He was the only one who could ever make you feel the way you do. Alive. At this moment, you couldn't even remember why you two broke up in the first place. All you knew, was that you want him and only him.

He slid two fingers in your mouth as his pace quickened. You sucked on them like your life depended on it and clenched around his dick. Your eyes began to cross as you got closer and closer. His arms were wrapped around your whole body now and his face was hidden in the crook of your neck.

He bit down on your neck as you both came together. Your breathing began to level again and your arms were still wrapped around his neck. You rested your head on his shoulder as you could feel yourself slipping into your tiredness.

[zacshian]

@rosekillermicrofic | Rosekiller | Word Count: ~450 | Prompts: Forbidden, Forest, Smile | Date: 5 July

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"Are you crazy?"

"Shh", Barty hissed.

Evan raised his senses, alarmed by the ripples on the lake. He waited. One. Two. Three. Then carelessly questioned, "Why are we here, Bee?"

"Shh." That was the flat reply.

Evan aimlessly followed the tall boy under the wispy moonlight. Their robes skated over the soil like a phantom. Barty moved dangerously towards the Forbidden Forest and an unknown uncanny feeling strapped them at their movements.

They shouldn't be here, lurking in the shadows of the forest, at the mourning hour of a grimmy night.

"Have you seen the moon?", Barty whispered.

"What's about it?"

"It's beautiful."

"So?", Evan asked.

"It's a lunar eclipse tonight."

"And?"

Barty halted, making the feeble torso of Evan bump into his body.

"I will show you", Barty said, an excitement erupting in him as he turned back to meet Evan's confused eyes.

Then, Barty strictly held Evan by his wrist and they ran. They ran till they found themselves deep into heart of the forbidden land.

Evan heavily breathed, "Have you lost your mind?"

Barty chuckled. Then he said, "Can we wait for some more moments?"

"What's -"

They didn't have to wait. It happened in no time.

The sky blacked out. The moon disappeared as if a big spoon had scooped it from the vast expanse of the night. Evan stood petrified, unable to clear his head.

He whispered, "Bee?"

But, where was Barty? Evan threw his arms, pulled his wand, "Lumos!"

A faint light erupted. But it wasn't enough. There was no Barty, and without him the world was collapsing. It felt like a thousand many emotions pounding his heart.

The light evaporated. And Evan dared not to lighten it again because he was scared, he wouldn't find Barty.

A low, clouded voice erupted from his mouth, " Bee?"

And that was it. A roar or a scream or just maybe an eruption.

Evan saw a silken white fabric, or atleast it looked like one, which swirled past him, whooshing to the left then towards the right. It was bright yet transparent, like a ghost but brighter than the moon. It went through Evan and around him, dancing in the air, swaying along the breeze.

Then it took the shape of a fauna that plainly bounded around Evan, illuminating him. It carved into a silver crown over his head, then touched his lifted wand and disappeared just the way it appeared.

Evan was quite. The sudden change in brightness, blinded him but when he could finally make out his surroundings, he saw Barty smiling.

"What was that?", Evan said.

"Magic."

"That was crazy."

"That was", Barty admitted.

"That was beautiful."

"You are beautiful."

The moon slowly appeared among the clouds. Lunar eclipse doesn't last long. But the smile of his lips that Evan had, seemed like lasting forever.

"Happy Birthday, psych", Barty said.

"I love you, maniac. "

[koyagifs]

shattered trust

pairing: Ravenclaw!Hongjoong x Hufflepuff!reader au: harry potter genre: angst | fluff | Summary: as the years go by, you never noticed the dark side of your lover.

Warning(s):

Some cursing, their ages will be aged up a bit! This fic is not meant to reflect how Ateez are in real life. This is a fanfic.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖

The Yule Ball was a swirl of magic and enchantment, but for Hongjoong, it felt like he was standing on the precipice of a spell gone wrong. Mina’s tug on his arm broke the trance, but the look on your face lingered in his mind.

As he turned to follow her, he couldn’t shake the image of you in that stunning dress. The way it danced with you, how your smile lit up the dimly lit Great Hall—it all felt so right, yet so painfully distant. The way he could feel your eyes on him as he tried to focus on the night with Mina.

Something was nagging him in the back of his mind, screaming at him to run towards you. To show the whole school that you are his and his alone. But, there he was, smiling at Mina who held a proudful smirk on her face as she went towards her friend group.

Hongjoong's heart raced with each step he took alongside Mina, but every glance toward you only amplified his internal struggle. You sparkled in that dress, a vision of beauty that felt like a siren call. It was infuriating how he had to pretend, smiling at Mina while the weight of his desire to be with you pressed down on him.

Mina's laughter filled the air, but it felt hollow to him, a distant echo compared to the warmth of your presence. He could feel your gaze lingering on him, a tether pulling at his heart. The nagging voice in his mind grew louder, urging him to break free from the confines of expectation.

As Mina joined her friends, Hongjoong stood at the edge of the group, torn. He wanted to burst into the crowd, claim you as his, but the moment felt so fragile. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the turmoil inside him.

" i'm surprised you actually got him" One of her friends spoke, Mina puffing her chest in pride.

"I told you that dumb bitch will not be an issue. It also helps with a simple spell," Mina said, her hands interlocking with Hongjoongs.

Hongjoong’s stomach dropped at Mina's words, a cold realization washing over him. A simple spell? The warmth he had felt moments before was replaced by an icy dread as he glanced back at you. Did you know?

Mina’s grip tightened around his hand, her proud smile making it even harder to breathe. He felt trapped, like a puppet on strings, and the laughter of her friends echoed around him, mocking the weight of the situation.

He fought against the surge of frustration, the nagging voice growing louder, urging him to break free. How could he reclaim his agency when the very thing that drew him to you was being overshadowed by Mina’s magic?

As Mina pulled him toward the dance floor, Hongjoong felt a wave of resistance rise within him. The music swelled, but all he could focus on was the distance between you and him, the flickering light of your smile dimming in his mind as he was dragged further away.

Mina swirled him into the crowd, her laughter bright and bubbly, but it felt like an illusion, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions swirling inside him. Each twirl felt like another tether binding him to her, and he fought against the growing haze in his mind.

“Come on, loosen up!” Mina chirped, but all Hongjoong could think about was the look of hurt in your eyes when he had hesitated to approach you. He glanced over at you, desperately searching for a sign that you felt the same pull he did.

As the music played on, Hongjoong felt the weight of the spell pressing down on him, the enchantment seeping into his thoughts. But somewhere beneath that haze was a flicker of clarity—a memory of laughter shared with you, stolen glances, and whispered secrets. He couldn’t let it fade away.

Mina grew frustrated, taking her wand out discreetly before she cast another spell on Hongjoong. As the faint glow of Mina's wand flickered Hongjoong felt a sudden chill wash over him. The spell surged through his mind, threatening to cloud his thoughts further.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖

The soft glow of the Yule Ball lights twinkled around you, casting a warm ambiance over the room. Jongho’s laughter broke through the tension, his jokes lightening the mood. You felt safe in his embrace, the rhythm of the music guiding your movements as you swayed together.

“See? You’re smiling!” Jongho teased, his voice playful, yet gentle. You looked up, catching the twinkle in his eye, and couldn’t help but return a small smile, despite the ache in your heart from earlier.

As he danced, he kept his hands firmly, but respectfully on your waist. It felt reassuring. You nestled your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling more at ease.

Jongho noticed your tired look on your face and he began to move towards where the other boys were at. As Jongho led you through the crowd, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The laughter and chatter of your friends filled the air, and you knew you were in good company. He glanced down at you, concern etched on his features.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely audible over the music.

You nodded, offering a small smile. “Just a bit overwhelmed, I guess.”

“Let’s take a break then,” he suggested, guiding you toward a quieter corner where the noise was a little more muted. You could see Wooyoung and Yunho engaged in a lively conversation, their animated gestures punctuating the air.

Once you were settled, Jongho’s hands slipped from your waist, but he kept a protective presence beside you. “See? Just a little space. You can take a breather,” he said, his tone playful again, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Thanks, Jongho,” you replied, grateful for his thoughtfulness. You watched as the other boys noticed you and Jongho, Mingi joining the group with a wide grin.

“What’s going on over here?” Wooyoung asked, feigning concern. “Did Jongho step on your toes to many times princess?”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you glanced at Jongho, who feigned innocence. “not at all, but i'm sure you will,” you teased, playfully nudging him with your elbow.

Wooyoung burst into laughter, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “See? This is why we love Hufflepuffs! Always ready to defend their honor, even against Gryffindor toe-steppers!”

Jongho chuckled, rolling his eyes dramatically. You looked at Mingi, a yawn escaping your lip as he reached his hand out for you. He brought you to your feet, Yunho quick to push him away as he bowed, taking your hand into his.

" my lady, would you care for one last dance?"

You couldn’t help but smile at Yunho’s dramatic flair. “Why, thank you, kind sir!” you replied with a mock curtsy, enjoying the playful atmosphere that enveloped you all.

“Just don’t step on my toes, okay?” you teased, slipping your hand into his.

“Me? Never!” Yunho grinned, leading you back to the dance floor. As he twirled you around, the music shifted to a slower melody, wrapping you both in a cozy rhythm.

Yunho smiled warmly as you swayed together, the world around you fading into a blur. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he said, his voice soft amidst the music. “You deserve a night like this.”

You hummed in response, Yunho placing a quick kiss on your head before he handed you off to Yeosang. Yeosang stepped in with a gentle smile, his presence calming and refreshing. As you moved together, Yeosang’s grace was undeniable, and he had a way of making even the simplest steps feel special.

" you know, just give us the word and we'll jinx Hongjoong somehow."

You laughed softly, the light teasing brightening the moment. “Oh, I’m sure you two have plenty of tricks up your sleeves,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. “Trust me, we’ve been planning for a while. A harmless hex here and there could do wonders.” He twirled you gently, your laughter mingling with the music.

As you continued to dance with of them, you were once again back with Mingi. Mingi can see how tired you looked, the ball still lively.

As the music pulsed around you, Mingi’s eyes softened as he took in your tired expression. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, gently guiding you to the edge of the dance floor. “You’ve been going strong all night.”

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Just enjoying the moment, you know? But maybe I could use a breather.”

“Let’s find a quieter spot,” Mingi suggested, his tone protective as he led you away from the thrumming crowd of wizards and witches, his hand still wrapped around your waist.

As Mingi gently led you away from the bustling Great Hall, the music faded into the background, replaced by the soft murmur of the castle’s stone corridors. Your feet ached from the dancing, but the warmth of the moment lingered in your heart.

You leaned against the cool stone wall, grateful for the momentary respite. Mingi's presence was comforting, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Hongjoong. The way he had looked at you earlier, a mix of longing and confusion, played on repeat in your mind.

“Are you alright?” Mingi asked, tilting his head as he studied your expression. His grip on your waist was gentle, grounding you in the present.

" yeah, just a little tired. That's all Min" You replied, sitting on the stair case to take your heels off. Mingi took the heels in one hand, his other stretched out for you to grab.

" i know your feet are aching but i'll love to show you something"

As you slipped off your heels, relief washed over you, and you took Mingi’s outstretched hand, feeling a warmth radiate from him. “What do you want to show me?” you asked, curiosity piquing your interest.

“Trust me, it’s something special,” he said with a playful grin. He helped you to your feet, and together, you made your way through the dimly lit corridors.

Mingi heart raced with the possibility of you becoming his partner. His fingers interlocked with yours as they swing softly with each step towards the destination in mind.

You felt a flutter in your chest as Mingi’s fingers interlocked with yours, warmth spreading through you with each step. The connection felt easy, natural, but your thoughts still flickered back to Hongjoong. You pushed it aside, focusing on the excitement building within you.

After a few twists and turns, Mingi stopped in front of a door that seemed to shimmer in the low light. “Here we are,” he said, his voice full of anticipation.

He opened the door, revealing the Room of Requirement, and your breath caught in your throat. The space was transformed into a cozy haven, adorned with cushions, soft lights, and a gentle warmth that enveloped you like a hug.

As you stepped further into the Room of Requirement, the soft glow of the lights cast a warm hue around you, making the space feel intimate and inviting. Mingi’s gaze lingered on you, a mix of admiration and anticipation swirling in his eyes.

“Do you like it?” he asked, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. You could sense the hope in him, and it made your heart flutter even more.

“It’s perfect,” you replied, turning to face him, your smile genuine. “I can’t believe you thought of this.”

Mingi took a step closer, the space between you shrinking. " really, the room put everything together. I just thought of the decorations."

“I wanted to create a moment for us, away from everything else,” he said softly, his eyes locked on yours.

The air felt charged, a beautiful tension building as you both stood there, surrounded by the comfort of the room. You felt a rush of emotions, excitement mingled with uncertainty, but for the first time tonight, it felt like you could breathe freely.

“Mingi,” you began, but before you could finish, he gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

His fingers lingered for a moment, and you could feel your heart racing at the intimacy of the gesture. “I just wanted us to have this time together,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to break the spell surrounding you.

You took a breath, the air thick with unspoken words and possibilities. “I really appreciate it. Tonight has been… complicated,” you admitted, glancing away for a brief second.

Mingi tilted your chin gently, bringing your gaze back to him. “We don’t have to think about any of that right now. Just us, in this moment.”

The sincerity in his eyes was grounding, and you felt your worries begin to fade. “Okay,” you replied, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Mingi licked his lip nervously, his fingers still on your chin as he leaned in. Your eyes landed on his lips, your heart beating quickly as your mind raced back to Hongjoong.

As Mingi leaned in closer, the space between you felt electric, charged with anticipation. Your heart raced, torn between the warmth of the moment and the flickering thoughts of Hongjoong.

But Mingi's sincerity drew you in, his gaze filled with a hopeful intensity. You could see the way he cared, how much he wanted this moment to be special. With a newfound sense of ease, you leaned closer, allowing yourself to fully embrace the warmth of the moment.

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Icy

Kinktober - Temperature Play NSFW - Adults Only

Fires roared in the massive hearths around the hall, filling the chamber with dancing light and oppressive heat. Men and women of Asgard gathered around tables to drink and share stories of victory. Others danced in knots between musicians.

A drip of sweat ran down your spine under your gown. The wine warmed you as much from the inside as the fires did from the outside. The noise and ruckus behavior of everyone at the party began to rake at your nerves. If you had an excuse to leave you would.

“Such a frown on such a lovely face.” A deep silky voice spoke in your ear.

You smiled up at the angular face of the God of Mischief. His lithe build is a beautiful contraction to the brutish forms of the Asgardian court. Your voice was sweet despite your words. “My head is tired of the endless bragging. My feet are sore because if sit I cannot avoid unwanted conversation. I’d rather leave but I cannot go unless my father does or I’m ordered to. And I’m hot. It’s making me cranky.”

“Ah, yes.” Loki smiled. “I understand your dilemma. Poor thing.”

You felt his fingers trail over your shoulder blade and down your spine. It felt like cool water washing over your baking skin. Sweet relief stole your breath and made your body shiver.

Head snapping around, you found yourself standing alone.

You searched the crowd, but could not see him.

Another sot moved forward as if to engage you, so you quickly skirted the edge of the crowd. Still, you searched for the raven-haired son of Odin. You spot him leaning against a great column, partially hidden in shadow. He stared back, stoking his neck.

Cold invisible fingers stroked your jaw, slid down your neck, and trailed over the top of your breasts. You shivered again, fighting to keep eye contact with him. Your pulse picked up and you felt your nipples tighten against the silk of your gown. The corner of his mouth quirked up as if he knew exactly how your body reacted.

One man bodily threw another into a group of drinkers, kicking off a fight. With the brief distraction, you lost sight of Loki again.

Cold fingers moved your hair aside. You froze. Loki spoke quietly in your ear. “That fight could get out of hand. I think it’s my duty to remove you from any danger.”

You watched the growing fight. “Are you ordering me to leave with you, my lord?”

“Ah, yes.” He slid his hands gently down your arms. “A Prince of Asgard is ordering you to follow him, for your own wellbeing.”

“Yes, my lord.”

You felt his lips tickle your ear. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”

You followed the God of Mischief away from the grand hall. With each step the excitement and anticipation in your stomach grew. The roar of the gathering fell away only to be replaced by the sound of your own heart. You knew Loki, knew him so well that his voice and touch haunted your sleep.

Loki paused in the empty hallway. His smile grew and he waved a hand over one of the carved stones in the wall. The stone melted away to expose a dark doorway. “After you, my dear.”

You stepped through the entrance to find yourself in a dark bed chamber. Large windows looked over Asgard. Somehow you now stood well outside the city, high in the mountains. Various candles flared to life around the room to supplement the illumination of the stars.

“This is quite the getaway.” You turned back to Loki, seeing the doorway no gone.

“And it’s far enough away no one can hear you scream.” Loki smiled wickedly as a green light shimmered over his body. The fine royal armor disappeared, leaving him naked. He was not as large as some of the others, but his body was lithe and hard.

Your breath came quickly as he moved toward you like a predatory beast. As stepped in front of you, an icy shower poured down your body as your own clothes vanished from his magic. His hand gripped your jaw to turn your face to his. His lips began with a soft touch, but as his tongue delved into your mouth his kiss became demanding.

A soft mewl escaped your throat.

Wrapping his arms around you, he lifted you off your feet without breaking the kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist. He maneuvered through the room, tossing you upon the bed. Loki leaned over you, one knee upon the bed. He lifted both your arms above your head and tied them with soft silken rope.

You watched his eyes drift over your body, the ever-present mischief lighting his eyes.  His fingertips trailed from the hollow of your throat to your hard nipple. His touch as cold as ice. Goosebumps blossomed on your skin and your nipples ached.

A moan escaped as his mouth descended on your breast, sucking hard. His hot tongue brought blessed relief and turned your insides molten. He lavished attention across your chest and moved to nip at your neck.

Loki’s long fingers slipped between your legs, finding you wet and ready for him. Your hips rocked against his hand as he fucked you with his fingers. You felt him smile against the skin of your neck. His thumb brushed your sensitive clit. His touch turned to sudden ice.

You gasped, back arching, and hips pushing into the mattress. Your nerves lit up.

“Don’t run from me.” Loki growled. His touch, freezing cold, rubbed along your heated, sensitive flesh.

Your body shook. Nerves on fire. Senses confused. “Oh, gods!”

“That’s it.” He crawled down to kneel between your legs. The whisper of his heated breath crashed against the frozen touch of his fingers. You trembled. As his tongue lapped at your wetness, you tugged at the bindings for the first time. You desperately wanted to touch him.

Wet, messy sounds filled the room as his fingers pumped in your wet cunt. His mouth nipped and sucked at sensitive flesh. Fire coiled. Your thighs quivered. Curses and cries fell from your lips. Hot and cold. Every nerve screamed for release.

“Loki, please!”

His dark laugh filled your ears as you felt his mouth paint a wet trail up your body. As you sucked his tongue into your mouth, he buried his cock deep. Loki inhaled your scream.

He hiked your legs higher as he came up on his knees. Deep and fast, Loki pounded into you. With hands bound and legs high around his waist, you could only succumb to his whim. Your legs began to shake.

Loki brought your ankle to his mouth, kissing your flesh. “Hold it.” His grip tightened. “Do not come yet. Don’t.”

You breathed deep. Not able to release the intense feeling. Instead it spread, making your chest warm and feet tingle. You watched Loki’s face tighten. His brows drew together. Mouth opened. His fingers gripped you with bruising strength.

“Loki!,” You plead. “God, Loki! Please!”

“Yes!” His hips snapped faster, pushing you into the bed.

Heat bloomed over your body. The intensity stole your breath. So strong. Too much. Loki’s ice cold fingers thrummed against your clit. Shock exploded through your body. The world exploded.

Loki rode through your orgasm, chasing his own, pushing you deep into the mattress, until his roared his own release.

His body covered yours. Absently, you realize your freedom to stroke his back and hair. Loki pulled you close and rolled over. You found yourself draped over him. He smelled so good. Your nose rubbed into his chest. You bounced slightly as he lightly laughed.

“What?” You managed to ask.

“It’s a good thing I brought us here.” Loki kissed your hair. “You did indeed scream.”

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[girl-next-door-writes]

Snowfall Serenade

Characters: Loki x reader

Summary: Best friends, winter magic, and a holiday resort straight out of a dream—will a week of snowy escapades spark something more?

Word Count: 1496 words

Prompts: Ski resort. Best friends to lovers. Wearing their clothes.

A/N: The fantastic @savvy-devine666 requested a little festive Loki and who am I to object?

The air was crisp and smelled of pine, the snow falling in thick, glittering flakes that coated the resort like powdered sugar on a gingerbread house. Christmas lights twinkled in the distance, casting a warm glow across the frosty landscape. You adjusted your scarf and rubbed your gloved hands together, staring up at the grandiose lodge that you and your best friend, Loki, would be calling home for the next week.

“This place looks like it belongs in a holiday movie,” you said, nudging him with your elbow.

Loki arched an eyebrow, his dark hair falling just shy of his shoulders, and gave you that trademark smirk that always seemed to hold some secret. “A bit over the top, isn’t it? All the glitz and glitter. Too festive for its own good.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “You say that, but I know you’ll be the first to steal the best seat by the fireplace.”

“Not if you claim it first, darling.” There was a teasing lilt to his voice, but you noticed the faint flush on his cheeks. Probably the cold, you thought. Definitely the cold.

The truth was, being here with Loki already felt like magic. After years of being inseparable friends, this trip had been your idea—a break from the chaos of life and a chance to finally relax. Loki had reluctantly agreed, muttering about “tourist traps” but secretly excited, as you’d caught him researching the best ski routes days before you left.

Inside the lodge, it was even more beautiful. A roaring fire crackled in the stone hearth, and the scent of mulled cider and cinnamon wafted through the air. Loki, ever the gentleman, helped you out of your coat and scarf, his touch lingering a moment longer than usual. You ignored the way your heart skipped at the gesture. This was Loki, your best friend. Nothing more.

“I’ll grab the key for our suite,” he said, his green eyes flicking toward the reception desk. “You find us some hot chocolate, perhaps?”

“On it,” you replied, grinning as you made your way to the cozy café corner.

When you reconvened, steaming mugs in hand, Loki led you to your shared suite. It was charming, with rustic wooden beams, a Christmas tree adorned with silver and green ornaments, and a balcony overlooking the snowy slopes.

“This is... nice,” Loki admitted, setting his bag down and glancing around.

“I knew you’d like it,” you teased. “It’s practically screaming your aesthetic.”

“I suppose it’s tolerable,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

The next few days were a whirlwind of winter activities. You dragged Loki to the slopes, where he proved to be a surprisingly graceful skier, despite his earlier complaints. You weren’t nearly as skilled, but Loki stayed by your side, catching you every time you wobbled.

“You’re doing splendidly,” he said after your fifth near-tumble.

“Liar,” you laughed, breathless. “You’re just saying that so I’ll keep humiliating myself.”

“Nonsense. I’m saying it because it’s true.” His voice softened, and for a moment, his gaze lingered on you, unguarded and vulnerable. Then he cleared his throat and turned away.

Nights were spent curled up by the fire, sipping cider or cocoa while playing cards or talking for hours. Loki seemed more relaxed than you’d ever seen him, the usual sharp edges of his sarcasm dulled by the holiday cheer. You found yourself watching him more often than you should, noting the way the firelight danced in his emerald eyes or the rare but genuine smiles that crossed his face.

You tried to shake it off. He was your best friend. Nothing more.

On Christmas Eve, the resort hosted a moonlit snowshoe hike. Loki was skeptical, but you convinced him with the promise of a quiet night under the stars. Bundled up in layers, you followed the group through a trail that wound around the forest. The snow sparkled under the full moon, and your breath puffed in white clouds in the frigid air.

Somewhere along the way, Loki fell behind the group, and you stayed with him.

“You’re brooding,” you teased as the two of you trudged through the snow.

“I am not,” he replied, his voice defensive but tinged with amusement. “I’m merely... thinking.”

“About?”

He hesitated, glancing at you briefly before looking away. “Nothing of consequence.”

You stopped walking and grabbed his arm, forcing him to face you. “Loki, what’s going on? You’ve been weird all day.”

He sighed, his breath visible in the cold air. “It’s nothing. Truly. I suppose I’m just not used to this sort of... festivity.”

“You mean fun?” you teased, earning a small chuckle from him.

“Yes, fine, fun,” he admitted. Then, softer, “I suppose I worry I’ll ruin it for you. I’m not exactly the ideal companion for such a cheerful holiday.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you said, stepping closer. “Loki, this trip wouldn’t be the same without you. I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”

His eyes met yours, wide and vulnerable. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he gave a small nod, his lips quirking into a faint smile.

Later that night, back in the suite, you found yourself rifling through your bag for warmer socks. Loki had gone to take a shower, leaving his clothes draped over a chair. Without thinking, you grabbed his oversized sweater and pulled it on. It was soft and smelled like him—a mix of cedarwood and something you couldn’t quite place.

When he walked back into the room, his damp hair curling at the edges, he froze.

“Is that my sweater?” he asked, his voice somewhere between curious and flustered.

You looked down at yourself and grinned. “It’s mine now. It’s warm.”

Loki’s cheeks flushed, and he looked away, muttering something under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked, stepping closer.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, his gaze darting anywhere but you.

“Loki...”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I said you look lovely in it”

You blinked, startled by the sudden confession. A warmth spread through your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you smiled. “You did. And thank you.”

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the air between you seemed to shift. He opened his mouth to say something, but then hesitated.

“What?” you prompted gently.

“Nothing. It’s... nothing.” But his tone was soft, almost wistful.

The next evening, Christmas night, the resort held a small gathering outside by the firepit. Guests milled about, sipping hot drinks and chatting. But you and Loki had wandered off, drawn to the quiet beauty of the moonlit slopes.

You stopped by a clearing, where the snow fell gently around you, the world bathed in silver light. Loki stood a few steps away, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, his expression thoughtful.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you asked, breaking the silence.

He turned to you, his green eyes catching the moonlight. “I was just thinking how odd it is that I’ve spent so much time resisting things like this. Happiness, connection. I’ve always thought they were... out of reach.”

“They’re not,” you said softly.

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the snow. “Perhaps not. But they’re frightening, nonetheless. To care for someone, to let them in... it’s a risk.”

“It’s worth it,” you replied, stepping closer.

Loki’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, he looked as if he might argue. But then his expression softened, and he reached out, his gloved hand brushing against yours.

“You make me believe that,” he said quietly, his eyes widening as he realised the words had escaped him. “Did I just say that out loud?” he chuckled sheepishly.

Your breath caught as he stepped closer, his gaze searching yours nervously. Snowflakes clung to his dark hair, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold. He looked impossibly beautiful, and your heart ached with the intensity of it.

“Loki...”

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

His lips met yours, soft and tentative, as if he was afraid you might vanish. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you, caught in the moonlight with snow falling around you. When he pulled back, his gaze searched yours, uncertain and vulnerable.

“Was that...” he began, his voice barely audible.

“Perfect,” you finished for him, a smile breaking across your face.

He let out a soft laugh, his tension melting away as he pulled you into his arms. For the first time, Loki looked at peace, his insecurities replaced by the quiet certainty of your presence.

And as the snow continued to fall, the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other and the magic of the moment, knowing that this Christmas had given you something far more precious than either of you could have imagined.

[clockwork-ashes]

Something Lonesome - Part I (as we know it)

Read also on Ao3 :)

Summary: Elain dies when she’s thrown into the cauldron, but she doesn’t stay dead for long. Over and over, again and again, something brings her back, and every time she finds her way to Lucien.

Note: This is a romance, but it’s also just a story about Elain. There will be a happy ending <3 Also, completely dedicated to the lovely @nocasdatsgay because I have so many ideas and every time I yell them into the tumblr void (the tags) she has something nice to say <3

Elain screamed as her foot hit the water. 

No words fell from her lips, not as terror gripped her like a vice. It felt as though she had stepped onto a frozen lake, the surface so cold that it burned her bare skin.

Elain kicked at the guards as they hauled her forward, her neck twisting painfully as she tried to capture the king’s attention. 

Pretty, he’d called her. Perhaps it would be enough to spare her life, Elain thought. Beauty had always been the best of her qualities, a weapon she’d been taught to wield even before she’d been old enough to understand it fully. 

Smile, sweetheart. 

Her mother would say. 

Women are always lovelier when they’re happy. 

Elain wanted to rip out the king’s throat with her teeth. He kept his dark gaze on Feyre, taking her sister in with an ancient amusement. She remained unseen, desperation clawing at her throat as a sense of familiarity washed over her. 

Something tugged gently onto her rib, a thread being pulled. Elain’s eyes were drawn to the handsome lord who had ultimately betrayed them. His voice had been rich as gold and sweet as hone  when he’d demanded the guards stop. 

He’d surged towards her, staggered as he’d attempted to reach out. Magic had leashed him next to the High Lord of Spring, pinning him in place, useless. Elain tracked the vicious scar that cut across his features, a cracked piece of glass that had not broken completely.   

He looked horrified, expression pained as he refused to turn away from the sight before him. 

Lucien. 

Elain couldn’t remember when she’d learned his name, but she was certain that if she called out to him, he would respond. She knew it just as surely as she knew herself. 

Stay.   

The word was written all over his face, an echo in her mind just as she felt her heart shatter. She couldn’t breathe, her body unable to comprehend what had occurred. She felt the same, and yet entirely different. She was not given the time to examine the sudden shift, no chance to analyse what it might mean. 

In a single movement, Elain was shoved carelessly into the Cauldron’s whirling waters. She gasped, tasting blood on her tongue. Her limbs were pulled in opposite directions by phantom hands, joints groaning at the pressure. Skin peeled back like tree bark, revealing the white bone beneath. 

Elain witnessed none of it. There was a golden thread keeping her from sinking, looped around her ring finger, bright as the sun. The darkness danced along the edges of her vision, her curls floating in a blurred mess around her. 

Old friend.

Recognition flashed in Elain’s mind, and she reached for it. As if she were threading her hands through a field of grass, the gesture was enough to ease her nerves, rhythmic. 

Wait a moment longer.

Everything seemed to pause, the world no longer spinning. A sense of calm lingered, the silence lovely. 

Please. 

Elain felt light. Ripped apart, but she was tenderly being put back together. Apology and understanding was a soft caress as the water rippled. It felt like an eternity, time endless like the Cauldron she had been forced into. 

She shut her eyes, but the darkness had already begun to ease back. It trickled like a stream until everything was crystal clear. Elain could see the elegant pearl of her engagement ring, the gemstone dull in comparison to the golden thread coiled around her finger. 

The universe tilted, and Elain allowed the waters to carry her back. She’d nearly forgotten about the throne room, had hoped for a moment she would have returned to the false safety of her home. 

The tiles were warm in comparison to the Cauldron, Elain thought, her cheek pressing uncomfortably against the smooth surface as she regained feeling in her arms and legs. She pushed herself onto her elbows, tremors making her unsteady. 

Elain breathed in sharply. 

Nesta was next, she knew. She could hear the howl of anger her sister roared in response, the king speaking as well but her ears couldn’t make out the words.

“Don’t just leave her on the damned floor—”

She caught only Lucien’s sentence, anger in his tone as a flash of sunlight flared in the large space. It reflected prettily against the black water on the tile, golden like the strange thread that had slowly begun to fade. It swirled like a winding river on a hand drawn map, one end leading to Lucien as he knelt like a knight in front of her. 

Elain winced, shoulders curling inwards just as he draped his jacket onto her trembling form. She pulled back, staring at the brown skin of his throat. She couldn’t bring herself to look away, not even as she heard the guards throw a still thrashing Nesta into the Cauldron. 

Lucien pulled Elain into his arms and she fell onto his chest clumsily. Ice water poured around her feet, but the coat kept her warm. The thick fabric smelled like fresh apples and early mornings, throwing her into memories of summer days spent gardening beneath a cloudless sky. 

Elain breathed in, comforted instantly despite what had been done to her. She tucked her chin beneath the collar, using it as a makeshift shield in order to hide from her surroundings. 

Lucien kept a respectful hand between her shoulder blades, and Elain was aware of the heat of his palm leaking through the material.

Nesta slammed into them roughly, undeterred by those watching, unbelievably brave in the face of what they’d just suffered. Elain felt slender fingers grab onto her waist, pulling as she snarled at Lucien. “Get off her!”

Elain slipped when he moved back, but Nesta’s grip was unforgiving. Her sister sobbed, the sound heart wrenching but not capturing her attention as it normally would have. 

If Nesta or Feyre had cried as children, Elain could never stop herself from doing the same. She’d always felt their pain, caring to the point where it became embarrassing. A desperate hand ran over her still wet hair, almost as though Nesta was checking to make sure they were both still alive, the touch grounding. 

Elain was staring over Nesta’s shoulder, though, eyes locked onto a mismatched pair. She gazed up at him, close enough for her to hold onto if she wished. She heard the rapidly beating rhythm of his heart, thunderous in her ears. 

Lucien’s voice broke like waves against the shore as he whispered. “You’re my mate.”

[sh0ek0]

miss you (part 3)

part 1, 2

genre: angst, smut, dark content, all over the place content warning: 18+ !MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! As I forgot to mention in part I + II: aged up characters OF COURSE (college setting), mentions of alcohol and drug use, name calling, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, violent behavior, emotional abuse, choking, dj!choso, rough!megumi, hints of narcissism, obvious mental problems, maddy and nate (euphoria) kinda dynamic, euphoria inspired dialogue, DARK CONTENT, I really don’t know how to do these content notes, I’m sorry, I’m trying pairing: Choso x Reader, Megumi x Reader (kinda???) word count: about 10k

A/N: I really love to include some songs that inspire me while writing, I love music (that’s such a basic thing to say lol) so if you're up for it click on the lyrics. Also I really hope this was worth the wait, I am so sorry 🫠 this is kind of all over the place, like always, but I want to stop being so critical with myself, soooooo yeah. Here you go 🤭

Everything just felt so wrong. It was so hot down here and you were constantly bumping into people. The alcohol in your blood was making you dizzy with every step you took through the crowd and it was definitely messing with your sense of balance. You felt kind of nervous, but it was your own fault.

You were the one who hid in your bed for a whole week, your anxiety now at an all-time high. 

And you were the one who accepted all those drinks that Yuji had mixed for you upstairs.

However, those drinks seemed to fulfil their promise of freeing you from your inner torment, and as soon as the people around you were starting to look a little blurry, you start to move to the loud music blaring from the speakers.

I don't ever wanna see you / And I never wanna meet you again / One thing / When you're angry, you're a jerk / And then you treat me like I'm worth nothin'

"This track goes so hard." 

You open your eyes as you hear a familiar voice screaming in your ear. You see Nobara grinning from ear to ear as she dances to the music, the parts of her body that are not covered were glistening with sweat as the fluorescent lights hit her skin. She looked so damn beautiful.

How much you loved your friends.

This time it was Maki who dragged Nobara and you along with her to a house party off campus so the three of you found yourself in some guys huge basement, loud techno music blasting from the speakers and lots of sweaty people pressing up against each other. It was hot and completely dark except for a few neon lights that made it possible to at least distinguish a few faces. 

Not a single person down here seemed to be in any real control of their senses anymore, most of them were completely out of it already, while you could only imagine what kind of drugs they had in their systems by now. But hey, it was none of your business and you wouldn't judge, so the only thing that mattered was that the three of you were having a fantastic time.

I don't ever wanna see you / And I never wanna meet you again / It’ll happen again / I watch it happen over and over again

Another thing that brought you down here to this shady basement was a rumor that this new DJ was doing a pretty good job. And you knew he was pretty cute too - from where you were standing you could see his face hidden behind a MacBook screen, his hands effortlessly dancing across the array of buttons, knobs and sliders in front of him. Watching him, his body moving in sync with the music, his head bobbing as he worked his magic, you couldn't help but notice how good he looked. His lip was visibly split from last weekend's events and the pale hint of a black eye still marked his skin, but if you were being honest, it made him look even hotter.

You find yourself staring in his direction for a second too long and before you can look away, his eyes lock with yours and you see the realization in them just seconds later.

You feel a jolt of electricity run through your veins as your eyes lock.

Choso turns his eyes back to the DJ set in front of him a few times, but each time he looks up, you can feel him searching for you in the crowd. You can feel his gaze sticking to you like the bodies of Nobara and Maki who were dancing near you.

The heat around you envelops you like a suffocating blanket, while the bass pounds through the walls, pulsing in your chest and guiding your movements.

Don't try to find me / I’m better left alone than in this / It doesn't surprise me / Do you really think that I could care? / If you really don't like me / Find somebody else, it could be anyone else out there

The next time you turn in his direction, it was you who sought his gaze, flashing him a mischievous grin as your eyes locked again. 

Choso raises an eyebrow, but the grin on his lips gives him away. He winks at you, and as you continue to watch, you notice him smiling to himself as his hands skillfully move over the equipment, fading the old track into a new one. A few people immediately start to cheer.

Say yes to Heaven / Say yes to me / If you dance I’ll dance / d-dance / I’ve got my eye on you / you / you / you

The moment you recognise the song, a squeal escapes your lips. Your hips sway effortlessly from side to side, perfectly in sync with the rhythm. Nobara has her arms loosely wrapped around your neck, joining in and mirroring your every move. 

Choso knew you loved this song. 

You fell in love with it the first time you both heard it. That was a few weeks ago in his and Yuji's apartment, you were talking about music and you told him that you absolutely adored Lana Del Rey. It seems that he didn't forget that, because he mixed the song into something completely different, but just as beautiful.

You couldn't help but think that it felt like he'd done that for you. 

But did he?

Either way, he's managed to sweep you off your feet with a little gesture like that, and you can't remember the last time a man did that for you.

It feels like hours have passed before you realise that another DJ has taken over. As the current track slowly fades out into a new one, you notice how the vibe changes and most of the people who came for something with more bpm start to leave to go back upstairs.

Nobara grabs your hand and pulls you with her, Maki follows.

"Hey, I like that song—", you protest but Nobara and Maki were on a mission to get some fresh air. 

You notice how fast your heart was beating as the three of you make your way to the stairs, the pounding music slowly fading into the background.

"That was so good," Nobara sighs and you nod in agreement, still dizzy from all the sensations around you that your drunken brain was having trouble processing, "Choso did a damn good job, I didn't even know he could do that."

"Neither did I," you add, leaning down to take a sip from the straw in Maki's drink, "but he has skilled hands, so it makes sense."

"Oh shut up," Maki groans and you take the drink from her. You couldn't really tell what was in it, but you've reached a point where everything tastes the same to you anyway.

"I still don't understand why those idiots prefer to stay upstairs with Gojo and Getou and play beer pong," Nobara sneers, making you laugh. She was so right.

"Well, they missed a healing experience," you say, staying close to the two girls while more and more people leave the basement, "I thought all I needed was some random guy to fuck me in the bathroom to get Megumi out of my head, but actually this was just as good."

Nobara turns around and stares at you in shock as you take a sip of the unknown drink, causing you both to burst out laughing. 

"A win is a win, I guess," she says and you high-five her. 

"I'm actually so proud of you," Maki says, nudging your side before wrapping her arm around your waist.

You were surprised at how easy it was for you to talk about him. You hadn't heard from him in well over a week, and you weren't about to keep feeding your own delusion by telling yourself that  that hookup in his car was enough to rekindle your relationship. The two of you were over, and not just since he had dropped you off at your apartment at 4am last weekend. Those had been empty words, everything he had said to you that night. You had lied to yourself, thinking you could change his mind by having sex with him. He hadn't even waited until you were safely inside, instead you heard his tires squealing right after you slammed the door of his car shut.

"Who says you can't have both?" a deep voice whispers in your ear, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Well, that was embarrassing.

You immediately recognise his voice. 

Maki and Nobara start to giggle while you just freeze. They couldn't possibly have understood what he was saying at this volume, but the suggestiveness in his voice was enough to make you blush.

You turn and look up at Choso, who was looking back at you with a smirk on his lips. Up close, he looked even more battered than before, but you refrain from saying anything. An apology wouldn't help him and Megumi didn't look too good either.

He hugs you briefly, his hand remaining on your lower back even after you pulled away.

"Your set was great," you say, suddenly feeling a bit shy. Even though you meant it, you just wanted to fill the awkward silence. The fact that Maki and Nobara were standing right behind you didn't help, and Choso caught you so off guard that you didn't really know what to say or do. 

In the end, overthinking was what you did best.

Choso smiles at your comment and you catch his eyes roaming over your body for a second. 

"Thanks, I could see you enjoyed it," he replies, looking you straight in the eye. 

You can barely stand his gaze, your face could hardly get any redder and just as you open your mouth to say something, he clears his throat, his hand still on your back.

"Let's go upstairs, I need something to drink," he motions to Maki and Nobara to take the lead, "it's so damn hot down here."

"Oh, it really is," Nobara says, taking Maki's hand and dragging her through the crowd and up the stairs.

You and Choso follow, him being so gentle as he makes sure you don't bump into anyone, as you still have trouble walking a straight line in your knee high boots.

"Oh - careful," he says, catching you just before you could stumble up the stairs, "you know I'd do anything to get that goddamn asshole out of your head, but you really can't make me take advantage of a drunk girl."

Again, the words were only meant for you as you fell back against his chest, strong arms holding you, his hot breath brushing your neck, his lips just below your ear. 

He managed to get you up, and once you were both surrounded by even more people and loud music, you turn to face him.

"I might be drunk, but I'm not a girl," you say, looking at him challengingly.

"Oh," he laughs, "did I miss anything?" He looks at you for a moment, the grin never leaving his lips.

You just glare back at him.

"Fine, excuse me, ma'am," he says, making you giggle.

"But you are drunk," he observes. 

"Then let's get even more drunk together," you decide, taking his hand to lead him into the kitchen. 

"Sounds like a plan," Choso says, laughing, "Lead the way."

If you had turned around, you would have seen the adoration with which he looked at you. At that moment, he would have followed you anywhere. 

Maki was already sitting on the kitchen counter and Nobara was standing next to her, giggling at something she said. The two were drinking from red plastic cups when Yuta made his way over to them, waving at you. 

You wave back at him before you look around to see Yuji still mixing cocktails.

You and Choso push past some people to keep Yuji company, who hands you both two cups. Yuji grins as you taste his secret recipe and you immediately grimace. Right now you can definitely taste more than four different kinds of alcohol and that should be enough of a statement to make a final judgement about his creation

"I mean, it does it’s job but please don't ever start bartending anywhere," you groan and take another sip.

"Yeah, listen to her," Choso says, but he empties his drink before you do.

"Hey, don't hurt me like that," Yuji protests, "you weren't complaining earlier, though." 

"Well yeah," you say, "But I don't take any responsibility for the fact that you had the plan to get me drunk."

"Oh, I would never do such things," the pink-haired boy says, pouring another cup for Choso before changing the subject.

"My brother was doin’ a pretty good job down there in that basement, huh?"

"Yes, he definitely was," you gush as he reminds you, "but where were you? You missed something."

"Oh, I didn't," he replies, "I was right next to him, watching all the magic happen right in front of me."

"Really?" The music changes and you had to shout over it.

"Yeah, but I guess you only had eyes for someone else," Yuji grins, making you blush.

You sip from your cup, cheeks red and the grin still on your lips, but you don't say anything, instead looking up at Choso. 

"I'm going outside for a smoke, join me if you want," he says in a low voice, letting go of your hand, only now realising that you've been holding it the whole time.

You nod and watch him until he disappears through the kitchen door and out onto the patio. You see him join Gojo and Getou who had been sitting outside with Hakari, Kirara, Nanami and Haibara for a while. Before Choso could even sit down, Hakari was already holding a joint out to him.

Yuji snaps you out of your thoughts and you take another sip of your drink.

"Hey, what's going on, huh?"

You weren't sure what he was hinting at.

"What?" you ask, trying to concentrate on what he is saying.

"You and my brother," he replies, getting straight to the point, "what's going on with you two?"

"I don't know," you say, not even lying, "nothing? Something? I don't think I can say."

"Mhm," Yuji pauses and looks around before turning back to you, "Megumi's here tonight, I saw him earlier."

"Great," you say and put down your cup, "I don't care."

"I think I've heard that before," he sighs while looking at you with worry in his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I don't really care," you say, slightly disappointed, "he doesn't care about me either."

"I doubt that," Yuji tells you, without specifying what exactly he doubted. 

You lean against the counter next to him and watch the people standing around in the kitchen. Most of them were talking, shouting at each other over the loud music, dancing or laughing.

You had already drunk a lot and no decision you would make now would be a good one. Your senses were far too clouded for that, but you needed that kind of ease, you wanted to turn off your racing thoughts. So you didn't have too many options, either you could bang your head against the wall to stop thinking about him, or…

"Let's do some shots," you suggest, almost immediately hearing Yuji groan. You grab a bottle of tequila from the bar and pour yourself and Yuji two glasses.

"What about lemon or salt?", Yuji protests, but you just clink glasses with him.

"What an amateur," you retort, raising the glass to your lips, downing the contents and immediately refilling it, "works just fine without it."

"I hate you," you hear Yuji groan as he does the same, "this is fucking disgusting."

You both start to laugh at Yuji's disgusted expression. The tequila burns as it runs down your throat and you realize just how much you overdid it already.

But wasn't that half the fun? You always had the best nights when you and Maki would stumble into your apartment early in the morning, still completely drunk, with Yuta struggling to somehow try and get you two into your beds.

You start to refill your glasses when Yuji puts the half-empty bottle aside and looks at you with that worried look on his face. Before you can protest or tell him off for looking at you like that, someone else catches your attention.

That couldn’t be.

"Oh, he wouldn't do that…", you say under your breath, completely in disbelief, "that fucking..." 

Yuji holds you by your wrist. The two of you just stand there and watch as Megumi stumbles into the kitchen.

He was holding the hand of a blonde stranger. A stranger, at least until she turns around and sits down on the kitchen island in the middle of the room. You see Maki and Nobara turn to them as well, with Yuta looking at you instead.

You recognize the blonde girl right away.

And just when you think this scene couldn't get any more absurd, you watch as Megumi kisses Yue. Yue, the girl from the party last weekend, the one who went to the same class as you. The girl who tried to stop you from looking for Megumi. 

The girl who was so "worried" about you.

"What the fuck," you curse, trying to free yourself from Yuji's grip, "I'm going to fucking claw her eyes out, I fucking mean it."

Yuji was the only one who could hear you, loud music was still blaring from several speakers throughout the house.

"Am I fucking dreaming?" you yell over the music, "fucking let me go Yuji, I'm gonna..."

"That's his ex-girlfriend." Yuji says. Nothing else, just 'That’s his ex-girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend?

"I saw him talking to her right after he tried to beat up Choso," he adds.

He didn’t. That couldn’t be—

"No, he..." That couldn’t be true.

"I saw his car outside her dorm the morning after the party when I was walking over to football practice."

It took you a moment to process this information.

"He didn't..." You wanted to throw up. Maybe it was just the tequila, but there was still the tiny chance that this bizarre scene was to blame for you suddenly feeling sick to your stomach.

"Get a fucking room, you disgusting piece of shit." You hear Nobara screaming over the music while Megumi and Yue were tightly entwined, standing right in the middle of the fucking room.

You were still standing next to Yuji, leaning against the kitchen counter and if looks could kill, the two of them would probably have turned to dust by now. You stared at Megumi, watching him as his hands wandered up her thighs and ass, caressing her waist while they made out as if they were the only people in the room.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, your eyes met. 

You could swear he was looking you straight in the eye as his lips trailed down her neck. His eyes were as dark as ever, almost pitch black, and if you were being honest you couldn't be sure if he was just drunk or if he took something else. Even by his standards, the show he was putting on was truly out of character

If that was one of his sick fucking games he liked to play he definitely did not give you a heads-up. What was he trying? Getting back at you for last weekend? What was he trying to achieve? And Yue was his ex-girlfriend? How come you're only finding out now, and how did she have the audacity to even look you in the eye last weekend, let alone try to comfort you?

"You don’t threaten someone you love with a gun."

Well, good for her that he was obviously treating her completely fucking different.

He seemed unfazed by Nobara's comment, and after your brief eye contact, he closed his eyes again, focusing entirely on the blonde in front of him. 

You were almost boiling with rage and the faces you made, made it really difficult to hide your anger.

"Let go of me," you say again with such emphasis that Yuji actually let go of your wrist.

"Don't do anything stupid," he says, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.

"Oh, I would never." Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

'Don’t do anything stupid.' - You didn't even know what to do. For a moment you thought about going up to Yue and ripping out her ugly blonde extensions and telling Megumi how pathetic he was, but instead you did...

Nothing.

You gave Nobara and Maki a quick look, then turned on your heel and stormed out the kitchen door. The cool night air helped you to calm down and it managed to clear the chaos in your head a little.

You take a quick look around before you realize that Choso is still sitting outside with the others, who have spread out over the various seating areas on the patio.

You walk over to them with a determined stride, Kirara sees you from afar and greets you, causing Choso to turn around in your direction. He was sitting comfortably in a two-seater and as he looked at you, you immediately notice his heavy eyelids and dark red eyes. You smile at him and as soon as he realizes it was you, a wide grin appears on his lips.

He makes some room for you, but before he could move to the side you were already sitting next to him, leaning against him, your legs casually stretched across his lap. Not averse to the sudden physical contact, he puts his arm, which had been resting on the back of the two-seater, around your waist and his other hand on your thigh.

"Hi," he says quietly, "what took you so long?"

"Oh, you wouldn't believe me," you whisper back, "your brother really hates tequila and I felt bad for making him do shots with me."

Choso laughs, not asking any more questions. 

"But I’m here now," you say, placing a hand on his chest, "guess I missed you."

"Did you smoke already?", you tease, looking up at him.

"Well, do I look like it?", he asks, that big grin not leaving his lips.

"Mhm, couldn’t tell," you lie while trying your best to hide your feelings from him.

You turn to look at the others and notice that Kirara is watching you. Gojo also looks at you from time to time, his gaze wandering from Choso's hand on your thigh to your hand on his chest. He raises an eyebrow, but you ignore him.

"Hi, y/n," Kirara says with a warm smile on their lips, "how are you? I missed you in class this week."

You could feel that they was really just concerned about you. After all, Kirara had been at the party last weekend as well.

"Yes, I'm better, I think," you answer and try to fake a smile, "Thanks for asking.

Kirara smiles at you again, "I can send you all the important stuff we did. It's not much though."

You watch as Hakari pulls them closer to him, his large body making them look so much smaller in comparison. Hakari and Kirara were one of your two favourite couples, the other one being Yuta and Maki, of course. He adored Kirara and wasn’t afraid to show that every chance he got.

You hear Getou clear his throat and you turn your gaze away from the two to look at him. You see that he is holding a joint out to you.

"You want some?", he asks and you politely decline.

"Oh, no, I think I need to chill for a bit." You smile at him. Your head was already spinning and you couldn't handle the sensation of another drug right now.

"Come on, you've got to try it, Hakari brought the good stuff," Gojo says, making you think for a moment before you reach out for Getou's hand.

"You're so easy to convince," you hear Gojo snort. He grins at you as you take a drag, but you just stick out your tongue.

"Or, maybe you’re just really convincing," you tell him, taking another drag before passing it to Choso.

"I'll remind you who's easy later tonight," Getou says, coming to your defence. You and the others break into laughter at his comment and watch as Gojo crosses his arms over his chest.

You hear the two of them start bickering and notice that the others, Hakari, Kirara, Nanami and Haibara, were also returning to their heated conversation.

"Did something happen in there?", Choso asks a little while later. He was observant even when he wasn't. Of course he had noticed something. You sigh, Hakari has just handed you the joint again and you hold it between your fingers. You take a drag, then a second one.

"Yeah," you say, blowing out thick, white smoke, "but I really just want to forget about it." 

It had already worked. Since you went outside, you had pushed the thought of Megumi and Yue far away from you. It was all so confusing, this time you couldn't understand what his motive could be. Of course he was angry that you had made out with Choso at the party last weekend, but you two had broken up. Why had he waited for you that night in the first place, was he really so shallow that all he wanted from you was sex? And what did he need you for anyway if he had spent the night with her after he dropped you off? 

The look he gave you earlier had been intentional. He wanted to make sure you were watching him, no doubt about that.

"It doesn't seem to be working very well," Choso says as you rest your head on the arm he has wrapped around you. You look up at him as your hand moves to caress his cheek for a moment but as soon as you notice, you pull it back. Even though Choso doesn't seem to mind. It just felt natural, you wanted to touch him as you enjoyed the feel of his hand on your skin as well.

"Being with you helps," you say, without breaking eye contact. That was the truth. Being with him felt peaceful, you didn't have to be afraid that he would snap at any moment, at something you said or did.

You didn't even notice that Nanami and Haibara had already gone inside, presumably to leave the party. Only when Hakari puts out the joint and says goodbye to take Kirara home, you look away from Choso to look at the others. 

Gojo does not make any effort to leave until Getou gets up, standing next to Gojo and looking at him expectantly.

"Come on, Satoru," you hear Getou say, "it's almost two o'clock, we have training tomorrow."

"Yes, but not until ten," the man with the white hair replies, not understanding why he should move now. Getou gives him a meaningful look and Gojo's eyes widen as he rose to his feet.

"Oh, uh - let's see what's going on inside then, I guess," he says, propping himself up on his knees to get out of the chair he was sitting in, "see you guys." 

Getou waves goodbye before pushing Gojo in front of him towards the patio door.

You’re all alone now, besides a few people standing outside and talking. You admire the night sky for a moment while neither of you says a word. It’s so quiet outside, peaceful even.

"Just the two of us, huh?", you say as you look up at Choso. You think for another moment but then, before he's has a chance to even say anything, you kiss him.

Choso wasn’t exactly surprised and instead kissed you back. His hand, which had just rested on your thigh, moved a little further up until it cupped your ass, moving up under your tiny skirt in a swift motion. 

You put your hand on his chest to support yourself and Choso pulls away for a brief moment. 

"You're so beautiful," he mutters, looking down at you through heavy eyelids and making you giggle, "I missed you." 

Then, your lips meet again. You move to straddle his lap, now sitting on top of him you were the one looking down at him.  

"You’re not so bad yourself, y’know," you whisper into his ear as you cradle his face in your hands, your thumb gently caressing the split in his lip.

When he said he missed you, you knew what he meant. 

Because you did, too.

Last weekend wasn't the first time you two had kissed. When Megumi had broken up with you, Maki had to study for some important exams and you had forbidden her from rotting with you in your depression cave. To make it easier for her, you had taken yourself out for a few evenings to Yuji’s place. He welcomed you with open arms in his new apartment, which he had just moved into with his brother. This was also the first time you got to know Choso properly, away from parties or those few casual encounters on campus.

It started innocently enough, your movie nights, the two of them watching every romcom with you that you had picked out beforehand. However, Yuji usually had training the next day, so he had to go to bed early. Choso promised to drive you home later, and as soon as Yuji disappeared into his room, you moved on to other things. He showed you some new songs, and sometimes a friend  of his would come over and Choso would sell him some weed. 

And at the end of the night you would find yourself spread out on his black leather couch, with his head buried between your thighs. 

It became a habit until Maki's exams were done and she wanted to spend more time with you.

You were glad that the couch you were sitting on had its back to the window in the kitchen, protecting you from the prying eyes of those who went outside to smoke or enjoy the cool night air. As you climbed onto Choso's lap, your skirt had risen up quite high, almost to your waist but you were past the point of caring what others would think.

You’re planting small kisses up his neck and jaw, watching him and how he enjoyed having you in his embrace. After a little while he pulls you into another kiss, this time you’re feeling exactly how hungry he was for you. You bite down on his bottom lip, hard, before you pull away for a moment to gasp for air. While you were grinding down on him, you could feel the thin fabric of your panties slowly getting coated with your slick as you were searching for some kind of friction. 

"How about…", you pause, while kissing his neck up to his earlobe, feeling him slowly but surely getting hard beneath you.

"How about we take this inside, maybe look for an empty room?", you finish your sentence.

You didn't have to ask twice before Choso had already grabbed you. He had one arm around your waist, his other hand digging into your hips while you let out a little squeal before wrapping your legs around his middle. He carried you a few steps until he gently set you down in front of the door into the kitchen.

"You’re going to have to walk real close in front of me," he mutters into your ear as he turns you around to take the lead. You could feel how hard he was already as he was pressed up against you and you couldn’t help but giggle at his remark. 

"I promise they’ll be way too drunk to notice," you say, "but let’s get inside and help you with that." 

***

"Shit—" You hear Choso curse under his breath as he was standing behind you, pumping his dick in his fist a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He had you bent over the bathroom sink right in front of him, his other hand digging into the flesh of your hips, surely leaving bruises on your skin.

You hear a loud bang at the door, but decide to ignore it. The person could find another bathroom, you were sure the house was big enough to have a few other options. As the person knocks a second time, this time even louder than the first, you feel Choso getting impatient.

"What the—", he mutters, turning towards the door. "Fuck off," he shouts, getting distracted for just a second while you were so desperate for him to fuck you already. You scoot your ass back against him, feeling the leaking tip of his cock sliding through your dripping wet folds and turning his attention back to you.

"Hold - fuck - hold still," he groans before pushing you down with his hand on your back, holding you in place so you were unable to squirm under his touch. 

"How about you hurry up a bit?", you tease from underneath him, earning yourself a slap on your ass almost immediately. You jerk forward a little, not expecting him to do that, but enjoying the stinging sensation to your skin all the same.

You let out a small moan as he pulls you back up against his chest, cupping your breast with one hand while pinching your nipple, "You’re in a hurry now, huh?", he groans and without giving you another heads-up, he pushes into you slowly. 

He was stretching you out already without even being all the way in, locking eyes with you in the mirror before bottoming out completely, letting out a loud groan as he did.

Choso watches as your lips formed an O, needy moans escaping your mouth while he is thrusting into your wet pussy at a devilishly slow pace. You could feel the perfect curve and every ridge of his dick, stretching you out so well before he pulls out almost entirely, just the tip prodding at your needy hole.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers into your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. His hand squeezes your breasts and you moan at his request, his low voice going straight to your core, making you even wetter than you already were.

"Tell me, did you miss me?," he groans, not breaking eye contact with you, "did you miss my dick?" He plants kisses down your neck and before you could give him an answer he pushes into you again, picking up his pace this time. You cry out at the sudden sensation, the stretch making your eyes roll back while loud moans were falling from your lips. 

"I miss— fuck…", you whine, "'missed you, 'missed your cock inside of me" You had to grab onto the edge of the sink, unable to form another thought besides how good it felt to have him bully his dick into you. 

"Please…", you beg as he continues to fuck into you, holding your trembling body tight against his own.

He watches how your body reacts to him as he was pounding in and out of your pussy relentlessly, your walls squeezing down on his cock so hard he had to use everything he had to not cum into you right then and there. 

"Look at you," he moans right into your ear, "look at yourself taking this dick so fucking good." 

His hand that was just digging into the soft skin of your hips moves further down, his fingers meeting your slick just seconds after. His thumb starts drawing harsh circles on your clit, earning  him a few loud moans that fell from your lips.

"Fuck— Choso, right there, plea—", you whine, eyes squinted shut, "please, 'wanna cum - fuck— don’t stop." 

"I said look at yourself," Choso groans into your ear as you suddenly feel him pulling his hand away, forcing you to obey him and open your eyes. You swallow at the reflection you see in the mirror in front of you.

You were already looking so fucked out, mascara smeared along your undereyes. Your tiny denim skirt was dangling around your waist and that high neck, sleeveless crop top was pulled up above your breasts, squeezing them together. 

"Good girl," he praises, pressing a kiss to your sticky temple while his fingertips continue to rub and pinch at your clit without any mercy. You cry out, louder than anticipated, and watch how tears start to prickle in the corners of your eyes. 

It was too much for you, you were barely able to contain yourself beneath him and you felt yourself getting tighter around him with every harsh thrust of his hips against your ass. Thank god the music outside was so loud, the heavy bass lining up with the lewd noises the both of you made. 

"Shit - you’re getting so fucking tight," he grunts before you hear low moans falling from his lips, "you wanna cum, pretty girl?"

All you can do is whine in response, as you already lost your ability to form meaningful sentences a while ago. "I’m gonna - gonna—", you cry, brows knit together at the overwhelming feeling of him hitting your cervix over and over again. 

You watch how Choso stares at you through the reflection in the mirror, your body almost going limp as you feel your core tightening and the only thing you were being able to do was moan his name, again and again.

"Then cum for me, babygirl," he whispers, his fingertips circling your nipples and pinching your swollen clit while he fucks into your throbbing cunt, getting you closer and closer to your release, until…

"There you go," Choso coos as he feels your walls pulsating around him. Your fingernails claw and scratch at the arm that he had wrapped around you, while you were trying to hold onto something, anything…

Then your orgasm washes over you and it made your thighs shake almost immediately. Choso doesn't stop fucking you through your overwhelming peak, giving you no time to breathe until he finally cums into you as well, thick ropes of hot and sticky cum painting your pussy white while  you had your eyes closed again and you hear him moan into your ear.

You lean back against his muscular chest as the two of you try to catch your breath, raspy moans and small whimpers fall from both of your mouths while neither of you was able to say anything.

You shiver as Choso slides out of you, goosebumps prickling across your body, before he turns you around and you open your eyes to look at him. Your cheeks were flushed and your legs almost too weak to stand on, but you manage to pull your top down, covering yourself up as Choso presses a kiss to your lips. 

He helps adjusting your skirt after you put your panties back on, stumbling against him as you were standing on one leg.

"Careful—", he says and catches you, almost giving you a Déjà vu. 

"You alway got my back, huh?", you ask playfully while you’re trying to fix your hair and makeup in the mirror. 

"Doing my best," he chuckles, pulling up his pants and putting on the hoodie he took off earlier. The shirt he was wearing underneath had stains at the bottom - well, his fault for not taking it off as well. "Let’s get out before they break in the door."

You reach for your bag, now that you can stand in your knee-high boots without holding on to anything, and just as you are about to head for the door, Choso beats you to it.

He holds the door knob as he looks down at you.

"Hey, let’s do that again sometime," he grins and brushes a strand of hair out of your face, "and text me if you want me to get you home."

"You're a gentleman after all," you say and take his hand, grinning as you stand on your tiptoes to give him another kiss on the cheek. "Actually, 'lemme just find Nobara and tell her I’m leaving, I won’t be taking long," you mutter before pulling back. 

"I’ll wait outside for you," Choso says after the both of you have left the bathroom. Not a lot of people were still left and those who were, were not paying attention to the both of you. You feel him squeeze your hand once more before he lets go of it and disappears into the hallway. 

***

You try and make your way into the kitchen, as a familiar voice startles you.

"Stop using my brother to make him jealous," Yuji says, his voice unusually cold as he suddenly pulls up behind you.

You freeze and turn around, slowly.

"What?", you ask, not willing to believe what you’ve just heard. 

"I'm sorry, y/n, but you heard me right," He was serious. Where had he suddenly come from? Had he seen or... heard you? 

"It’s not - it’s not like that, I mean, I," you stammered, completely taken by surprise, "I’m not using Choso."

"Honestly, Y/N, I don't care what you say, I care about my brother, and all you've been doing lately is destroying yourself. You don't give a fuck about your friends, we're always here for you, and yet you go back to him every chance you get."

Ouch.

You could tell he was drunk. This was unusual for him, he was an athlete and although he liked to go to parties, he rarely drank alcohol himself, apart from a few shots for fun. And it took a lot to get Yuji drunk, you were speaking from experience.

The words that came out of Yuji's mouth hurt you. He was right, but none of your friends had called you out on your bullshit yet.

"I can't save you, Y/N. I've given up on that, but don't drag Choso into this. He has no bad intentions and he would actually treat you well, I know you don't want that." Yuji was so serious and you couldn't even argue with him because he was right.

"Your brother is a grown man," you reply coldly, not even able to look him directly in the eyes.

"Yeah, exactly, he’s a man. Plus - he likes you." 

It wasn't as if you denied the way Choso looked at you with absolute adoration in his eyes. You knew he would move heaven and earth if you asked him for something, and even if he wasn't pushy, you could count on him. He was thoughtful and gentle, he knew what you liked and didn't like, and sex with him was fun, so what exactly were you missing?

"Listen, Yuji, this in none of your business," you say, trying your best to keep your calm, "I don’t need saving and your brother is perfectly capable of looking after himself, so—"

"Yeah, whatever," Yuji barks, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand that you only noticed now, "don't come back crying if he hits you again."

Wow. 

You watch him leave as you realize that you've never seen your best friend so upset. You take a step back, startled by the feel of the wall behind you. You feel your way along the cold wall, down the dimly lit hallway, not sure where you want to go, but you wanted to get away from here. Looking for a door to get out, you pass a few couples making out. 

You push down the door handles of a number of locked rooms and people coming towards you bumped into you. Some of them apologise, others look you up and down, whistling or shouting something at you, but your tunnel vision prevented you from noticing anything. 

You had your guard down while the things Yuji had said to you played over and over in your head. 

Just as you reached the door at the end of the corridor, it was a glass door and you could see the starry night sky through it, someone slammed you hard into the wall. You were pushed into the chest of a much taller person who opened the door to your right with one hand and pushed you in with the other. 

"Hey—", you protested, but you had no chance. The man was much stronger than you and at least two heads taller. The familiar scent that rose to your nostrils as you were pressed against his chest set off alarm bells ringing in your head. 

And as you looked up, even the last doubts you naively had were erased.

"Megumi…", you gasp, and immediately try to get a few steps between the both of you. You hear him lock the door behind him and you instantly feel like a cornered animal. Your eyes scan the room for ways to escape, but unless you wanted to climb out the window, the door was the only way out. 

He looked you straight in the eye, all emotion gone from his face. It was obvious that you, on the other hand, were scared. You hadn't seen anyone outside and you were alone in some guest bedroom that was located in a part of the house where you couldn’t even hear anymore music playing.  

You clutched your bag and pulled your big leather jacket, which you had put on on the way out, tightly around you.

As if that would somehow protect you.

Megumi was still standing by the door, motionless. The grin on his lips never reached his eyes as he stared at you.

"I heard you were having fun in there," he says as you watch him closely.

Fuck.

"Yeah, and I want to leave now," you reply, trying your best to contain your voice, "why don’t you go back to Yue and leave me alone?" 

"Mhm." He seems like he’s thinking about it for a moment. "I don’t think so."

You gather all your courage as you decide to walk towards him.

"Cut your bullshit, Megs," you demand, "let me out of here."

He grabs you roughly as you try to reach for the door, pushing you back into the room.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?", you hiss, not willing to hold back anymore.

"You show up here, with your ex-girlfriend, making out with her, in front of me, in front of all my friends, and when you don't get the reaction you want, you jump me?" You almost yell at him and he was still just standing there in front of you with no reaction.

"I'm not doing this anymore Megumi, this isn't one of your little games anymore," you add, on the verge of tears, "why are you doing this to me?"

"I'll do whatever I want to you," his voice was as calm as always, scaring the living shit out of you as he walks towards you.

"I don't care about Yue, she was just, well, there," he says, watching you closely, "I wanted to know if you meant any of what you were saying last weekend, but as soon as your cute ego gets hurt you’re letting the next best guy fuck you in the bathroom."

You feel tears prickling in your eyes, and your attempts to blink them away only cause them to trickle down your cheeks.

"Oh," he mocks you, "now you’re crying." 

"Fuck you," you hiss and wipe the tears from your face. 

When he was standing right in front of you, you could smell not only his familiar scent, but also the smell of alcohol as he spoke to you. He was tense, you could feel it, and in the darkness his eyes looked almost pitch black as he stared at you.

"Watch how you talk to me," he says through clenched teeth, "just because you can't stand that you act like a fucking slut every time, just to get my attention."

What he said made you cry even more and you didn't bother trying to wipe off the tears anymore.

"I don’t wanna talk to you right now," you sob, but of course he doesn’t care what you want.

"But I wanna talk to you," he barks, grabbing you by your wrists as you try to shuffle away from him, "what is it about him that you go back for a second and a third, huh? Want me to beat him up for good this time?"

He was squeezing your wrists so hard that it hurt. 

"I’ll kill him if he ever touches you again," he spits, "fucking dirty whore."

You weren't sure what hurt more, his words, or the way he twisted your arms to bring you closer to his face.

"Shut the fuck up and leave me alone," you manage to get out, "you’re pathetic. I don’t need you."

You try to break free of his grip a second time, only this time he lets go of you to push you away from him. He does this with such force that you lose your balance and stumble backwards into the bed frame, which was now right behind you.  

You land on the mattress and before you know it, you feel his hand clench around your throat, pulling you up to his eye level again. You have to stand on your tiptoes to take some of the pressure off your neck.

He didn’t squeeze much but it still hurt. His grip was strong as ever and you couldn't move, so you stayed still, hoping he wouldn't hurt you any more.

You grimaced in pain and tried to look him straight in the eye. Somehow he had to realize what he was doing, didn't he? He was delirious and that frightened you. You knew this kind of situation all too well and it made you freeze. There was nothing you could do about it, you could only beg him to stop or try and keep still.

"Megumi, please, I’m sorry, you’re— you’re right," you sob, cheeks wet with tears, "just let me go, please…"

Suddenly you feel his hand tighten around your throat, but you don't realize it until he grabs you  by your neck and slams you right back into the mattress behind you. You have no time to react, you just feel a sharp pain as your head hits the headboard and then he finally presses down hard on your throat. You're helpless, gasping for air, barely able to process what he's just done.

"You’re such a fucking whore, Y/N," he fumes, shaking you and pushing you even deeper into the mattress, "you deserve to get treated exactly like the little fucking slut you are."

You whimper and cry, while hearing the blood rushing through your ears as you struggle against his grip.

Panic rises in you and you feel your eyes begin to sting with more hot tears running down your cheeks. In your desperate struggle you feel your muscles ache and your body give in, the shock knocking the last bit of air out of your lungs and you can't breathe, you know you're about to pass out.

"Tell me again who’s pathetic?" His face was right next to yours as he whispered into your ear.

You couldn't stop crying, even though you couldn't even make a sound. You were sure he was going to kill you this time. 

You had to fight back, but he was so much stronger than you.

"Megumi…", you groan.

"I— I need to—", you cough, desperately trying to claw at his arms, "breathe…please…stop—"

You cry and plead and try to free yourself, all while your strength slowly but surely leaves your body. And then, just milliseconds before you were about to lose consciousness, you feel the air flowing back into your lungs. 

You're so out of breath, coughing and choking and crying all at the same time, while your throat burns so badly, that for a moment you're not even sure he's really let you go.

The moment he lets go of you and stands up, you pull your legs towards you and crawl as far away from him as you can, putting your hands around your neck for protection, pulling the high-neck of your top up over the bruises that were probably already starting to form. 

You shake uncontrollably and can hardly stop crying, while he just stands there watching you. You wrap your arms around your legs, concentrating on your breathing as your body continues to shake.

Then he turns and leaves the room without another word to you.

And you wonder if this is your fault.

***

"I'm so sorry," you say, standing behind Choso after you finally found your way out of the house. He was sitting on the steps outside the main entrance, a bottle of beer in his hand, waiting for you. You snuggle into your much too large jacket as you sit down next to him.

"You've been gone for half an eternity." Choso gently nudged into your side and you wince, barely noticeable.

"Nobara was throwing up downstairs," you lie, "I couldn’t leave her."

"Oh, really," he says, you couldn't know he'd seen her leave almost an hour ago, "poor girl, I hope she's feeling better now.

You say nothing, tugging at the high neckline of your top, your legs bouncing nervously.

Choso notices and puts a hand on your thigh. You flinch again and this time he feels it.

"Are you all right?", he asks worriedly, looking at you. Your long hair hides the bruises on your neck, but what it can't hide is your blank stare, your swollen lips and your red, watery eyes.

You nod. 

"Yeah, I'm just cold," you say, trying to smile. Your throat's still hurting when you speak.

He puts the bottle to the side and shuffles closer to you. 

The both of you were sitting on the stairs for a while, neither one of you saying a single word. Choso sensed that something must have happened, but what could he do? He knew you lied to him about Nobara, so he figured you wouldn't tell him anything he didn't want to hear.

"Sometimes I just want what they have, y’know?", you sigh after a while and lean into Chosos side, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment.

"I know I will never find that kinda love."

You're talking about the scene that took place in front of you, a scene that caught your attention immediately. Yuta and Maki were about to leave the party together, and Maki was completely drunk. Yuta had his arm around her to manoeuvre her into the car. They both giggled while Maki tried to wrestle her boyfriend, making it harder than it had to be for the poor boy to get her home quickly.

As you look away, you notice that Yuji was sitting in the passenger’s seat with the window down.

He was getting impatient, waiting for them to finally get into the car, and as he turned to see what was taking them so long, your eyes met briefly. 

You saw him open his mouth as if to say something, but then he noticed Choso sitting next to you and he immediately turned away.

He was still mad at you.

Yuta had finally made it and Maki was sitting safe and sound in the back seat. He planted a kiss on her forehead before gently closing the door behind her and walking around the car. You looked away but he caught you watching the scene and stopped for a moment, flashing you both a smile before he waved goodbye, got into the car and drove off.

"What do you mean?" you hear Choso's voice after you have sat in silence for another while. The car disappeared and you just stared into the distance, trying to find the right words.

"I don't know, there's just no...", you pause for a moment, thinking how pathetic you're going to sound, "there's just no darkness."

That's it. Everything about their relationship was genuine, they cared for each other. There was not a hint of jealousy, no one was trying to control or manipulate the other.

"It's just sweet, they're just... sweet," you swallow, feeling so vulnerable in that moment, "they don't hate each other, there's just so much love. I don't know if that would ever be enough for me. Doesn't it get boring?"

Once again, you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

"Sometimes it feels like I'm going crazy," you mumble.

None of you says a word after that. At some point, you lift your head from Choso's shoulder to look at him, almost as if you want him to say something.

"You’re not," he says, his voice sounding determined.

"I mean, you're pretty fucked up, but you're not crazy." Choso pulls two cigarettes out of a pack and hands you one, lighting yours first. He stuffs the pack back into his jacket and takes a few puffs, immediately blowing the smoke out into the cool night air before turning back to you,

"I don’t fuck with insane chicks, learned my lesson." 

He nudges your side again to make sure you understand that he was joking, but you were already too far up in your head. You smoke your cigarette, breathing in the smoke as if it might bring you some kind of clarity.

"I think I'm going to get back together with him," you whisper, almost as if you don't want to hear what's coming out of your own mouth.

Choso does not answer. 

Of course he doesn’t. 

What was he supposed to say? He didn't know what exactly was going on between you and him, but at this point he knew that there was something, at least from his side. It was unfair of you to talk to him about it, of all people, and at the same time he knew that you couldn't talk to anyone else at the moment.

"Y/n, tell me, what do you want to hear from—" 

You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"It's a mistake, right?"

"Don't do it, just…", he pauses and takes a drag, "don't do it."

"I don't know if I can help it," you tell him, sounding defeated. 

Inhaling, you feel what you had been blocking out all along. Your throat hurts. The cigarette smoke that keeps pouring into your lungs only makes it worse, and the sudden pain in your chest when you inhale too deeply makes you wince.

You knew that those bruises would form. Like splashes of blue and green paint they would cover your neck, spreading all around your throat. 

Choso doesn’t reply to this, either. 

His head was hanging low. Not because he was disappointed or pissed off that he wasn’t able to make another move on you tonight, but because he was afraid to lose you. 

Because he knew he couldn’t really do anything to save you.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I do or the rest of the world does, really," he sighs and pulls you in, wrapping his arm around your waist and letting you rest your head against his chest. He wanted to say so much more but he stopped himself before opening his mouth. 

He knew it wouldn’t change a thing. 

@bao-yu-sarah-morningstar-wang-9 @arminsgfloll @chifuyusfingers @kokonoiscoconut thx for motivating me to keep on writing <3

[kianasflowers]

𔓘 — SHORT MORNING DRABBLES expect its only sunday

The morning sun is so bright and warm against your skin—a lovely feel, so fuzzy and free. But the turmoil of your past, the haunting screams of the Avgins still fading and waltzing in your mind. That fear spreads into your heart as you wake up in a sweat... only to find your husband, arms embraced around your waist as he whispered sweet nothing's.

SWF, love dovey ><, talk of nightmares and trauma, kisses, cuddly sunday is my husband, ooc, reader hinted to have ocd, (curing my nightmares with this shit)

A flickering haze, a flood of dark swirling lights as your mind goes blank—frozen—you swear. No movements and your breath coming to a freeze, or so you thought. Up and down... up and down... your chest would raise. Heated breaths, heaving out of your mouth. Up and down, up and down. The gut-wrenching screams, flooding each forgetting memory in the back of your brain. It would resurface, make you feel ugly, and weird—disgusting, rotten.

The mere thought of the burning, the ache, the bruises... it hurt. You wanted to rip your hair apart, strand by strand, piece by piece. To pull the lashes from your eyes and the nails off your fingers. To watch your mother cry to you, pleading to run somewhere safe for you to survive—that smelt of rotten mould. The skies filling to a fog, a haze. A memory you wished to forget, but could not.

Pushing forward, each night... one, two, and three. The door is locked. Why must you check again? Nothing will happen. No one will hurt you. But the voice in your head, it swirled, it danced. So much vomit, so much tears and sobs of agony.

Check again. Check again.

Blank.

Empty.

Gone.

Where did the time go? Why is it fading? Do you feel happy on your birthday? Yes, because you're one year closer to death, to pure freedom. A lift to heaven, a twirl to the skies. Maybe then, you can hug them so warm and tight... sniffle into their chest as you chant 'I love you', like a prayer to the Aeons above. But no, you're stuck in here. Forever and ever, maybe you will go to the depths of the abyss.

The inner child cries and screams, but why? Are you not happy with him?

"Y/N." You felt your body shake to the side. Your eyes spread wide open before closing to a squint at the morning sun. Your face, it felt sticky and wet on your plush redden cheeks, "Are you alright, love? You've been crying for a while now. I couldn't seem to wake you up." A soft voice managed to say between the eerie screams.

It stopped. Silence. "I'm..." You started, words forming into a stuttering mess. It made your chest ache—burn—with extreme pain. A pound at your heart like you would drop dead any second. "Okay."

"Your not."

You felt a tickle of feathers run across your neck before arms snaked around your warm and sweaty waist. Bare palms, soft and pretty, caressed up and down the side of your body. You looked to your side, a beautiful man laid within' your grasp. "Why are you not a work?" You managed to muster against his heated breaths along your neck.

"Can I not spend time with you? Does my wife not want me around?" His voice was slurred, drowned in the ache of tiredness. He gently kissed the underside of your face, nose nuzzling in to pamper you, "It's just you and me, my dove." He pulled you in closer, giving you a gentle squeeze to show he cared, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You sighed, burrying your face into the fluff of his hair, "No, not really..." You mumbled, "Sorry. I just—" He shushed you.

"Take your time. I'll always be here for you, Y/N. Do you understand that?"

You nodded, feeling his finger interwine between your hair. He could tell you were tired, he knew when you were tired... like he did with everything else. He ran the pad of his finger down your nose bridge, gently humming a lullaby to soothe you away into a deep slumber. You swore this stupid, loveable man was magic.

"You deserve more than you think, Y/N... sleep well, my little gem. I'll be beside you when you wake up."

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 88

"Happy Birthday!" Sam and I screamed in unison as Steve blew out the candles on his cake. We sat on the porch, fireworks bursting in vibrant colors above us, lighting up the night sky. It was the Fourth of July, and the whole town was celebrating. Yet, despite the festive atmosphere, the weight of that night a week ago lingered in the back of my mind, something we still hadn't discussed.

I handed Steve the birthday present I’d had Sam pick up—a small party was the least we could do. The gift was wrapped in blue paper with white stars, fitting for him, I thought. Steve unwrapped it carefully, taking his time not to rip the paper. When he finally saw what was inside, his face lit up with a smile.

"Art supplies," I said with a shrug, "I figured, you know, with all the free time..."

Before I could finish, Steve pulled me into a tight hug, grinning ear to ear. "Thank you," he murmured, his breath warm against my neck as we reluctantly pulled apart again.

"Now make way for my horrible present," Sam declared, handing Steve a big red box with a bright blue ribbon tied around it.

Steve grinned. "It can't be that bad," he said, pulling the ribbon loose and peeking inside. He chuckled as he pulled out a massive container of protein powder.

"Thanks, Sam," Steve said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder. "It's definitely useful."

I eyed the huge container and laughed. "Captain America flavored? What’s that supposed to taste like?" I teased, looking at Sam with a smirk.

Sam shot back with a grin. "Freedom and hard work."

We all laughed, then sat down to eat cake, watching the fireworks burst in bright colors above us. The night felt warm and festive, but soon Sam had gone to bed, leaving Steve and me alone by the pier. Our feet dangled in the water as the last of the fireworks fizzled out, and the heat of the day finally softened into something more bearable. Glowworms flickered over the lake, adding a quiet magic to the scene.

Sitting shoulder to shoulder, our hands almost touched, the silence between us comfortable but full of unspoken thoughts. I glanced at him, breaking it with a smirk. "So, how do you feel? Older? Wiser?" I teased, giving him a playful nudge with my shoulder.

Steve smiled, his gaze fixed on the water. "I don’t even know how old I am anymore. Technically, I’m 97, but I guess I’m also 31," he said with a shrug, still watching the gentle ripples in the lake.

"Well, you don’t look a day over 25," I replied with a grin. "Not a wrinkle or a single grey hair in sight."

He chuckled softly. "Not that you know of. I thought growing a beard would make me look rugged—dangerous even—but I think I just look like somebody’s dad."

"I think you look great," I said, and despite the dim light, I could see a blush creeping onto his cheeks. There was something about the way the glowworms danced around us and the soft, fading fireworks that made the moment feel more intimate than usual.

I tried to push away the thoughts that followed, not letting my mind wander to the idea of him as a dad—of us sitting here with the sounds of laughing children playing around us. It was a dangerous line of thinking, one I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

"You do?" Steve's voice cut through my thoughts, and his eyebrows raised in surprise.

I nodded, smiling softly. "Yeah, I do."

There was a pause, the sound of the water lapping gently against the pier filling the space between us. Steve turned his head slightly, giving me a look that felt weighted with something deeper.

"I wanted to apologize," Steve suddenly said, breaking the silence. His voice wavered slightly as he spoke, and I turned to face him. "For what happened when you woke up... I should’ve pulled away, but..." He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the water before continuing. "You were so beautiful... the way you slept so peacefully in my arms... it did something to me."

His voice shook with uncertainty, and I could hear the genuine struggle in his words. The confession hung between us, making my heart race. It was the first time he’d addressed that night, and now, sitting so close to him, the memory of it felt all too real again.

"Steve..." I began, unsure of what to say, feeling the weight of his emotions.

"It won't happen again, I promise," Steve said, lifting his hands in an apologetic gesture.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as the air between us thickened. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words got stuck. The truth was tangled somewhere deep inside me, confusing and hard to admit.

Maybe I did want it to happen again. Maybe I longed to feel close to him, but I was only brave enough to cross that line in my sleep. I wasn’t sure if I could handle what came next if we let those walls fall while we were both awake.

I told myself it was wrong. That we’d both end up hurt again, just like before. The close quarters, the shared days and nights—it made everything feel so intimate, but it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Of course, things were good right now, because they had to be. There was nowhere else to go, no way to avoid each other.

I kept coming up with reasons why this would end in disaster, why nothing had truly changed. But as those thoughts spiraled in my mind, something deeper broke through, something raw and unspoken.

"Don't promise that," I whispered, surprising myself as much as him.

Our eyes locked, the unspoken words thickening the air around us. Neither of us moved as if daring each other to cross that fragile line, knowing we were already on the edge of something that couldn't be undone.

Just as we leaned in, the gap between us barely a breath, a crack of thunder split the sky. Rain poured down in thick, heavy sheets, soaking us instantly. We jolted apart, startled, and then just stared at each other for a moment, already drenched, our clothes clinging to our skin.

Steve’s hair fell into his eyes, and instead of the tension between us, there was a sudden burst of laughter. He tilted his head back, laughing at the storm, the intensity of the moment gone in a flash. I couldn't help but laugh too, the ridiculousness of it all sinking in.

Without a word, we jumped up and dashed toward the cabin, our feet splashing through the puddles forming on the ground. He grabbed my hand, and I held on tight, running together through the rain, laughing like we had just outrun the storm itself.

We stood on the porch, the rain pounding on the canopy above us, watching as lightning tore through the sky. The air between us crackled, much like the storm overhead. I glanced down at our still-entwined hands, my breath hitching as I saw the longing in his eyes. The fire was unmistakable, his gaze intense, and droplets of rain fell from his damp hair, making my heart race uncontrollably.

Both of us started to speak, but words didn’t matter anymore. The tension snapped like the thunder around us, and our lips collided in a fervent kiss. His hands tangled in my wet hair, pulling me closer, while I gripped his soaked shirt, desperate to close the distance between us. Every inch of space, every unspoken word, disappeared in that moment. The world outside was chaos, but right then, we were the only thing that existed.

We broke apart, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we searched each other's eyes for some indication that this might not be the best idea. Instead, all we found was a deep, burning longing. Without hesitation, our lips met again, and he lifted me by my thighs, my arms wrapping tightly around his neck for support.

He fumbled with the front door, still holding me securely with one arm. When we finally managed to get inside, we stumbled our way to our room, closing the door behind us with a click. Our wet clothes clung to us, but we were too eager to remove them, our movements quick and urgent. We kissed passionately between each piece of clothing we shed, each discarded item falling to the floor as we explored each other's skin, driven by an uncontainable desire.

There was no room for hesitation or gentle touches. We were both driven by an intense urgency, our hands grasping and exploring each other with a fervor that left no space for tenderness. Steve's lips and tongue worked skillfully along the sensitive spots on my neck, his kisses leaving behind marks that would be reminders of our fervent night.

His fingers moved between my folds, each touch making me gasp and whimper. Just as I felt myself on the edge of breaking, he pushed inside me with a deep, strained grunt. His grip on my thigh was firm, while his other hand clung to the headboard of the bed, anchoring himself as we moved together in a frantic, heated rhythm.

Our moans and whimpers were swallowed by the storm raging outside, echoing the raw intensity of our connection. I clung to the sheets as he moved within me with a relentless rhythm, his breath hot and uneven against my neck. Amidst the chaos, his voice broke through, husky and fervent, whispering, "I love you so much," between gasps and moans, each word punctuated by the force of his movements.

His whimpers mingled with his fervent confession of love, contrasted sharply with his aggressive thrusts and the firm grip he had on my thigh. The combination of his intensity and vulnerability drove me to the edge, and I came undone beneath him. As he shuddered on top of me, his grip tightened further, his movements becoming erratic before he finally spent himself, collapsing against me in the aftermath.

He gradually kissed and nuzzled my collarbone and jaw, his eyes clouded with a mixture of lust and affection. As he looked up at me, his expression tender and satisfied, I whispered softly, "I love you too," a smile gracing my lips.

Next Chapter

[dragonologist-phd]

Holding their hands when they are shaking.

writing prompts

@risualto tumblr is having a tumblr moment and not letting me actually answer this ask, but thank you! this one felt meant for Miervaldis and Xoti, please enjoy!

The flash of light is both blinding and beautiful, as the wave of souls flows from Xoti’s lantern to the adra pillar at the center of the tower. Sparks fly through the air, powered by the pure energy from the ritual, swirling and charging in a cacophony of released life.

Miervaldis can feel them, in the air, under his skin, returning to the Wheel in accordance with the gods’ will. Some part of him wants to appreciate the majesty of the moment- but a scream rips itself from Xoti’s throat as she makes contact, and all of that is momentarily forgotten as his attention turns to her alone.

Xoti trembles under the strain of her own power, but she remains standing, strong and unyielding in the face of the energy which crackles up her arms and across her body. One hand stays gripped on the lantern while the other presses insistently upon the adra; her face stays lifted to the blazing light before her, framed by dark hair dancing wildly in the electrified wind.

She has been gripped, fully, by the power of Gaun. No mortal can reach her now.

Yet Miervaldis steps forward anyway, arms extended, desperate to help.

“Release the souls,” he urges, but his voice is hoarse and creaky, and he’s certain she doesn’t hear. He reaches for her, but the radiating energy burns his fingers and he must withdraw.

There’s blood on Xoti’s face now, though in the chaos he can’t see her injury. “You’re hurt,” he cries, fighting to be heard, and he tries again to approach her- until she shakes her head furiously and shouts back, “I can do this!”

She screws her eyes shut and leans closer to the adra, and finally one magnificent burst fills the air with thunder as a crack shatters straight through the glowing pillar. The last of the soul energy swirls through the air, around the broken adra, until it finally seeps into the stone and at last gives itself over to peace.

Miervaldis pays the display little mind; he is already falling to his knees to catch Xoti as she stumbles limply to the ground. She is still bloody, and she looks terribly weak, and she’s trembling…but he can hear her muttering to herself, and it can only be a good sign that she feels well enough to rattle out a long string of curses.

With a relieved sigh, Miervaldis takes her shaking hands in his- she’s bleeding all over now, he sees, her fingers and palms a mess of cuts, lingering gifts from the glassy adra. He wraps those bleeding hands in his and holds her steady, and with a quiet thanks to Berath he summons healing magic to send washing over her skin. As the magic does its work, he traces his thumb over the pulse of her wrist, reassuring himself once more that she is okay.

“Xoti,” he says softly, whispering her name like a prayer. “Talk to me. How do you feel?”

“Like Hel,” she mutters, though with time her shaking stops. “But…lighter. So that’s good, I think.”

She slumps against Miervaldis’s shoulder, and even manages to muster a smile as she glances up at him. “You know, I don’t think I ever heard you sound as worried as you did just now.”

“Nobody’s ever scared me like you did just now.”

She gives an exhausted nod. “Scared myself, too, if I’m being honest. Son of a lice-bitten cur, but that hurt something awful.” She closes her eyes and leans closer, tucking her face into Miervaldis’s shoulder. A trail of blood trickles down her neck, and Miervaldis gently wipes it away.

“Thanks for having my back,” Xoti says, giving his fingers a squeeze.

“I didn’t do much. It was all you.”

“You were here for me. That mattered.” She presses a soft kiss against Miervaldis’s collarbone, then pulls away with a reluctant groan. Her lantern lies beside her, empty but intact, and she latches it back to its place at her belt. “And I guess I gotta keep filling this up, ‘til it’s time to do the whole thing over again.”

“If serving one’s god was easy, everyone would do it,” Miervaldis murmurs. It’s an old lesson, one most devotees learn early in their callings, and Xoti nods her agreement.

“You’re right about that. And I never was one to take the easy route. Nah, I’ll keep doing my duty ‘til I fall to dust and bones.”

“Xoti,” Miervaldis begins, “you are…”

But he trails off. The sight of her- bloodied and shaken and harrowed, yet still practically glowing with devotion to the faith and the path she’s committed herself to- stops the words right in his throat.

“Crazy?” she supplies. “Yeah. I’ve been told.”

“No.” Miervaldis cups her cheek in his hand. “You’re incredible.”

He kisses her, and she sighs dreamily into his mouth as she returns the gesture. Miervaldis can taste her blood on his lips as he pulls away, but her eyes are shining bright enough to eclipse any fear or worry.

“Let’s get on out of here,” she says, and Miervaldis offers her his hand again.

“Can you walk?”

“Oh yeah, I’m right as-ah, shoot!” Her legs give out as she tries to stand, and she collapses against Miervaldis. “Sorry, there. I guess my bones are still a little shaky.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Miervaldis wraps his arm around her, and she smiles happily as she leans into his support. He presses a kiss to her windswept hair, and repeats the promise as a whisper in her ear. “I’ve got you.”

[so-idialed-9]

Post concert impressions after attending LT2WT Indianapolis - the whole.thing felt like a fever dream.

The crowd was SO good. SO LOUD, so dancing, so enthusiastic, giving him everything. But the magic was they were also GOOD. It wasn't a lot of screaming off key. It was projected, on key voices, giving school choir vibes.

I will never recover from Louis saying we were the loudest and we sound fooking great. In the heart of America, where he maybe had managers in the past saying these are the the people who won't like you if... Louies are everywhere.

The tour visuals are incredible. I could watch just that and still miss important bits.

Louis puts live shots from the crowd inside the black and white spiral wheels during Bigger Than Me chorus, a great touch considering his acceptance of the LGBTQ fan base.

Confidence level a million percent higher. Seems to trust himself and his band enough to mix up the setlist, they just seemed to trust us, themselves, each other.

TCU Amphitheater is a gorgeous outdoor venue. The show lights reflecting off the sleek silver roof amplified and scattered lighting so it felt like the show was above, in front, everywhere.

The Megamix all This Time/SIBWAWC I enjoyed so much, and I don't usually like those songs much. He should release this. Anyone have it?

Everybody knows COACOAC is a fuck you to the powers that be in the music industry and the power of thousands of people screaming the song in perfect tune with raised fists cannot be understood without being there.

BACK TO YOU pop punk remix needs to be released immediately. Just perfect. Crowd loved singing it. It had an early Gwen Stefani feel

Lots of fan sign interaction and fan interaction with Pit.

I think he is telling us when he wants rainbow lights from us - ATT/SIBWAWC megamix was rainbow 🌈 screens, lighting, and just beautiful

He played 🏀 basketball before the show and it was one airball after another

Finally pants that fit him

Bluegreening was the least subtle I've ever seen and I've witnessed Harry eat a banana 🍌 like a dick while wearing a dicklace and shoes that match Louis as he mimes having several cocks come all over his face soooo

[artist-issues]

I’ve just come across your Wish analysis (which led to binge-reading loads of your other Disney rants, which I so loved reading and totally appreciated), and you’ve got me thinking. So please allow me to rant for a bit.

Flash back to when the live-action Beauty and the Beast came out. My friend loved it, raved about it for ages, and made me go see it with her. The original was my favourite childhood movie so I was excited for the new one… and subsequently disappointed to an extreme. I couldn’t put my finger on it for ages - just that there was a general feeling of wrongness I couldn’t explain (until I read your post and I was just like, “YES! THIS EXACTLY!”). My friend couldn’t understand it and would say things like, “I thought you said you liked Beauty and the Beast!” But I do like it, and that’s why I’m so upset how badly they missed the point.

It feels like that’s all Disney is doing these days: missing the point! Because it doesn’t matter how many times they give us a sassy girl with long hair and some vague magic skill that helps her in the third act! We want characters. As in, people who remind us of actual people! What makes Belle so charming and relatable? She’s polite when other people are rude, but firm when they push against her morals, and enjoys reading. A relatable female character is one who can be compared to other female characters. Belle on her own is just a girl who likes books, but against the motherly Mrs Potts who takes care of everyone, or the vain triplets who only want Gaston’s attention, she’s suddenly so much more real, and that’s what these new films are missing!

Anyway, I could go on and on about this, but I’m sorry because I didn’t mean for this to get so long or out-of-hand 😬

That is why you like it: that is why you’re upset; because you DO like the real Beauty & the Beast! Wonderful! Yes, you get it!

I think what makes Belle feel real is some of the raw emotion she shows—and how she shows it.

When living furniture puts on a light show, she gasped and claps and dances along. When the Beast asks her a romantic but loaded question, her first impulse is to say “yes!” but then she does double back and admit that she misses her father; she doesn’t have all her thoughts collected, exactly, but she is being honest. When wolves attack her, she screams. When she has to give up her life, she sobs on a bed. When she’s in a terrible situation, she does initially basically pout and refuse to leave her room. But when she’s being watched by others, she tries to be strong; she cries silently when she’s following the Beast to her room. She gives him her word with her back straight and her eyes closed all grave. Like I said, you can almost see her remembering stories she’s read of brave heroes giving solemn oaths, and she’s trying to be like them.

Emma Watson didn’t bring any of that.

She had to make the character too in-control of her own emotions even when outlandish or traumatic things are happening, because her idea of a “strong woman” can’t be delighted or horrified or fazed, in general, by anything st all. She made her as distant and unrelatable as any caricature. I mean, I remember very clearly the one and only moment I felt a glimmer of “that’s Belle!” in the movie, and it’s when Belle is given the library and the Beast leaves the room, and Emma Watson gives this excited little half-shriek of joy. And it’s like…where is that in the rest of the movie?

I can even find fault with that moment, too though. Because she waits till the Beast, the gift-giver, leaves the room before she really reacts that strongly. Why? The real Belle tells the Beast how wonderful she thinks it is, breathlessly, over the moon.

Because when someone gives you a gift, if you’re a self-protective, cool-calm demeanor feminist, you don’t let them see that they have any control over your emotions—not even the ability to impress you or make you happy with a crazy gift.

But, instead, if you’re a selfless woman, who is happy to share her emotions with others especially when it brings them joy, you have no trouble showing that a crazy gift delights and impresses you. It’s part of the gratitude/

Anyway! I could go on and on. But don’t let anybody get it twisted. You do like Beauty and the Beast. You just happen to know what Beauty and the Beast really is, and why you like it.