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jjunbug · 2 days ago

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hehe don’t even worry about it!! ♡♡ i’m so happy that i can finally read all your love thoughts on the prologue!! i’ve been waiting for this~~ but will do! 🫡

THE PLAYLISTTTT!!! i spent so much time on it hehe i’m glad that you like it!! and hehe the bog bodies i love that song so much and it fits so well with the future chapters too!! i’m excited for you to see it all ^^

but omg you got the subtle foreshadowing here!!! i love YOUU!!! and the worldbuilding hehe i’m so so happy that you like it so much!! and your super sweet words… stop i could cry. i’m so happy that my writing comes off so atmospheric and so visual that you can see the words like a movie!!! that’s like the greatest compliment ever and one of my goals, so you have no idea how glad i am to hear this!!! ♡♡ and published fantasy books??? i’m sobbing rn omg thank you?????

but yes!!! change is so so jarring and is literally nothing like how the (older) adults in our lives explained it to be and i wanted to show that in various ways. it’s something that i personally struggling with a lot and i’m so comforted but the fact that so many others can relate to me with this and also feel comforted by my words about it!! it truly reminds me that we aren’t in this all alone ♡♡♡

LMAOO😭 you asking if she’s a slave is killing me PLSS,,, i wouldn’t say she’s a slave, but she’s kinda like cinderella except there’s no evil stepsisters or anything just her!! her and her evil “mother” lamia lmao… but and the hound playing during all of this??? oh my… that would rip my guts out too… but hehe thank you so much!!! i literally start ascending when people compliment my music taste (∩˃o˂∩)♡♡ and lost playing while kai is introduced???? spotify perfectly lining up songs for you while reading omg,,, don’t even get me started on my blood,,,,,,

me??? a poet???? hehe stoppppp~~ (๑˃ᴗ˂) i use to be completely obsessed with poetry tho, so this is literally like the highest of compliments!!! reminds me of when i was in high school my english teacher had us write poems and she hung mine up for everyone to see for the rest of the time i was in high school lmao. but you complimenting my write,,, i will start crying omg.

but yesss!!!!! i love kai in this sm~~ him being all smooth and being like “well all queens need a king right??” like i’d literally melt on the spot me and mc are the exact same!!! and then him kissing her hand like OMGGGG,,, but yes hehe~~ this is just the prologue you’re not prepared for everything that goes down in chapter one…!!!

it’s okay lmao i laughed writing it😭😭 same with when i came up with green thumbs. i was like WAITTTT??? am i… a genius???? can you tell i spent wayyyy to much time coming up with the names of literally everything?? the oc names, the name of the inn, the name of the school…. hehe so much to tell~~ there’s literally SO much foreshadowing jam packed into this prologue that i’m so curious on how much everyone caught!!!

althea >>>>>>>>> lamia, that’s all i’ll say.

but yes yes yes THIS!!! him immediately going to her and content to just sit with her in silence if need be… literally besides althea, the only people they have in the whole world at that moment is each other, it’s so strangely comforting and so sad at the same time!! but i’m so happy that you like the dialogue!!!!! you don’t understand how many times i reread all of the paragraphs out loud just to make sure everything flowed well and that the dialogue didn’t seem so clunky… like it was kinda embarrassing but i’m so happy that it came out well!!!!!

and the artwork that inspired all of this!!!! you don’t understand as soon as i saw it i was like YES!!!!!! i need to write something about that IMMEDIATELY. i love artists and writers and poets so so much too, where would the world be without them??

but yes hehe all of the comparisons, i’m so happy that you caught it!!!! and i’m so happy you liked the inner dialogue too!!! i kinda did it a different way so i’m happy that it all paid off!! BUT YOURE LITERALLY SO SWEET AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AHHH!!! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )♡♡♡ THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!!!!!! TRUST i will publish a book one day and i’ll never forget all the kind things you and so many others said to me that lifted me up so high. literally going straight into my dedications and i’m so serious.

the timestamp for burn it down by daughter is killing me tho LMAOHSIFHJDFNJDD that’s so funny😭😭

literally gonna cry reading this like,,, i’m so happy that you enjoyed the prologue and thank you so so so so SO much for reading!!! ♡♡ i’m so excited to hear your thoughts about chapter one when i (finally) release it!!! hehe i hope you stay tuned!!!~~

BETWEEN TWILIGHT SKIES ───𝓅𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾: 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

in a world that’s on its dying breath, the once green and lush landscapes get buried in more and more layers of ash. the once flourishing streets that were full of magic are now a dull hum. yet, there is still hope—and it lies in the hands of you and kai, the last people to possess magic. suddenly, you remember the story of a forest that watches, and a well of life that lies deep within. you’re determined to save your bleak world in any way that you can, yet, you weren’t expecting to end up in a brand new world entirely.

pairing ⸝⸝ huening kai 𝑥 fem!reader 𓄵 𝓯eat. ꔛ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘢 (𝘰𝘤) & 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳!𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢 (𝘰𝘤)

genre ⋆ 📖 ⸝⸝ angst, fluff, a lot of yearning and longing (both romantic and platonic), magic, sorcerer!kai

warnings ⸝⸝ kidnapping, toxic environments and parental relationships, implied bullying, two instances of reader getting slapped, violence, death (of people & animals), depictions of gore, implied anxiety attack and abuse, hand holding & staring into each others eyes, tension filled kissing

𝓴ipo’s note ⸝⸝ the series has finally started!! now listen, listen, listen!! i know what you’re thinking, “a prologue and it’s 7.6k????” but i need you guys to STAY WITH ME!!! stay with me and lock in and after reading it all you’ll understand why it had to be this long lmao… next chapter you’ll meet yeonjun hehe~~ i hope you enjoy!!

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The world around you had begun to wither away and decay long before it had started to end. As most things do, the rot had started to creep its way in through love. It had used it as a gateway, spreading its sickness all throughout the things you touched until it was the thin wisps of ash coating your cracked fingertips. Still, you let the rot in—let it corrupt the things you loved and change them into something unrecognizable, something unimaginable—something that was now dead and gone. You just couldn’t let go of the small doses of love you were granted with—naively gulping down tasteless sips to fill that hole inside your heart left by people you never even really knew.

You cradled love like a child guards its favorite toy; with fear and hesitancy. It was clear in the way your body hunched over and you looked up at every grown-up through wet lashes. Obvious in the way your dirty clothes hung limply from gangly limbs—once a tight fit but now they seemed to be made for a child much older than you. It must’ve been what enthralled her, what made her decide to pluck a random child no older than five off the street in the middle of the night and take them home.

In a way, you guess you had to thank her for the senseless crime she committed; for it gave you a warm bed to lay your head at night and food to fill your growling belly. It didn’t bother you that it all had come at a price, in fact, you were none the wiser. But, you’d know soon enough. The mask can only stay on for so long before it starts to crack—before it starts to rot like everything else did.

Lamia, is the name she sweetly whispered next to your ear as she tucked you into a bed that was never yours that night. “But, you can call me Mom,” she said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

It was hard watching things change in front of your very eyes. It was never the way people described it for you. Not the slow twist of vines along a column or the grass growing taller than a fence—no. It was the whipping of wind across your face. You’d go to wipe your teary eyes and find the sunny and warm scenery was now cold and dead with glittering snow laying everywhere.

You hated it.

You wished that things could stay as they were for as long as they could. You hated watching the faces of people you’ve grown to know dip and sag with age in an instant. You hated watching the life leave their eyes in a quick blink. And you hated how life seemed to go so slow for everyone except for you.

If you could dare to wish for one thing, it would be more time.

Sweet nights and even sweeter days began to sour, and Lamia—your mother—wasn’t as kind as she used to be when you were still a child. You think that that is what hurt the most with this odd whipping of wind, that you were forced to watch the love your mother held for you leave her eyes faster than you got to grow up to the young teenager you were today.

“Welcome to the Freywolf Inn!” you heard her voice exclaim to the ringing bell of the door. It was a careful blend of welcoming and cheerful. The sound was drowned out of your ears by the incessant sound of a brush against hardwood and soap mixing with water. You sat back on your knees, throwing the brush into the soapy mess and letting it clang against the floor, sighing. You wiped the back of your wet hand across your forehead and sucked in a breath.

Your knees ached and your hands were sore and cramped. This was the worst part of your mornings. No matter how hard you scrubbed these wooden floors, it wasn’t enough for Lamia. If they didn’t shine as if freshly polished when you were done then you scrubbed them wrong and she made you clean them again. Standing up on weak legs, you looked over your shoulder at the new customers as you reached for the bucket of dirty soap water. A soft gasp left your lips and you had to hold on tight to the bucket handle with both hands to ensure its contents didn't go spilling all over the floor.

You’d recognize them anywhere—the Collective, with their hooded, light forest-green cloaks embroidered with gold filigree and its golden satin insides. You never saw a member in person before—not that you were particularly excited to. Seeing a member of the Collective, so far away from the School of Pith, could only mean one thing…

The rot was here.

Frozen like a deer caught on sacred ground, you stared wide-eyed at them as they made their way to the common room, their carefree laughs carrying in the air around them. It felt like a bad omen—a confirmation. You tried so hard to ignore the fate of the things around you, but seeing that you could no longer hide from it was like a punch to your stomach.

Strangely, you also couldn’t help but be morbidly fascinated by it all. You exhaled slowly, steadying your racing heart and stilling your shaking hands that grasped the handle of the wooden bucket. Distantly, you felt the sting of pain across the back of your hands and shut your eyes. Only when every last molecule of air was absent from your lungs did you allow yourself to gulp in more to soothe the burning—just like your mother taught you.

Your eyes fluttered back open and landed on the group of sorcerers. They playfully practiced their magic out in the open—ringlets of green floating in the air and curling around their fingers and forearms. Their hands moved in peculiar ways, a jerk here or a smooth twist of their wrist there. You couldn’t understand it, but the more you watched them perform magic in front of your very eyes, the more you wanted to.

One member stood out to you in particular. He sat off to the side, a small distance away from where the others engaged and practiced their magic at, by himself. Dark hair fell over his warm-brown eyes, but you could still see how kind they were as they watched the other members of the Collective almost fondly. His green hood was over his head and he fiddled with the seams of his white pants with pale hands. There was a ghost of a smile on his face and—unbeknownst to you—there was one on yours too.

He didn’t practice his magic like the others did. He seemed content in just watching, having no need in the selfish display of power the others showcased. It piqued your interest what set him apart from the others and already you could feel a growing favor blossom in your chest for the boy.

He had to be only a few years older than you were and your cheeks warmed at the thought. He reached his arms up and pushed the hood backwards off his head, seemingly oblivious to your staring as were the rest of them. The filtered daylight washed over his body and you saw him more clearly. Your eyes greedily scanned over the slopes of his face, desperate to take him all in as quickly as you could. You couldn’t lie, he was beautiful.

You trailed your eyes over to the wisps of the green in the air. It’s different knowing that magic exists in a world so bleak and actually seeing it in action. It made you wonder where the ash was here in your small village—the rot—so you could watch them smother it. You needed to see those ringlets of green curl around it tighter and tighter until it didn’t exist anymore. Until all of the ash was gone for good.

You wanted to know what it felt like to wield such magic. Your fingers itched to replicate their movements in hopes that green wisps of your own would emerge. Maybe then would your touch not bring about destruction.

A hand roughly grabs your shoulder and breaks you away from the trance you were under. “Stupid child! Can you not hear?”

Lamia’s wrinkled face startlingly comes into view and you feel the bite of her nails in the flesh of your arm through the fabric of the thin dress you wore. You stammered, unsure of what to say and what her previous words were, and blinked rapidly at her accusation.

Wind whipped across your face and too late did you feel prickling pain spread across your cheek. The inn fell deathly silent and your eyes started to water. You swallowed down the lump in your throat thickly, your watery eyes finding your mother’s. “When I ask you a question, you answer it. Do I have to repeat myself?” your mother asked you.

Slowly, you shook your head and willed yourself to find your voice. “N-no, mother.” Your voice came out in a quiet squeak, completely pathetic and weak.

“Good,” Lamia responded. “Dry these soap-covered floors before our customers slip. Then, I want you to ensure the rooms for them are ready.”

“Yes, mother,” you said in that same weak voice.

She looked you up and down for a moment before tsking. Then, she turned on her heel and returned back to where she was behind the counter beforehand. Smoke curled from her mouth as she leisurely flipped through the sign-in book, unaware of the way time changed around her.

You swallowed thickly again, fingers tightening and untightening around the handle of the bucket you still held. Slowly, you turned just enough to look over your shoulder at lounging customers. No longer did they smile and laugh with a carefree attitude and swirls of green in the air. Instead, they stared at you with barely disguised shock. Your gaze snapped to the boy you were spellbound with earlier to find him staring too, mouth slack and sitting at the edge of the couch like he was eager to stand. His eyes met your teary ones and you broke away from the sudden connection.

Lifting the bucket closer to your chest, you rushed off into the direction of the rooms, embarrassment weighing you down and the once unshed tears now falling down your face. You ignored the sloshing sound of the water inside of it and the way the wood hit against your stomach, spilling over the metal lip and onto the floor below, creating an even bigger mess.

Sniffling, you hid yourself in the supply room. Your tears fell freely and a large sob wracked your body. You let the bucket slip from your fingers just inches from the rocky floor without a care and with a piercing thud. Stupid, you thought to yourself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Get it together. Stop crying.

Yet, the tears wouldn't stop. You heaved in breaths of air that refused to reach your lungs. You didn’t have time for this. If the floors weren’t dry and the rooms weren’t checked on in a timely manner then you’d get worse than a slap across the face. Harshly, you dug the palms of your hands into your cheeks and wiped away the fallen tears. You compelled yourself to take a deep breath, to let the oxygen reach your lungs and not be blocked by the false closing of your throat.

Closing your eyes, you took in another deep breath, and another and another until your body no longer began to tremble. You straightened your back so you weren’t hunched over anymore and wiped your hands down the front of your damp dress. When you felt like you weren’t unravelling at the seams only then did you step out of the supply room to face the world.

Instead of the loud chattering coming from the Collective like from when they arrived, it was quiet and sparse whispers. When you got closer to where they were in the common room, the whispers grew.

You tried to drown their whispers out—opting to instead get to work on your mother’s request. Dropping to your knees, you took the clean towel and aggressively dried the wet section of hardwood floor beneath you, letting all your focus fall onto the repeated action.

Footsteps sounded behind you, but you didn’t hear them until an unfamiliar voice stunned you from your focus. “If I may?” the voice asked. You looked to the side, eyes meeting dirty brown boots whose eyelets caught in the bright sun. They trailed upwards to white pants and gold embroidered filigree onto a light, forest-green velvet fabric. Your hand halted its aggressive drying as your eyes ascended further to meet the boy from earlier’s handsome face. Your eyes widened to saucers and his seemed to be just as big as they looked down at you. “It will all go faster if I do this,” he continued, some of his words wobbling around the edges.

You remained silent, not trusting your voice to not come out raw and abrasive. The boy extended a hand out in front of him and with a twist of his wrist wisps of green emerged and wrapped around it. They swirled out around the two of you, lightly fogging across the floor. You turned to the wet floor in front of you and watched as it suddenly dried, the wood shining in the sunlight pouring in from the window. Your jaw slackened as your mouth fell open.

“It was a simple spell—you shouldn’t have to be on your hands and knees drying a floor,” the boy stated, the second part lower than the first so your mother didn’t hear. He outstretched his hand to you. Your mouth was still open as you turned back to stare blankly at his hand. An amused and warm smile pulled his cheeks upward and you suddenly came to the realization that you must’ve looked ridiculous.

“T-thank you…” you trailed off, voice barely above a whisper, still starstruck by the display of magic and the boy’s smile. You straightened your back before blinking a couple times. Clearing your throat, you accepted his outstretched hand and the boy helped you to your feet.

He chuckled and you felt your knees weaken more. His hand was still holding yours, the both of you forgetful as your gaze seared into each other. The smile slowly fell from his face, his lips parting with unspoken words as he gaped at you as if bewitched. Snickering to your side brought the two of you back to real life and you pulled your hands away from each other.

“Uh,” the boy said, clenching the hand that was just holding yours and trying to form a coherent sentence. His gaze snapped briefly to the other members of the Collective before landing on you again. “U—No worries! It was nothing, really. Kai.” He stammered over his words before his eyebrows raised. “My name. It’s–I’m, uh, Kai.”

Kai outstretched his hand again before he thought better of it and swiftly yanked it away, instead rubbing the back of his neck with it. If you weren’t so disoriented you’d laugh, but you just stare at him instead, the heat slowly creeping up your neck. You then realize how much of a mess you must look and quickly wipe your cheeks to get rid of any remaining tears. “Um,” you start, “I… I’m—”

Your name slices through the air like a knife. You jump, eyes darting over to where your mother stood behind the counter, a saccharine smile pulling her lips as she looked at the two of you. It felt as if you were watching a snake rattle its tail. Looking back to Kai, you offer him the tiniest of smiles before rushing away again, leaving him standing alone.

You’re not quite sure when the obsession with magic started. Maybe it was when you saw how carefree the Collective looked wielding it, as if it was second nature. Or, maybe it was when Kai had so graciously used it to help you out so you didn’t have to spend the remainder of the morning on your hands and knees. All you did know was that it had sunk its claws inside of you, gripping fiercely at your heart and making the hole inside of it larger.

Maybe it was when you started sneaking away from, or even downright rushing to finish, your duties so you could watch them practice magic. Maybe it was the rush you got watching their hands twist and jerk in specific movements for specific outcomes, green coils emerging from the motions.

But, you think it started when you lifted your hands into the air, daring to copy them.

At first, it was nothing, and frustration built up like a brick wall inside you. Then, that frustration turned to resentment, and that resentment into anger.

The Collective were here for a week so far and you weren't sure how long you had left before they departed. Why weren’t you born with magic like they were? If you had magic, it would change everything. No longer would everything rot around you when you could smother the rot all out—bring everything that has long been dead and gone back to life. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all.

You flicked your fingers in the air angrily as green smoked around the member’s fingers and not yours. Something a mix between and groan and a growl emerged from your throat instead. But, you were determined—and you refused to give up.

Perfecting the twists of your wrists and quick jerks of your fingers, you exhaled steadily and focused on getting the same result the member of the Collective did—cracking open a single walnut without touching it. The walnut sat on the floor in front of you mockingly and you scowled at it before focusing again.

“Come on,” you whispered to yourself. “Come on, come on. Work, please.” With one final twist of your wrist, you heard the distinct cracking sound and a soft gasp pushing between your lips. Your face broke into a smile and it took everything in you not to cheer at the top of your lungs. You watched the slightest hints of green feather away around the lengths of your fingers, so fast the color was barely distinguishable. A smile spread across your face from ear to ear.

“Yes!” you proclaimed, taking care to keep your voice low. A pleased laugh left your mouth and happy tears filled your lash line, “Yes!”

Your view snapped back to that of the Collective in the dining hall. You listened to the way they joked with each other and made water spin into wine—getting themselves drunk and red-faced. As your stare analyzed them, you noticed that Kai wasn’t among them.

It was odd, you thought, but it reminded you of the first time you saw him and how he sat apart from the others. How different he seemed from them. Just from watching the Collective members interact, you already didn’t like them. Maybe Kai felt the same.

You haven’t talked to him since that day—haven’t really seen him around besides quick glimpses, either. A peculiar feeling stirred in your chest and you weren’t sure what it meant. You just hoped that your paths would cross again.

When you weren’t at Freywolf Inn, you were at the craft guild with your nose buried in a book. You were there so often that you were on a first name basis with the stationer, Althea, a sweet lady who distinctly had the look that reminded you of a barn owl. In the entirety of your small village, it seemed Althea was the only one who wasn’t victim to the rot. You felt safe being around her—and she always remarked how much you were like a daughter to her.

She let you freely borrow the books she received or binded and even let you hang out behind the counter while she dealt with artisans and people wealthier than you could ever imagine who came to see her from all over the world. You remember asking her one day why people came from all over to see her wares.

“Not that they’re bad,” you quickly added, leaning the open book onto your thighs as you looked up at her from your hiding spot underneath the counter. She threw you a witty smile over her shoulder from the press she was at, hair the color of cinnamon sticks falling over her shoulder. The two of you felt as if you were moving at the same speed—you barely realized the fact that streaks of white slowly became more prevalent in her hair. “I mean, this is just such a small village… Wouldn’t they go to communes or the King’s Roots where the school is?”

Althea’s voice was nothing like you’ve heard before despite her saying how she grew up in the village. It had a strange accent and the way she spoke was like silk against the bark of a tree. Althea turned from where she worked to meet your questioning look, leaning over and resting her elbows on her knees so she was just about eye level with you, “Not… quite. See, I offer words that you won’t find on a shelf at the School of Pith. Illustrations they wouldn’t dare to let one of their students witness.”

You sat up more underneath the counter, completely abandoning the still open book in your lap. Your eyes shined with curiosity and Althea laughed—a sound that resembled crackling fire. “What kind of words?” you asked her.

“Knowledge, my owlet. There’s much more out there than the green thumbs of Pith—the royals and the wealthy.” Althea spat out green thumbs like food stuck on her tongue. You knew she never liked the Collective, but to this day, she still never told you why.

Althea stood and walked over to one of the shelves that you never touched, but was always only open for certain customers who came inside the guild hooded and quiet. Her finger ran along the spines as her white brows drew together, “There is a forest in this world, buried deep within another.” Her brows lifted as she found the book she was looking for and she made her way back to the counter.

You crawled from beneath the counter, twisting to watch as she laid the thick book down onto it and opened it to the beginning pages. You gently discarded the book you were reading off to the side of the counter, your focus now on the twirling of words and stirring drawings. Althea’s fingers gently caressed the pages. Her face was distant and longing, like recounting a memory that happened centuries ago. “The Forest That Watches, it is called,” she continued. “It’s white-barked trees have black eyes drawn onto them by people from long ago and its drooping pink leaves kiss the sacred ground.”

For a moment, Althea was quiet. You waited patiently, decidedly taking in the open page until she was ready to speak again. You could tell that this forest was a sensitive topic for her and you didn’t want to pry. You looked up at her when she wrapped her arm around your shoulders. She regarded you with a fond smile, “The forest has never been found, though, and it remains watching—waiting. Its pink leaves hide what’s inside; the Well of Life.”

With her free arm, Althea flipped through the pages until it landed on the Forest and the Well. “Woah,” you muttered, leaning forward to get a better look at it. Even from the illustrations you could tell how beautiful it was, feel the magic that radiated from it all.

You knew why it hadn’t been found yet—why it never could be. That much power in the wrong hands would be detrimental. But, you couldn’t help but wonder how different your world would be if it had access to the magical waters Althea was telling you about.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Althea breathed wistfully. “We’ll meet there one day… under the pink leaves and drink from the Well.” She returned her gaze to yours. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Then the turning of the sun won’t seem so fast.”

You sighed to yourself as your eyes fell back to the pages. You leaned your head into Althea’s side and she wrapped her arm around you tighter. “That would be nice,” you say.

In the darkness of the night, you let the shadows listen to your deepest wishes. And how you wish that it was Althea who plucked you from the streets instead of Lamia.

You wander Althea’s shelf now, hands running along the spines. Your fingertips still buzz with the magic you emitted earlier and you swear you can feel the contents of the shelved books calling out to you. Stilling, your fingers halt onto a book. The pull was just too strong to deny and when you turn your head to read the spine you find that the lettering has been rubbed away by time. You hum in slight annoyance before pulling the book from the shelf.

You can feel how Althea’s eyes trail you, especially when you walk over to the counter to take your familiar spot under it. In the corner of your eye, you can see her head tilt. “You feel different. And you’re quiet—quieter than usual,” she says quizzically.

Looking up from your book, a corner of your mouth raises. “Magic, Althea…” Your face breaks out into full-on excitement. “I have it! At least… sparks of it…”

Althea’s face doesn’t change from its quizzical expression. She shifts in her seat in front of the press. “Green?” she asked you, accusatory. You're unsure whether her accusatory tone was towards you or not.

The excitement swiftly falls from your face and you sit up more under the counter. “I… Yeah…” you mutter, avoiding her stare.

“It can’t be,” Althea states matter-of-factly. Her white brows furrow, and she looks away from you. “Can’t be…” she quietly trails off, more to herself than to you. “Green is… can’t be, can’t be. Doesn’t make sense.”

“I think it was green…” you pipe up, voice falling flat towards the end when her piercing black eyes snap to yours. “I didn’t really see the color, it all happened too fast.” It was true, but in your heart you wished it was green. You just wanted Althea to stop acting all fidgety and looking at you the way she did. You held the book in your arms closer to your chest and Althea’s gaze dropped to the movement.

Althea’s body physically relaxed from the tense state it was in, and if you looked close enough, you thought you could see the ghost of a smile on her lips. She hummed, suddenly pleased, “Magic… how enchanting. Have I told you about the White Fawn? Or, the prophecy of Eternal Winter?”

Your brows knitted at the change in her demeanor, but you concluded that it was better to leave it be. You shook your head at her question. “What about faeries?” Althea asked.

“No,” you responded, “what are they?”

Althea slid to the ground in front of you, a grin pulling her mouth and exposing her teeth. She tapped the book you desperately clutched to your chest with an ivory finger. “Why don’t you take a look?”

You giggled to yourself, letting your arms flow in the harmony of the wind. You twirled and moved your body to the tune of nature—to the sounds of the forest’s edge behind you with its rustling leaves and chattering animals. The crown of sticks and fallen leaves fell down further onto your forehead and you laughed more. You didn’t even notice the single brilliant blue butterfly that landed on it and completed your costume.

If your mother saw you right now, she’d be furious. She had sent you out here on punishment with the intention of having you clean the stables behind the inn. Instead, you were dancing The Dance of Youth and pretending to be the Faerie Queen.

You spent all day yesterday reading Althea’s book on anything magical you could get your hands on, which mainly consisted of faeries and the realm they occupied. The books conjured up tales, legends, and myths of those more than human—people with glittering or colorful skin, wings, horns shooting from their heads, and even human-like versions of some of the animals you were already familiar with. It was completely enthralling reading about it all, and feeling all the magic pour off of the pages made you even more giddy. The magic the School of Pith had was nothing compared to the magic you had read about.

In a kingdom so sunny and full of bloom, A deadly winter approaches to cause mass doom. Drowns the kingdom in layers of snow, And becomes a place where nothing grows and no one goes.

You sang and danced around in the grass, pretending that you weren’t human at all, but faerie. That you were queen and the lands stretching from the edge of the forest to the inn was your kingdom. You wished you lived in Faerie where all the other magical creatures resided. That you and Althea could live there together, happy. Maybe even Kai could join you too. You giggled more at the wonderful thought.

Rustling in the forest drew your attention and you halted your dance. You leaned forward, listening closely and peering at the way the setting sun shined through the leaves, but then laughed at how ridiculous the notion was. Of course there was rustling, it’s a forest. You turned your attention back to the doll propped up on a rock, watching you. “Don’t look at me that way,” you say, twirling once more before making your way over to it.

The doll was a sightly thing made out of straw and sticks that Althea gave to you as a child. After all these years you still had it, and you cherished it deeply—making sure to keep it hidden from Lamia so she wouldn’t toss it out. You could hear her voice now, “A girl born in the summer of the thirteenth year of the King still playing with dolls? How preposterous!”

You hummed, bending down to retrieve the doll. “What an odd thing to say… Why should I find a man to marry in order to rule? I am the Faerie Queen. This is my kingdom, I shall rule it how I see fit!”

Too lost in your own dream-like world, you don’t notice the crunching of leaves beneath boots. “Well, all Queens need a King to stand beside them,” a voice said behind you. You spun in place, clutching the doll to your chest. Kai tilted his head at you, an easy smile playing on his lips. “Don’t you think?” he concluded.

His cloak was covered in ash. He and the other members of the Collective must have just returned from defeating the ash in the area for good. The heat immediately rushed to your face and your mind raced. Kai stood mere feet from you and you were stumbling over your own thoughts on what to say. You stood up straighter, trying to appear nonchalant, “I-I suppose…”

How embarrassing it was to be caught in such childlike endeavors—by Kai of all people! You moved the doll behind your back in an attempt to hide it, yet Kai’s gaze followed the action before flicking back up to your face. Behind him, you saw the rest of the Collective ride up on horses towards the inn, snickering at the two of you. “I see Kai has finally found someone willing to lay with him!” one shouted sarcastically.

Kai’s face soured and he looked over his shoulder at them with a glare before turning back to you. Face softening, he took a step towards you. “Ignore them,” Kai says, “They think they’re funny and they’re not.”

He stripped off his velvet green cloak and gave it a good shake away from where you stood. Ash clouded off of it in front of him, making the two of you cough a little. “Sorry,” Kai coughed, letting the cloak fall onto the rock next to him. “So… The Faerie Queen, huh? What’s that? Does that have something to do with your dance?”

You looked down to your feet in even more embarrassment. “It’s… It’s nothing.” You sat down on the rock that your doll was previously perched on. “I can’t believe you saw that…” you muttered under your breath.

“It looked like fun,” Kai laughed, and you looked up to catch the way his smile lingered as he looked down at you. “You seemed really into it, didn’t even notice me coming up behind you. You jumped like a caught baby deer.”

It was your turn to laugh. “A baby deer?” you asked and Kai nodded. “I guess you could say that, but you scared me!” Kai sat down next to you. He pointed his chin upwards, his eyes on the crown of sticks and leaves on your head. “Is that your crown, Faerie Queen?”

Biting your lip, you took the crown off and placed it in your lap. You toyed with the leaves in it. “You should make me one,” Kai says. You looked up at him. He was much closer than you originally thought he was, his shoulder brushing up against yours making you nervous. This close up you could see all the details of his face—his eyelashes that occasionally rested softly on round, smiling cheeks, and the curve of his plump, pinked lips. And his warm, brown eyes that never left your face. “You know… Queens and Kings and all of that…”

You smiled, looking away from him so he wouldn’t see how flustered he made you. “Really?” you questioned, braving his stare once again. “Yeah!” Kai exclaimed. He leaned closer to you, “Only if you see me fit, though, my queen.”

Kai took your hand in his and bent over to press his lips to the back of it, his eyes flicking up to look at you between his lashes. The action set you alight and you were so sure that Kai could feel the heat radiating off of your body. “I’ll have to put you to the test,” you mutter, barely managing to get your words out. “Only the best can rule with me by my side.”

You felt the vibrations of Kai’s laugh against your skin before he sat back up, his hand still grasping yours. His face was even closer to yours now. All it took was one of you to lean a little closer and your lips would meet. “Well, you’ll find that I am the best of the best,” Kai spoke, lowly. His eyes dropped to your lips and he swayed a little. “Nobody stands a chance against me.”

“Is that so?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Mhm,” Kai nodded. He closed the gap between the two of you and pressed his lips against yours. With the hand that wasn’t holding yours, he used it to cup your cheek and lift your chin to kiss you deeper. You melted into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his. It was perfect, and the feeling of his soft lips on yours was like heaven.

“Why don’t you show her your magic wand!” a voice behind you and Kai yelled in your direction. The two of you broke apart, yet Kai’s hand remained on your cheek. Embarrassment crept up your neck and you could tell from Kai’s red ears that he was feeling the same way. He turned to where the voice came from, brows drawing together to form another dirty glare.

The rustling in the woods was more prevalent now and both you and Kai’s head snapped to the edge of the forest. Before your ears could even pick up on the growling, a large wolf jumped out from between the trees. Both you and Kai raced to your feet and he held a hand out to guide you behind him. You hugged your doll to your chest in fear. Besides his body being tense, Kai remained relatively calm.

The wolf growled and snapped at the two of you, its sharp teeth piercing the air as spit ran down the corners of its jaw. “Awe, he can’t even handle a single wolf… the Ash is going to smoke him out!” Members of the Collective laughed behind you, but Kai paid them no mind. He guided you slowly backwards and away from the edge of the forest.

Kai quickly glanced back at you and the way you trembled, terrified. “It must be hungry,” he said, focusing back on the wolf. Green swirls of magic wrapped around the two of you. “It probably smells the meat from the nearby butcher’s.”

“It wouldn’t kill us, right?” you asked with a shaky voice, already knowing how foolish the question was before finishing it. Kai looked over his shoulder at you again, his face the most serious you’ve seen it, “Make something scared and it’ll do just about anything to get rid of the feeling.”

Just as Kai turned his head back towards the wolf, it pounced at the two of you. Behind it, more wolves prowled out of the woods, snarling. You barely registered that the harrowing scream that filled your ears was your own before you were pushed to the ground.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion for once in your entire life. The members of the Collective who were snickering and poking fun at you and Kai jumped into action, spirals of green emerging from their fingertips. More of them piled out from the inn, along with Lamia. You don’t realize that a hand is grabbing your arm and lifting you to your feet before you’re being pushed out of the crossfire.

All you see is green. At least, at first.

Then, splatters of red cover your vision. The screams and cracking of bones fill your ears and bodies fly through the air. Hot tears run down your cheeks and you close your eyes. Then, there is complete and utter silence.

The silence lasts for a moment before all sound comes rushing back to you so fast it felt like your ears were bleeding. There was screaming and crying and more cracking of bones set into place. You opened your eyes to see that the once green pasture you danced in was covered in red—red so dark it was almost black, and disfigured bodies and torn limbs were everywhere.

You stood up from the mud, eyes scanning through the green in the air in search of Kai. When you found him, tending to one of his members whose leg was missing, you breathed a sigh of relief. He was covered in blood and viscera, but it looked like he was unharmed. Barely taking a step in his direction, nails dug into your arm, bringing about a sharp sting that you were all too familiar with.

Body swinging in the opposite direction of Kai, you came face to face with your mother. Her hand reached up to roughly grab your chin. “What have you done?!” She screamed at you.

You glanced around you, never hearing her this angry before. More tears slid out of your eyes and to the dirt below and you tried to talk around the lump in your throat. You took in the destruction all around you, at the dead wolves that were now being carried towards the butcher who stood a couple feet from you. His voice caught in the air, “...a lamb, yeah.” You looked at how many lives the Collective lost in a sheer matter of minutes—and how it was all your fault. “It… I—” you started.

“You brainless child!” Your mother’s hand striked you so hard across the face that you fell back down to the mud at your feet. “Do you know how bad this is for business? Members of the Collective are dead on my soil!” You held your searing cheek with the hand that wasn’t still clutching onto your straw doll as you looked up at your mother with tearful eyes.

“I… I didn’t m—”

“Shut up. Go. I never want to see your vile face again!” Lamia screamed, her wrinkled face turning as red as the sunset behind her. She pointed a shaky finger away from the inn. You stood up on weak legs, your knees shaking. “But—but, Mom—” you cried.

“Go!”

You gave her one last pleading look before taking off, stumbling over your own feet. Tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t need sight for the place you were running to. You could find Althea in the dark, bound and soundless, if you had to.

You pushed open the doors of the guild and fell to the floor just in front of the counter, startling Althea and the customer she was engaging with. Your chest heaved and your tears formed a puddled at your scraped and dirty knees. “S-She… They’re all…” Your whole body shook and you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

Althea rushed to you, taking you into her arms and completely abandoning her customer. You caught a glimpse of them from Althea’s chest and didn’t know what you saw… Scaly skin that caught the light before a clawed hand pulled the hood further over their face, maybe? Althea shushed you and rubbed comforting circles into your back. “It’s okay, my owlet, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

Love is a very wretched thing. It lets in the rot and the maggots and the ash. But, you still couldn’t help scraping off the corruption and placing it gently in your heart anyway. You couldn’t let go of the thought that maybe it could be beautiful, that it could be worth the cracked skin.

Instead of your usual hiding spot under the counter next to where Althea worked, you were hidden away between shelves at the back of the guild, alone. A book sat open in your lap, but your mind was too distracted to read any of the words in it. You heard the soft pattering of feet along the hardwood and turned to the sound.

Kai stood before you, completely distraught and still covered in blood from the wolf attack.

You waited for him to speak, but he said nothing. You moved the open book in your lap to the side as you sat up. Your lips parted as you thought of something to say. “T-Thank you,” you said finally. “You saved my life.”

Kai’s eyes weren’t the warm brown that they were earlier. Something shifts in them and you swallow thickly. They were cold, lifeless. Kai just nodded and slumped down to the floor next to you. An awkward silence filled the air and you didn’t know what to say to resolve it.

“How did you find me?” you asked in a meek voice. Kai’s eyes shifted over to you from where they looked out the window to the dark sky. “I saw you run here,” he says plainly. “Followed you.”

Silence penetrates the air before he speaks again. “They kicked me out,” Kai says, his lifeless eyes still boring into you. “They kicked me out of the School of Pith.”

Your mouth falls open in shock and you rush to apologize, saying how it was all your fault, but Kai just shakes his head and looks away from you. He’s still in his Collective uniform, but now the light, forest-green of his velvet cloak seems dull and dark. It doesn’t help that it’s now splattered with blood. “I guess it was my last chance.”

There’s no inflection in his voice, nothing to show whether the result makes him sad or angry or even annoyed. His face is expressionless. The only hint to his inner turmoil is the way his fingers pull harshly at the seams of his dirty white pants. The tips of them are reddened, like he’s been at it for a while now.

Kai turned back to you and reached a hand up to gently rub his thumb along your bruised cheek. His gaze then dipped to the book on the floor. “What are you reading?”

You hand the book to him, the page opened onto the legend of the White Fawn that Althea told you about. Kai hummed, “You don’t really believe in all that stuff, do you? This myth?”

“You don’t?” you asked incredulously. “You have magic, but don’t believe in a white deer that brings about luck and fortune?”

For the first time that night, you manage to get Kai to chuckle. “I suppose you’re right…” he trailed. “I might not be the firmest believer in myths and legends, but I do know a lot about them. We learned about them at the school—more things than you’ll read about in any book.”

Kai glances at you and catches the way your eyes light up. A smile pulls at the corner of his lips. The light still isn't back in his eyes—and his smile doesn't reach them either—but, it’s a start. You look at him as if he just hung all the stars in the pitch black sky.

“You want me to teach you?” Kai asks, and you desperately nod your head.

[ kipo’s note . . . ] wow… a lot happened… you see why it had to be almost 8k words now?? lmaoo i had to set everything up! but tell me how you feel about it all!! what do you think about the faerie realm, or the myths of the forest that watches and the well of life? the white fawn and the prophecy of eternal winter??? lemme know all your thoughts, don’t be shy!!! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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The babysitter • bodyguard!Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Victor Dimitri has had enough of his daughter and her wild streak. When she crosses a boundary even she knows she shouldn’t have, he hires her a personal bodyguard or in her words, A babysitter. When he comes into her life she’s defiant won’t listen to a word he says but Rafe is used to a challenge

Warnings: Mention of violence, Dark themes, murder, Kidnapping, drug trafficking and Abuse, Neglectful parents, sexual themes, eventual Smut- MDI

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Y/n was dying.

Okay, maybe not literally, but she sure as hell felt like it.

Her head was pounding, her stomach churning violently as she clung to the toilet bowl for dear life. The room spun every time she so much as breathed, and every time she thought she was done throwing up, her stomach cruelly reminded her otherwise.

This was, without a doubt, the worst hangover she’d ever had.

She barely registered the sound of the door opening until a familiar, deep voice cut through the haze of her misery.

“Jesus Christ.”

Y/N groaned, slumping against the cool porcelain. “Go away.”

Rafe ignored her, stepping inside and crouching down beside her. He was back in his usual fitted slacks and black button-down, but he’d rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, and the sight of his forearms shouldn’t have been as distracting as it was.

He brushed her hair back from her sweaty forehead. “You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks,” she muttered weakly.

His lips twitched, but his expression remained mostly unreadable. “Here.” He held out a bottle of water. “Drink.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t wanna.”

Rafe sighed, clearly so over her dramatics. “Y/N.” With a heavy sigh, she took the bottle and sipped hesitantly. The water was cold, refreshing—at least until her stomach lurched again, and she barely made it back over the toilet in time.

Rafe didn’t flinch, just rubbed soothing circles into her back. “You’re a fucking mess, you know that?”

She groaned, resting her forehead against her arm. “I know.”

A pause. Then—shockingly—his voice softened. “You should take a nap.”

She scoffed, though it lacked any real energy. “I can’t even stand, Rafe. How the hell am I supposed to get to my bed?”

Before she could protest, strong arms slid under her legs and back, and suddenly, she was being lifted effortlessly into the air.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he muttered, carrying her like she weighed nothing.

She should’ve been embarrassed. Or maybe annoyed. Instead, she just… melted into him, too weak to care.

He laid her down gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Y/N blinked up at him. “What for?”

“You’ll see.” He smirked, then—holy shit—he pressed a quick kiss to her temple before disappearing out the door.

She barely had time to process that before exhaustion finally dragged her under.

When she woke up, Rafe walked in with a tray ln hand . Soup, crackers, a bottle of ginger ale. And next to it—

Lilies.

Her heart stuttered in her chest.

Did Rafe—?

Her eyes widened as she stared at the

flowers. “You... bought me flowers?”

He shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. “I remembered you said they were your favorite. Figured it might make you feel better.”

She was speechless. It was... sweet.

Thoughtful, even.

Rafe was never like this.

But before she could say anything, her bedroom door flew open, slamming against the wall.

It was her father.

And he did not look happy.

Her father stormed in, his face red with anger. “Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to get that call last night?”

Y/N froze, her body tensing. “Dad, I—”

“No, you don’t get to explain,” he snapped, his voice cold. “You were drunk off your ass, making a scene. What the hell were you thinking?”

Her initial guilt quickly morphed into defensiveness. “I was just having fun—”

“Fun?” He scoffed. “You’re reckless. Selfish. Do you have any idea how this reflects on me? On our family?”

She clenched her jaw, her shoulders squaring. “Of course that’s all you care about. How it makes you look.”

“Watch your tone,” he warned, his eyes narrowing. “You’re already on thin ice.”

She opened her mouth to retaliate, but Rafe stepped in, his voice firm. “She’s hungover and exhausted. Maybe this conversation can wait.”

Her father turned his icy glare on him. “This is none of your concern, Cameron.”

Rafe didn’t flinch. “I’m just saying she needs rest. That’s all.”

Her father looked like he wanted to argue but finally turned away, his shoulders stiff. “This isn’t over, Dinner with Don is at 7 be ready.” He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Y/N sank back into her pillows, anger and embarrassment swirling in her chest.

Rafe watched her carefully. “You okay?”

She shot him a glare. “Why do you care?”

He blinked, clearly taken aback. “I was just—”

“Just what?” Her voice was sharp, biting. “You think I need your pity? Or maybe you just enjoy seeing me get yelled at.”

His jaw tightened. “That’s not—”

“Oh, save it, Rafe,” she snapped. “I’m not in the mood for your condescending bullshit. Just... leave me alone.”

For a moment, he looked genuinely hurt. But it was gone in a flash, his expression hardening as he turned on his heel and walked out.

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Y/N hated these dinners.

Sitting in a room full of criminals, listening to them talk business like they were at a corporate board meeting.

And tonight was no different.

Y/N sat stiffly at the dining table, her fingers wrapped around her wine glass, her head still pounding from her hangover.

The Castello family was seated around the table, their voices low as they discussed business.

“About that shipment last month,” her father began, voice calm but firm. “We heard there were complications.”

Don’s smirk didn’t waver. “A minor inconvenience. The feds have been getting bolder. But our people took care of it.”

“I hope your people were thorough,” her father said. “We can’t afford any loose ends.”

“You worry too much, old man.”

Her father’s lips curled. “When you’ve been in this business as long as I have, there’s always something to worry about.” He leaned forward. “Which is why we need to talk about the Moretti family.”

The conversation spiraled deeper into discussions of betrayal, blood, and backstabbing. Y/N forced herself to zone out, pushing the food around on her plate.

Rafe stood behind her, his posture casual, but his gaze was sharp, always surveying, always watching.

She could feel his eyes on her, a weight that made her skin prickle with irritation.

She took a sip of her wine, her fingers tightening around the delicate stem of the glass as she forced herself to swallow the bitterness swirling inside her. It wasn’t just the hangover that had her on edge. It was him.

The way he was hovering. The way he was watching her like she was some fragile thing that might shatter at any moment. The way he’d been sweet and attentive earlier, only to turn back into his usual condescending self the second she’d snapped at him.

She hated it. She hated him.

Rafe leaned down, his voice a low murmur just for her. “You’re tapping your foot. It’s annoying.”

She stilled, her jaw tightening. “Then don’t listen.”

He gave a small, humorless chuckle. “Kinda hard when you’re vibrating the whole damn floor.”

She turned her head, just enough to meet his eyes. “Maybe you should stand somewhere else, then.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint, infuriating smirk. “Not my choice, Princess. You’re stuck with me.”

Her fingers dug into her thigh. “Lucky me.”

Don Castellano’s voice boomed across the table, pulling her attention back to the conversation. “The Moretti family’s been getting bold. Too bold. Makes you wonder who’s been whispering in their ears.”

Her father’s expression was cold, calculating. “They’ve always been slippery. But we’re not worried. They’ll get what’s coming to them.”

Y/N’s stomach turned, her appetite vanishing. She hated these dinners. Hated the thinly veiled threats, the power plays hidden behind polite smiles. She reached for her wine again, taking another long sip, hoping the alcohol would numb the unease coiling in her gut.

Rafe’s voice was low and close again. “Careful. Don’t need you making a scene... again.”

Her fingers tightened around the glass, a surge of heat rushing to her cheeks. “I’m not drunk.”

He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Yet.”

She grit her teeth. “I’m not going to embarrass myself. Or you.”

His smirk faltered, his gaze softening for just a moment before his usual guarded expression returned. “This isn’t about me.”

She looked away, her shoulders rigid. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He let out a slow exhale. “You’re impossible.”

She took another sip of her wine, her lips curving into a bitter smile. “And you’re insufferable.”

Before he could respond, Luca Castellano’s voice cut through the room. “If they’re snitching, we can’t just cut them out. We need to make an example of them. Something public. Something loud.”

Y/n’s father nodded in agreement. “We can’t let the other families think we’re weak.”

A chill ran down her spine. She set her wine glass down carefully, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. She hated this world. Hated the violence that was always lurking beneath the surface, the ruthless decisions made without a second thought.

Rafe’s eyes were on her again, his gaze sharper, more attentive. “You okay?” he murmured.

She didn’t look at him. “I’m not a fucking baby,” she hissed under her breath.

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t push it.

As Luca leaned back in his chair, a sly smile on his lips, he turned his attention to her. “You’ve grown up, Y/N. Last time I saw you, you were still clinging to your father’s leg.”

She forced a polite smile. “People grow up, Luca. Even me.”

His dark eyes gleamed. “I suppose so. And here I thought you’d be married off by now. Surprised your old man hasn’t found you a nice husband to... keep you in line.”

Her smile turned icy. “I don’t need a man to keep me in line.”

Rafe’s fingers twitched at his side, his posture stiffening ever so slightly.

Luca’s smile widened, clearly enjoying himself. “Feisty. Just like your mother.”

Y/N’s pulse quickened, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. She reached for her wine, needing something to steady herself. As she did, Rafe’s arm moved, reaching for a dish in front of her.

She thought he was about to knock her glass over, so she moved to grab it herself—

Her fingers slipped, and the glass tipped, spilling dark red wine all down the front of her dress.

The room went silent.

Her cheeks burned with humiliation, her hands shaking as she tried to dab at the stain with her napkin. But it was useless. The deep red liquid was already soaking into the fabric, spreading like blood.

She looked up at Rafe, anger blazing in her eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she whispered furiously.

His eyes were wide, his mouth opening to protest. But her father’s sharp voice cut through the tension. “Y/N, enough.”

She snapped her mouth shut, the humiliation and anger twisting together, making it hard to breathe.

Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, then looked at Rafe, her eyes narrowing.

Rafe: Stop fucking glaring at me.

 Y/N: Don’t tell me what to do.

 Rafe: You’re being so pathetic.

 Y/N: Oh I’m pathetic? Good one, Rafe.

She shoved her phone back into her purse, her whole body buzzing with anger. She wanted to scream. To throw her glass against the wall. To do something to release the pressure building inside her.

Instead, she forced herself to sit there, her hands trembling in her lap, her dress soaked and ruined.

And Rafe stood behind her, his jaw tight, his shoulders tense, his presence like a shadow she could never escape.

—

The car door slammed behind her, rattling the glass. Y/N crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Her dress was ruined, stained with red wine that was already drying into an ugly, sticky mess. She could still feel the weight of everyone’s stares, the mocking glint in Luca’s eyes, the tight disapproval in her father’s voice.

And it was all his fault.

Rafe got into the driver’s seat, his movements rigid and controlled, his face a mask of cold indifference. He didn’t even look at her as he started the engine.

The silence was suffocating. Tension crackled between them, thick and heavy. She watched the lights of the city blur past the window, her fingers digging into her arms as she tried to hold herself together.

But the embarrassment, the anger, the humiliation—it was all boiling over.

She couldn’t keep it in any longer. “You are such an asshole.”

His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, but his eyes stayed on the road. “What the hell are you talking about now?”

Her laugh was cold, sharp. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You just had to reach across me right then, didn’t you?”

“I was reaching for the plate. It’s not my fault you’re so jumpy.”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit. You did it on purpose.” She turned to glare at him, her eyes blazing. “You just love seeing me humiliated, don’t you?”

He scoffed, his jaw tightening. “Believe it or not, Princess, not everything’s about you.”

Princess.

She fucking hated that.

She felt her hands shaking, her anger spilling over. “I wouldn’t have spilled the wine if you weren’t hovering over me like a fucking shadow all the time!”

“Yeah? Well, maybe if you weren’t acting like a spoiled little brat all night, you wouldn’t have drawn so much attention to yourself.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, his words hitting her like a slap. “A brat? I was sitting there minding my own damn business.”

“Oh, give me a break. You were sulking the whole time, shooting daggers at me like a petulant child. God, you’re so dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” She was practically shaking now, her nails digging into her arms. “You are unbelievable. You’ve been on my back all day, treating me like I’m some stupid little girl who can’t even take care of herself!”

He shot her a cold, sideways glance. “Maybe if you stopped acting like one, I wouldn’t have to.

Her mouth dropped open, shock and fury colliding inside her. “I hate you,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous.

He laughed, the sound bitter and cruel. “Good. It makes my job a hell of a lot easier when I don’t have to pretend to like you either.”

Her throat tightened, the back of her eyes burning. She wouldn’t cry. She refused to cry in front of him. Not after everything. Not after the way he’d made her feel.

“You are such a prick,” she spat, her voice shaking. “You act like you’re better than me, but you’re just as trapped as I am. You’re nothing but my father’s loyal little lapdog.”

His shoulders went rigid, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. “Watch it.” His voice was low, dangerous.

“Or what? You’ll tell Daddy on me?” She laughed, the sound hollow. “Go ahead. That’s all you’re good for anyway. Following orders like a mindless robot.”

He slammed on the brakes, jerking the car to a violent stop at a red light. He turned to her then, his eyes blazing, his face tight with anger. “You think I like this?” he snarled. “You think I enjoy babysitting some spoiled, entitled princess who can’t even go one night without throwing a tantrum?”

Her eyes widened, the venom in his voice catching her off guard. But she refused to back down. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “If I’m so insufferable, then why don’t you just quit?”

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. “Believe me, I’ve thought about it. But then who’d be around to save your ass every time you decided to do something stupid?”

She flinched, the truth in his words stinging more than she wanted to admit. But she wouldn’t let him see how much he was getting to her. “I never asked you to save me.”

“No,” he shot back, his voice low and cold. “But you keep needing it.”

She looked away, her chest heaving, anger and shame swirling inside her. “Screw you.”

He let out a harsh laugh. “Trust me, Princess. That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”

Her head snapped back to him, her eyes blazing. “I hate you.”

“Dito,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the road as the light turned green. He slammed his foot on the gas, the car lurching forward.

The rest of the drive was silent, the air thick with tension and resentment. She stared out the window, her vision blurred with unshed tears, her throat burning.

She hated him. She hated him more than anyone she’d ever met.

So why did it hurt so much to hear him say he hated her too?

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its-luna-noel · 2 days ago

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in my restless dreams, i see you | various!jjk x reader

05. blood on her lips looking extra tasty

Vampire lord Ryomen Sukuna gives you the gift of eternal life. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. vampire lord!sukuna x reader vampire!geto x reader vampire hunter!gojo x reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, vampire!au, smut, drinking, partying, non-con elements, blood drinking, vampire turning, violence & blood, definite dark themes so DD:DNE

word count: 3.6k

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notes: hello! sorry it's been a while, but i've finally finished this chapter, so i hope you enjoy! xx

Sukuna doesn’t knock before walking into your new apartment.

You’re in the middle of research – which is really just you scrolling through urban legends and vampire stories on your new phone, trying to match everything you’ve experienced so far with what you’re reading. Trying to anticipate what you’ll experience next.

Then Sukuna walks in like he owns the place – though you guess he actually does.

You toss your phone aside, embarrassed to be reading about fictional monsters like a teenage girl. You raise your head and watch him walk in, hands in his pockets as he approaches the couch and looks down his nose at you.

“Comfortable?” he asks.

You just stare up at him for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Then, so you don’t seem ungrateful for him providing housing for you – when your family literally thinks you’re dead and would probably drive a stake through your heart themselves if you walked up to their front door – you nod silently.

He grins that wicked smile of his, and then he steps forward and towers over you, sinking to his knees on the couch and straddling you, his massive muscular body dwarfing you against the back of the couch. Your breath stills, and you gaze up into those daunting red eyes, and he looks so goddamn menacing your eyes shift away.

He chuckles. “Scared, little girl?”

You just your chin out. “No.”

He just chuckles again and leans in, his mouth brushing against your throat. Your eyes flutter closed, and you suck in a soft gasp through your teeth at the feeling of his cool breath on your neck. His lips are feather-light on your skin, tracing where your pulse had once throbbed in anticipation of this same mouth that’s brushing against you now.

You wonder if things would be different if you didn’t let him touch you. If you didn’t let him come home with you that first night.

Maybe that heart would still be beating.

His lips part, and his tongue licks a slow, aching line of heat up the side of your neck. You wish you could be disgusted by it, horrified, but instead you can’t help but remember how good it felt with his mouth, his hands, his body on you.

You just want more.

His fingers dive into your hair, tilting your head back so he can get better access to your throat, and his nose brushes over your skin, smelling you… He hums, “I can smell him on you… That groundskeeper… can smell his blood in your veins….” And then he drops open his jaw, his fangs glinting in the light of your apartment before they slice open your throat, bleeding you out all over again.

You gasp, eyes flashing open, but he just holds you a little tighter, letting his tongue poke out from between perfect lips to brush along the twin rivulets of crimson now dripping from your neck. The blood you stole from another man, ripped from his body and drank in your fledgling frenzy.

Your instincts are to push him off of you, to snarl and fight to keep that blood you worked for, but something inside you can’t. Something in you knows that he’s your sire, that he gave you the gift of this second life, and that you can’t fight against him. Not when he’s sucking the foreign blood from your veins, claiming your life as his own.

“S-Sukuna,” you whimper, not understanding why your body is held immobile in his hands.

He hums, a low rumble in his chest, as he tightens his hold in your hair. “Such a familiar tone,” he says, and blood drips from his teeth when he pulls back enough to look you in the eyes when he speaks. “It would do you well to remember who is the master and who is the servant here, little thing. I won’t remind you again.” Then he puts his mouth back on your bleeding wound and drinks.

This time, as he takes a long pull from your throat, you notice that though you’re unable to move against him, unable to fight this robbery of blood you so rightfully earned when ripping it from that man’s throat, you’re not enthralled. You’re not empty-minded, not entirely blank except for the need to serve him, to belong to him, to give him everything.

He pulls back, licking his teeth at the delicious expression on your face, that painful haze of confusion when you realize that he doesn’t have the sort of control over you he once had when you were human. He smirks at you, sucking his fangs clean before he explains, “S’not your blood, pretty girl; can’t be a thrall when there’s no use for you. But you’re full of that human’s blood – that old groundskeeper you ripped apart and murdered – so I can still drink from you.” Then he dives back in, his tongue brushing the arch of your throat once more.

He slowly readjusts himself, putting one leg between yours. He presses his knee against your cunt, and your back arches off the couch with a soft gasp, lashes fluttering at the unexpected stimulation. You can feel him grinning against your neck as he sucks again, his mouth filling with blood, now slowly tinged with the taste of hormones and endorphins released as he starts rocking his knee against your core.

He feels you growing wet against his leg.

He groans quietly against your neck at the taste, at the sweetness of your arousal straight through the blood in your veins. His hips grind against your stomach, canting forward against your soft tummy through your shirt. He presses somehow closer, pinning you against the back of the couch as he leans over you, dwarfing your frame with his massive body. His fingers tighten again in your hair, leaning your head even further back so he can move his tongue over the bite mark at your throat with fervor, lapping at the draining blood in rhythm with each shallow thrust of his hips.

And all you can do is sit there and take it, while your mind screams at you to fight back.

When he finally pulls back, mouth painted red, his tongue licks that up, too, leaving only a soft crimson stain to his perfect lips. His eyes are lidded as he looks down at you, his hips still pressed against your torso, his aching erection so close… You fight to swallow.

He stands, having had his fill of you, and straightens his shirt, looking as casual as when he walked in. You’re the only one who’s left wrecked by the interaction. “I’m sure the others will ask to drink from you sometime, too – pretty thing like you.”

He steps away from the couch, moving towards your front door. “You can do whatever you want with the others,” he tells you, not even glancing over his shoulder at you. “Can go anywhere to hunt, as long as you don’t act like an idiot and get yourself found by humans. Or, god forbid, hunters.” He shrugs nonchalantly, like the idea of you being hunted doesn’t even bother him. “That is, if you want to survive. If you want a stake to the heart, go right ahead.” Then he exits your apartment without an ounce of fanfare, and you sink into your couch, grimacing as you press a hand to your still-bleeding throat.

Being a monster hasn’t really lived up to your expectations.

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Once night falls, you follow Choso and Suguru through the vibrant streets of Shibuya.

You’re dressed in a black leather skirt and a violet crop top; it turns out when your vampire lord sire has been around for centuries, that usually means he has enough money to order you clothes to fill the closet in your new apartment. All of it is slutty and dark, unlike the flowy little sundress you died in and the dress you were buried in.

It feels like Sukuna was trying to remake you in every way possible.

Once you walk into the club, bass thumping so loud it rattles your dormant heart like a new heartbeat, Choso immediately darts off into the shadows to search for his own prey. Suguru, however, stays by your side as you both make your way to the bar.

He leans against the bartop, looking down at you curiously. “I’m guessing you haven’t hunted before?”

The vision of ripping apart that old man, the groundskeeper in the cemetery, once again flashes in your mind. You blink away the images of crimson blood spurting all over you as you ripped out his throat. “Um, not really.”

He nods, turning to order you both drinks. “Well, it should be easy for you; pretty things make the best venom, eh?”

You’re not sure if that’s a compliment or not. You bring your hand up to your lips, touching one of your long, sharp canines with the tip of your finger. “Are we venomous?”

He lets out a soft laugh and shakes his head, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away from your mouth. “No, that’s a myth. Vampires don’t have venom.”

“Then how did Sukuna– er, Lord Sukuna – change me?”

He taps the side of his throat with his finger. “He gave you his blood, didn’t he?”

You think back; the memories of that night are so fuzzy, drowning in the haze of your thrall state and your bloodloss, but you think you do remember him lancing his own throat and forcing you to swallow a mouthful of his blood. After a moment, all you say is, “Gross.”

Suguru just huffs another small laugh.

You examine him as his violet eyes trail over the bar, searching for his own prey in the low lights. His eyes didn’t glow in the same way that Sukuna’s did, so you wonder if that’s just a vampire lord thing; either way, he’s simply pretty, his long sleek hair and his slim build attractive in a way that Sukuna’s hulking, overpowering form could never be. He’s dressed in a black band t-shirt and dark jeans with silver chains clipped to his belt loop, and silver jewelry hangs from his neck and his gauged ears. He looks beautiful, tempting, in the low light.

But there are shadows under his eyes, dark bruises like his body misses his heartbeat in a way yours doesn’t. You wonder if his soul just wasn’t made for the afterlife.

He stands up straight from his casual lean, chains and jewelry all clinking and settling as he stares off into the distance. You turn and look and find a shy-looking boy glancing at him before averting his gaze, blushing.

You can practically feel the rush of blood to his face from across the room.

Suguru doesn’t take his eyes off the young man. “You’ll be alright?” he asks.

You nod, signaling for him to go. “I’ll be fine. Any rules I should know about?”

He takes one step away, then another. “Just be back before sunrise. You don’t want to be caught outside when the sun comes up.” Then he disappears into the crowd, leaving you to your own devices.

So, you wait. And now that you’re without your alternative-looking guard dog, it doesn’t take long for someone to approach you.

The young man who comes up to you is plain, unassuming. You flash a hesitant smile, and you can see him trying to decide if your canines are a little too big, a little too sharp.

He decides to stay, and that is his downfall.

You flirt, and he buys you drinks, and you dance, and it’s like any normal night when you used to be human.

Then he takes you outside, laughing as he stumbles drunkenly out the front door of the bar, and he pins you against the brick siding, crushing his lips against yours.

You try not to grimace as he makes out with you; he’s not a good kisser, his tongue far too firm and unyielding in your mouth, so you take his cheeks and tilt back your head to guide his mouth to your neck.

His mouth is no less sloppy on your throat.

Your eyes are closed as his tongue swirls your pulse, right over the ruined scars that mark you as undead. If he notices them and finds them odd, he doesn’t speak on it; instead he keeps kissing his way lower towards the neckline of your shirt.

You tug on the hem of his. “Not here,” you say.

He looks up at you through lashes, grinning up at you as he lowers himself to his knees in front of you, right there in that dingy alley. “C’mon, baby,” he says, though he has no right to call you that, “lighten up a little.”

You grit your teeth, and you open your eyes to snap at him; you’re so tired of people thinking they have a right to you– But before you can, his hands reach to your thighs, sliding up and under your skirt, aiming for the lace of your panties–

You snarl, eyes flashing with rage, because you’re not letting someone else get a hold of you, not like Sukuna did. No one will ever take from you what he did. So you grab this guy’s hair and tug harshly, yanking his head back, and he lets out a gasp that turns to a groan, a filthy sound for a filthy man in the filthy street.

So instead of indulging him, you lean down, towering over his kneeling form, and then your sharp fangs sink into flesh for the first time.

And then everything seems to slow.

As you retract your jaws from his throat, fangs leaving two puncture wounds in his vein, blood blooms and hits your tongue, and your eyes roll back at the hot, heady taste. It’s even better than your first time, drinking from the cemetery groundskeeper, because it’s a warm, breathing body beneath your mouth this time.

You understand why Sukuna hunts the way he does.

Your hand leaves the man’s hair, and instead you grab behind his head with one hand and his shoulder with the other, holding him in place as you suck down a mouthful of salty blood, swallowing eagerly. Then you draw another mouthful. Your hands are unyielding on him as you drink him down.

He just moans softly under your mouth, panting quietly. In his own little thrall state.

It’s almost thrilling to be the one in the powerful position for once.

His heartbeat starts to grow sluggish beneath your lips, his blood now a slow trickle into your mouth that you’re lapping up like an eager puppy. He’s nearly boneless in your arms, but you’re still holding him just as tightly, like you’re afraid of letting go and feeling that ever-gnawing hunger deep in the pits of your undead belly.

You’re still in the middle of feeding when the side door opens into the alley you’re ducked into.

You raise your head, eyes flashing with feral light at having been interrupted. You hear two sets of footsteps and only one heartbeat, so you’re unsurprised to see one of your companions accompanied by his hunt for the night.

Suguru blinks at you. Then he looks at your unconscious prey at your feet, and he sighs. “Should’ve known,” he says. He turns to his own thrall, whose pupils are blown wide, and a bruise is already starting to darken around red indents in his throat. “Go home,” Suguru tells him, “and forget about this night. You drank too much and blacked out, and I walked you home.”

The thrall seems hesitant to leave his new master, but after a moment he nods and turns away, walking out of the alley.

You and Suguru both watch him turn a corner and disappear. Then violet eyes slide to look down at you, their colorful depths a little brighter now having been fed a mouthful or two of blood. He gestures to the man on the concrete. “What’s your plan with him?”

You stand there for a moment, racking your brain. In your young frenzy, you’re not sure. You tell him so. “I dunno.”

He just sighs again and steps forward, lowering himself to haul the unconscious man to his feet. “Grab his other arm,” he tells you, though both of you could carry this body alone due to your supernatural strength. You suppose that would look more conspicuous, though, than two people propping up a “friend” between them as they leave the bars.

You follow his directions, throwing the man’s other arm over your shoulders. You look over at Suguru as you start walking. “What’s the plan?”

“Jogo and the other nosferatu are in charge of keeping the thralls,” he says, keeping his eyes forward. “Though he will no longer be yours; Sukuna will decide if he’s worth keeping.”

Your expression sours a little; you’re the one who was nearly assaulted, you’re the one who did the hard work, and Sukuna is the one who gets to keep him?

You hate vampire hierarchy.

Suguru turns to examine you, his dreary eyes taking in your frustration. “I know it seems unfair,” he says softly, “but he’s the one who gifted us our second life. He’s owed certain things.”

You hiss under your breath, “I didn’t ask for this life! I loved my first one.”

Suguru, it seems, does not have a response for that.

The two of you walk back to the apartment complex with the unconscious body between you. Once you arrive, a tall nosferatu named Hanami takes him off of your shoulders and leads him down the first floor corridor.

Leaving you and Suguru in the dimly lit lobby.

Suguru’s eyes slide to meet yours. “You should learn to be more careful. If it were Lord Sukuna who found you like that, he would’ve killed you.”

A second time.

You sigh and look away. “I know,” you say, voice hushed. “I’m sorry for putting you through the trouble.”

Suguru is quiet for a moment. Then he says, “Well, I should go. I didn’t get much blood, and I need to find something before sunrise.”

You both glance out the glass doors, examining the sky from above the skyline. Suguru tuts quietly; there looks to be only short hours until the sun is up; does he have enough time to complete a hunt and get safely back?

You’re not sure.

You look at him, examining the bruises beneath his eyes, the hunger in their depths. And so, because he did you a solid by helping you get the body back to the apartment and not let him die in the street for everyone to see – very likely getting yourself killed in the process – you give him an offer.

“You can feed from me, if you like.”

He turns his gaze from the sky in surprise. “You’ve only just fed,” he says, almost like he’s trying to convince you to change your mind, to withdraw your offer.

You don’t. “Yes, but you need blood. I owe you for the help.”

He stares at you for a long moment, thinking. Then he just nods and steps forward. “Yours or mine?” he asks.

And because you yearn for just a little more control tonight, you say, “Mine.”

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Suguru’s mouth is much more gentle on your throat than Sukuna’s has ever been.

He’s sitting beside you on your couch, his hands gently cradling the back of your head, as he slowly sinks his long fangs into your neck. Your head is tipped back against the back of the couch, eyes closed, fighting through the flash of pain before he extracts his teeth from your throat and starts softly sucking.

One of his hands slides down to grope your chest, and you yelp in surprise, pushing him off. “What the hell!” you practically shriek, scrambling towards the other end of the couch and putting space between the two of you.

He blinks at you, frozen in place by surprise. Blood stains his lips, and his violet eyes watch more blood drip down the delicate curve of your neck, pooling in the hollow between your collarbones. He fights to swallow before he breathes, “I’m– I’m sorry. I thought– I mean, we all just do it–”

“That’s not an excuse!” you snap, eyes alight with indignant fury.

“I-I know,” he stammers, “I know it’s not. It’s just… Hasn’t Lord Sukuna done the same?”

You grit your teeth. “I can’t say no to him. But you didn’t even ask. I’m not a thing to be taken advantage of.”

He raises his hands, looking taken aback. It seems like he’s starting to panic. “It’s not like that! It’s just… We feed like that because it tastes better for the drinker, but it also feels good for you. But I understand why you don’t want that. I apologize.”

You stare over at him, examining the expression in his eyes. Once you deem him genuinely contrite, you relax a little against the couch and grumble, “Get over here. No more funny business without my permission.”

“I promise.” He moves towards you across the couch and keeps his hands respectful once more, cradling the back of your head as he licks up the already-scabbing wounds on your neck. His saliva dissolves the platelet plug, and then he’s drinking again, his mouth just as gentle as it was before your outburst. He swallows the first mouthful of blood, and you slowly sink back against the couch again, letting him continue to drink. And the entire time, he doesn’t touch you without your permission again.

And over the following weeks, as other men touch you and beg you and kiss you, Suguru is the one who stays respectful. The one who treats you like a person instead of an object.

Or instead of the monster you’ve become.

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bloodyinkandquill · 3 days ago

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Phighting x Reader Valentine’s day special

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sorry for my disappearance, executive dysfunction, the day this will be posted (valentines duh) i’ll be flying out to spend two days with my partner 💜 im so excited to see them i love them so much hehehe, anyways same idea as christmas one what do the phighters do to celebrate valentine’s with you?

Sword:

- I picture him as someone who doesn’t go quite all out he still wants to do something nice for you. He’d get you a bouquet of whatever your favorite flowers are and in your favorite color too (if they grow in that color). If they’re roses he definitely cut his finger on them, he’s a little stupid but you love him. While not insanely fancy or expensive he takes you out for dinner as well, he didn’t consider making a reservation so hopefully wherever he planned has room. He gets you a super cheesy card but writes a super sweet message in it which makes up for an eye-rollingly cheesy card.

- He might wanna but he honestly doesn’t care either way, if you want to he’s absolutely down, if not he’s not going to be sad. So it’s your call.

Skateboard:

- He forgets about Valentine’s until like, the day of or before if you’re lucky. So you either get a very hastily bought gift of some chocolates, or him lying that he’s waiting till after to get the discount chocolates. You see through him but laugh and go along with it. To make it up to you he says whatever you wanna do for a date he’s down, as long as it’s not too too expensive.

- Bro is taking you to pound town. Or if you’d rather take him to pound town he’s okay with that too. Those were his exact words, while he didn’t/doesn’t do anything extravagant for Valentine’s he is definitely down for some Valentine’s sex. It’s nothing specifically Valentine’s exclusive but he does want to do it for the literal holiday of love.

Biograft:

- Similarly to Christmas he has the dictionary definition of the holiday but it doesn’t know much outside of that. But similarly to everything else he would love you to explain the tradition to him more, especially in your own words and opinions. Since it doesnt really grasp the concept of gift giving you don’t have to give him anything and it might not get your anything, obviously if you wanna give him something he’s not going to say no. And if you tell it that you want something special he’ll get it for you.

- Apologies I don’t do NSFW Biograft stuff.

Katana:

- He would unironically call it a corporate holiday, he’s that kinda guy. He is absolutely not against celebrating it he just doesn’t understand why such a big deal is made out of this day in particular, especially since in his words ‘I love you everyday why do I have to show it to you today specifically?’ If you want to celebrate it he’ll get you something small, and take you out on a date, somewhere secluded though since he doesn’t want to deal with the big crowds of Valentine’s day.

- He doesn’t care either way, it’s up to you honestly, since he doesn’t care much for Valentine’s it’s not anything he specifically wants to do. He will though he has no problem with it.

Ban Hammer:

- Gets you the most big obnoxious gift possible, especially just to embarrass you. Like big ass teddy bear and a big bouquet. He’s a dork but he’s your dork. Unfortunately he probably has to work for some amount of time because criminals don’t care that it’s Valentine’s so oh well you suppose. To make it up to you he takes you out to a really really nice restaurant, no reservations, he’ll just use his power of being the warden to get them to give you two a table. And dinners on him get whatever you want, he’s got the bux for it.

- Oh absolutely, he could barely contain himself during dinner, while nothing unique about it he just wants to since it’s Valentine’s and he wants to ‘show his love for you’ (like he hasn’t already.)

Rocket:

- He gets you something obnoxious as well, big stuffed animal but not specifically a Valentine’s themed stuffed animal just a big one, maybe a shark or axolotl, who knows. You spend the day together at his place, lounging around, watching shows, making meals together, even if he’s a hazard to any kitchen he enters. It’s sweet and he’s very cuddly and clingy, more so than usual. Might get you a card, if anything it’s homemade and actually really nice, he hates saying sappy stuff but he can put up with writing it down.

- You’re at his place all day, probably spending the night. What do you think? 100% dude, it doesn’t even have to be exclusively at night or even in the evening, you’re there all day he might wanna when you’re both just chilling on the couch watching TV.

Slingshot:

- One of the busiest days possible for his cafe, so you probably won’t be able to see him that day, you celebrate on a neighboring day. He bakes you a pastry you really like specifically customized to be Valentine’s themed, hearts and pink and red type of thing. Gives them to you in a heart shaped box to top it all off. As for what you do when you do celebrate I think he’d take you on a picnic, makes all the food, especially homemade bread to make sandwiches with and obviously pastries galore. Somewhere sunny and green.

- Yeah, he wants to say I love you in as many ways as possible, one of those being making love to you. He might make a special pastry to get you both in the mood if you catch my drift, he tells you about it though it’s nothing you don’t know about.

Hyperlaser:

- He’s got work basically everyday, that includes Valentine’s day. He also doesn’t see much of a point to it, he thinks it’s over the top and pointless. He’s alright if you want to do something but he doesn’t really want to, and doesn’t plan anything, and unless you specifically ask he doesn’t get you something. He’s not that much of the romantic type, like a at all. Sorry you knew what you were in for when dating him.

- Doesn’t particularly want to, he’s not a low libido so it’s only if you really want to. It’s not that he doesn’t want to specifically he just doesn’t have much desire to.

Shuriken:

- Again one of the busiest days for the cafe, he doesn’t have much of a chance to see you. So similarly to Slingshot he instead ops to celebrate on a different day. He doesn’t really care what you do as long as you spend the day together, and he has some way to show off, he’s a bit dumb but he wants to impress you as much as possible. Gets you something Slingshot baked, probably pesters him into making you something specific.

- Again only if you want to, he could but he’s not specifically wanting to. Not to say he’s against it but after work tires him out he doesn’t have that much energy to get freaky with.

Scythe:

- She is going to make it a day to remember that’s for sure. Robs the nicest bar she can find for the nicest alcohol one can steal. Takes you on a fancy ass date, probably held the place at gun point to get in without reservations but it’s Scythe what else do you expect from her? Gets you an expensive gift to top it off, she’s got expensive tastes what can she say? Also don’t worry if you can’t get her something, she is absolutely alright being gifted something else.

- Once you get home from the dinner there is fucking rose petals making a trail to the bedroom, and oh my gods if she’s rough or intense normally crank that up to fucking 13. Bed is covered in rose petals but there’s only a 60% chance you make it to the bed before she fucking jumps you. Again if you didn’t get her anything she says seeing your blissed out almost passed out face more then makes up for it, it was the part she was most looking forwards to. Hope you didn’t have plans for the day after, she is not holding anything back.

Medkit:

- On the complete opposite side of the coin he makes no big deal out of it. While he doesn’t do nothing per se it’s nowhere near fancy or extravagant. Scythe might make him work too, so he’ll probably just take you out for a nice-ish dinner. Gets you something small but meaningful, no card or flowers, he writes enough for the cult- I mean church, and he thinks flowers as a gift is pointless, they wilt and die rather quickly so why bother?

- He’s tired but if anything does any up happening it’s very slow and sensual, he normally is but he wants it to be especially so for the day of love. It’s definitely making love rather than just having sex and definitely not pure fucking.

Boombox:

- Bro 100% writes you a personalized love song, he probably doesn’t even release it it’s for you and you only, not for anyone else. He also gets you your favorite candy, a big bag of it.

(sorry these are probably getting shorter ive been up since 5:30 for my flight. i’m about to pass the fuck out)

- Yeah, he wants to for sure. Probably does something cheesy with it though, rose in his teeth on the bed, he then bursts out laughing and ruins any mood he was trying to set. But oh well you still do it and it’s nice. He’s always pretty sweet in bed and especially so with it being Valentine’s.

Subspace:

- Doesn’t have the day off since holidays aren’t big in Blackrock, but he’ll do stuff before and after he leaves. He orders takeout from your favorite breakfast place to have together before he leaves. When he gets back he gives you your gift, what does he get you? Sorry no clue again i’m about to pass out. Oh well it’s nice and nothing obnoxious or something you’ll never use, it’s practical but nice and sweet.

- Probably, as long as it’s not a bad pain day for his rot, if it is he’s huffy and puffy because he wants to have sex but his condition is getting in the way. Just kiss him repeatedly and he’ll melt and will stop complaining. If you do though he will be more intense with it then usual, not that hes normally gentle by any means, but he was probably pent up during work thinking about it so he’s basically pouncing on you as soon as he returns home, whenever that is.

Vinestaff:

- Once again, cafe is busy as hell so you’ll celebrate on a different day. She gets you a vase of beautiful flowers she grew herself, she grew and cared for them for weeks in preparation, taking even better care of them than usual. And that’s saying something considering it’s Vinestaff. You go out for brunch somewhere not fancy but definitely nice and maybe a tad pricey but it’s alright. Also she gives you, so so, many kisses all day, you’re going to be scrubbing off lipstick for like 5 minutes straight. Not that you’re complaining.

- I sound like a broken record but if you want to she’s absolutely down, but isn’t specifically looking forward to it, she could take it or leave it.

Coil:

- Gifts you something really nice he stole from a Blackrock noble, and a thing of assorted chocolates. He’s more boastful then usual but you know it’s because he loves you and wants compliments from you in return, he absolutely compliments you as well don’t get it confused, he just is also being more self complimentary then normal. Definitely doesn’t do a card, loving words are not his forte but oh well.

- Oh without a doubt you’re fucking on Valentine’s. Doesn’t even have to be at night he’s raring to go anywhere you happen to be, and do not expect him to be sweet and gentle during it, he is the hellhound he’s going at it like an animal. But he’s super sweet and caring afterwards don’t worry.

im so fucking tired i’m going to post this and then hopefully pass out, i also kinda need to pee but the seatbelt sign is on </3 , anyways happy valentine’s everyone have a great day and hope you enjoyed!

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batarangaroo · 4 hours ago

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Punishment ideas

(From my daddy and from least to most embarrassing, as rated by me)

Rating scale: 1-2 sound like fun, 3-4 sound fun and blushy, 5-6 are embarrassing but doable, 7-8 are deffffinitely punishments, 9-10 are incredibly humiliating

Drinking water and holding game in public

1/10 - defffffinitely want to try this. Though I’ll regret it as soon as I really have to pee like I always do.

Panties under diaper

2/10 - hehehe it kinda sounds fun, I wanna try! Daddy says because of that it’s not punishment enough though

Daddy wets Roo’s diaper while she has it on

3/10 - So I don’t know if I’d like it, and I know for sure it would be embarrassing and a good punishment and make me feel super little… but I like the idea.

Forced baby time (Roo is sat down at the TV and has to watch baby shows for a few hours and then get put down for a nap)

3/10 - the shows would be sooooo boring (which I guess is the point) but I love when Daddy forces me to nap even if I don’t wanna. I always feel better after.

Carseat (or sitting in the backseat)

4/10 - anything with a harness I’m really into, so this is no different. But I’d hate being in the backseat away from my daddy. I’d be so sad.

Forced bedwetting

4/10 - I put up a huge fuss about this last time, but honestly… I kinda liked it🫠

BUT I don’t like having to do laundry because I have to wash my waterproof mattress cover in front of my roommates and it’s crinkly🥺

Take a picture of Roo’s wet diaper and post it to Tumblr to embarrass her. Or send it to some abdl friends ;)

4.5/10 - This is really super embarrassing, but I kinda also like my daddy showing me off… especially to abdl friends

Write a Tumblr post about you did wrong and read it out loud to Daddy

5/10 - the writing is fun, but the reading aloud is so freaking blushy! Especially when I have to say it really quiet cuz my roommates are home

Really girly outfit (pink and purple)

5/10 - 😳 it’s not my viiiibe, it’s too babyishhhhh

Spankings?

5/10 - I don’t like leaving marks from spanking or too hard or using any instruments other than your hand. But you putting me over your lap would be embarrassing and I’d learn my lesson.

Locking mittens for a day

6/10 - it’s so vulnerable🥺 I like it but asking Daddy for literally everything would be hard for me

Nighttime diapers in public

6/10 - fuck, Daddy, they’re so hard to disguise :(

Roo has to bring a big bag full of her diapers and diaper supplies to class or around her friends

6/10 - Roo doesn’t have to do that, fuck! No! What if they look?!

Kids menu at a restaurant

6/10 - IN-PERSON?! YOU’D ASK FOR ONE FOR ME? AGHHHHHHHH

Locking diaper cover, where she has to be in it until she soaks her pants

6/10 - and it might be higher. Till I soak my PANTS?????? Fuck.

Baby talk only for a day (no words, only baby babbling)

6/10 - this is also so vulnerable, I have to rely on my daddy for everything! It’s good practice I guess but soooooo embarrassing and little and agh

Daddy feeds her baby food for a day

7/10 - grossssssssss ew I don’t wanna... I like the idea of Daddy feeding me, though.

Make her wet her pants in class or a public place (enough to leave a wet spot but not a puddle… if she can control it)

7/10 - um what if I can’t stop🥺

Cloth diapers and plastic pants

7/10 - sounds a little like a sensory nightmare and beyond embarrassing looking

Using a training potty for a day

7/10 - the whole day? I don’t even wanna use it at all!!

Child harness or leash

7/10 - still a good level of embarrassment, but sooooooo demeaning and little. Definitely only in the house. This is on the level of light puppy play for me.

Make her leave a babyish item where here roommates could see it (baby powder, wipes, diaper rash cream, etc.)

4/10 for baby powder or wipes, because those are explainable, BUT

7/10 for DIAPER CREAM BECAUSE OH MY GOD NO

Making her wear a crop top and baggy pants (that might show her diaper in public)

8/10 - THAT IS SO MEAN HOW DARE YOU. I don’t want people to see my crinkly waistband🥺

Embarrassing items (buying her a diaper genie, changing mat, rattles or baby toys, like little blocks, chew toys, things like that).

8/10 for the diaper genie, FUCKing no! How do I explain it? No!

2/10 for the others, those sound like fun and I love stuff I can put in my mouth. Not a rattle, though, that’s embarrassing

Many many double/quadruple diapers in public

9/10 - Absolutely the fuck not! Jesus christ! Waddling in public????????? You’re gonna let everyone know I’m in diapers

Messy diaper

9/10 - UGH ACK NOOOO that’s so embarrassing no no no

Pooping with daddy present in the bathroom

9/10 - Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no! What the heck! I can’t even think about this

Diaper enema on changing table (or suppository)

10/10 - Hey! Fucking no! Nope. How do I look at you ever again? What the heck?

Babysitter with abdl Mommy

11/10 - WHAT THE HECK. Nooooooooooooo, just my daddy can see me🥺 Down the road I might be more okay with this, but that would be so humiliating

#ab/dl #diaper training #diaper dependence #diaper wetting #bed wetter #bed wetting #little roo adventures #babygirl #ab/dl punishments #diaper discipline

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daisy-01-blog · 2 days ago

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Manwhore! (Smau Slutty! Gojo x fem! Reader) University AU Pt 5.

Pt 4 is here

A/N: this isn't the last part!!

If there’s something that Gojo regretted, is that he ever met that crazy woman.

They have the same hair color, so it becomes what connects them by talking about it. She was such a sweet person. He should’ve known her smile was too weird.

He grits his teeth as he rushes to the place.

***

“You’re sick!” you said to her in anger.

She scoffs “I already know, tell me something I don’t know”

“Gojo wouldn’t want to be with a crazy person like you”

She grew a vein “now-”

The door opens revealing Gojo, panting-he was running.

“How did you know the place?” you asked him.

“Doesn’t matter” he said “let her go now”

She cackled “there’s only one way” she mutters “choose”

“What?” he said

“There’s a gun here-”

Without hesitation he points it at her.

“So you choose her, huh?” she said

“Yeah no shit” you said

She sighed “fine, just kill me”

“This pistol is empty isn’t it?” he said “you planned to kill both of us since the start”

“You psycho!” you said

“Yes I-”

You kick her leg as she fell down

“That was embarrassing lol” you said. Gojo rushes to save you as you and him run-that crazy bitch was soon caught by the police. Gojo decided to call the police.

“Has she attempted any of this with your ex?” you asked Gojo

“No” he said “I didn’t have anyone except you”

“Is that supposed to make me flattered?” you said to him “I’m hungry, let’s get KFC”

“Let’s choose another place” he said “I don’t know why but KFC make me sad”

“Weirdo, but sure”

***

You guys get some burgers, your legs are still shaking from fear-and Gojo can see it.

“I’m so-”

“Did she haunt you?” you mutter to him “make your life a living hell?”

He looks down “yeah” he said quietly, he hasn’t been able to sleep ever since then. He changed phones but nothing seemed to work.

Not to mention she’s gaslighting him, everytime he wants to call the police she told him about her dead father, or the fact that no one would believe him.

“(Y/N), I-”

“No” you said

“...I haven’t even said anything,” he mutters quietly.

You sighed “I know what you’re going to say” you mutter “but you’re not ready”

“I like you,” he said.

“I like you too” you mutter “but you’re not ready for something like this. She ruins your life, and I didn’t want to add more”

“So you’re saying I should seek therapy”

“I should too” you joke (or do you) “it’s your choice, all I’m saying is you need time”

He nods “well, I can still ogle you-”

You throw your shoes at his face.

“We literally haven’t done any of our assignment”

“Shit, you’re right”

Taglist: @s4ikooo1 @merciless-perseus66 @ayumigotabittoolonely @tenthmilo

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk smau #jjk x reader

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bvrnesher · 13 hours ago

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Hi! I hope you day is going well, could you do headcanons for Leo Valdez? Like, if he was Spider-Man and he had a crush on the reader please?

sure thing, babe!

SPIDER-MAN ! LEO VALDEZ

cw: none.

ㅤ୨ৎㅤ🌙ㅤ˳ 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 ! 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

﹙𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! ﹚ꪆ

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔?

Leo Valdez as spider-man would be chaotic. Chaotic Neighborhood Hero – If anyone thought normal Spider-Man was chaotic, they clearly haven’t seen Leo in action. He’s web-swinging upside down, making fire-powered aerial flips, and cracking way too many jokes mid-fight. Villains either get mad or give up from sheer frustration.

Leo Valdez who Flirts While Crime-Fighting – If you happen to be around when he’s in costume, he’s ten times more dramatic.

“Don’t worry, citizen! Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man has got this.”

“I know I look cool right now, but please, try not to fall for me.” (He totally hopes you do fall for him.)

Leo Valdez is like... Leo vs. His Own Secret Identity – He wants to tell you he’s Spider-Man, but also, he definitely wants to impress you as himself, too.

He’ll do stuff like accidentally mention something Spider-Man did, then awkwardly try to cover it up.

“Oh yeah, Spidey totally took down three guys in an alley yesterday—uh, I mean, I heard about that. From a...news thing. Haha.”

Leo Valdez who swings past your window every single night, even when he has no reason to be there. He’ll make up some excuse like “Just doing my patrol!” but he’s really just hoping to see you.

Leo Valdez who saves you once and is so smug about it.

“No need to thank me, mi amor—wait, actually, do thank me. Maybe with a kiss?”

Leo Valdez who panics every time you mention thinking Spider-Man is cool. Like, “Cool how? Cool in a ‘wow, I wanna date him’ way? Or cool in a ‘he’s a neat guy’ way?” Please clarify. It’s for science.

Leo Valdez who tries to act smooth around you but trips over his own webbing. One second, he’s flirting. The next, he’s flat on the ground, groaning. “You saw nothing.”

Leo Valdez who builds his own web-shooters and casually adds a mini flamethrower just because he can.

Leo Valdez who absolutely shows off whenever you’re around. Swings upside down, does unnecessary flips, probably almost crashes into a building because he’s too busy flirting with you mid-swing.

Leo Valdez who “casually” webs your hand so you have to hold his, and when you call him out, he just grins, “Oops. Guess we’re stuck like this forever.”

Leo Valdez who leaves you dumb, flirty notes written in webbing. You wake up to see “Good morning, beautiful ;)” webbed to your wall, and you have no proof it was him.

Leo Valdez who gets jealous of… himself. If you mention Spider-Man is cool, he plays it off like “Yeah, I mean, he’s alright.” Meanwhile, he’s internally screaming because yes, he is Spider-Man, but you don’t know that and it’s killing him.

Leo Valdez who literally forgets how to speak when you kiss him while he’s still in the mask.

His brain just short-circuits. Stands there, completely frozen, before finally stammering, “…Uh. Can you do that again?”

Leo Valdez and superhero Dates (Without You Knowing) – Since he’s not technically allowed to tell you, he still finds ways to protect and impress you as Spider-Man.

Walks you home while swinging overhead, just to make sure you’re safe.

If it’s raining, he accidentally webs an umbrella to you from above.

You keep getting “lucky” when bad guys show up, because Spidey just so happens to be nearby every time.

Leo Valdez who saves little bits of web fluid so he can make you cute, tiny web sculptures. (They don’t last forever, but he makes you new ones all the time—little hearts, flowers, or tiny robots just for you.)

Leo Valdez who literally melts when you tell him you already knew.

(“WAIT, YOU KNEW?! AND YOU LET ME EMBARRASS MYSELF FOR MONTHS?!”)

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒔.

#bvrnesher #‧₊˚✧ s. posting !#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #riordanverse x reader #pjo x reader #pjo series #hoo #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #spiderman #headcanon #pjo headcanon #pjo hephaestus

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zyonicorn · 2 days ago

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Click to Start Chatting

Many months ago, I met my girlfriend through an app called “V-loop”. It was an app for meeting new people, and there was a function for you to follow people you liked and chat with them, though the requirement was that the other person had to follow you too.

The first time I saw her profile, I was hesitating if I should follow her or not, but she's literally my type. “Let’s just give it a try.” I stared at the “@_zyozyo/ 106 followers/ 5 following” for a few seconds, then clicked “follow” eventually.

I don't even know if she liked girls, all I knew was her name, Jihyo, which kept lingering in my mind. She was so gorgeous, every picture seemed like a piece of art, that I didn't even deserve to savor.

“Click to start chatting”

It was my third time checking the chat session in an hour, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the line, indicating she followed me back.

“Hey there! Are you y/n?”

Yes! Nice to meet you 🫣

“Why’d you follow me?”

Cuz you look easy to get along with :)

“I see.. You’re cute”

Her direct expression made you don't know how to answer for a moment.

Thanks..?

The chat continued. The two of you started to share about your daily lives, people you've met, what you had for lunch. In just a week, you got closer to Jihyo that she told you about her work, stress, and some personal matters.

“Y/n.. I'm pretty frustrated lately.”

What’s wrong??

Everything sounded normal, just like how you usually chat with her.

“I don't know if I should tell you but..”

“What I meant by ‘frustrated’ is sexually.”

Oh um, but why are you telling me about this?

“I want you to solve it for me.”

Though you were really, really shocked by her straightforward words, you still replied right away, just to hide the fact that you were panicking, staring at the screen while your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

I mean, why me? We met online and you’ll never know who I actually am.

There are many scams nowadays, and despite being shocked, you’re also worried about Jihyo.

“Cuz I know I can trust you. I have my reasons, just say yes or no.”

“Of course, I won't force you if you don't want to, it's my personal problem after all.”

She’s so thoughtful, that your heart pounds faster for her again.

Well, sure I can help you. But it's not as easy as it’s said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll book a hotel room and send you the address. All you have to do is go there and help me out.”

She sent you a link right away, booked tomorrow, a whole day. She doesn't sound nervous or embarrassed anymore, unlike you, who still not believe your type asked you out, for sex.

That night you barely slept, the only 3 hours of sleep, you had a dirty dream about Jihyo. You woke up at 6, found your underwear wet. “What the fuck…” you breathe out, without thinking much, you change quickly and have a shower.

The time she suggested was 8, at a cafe near the hotel, so the two of you can have a small chat and get to know each other.

“I’m over here, Jihyo-ssi!” you waved while tipping your toes, trying to maintain your smile and not faint from the beauty of the woman approaching in baggy jeans and a white ruffled top.

“Hey there!! Oh…” she suddenly stopped talking, looking up and down at you. You thought you looked messy, or maybe disappointing her because you looked different from the picture, so you quickly fixed your posture and pulled your shirt straight.

“What’s the matter?” you hesitated before asking, the woman’s bright confident expression seemed to soften a little. She looked back into your eyes and smiled kindly, your face exposing your nervousness. “Nothing, but you’re even cuter than I thought” she calmly said.

You blushed at her words, which Jihyo noticed right away. She smiled even more that it pushed her cheeks up perfectly.

“Alright, let’s go in.” her arm wrapped around your shoulder, while you blushed even harder from her warm touch. She helped you with your chair, then sat at your opposite. Looking at you, she asked “Do you want to drink something?” though you had mentally prepared for what would happen today already, you’re still shy about being in front of Jihyo.

“N-no, thanks. I’ve had my breakfast,” you responded. “Okay. Our check-in is at 9, so why don't we have a small talk first?” she started the topic. The chat between you two sounded just like how you chatted online. Her friendly tone eased your anxiety.

The chat went well, she started to brush your leg with her shoes. Leaning closer to you across the table, she asked, “Why don't we head off to the hotel now? It’s almost time.” her smirk showed her excitement.

“Sure” You got up as she held your hand, like a normal couple, though you were too timid to hold her back until her fingers crossed yours.

On your 5 minutes way to the hotel, you started the conversation. “Don’t get me wrong but, have you done this many times before?” you asked after hesitating.

“Done what?” “Like- having sex with people you met online?” you asked, though it’s hard to say it out loud. “Oh honey, what makes you think that?” she looked surprised for a moment, but fixed her expression quickly. “I-I mean, you’re all calm from the start, I wonder if you’re experienced,” you explained yourself.

“I did have sex before, with my ex-boyfriend. But he never satisfied me. We broke up and I'm feeling empty. So I wanted to try it with a woman, then you showed up.” she said. You were kind of confused, are you that extraordinary? You never found yourself attractive. That's what you asked Jihyo, she replied, “You’re kind and caring. Have some confidence in yourself! I found it really comfortable to be with you.”

That's almost a confession, you thought. Maybe confidence is what you lack. The two of you stepped into the hotel hall. It was big and the atmosphere was peaceful. The receptionist handed Jihyo the key as she took care of everything.

There’s a big window in the room, with a large bed for two. The fact that you’re having sex with this beautiful woman hit you suddenly. Your heart pounded faster and faster, you tried to hide your blush while bending over to take off your shoes. Jihyo was faster than you, she put her bag aside and sat on the edge of the bed.

She pats her side, signaling you to sit there. The bed was soft and clean, the sheet felt cold like your hands. “So.. Do you want to start?” “S-sure” you answered, but you have no idea how to do it.

She smirked and leaned closer, her face hovering above yours. “Maybe I’ll begin first,” she whispered and tilted her head so she could kiss your lips. The first kiss was soft, like testing the water. You closed your eyes, feeling her moist lip on yours, slowly opening your mouth and her tongue slipped in smoothly. It was as hot as you imagined, your hands reached for her shirt to pull her closer. She smiled at your eagerness, as you get turned on more and more.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, along with the sound you and Jihyo’s mouths made. You sneaked your hand down to Jihyo’s crotch, another to her tit. Feeling the temperature passing through the clothes, unlike your cold hands, she seems to be hot.

“Can you take the lead?” she noticed that you relaxed a bit, then asked softly while pulling away. “So we’re starting right now?” you smirked. You've thought of pushing her into the bed directly, but you know it’s polite and necessary to ask, you’re the one pleasuring her today, anyway.

“Sure, if you can,” she said and pulled you into a kiss, more passionate than before. Her soft whimpers are leading you to release your need, you press her into the bed, straddling her while kissing. “Take those off,” you said. She pulled her shirt and blouse, and you took off her jeans, leaving her underwear on.

You gasped from seeing her boobs spring free, they’re bigger than they looked like when she was wearing her bra and the shirt. “How do you want me to please you?” you asked while drawing slow circles on her abs.

“Suck on my tits and finger me, I know you want it,” she smiled in anticipation, while you were still not moving your gaze away from her breasts.

You leaned down and grabbed her tits with both hands, though you couldn't fully hold on them. Enveloping one of her nipples with your lips, she felt your hot breath fanning her skin and your cold hands at the same time, feeling the sensation while giving out soft whines.

She guides one of your hands to her abs, then underwear. You pressed into her clit through the fabric softly, making Jihyo moan even louder.

You moved to the side of her and sat up, playing with her chest with one hand and another rubbing her clothes clit.

“You’re dripping,” you smirked and circled even faster, brushing her slit occasionally. “For you, love” her voice unsteady. Love? She just called me love? That name is melting you on the inside, but you have to act calm.

“Can I take it off?” you asked while reaching for the strap of her underwear. She immediately nodded. It was a white normal underwear, matching her bra.

A string of juice connected the cloth and her pussy, you didn't expect she would be this “juicy”. You cut the string with your finger and playfully licked it. She looked at you staring at her pussy, “Taste it” her voice was soft, you didn't catch what she was saying- or rather you would say, you didn't believe what she was saying.

“Sorry?” you asked her to repeat. She said again, “Eat me.” This time you made sure you didn't hear her wrong. You’ve never licked a pussy, you don’t know how to make Jihyo comfortable with your mouth.

“Tell me if it hurts,” you still asked just in case. She nodded and closed her eyes, “don’t push yourself too much just because of me, love” she said. You took off your clothing, naked while your face hovered on Jihyo’s pussy. She was being so thoughtful, to be honest, just by chatting with her, you thought she would use you like a sex toy. But turns out she cares about your feelings too.

You lapped your hot tongue onto her clit, feeling your saliva dropping from the roof of your mouth. Jihyo curled her legs and let out a whimper. “Just go for it, baby. I can’t wait” She sounded weak, almost begging you. And of course, you would obey this perfect woman.

You sucked her clit and folds into your mouth, her juice covering your lips. Jihyo’s mouth fell open, she gasped and exhaled heavily under your touch. She’s so sensitive that you wanted to tease her. You flicked your tongue on her clit and fanned your breath on her pussy.

“S-suck me just like how you did..” she spoke up and her fist clenched onto the hotel’s bed sheet.

You remember you’re here to satisfy Jihyo, so you decided to stop teasing her. You took her clit into your mouth, saliva mixed with her juice. It’s something you’ve never tasted before, tastier than anything else.

It’s time, you thought. Putting your tongue into her cunt, it was moist and warm. Her tight wall clenched, although your jaw was sore, you didn’t stop. You started to bob your your head, paying attention to Jihyo’s breathing.

“Hmph-” her noises sharp but short, legs bending uncontrollably. Her back started to arch, she held your head and tried to fuck your face. You kept yourself in place and licked her sweet spot, her moans getting denser and denser.

Her juice squeezed onto your face, some dropped into the sheet below. Her eyelid was half closed, she panted heavily.

You lay next to her, she hugged you and kissed your lips eagerly. You thought she would need some rest, but it was the complete opposite. You looked up, “what’s next?”

She stared into your eyes, lust and desire filled her gaze.

“Now let mommy treat you nice and well, as the payback for the wonderful work you’ve just done.”

Mommy? What does she mean? Your brain did not really register her words. But that doesn’t matter, she flipped you so now you’re on your stomach. Your juice oozed out from hearing her moans just now, making your crotch a mess.

She leaned onto you, her hot wet pussy right under your ass cheek. You felt Jihyo’s chest pressed onto your back as her hand moved slowly from your upper back to your ass, then your wet needy cunt, the trail of touch her fingertip left giving you a chill in your spine.

She rubbed your clit and folds forcefully, teasing around the entrance. Her delicate touches don't feel like it’s her first time with a woman. She knows everything you need, every bit of skin is caressed.

Her hand moved around your stomach and went under it, giving her a better angle to touch your pussy. It went between the bed and your skin, hot and moist, you don’t know if it’s her sweat or your slick.

She started to circle your clit ruthlessly, your muffled moans covered by the pillow that you buried your face in. You felt Jihyo starting to grind her pussy on the back of your thigh, slick coating your skin as pleasure builds in your body.

Her bare pussy grinding on your leg, she rocked her hips with desire, while working on your clit with her fingers. “Oh god you sound so good” she moans and praises every sound you make. Pressing your head into the pillow even more, you felt the suffocation. Mind blank, only the knot in your stomach slowly unraveling, and tied tight again every time she slow down to tease.

Your head spins and cunt clenches as she circle her fingers. She noticed your moans and softened to tease. “L-let me cum-” You raised your head, didn't notice the tears on your face. Sweat stuck your hair on your face, making you look messy.

“Call me mommy” she commanded. Maybe it’s her “kink”, you obeyed her immediately. “M-mommy please” you breathed out.

She sped up her fingers, the sound of wetness sent to your ears. You felt like you were almost blacking out.

The knot in your core seems to be releasing, slowly consuming the little sanity left in your mind. Your feet clasped Jihyo’s hand in between, your moans becoming denser, you felt like someone was holding onto your lungs, not letting you breathe. Jihyo’s voice was right next to your ear, your back arching up from time to time as you felt Jihyo speeding up on your thigh. “Fuck” you heard her faintly breathe out. She sounds angelic, you would love to keep fucking her just to hear her again.

“Hmph-!!” you squeezed your eyes shut, almost crying out of pleasure. The organisms washed through your body completely, Jihyo’s juice coated your thigh, she hugged you tight and continued to draw circles on your clit, until you have fully ridden out your climax.

She took her hand out, dripping with your water. You couldn't move at all, mind blank, vision blurred. The bed sheet was all wet, you felt Jihyo’s honey going down your flesh. You uncontrollably shivered, slick still slowly flowing out of your cunt.

In Jihyo’s eyes, your face is washed red, cum dripping, hair stuck onto your face because of your sweat and tears, your mouth slightly opened, heavily breathing, while you shivered hard.

Jihyo sucked the slick on her fingers, and cleaned you up with her mouth. You felt her tongue going from your thigh to your dripping pussy. She sucked on it a few times, you felt your sensitive cunt go through some tiny organisms as she licked you up.

She flipped you over, looking at you from above with a big smile on her face. “Messy” She kissed you as you pulled her into your body. Your words were still shaky, “I’ve never had such great sex ever” “I think I might be addicted.”

She sat up and put her head onto her thigh, you’re now lying as Jihyo strokes your hair softly. “Then we should do this often.” She looked at you and said. You smiled, if you do this often, you think you might be ‘used up’ one day.

“Rest for a while. I’ll help you with the shower later.”

You fell asleep. She softly said to your ears, “Thank you.”

Pretty much rushed, I’m not satisfied with this fic but I don't want to keep you guys waiting :( sry for the low quality and the long waitttt

#jihyo smut #jihyo imagines #lesbian #twice imagines #twice smut #gxg smut #jihyo x fem reader #jihyo x reader #gxg fluff #smut #kpop smut

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A/N: It’s been so long since I invested time in a fic it’s kinda crazy

<<<part two

Your eyes felt heavy, wanting to keep them shut and never open them again. And the warmth that surrounded your body made it worse making you snuggle into it more. But as you laid there you started to recall the last few moments you were standing. Eyes snapping wide open you propped yourself up looking around the room still dazed. It was obvious that it was a guy’s room by the posters, and the general vibe of it.

“Oh you’re awake!” You see a kind looking woman at the doorway holding a fresh new towel, and some patches in her hand. She kinda looks like?

“Are you Mark’s mom?” You asked as she confirmed your question with a nod and a an exchange of names. She stood right next to you picking up the towel you never noticed on your head. “He brought you here since you didn’t want to go to Cecile. Also brought your phone!” She explained passing it you as you remember your desperate plea when you were writhing in bed. “I appreciate it a lot. I’m sorry if it was inconvenience.” You apologize which she shook her head at with a kind smile.

“It’s fine! You’re a friend of Marks, and I just wouldn’t leave you out there in pain.” She explained as a strong feeling entered your body. As you see her put away the towel and dip the new one in a bowl at his nightstand. Her actions feel familiar. Everything about her is familiar. “Have we met before?” She seemed confused by your question as she tried recalling if she ever saw your face.

“I don’t think so, I’m sure I would remember seeing a face like yours.” She chuckled making you give her smile in response as that itching feeling didn’t go away. You must’ve seen her somewhere. Maybe on Mark’s phone. It wasn’t there. Not wanting to give yourself a headache to the point where you can’t function you drop it. You look around the room trying to find the owner of the room which she noticed just as quickly. “He finally went to bed he was so worried about you that he stayed up all night.” She explained, feeling embarrassed she saw right through you just as quickly. “I just wanted to thank him. I don’t know what would’ve happened if I went on that date and knocked out.”

“A date?” She seemed shocked that you were about to go on one with your costume still on. As Mark’s recounting of the events that led up to you in pain isn’t matching up in her head. She’s wondering what her son got herself into. “You have a boyfriend?” She asked hoping that you’re more truthful than her son who seems smitten with you but too dense to realize. “Oh no no it was just a guy from class everyone is saying it was supposed to be a date but he didn’t exactly say it. But it kinda felt like it?” You rambled feeling unsure if maybe you were thinking about it way too much and it literally was just a coffee hangout between classmates. Not like you would know since you pulled the nvm card. You couldn’t help but feel guilty as you remember how awkward he seemed.

“It was probably a date sweetheart.” She said comfortingly throwing you deeper into a spiral, needing to come up with some type of excuse. Can’t be the basic oh I fell sick. Something where it doesn’t seem you actually hate the guy and wanted to ghost him just because. “We made you soup last night if you want to join me in breakfast.” Thinking about food already had your stomach eating itself. Thanking her you stood up from his bed, feeling light headed almost immediately. Seeing your shaky figure she grabbed your arm helping you to stabilize yourself as her warmth felt different to Mark’s. “I can see where Mark gets his kindness from.” You were just pointing out the obvious but Debbie felt stunned at the recognition. She was proud of how she raised Mark, who he became. But no one gave her credit not that she wanted it. But it was a nice feeling.

“You didn’t wake me up?”

“Oh my God!” You had turned hearing Mark’s voice but as you see him shirtless with some boxers you let out an embarrassed gasp. “Mark! Put on some clothes we have a guest.” You hear Debbie reprimand him as he complained stuttering out sorry as he flew into his room. “I swear…” Even though she acted annoyed you can see the care in her eyes that she has for Mark. She led you to their dining table even though you tried offering help in setting up the table and helping to serve. “Don’t you dare. Sit down and relax you’re a guest here.” Giving you a playful glare you decided to not push the rules and sat down. Feeling extremely uncomfortable that you aren’t helping but Debbie had a pleasant smile on her face. “Did you guys start without me?” Mark had come rushing down with actual clothes but as the reminder of his practically naked self in the hallway, you couldn’t say anything.

“Not yet, give this to Y/N.” Debbie ordered making Mark place it in front of you, asking you a million questions if everything is alright.

If you were cold, if your neck is ok, is your head ok, if you needed anything else, if you were tired, it seemed like Debbie noticed how overwhelmed you started to feel.

“Hurry up and eat. You don’t want to be late to class.” Debbie chastised Mark who grumpily took a spoonful of the soup keeping him quiet. As you quietly ate your food you just examined the two’s interactions. They were lovely.

It didn’t hurt this time around as you recalled a memory that was so far from you. You were looking up as you saw a woman features similar to yours with a faux angry look pinching your cheeks lightly. She was saying something but you couldn’t recall. But you just know that the interaction had swelled something in your heart in a way you never thought you can experience.

“Are you ok?” You hadn’t realized but Mark had zeroed in on you. He saw your eyes become distant as you half-heartily pushed around the contents of the soup. He doesn’t like seeing you where you become so far away, it’s like whatever it is; is taking you away from him.

“Oh sorry um my memories are being weird.” You said taking another sip of the soup, never tasting one like this before. “Who made this?” Before Mark asked anything further in regards of your memories you wanted to know who made the soup totally not as a distraction. “I did! Mark tried helping but he kept on-.” Coughing loudly subsequently cutting off his mom. He gave her a look as she did back, where it practically became a match between the two. The winner being Mark as Debbie let out a tired sigh at his antics.

“Well I need to hurry up and go show a house. Mark make sure you’re not late, and Y/N you’re more than welcome to stay. If you have any questions you can text Mark?” She asked which you confirmed with a nod as you see her rush to grab her bag. Planting a kiss on Mark’s forehead which he happily smiled at, she waved you off shutting the door behind her. Glad she left you picked up your empty bowl heading over to the sink knowing she wouldn’t have let you otherwise. “W-what are you doing?” Mark quickly got up swooping in right in front of you, “I can take care of this just sit down.” They really are alike.

“Mark I can wash one dish.” You tiredly say which he stubbornly shook his head at. “Yeah no it’s not happening.” Groaning it felt like forever as you two bickered refusing to believe that they really need to uphold this rule of guests not needing to do anything.

“Fine! But you can’t stop me from drying.” Before he can anything you raise your finger towards his lips, signaling him to not even start. You see his cheeks redden making him turn away and turn on the faucet to get started. Happy that you get to help you pick up the drying rag waiting for the first dish. “You are so stubborn.” He chuckled as you smile at him proudly. You glanced at the clock noticing the creeping time, “Don’t you need to head out?” Worried that he was going to be late to his class with Amber. You see him tense up at the question as you think you already know the answer to it. “Mark?” You scold with a tone that parent will have with their child.

“I just need to make sure you’re good!” Mark said in high-pitched voice trying to defend his position, which barely helped it at all. “I am perfectly fine now! Go home, I’m probably going to head out anyways.” He didn’t want you to leave, he wasn’t even too sure if you were 100%. But he knows he doesn’t want to let you out of his sight. “What if we go somewhere?” He hurriedly said wanting to find any excuse for you two to be in close vicinity of one another.

“Going to do a rain check for that.” Both jumping at the sudden intrusion, you groaned seeing it was Cecile. “Don’t look too excited to see me. And also I see your suited up.” He says sarcastically and pointing out the obvious. But the obvious was just acknowledged by you. Fuck.

“I need you guys to patrol the city, I sent the Guardians somewhere else and well there’s no one else I trust.” A grey case appeared right by Cecile, pushing it towards you. “Looks like you need a change.” Thanking him silently you motioned upwards which Mark quickly allowed you to go as you hear Mark start to argue with Cecile no doubt about you.

——————

Holding onto him tightly, Mark was nice enough to not argue with you about joining. But to keep him sane he would carry you there, not want you to physically fight, and just be back-up. Your body not being at its best you knew better than to argue if you want to stay alive. For once not letting your pride dictate your moves. “Did you use my body wash?”

“Was I not supposed to-.”

“No no it’s ok! It’s not a bad thing.” He reassures not realizing that smelling the same scent as him on you would do something to him. “Do we have to be up in the air the entire time?” You ask not feeling comfortable if you’re going to be in the air the entire time. Your limbs bound to go stiff as you just continue to hold on tightly. “Let’s go here.” He started to fly towards the ground as you notice the pretty busy area. Making sure you’re aware of your surroundings you try keeping a circle around you permanent of gravity being pulled downwards. “Can we get two cones?” During your scanning you didn’t even realize you followed him to an ice-cream stand. “What do you like?”

The only distinct flavor you see was butter pecan catching your interest. “Really that one?” The judgement was obvious in his face as you see him choose a mint one. “Dude you actually like mint? Who in their right mind would choose that?” Mocking offense he grabbed the two cones from the man thanking him quickly, “You just want to hate just because. If you tried it without people whispering in your ear you’ll like it.” He actively defended making you think he defends his choice more than you think. Walking away Mark had reached out to give you your ice cream before it landed with a splat. Standing there you just stared down at your now melting ice cream seep into the floor sadly. “Why did you have your gravity thing up!”

“Someone would just apologize like a normal person! And I wanted to have an extra layer of protection!” You complained, looking back seeing you did walk a good distance away from the man. It just wasn’t worth it. “Just stay here for a sec.” Before he can fly off to quickly get you one you grabbed his sleeve, shaking your head. “It’s fine I feel bad already since the guy gave it to us free.”

“Here do you want to share?” He offered as you put down the barrier around you. Eyeing the ice cream cone you weren’t too keen on changing your opinion on the sweet treat. “Don’t tell me you’re being petty.” Seeing right through you he started to eat his ice cream teasing you every once in a while trying to seem uninterested. “Wow this is amazing!”

“I can’t believe you’re missing out on this!”

“This is the best thing I’ve ever had.”

“I swear if you don’t shut up.” You shove him away making him laugh loudly at your annoyance. Finding the furrow of your brow, and your scrunch of your face endearing. “Just give me a try.” You finally gave in making him grin from ear to ear. Tilting it towards you, you gave it a try, with a very biased mindset. And even if with that very opinionated mindset, you can’t help but internally know he was right. “You like it. You totally like it!” He confirmed with a smirk as you tried not smile at his cheer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You refuse to give him that satisfaction as he poked your cheek endearingly. Your sweet time was cut short as you both hear a yell in the distance. Snatching you up, shoving the ice cream onto your hands he sped off to where the noises were happening from. From a distance you see a burning building with many people running out of it, yelling and pushing. It was chaos as you see people fighting along the street, confused by the mayhem. He set you a good distance away, giving you a stern look, “Just provide back-up and take this.” Giving you an earpiece you quickly put it on not wanting to waste any time, “Just be safe ok.” He gave you a kind smile but he still didn’t want to leave you, looking between the chaos and you. Wanting to wrap this up quickly he gave you a quick encouraging squeeze, flying off towards the midst of the trouble. “Take care of the two to the left by the building.” It wasn’t that hard to know who he was talking about seeing two mutants causing more damage around the area than anybody else. Bringing out your hands you slowly closed them bringing both of them down practically instantly hearing them yell out in pain. Not capable of even lifting up their head Mark quickly knocked them out, “Good job just try keeping the civilians away from-.” The ground started to rumble, making everyone scream louder hindering your chances of finding who can even be causing this.

“Shit, get them out!” Your hands had instinctively moved towards the burning building who proceeded to start lean towards the others trying to take them out. Mark’s eyes followed your movements seeing what you were struggling with trying to usher people away, “Can you hold that for long?” Wincing your arms were shaking by the heavy weight that you tried keeping up not letting any fire fall onto the ground/people. “I really can’t! I can only buy you a couple minutes.” Needing just that you see Mark fly back and forth trying to get everyone out of the way, thankfully hearing the fire trucks in the distance. You heard a shout of pain to your side seeing Mark get sent flying to another building. What the?

“What’s happening?”

“Just stay focused there! It would be a bigger mess if you let the building fall wait for the fire-fighters.” You hear Mark groan in pain over the ear-piece worrying you even more. Trusting his words you tried focusing on the building that was crumbling underneath your grip. “Please my son is in there!” Faltering you stumble at the tug of your costume behind you. You see an older woman, with tears streaming down her face, as she pleaded with you. “He was getting everyone out and I can’t see him!” Scanning the building its fast-paced burning that son of hers had to have died already. If not burned then smoke most definitely getting to him. There was no point in even trying to get to him. “I’m sorry m’am but we need to get rid of the fire-.”

“No he’s going to die! Don’t let my boy die!” The fire-fighters finally got into gear as you gave them a nod to start their work as you feel your grip on the building weaken. The tugging at your outfit wasn’t helping as the woman was insistent making you feel horrible. What would be the point if you brought the woman back the corpse of her son. Would she even find solace? “Please I can’t leave him there alone.” Falling onto her knees, it seemed like her body was giving up on her as her sobs cut the air. “Dammit.”

“What’s going on over there?” You hear stuff breaking in the distance no doubt the fight still happening, whoever decided to join the fight last minute. “Just stay focus over there, I need to do something.”

“Y/N don’t do anything!” Ignoring his plea you carefully disconnected the woman’s hand from your clothes as you went up to the firefighters who were trying to contain the raging fire. “There’s someone in there I need to get quick, I can keep up the building for only so much more, so you guys need to contain this.”

“You can’t enter there it’s too dangerous now-.”

“I’m not arguing with you on this. Just do your job and keep the fire here.” It was risky. You trained with Mark not needing your hands to control the gravity pull around you but that’s where your power was focused majorly in. Only able to keep it with your mind for less than 4 minutes. You only had 2 minutes. Taking a deep breath you let your hands fall at your side and quickly flew in, hearing the building crumple around you, barely keeping it up with your mind, the mental toll already having it’s effect. “Anybody here!?” Keeping one hand up around you as the fire tried nicking at you down. There were too many rooms but he shouldn’t be in a room right? He was getting everyone out so maybe he tried making a beeline to the exit. Trying to find all the exits, you coughed letting your hand down not exerting all your energy into keep the building up around you. 2 minutes. “Where are you!” You hear Mark’s voice in your ear, sounding beaten and tired. Not wanting to expose the fact that you went against his word you kept quiet seeing a figure on the floor passed out.

Flying to the figure you crouch beside them, shaking them. A bad burn on their arms was what you immediately saw taking care in not touching them around there. “Wait.” Softly moving the hair out of their face you gasped recognizing the guy that’s on the floor. “Victor oh god!” The awkward guy that you had stood up was her son. Panicking you scooped him up in your arms, yelping as you feel the building start to collapse. Holding onto him tightly the entrance you had just come from was now blocked, the smoke getting too excessive as you coughed. The building has to fall if you want to do this. You hold onto him tighter gritting your teeth as you force a shield around you both. Flying directly towards the wall you wince as you hear the building crumble right behind you, causing shouts to fill the air. Breathing heavily you flew to one of the ambulances parked too far away, you went up to the EMTS. “You have to help him please!” You probably looked insane with hair singed, feeling as if your skin was burning off by the close proximity, the air feeling so sweet compared to the smoke. “I tried-.” You reasoned as you placed him on the bed as they quickly got to work. “It’s ok we got it from here.”

Your heart was being crazily as you glanced at the man’s face, he looked so at peace. But too quiet. “Save him please.” You don’t know why but you need him alive. You want him alive. You have no connection to that man but you want him to live. The feeling has you crushed, “Where are you guys going?” Telling you the hospital they urged you they had to go finally making you take a step back, seeing them drive off with sirens blaring.

“Where were you!” You hear Mark yell at you at a distance but your eyes were locked onto the ambulance that left your sight finally. Why were you feeling all these things? Why was it when you feel something it’s experience tenfold, as if you never experienced it. Turning around you can barely keep up with your appearance as you felt your shoulders shake, immediately held by Mark. “What happened? Are you ok? Are you hurt?” His once pissed tone washed away, taking a softer tone trying to look over your body if you were about to cry due to the pain. “It was Victor, I feel horrible, I almost left him there!” You said in a hushed tone feeling the tears prick your eyes, refusing to believe that you were about to leave him there. Mark unfortunately remembered the name seeing it when you had your phone turned on, but as he sees you in the brink of breaking down because of him he has to acknowledge maybe something might happen between you and your classmate. He has to accept it. “Go.”

“What?”

“Go wait for him to wake up. I’ll take care of the clean up around here.” Mark encouraged even though his smile no longer reached his eyes. You didn’t want to leave him, just one look at him and you see had to deal with more than you did. Bloodied, bruised, he had it all. “I can’t go. I can still help.” He shook his head as he motioned to the chaos behind you two. “It’s fine everyone is just shaken up. If anything can I expect you to be home?”

“Home?”

“Yeah sorry. Like at my house? Just for one night to make sure you’re good and you can head back to your dorm?” It was strange even though it sounded like question, it felt like he was pleading with you. You would’ve said no otherwise feeling as if you overstayed your welcome. Throwing your arms around his neck you feel him stiffen up, shocked by the sudden action. “Thank you so much! I’ll make it up to you later.” Casting him one last grateful look you flew towards the direction of the hospital not catching the pained expression that Mark had now adorned.

——————-

It felt weird as the roles were now reversed as you knocked on the window, startling Mark. It was already 2 in the morning. He opened the window letting you fly in, as he saw the stress all over your face, but you still had a content smile along with it. “I didn’t expect you to be awake still.” He didn’t want to admit that he was waiting up for you, scared that you got caught up in something along the way. He needed to know you were ok. And annoyed at the fact that you were seeing your potential future boyfriend. “Couldn’t sleep.” Ignoring his obviously annoyed tone you brought up the bag you were hiding behind your back. “What’s this?”

“I brought us some snacks! It’s somewhat a thank you. And I went inside this like comic store and I heard from Amber you like these type of things!” Handing him a stack of comics you found in the store, he was ready to thank you before he dropped them on his bed in disbelief. Yes they were comics he liked, editions he didn’t even have, signatures he never thought to get, the crisp condition, he’s scared how much you spent.

“How much was it?” You shrugged your shoulders as you poured out the snacks on his bed, wanting to get comfortable already. “Just used Cecile’s card.” A win is a win. Mark is just going to cherish the hell out of everything, and keep it away from Cecile’s sight. “I took a shower at the hospital but do you have anything I can wear?”

Tripping over his bedsheets making you giggle he found some clothes that don’t fit him anymore offering it to you. “If you’re not comfortable with th-.”

“It’s fine can you just turn around, I’m scared of going outside and waking up your mom.” It wasn’t weird. It wasn’t weird. He tried telling himself as he felt his cheeks redden up hearing you rustle your clothes, “I went to go see Amber.”

“Oh nice! How is she doing she must be confused that I wasn’t there.” You say thinking about how it must’ve looked from her view. You say you’re going to hangout with this new person and you proceed to not see your roommate the following night and day. “I had to stop her from calling the cops to file you as a missing person.” He chuckled as he remembered her panicky state swearing that she would do something to your date if she saw him on campus. “I just told her you had a last minute family thing.” Thanking him for the last minute save you plopped onto the bed next to him as his eyes raked over your body. Another you he hasn’t seen.

“I’m glad you guys are still going strong. She seems so much happier now that you guys have more time together.” Opening a bag of spicy chips you offered some to Mark who picked out the sour candy instead. “Yeah it’s just hard juggling between being a superhero, a boyfriend, a son, and a good friend.” He emphasized the last part making you chuckle but pity him simultaneously. “You’re an amazing friend Mark. Even if we have our differences you always came back.” You say gratefully placing a hand on his shoulder giving him a comforting squeeze.

“And it’s hard being a boyfriend because you just haven’t told Amber yet.” They’ve been fairly close at-least in Amber’s eyes but with Mark’s tone and general attitude when it’s brought up makes you question otherwise. “Do you not trust her?”

“No no I do trust her. I know she wouldn’t tell anyone it’s just-.” Taking a deep breath his eyes casted to the side, the internal fighting obvious on his face. “If I tell her she gets dragged into my world. The baggage that comes with me might make her think it’s not worth it.” He confided making you think that’s why he doesn’t seem so close to her. He’s just scared. Obviously he loves her but he’s looking out for her. In his own secretive way.

He was telling the truth. Maybe that’s why whenever he was with Amber he was forcing it to feel 100% correct. But they’re from different worlds. He can try getting past it. But will she?

“What baggage is so big she would run away? If somebody loves you enough they’ll stay I promise you.”

“I don’t think love can make someone stay.”

“Don’t say that.” Realizing this runs deeper than you thought, you start to realize there’s more to the story. “Mark what exactly are you afraid of telling her?” It was a sadness you never thought you can see in Mark. It was as if he reverted to some hurt child as snapped his eyes shut. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. Can we talk about something else?” It was a hurt you couldn’t understand. Not wanting to push anything more you weakly offered the comic to him.

“Do you wanna hear about my memories?”

“Yes please.” Desperately agreeing wanting to change the topic in any way and hear more about you while he’s at it. “I think I saw my parents finally.”

You said it so nonchalantly that he felt like he was overreacting, maybe it’s the trauma between seeing you writhe in pain because of it. “How was it?” Not really knowing what he can ask, considering your questionable memory. “It was amazing.” He saw you beam with happiness as it looked like you started to reminisce fiddling with the bag, “I got a feeling that I never thought I could experience.” You explain trying to hold onto the memories forever, scared of forgetting anything. “Even though I don’t even remember their name, the fact that I had parents, who seemed to love me. I’m just happy.”

Dammit.

As he looked at your face, the moonlight shining down on you, you looked ethereal. The content smile you had, with so much love in your eyes. You have so little, and yet with just these few moments of your memory. You’re grateful, you are grateful for everything. He wants to help you find every missing piece to make you whole again. To bring you the happiness you deserved. He wants to be by your side not caring what his title is when beside you.

But he can’t do if he’s hurting people along the way as his mind wandered to Amber. He can’t deny some part does love her. He’s her first love. The love he has for her is enough to know he shouldn’t continue this. He’s a horrible person. He won’t deny that. He’ll stay his distance in compensation for how he played this out.

Getting up he knows he needs to do this now, startling you by his sudden movements. “Did I say something?” You asked scared that maybe he didn’t want to change topics. Was it actually a mind game you lost. “No you didn’t do anything I just need to go real quick.” Taken aback by his quick movements you see him throw on a jacket heading towards the window. “Mark! You’re making it seem like I did, just tell me!”

“It’s just I need to take care of this first.” You weren’t convinced as you got up stopping Mark from leaving through the window, glaring at him. “Y/N I’m sorry that was just terrible timing, I’ll come back as soon as I can! And I will listen to anything you tell me!” He pleaded wanting this feeling to go away, he can’t do this to Amber. She doesn’t deserve this. This is the least he can do.

“Can you just promise it wasn’t because of me?” You want to believe it wasn’t because of you but he’s making it so difficult. “I promise Y/N. I’ll even bring you your favorite drink.” You felt his warm hand envelop yours bringing it up, softly bringing out your pinkie he interlocked it with yours. It was something so precious to you. To you both. Your angry expression deflated replaced with one of content. And he’s happy to see it.

“You better-.” Stepping aside you opened the window for him guiding him to it, “Make it a large please. And come back safe that too!” Happy that it didn’t end with the silence treatment, he promised you again and flied off to fulfill his end of the situation.

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