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alyrasturnz · 5 months ago

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ahh omg can you do a fluff oneshot thats based around “you are in love” by taylor swift with matt 😓😓

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎YOU ARE INLOVE

❐ summary » how many sunrises and sunsets must y/n witness, how many shared smiles and whispered secrets must pass, before she navigates the intricate maze of her heart and comes to the profound realization that she is deeply and irrevocably in love with matt?

❐ pairings » bf!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » swearing && burning toast??

❐ a/n && w/c » WRITERS BLOCK IS KILLING ME. currently delaying the fics that i cant even write at gunpoint (all of them) • 2.57k

you and matt find yourselves ensconced in a quaint, cozy restaurant with your friends, the kind where the atmosphere feels like a warm embrace, as if the very walls themselves have stories to tell and secrets to share.

the soft glow of candlelight flickers against rustic wooden beams, and the gentle hum of conversation blends with the soothing melodies of a distant piano, creating a symphony of comfort and camaraderie.

the room is softly lit, the candles casting a gentle glow that dances across the walls, weaving shadows that seem to tell tales of their own. the table stretches long and grand, like a bridge between two distant shores, and you find yourselves seated at opposite ends, separated by a sea of lively chatter and laughter from your friends.

the air is thick with the warmth of camaraderie, each voice a note in a harmonious symphony of shared memories and new beginnings.a

yet, despite the distance, your eyes keep finding their way to him, as if drawn by an invisible thread woven by fate itself. each glance is a silent conversation, a wordless exchange that speaks volumes, bridging the gap between you with an unspoken connection that defies the physical space.

matt catches your eye from across the table, and for a moment, it feels as though the world itself has drawn a breath and paused, suspending time just for the two of you. the bustling room fades into a blur, leaving only the profound connection of your shared gaze, a fleeting eternity where nothing else exists but the silent dialogue between your souls.

his eyes twinkle with a playful glint, like stars reflecting in a midnight sea, as the corners of his lips curl up into a smile, a subtle yet enchanting dance of amusement and warmth.

you can’t help but smile, the buttons on his coat catching the flicker of the candlelight, each tiny reflection a beacon of significance in the haze of the evening. it’s as if those small, gleaming details are whispering secrets, adding layers of meaning to the moment that only you can decipher.

as the night progresses, the conversation flows around you like a meandering river, its currents carrying laughter and stories, yet your focus remains steadfastly anchored on matt. amidst the ebb and flow of voices, he is the constant, the unwavering shore to which your attention is irresistibly drawn.

every now and then, your eyes meet, and it feels like a clandestine dialect, a silent conversation woven from glances and subtle expressions, understood only by the two of you. it's as if each look is a carefully crafted phrase in an unspoken lexicon, a private exchange that transcends words.

there’s no need for grand gestures or spoken words; the connection is felt in the shared glances and the knowing smiles. it’s as if the distance between you is bridged by an invisible thread, a delicate yet unbreakable filament that pulls you closer with each passing moment, weaving an intricate tapestry of mutual understanding and unspoken affection.

the evening continues, filled with stories, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. yet, amidst the merriment, those fleeting moments with matt stand out, etched into your memory like delicate engravings on a timeworn scroll, each one a testament to the profound connection that lingers just beneath the surface of the night's festivities.

you notice the way he absentmindedly fiddles with the buttons on his coat, each movement a silent symphony of thought, and the way his laughter rings out, warm and genuine, resonating like a cherished melody. each detail, no matter how small, seems to hold a world of meaning, as if every gesture and sound is a verse in an intricate poem that only you can decipher.

by the end of the night, as you all prepare to leave, you catch one last glance from matt, a fleeting moment that seems to stretch into eternity. “hey, the night is still young. why don’t we go for a walk to the park or something?” you suggest, your voice carrying the promise of adventure. everyone nods in agreement, their faces illuminated by the prospect of extending the evening's enchantment.

"yeah, that sounds great," chris says, his voice imbued with a subtle enthusiasm, as if the mere suggestion of prolonging the night’s enchantment has sparked a hidden excitement within him.

everyone gets into the car, matt assuming his role at the driver's seat, with chris beside him in the passenger's seat. nick settles on the left side, directly behind matt, while larray takes his place behind chris. you, madison, and madi find yourselves nestled in the very back of the car, creating a tapestry of camaraderie woven through shared space and anticipation.

matt adjusts his rear-view mirror so it’s pointed directly at you, his eyes catching yours in the reflective glass. his lips curl up into a smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection between you, as he starts the car, the engine's hum underscoring the moment with a sense of impending adventure.

the car ride there was a tapestry of sound, woven with chris’ music playing on aux, each song a thread that intertwined with the laughter filling the air. the melodies and mirth created a harmonious symphony, transforming the journey into an unforgettable prelude to the night's unfolding adventures.

as you arrive at the park, everyone disembarks from the car, the anticipation of the night's continued adventure palpable in the air. the gentle rustling of leaves and distant hoots of owls welcome you, adding a touch of enchantment to your arrival.

"oh my god, there's a playground!" madi exclaims, her voice brimming with childlike excitement. the group, caught in her infectious enthusiasm, rushes towards the playground, their laughter echoing through the night as they embrace the spontaneous joy of the moment.

you and matt walk side by side, the others having already reached the playground, their distant laughter a soft murmur. his hand rests gently on the small of your back, a subtle yet intimate gesture that speaks volumes in the quiet night.

"they're really in a hurry, huh? it's like they're trying to find the secret treasure or something," matt snorts, his voice tinged with amusement. the words hang in the air, a playful observation that adds a layer of whimsy to the already magical night.

"mhm, i bet there's a hidden slide made of gold waiting for them," you smile, the fanciful thought dancing in your eyes. "but honestly, i'm just here for the swings." you shrug, your casual demeanor contrasting with the playful notion, as matt nods in understanding.

"dude, the swings are the best part of the playground!" matt says, a grin spreading across his face. "remember when we tried to see who could jump the farthest off them? i think i still have a grass stain from that epic fail," he continues, his voice tinged with nostalgic amusement. you chuckle, the memory of that carefree day bringing a warmth to the moment.

"oh my god, i remember!" your smile grows wider, eyes sparkling with the memory. "you looked like a superhero mid-air... until you didn't," you finish, your words trailing off into laughter as matt joins in, the shared reminiscence adding a layer of warmth to the cool night air.

"hey, i prefer to think of it as a graceful crash landing," matt says, his tone laced with mock pride. you playfully roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. "speaking of which, do you think anyone's ever successfully looped all the way around on a swing?" he asks, his curiosity adding a whimsical twist to the conversation.

"i bet there's some legend out there who did it," you say, your voice filled with wonder. "probably went straight to the moon afterwards," you add, your imagination painting an adventurous picture as matt's eyes light up with the shared fantasy.

matt's eyes twinkled with mischief, "we should try it tonight! if we disappear, you'll know we made it to space," he said, his voice brimming with excitement. you giggled, the absurdity of the idea making the moment even more delightful.

"deal!" you say, enthusiasm filling your voice. "and if not, we'll just have to settle for being the undisputed swing champions of the playground," you add with a playful grin, the thought of your daring escapade adding a spark of adventure to the night.

"sounds like a plan. now let's catch up to them before they claim all of the swings," he says, urgency tinged with excitement, as if the swings were the last vestiges of a fleeting summer adventure.

you both laugh, picking up the pace just a bit, the playground lights twinkling invitingly in the distance, casting a magical glow on the path ahead and beckoning you toward the promise of a joyful night.

you both sat down on your swings, the creaking chains harmonizing with your laughter as you began to swing back and forth, each arc higher than the last, reaching for the stars in a dance of youthful exuberance.

the evening air was cool and crisp as you and matt giggled, the swings beckoning with their gentle sway, whispering secrets of childhood adventures and untold stories in the twilight.

the moonlight cast a silver glow over everything, making the scene almost surreal. you felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia as you approached the swings, memories of childhood flooding back like a gentle tide, each step echoing with the laughter and innocence of days gone by.

"hey matt," you called out, your voice a playful challenge. with a mischievous glint in your eye, you leaned back on the swing, your legs kicking out as if daring him to join in the fun. "can you give me a push?"

matt's eyes sparkled with mischief, a playful glint dancing within them. "of course! hold on tight!" he replied, his grin widening into a full, boyish smile as he approached, his footsteps deliberate and filled with anticipation.

you settled onto the swing, your fingers curling around the cold, metal chains, feeling their chill seep into your skin. matt positioned himself behind you, his hands firm and steady on your back, ready to send you soaring into the night sky.

with a powerful push, you were sent soaring into the night, the swing arcing higher and higher. the wind whipped through your hair, a wild and exhilarating sensation that made your heart race with a mix of thrill and freedom.

but as you swung back, you felt the momentum shift, a sudden change in the rhythm. in an instant, the ground seemed to rush up to meet you, the world tilting and spinning in a dizzying dance.

you tumbled off the swing, landing with a soft thud on the grass. for a moment, you lay there, the shock of the fall mingling with a nascent, mischievous idea. a sly grin crept onto your face as you decided to play a little trick on matt, letting the momentary stillness build the suspense.

"ouch! matt, i think i hurt my leg!" you exclaimed, your voice tinged with faux pain, the subtle quiver in your tone adding a layer of convincing authenticity to your playful ruse.

matt's expression shifted to one of deep concern, and he quickly stood in front of you. "shit, are you okay? let me help you up," he said, his worry evident in the furrow of his brow and the urgency in his voice.

you extended your hand, and as soon as his fingers wrapped around yours, you gave a swift tug, pulling him down onto the grass beside you. laughter bubbled up between you, the sound echoing in the quiet night, weaving through the stillness like a melody of shared mischief and camaraderie.

"you got me! i totally fell for it," matt admitted, chuckling as he lay next to you, his laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the grass, creating a symphony of playful deception and genuine amusement.

"that's what you get for pushing me too hard!" you teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow, your words laced with a playful reproach that danced in the moonlit air, adding a touch of light-hearted retribution to the moment.

matt shook his head, still smiling. "fair enough. but hey, look up," he said, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue, as if he was about to reveal a hidden treasure in the vast expanse of the night sky above.

you both turned your gaze skyward. the full moon hung like a lantern in the sky, surrounded by a sea of twinkling stars. the sight was breathtaking, each star shimmering like a tiny diamond against the velvet backdrop of the night, creating a celestial tapestry that seemed to whisper ancient secrets and timeless stories.

"wow," you breathed, the beauty of the scene stealing your words. "it's beautiful," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the fragile enchantment woven by the celestial display above.

"yeah," matt agreed, his voice soft. "it really is. i'm glad we took our time getting here," he murmured, his words carrying a gentle reverence, as if acknowledging the serendipitous journey that had led them to this moment of shared wonder beneath the night sky.

the two of you lay there, side by side on the grass, the world around you fading away, as if the very essence of time and space had dissolved, leaving only the profound stillness of the night and the silent communion of shared breaths and unspoken thoughts.

the laughter and playful banter gave way to a serene silence, the kind that only comes when two souls share a perfect moment, where words become unnecessary and the very air seems to hum with the quiet harmony of mutual understanding and unspoken connection.

the stars seemed to shine a little brighter, the moon a little fuller, as if the universe itself was acknowledging the magic of the night, weaving its celestial light into the fabric of the moment, casting an ethereal glow that spoke of ancient mysteries and timeless wonder.

in that quiet, under the vast expanse of the sky, the future seemed a little less daunting, the uncertainties a little less frightening. for now, there was only the present, the gentle hum of the night, and the comforting presence of a friend by your side, as if the cosmos itself conspired to offer solace, whispering that in this fleeting moment, all burdens could be set aside, and the heart could find peace amidst the boundless stars.

»--•--«

you had gone home with the triplets, and amidst the evening's gentle chaos, you and matt found a quiet corner. seeking solace in each other's company, you decided to put on his favorite movie. as the familiar scenes unfolded on the screen, a sense of tranquility washed over you both.

yet, the day's adventures soon caught up with matt, and before long, he succumbed to the embrace of sleep, his head resting softly against your shoulder.

as the movie continued to play, matt stirred slightly, his head nestled against your chest with his arms wrapped securely around your frame. you gently played with his hair, your fingers weaving through the strands as your eyes remained fixed on the screen.

the gentle rise and fall of his breath created a comforting rhythm, a quiet testament to the deep trust and bond you shared. each breath he took seemed to echo the unspoken understanding between you, grounding you both in the warmth of the moment.

suddenly, he awoke, his eyes fluttering open with a peculiar expression etched across his face. he lingered in silence for a moment, as if searching for the right words amidst the haze of sleep. then, with a voice barely above a whisper, he softly uttered, "you're my best friend." the simplicity of his words carried a profound depth, resonating in the quiet space between you.

you bit your tongue, the realization dawning upon you with startling clarity: he was in love.

"what's this all about, hm?" you inquire softly, your fingers still weaving through his hair, each gentle movement a silent plea for understanding amidst the sudden shift in atmosphere.

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of your being. "you knew what it was," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, each word laden with a vulnerability that echoed in the quiet space between you. "i'm in love with you."

his words hung in the air, a fragile confession that seemed to echo in the quiet room, reverberating through the silence like a delicate melody. the movie continued to play, its scenes unfolding, but the sounds became mere whispers, overshadowed by the gravity of the moment.

his gaze was unwavering, a deep well of vulnerability and hope, as if he had stripped away all his defenses and laid his heart bare before you.

the flickering light from the screen cast shadows across his face, highlighting the raw emotion etched into his features, making the intensity of his feelings palpable. the room seemed to shrink around you, the walls closing in as the weight of his confession settled between you, creating a space where only the truth of his words existed.

"i've been feeling this way for a while," he continued, his voice trembling slightly, each word a testament to the depth of his emotions. "every time i'm with you, everything just feels right. you make the uncertainties of the future seem less frightening. when i'm with you, i feel like i can face anything."

you felt your own heart race, the weight of his confession sinking in like a stone dropped into a still pond, sending ripples through your very being. the night, once filled with the simple comfort of companionship, now brimmed with the potential for something more profound, an unspoken promise of a future intertwined with shared hopes and dreams.

»--•--«

as matt deftly maneuvered the last piece of toast with a practiced flick of his wrist, he turned to you with a mischievous grin. "you know, i think we might have a knack for burning toast. maybe we should open a café specializing in it."

you laughed, your shoulders shaking slightly as you shook your head. "yeah, 'burnt toast bistro.' we'll be famous for all the wrong reasons."

"hey, fame is fame, right?" matt said, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he gave you a playful wink, the corners of his lips curling into a sly smile.

you nudged him playfully with your elbow, a smirk dancing on your lips. "only if you promise to wear that ridiculous chef hat you have," you teased, imagining the oversized hat perched atop his head.

"deal," matt replied, his grin widening into a mischievous smile. "but only if you wear my shirt every morning," he added, his eyes glinting with playful challenge.

you blushed slightly, feeling a warm flush spread across your cheeks as your heart skipped a beat. "i think i can manage that," you murmured, your voice soft and tinged with a hint of nervous excitement.

just then, nick strolled into the kitchen, his brow arched in curiosity as he took in the scene before him. "what's going on here? smells like someone's cooking disaster," he remarked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

matt smirked, leaning casually against the counter with an air of nonchalance. "just a minor setback," he quipped, his eyes glinting with amusement. "we're perfecting our recipe."

you giggled, attempting to maintain your composure despite the bubbling laughter. "yeah, it's a work in progress," you replied, your voice tinged with a blend of amusement and determination.

nick glanced between the two of you, a flicker of suspicion dancing in his eyes. "what's going on between you two? you're awfully close," he remarked, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of skepticism.

matt quickly shrugged, his tone light and nonchalant as he responded. "nothing, nick. just having some fun. you know how we are," he said, his words carrying an air of casual dismissal and playful ease.

you smiled, hoping to defuse the tension that had settled in the room. "yeah, just the usual morning chaos," you said, your voice carrying a light-hearted tone intended to ease the atmosphere.

nick narrowed his eyes slightly, suspicion lingering for a moment before he decided to let it go. "alright, as long as it doesn't involve the fire department, i'm good," he remarked, his tone a blend of resignation and wry humor.

"although, that one firefighter we saw the other day was..." nick paused, letting out a dramatic sigh as he looked up with faux, playful, star-struck eyes. "i wouldn't mind," he added, his voice tinged with a whimsical longing that sent you all into a fit of laughter.

as nick left the kitchen, matt turned to you, his eyes softening with a gentle warmth. "you know," he began, his voice tender and sincere, "mornings like this... i could get used to them."

your smile widened, a warmth spreading through your chest like the first rays of dawn. "me too, matt. me too," you replied, your voice carrying the weight of shared moments and unspoken promises.

the kitchen filled with your laughter and light-hearted banter, the smell of burnt toast lingering as a testament to the perfectly imperfect morning you shared, each moment etched into the tapestry of your memories.

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whalesforhands · 1 year ago

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swallow your doubt (gojo x reader x geto) pt.1

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warnings: ao3 is down and i’m losing myself; i have a clear bias but i like them equally i swear; gojo

In more ways than one, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru completed each other.

Darkness and light.

Black and white.

Yin and yang.

What they had for each other was more than a feeling, more than a simple friendship. It transcended the meaning of the much too simple word of ‘like”, or ‘love’.

It was always, always so much more. What one was, so was the other. What one could, so could they.

In other words, they were made just for each other.

But, why, oh, why? Why do you long for what couldn’t, shouldn’t be yours?

Your lingering gaze on Geto whenever he gently placed his hand on your waist to move you to the side whenever he needed to pass by you.

“Please excuse me…” He would whisper into your ear, the dull, calming scent of lavender filling your nostrils whenever he pressed himself close to you for that brief moment.

Your stunned stare at Gojo whenever he would unceremoniously shove one of his many treats into your mouth. Sometimes even purposely leaving his sugar-coated fingers in your mouth to perhaps spite you. His grin a little too wide when you obediently chewed, his pale fingers reaching to pull at one of your cheeks and cooing before leaving.

It was wrong. So wrong. Yet, your heart ached, yearned for them.

You craved them.

But how do you fit in what has already been completed?

How do you trace the calluses that mar Ge- Suguru’s hands as he watched you so?

How do you count the stars reflected within Satoru’s eyes as you both gazed up at the night sky above?

How could you continue to live with such guilt, such pining, such anguish?

Your hands shook as you watched the pair shove and tease each other, their forms slowly disappearing into the distance, with Shoko watching with a lazy grin on her face as she leaned against your dazed form.

A hot summer afternoon, a warm bench and a cute girl to relax with. Everything Shoko needed to kick back and chill, all she was missing was an ice cold drink from the vending machine. Should she get one with you?

She watched as your eyes glazed over, your breaths growing a little shorter, your hands moving to hug yourself a little tighter than usual.

“Hey.” She shook you gently.

No response.

You must be really deep in thought. It wasn’t rare to see you lose yourself to your creative little head. Wasn’t rare to see you dazed over in your imagination and giving Shoko free reign over you for a little while as she played with your fingers or twirled your hair.

She let out a hum, debating whether or not to interrupt your little internal debate, watching your pretty eyes shine before she caught a glimpse of the troublesome duo making their way over. With gifts in hand, no less.

“Yo! Feeling hot?” Gojo greeted as he tossed a can of cold soda over to Shoko, the girl catching it with ease and an easy grin as she felt the coolness of the can against her warm skin.

“And for the other lady… Tada! Your favourite chocolate milk! Fresh from the vending machine!” The grandiose speech went unheard even as the white-haired menace dangled the drink in front of you, waiting for your response in order to tease you.

No response.

Gojo leaned down to be eye level with you, sunglasses tilted down onto his nose bridge as glittering blue eyes stared into your empty ones. Ah, you were having another of your moments.

“Satoru! Don’t run off with the drinks I bought!” Another male voice made itself known before Gojo was roughly shoved to the side, a whine escaping the white-haired sorcerer’s lips as he absorbed the shove, nearly falling over as Geto moved to snatch your drink from him.

He gave one glance at you, and another to Shoko.

The brunette shrugged, “I bet she’s having fun in there.” Opening her can, she leaned back into the backrest and chugged. “You could try to get her out though. You succeed the most.”

“That’s not true! Suguru and I have a 50/50 split on that!”

“More like 70/30. She doesn’t even respond to you half the time.” A pause. “And why does my soda taste weird?”

Their continued banter went unheard by the raven haired sorcerer as he moved to sit beside you on the 2/3 filled bench.

No response.

He gently tucked a strand of stray hair away from your face.

No response.

He pressed the still cold carton of milk to your cheek. Watching with a fond smile as you slowly started to come back. A hand reached up to relish in the chill of the drink, to relish in the feel of his hand pressed close to you.

“Suguru.” You quietly greeted, lips slowly pulling into a cute smile as your eyes moved to meet his.

“Welcome back.” Your hand was now placed over his in another greeting, gently patting it before you moved to take the packet from him with gratitude.

(He wished you let yourself linger your touch on him longer.)

Suguru chuckled, watching as you pulled the plastic straw out and began to drink. “I should be telling you that.”

Suguru moved himself to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with you, relaxing in your presence as he searched his pocket for his now lukewarm soda. He’s still content anyway.

“And why is everyone on the bench but me?! No fair! Move over!”

His last statement was directed at Shoko. Instead of pressing Ieiri inward and sitting at the other end of the bench, the long legged menace chose to squeeze himself in-between Shoko and yourself, pushing you closer to Suguru as he fought off Shoko’s smacks and yells of discontent.

Finally settled uncomfortably with all of you on the bench, his long arms stretched out over the backrest, one arm even daringly resting over your shoulders as he crossed his legs and took in the afternoon sunshine.

“Lovely day we’re having!”

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Notes:

Shoko still finds it hard to believe you aren’t taking any of the hints the two boys have been giving you. No matter, she’ll let you figure it out yourself as she continues to lowkey flirt with you.

You remain oblivious to the two’s very obvious flirting but, you’re not immune to Shoko’s charm at all.

Shoko, despite not showing it much here has made you flustered way more than Gojo or Geto ever have.

#geto x reader x gojo #satosugu x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #dyf au

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lila-lou · 7 months ago

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 27/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, angst, fluff, soft Ben

Word Count: 5637

A/N: This is part 27 of “His only exception”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

“You just say that because of the baby”, you sobbed.

Ben’s heart sank as your words pierced through him, your pain echoing in his own chest. He reached out to gently wipe away your tears, his touch tender yet filled with a silent plea.

“That’s not true”, he said, his voice filled with earnestness. “I fell in love with you long before this baby was even a possibility”.

You looked at him, your tear-streaked face reflecting a mixture of doubt and longing.

Ben continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I remember the first time I saw you at that supe affairs event. Your smile lit up the entire room, and your voice sounded like the most beautiful melody I’d ever heard. I knew then that I had to have you by my side. I rejoined Butcher only on the condition that he accepts you into the team, because I knew it was the only way I could be close to you”.

He paused, his eyes locked on yours, willing you to believe him. “I wanted you, (Y/N). I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you”.

Ben's voice cracked with emotion as he continued, his words pouring out in a torrent of sincerity. "I love you, (Y/N), more than anything in this world. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, the purest and happiest part of my life".

More tears welled up in your eyes as he spoke, his vulnerability laid bare before you. "I know I haven't always been the best, and I've made mistakes, but I swear to you, (Y/N), I will do whatever it takes to make things right. I can't imagine my life without you, and I'll spend every day proving to you just how much you mean to me".

He reached out, taking your hands in his, his grip gentle yet firm. "Please, (Y/N), believe me when I say that I love you. I'll do anything to make us work".

You looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his love and sincerity reflected back at you.

As the weight of your emotions pressed down on you, your heart ached with a mixture of longing and fear. You couldn't hold back any longer, the intensity of your feelings overwhelming you.

With tears still glistening in your eyes, you sank down to meet Ben on his knee. Without hesitation, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

A wave of relief washed over you both, melting away the tension and uncertainty that had clouded your minds for weeks. In that moment of intimacy, you felt a sense of closeness and connection that transcended words.

Ben's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if to assure himself that you were real, that you were here with him.

As Ben murmured softly against your lips, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Let's get you to the couch".

With that, he rose to his feet, effortlessly lifting you into his arms as he carried you towards the living room. Despite the weight of the emotions that hung heavy in the air, his touch filled you with a sense of security and warmth.

You nestled against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek as he navigated through the surroundings of your new home. With each step, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, the tension of the past weeks slowly melting away.

As he set you down on the couch, you couldn't help but marvel at the strength and tenderness in his touch.

Ben leaned back, allowing you to cuddle against him, his arm wrapped protectively around you, he pulled a blanket snugly around the two of you.

As Ben looked down at you, he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. His lips brushed against your skin with a feather-light touch.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment as his affectionate gesture filled you with a sense of peace and security.

With a soft sigh of contentment, you nestled even closer to him. It felt so normal. As if you had never been apart.

As the weight of the day's events pressed down on you, fatigue washed over you like a tidal wave. Within seconds, you fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Ben remained awake, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. With one hand gently cradling your head against his chest, he listened intently to the soft, rhythmic thud of your unborn child's heartbeat. It was a sound filled with promise and hope, a reminder of the new life growing within you.

As he felt the gentle rise and fall of your breath against him, Ben couldn't help but feel a surge of love and protectiveness swell within him. He would do everything in his power to keep you and your unborn child safe.

Two hours later, you stirred awake. Blinking sleepily, you shifted slightly in Ben's arms, feeling the comforting weight of his embrace loosening around you.

Ben, who had been sitting motionless for the past two hours, shifted slightly as you stirred, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. Carefully, he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face.

"How are you feeling?", he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he watched you slowly come back to wakefulness.

As you thought for a moment about how you felt, you rubbed your eyes and looked up at Ben. "Hungry", you mumbled softly, your stomach grumbling in agreement.

Ben chuckled, glancing at his phone to check the time. "You better not want me to cook something", he teased lightly. "because it will probably be disgusting". He grinned at you before suggesting, "How about we order some pizza instead? My stomach seems to agree with that idea".

You nodded in agreement, while Ben's gaze lingered on you, his eyes unable to look away. He watched as you stretched, his heart swelling. The past few weeks without you near him had been unbearable, and now that you were here, in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness wash over him.

As you and Ben continued to cuddle on the couch after eating, the soft glow of the TV illuminating the room, you couldn't help but notice Ben's gaze lingering on you more than on the movie.

With a playful grin, you teasingly nudged him. "Enjoying the movie?", you teased, your voice filled with amusement as you caught him staring at you.

Ben chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Uh, yeah, of course", he replied, his tone slightly defensive as he tried to play it off. But his eyes betrayed him, lingering on you with an intensity that spoke volumes.

You wanted to say another teasing comment, but before you could say anything, Ben silenced you with his lips, his kiss soft yet filled with a longing that mirrored your own.

Caught off guard, you melted into his embrace.

Ben gently pushed you back, he hovered above you, his eyes locked with yours as he positioned himself between your legs. The air crackled with anticipation, and a shiver ran down your spine as you felt the weight of his presence above you.

Ben's desire burned hot within him, his longing to kiss you and show you how much he missed you almost overwhelming. Yet, he held himself back, not wanting to scare you away again. Despite the undeniable arousal pulsing through him, he restrained himself, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of longing and restraint.

He wanted you, but more than that, he wanted you to feel safe and comfortable with him. So, he remained still, his throbbing arousal pressing against your clothed body as he continued to look at you, his restraint a testament to his promises.

Feeling his erection pressing against you, you couldn't help but bite your lip, your breath hitching as desire surged through you. With a subtle movement, you pressed your hips forward, seeking some friction, a soft moan escaping your lips as you felt yourself getting wet almost instantly.

With a teasing grin, you looked up at Ben. "Is that for me?", your voice low and sultry, your fingers trailing lightly along his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch. "Or maybe you're just happy to see me", you grinned. "Either way, I'm flattered". You lean in closer, your lips just inches from his, a mischievous smile dancing on your lips. "But you know, actions speak louder than words…"

Ben's amused expression breaks into a chuckle as he raises an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so?", he responds, his voice laced with amusement. "Well, I guess actions it is then". With a smirk, he leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, teasingly close.

As you felt Ben's breath against your lips and his arousal pressing a bit harder against your heat, a shiver ran down your spine. You couldn't help but arch your body closer to his, craving the contact you both desired. Every nerve in your body tingled with excitement as you waited for him to make the next move, your heart racing with anticipation.

You couldn't contain your impatience any longer as you begged Ben to finally touch you. Your voice was laced with desperation, your body trembling. "Please, Ben", you pleaded, unable to hide the urgency in your voice. "I need you to touch me. It's been way too long".

As Ben leaned in, his lips soft against yours, a surge of desire washed over you. His movements were deliberate and enticing, his hips grinding against yours in a slow rhythm. With each movement, his bulge rubbed against your pussy in the most tantalizing way, eliciting soft whimpers from your lips as you melted into the kiss. The intensity of the moment left you breathless, your body arching against his as you yearned for more.

But you couldn't endure his teasing any longer. You pushed Ben back until he sat again, straddling his knees, and attempted to get rid of his supe suit. With determined yet fumbling fingers, you struggled with the fastenings, your cheeks flushing with both frustration and excitement.

Ben watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Need a hand there?", he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he enjoyed the sight of you grappling with the suit.

You shot him a playful glare, your determination only fueled by his teasing. "I've got this", you retorted.

As the intensity of the moment grew, you couldn’t find any zippers or buttons, and you groaned in frustration. Ben couldn’t help but tease you further, his hands firm on your hips as he leaned in closer.

“Seems like you’re struggling there, sweetheart”, he grinned. “Sure you don’t need any help?”.

You huffed in mock annoyance, shooting him a pissed glare. “I swear, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll never get this fucking suit off”, you retorted.

Ben leaned back, a wide grin spreading across his face as he watched your frustrated attempts to remove the suit. Despite your annoyance, he couldn’t help but find the sight incredibly endearing.

“I’ll stop teasing, I promise”, he said, his tone filled with amusement. “But only if you let me help you with that suit”.

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a smile. “Fine”, you relented, a hint of laughter in your voice.

You leaned back, watching with fascination as Ben effortlessly opened his suit, his movements smooth and practiced. His amused gaze never left your face, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the affectionate look in his eyes.

He shrugged off his suit, revealing the toned muscles beneath. You couldn't tear your gaze away.

"Someone's been hitting the gym", a smirk dancing on your lips. "Looking pretty buff there, Superman".

Ben's cheeks flushed slightly at your words, a rare hint of bashfulness crossing his usually confident demeanor. "Had enough time".

As Ben pulled you close, kissing you softly, his hands wandered to your asscheeks, gripping them firmly as he stood up with you straddling his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into his embrace as the kiss deepened.

While Ben carried you towards the bedroom, his lips brushed against yours with each step. "Where are we going?".

He murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire, "After all these weeks, I want to take my time with you. Not just fuck you on that couch".

You smiled at his words, feeling a surge of warmth coursing through you as he entered the bedroom, setting you gently on the bed.

Ben slipped out of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. You eagerly discarded your clothes, tossing them aside with impatience.

Chuckling softly, Ben teased, "Someone's in a hurry, huh?".

You shot him a playful glare, a smirk playing on your lips. "Can you blame me?", you retorted.

Ben grinned, his eyes filled with desire mirroring yours as he climbed back onto the bed, hovering over you with an intense gaze. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he murmured, "I missed you so much, (Y/N)".

"I missed you too", you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you reached up to cup his cheek.

As your lips finally met again, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you lost in the intensity of the moment. The soft brush of your lips against his ignited a fiery passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Ben's erection throbbed painfully hard against his boxers.

Every touch, every caress was electric, sending shivers down your spine as you melted into each other's embrace. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans.

Ben's lips trailed down your chest before he pulled down both cups of your bra, revealing your breasts to his gaze. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent a rush of arousal coursing through you.

You moaned softly as his lips found their way to one of your nipples, his tongue flicking gently against the sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure washing over you. His touch was both gentle and insistent. Fuck, he loved women. And he sure did love you.

Amidst the symphony of your soft moans, Ben struggled to maintain his composure, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch with each sound that escaped your lips. He couldn't help but respond to your pleasure, his own desires burning hotter with each passing moment.

"Fuck, I missed hearing you like this", he murmured huskily.

Kissing down your Body, Ben's lips pressed gently against your flat stomach, his kisses tender as he paused to look up at you. His eyes held a mixture of awe and adoration.

The thought of you carrying his child filled him with an overwhelming sense of joy, his heart swelling with emotion at the thought of the life growing inside you. In that moment, he felt a bond with you unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

As he continued to pepper your skin with soft kisses, his love for you deepened even further.

Ben's fingers slowly pulling down your panties, revealing how wet you already were. A soft groan escaped his lips as he felt the slick warmth between your thighs.

But you were impatient, the desire burning hot within you, and you didn't even want to wait for foreplay.

"Please, Ben", you pleaded. "I need you… now".

Ben looked up at you, he was already excited to taste you again, hoping that you would let him indulge in eating you out for just a few minutes.

His gaze pleaded with you, silently urging you to give in.

You met his pleading gaze. With a slight nod, he indicated towards your pussy, and you let your head fall back into the cushions, nearly rolling your eyes at him, before pressing your hips gently upwards, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to your core.

Ben's movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing lazy circles against your sensitive flesh. Each touch was filled with tenderness and passion, as if he wanted to savor every moment. His lips moved against you with a gentle rhythm, eliciting soft gasps and moans from your lips. You could feel the intensity of his desire in every caress, every flick of his tongue.

You couldn't help but arch your back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you urged him closer. His movements were deliberate, each stroke of his tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each gentle flick and teasing kiss, he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck! Ben", you moaned. "Don't stop, please".

His only response was a low growl of approval, his lips and tongue continuing their assault on your soft flesh. Every touch, every caress was like a symphony of pleasure, building you up higher and higher until you felt like you were on the edge of oblivion.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he brought you crashing over the edge, his lips and tongue working magic as you tumbled into blissful release.

"Fuck.. Ben!", you cried out, your body trembling with the force of your climax.

He lifted his head, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you. "Told you", he said smugly.

As Ben stripped out of his boxers, his erection sprung free, hard and eager. You tried to catch your breath while you watched him, giving himself a few pumps, his hand moving smoothly over his length, before he positioned himself between your legs. With a teasing grin, he let his cock slip through your slick folds a few times, coating himself in your arousal.

You gasped at the sensation, the friction sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Your body was already buzzing. With a soft whimper, you urged him closer, desperate for the connection only he could provide.

"Want it nice and slow, baby?", Ben's voice was low, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you.

Instead of answering his question, you kept rubbing your hips against his.

"You're awfully impatient tonight", Ben teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he felt your hips grinding against his.

"Ready?", Ben murmured as he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours, seeking permission.

As you nodded, your hands instinctively cupped Ben's biceps, bracing yourself for the initial discomfort that always accompanied his size.

"Just relax", Ben murmured soothingly. "I'll be more careful this time".

As he eased himself inside you, inch by inch, he reminded himself to go slow, to be gentle. He knew you needed it that way this time, even though it was difficult for him to restrain himself. He exhaled heavily, his muscles tense with the effort of holding back.

Halfway in, you winced as Ben brushed against your G-spot a way too hard. He immediately stopped.

"Sorry," Ben murmured and shifted carefully to hit another angle. Inching forward again, his hands rested beside your head, his biceps tensing underneath your touch.

"No… I'm sorry for being so whiny, it's just… been a while". Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"None of that", Ben murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but his words carried a weight of reassurance. His struggle was evident in his tone, a battle between his desire to please you and his own primal urges.

As Ben bottomed out, filling you completely, you both gasped in unison, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. Your eyes squeezed shut, lost in the moment, and so did his.

Ben stilled, giving you a moment to adjust to the fullness.

"You okay?", he murmured softly as he gazed down at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You could feel every inch of him buried deep inside you, stretching you in the most delicious way. His breaths were heavy against your skin, as he fought to maintain control.

Your body pulsed with sensation, every nerve ending alive with the intensity of the moment. You nodded slightly in response to his question, your breath hitching as you adjusted to the fullness of him inside you.

Ben's hand gripped your thigh and guided it against his hips. You felt him sinking even deeper inside you, hitting spots you didn't even know existed. A loud moan escaped your lips as pleasure surged through your body.

Ben began to move inside you, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he buried his face in the crook of your neck, you felt his warm breath against your skin, his lips trailing soft kisses along the curve of your shoulder. The intimacy of the moment filled you with a sense of overwhelming closeness.

As Ben's hips rocked against yours, his movements were deliberate and controlled, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breath hitched with every stroke, your fingers digging into his back as you pulled him closer.

Your moans mingled with his, filling the room with the sounds of your passion. With each movement, you felt yourself drawing closer to the edge, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

Unable to hold back any longer, you met each of his thrusts with equal fervor, your desire for each other burning hotter with each passing moment. It had been weeks since you had last been together like this, and the pent-up longing between you only intensified the pleasure of the moment.

With every thrust, Ben poured all his emotions into the rhythm, each movement a testament to his love and desire for you.

He continued to move inside you with such passion and intensity, it didn't take long for you to reach the edge. The overwhelming sensations washed over you like a tidal wave, carrying you to the peak of ecstasy with an intensity that left you breathless.

As Ben felt himself reaching the brink, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "I can't hold back anymore".

With a guttural groan, he released himself deep inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. You felt the warmth of his cum flooding you.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ben collapsed against you, his breath ragged as he held you close. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you, bound together by the intensity of your love and desire.

After a while, Ben let himself sink beside you, pulling you close in a tender embrace. His gaze softened as he looked down at you, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, as if all the worries and uncertainties of the world had momentarily faded away, leaving only the warmth of his presence beside you.

Ben's voice was soft as he spoke, his words carrying a weight of sincerity and vulnerability. "I know I've hurt you before", he began, his gaze searching yours for understanding. "And I swear, I'll never hurt you again. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy".

He paused, struggling to find the right words. "I may not always get it right", he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "but I'll try, (Y/N). I'll try my damnedest to be the man you deserve".

His eyes bore into yours, silently pleading for forgiveness and acceptance, his heart laid bare before you.

Ben's gaze drifted down to your belly, a mixture of wonder and apprehension flickering in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

"Can I?", he asked softly, his hand hovering uncertainly over your stomach, his touch gentle as if afraid to disturb something fragile.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you reached out to take his hand, guiding it to rest against your abdomen. "Of course", you whispered, the warmth of his hand against your skin sending a comforting shiver down your spine.

Ben's gaze remained concentrated, his hand resting gently on your stomach as he focused on feeling the faint heartbeat within. You watched him, marveling at the sight of his expression, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

"I can't believe it", you whispered, the reality of the situation still sinking in. "I'm pregnant".

Ben's smile widened, his eyes never leaving your belly. "Yeah", he murmured softly.

But as he studied your expression, his smile faltered and a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. Despite his own excitement, he couldn't help but notice the lack of joy reflected in your face. His lips formed into a straight line as he contemplated whether to voice his thoughts, but the fear of your potential response held him back. Instead, he remained silent.

As Ben's heart ached, he shifted his gaze back to your belly, using it as a shield to conceal the pain in his eyes. Lost in your own thoughts, you remained unaware of his reaction, your focus consumed by the weight of the situation and the uncertainty of the future. The silence between you stretched on, heavy with unspoken emotions and unaddressed concerns.

Before Ben could inquire about your thoughts, you rubbed your eyes, a gesture that didn't escape his notice.

"I'm tired", you mumbled softly, your voice tinged with exhaustion.

Ben nodded, his emotions swirling as he processed everything that had transpired. “Yeah, we should get some rest. We can talk more about this tomorrow”.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of the day bearing down on you.

As Ben pulled you close to his chest, his lips brushed against the top of your head in a tender kiss, and you snuggled closer to him.

For a moment, the weight of the day seemed to lift as you nestled against him, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

As you woke up the next day, you felt Ben's strong grip around your waist, almost bruising but not touching your stomach.

"Hey", you whispered sleepily, shifting a bit in his arms. "You need to loosen up a bit".

Your soft voice roused Ben from his slumber, and he blinked groggily, not entirely pleased at being awakened.

Struggling to breathe a bit under his tight hold, you gently nudged him again. "Ben, seriously", you murmured, your voice still heavy with sleep. "I need to fucking breathe".

Ben's grip relaxed immediately as he realized he had been holding you too tightly. "Sorry", he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "Didn't mean to squeeze you like that".

As you turned to face him, you saw a look of genuine remorse on his face, and his arm instinctively pulled you back close to him. You couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as you thought about his recent episodes of uncontrolled strength.

"Yeah", you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. "You really need to get your strength in check. It's been a bit… unpredictable lately". You paused, your mind drifting to the times when his chest would inexplicably start glowing. "I mean, what if it happens again, but in a more serious situation?".

Ben let out a frustrated groan, his expression reflecting his annoyance as he leaned back, releasing his hold on you.

"I fucking know, okay?", he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'll try to control it better. It's just… been a lot to handle lately".

You couldn't resist teasing him a bit, given his rare display of vulnerability.

"So… Is the big, tough superhero finally admitting he has flaws?", you teased, a playful glint in your eyes as you nudged him gently.

Ben's eyes snapped open, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer.

"Oh, you have no idea", he murmured teasingly, his voice low and husky. "Let me show you just how much control I have".

With a swift motion, he effortlessly lifted you and settled you on his lap, the undeniable hardness beneath you confirming his words.

You chuckled tiredly, feeling his hands gently caressing your hips, his thumbs brushing over your stomach in a soothing motion.

"I do kinda feel… off sometimes", Ben admitted quietly without meeting your gaze.

"Off how?", you asked softly, concern lacing your voice as you looked down at him.

Ben hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I don't know", he mumbled. "Ever since those four months of being captured… I just feel… different. Like I can't quite control everything as I used to… Like… it´s too much power for one person".

He sighed, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "Look… I… just don´t want you to think I'm doing all of this on purpose".

You watched him intently, leaning down to cup his jaw affectionately before softly placing your lips on his.

"Mmm, maybe we should get the doctors at Vought to check you out along with me and the baby", you mumbled against his lips, your concern evident in your tone.

Ben rolled his eyes, but you could see a hint of reluctance in his expression. "Yeah, yeah, maybe", he replied nonchalantly, though you sensed there was more to his reaction than he let on.

Ben gently pushed you back upright, his gaze lingering on your flat belly as he contemplated your words.

"How are you feeling?", he asked softly.

You sensed the weight of his unspoken fears as he gazed at you, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of his thoughts. Despite his attempts to mask it, you could feel his anxiety radiating from him. He was fucking afraid that you would make a decision and not involve him.

"I'm… I don't know, Ben", you admitted, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's just… a lot to process. I never imagined… this".

You could sense Ben's fear and uncertainty, his emotions raw and palpable. It was evident that he was struggling to come to terms with the situation, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

As you looked into his eyes, you saw the vulnerability beneath his facade of strength.

"I know, Ben", you whispered softly, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "It's a lot for both of us to take in. But we'll figure it out, okay?".

There was silence as Ben's thumbs just continued to brush over your stomach. You hesitated but then met his gaze again. “Did you meant what you said last night?”, you whispered. Ben knew exactly what you mean and groans again, eyes rolling.

His thumbs pausing their gentle caress. He sighed softly, a mixture of frustration and affection evident in his expression.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I meant it”, he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. “I love you, okay? And before you fucking start again, no… I’m not just saying that because of the baby”.

You couldn’t help but blush slightly as your lips twitched, feeling a warmth spreading in your belly at Ben’s words. His amused but slightly annoyed tone only added to the mix of emotions swirling inside you.

“Oh, great, now you’re blushing like a fucking little schoolgirl”, he teased, rolling his eyes playfully. “I swear, (Y/N), you’re impossible sometimes”.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it”, you replied, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Just making sure, you know?”.

Ben rolled his eyes again, but a small smirk played on his lips. “Yeah, well, now you know”, he muttered, his thumb resuming its gentle movements over your stomach.

As Ben’s phone rang, his expression shifted from one of contentment to annoyance. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed heavily before reluctantly answering.

“What?”, Ben barked into the phone, his tone curt and impatient.

Butcher’s voice came through loud and clear, dripping with irritation. “Where the hell are you? We’ve got a bloody meeting in ten minutes and you’re not here”.

Ben rolled his eyes, barely concealing his irritation. “I’ll be there when I damn well please, Butcher”, he retorted, his voice laced with hostility. “Don’t get your fucking panties in a twist”.

He ended the call with a sharp jab of his finger and let out an exasperated sigh.

You mumbled about having to see the doctor anyway, but Ben made it clear that he would join you for the appointment. He lifted you up from his hips to get up from the bed.

“I’m not letting you go there alone”, he stated firmly, his voice tinged with protectiveness. “Especially now that i know you’re carrying my child”.

You rolled your eyes at his words, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. There was something oddly endearing about Ben's protectiveness, even if it sometimes bordered on overbearing.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 28

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winterrrnight · 8 months ago

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PAIRING: rafe cameron x dark!fem!pogue!reader

SUMMARY: rafe finds out you've been dating him only for the money.

WARNINGS: dark content! dark!reader, naive!rafe, reader is a liar, a manipulator, dishonest, two faced, takes a big advantage of rafe, usage of guns, threatening, poor rafe is oblivious to it all (he's just blinded by one sided love), minimal swearing, minimal usage of nicknames, alcohol consumption, reader lowkey believes in toxic masculinity, rafe is kinda a crybaby, it's also longer than my usual stuff + please let me know if I missed something!

EDITH SPEAKS: my second ever dark!fic! just like before, dark!content is something I've just gotten into, so this clearly isn't the best dark stuff you've read, but I promise I put in a 100% effort. please please heed all the warnings and make sure you proceed only if you are comfortable with each and every single one of them! if you liked reading this, please reblog and please please let me know what you think of this! 🌩️

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somewhere far along this road he lost his soul to a woman so heartless

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You enter Tannyhill, a huge smile on your face as your fingers remain hooked through the expensive branded gift bags, the black credit card of your near and dear boyfriend in the back pocket of your pants.

“Baby I’m home!” You say out loud as you enter, keeping the humongous amount of gift bags in your hand on the couch of the living room. You hear footsteps echo as they transcend down the stairs, and you turn around to see Rafe making his way to you.

“Hi baby,” he smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses a kiss to your lips. “What did you get?”

You gesture your head to the couch and Rafe sees the enormous amount of bags on the couch. He knows you like to shop, and he never refuses to buy you anything because he believes you deserve it so much; never ever denying you when you approach him with a puppy dog look on your face asking for a shopping trip, which basically melts him into a puddle.

He always accompanies you to your shopping trips, his arm slinging around your shoulders as you both hit store after store in the mall, buying whatever you ask for, and he doesn’t think twice before swiping his card in the machine. He knows you haven’t lived in the best financial conditions as you grew up; that’s what it meant if you lived on The Cut. When you got together, he was more than determined to always give you gifts, his way of covering up all the things he believed you deserved to have but never had a chance to own.

But today, you suddenly had a need to hit the mall again when you had been there not even a week ago, and you had already bought a lot. But Rafe isn’t one to say no to you; how can he say no to your cute face? So you are sent off with a driver with his credit card given safely to you as he himself is busy with some business work.

And right now, here you are with the biggest number of handbags he’s ever seen you with. His eyebrows furrow in the slightest as he looks at how the couch is completely covered with the gift bags from exorbitant stores; the bags themselves cost a lot on their own.

“What happened baby?” You ask as you see him eyeing the couch. He turns to you and lets a smile spread on his face as he gives a peck to your forehead.

“Nothin’ baby,” he says softly. “Did you have fun at your little shopping spree?” Little? Hell nah.

“Yes it was absolutely wonderful,” you smile.

“Good good,” he mutters, smiling a little.

“Oh I’ve got brunch date at the country club with my girls today,” you say, pulling away from him, his arms now falling back to his sides. “Are you done with your work?”

“No,” he sighs. “I have to head to the office in a bit,”

“Oh,” you sigh, a pout on your face. “Such a shame… ’cause I was wondering you could come too,”

He smiles softly, gently moving to caress your cheek with his thumb. “It’s okay baby, you have fun with your girlfriends yeah? You and me can go some other time,”

You just nod at his reply and tell him how you absolutely can’t go to the country club in the same outfit you wore in the mall, and you need to have a wardrobe change. He watches you make your way to the couch and pick two out of the numerous handbags and make your way up the stairs. As you walk, he can see his credit card peeking out of your back pocket. He opens his mouth to ask for it, but then shuts it back realizing you’ll need it at your brunch with the girls.

He just lets out a small sigh before busying himself with more of his work for the business.

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Rafe rubs his eyes as he leans his head back against the cushioned back of his chair, letting out a groan of complete exhaustion. His eyes flick to the digital clock sitting on his table, the numbers 12.53 am flashing back at him. He blinks his eyes multiple times before focusing back to his laptop screen, left with just the end of the work.

As he gets himself back into the working mindset, a little notification pops at the right bottom corner of his screen. Narrowing his eyes, he reads the notification.

As his eyes run over the words, they widen more and more with each passing second.

Your credit card has been declined. Unfortunately we haven’t been able to process your payment.

Right before his eyes, the same notification appears two times more, flashing momentarily at the corner before it disappears itself.

It disappears itself from the screen, but not from his mind. The little notification with its white background and dark blue text remains ingrained in his brain, and it’s as if that’s the only image he’s only ever known.

He quickly gets his phone and opens up the texts between you and him, the last one being him asking you if you’ve reached the country club safely and you replying back with a simple ‘yes’. He hasn’t had any time to go back home as he’s been stuck in his office since the afternoon.

All you said was you were going to have brunch with your girls, so that’s when the credit card should’ve been used. But why is he getting notifications about his card being declined at 1 in the morning?

The notifications are quiet shady, because they don’t reveal where the transaction is being made and is failing, it just tells him the credit card is declined.

He logs into the credit card company’s portal on his laptop, and looks around to find what balance is left in his card. And there he sees it.

The balance is negative.

And not any small number, a big one at that.

-$1000 is written on his screen in a bright, red font, that number being the only thing that can attract his attention throughout the entire mundane black webpage.

Rafe stares at the screen in disbelief – clearly you’re out there somewhere with his card and you’ve overpaid, and now transactions aren’t taking place.

Despite having a little too much money in his card, he never expected for you to ever overpay. He knew it was a huge privilege for you to have so much of something you never before had in your life, but he never expected you to be reckless…

He shakes his head, getting the thought out of his head. No, it’s just some kind of mistake, he thinks, and as if right on cue, his phone rings. He sees that it’s in fact you calling him. He quickly swipes his thumb across the screen, accepting the call.

“Rafeeee,” you whine on the other side, and Rafe realizes you’re drunk out of your mind.

“Baby, where are you?” He asks, his brows furrowed as he anticipates your reply.

“Your card isn’t working anymore,” you slur. “Come on, I just needed some stuff!”

“Where are you?” He asks again, more sternly this time.

“I’m out… are you not listening to me? Your goddamned card isn’t working!”

“Yeah ’cause you used the last of the money in it!” He snaps. “I’m asking you again: where are you?”

“Fuck you!” He hears you slur out loud, and the next second, all he hears is the monotonous beeping, meaning you’ve cut the call.

Rafe sighs, slamming his phone on his table as he holds his hair in his hands, his fingers scrunching around his hair strands as he pulls onto them, hard enough to cause blinding pain in his scalp, feeling as if he’ll just rip his hair out. He slams his laptop shut and gets up from his office chair, deciding to retreat to home for now.

You aren’t telling him where you are, and he most certainly isn’t going to go around looking for you.

The best he can do right now is sleep, and worry about the negative balance in his card the next morning.

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Rafe’s eyes snap open when he feels something cool being pressed into his forehead. It takes him a second but he makes out your outline in the dark room, blinking a few times to adjust to the bare amount of light in the room.

“Rafe…” your cold voice cuts through the darkness of the room.

It’s dead silent, and Rafe’s ears can only process his own deep breathing. Not yours – it feels like you aren’t breathing, you’re just standing silently.

A breeze blows outside, causing the flimsy curtains hanging in front of his window to fly to the side for the moment, letting the white moonlight to leak in through the room.

And he sees it.

He catches the cold look in your eyes, as if they’re dead, not a single emotion swirling in the depths of them. His breath gets caught in his throat, and he slowly turns his head up to find the cause of the cold feeling on his forehead.

A sharp click is heard, and the pressure against his forehead is increased, causing him to let out a shaky breath.

“Now you know I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger,” your voice is cool, emotionless, and monotone. You push the muzzle of the gun more against his forehead. “Tell me where the money is, and I’ll let you go unharmed.”

“What money?” Rafe croaks out, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.

A moment passes.

Another moment passes.

All Rafe hears is the rhythmic, yet fast thumping of his heart deep against his eardrums.

“I know the credit card wasn’t the only money you have,” you say. Your voice is so calm, it terrifies the smallest, thinnest nerve in his body. “I know you’ve got money – cash somewhere in here. I used to keep my eye on it. You moved it, didn’t you? It’s not in its usual location.”

Rafe’s eyes widen as he turns his head to his left just slightly and sees the doors of his wardrobe opened, drawers pulled out they’re threatening to fall out, and all his clothes are messed up, unorganized as if someone went through them frantically to find something.

He slowly turns his head back to you, realizing you always knew about the cash he keeps hidden behind his clothes in the wardrobe for all sorts of emergencies.

“I don’t have it,” he mumbles, his eyes widening, and you can clearly see the fear swirling around in his baby blues.

“Liar,” you snap, pushing the muzzle of the gun even harder into his forehead, which causes him to let out a wince. “Now’s not the time to fuck around a’ight? Tell me where it is, and I’ll let you go-”

“No,” he says silently, cutting you off. He’s trying his best to not be afraid of you, to not let it show. But, his shallow, erratic breaths leaving his rubied lips show something entirely different.

Right in the next second, you take the gun away from his forehead and direct it to your right, pulling the trigger with ease as a loud bang echoes throughout Tannyhill. Rafe flinches at the sudden sound which causes ringing in his ear, his eyes shut closed as a reflex. The sound of glass cracking and bursting echoes as an aftermath. He slowly opens his eyes and looks to his left, and sees the lamp on the bedside table absolutely shattered to pieces.

You now place the gun directly on his throat, digging it into his skin harshly. You push his face up with the gun, forcing him to make eye contact with you, which causes his hair to fall in his eyes. Through the hair in his eyes, he catches the glimpse of the crazed, wide eyed look you have.

It gets dead silent, and Rafe can still hear the bang of the gun and the breaking of the glass in the back of his head. You slowly pull the trigger, but not completely, and Rafe’s breath hitches in his throat as he hears the silent creak of the trigger being pulled.

“One last time…” you whisper, your voice having an eerie touch to it. “Where’s the fucking money?”

You notice the glassy layer of tears forming in his eyes, and you groan, throwing your head back.

“Stop being such a crybaby and man up!” You yell. “Just tell me where the goddamned money is!”

Rafe’s lips part slightly, and he raises a shaky hand, pointing to something behind you. You turn around to see he’s pointing to a safe kept safely away in a corner.

You let out an exhale as you turn your attention back to Rafe, the gun still digging into his skin. “What’s the pass?”

“4-” he starts to speak but his words get caught in his throat. “4, 3, 1, 7, 9, 5,” he mumbles out, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels the gun digging in his skin starting to form a bruise.

You look at him for a moment, and then slowly take the gun off his neck. He lets out a shaky breath and moves his fingers to the skin, and as predicted, he can feel an indent in his skin.

“Good boy,” you mutter as you walk to the safe and put in the combination. As you put it in, the safe opens and voila, there are stacks and stacks of dollar bills kept safely inside. You take them out and put it in the bag you had with you, making your way to the door.

“Rafe?” You say as you turn to look at him, and he notices your ‘sweet’ tone coming back in. “I hope you remember it’s our 1 year anniversary tomorrow, yeah? I’ve been eyeing this diamond necklace for ages. We’ll go to the jewelry store alright? And we’ll throw a party, at My Druthers of course. I need a new dress for that so we’ll shop for that too. I’ll see you tomorrow morning baby,” you smile as you open the door and leave, not giving Rafe even a moment to speak before the door is slammed shut with full force.

Rafe sits still for a moment, tears running down his cheeks silently as the past moments settle in him. Nothing could have ever prepared him for what just happened.

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“Yeah, I have the beach cleanup to attend tomorrow, and the soup kitchen volunteering is throughout the week, along with atleast three hours of working at The Wreck everyday, and the biweekly cleaning of the boats for Mr. Smith,” he hears you go on and on about your jobs to your friend JJ. “And then maybe we’ll have enough to pool it in and get ourselves some of that fancy champagne for your birthday J,”

He hears you sigh, taking a sip of your drink as you rest your back against the wall. “You know cheap beer will do it too right? We don’t have to go all out for the alcohol,” JJ tells you.

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes at him. “It’s your 18th birthday! We are getting nice, expensive champagne for it, whether you like or not. Listen, I will have enough to buy it okay? There’s no way we aren’t having that on your birthday. We’ll be like Kooks for that day, with our champagne in those long ass glasses,” you giggle and JJ laughs with you too, nodding his head.

“That’s tempting you know? The part of wanting to feel like the Kooks,” he says.

“It sure is, and you deserve it alright? So I’ll make it happen for you,” you smile at him. You take the last sip of your drink and peer into the now empty cup. “I’ll be back alright?” You say, walking away from JJ.

Rafe watches you make your way to the bar, and decides to give you a follow. As you sit at a barstool, he sits at the one next to you, catching your eye.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the kook prince,” you smile smugly at him. He can’t help but smile back at you.

“In his full glory,” he says, his smile showing off his teeth.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, kook prince?” You ask. Rafe sees a certain glint in your eye; one that he is almost certain is of the same interest he is looking at you with.

“Let me buy you your drink, that’s all,” he says. He sees your eyebrows furrow, but they relax the next second and you nod.

“Okay…” you say, “but what’s the catch?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No catch, saw your pretty face, and I just wanted to do something nice for you,”

He sees you say nothing, just a smile on your face as you receive your ordered drink and he tells the bartender to put it on his tab. You get up from the barstool with your drink firm in your hand.

“Will I see you around, kook prince?” You ask.

Rafe’s lips are tugged in a soft smile at your words.

“You sure will,”

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

That’s all he ever wanted.

He liked you, heck – he fell in love with you, and all he ever wanted was to relieve the pain of financial troubles off your shoulders. He always thought he had a lot of money – too much if he insists, and if it means it’ll help someone and provide them some financial stability, especially when that someone is the person he’s so deeply attracted to, he doesn’t mind, at all.

But what he didn’t catch is that you never loved him back the way he did. He loved to shower you with gifts and whatever your heart desired because he wanted to be there for you.

But did he ever expect you to get so up in your head that you’ll forget all about him and just see him as someone who can give you as much money as you’ll ever need?

Absolutely not.

The wind howls outside the open window, the safe is opened and every single note in it is taken away by you, his wardrobe is opened and clothes are spilling out from it, and he’s sitting, staring at the wall, his fingertips gently grazing over the indent on his neck as tears spill down his eyes.

He’s stuck, and you’ve made it really clear that he can’t back out of this.

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f6bron · 1 year ago

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smitten.

pairing : iso x gn!reader

notes : established relationship, possessive!clingy!iso >.< , not proofread (fuck it we ball rahhhhh)

"I want you all for myself. If other guys look at you, I get worried that they might like you more than I do. But, oh well, no one can hold a candle to you beside me, babe."

In the confines of your office, the air seemed to hum with an unspoken tension. The day folded with you immersed in work, and Iso, seemingly with nothing better to do, hung around, his attention solely fixated on you. His usual demeanour had given way to an unexpected vulnerability, and his clinginess reached new heights.

“Baby, you need to let me go.” you gently insisted, trying to navigate through the sea of paperwork on your desk.

Iso responded with a low groan, nuzzling his face even further into the curve of your neck as he settled comfortably on your lap.

“No… want you close… with me.”

“But I’m working on something…” you reminded him, attempting to gently pry his arms away from you.

“Don’t care.” he declared.

His arms tightened around your waist, creating a cocoon that seemed to shield you both from the outside world. His broader figure dwarfed yours, enveloping you in a protective hold that was as comforting as it was possessive.

Today, Iso was surprisingly clingier than usual, and you couldn’t fathom the reason why. Unbeknownst to you, he had witnessed the subtle advances of Phoenix and Gekko, two fellow agents who seemed to be flirting with you. The sight somehow ignited a possessive streak within him. However, your ever blissful ignorance left you unwittingly at the center of Iso’s affectionate turmoil.

“You gotta stay with me, forever.” he whispered, his voice muffled as he punctuated each of his words with tender kisses on your exposed skin. The sentiment lingered in the air, a promise of enduring devotion that resonated beyond the confines of the office.

Flustered by his words, you attempted to reason with him. “Baby, what if someone comes in–”

“Don’t care.” Iso interrupted, his determination unwavering. In that moment, it was evident in that, in his eyes, there was no competition.

You are his and only his. And that was non-negotiable.

You sighed, conceding that today, you were losing the silent battle to free yourself from his embrace, as Iso’s neediness became more palpable. His actions spoke of a love that sought closeness, a love that refused to be hidden away.

“Y/N…? Are you cold? Your hands felt cold…” Iso inquired, a genuine concern etched across his features.

Meeting his gaze, you swear you just saw a love shape formed in his eyes, the depth of his neediness mirrored in his eyes.

“Y-yeah… a bit.”

Without his waiting for further discussion, Iso swiftly got rid of his jacket and put it on you.

“No, it’s fine! It’s not that cold–” you protested. However, Iso’s actions transcender mere temperature regulation. It was a symbolic gesture, a silent claim over you, as if to announce to the rest of the world that you belonged to him.

Well, at least to his fellow agents whom he ‘appreciates’ so much.

He shushed you gently, placing a finger on your plump lips, a silent signal that, in this moment, your opinion was secondary to his desires.

“You look good wearing my jacket like that. Don’t take it off, okay?” he murmured, his words carrying a possessive undertone that turned you into a flustered mess.

Attempting to hide your face within the collar of his jacket, you found your wrists held by Iso, preventing you from doing so. His chuckle was a blend of playfulness and genuine amusement, a melody that underscored the unique between you two.

“Y/N ~! Don’t hide that pretty face from me, I want to look at you.”

In the midst of your work, Iso’s unexpected clinginess became a silent proclamation of his feelings. His laughter, his protective yet possessive gestures, and the adoration in his eyes painted a vivid picture of a man deeply and unabashedly in love with you.

Later that day.

The headquarters’ kitchen, typically a bustling haven for the ever cooking-enthusiast Jett, but today was different. It was quiet, which provided a welcome escape from the hustle and bustle of the day. The soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant whirr of an espresso machine were the only sounds that filled the air as you entered to fetch some snacks.

Surprisingly, Phoenix was already there, and his eyes slightly widened with surprise as they landed on the oversized jacket covering almost your whole figure.

“Yo, Y/N, that jacket looks fire on ya! Stole it from Iso, eh?” Phoenix’s voice rang out, the unexpected echo shattering the usual quietness of the space. His mischievous grin added a playful edge to the comment, and you flinched, caught off guard by the sudden attention.

“Uh, I didn’t–”

“Hey, hey. How about you wear my jacket next time? I’ll even let you keep it—”

Before Phoenix could finish his sentence, a voice interrupted, cutting through the serene atmosphere of the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Turning toward the source, both you and Phoenix saw Iso’s towering figure leaned on the kitchen’s entrance frame with a warm smile.

A warm smile, which is only directed to you.

Iso couldn’t help but admired the sight of you dressed in his jacket, which looked too big on you. He should take pictures of you with his DSLR later, he thought. For his own keepsake, of course.

“What took you so long? I’ve chosen a movie to watch tonight, your all-time favourite.” Iso said, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a gentle teasing expression.

“But, I said you can choose whatever movie you want…” you said, trailing off as Iso approached.

As the two of you were about to leave the kitchen, Iso seemingly put his hand on the small of your back, a possessive yet gentle gesture.

Phoenix, however, made a grave mistake.

Phoenix looked up, meeting Iso’s intimidating eyes as he planted a soft kiss on top of your head while keeping his gaze on the fire boy. In that moment, he realised he had unintentionally crossed the line.

He fucked everything up.

The subtle shift in Iso’s demeanour, from playful to protective, sent a clear message.

Y/N was off-limits territory, and Phoenix had ventured too close to the edge.

Without uttering a single word, Iso led you out of the kitchen, leaving behind a confused Phoenix. As the kitchen door slid shut, the lingering tension in the room dissipated, leaving Phoenix to reflect the consequences of his own selfish actions.

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magiclostinfantasy · 11 months ago

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Love Undone || Mattheo Riddle x reader

Warnings: swearing Summary: When Y/N is asked out by her secret admirer, Mattheo can't help but feel jealous.

Mattheo Riddle and Y/N L/N had been inseparable since their first day at Hogwarts. Their friendship transcended the ordinary; it was a bond forged in the shared corridors of the magical castle and fortified by countless adventures. They were two halves of a whole, completing each other in ways that only the closest of friends could understand.

Lorenzo Berkshire, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Draco Malfoy were also integral parts of their tight-knit group. The group moved through the grand halls of Hogwarts, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. In their fifth year, the challenges of magical education awaited them, but together, they faced everything with a united front.

As they navigated the intricacies of spells and potions, Mattheo and Y/N stood side by side, a pair that drew attention not just for their magical prowess but for the depth of their friendship. Mattheo, with his raven-black hair and piercing eyes, complemented Y/N's warm demeanour and contagious laughter. Their camaraderie was a source of envy for many, yet their connection remained unyielding.

In the common room, late-night conversations blended with the soft crackling of the fireplace. Mattheo, Y/N, and their friends reveled in the comfort of each other's company. Hogwarts was a place of wonder, but it was their shared moments that made it truly magical.

Little did they know that the tranquillity of their friendship was about to face the turbulence of unexpected emotions, stirring a chain of events that would challenge the very foundations of their bond.

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One ordinary day, as they sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Y/N found herself distracted by a folded piece of parchment slipped discreetly onto her desk. Intrigued, she unfolded it to reveal elegant handwriting that danced across the page.

"Dear Y/N,

Your laughter is like a melody, and your eyes hold the secrets of a thousand stars. Would you grace me with your presence for a date in Hogsmeade this weekend? Meet me by the Three Broomsticks at sunset.

Yours sincerely,

Your Secret Ravenclaw Admirer"

A blush crept across Y/N's cheeks as she read the words. Mattheo noticed her distraction, nudging her gently. "What's got you so red, Y/N/N?"

With a mischievous grin, Y/N shared the letter with Mattheo and the rest of their friends. Excitement buzzed in the air as everyone speculated about the mysterious Ravenclaw suitor.

As the week progressed, Y/N couldn't help but wonder about the sender. The allure of the secret admirer and the promise of a date stirred a sense of anticipation. Mattheo, however, found himself watching Y/N more closely, a growing unease settling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't pinpoint the source of his discomfort, but the prospect of someone else capturing Y/N's attention didn't sit well with him.

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The days leading up to the weekend were a whirlwind of excitement and speculation. Y/N, still basking in the glow of the mysterious love letter, found herself caught between the thrill of the unknown and the unspoken tension that had crept into her friendship with Mattheo.

One afternoon, as they studied together in the library, Mattheo couldn't contain the turmoil brewing within him. "Y/N, are you sure about going on this date?" he asked, his voice laced with an edge of concern.

Y/N, surprised by the question, looked up from her book. "Why wouldn't I be? It's just a date, Mattheo. What's the big deal?"

Mattheo hesitated, struggling to put his feelings into words. "I just... I don't want you to get hurt, that's all. You don't really know this person. What if it's a prank or something?"

Y/N, taken aback, felt a spark of irritation. "The fuck? I can take care of myself. It's just a bloody date, and besides, it might be someone genuinely interested in getting to know me. Why are you so against it?"

As the words hung in the air, the tension between them escalated. Mattheo, torn between his protective instincts and the fear of revealing his true feelings, clenched his jaw. Y/N, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, closed her book abruptly and left the library, leaving Mattheo sitting alone, grappling with his emotions.

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The weekend arrived, bringing a flutter of anticipation to the air as Y/N prepared for her date in Hogsmeade. The common room buzzed with excitement, but a palpable tension lingered between Y/N and Mattheo.

As Y/N made her way to the meeting spot by the Three Broomsticks, Mattheo couldn't shake the unease that gnawed at him. Unable to bear the thought of Y/N with someone else, he decided to follow her, intending to keep a watchful eye from a distance.

In Hogsmeade, the charming village was alive with students enjoying their weekend getaway. Y/N anxiously scanned the crowd for her secret admirer, while Mattheo trailed behind, hidden in the shadows. Pansy and Lorenzo, sensing Mattheo's internal struggle, exchanged concerned glances but decided to let him confront his emotions.

Just as Y/N was beginning to lose hope, a handsome Ravenclaw boy with brown hair and blue eyes approached her with a shy smile. The air was filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension as they embarked on their date.

Meanwhile, Mattheo, torn between loyalty and personal turmoil, couldn't resist the urge to intervene. As the pair entered the Three Broomsticks, Mattheo attempted to discreetly cast a charm to disrupt their date, but Pansy and Lorenzo, ever watchful, intercepted him.

"The fuck are you doing?" Pansy hissed, blocking his view of Y/N and her date.

"Move, Pansy! I can't stand seeing her with someone else," Mattheo pleaded, frustration etched across his face.

Lorenzo, with a stern expression, said, "This isn't the way, Mattheo. You need to trust Y/N to make her own choices."

With Pansy and Enzo standing in his way, Mattheo watched helplessly as Y/N and her date enjoyed a cosy corner in the bustling pub. His heart sank, as he watched her laugh with someone that wasn’t him.

In the aftermath of the failed sabotage, Y/N had discovered what Mattheo had attempted. The air hung heavy with tension between the two of them. The common room felt suffocating with unspoken words and wounded emotions.

Unable to avoid the confrontation any longer, Y/N sought out Mattheo in a quiet corner of the common room. "Mattheo, what the fuck were you thinking? Why would you try to ruin my date?" she demanded, hurt evident in her eyes.

Mattheo, unable to meet her gaze, struggled to find the right words. "Fucking hell, Y/N, I love you! I couldn't stand seeing you with that jackass."

The confession hung in the air, freezing time as Y/N processed the weight of Mattheo's words. The realisation hit her with a mix of surprise and clarity. The tension between them, the jealousy, and the unspoken emotions—they all made sense now.

"Why didn't you say anything before?" Y/N asked, her voice softer, the anger giving way to a vulnerable curiosity.

Mattheo looked up, meeting her eyes. "I was afraid of ruining our friendship. I didn't want to risk losing you altogether."

Y/N took a moment, absorbing his words, then whispered, "You idiot, I've loved you since our third year." Mattheo's eyes widened in surprise, hope flickering within them.

With a tender smile, Y/N continued, "I thought you didn't feel the same way, so I kept my feelings to myself. But if you're willing to, we can start something new."

Relief and joy flooded Mattheo's expression as he pulled Y/N into a passionate kiss. The common room, witnesses to the highs and lows of their friendship, seemed to sigh in contentment as the two friends-turned-lovers embraced the beginning of a new chapter.

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whorediaries-09 · 10 months ago

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maneater;

pairing- neighbor!james potter x reader warning(s)-18+ content, stalker behavior, darkish themes but reciprocated. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- i'm sorry about the harry potter fic. i've realized my mistake, and thus i've deleted it.

the slut club

i wanna see you all on your knees, knees

he was feral. you were standing by the window, your curtains folded, stripping away every piece of clothing you had. the moonlight reflected on your skin. you were a goddess, a descend from heaven in his eyes. you were a beauty he wanted only for himself. heat crept up to his neck when you turned around, revealing your breasts. he wondered how you would look if he marked the skin, of places only he could see. he wondered how your skin would feel against his lips. he thoughts led him to a place, of transcending heaven. it was sheer hell, when his hand unconsciously travelled to his crotch. he could feel the heat radiating off his body. he bit his lip, as guilt pooled within the pit of his stomach.

it was wrong he thought, so wrong. but it felt so right when he slid down his pants, sliding his hand on his cock. it felt heavy within his own grip. and for a moment, he could swear you looked into his eyes. of course he wouldn't miss the fire in your eyes. the same eyes he loved, lusted over for. he imagined how you'd look up at him when you sucked him off. he imagined how his cock would look sliding between your breasts.

he felt the rush of hormones firing within him. it felt wrong, but he couldn't resist you. he couldn't resist the thoughts that clogged his head. you made him crazy, drove him into a hell of sheerness of lust and ecstasy. the heat crept within his skin when he felt his orgasm escape, painting his pants.

'shit,' he whispered, as his eyes crawled over to your window. the curtains were drawn, the lights were out.

*****

the bed was stuffy. the air was too warm on his skin. he was breathless. it was as if a weight pressed upon him. the sleep that had crossed his head was slowly escaping.

'come on james, show me those pretty eyes of yours,'

was he dreaming? he didn't want the sleep to escape him now...

the weight now pressed down on his sides. he felt something on his hair, a soothing sensation. he didn't want it to end. he closed his eyes tighter, trying to escape back to sleep.

trying.

a familiar flowery scent infused with a musk of vanilla haunted him. it was so near, yet so far. it was his mind, playing dirty tricks on him. it was his thoughts. it was your scent. he'd caught up on it when he'd helped you pick up your fallen groceries. you were about to fall on broken eggs, but he'd caught you, feeling your body through your clothes. you'd given him a quiet thank you and a smile, and he thought his heart would've broken with how you stared at him.

'come on, wake up baby,'

his eyes fluttered open, as he escaped his sleep. his eyes widened. it wasn't out of fear, rather about how you were on top of him, straddling his chest. you had a wicked smile on your face, a fervorous lust in your eyes. it felt like a dream come true. your fingers were buried in his curls. his lips parted, and he whispered your name. it was sweet from his tongue.

'you've been a very naughty boy james,' you whispered into his ear. your hot breathe fanned over his face and over his tender features. his heart fluttered, as your hips moved towards his crotch. you sucked on your fingers,

'answer me honey, hmm?' you pushed your fingers into his mouth. his lips wrapped around your fingers, as he sucked deliriously on them, trying to feel your skin on his tongue. you moved down, now straddling his waist.

'i-i'm sorry,'

you stared at him with malice in your eyes. throwing him a dirty, lopsided smirk, you started grinding your hips against his. soft moans left his mouth paired with feeble whimpers.

'are you going to be a good boy? are you going to behave yourself james?' his whimpers increased. he was putty in your hands. he'd be on his knees for you. he'd do anything you'd tell him to. just to be your good boy.

because you were his drug, a poison to be addicted to.

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writingonleaves · 5 months ago

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how can you look so peaceful when you know i'm gonna leave - joseph woll

pairing: joseph woll x original female character

warnings: swearing, fluff central, talks of marriage, barely proofread

inspired by + title: "staying" by lizzy mcalpine

word count: 2.1k

author's note: a short love letter to long distance relationships, which, while brutal, are beautiful in its own way. a love so soft that its meaning transcends distance ... it's possible folks! i've lived it! wanted to put something quick out to get back into my writer brain again. i hope you all enjoy this one <3

Goodbyes are par for the course for Evangeline Patel and Joseph Woll.

Their first real one was when they weren’t even dating yet. Something more than friends. Something just below commitment. It was after their sophomore year of Boston College, when Joseph went back home to St. Louis and Evie went back home to New York. Evie hadn’t wanted to let go as Joseph lingered by the door, having helped her pack stuff into her car.

They were dating a year later during the second real goodbye, when Joseph’s BC season ended and he went to Toronto. But that time they had plans of visiting each other’s hometowns in the summer and the goodbyes felt more like promises and not finalities.

When two collegiate hockey players date each other, they get more comfortable being apart than together with opposing practice and game schedules. But everyone knew, even at the start, that Evie and Joseph wouldn’t ever be driven apart by distance.

And that stayed true through every ‘goodbye’ and ‘see you soon,’ whether literal or figurative. Through when shoulder surgery sidelined Evie and her dreams to go professional. Through when Joseph signed his deal with Toronto and Evie stayed at BC. Through when Evie’s post-grad journey took her back home to New York.

They’ve passed every test thrown at them, every obstacle tossed in their way. As heartbreaking as it sounds, goodbyes are a part of what makes Evie and Joseph work.

Because when they finally say hello again, it always feels like the first time they locked eyes, during a meeting during their freshman year when all the student athletes were gathering together.

Tonight, after spending their sixth year anniversary, they’re on the precipice of another goodbye. Joseph has to go back to Toronto for training camp and the Leafs don’t play the Rangers until late January. Evie always spends the holidays with her family, and Joseph has always respected that.

Four months. They’ve done worse. But the familiar heaviness settles in her stomach as she curls up in bed, reaching out to place a stray hair back where it belongs. He looks at her in a way that makes her feel like nothing and no one can hurt her.

It’s been that way for six years and she’s so lucky.

He narrows his eyes playfully, tapping his pointer finger gently on her forehead. “What are you thinking so hard about?”

Evie sighs with a wistful smile. “Nothing.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

He leans forward to press a kiss on her forehead. “I know you’re lying. Tell me.”

She relents, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. That’s what you’re thinking about?”

She shrugs. “Do you ever think about what life would be like if we didn’t have to be apart so much?”

“All the time,” he says. “I probably wouldn’t be as upset coming home after a loss.”

Evie chuckles, but that’s not what she means. “I mean, like, I don’t know. If you had thought about breaking it off when you went to Toronto or when I went to New York or…”

Joseph’s eyebrows furrow. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Shit. “No, no! Not at all. Sorry. I probably should’ve brought that up more gracefully.”

He grins. “That’s okay. You rarely think before you speak. I know that.” He earns a light slap for that. “But to answer your question, no. Not really. Even among all the uncertainties of going to Toronto, you were always the constant. I knew that no matter what changes would come, I’d always want and need you to be in my life.”

She feels her heart rush with emotions. Even after six years, he can still make her feel like a lovesick idiot. “How did you know that early on?”

He rubs her shoulder with his thumb. “You make my brain calm down. Even on our first date, my hands were so sweaty and I didn’t know if you were gonna think dinner was too cheesy but you just made me feel so at peace.”

“It was cheesy,” she points out as he lightly pinches her skin in retaliation, which makes her laugh. “But it was you. So I didn’t care.”

“Talk about cheesy,” he snickers. “But yeah. I never had a doubt. I knew that even though it was very likely we wouldn’t live in the same city, it would be worth it. It was more if you wanted it.”

“What do you mean?”

He swallows. She plays with his fingers, something that always calms him down. “Well, when I first went to Toronto, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to, you know, keep this going. And I would’ve understood. You were gonna be at BC another year and then be who knows where and I could’ve moved around at any moment. Not being able to give you that stability…it’s still something I worry about.”

“I think we’ve made it work this long,” she says playfully.

“We have, and I wouldn’t change it for anything,” he assures. “And usually, I’m fine. But, you know, on the days I miss you more than usual, the thought creeps into my head.”

She catches his hand that’s been rubbing her shoulder and places a kiss on his palm. “Honey, I appreciate the concern, I really do. But I knew what I was getting to. And I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“I feel very lucky that you are.”

Sap. Evie lays back down on his chest. “That still doesn’t mean this gets easier though.”

“Yeah. I know.”

She glances around the room, stopping at momentos she’s collected throughout the years. The BC flag she has hanging above her door. The puck for the first goal she ever scored for the Eagles on the corner of her desk. A stuffed elephant Joseph won her in an arcade four years ago. A cork board filled with scraps of memories, tickets to concerts, boarding passes and little notes she’s gotten from friends and family.

Right in the center is a ticket to Joseph’s first game in net for the Leafs. November 13, 2021. She’ll never forget it, getting special permission from her coach to meet the team at New Hampshire the next day for their game so that she could go up to Buffalo to catch the Leafs play the Sabres.

Her eyes then scan to the bouquet of lilies on her night stand, courtesy of Joseph from when they stopped by a flower shop yesterday. Then to the duvet that he had gifted her for her birthday last year because she needed a new one.

And then finally, to him. Those blue eyes that always hold so much warmth. The eyes she immediately saw when she woke up from her surgery, a professional hockey career officially out of reach. The eyes she always looks for in a room, whether he’s there or not.

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hm?”

“Lost you for a minute.”

“Sorry,” she shakes her head. “Were you saying something?”

“Nah,” he says with a smile, kissing her forehead. “Four months isn’t too bad.”

“Joseph,” she deadpans. “It’s not great either.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m just trying not to be sad about it now because I know it’s inevitable. You think it would get easier after six years.”

“I hope some of the Toronto jobs I applied to get back to me.”

He sighs and she can’t blame him. It’s a conversation they’ve had multiple times. “Me too, Eve. But-”

“Go where the job you want takes you, yeah, I know,” she finishes for him. “But I’m ready for a change. And I miss living in the same city. Or country. Even that’s a start.”

Joseph snorts. “Yeah. That would be nice.” He reaches over to dim the lights. “Well, if anything, I’m glad we get to at least spend anniversaries together.”

She hums. They miss out on a lot in each other’s lives — her birthday which is in March, various holidays, Valentine’s Day — but anniversaries are in the summer. And that can be theirs.

Sometimes Evie does wonder what life would be like if they weren’t dating. If she hadn’t taken the chance and asked for the shy, cute boy’s number. If she hadn’t realized at a BC men’s hockey game that the goalie in net was so talented that she couldn’t take her eyes away. If she hadn’t said yes to going on the first date. By then she had already known he was on his way to Toronto sooner rather than later. And she still said yes.

She went to her childhood best friend’s older sister’s wedding a month ago. Her and Joseph have talked about marriage — they’ve been dating for so long it would be strange if they hadn’t — but it wasn’t until Paige and Taylor were saying “I Do” as they put rings on each other’s fingers, Paige’s jumpsuit and Taylor’s dress flowing gracefully with the wind, did Evie look at her own ring finger for a split second and yearn for something for the first time.

Well, he’s leaving tomorrow. Might as well bring it up now.

“You know, if we want to get married eventually, we probably should be in the same city.” She holds her breath, waiting for his reaction, fiddling with her necklace.

(It’s a silver maple leaf charm that Joseph had gotten her right before he left for Toronto. Evie hasn’t taken it off since.)

“You’re my favorite person in the world.” He rushes out, almost like he’s stumbling over his words. But they’re no less genuine, eyes wide and cheeks the slightest bit red. She loves all of him, but she loves him the most like this. When he’s completely vulnerable, no filter and only hers.

She has to share him with a whole city who lives and breathes hockey. He does a good job of reminding her consistently that even with all that, what’s theirs is theirs and always will be. It’s moments like these when she remembers.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I also know you very well,” He taps his finger on her forehead. “Just be patient, baby. It’s coming.”

She decides to act dumb, hoping she’s not clamming up. “What’s coming?”

Joseph snorts. “Yeah, nice try.” He takes it a step further, taking her left hand and rubbing her ring finger smoothly. “I knew I wanted to marry you the second your eyes opened after your surgery.”

Evie’s not sure what to be shocked at first. The fact that he immediately picked up on her signals or what he just said. She blinks. Surgery. Her shoulder surgery. Which was-

“That was like, five years ago.”

He shrugs before taking a deep breath, and she knows he’s also thinking back to that time. She didn’t know it at the time, but they’ve talked about it since. Joseph had been downright terrified, sitting in the waiting room for hours while Evie was in the operating room. He had flown to New York specifically to be by her side when she woke up. They hadn’t even been dating for a year and a half at that point, and he still says it was one of the scariest moments of his life.

“Why then?” She asks. She has to know.

He smiles softly. “I know it was stupid, and the success rate of that surgery is so high, but I was so, so afraid you wouldn’t wake up or it wouldn’t be successful. Then when you woke up and I saw your eyes, I realized that I don’t think I could go through my life without seeing those eyes. I guess it’s kinda cruel that I don’t literally get to everyday, but you know what I mean.”

“Oh,” she mutters. Because what else can she say? “So you do want to get married.”

A pause, then a bark of laughter. “Of course I want to get married.” She must flinch because Joseph immediately softens. “Sorry, babe. I’m not making fun of you. I just-I thought you knew. I’ve wanted to marry you for a long time. We’re just, you know, we’re young and I knew neither one of us wanted to be married young even though we could’ve been by now.”

Evie bites her lip. “You know that I don't need a ring, right?”

“I know,” he says with a warm smile. “But you’re getting one anyways. Soon. I promise. Can’t let you slip away that easy, eh?”

“First of all, I know you play there, but you’re not Canadian so stop with the ‘eh,’ he snorts before she continues. “Secondly, you kinda have had me for awhile now. Don’t think I could slip away even if I wanted to.”

He laughs before turning serious, placing a soft but poignant kiss on her lips. “I love you. I’ll miss you.”

“I love you too,” Evie says, biting her lip as she wipes a tear from his cheek. “I miss you always.”

(Three months later, Joseph proposes during sunset in Boston, echoing to their very first date when they had dinner and walked by the Charles River during sunset. Five months later, Evie gets a job offer in Toronto.)

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suosgirl · 5 months ago

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Hello! I just gotta tell you how much I loved your "Shishtoren's princess" ☺️💖 it had me giggling and kicking my feet, I swear 🤭

I hope you don't mind me requesting a much needed suo (plus any other chatacter if u want) x reader who's always tired (totally not self endulgent 🤡).

Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to 😊

- 🐮 anon

Sleep is for the Weak (is it though?)

Word Count: 544

୨ৎ Read me before interacting!

୨ৎ Pairing: Hayato Suo x f!reader

୨ৎ Warnings: fluff (sickening fluff, like tooth-rotting fluff)

୨ৎ Note: The way that I felt so seen with this request HAHA and thank you so much for the sweetest words!! I work 2 jobs and literally I always feel like there’s never enough time in the day nor enough time to sleep so I am perpetually tired all the time. I run on iced coffee and a dream (and nicotine) haha…ha. But I really loved writing this ahhhh it was incredibly self-indulgent on my end as well!!! Thank you for the fun request my 🐮 lovebug anon!!! ♡

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♡ Suo’s an observant guy – within just hanging out with eachother a handful of times, he already noticed the little yawns that you cover your hand with or the sudden bursts of blinking that you do when you find yourself nodding off.

♡ The first time he notices it, he thinks that maybe you’ve just had a restless night … but then he sees you a couple days later and he’s seeing it again.

♡ Now he’s noticing it every time you guys are together (and even when you’re not).

♡ Sometimes you’ll be texting and it’ll go silent on your end for at least 30 minutes to an hour or two – and then he’ll get a little ping from his phone and it’s you apologizing and saying that you just woke up from a nap.

♡ He won’t admit that he thinks it’s cute and turns it on you instead.

♡ “I guess I’m not interesting enough to keep you awake :(“

♡ And then the teasing transcends from text to in-person.

♡ He sees you try to hide your little yawn by turning your face into your shoulder and he’s going in.

♡ “Oh? Is it nap time?”

♡ “Was that a yawn, my sleepy girl?”

♡ His favorite thing about teasing you while you’re tired is that you simply don’t have enough energy to banter back with him – all you can do is pout and slowly blink at him (you’re angry in lowercase).

♡ He hates that he’s weak for it.

♡ “Don’t be silly, lay on my shoulder.”

♡ For as much as he teases you though, he’s just as thoughtful.

♡ If you both are out with everyone, he’s already set a curfew in mind for when you both should leave so that you can rest.

♡ “Are you ready to leave, sleepyhead?”

♡ Absolutely loves tucking you in – it’s so domestic and sickeningly sweet but sometimes you’ll mutter a soft “thank you” and it has his heart beating just a tad faster.

♡ Bonus points: pull on his sleeve when he’s about to leave and he’s smitten.

♡ “Ah, well if you insist, love.”

♡ “Come on – scoot over, sleepy girl.”

♡ If you enjoy drinking coffee, he likes that too.

♡ There’s just something about looking down and seeing his cup of tea next to your coffee – like coffee is just so you and tea is just so him.

♡ When you lay your head in his lap, he melts at the sight. Sometimes he’ll just appreciate your beauty while you doze off.

♡ He listens to your soft breathing and runs his hands through your hair. If he’s in the mood, will let his eyes close alongside yours.

♡ Anytime you have plans together, always asks if you’re up for it. If you’re just too tired – that’s okay!

♡ He would never want you to push your body or force yourself to do something that you don’t have the energy for – simply just pats your head and asks what you’d like to do instead.

♡ Despite what you would think, doesn’t get mad at all that you fall into fits of sleep when you’re around him – because he gets to make sure that you’re resting.

#melody answers (& loves it)#hayato suo x reader #wind breaker fluff #hayato suo #going to bed rn so if this is rlly good then that means it was rlly accurate LMAO #also ... if u see typos... kindly look away #i want suo to call me a sleepy girl so bad ugh #sleepyhead too #hes just so sweet abt it i know it he told me #actually he's tucking me in rn as i write this #LOVED THIS ugh. more requests like this pls. i love cute lil requests like this.#getting delulu ending tags now #actually i hope i did ur request justice bc im second guessing now #lmk and ill rewrite it my sweet 🐮 anon #melody writes (& never stops)

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damn-stark · 11 months ago

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Chapter 20 Intergalactic

Chapter 20 of Sugar

A/N- I know Uraume’s gender is not disclosed but they’re still mother, so, mother vs mother off this chapter

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!, fluff?, Violence, death, blood and gore, spoilers, SLOW BURN, heavy pining, Kenjaku being weird, long chapter, and we start switching to the manga now too!!

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- 2x22-2x23, and chapter 138 from the manga

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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Breathe. Breathe…

Think with both the heart and mind, even if you’re pissed over Noritoshi Kamo possessing Suguru’s body, even if you’re in agony and mad at yourself for not being able to save Nanako and Mimiko. And even if you’re directing all that boiling anger to the man making a living hell you have to be rational just like you’ve been taught.

Yet when you step into the crater left behind by the chaos that transcended today, all you feel is raging anger at the sight of Noritoshi Kamo. Even if he’s in Suguru’s body and you love him, after what happened earlier, after he took Satoru, all you feel is hatred for this man.

It actually reminds you of a quote you like by Edgar Allen Poe, “years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of minute”, because all you want to do is kill him.

“You really are a relentless one, aren't you? It must run in the family,” Noritoshi announces your entrance and makes everyone's eyes that were trained on him fall on you, a ghost, the woman who is supposed to be dead.

“Smile,” he quips at you with a growing malicious smirk, “aren't you happy to see me?”

You stop striding and narrow your gaze to a burning glare. “No,” you grimace and curl your hand into a fist. “But when we cross paths in hell maybe then I will.”

Noritoshi snickers. “You’re going to have to wait a long time before I show up.”

You smirk and tap into your fire-cursed technique, causing the dragon mark on your arm to glow and making the veins under your skin glow as flames lick your flesh, craving to release.

“I don't mind waiting,” you counter.

“Y/N?!”

You drift your eyes to where your name is being called and see Itadori on his knee, covered in blood, and with half of his jacket torn. He looks baffled upon seeing you on your two feet and breathing—Which you’re surprised you are too, but regardless, past the blood and the determination painted over his face, you see relief and exhaustion. So you break the scowl on your face and offer him a small smirk.

Itadori offers you a small nod in return, and you proceed to look past him, catching Panda in his gorilla form, and another teenager you don't recognize. Past them, you see Kusakabe, Utahime, and two other students with them. All of whom look just as baffled to see you.

So it makes you wonder who all thinks you're dead; Nanami?

Where is he by the way you wonder since you don't see him here, and knowing him he'd be on the frontlines trying to protect who he can.

Unless he's hurt.

Is he hurt?

If he is, Shoko’s got him.

“Hey, Choso,” Noritoshi cuts you from your stupor, making you look to your side to see that Choso finally caught up.

When you made it past the veil and saw all the destruction, and the giant crater on the ground that looked almost apocalyptic, you went a bit overzealous and ran faster than you should have, leaving Choso behind.

“Looks like you’ve realized it,” Noritoshi adds nonchalantly, whereas Choso is panting and enraged.

So much so that you hear him grind his teeth from where you stand before he bellows, “so that's how it is! Noritoshi Kamo!”

Said man doesn't give any reaction, he doesn't flinch to start an attack, he's overly calm and collected.

“It's not above you to ally yourself with the stray, huh, Y/N?” Noritoshi directs at you as he drifts his eyes over to you.

You clench your jaw at the sound of your name coming out of his lips and snap back. “Don't talk to me like you know me, Kamo.”

Noritoshi huffs. “Noritoshi Kamo is merely one of the many names I’ve had,” he retorts. “Call me whatever you like.”

“How dare you,” Choso growls. “How dare you make me try to kill Itadori?! My little brother!

You watch him walk ahead without giving any thought to what he wants to do, which is dangerous regardless of how strong he might be, or how vengeful he might feel at the moment, so you try to interject, “Choso, wait.”

You go after him, but when you reach his side you both stop when a small figure with white hair, dressed in monk’s garments, menacingly slides in front of Noritoshi out of the blue.

They then quickly stand up straight and immediately imbue their hand with cursed energy.

“Stand down, third-rate,” they grimace. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion to what they just said whilst you make your flames begin to lick the surface of your palm.

“Move it!” Choso exclaims angrily with a swing of his hand. “I’m his older brother!”

“Feeling scared there Noritoshi?” You tease the man in your husband's body. “You need a little nun to come fight for you?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Scared of what? You? I know all your moves, this body turned you into the sorcerer you are.”

You fist your hand and laugh. “Half true, sure, but you forget who really turned me into the sorcerer I am. She deserves the credit, she taught me a lot more than he could, but you can underestimate me if you want.” You sigh and rest your hand on your hip as you slide your eyes to the person with white hair and a red stain on their short bob.

“You,” you point your chin at them and shoot them a sweet smile. “Why don’t you come here and I’ll give you some sugar, honey,” you speak in a silky voice and raise your other hand to blow them a kiss.

“Huh? How dare you speak to me like half-wit,” they snarl.

You smirk and feel Choso’s eyes on you so you return his gaze, but then proceed to spare Itadori a glance, seeing him look baffled by who you're standing by and by what’s unfolding. Yet there’s no time to explain, just to demonstrate, so you look back at Choso and share a short determined look that makes him step forward and raise blood off the ground to spin it elegantly around him as he summons it all to his hands.

When the blood is in between his palms, you see steam rise out of the gaps between his hands before he suddenly shoots it in the blink of an eye, managing to impale it through the hands of the person beside Noritoshi.

All while the man himself jumps out of the way, making you walk past Choso’s back to face Noritoshi with flames slowly imbuing your hand.

Noritoshi sees you and prepares to counter, but you discreetly use your feet on the ground instead and kick over spikes that move underground. And when they’re behind him they pop out and shoot at him from behind, however, he dodges your attack just like you thought he would and slides away, right into the spot Choso carves out with his blood.

Which is fucking impressive. The magnitude and power of his blood are truly astonishing, and the fact that he uses it to shoot the earth beneath Noritoshi hundreds of feet into the air using just his blood is amazing. You can’t help but watch him with slight awe as he quickly chases after Noritoshi all the way to the top.

Albeit since he does leave, you’re left behind with the monk.

“It’s just you and me now,” you direct at them and slide one foot back to position yourself in a fighting stance.

“Let’s make this quick,” they quip and lift their head to blow out a mist into the sky.

You blink in confusion and lift your gaze. And just as you look up you smirk as you catch sharp icicles raining down.

Thus before they can hit you, you throw your hands up to shoot fire out and burn through the hard ice, making sparks fly out like fireworks at first contact before those icicles turn to water you pull down to form into an orb in between your palms.

“So it is true you are a pest,” they grimace and harden their scowl.

You hum in agreement and then break into a sprint towards them.

They don’t falter and mirror your actions.

Just as you’re going to meet halfway, you summon a gust of air to mix with the water and shape it into sharp needles before you blast it at their stomach, considering air and water don’t mix well and normally hurt when they’re both together and angry.

Yet they of course counter you perfectly and freeze the water before shaping it into a blade in their palm. And since you’re close to clashing against them you slide forward on your feet.

They quickly swing down when you’re close, but you meet their attack with your hands basked by flames, causing the ice to halt in your hands as it begins to melt instead of hurting you.

However, they are strong, and the ice they can make is a perfect counter to all four of your elements. Besides, it seems that they might be older than they look, so they’re wiser and stronger than meets the eye. Defeating them won’t be easy, even if you see their wounded hand falter and twitch.

“You know what, I like you,” you let them know. “You’re the first person I know with a technique similar to mine. It’s too bad we’re on opposing sides.”

They push you down harder, making your legs bend, but you continue trying to push their ice blade up.

“Do you usually talk so much?” They spat at you.

“Depends,” you say, and tilt your head while you pull back your fire-wrapped fist, making them ready to counter.

However, instead, you make a thin pillar of the ground blast out from beneath them and smash it over their torso, causing them to be thrown up a few feet in the sky.

Before they can counter you hastily gather the air around them, and then proceed to run a few paces ahead before you hop and flip in the air to whip the wind around their neck with a swing of your leg, and smash them on the ground.

When you swiftly land on your feet you move pieces of the earth around them to trap their body underground, and then use the air to boost yourself up the large pillar Choso impressively rose.

Once you make it above the surface you see Noritoshi has Choso’s arm twisted over his back, so without thinking you scowl at the sight, looking like a menacing shadow no one can see but you feel behind them. So before either man can see you when they look back, you blast towards Noritoshi and grab a fistful of his hair and the back of his neck.

He reacts with a groan and lets Choso go.

“My brother,” you sneer by his ear. “Give him back.”

Noritoshi snickers and twists one hand back. “I’ll have that curse back, thank you,” he interjects and suddenly you feel the weight around your shoulders lift off as the Worm-cursed spirit begins to float to Noritoshi’s hand.

However, he should’ve known better, Suguru said he did this too and just like then, the moment the Worm touches Noritoshi’s fingers, it ends up burning him and it bounces back to you.

“It doesn’t work like that,” you spat spitefully since he just tried to steal your Worm-cursed spirit.

“Tsk.”

You smirk smugly, and Choso sees that the Worm mimics your gesture as if you were one. You then snap your eyes towards Choso, and so does the Worm, but Choso only holds your fire-kissed eyes; which are filled with words not spoken, but speechless words he understood seconds before you shove your knee through Noritoshi’s back and slam him towards Choso.

And since he had read what you wanted to do, he throws Noritoshi a right hook and makes the man stumble.

You quickly try to overwhelm him, but Noritoshi snaps his head towards you and sends out multiple eel-like curses at you using a portal made in front of his feet, causing you to leave Choso alone to avoid the attack.

Which you only manage to avoid because you think fast and use slices of the earth to shuffle away.

The moment you’re at a safer distance, you pull down the moistness around you that's naked to the human eye and form the water into spears that you shoot through the open mouths of the curses.

When the water is inside you quickly begin to drown them from the inside before you make the water explode out of their flesh and exorcize them.

Yet now that you can focus on Noritoshi and Choso again, you see Choso throw punch after punch, but Noritoshi keeps dodging each swing with quite ease. He doesn’t let up one bit, and just as you try to help Choso, Noritoshi kicks his torso harshly, making you gasp as you hear the impact against his body.

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” Noritoshi tells Choso as he begins to fall down the pillar. “You’re exhausted, aren't you?”

“So what?” Choso spats, and you both jump after Noritoshi at the same time.

“Is that any reason not to risk my life for the younger brother right in front of me?” Choso adds loudly so his voice can be carried through the howling wind, making Noritoshi chuckle, while you smirk softly in admiration.

That is until Noritoshi snaps his attention to you. “I see you want to play Gojo.” He snickers. “I’ll play along. Remind me you like it rough don’t you?”

You scrunch your nose in disgust and spat back. “Don’t be a perv and poke around through his memories.”

“I say only what I see,” he counters and his response triggers you.

Who does he think is? Going through and seeing Suguru’s personal memories, talking to you like he knows you on a personal level as if he and Suguru are one now because he stole Suguru’s body.

Well he’s wrong, he’s not Suguru. He can never be him, and the way he talks to you is wrong.

He’s not him…

It’s why you tear three large pieces of the earth off the large pillar and hurl them at him out of rage.

Of course, Noritoshi misses the first two, but you manage to slam the third one at him and keep pushing him down. Before he can hit the ground, you tilt face down and boost yourself forward. When you reach the piece of debris you swing your fist and smash through the hard rock, breaking it into pieces and facing Noritoshi with your jaw clenched, your nose flared, and your lips curled to a furious scowl. He prepares to attack, but you beat him by a second and manage to grab his throat and slam him down on the ground, creating a small crater where he lands.

Right before he can counter you use water trapped underground and make it travel up. However, he hears the movement of the water rising, and just as the water violently blasts out of the ground he snaps his head to the side, missing being hit on the back of his head by mere seconds.

However, you’re relentless and rise up another blast of water, and he barely misses again.

“You’re starting to piss me off,” he grimaces and slaps his hand on your torso. “I didn’t want to kill you yet, but maybe then—“

Knowing what he can do with his technique from a close proximity like this, you don’t finish hearing what he has to say and quickly use the water you were just using to push away from him

When you’re close to Choso, you land on the ground and slide back.

Choso peers at you and you look at him, and from the corner of your eye, you see Noritoshi move, so you look back to where you left him, but he’s gone.

“What the,” you gasp and turn your head, and barely catch him above Choso with his fist raised.

“Choso!” You warn him and regardlessly blast him away using the air.

Noritoshi slams his fist on the ground but doesn’t get discouraged by his failure, instead, he follows by snapping his head towards you with a smirk.

You stand your ground and reach back to pull out a blade from the Worm’s mouth. Noritoshi gets close so you quickly bask your blade with fire and swing the moment Noritoshi swings, but he swerves you. Choso sneaks up behind him, and you see him try to reach over, but Noritoshi swerves and has Choso stumble towards you.

Before he can crash into you he balances back on his feet and you meet his intense gaze fueled with rage to share your thoughts with your gaze alone, hoping he understands even if you fear that he won’t.

Nevertheless, when you consume the flames on your blade to instead crack the ground with fire and aim it at Noritoshi with ease, Choso surprises you and lunges while Noritoshi is distracted, just like you wanted, and manages to hit his father with a sharp uppercut.

“Yes,” you whisper with pride and put the blade away to move your hand and counter with another attack using the elements.

However, before you can do a thing, suddenly hard and bitter ice grows around you and captures your entire body in place, leaving you only able to move your eyes, and see your failure to stop this sorcerer with the ice technique.

They captured everyone with their ice, Itadori, the students, Utahime, Kusakabe, and Choso.

Sure you can easily melt this way, but you still should’ve stopped them before. Damn.

Damn. Damn!

You exhale deeply and hear Choso complain near you too. “Tsk.”

“Don’t kill them,” Noritoshi tells his ally. “I need messengers.”

You slightly squint out of curiosity while you begin to use your fire through your arms to melt the ice into water.

“Is that any reason to leave them all alive?” The monk argues and lifts their wounded hand to show how they heal it.

“This ice isn’t enough!” Choso cuts in and puts his hand over the icy surface. “Flowing Red scale!”

Once again he surprises you by using his blood to melt the ice. Which, you never knew blood manipulators could do anything at the scale he does things. It’s so fascinating!

But regardless, as the ice around you now turns to a puddle because of your fire's intensity, the monk approaches you and points one ice-covered finger at you, and then another at Choso.

“Then how much is?” They threaten him and then look at you. “Let’s test it out on the both of you. Tell me when.”

The ice over their finger extends, but you grow flames out of the ground around Choso and you, to help him out of the ice and block their attempts.

Nevertheless, just as you get ready to blast them with fire, simultaneously, Itadori then runs through the fire at a speed you see almost as a flash, and kicks Choso out of the ice, leaving you baffled.

“Whose body do you think that is?!” The monk spats back, letting you fall back to where Itadori and Choso are to face the monk at a distance as you think of a clever way to immobilize them. Or kill them.

“You’re our ally, right?” Itadori asks Choso.

“No!” Choso shouts, making you twist your neck to side-eye him.

“Huh?” Itadori exclaims.

“I'm your older brother,” Choso reveals.

Itadori’s eyes narrow and his eyebrows furrow as he snaps back. “Could you please take this seriously?!”

You sigh in annoyance.

“Why don’t you try saying it once, for starters,” Choso rebuttals. “Call me, big brother.”

“Why don’t you both take this seriously,” you scold them as you keep your eyes on Noritoshi.

“I was just telling him the truth,” Choso argues.

“Are you working with him, Geto?” Itadori asks you now.

You nod. “He is your ally. I trust him,” you vouch for Choso without hesitation. “Talk later. Oh, and by the way do you know where Nanami is? It’s unlike him to miss this,” you change the subject and glance over at Itadori.

The shirtless boy meets your gaze and the annoyed scowl falls to a frown.

“What?” You press. “He doesn’t answer his phone.”

Itadori mutters your first name quietly, but that’s all he gets to do because you hear someone flying overhead. And when you look up you see some blond girl on a wooden broom, as if she’s some cartoon witch.

“Tool manipulation,” you hear her chant as she lands on the ground. “Wind Scythe!”

She blasts wind toward Noritoshi and the monk, but they quickly dismiss it. Which is predictable. They’re too strong, which means you need to fight with a lot more fiery.

You need to bring them out…

“Itadori!” The girl yells and catches your attention. “We’re the only ones who can move right now! We need to buy time for Utahime to finish her preparations!”

Preparations? What does that intake?

Whatever, you’ll help regardless.

“Supreme art,” you mutter under your breath and loosen your fists. “Hell—”

You cut yourself off as you see the monk bend down to press their palm on the ground, meaning only one thing; they’re going to use their ice. So you drop what you’re going to say and quickly bend down to mimic their actions, but instead, summon flames out of your palms whereas they bring out ice.

“Yuji Itadori, is the only messenger you need, right?!” They yell as a dangerous layer of ice begins to form out like a sheet at first before big icicles grow out and rapidly rush towards you.

You quickly counter by sending a hot wave of fire out to clash against their ice, causing the fire and the ice to sizzle and blast out thick steam.

Yet that doesn’t seem to be hot enough, the ice continues approaching at a slower pace now, but it comes, so you need to think bigger, and attack the source before they turn you into cute popsicles.

“Hm,” you hum and smirk down at the ground as your fire is suddenly being seeped by the ground, leaving Itadori confused.

“Y/n?!” He calls out as the ice intensifies.

You swing The Worm off your shoulders and place him on the ground to sway your hips as you slowly walk forward, and creep on a menacing smirk on your face as you look at the white-haired monk.

“I’m a special grade Yuji Itadori,” you respond and peer over your shoulder, letting him, the small blond student, and Choso see your red-orange colored eyes give off a spark as if the fire was alive in your eyes.

Itadori looks at you confused, just like the other student does, but Choso’s lips pull to a smirk and his eyes widen with awe you miss when you look ahead again.

“I’m fighting fire with fire,” you mumble and slowly put your hands out as you continue striding forward at a slow pace.

When your arms are spread out, a deafening silence settles for a second before suddenly the ground erupts as fire blasts out of the ground like an enormous geyser, burning away all the ice that spread on the ground, and the ice that was falling from the sky.

The fire captures you in the progress, but it only burns away the tight black uniform on your body, leaving light white linen wrapped around your breasts that travels over your shoulders to connect with the linen around your hips, and elegantly flows down over your lower body, leaving long slits over the front of both legs.

Which is practically inconvenient in any battle scenario, but you find this option helpful, you discovered that in your time with Yuki. This way you can move a lot more swiftly like water, and without restriction. The fire can move through your body with a lot more vigor, and lastly, you can feel the wind over your skin.

Like now.

You raise your arms that are spread out as you begin to gather up a large amount of wind behind you that howls like if caught in a loud raging storm, that collects dirt and thickens the gusts. When you have enough, you smirk at the enemy across from you, making Noritoshi slowly frown, and infuriating the monk even more. And without warning, you snap your arms forward and blast the wind out towards them to enrage the flames you rose and mix it together to shoot it over at them too.

You continue to stride forward, and slowly close your arms together as you keep collecting more wind that Itadori, the student, and Choso have to shield against and fight to stay grounded as it flies past them to unfurl over your skin as it flies past you and hits Noritoshi and the monk.

The only reason why neither of them get thrown back by the force of the wind is because of the monk's ice shield, but your fire begins to penetrate through, so you tap into your fire and blast it out of your hands before you once again seep it through the ground, and have it erupt out of the ground around Noritoshi and the monk.

However, when they feel a blast building up beneath their feet, Noritoshi uses a curse to get out of the way, leaving the monk to shield themselves with ice all alone and leaving them open to you.

Which is why you drop the air and the fire and run forward to close the gap left between the monk and you by smashing through the ice and grabbing them by the throat. You then proceed to slam them against the ground and skid them forward until they manage to grow curved icicles around their fingertips and swing them at you, making you push yourself off them and slide back on the ground.

When you face them again you collect wind over your palm and summon fire out. You get ready to swing it at them, but then out of nowhere, you’re suddenly falling through a large gap in the ground that just appears out of the blue, leaving you enclosed by the darkness that only grows darker the further you get, and making you scream out of fear.

However, you then blink and suddenly you're hundreds of feet above around.

“What the hell?” You hiss in confusion and look at your surroundings as you’re falling back to the surface that isn’t broken anymore. It’s all intact.

So was that some effect of a curse?

It has to be. To catch you off guard…

“Ice formation: Ice fall!” You suddenly hear before you see ice grow over the surface again, and form into tall and thick shards.

“No!” You bellow and tilt your body as you’re falling down to try and blast fire down to melt the ice.

Yet the monk notices you and throws something out at you that you don’t see move through the air until suddenly you feel something sharp and burning cold rip through your arm.

You cry out in pain and reach over to hold your wound, but you see that your arm is ripped off.

“Y/N!” You hear Choso cry out.

“Fuck,” you groan and begin to pant as it burns. “Fuck.”

But the pain nor the bleeding stump matter. It hurts like hell but it doesn’t matter, you’re still falling. You’re still fucking falling and getting close to the damn ground.

You prepare for impact and protect yourself from getting more injured.

However, before you can hit the ground, strong arms catch you, and the moment their feet touch the ground they slide back on their feet with you to move closer to the glistening ice you see from the corner of your eyes.

Before you can look up to see your savior they carefully set you down on your knees in front of them.

Is it Choso?

It doesn’t smell like him…

They actually smell like—it can’t be.

You snap your eyes up and immediately smile when you see Yuki.

“Master,” you mumble with relief.

Her brown eyes fall on you and she shoots you a wink before looking ahead again to address the person a few feet away from where you are.

“Long time no see, Geto,” she interjects. “Could I get your answer to my question from back then?” She asks and puts her leg back as she leans forward with a smug smile.

“What kind of woman is your type?” She asks and blows Noritoshi a kiss with her finger.

“It’s not him,” you whisper.

“Gathered,” she says back in a whisper. “Now heal your arm.”

You hum and roll your shoulder back to start regrowing your arm with RCT.

Which, you should thank your jealousy for. Without you trying to impress your parents and get a sliver of their attention, you wouldn't have learned to use it and you’d be dead right now. So thank your jealousy! Thank you!

If only it didn’t take so much out of you though. You won’t be able to fight properly for some time now thanks to you needing to heal.

You have weapons, but your energy isn't any good either, you’re running on fumes right now—but even still you need to try and help.

There’s people trapped in the ice, students, and Choso. You need to help them…

“Do you remember,” Yuki interjects. “The ways to rid cursed spirits from our world?”

As she talks to Noritoshi and your arm heals you begin to drag yourself back towards the ice wall.

“Regardless of which method is pursued,” she continues. “It means advancing humanity to the next stage. Humanity’s next stage is freeing itself from cursed energy.”

Why can’t you have Satoru’s healing speed? He heals so fast whilst you take longer to heal, it’s so annoying! Especially in times like now! Damn…

But you’re almost done, and then you can help the others out of the ice.

“No,” Noritoshi argues. “It’s optimizing cursed energy.”

You stop moving and look over at Noritoshi with slight confusion. Yuki looks back, but since she’s peering over at Itadori you don’t see her reaction, you do however see her shrug, so you know she’s not necessarily completely serious.

So that means she’s got a plan.

“Uh,” you hear Itadori comment. “I don’t get it, either.”

“I thought you already gave on your plan twelve years ago when Toji Zen’in died,” Noritoshi adds, whilst you close that gap between the ice and you and finally finish healing your damn arm, which…yay, you have your arm, but…BUT!!

Your cute manicure didn’t fucking regrow! That’s money down the drain—well, not your money, Satoru paid for you to get your nails done, but still! Now you look lopsided with one hand well done and the other just simple looking. Tsk.

“I was talking to Geto, you know,” Yuki finally reveals to him that she knows he’s not Suguru. “Well, whatever. I went back to my original idea. Besides, there’s a big hole in your optimization plan. Extremely few sorcerers and cursed spirits emerge in other countries compared to Japan. So Tengen’s barriers should be indispensable to your optimization plan.”

You glance over at Noritoshi and see him slightly narrow his eyes on Yuki as he hears her out.

“Using Tengen to optimize cursed energy would mean only the humans of this nation would become sorcerers. Japan would practically have a monopoly on cursed energy. Other nations, especially that superpower, wouldn’t stand by and allow that. Flesh-and-blood humans would become an energy source. It’s easy enough to imagine what misfortune that would bring.”

Destruction, chaos, blood, and death…right?

Getting rid of non-sorcerers would be…well…

What would it mean to you?

Great…it’d be great…

Yet at the cost of what he wants? No.

“That’s a world far removed from the ideals I pursue,” Yuki finishes making herself clear, while you place your hand on the ice and use a little bit of cursed energy to summon flames to your palm and spread the fire out, like flames following a fuel line, and carefully melt the ice around the blond student with the long and stiff ponytails.

“So what?” Noritoshi rebuttals. “For one thing, our objectives are different. I don’t desire a world without cursed spirits or any sort of idyllic peace. Non-sorcerers, sorcerers, cursed spirits…those are all possibilities for the shape of cursed energy that is mankind.”

Hm…

You glance at Noritoshi and slowly narrow your gaze as he catches your attention.

“Though,” you hear him add a bit quieter. “That shouldn’t be anywhere near the full extent. I tried to give rise to other possibilities for mankind on my own…but that didn’t work out,” he shares and you get what he means…Choso.

So that’s why he left him and his brothers? Because they were his failures?

He made them just to leave them, all because he didn’t like how they turned out. All their suffering, all their loneliness means nothing to him. He’s no parent, he’s a selfish monster.

“Everything that I created myself,” he continues as cursed energy begins to rise out of his palm and flow up at an incredible amount, “was limited by the bounds of my own potential. The answer was always glimmering darkly within chaos. Do you understand?”

Hardly…but he won’t stop talking will he?

Whatever, it gives you time.

Now that you freed the student you make sure she’s fine.

She catches your gaze and offers you a thankful nod, causing you to offer her a sweet smile before you gently push yourself up, ignoring the ache on your arm, and walking over to Choso since he’s the only one you can reach. The others will have to wait.

“What I should have created was chaos that went beyond my own control,” Noritoshi says. “I’ve already finished extracting the technique.”

You come to stop by Choso and look at Noritoshi with surprise.

“There was a cursed spirit called Mahito, right?!” Yuki asks over her shoulder. “The one with the technique that let it interfere with souls?!”

“That guy absorbed it earlier,” Itadori informs her.

“Seriously?!” She exclaims and then snaps her eyes to you. “And where were you?”

You point at your chest with slight shock and quickly respond. “Me? I was getting my throat stabbed and my neck snapped,” you snap back annoyed. “Oh, and I was getting tortured by curses from my past. If you had answered your phone you would have known! Did you even see it?”

Yuki shrugs as if it’s not a big deal. “I got your message and I’m here now aren’t I?”

You slap your hand on the ice trapping Choso, and scowl at Yuki as you melt the ice. “Great,” you answer sarcastically.

“I’ll say. You know what this all reminds me of?”

“Egypt,” you both answer at the same time and share a smile.

Yuki winks at you and nods in agreement before turning away, letting you face Choso, and see that he’s studying you in your light and exposing gown. Which makes your face burn, and makes you feel a soft fluttering in your stomach.

“Your arm,” he immediately points out but glances at the scar across your torso before he finally looks at your arm. He wasn’t looking at your arm before. “It’s healed.”

You glance down at your arm regardless and move your fingers. “Yeah,” you let him know the obvious. “I’m all good. I can’t say I’m in any state to fight anymore though, so, if anything happens will you have my back?”

Choso slowly drags his eyes up, and you mirror his gesture and finally lock eyes when he lands on your face.

“Of course,” he doesn’t hesitate to immediately assure you, making you smile at him and feel relief.

“You,” he interjects and digs in his pocket to pull something out. “Will be needing him back either way.”

Choso opens his palm and when you look down you see The Worm unfurling himself now that he senses you.

“Oh!” You exclaim gleefully. “You kept him safe! I was wondering where he had crawled off to. Thank you!”

“Mommy!” The worm yells out in a broken voice.

You grin at it and take it from Choso to wrap it around you, making it snuggle tightly around you.

And now that you have that resolved, and helped Choso out, you shift your feet to turn.

Yet before you can look over, a large glowing purple symbol rises in the sky and castes over your heads, stealing your attention and completely casting away the fluttering in your stomach to drop an eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“You have my thanks, Yuji Itadori,” Noritoshi interjects. “A cursed spirit’s mastery of their technique ceases to progress from the moment they’re absorbed by the Cursed Spirit Manipulation. Mahito truly matured through his fight with you. To be honest, I wanted to have Jogo, as well, but no matter.”

“What did you do?” You snap at Noritoshi and drop your gaze to glare at him.

“I remote activated Idle Transfiguration on two types of non-sorcerers that I marked ahead of time,” he answers without any hesitation, which should worry you.

Who goes around spilling their master plan?

“One type was people whom I had absorb cursed objects like Yuji Itadori did,” he continues to say. “And the other was people like Junpei Yashino who have cursed techniques, but whose brains were structured like non-sorcerers. Now I’ve adjusted their brains to match those of sorcerers. For the former, I gave them the strength to be vessels, and the latter have obtained the ability to activate their techniques.”

Why? What for?

“And now…” he trails off and pulls on a seal. “…I’ve released the seal on those cursed objects. Some of them have been in deep sleep after being exposed to my cursed energy when I marked them, but they’ll soon awaken. So, starting now, I’ll have them kill each other in order to deepen their understanding of cursed energy.”

What the hell! What’s wrong with him?

“I’ve carefully hand-picked these people and cursed objects,” he keeps on going, which you’re grateful for. Otherwise, you’d be left confused. “Think of it as unleashing a thousand malevolent Yuji Itadori’s.”

“A thousand?” You ask in disbelief.

“That’s conservative,” Yuki continues. “You’re also underestimating human rationality. Do you think people will start killing each other just because they were granted power?”

“There’s an order to everything,” he says, “I certainly didn’t cut corners like that when making my preparations. Your questions are starting to become shallow.”

You scoff, and Yuki looks back and points at Noritoshi.

“He’s pissing me off, so let’s all beat him up together!”

You have little energy, but you can pull off something big; maybe your domain expansion, or your supreme art.

“I can’t move right now, though,” Itadori says and as soon as he does the ice suddenly turns to water and begins to fall like rain.

However, you manipulate the water and collect it over your head to swiftly and elegantly move it around Choso and you keep it on standby, whilst you watch the person who had created this fall to their knees.

“What’s the matter, Uraume?” You manage to hear Noritoshi ask.

“Poison?!” They struggle to say.

“My blood got mixed with yours through Piercing Blood,” Choso’s voice startles you. “Of course it is,” he spats.

You steal a glance at him and the corner of your lips lifts to a smirk before you look back at the person Noritoshi called Uraume, with a prideful smirk.

“Wait,” the blond student cuts in. “We’re not getting cover from Mai. They might still have more allies over there.”

“My ally is protecting Aoi, the girl with the gun, and that suit. They don’t belong here.” Yuki lets the student know.

“Wait,” you probe with concern at what you heard just now. “Aoi? What happened to Aoi?” You step forward. “Is he okay?”

Itadori looks back at you and answers for Yuki. “He will be. He got hurt, but he’ll live.”

You blink in confusion.

Ever since you’ve known Todo, he’s hardly someone who’s ever needed much help, he accepts it, and he can be a good team player with people he likes, but he’s not one who's ever needed help. He’s strong. He’s smart too, and for him to need help means he’s badly hurt.

You should have gotten here before, damn it!

“We were in the middle of our talk,” Noritoshi interrupts and actually sounds annoyed that he can’t keep yapping his evil monologue. “The cursed objects that I distributed are what’s left of the sorcerers I’ve been secretly making pacts with for a thousand years. Of course, I forged my pacts with more than just sorcerers, though my pacts with those were annulled when I obtained this body.”

“You don’t mean—”

“This is the world of the future,” Noritoshi cuts Yuki off and begins to look pleased, but in such a menacing way.

And only seconds later you know why. He opens a large portal and has dozens of curses come out of it, making Choso step forward and put his arms out to block Itadori and you.

The dark portal spreads and you reach back to take out a blade, while you also drag the same water you had kept floating around, and hover it over your palm.

Choso gets closer regardless of what you’re doing, to do more than what you asked of him earlier, and continues to secure you, and Itadori behind him.

“See you later, Yuji Itadori,” Noritoshi interjects smugly as he shows off the box Satoru is trapped in.

“Gojo!” Itadori yells and breaks away from Choso to lunge forward and desperately reach for something that can’t be retrieved anymore.

“I have high expectations for you,” Noritoshi adds as he begins to disappear through the shadows of his portals—of Suguru’s cursed technique.

That’s Suguru’s technique he’s using. That’s his body, his face. That’s his face and body that you see leaving in ways he’d never leave you.

“Suguru Geto!” You cry out desperately in hopes you can reach a fragment of his soul so he can fight back, so he can at least help enough to clear a path, and so he can come back.

Noritoshi freezes and slowly begins to peer back. You don’t move and stay behind Choso to grab onto his arm still guarding you from danger, and just start hoping, even if you make no attempt to go forward you start hoping.

“Suguru Geto is dead,” Noritoshi announces what you knew, but hoped was somehow not true. “It’s just me now.”

Tears fill your eyes, but instead of feeling sad over what you heard, you feel a burning rage that makes you want to use what energy you have and fight against him.

Yet before you can even attempt to act on that fury directed at the wicked man using Suguru’s body, Noritoshi disappears within the shadows, leaving the curses to spread out to the darkened city like wildfire.

——

*LATER*

“Kento please answer your phone, Shoko says that the last time Fushiguro saw you, you were okay, but if you’re in trouble call me, text me, or yell, I don’t know, just let me know you’re fine or I will go out and search for you myself,” you leave what feels like the hundredth voicemail because just like every other time he doesn’t answer his damn phone.

Maybe his phone is dead?

“Sorry,” you direct at Choso as you finally put your phone away. “I hope my incessant phone calling hasn’t annoyed you. I’m done now.”

Choso shakes his head stiffly. “It’s fine. It doesn’t bother me.”

You hum in comprehension and slide your eyes over to him with a worried look. “Are you doing okay? I haven’t asked.”

Choso’s eyes dart to you but when he meets your gaze he looks away as he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about me.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re my friend,” you counter. “I’ll worry if I want to. So answer me, and don’t give me that nonchalant crap. No one is here, it’s just us you can tell me.”

Choso slowly slides his eyes back to you and lets the silence linger as he holds your gaze for a moment before he answers. “I’m fine. I’ve been healing, but they’re all minor injuries I got from fighting Itadori and you. Which, you lied, by the way, you held back, your fight with Uraume proved it.”

You scoff softly and let a smirk tug on your lips. “Yeah well, I told you I didn’t want to kill you. My fight wasn’t with you, but you were in Satoru’s way, so I had to help him,” you tell him as you mindlessly start fiddling with your fingernails. “And by the way, I still didn’t even show off my full potential with the monk. There were too many people in the way to do that.”

“Well,” he says. “Perhaps I’ll see what you promised soon enough.”

Your face burns and you can’t help but share a faint and bashful smile. “Well now that we’re not on opposite sides, I’ll be happy to show off.”

Choso hums in comprehension and keeps his eyes on you as you look at your path ahead to look out for Itadori whom you lost in the chaos Noritoshi left to escape.

“Are you okay? Are your wounds healing? You should've gone to your doctor friend,” he interjects almost in a scolding voice, as if your stubbornness to see Shoko annoyed him.

“I'm fine,” you assure him with a faint laugh. “I used RCT, I’m healing, all I need now is a good meal and a good night's rest.”

Choso hums and doesn’t seem convinced, but he leaves it, letting you turn to grab his arm, and causing his eyes to snap down to your touch before he meets your gaze.

“Thank you for earlier,” you tell him softly and slowly come to a stop together. “You put your own life at risk to look out for me when you could’ve gone after your brother. You stayed behind for me. Thank you Choso.”

Said man draws in a deep breath and steals a quick glance down at your hand still around his arm before responding softly. “I’m in your debt, this was a simple repayment of that.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and part your lips to press on that. “What do you mean? I haven’t done anything. You’ve saved me more than once, for example when I woke up, with that curse outside the station, and against all those curses just a few minutes ago. I owe you.”

“No you don’t,” he argues without any defense to back him up.

“Oh shut up,” you cut him off and let his arm go. “Please take my gratitude,” you scold him, making his face twist with confusion. “It’s the polite thing to do. Acknowledge what I’m saying. Thank you, Choso.”

Choso exhales and hesitates before he retorts. “You’re welcome.”

You offer him a tired but genuine smile before you flash him a grin. “You know,” you add. “For someone who says they’re not human, you surely do have a heart ten times bigger than a lot of others I know.”

Choso’s cheeks immediately grow a tint of red, and you hear his breath just slightly hitch, making you insanely proud and yet also deeply flustered that your words could make this nonchalant man express so much.

Is that why you also linger there before him, just looking into his sun-kissed eyes? Because you’re flustered by how you make him feel? Or is it because it’s easy to get lost in his eyes?

Both?

Even so, you can’t stay here forever even if it feels like the right thing to do. You still need to find Itadori.

“Come on,” you break the silence and blink to tear your eyes away. “We’re reaching an exit here just around this corridor. Maybe Itadori is outside.”

Choso hums and you both continue walking—“he’s near,” he cuts in. “I feel it.”

You groan out of exhaustion. “Great! My feet are starting to kill me.”

Plus you just want to lay down and…cry. Now that it’s quiet all you can think about is what you lost and the fact that when you go home you’ll be going without the twins.

“Just around here,” Choso announces and picks up his pace to do a little jog to round the corner that leads to a staircase.

You don’t rush albeit since you don’t hear any danger, or sense any curses.

Plus, you’re immediately assured about Choso’s finding when he speaks up. “Yuji, how are your injuries?”

You hold your breath and regardless of your comfort, you still worry because he might sound like he’s in pain.

“I’m good somehow,” you hear Itadori’s voice travel around the corner, and it sounds fine. But emotionally, you can sense his agony—“despite being hit by a black flash.”

You finally reach the stairs and you see Itadori sitting down in the middle of the last flight of stairs with his back hunched, and his head down. Oh, and it seems he found new clothes to replace his torn ones and exposed upper half.

“I think it’s because of Sukuna,” Itadori adds. “I can tell that his strength is growing.”

“Yuji,” Choso adds as he comes to a stop a few steps above Itadori. “Don’t worry about me. You can return to Jujutsu High. I have to collect the remains of Shoso and the others anyway.”

Instead of stopping behind Itadori, you continue to walk down.

“I’m not worried about you,” Itadori rebuttals honestly. “The problem isn’t whether I want to return or not. Sukuna is plotting something involving Fushiguro.”

You slow down and listen more intently now.

“Besides,” he continues. “I killed too many people. I can no longer stay with everyone.”

You reach the floor and turn to watch the boy with pity.

“Are you fine with it?” Choso asks.

“I also killed your little brothers,” Itadori brings up, but without hesitation Choso tries to assure Itadori.

“It’s fine. That was a misunderstanding. If Eso and Kechizu were in my place they would say the same thing.”

You look at Choso with a soft look because of his kind words.

“It isn’t about forgiving or not forgiving,” he says. “Brothers are just like that.”

Your face falls and you drop your head to look at the ground and think back to your brother and the night you told him you’d try to forgive him.

You’ve tried so hard to just forgive him, but it’s never that simple. And now he’s gone…

“Let’s go...”

…and even then you find it hard to just forgive him because you think back to what happened when he left and it hurts all over again.

“Y/N?”

You snap your head up and notice Itadori is off the stairs now too, and behind you. “Yes?” You probe.

“I said we should go and take care of the curses—”

“No,” you deadpan. “We won’t do that—”

“But—”

“Regardless of how fast you’ve healed,” you cut him off again and narrow your gaze to a pointed look to make yourself clearer to him. “Regardless of how much willpower you have, we are in no state to go curse hunting at this moment. I have a place nearby that should be backup generated, we’ll be staying there. Patch face and the disaster curses my brother told me to protect you from may be dead, but now your death sentence is up once again because of Satoru being sealed away. They’re going to send someone after you, someone strong. And just to be sure, they will send bounty hunters.”

Itadori nods. “I know that, but I can fight. Or let them kill me.”

You shake your head and argue. “No, you will not,” you sneer. “I made my brother a promise, I will keep it. Which means I’m still looking out for you. And I say we can save the curse hunting for later. No matter how many people they send, they’ll still be plenty enough for tomorrow, and the next day. We’re going to rest, understand?”

It’s not actually a question, but he still answers anyway. “Yeah.”

“Aren't you going home?” Choso interjects.

You look over at him and watch him descend the stairs. “No,” you let him know. “Now that Satoru is gone, my family will come after me to try and kill me. And the higher-ups will send someone to complete the death sentence my brother never executed. I won’t put my people at risk by being there. I'll stay hidden with you two.” You sigh deeply and continue softer. “And in regards to your brothers…with everything that happened the school will be filled with more people than usual. We have to wait to go there. I’m sorry.”

Choso swallows thickly and drops his eyes, but he doesn’t argue, he answers stiffly. “All right.”

You hum with pity and keep your eyes on him for a second before you point your head at the exit. “Come on. I’ll lead the way.” You turn, and just as you take a step forward, Itadori interjects.

“Y/N?”

You come to stop and peer back. “Hm?” You probe curiously and see him watching his hands before he fists them and lets out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry about your daughters. It was my fault…”

Your curiosity falls and sorrow and confusion slowly take over.

“They’re dead because of me,” Itadori shares in a shaky voice.

“Yuji,” Choso tries to stop him, but Itadori continues.

“I lost control of Sukuna, and I killed them because of it. I’m sorry, I don’t deserve you to look out for me, I don’t deserve your kindness, just leave me behind and don’t worry about me.”

You knew he would never be capable of killing Nanako and Mimiko, but when he started to confess you feared the worst and doubted him because of the agony you’re under. But now that you manage to understand what he said, you know that nothing you say will ever let him change the way he thinks.

The guilt he holds should not burden him, he shouldn’t have to bring himself down because of something he didn’t do nor had no control over.

You wish you could make him understand that, but you know that there’s nothing you can say that will make him understand. All you can offer is your kindness and reassurance in hopes it eases his grieving heart.

“Yuji Itadori,” you whisper and get closer to him to grab his arm.

Itadori lifts his eyes the moment he feels your touch, and looks at you confused.

“My girl's deaths are not your guilt to carry. Just like the destruction that happened, and all those deaths you mentioned are not your fault either.” You say so he can at least hear. If he doesn’t want to accept it, he can at least hear the truth. “I know it doesn’t feel like that because it was your body Sukuna was using, but it was not you, not your soul, nor your will. I don’t blame you and I never will. And I know that,” your voice trembles. “Nanako…” you swallow thickly as you struggle to say their names. “And Mimiko would feel the same way. So don’t apologize.”

Itadori drops his head and lets out a deep breath without adding anything to the matter. So you give his shoulder a soft and comforting squeeze. You’d hug him because it looks like he needs a good hug, but you don’t want him to feel uncomfortable, so you just squeeze his shoulder and part away.

“Now,” you sigh and lift your eyes, catching Choso’s gaze that had been watching you interact with his brother the entire time—“Let’s go. We could all use a good warm meal, a nice shower, and a good rest.”

“Wait,” Itadori cuts in again.

“Itadori it’s okay,” you assume it’s about the same thing.

“You asked about Nanami before,” he blurts, making your hopes rise.

However, as Itadori lifts his head, he looks at you with his eyes glossy with tears, and with his lips trembling and dropped to a sorrowful frown, making your heart sink, and the realization of what he was saying in his silence slowly hit you.

It explains why he wouldn’t answer, why he didn’t just send at least a short message to assure your worry or stop your incessant calling.

Yet you can’t accept what he’s not saying and what your heart is grasping.

“No,” you deny him as if it was a choice you could take.

Tears roll down his cheeks, and you feel your inkling of hope shatter.

“I’m sorry,” he continues. “When I found him it was too late, Mahito had had a hold of him and…killed him. I’m sorry.”

You slowly lift your hand to clench onto your burning chest as it feels tight and heavy as if the news had stolen your ability to breathe.

“Y/N?” Choso calls out with his voice filled with concern. Yet through all the noise in your head, you don’t actually take in his voice.

All that runs through your mind is how; how could he—how could Nanami have died? He was strong, he was smart and skillful. If anything you always thought he’d outlive you. How could he have died?

It can’t be true. You can’t accept your best friend's death. You can’t accept that another one of your best friends died and that you lost someone else on this fucking horrible day! You can’t accept it.

“Where?” You ask Itadori in a quivering voice.

“What?” He probes.

You draw in a sharp breath and your chest hurts. “W-where?” You breathe out. “Where was he last? Kento? Itadori, where?”

Itadori tells you and you quickly and sharply turn on your heels to storm in the direction he gave you.

Itadori and Choso followed after you, but neither of them try to stop you. They just try to keep up with you, basically running over to where Itadori told you Nanami was.

And yet no matter how hard they try, they still get left behind as you manage to get ahead. The only time you slow down is when you reach the floor Itadori pointed you to because you begin to hopelessly hope that he’s somehow wrong. You desperately hope that it’s some stupid joke.

Alas, when you enter the hall Itadori mentioned, you come to an immediate halt and feel your body stiffen, and those already short breaths feel as if they completely stops the moment your eyes land on…him; the lower half of his body recognizable by the tan dress pants he wore as his uniform.

In truth it could be anyone, you desperately want to believe it’s someone else, but this is where Itadori said he’d be. The hall is all battered by a battle as well. And the floor around the body is stained with thick blood, proving to you with each fact that what you see isn’t some trick or a stranger, it’s him.

Plus, no one else carries a cleave wrapped with a printed cloth around the blade, only he does.

And that hand, that single hand still wrapped around the handle; that pale and big hand further proves Itadori right.

This body you see is Kento Nanami, this is your best friend, and he’s…dead.

“Kento?” You still call out quietly and desperately regardless of what your heart and mind are forced to accept. “Nanamin?”

There’s no answer, you didn’t expect an answer, but you still wanted one even if you just saw the lower half of his body.

“Ken,” you whisper hoarsely and slowly walk to what remains of him. “Not you too. Please not you too,” you mumble. “Nanamin?”

When you reach his body you stare blankly at his legs and it begins to feel as if you’re being dragged down into a darker abyss by a stronger grip of grief.

First the twins, now Nanami too. Your daughters and your best friend. And what’s worse is that you couldn’t save either of them, you only found what was left of them; corpses.

You’re strong, yet you keep losing and failing those you love. They keep dying and you’re never there, you can never try to help. or at least say goodbye.

They’re gone and all you’re left with are pieces of them, memories, and agonizing pain that leaves you unable to breathe. You can process the truth before you but you have to clutch onto your chest as it burns with the inability to breathe.

You try to draw in breaths, but it feels like all the pain you feel heightens within you, squeezing your throat close, leaving you weak, and causing you to fall on your knees by what’s left of Nanami.

You don’t know how you’re still conscious but you still are, you can still see him, and you can still feel your agony sinking you further down into darkness and away from that light you had found after Suguru’s death. You had barely held on when you found the twins, you didn’t want to lose yourself, and there was a pull, a source that didn’t let that light flicker off, but now it’s all gone.

Now with Nanami gone, it all crumbles because he was your best friend, he was someone who gave you a second chance when you thought you had none. He was someone who was always there when you needed it, he never judged you on anything you did, and he never hated you for leaving everything and everyone with just a simple text. He loved you unconditionally and never asked for anything in return.

He was your best friend, someone you fought alongside with, someone you grieved the loss of Haibara with, someone who you went to when you felt hopeless or scared, and now he’s gone. Your best friend…your loyal and greatest friend is gone. Forever…

They're all gone…

Haibara, Suguru, Nanako, Mimiko, and Nanami are all gone…

And it’s just now as you keep repeating that in your head over and over again that your entire being is slammed with a wave of crueler pain of realization, and it feels like you can breathe again.

But maybe that’s because you begin to weep over Nanami’s body.

Everything around you disappears, and the sight of Itadori and Choso finally catching up drowns out, leaving only Nanami and you in this hall.

“I’m sorry,” you mewl as you try to reach for some part of him, but end up empty-handed as there’s nothing for him to grab. “I’m sorry.”

You hug yourself tightly and begin to rock back and forth as you continue to sob over your friend's corpse.

“Please,” you plead but don’t ask out loud for forgiveness or for him to not leave you alone; he’s gone you know, but you still plead for that in your head again and again for who knows how long.

Neither Choso nor Itadori try to get you up. There’s a looming threat everywhere now that curses are reigning over the city, but they don’t try to cut your grieving short, they let your sobs fill the room, and leave the chill of solitude continue to embrace you.

Neither of them knew you craved to be held, or comforted, neither of them knew how much you wanted someone to take you away from there, or simply hold your hand as you grieved for Nanami and the daughters you lost on what’s supposed to be a good day; your birthday. Itadori—no, Choso mostly just watched you, while Itadori began to quietly get lost in his own sorrow himself.

There does come a moment, a sudden feeling in Choso that makes him want to approach you. His hand twitches your way, and he moves his leg to walk over, but then he stops when he hears multiple approaching footsteps. One even sounds like they don’t have shoes on, so he grows cautious and gets ready in case it’s a threat.

Nevertheless, what enters the hall is no threat.

Not like you register any of it either way, your eyes stay glued to the corpse in front of you until you feel a hand grab your shoulder.

You look back immediately and gasp with relief when you see Larue.

“Larue?” You whisper and push yourself up to your feet.

Said man looks at you with pity and you don’t wait a single moment to throw your arms around him.

“I’m here now y/n,” he says as he presses you against him.

You hold onto him and cry harder into his bare shoulder.

“Tsukumo is here too,” he shares, making you open your eyes to see the woman he mentioned.

“I couldn’t leave without making sure you were okay,” she says softly, which is a tone she rarely uses.

You part your lips but you don’t actually respond, you can’t find the energy at the moment so you just nod in comprehension before you hide your face again on Larue’s shoulder.

“Who is that?” You hear Itadori ask.

“Larue, her family,” Yuki answers his curiosity.

“A Gojo?”

“No,” she quickly corrects him. “Family she's made along the way.”

“Oh.”

“Why don’t we go home, y/n?” Larue suggests as he rubs your back. “You need rest.”

You pull away from his embrace and face him with even deeper sorrow. “Nanako…and Mimiko,” you break the news before you can protest. “They’re…they’re gone too. Larue…Sukuna…he…he,” you gasp for air and drop your head as you can’t muster to finish the sentence.

“Oh,” Larue gasps. “Oh.”

You lift your watery gaze and see his face show his heartache instead of the pity he feels for you.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur and hold your hands together. “I'm sorry.”

Tears fill Larue's eyes but he still shakes his head and corrects you. “It’s not your fault and they wouldn't want you to blame yourself either. You know that. It’s not your fault,” he repeats harsherly so you’d understand.

“How can I go home and tell Satori?” You ask desperately. “It’s…It’s my fault they’re not going home. I should've turned them away when I ran into them.”

Larue grabs your jaw and leans in closer. “They would’ve stayed either way. It’s not your fault. I’m sure they tried to fight, you taught them too. Don’t blame yourself y/n, don’t do that to yourself.”

You swallow thickly and you still don’t feel convinced but you don’t argue.

“And Suguru,” you mention and fiddle with your fingernails. “I should’ve taken his body home to cremate him, now…some bastard is using his body. Did Yuki tell you that?” You ask and look at him. “Did she say it was not him that did all this? It was someone else.”

Larue drops his hand from your face and exhales deeply as he nods. “Yes, I know.”

You lick your lips and bring up something that comes to mind. “Manami and Toshihisa must not know though, that’s why they work for him. That’s why they betray us. We have to help them.”

Larue clenches his jaw and his eyes fall to hide his emotions, letting you figure out by that simple action that you’re wrong.

“They…knew?” You ask with disbelief.

Larue nods stiffly and you begin to realize something…how does he know that they knew that truth if Noritoshi barely dropped his farce? If he barely showed himself to the Jujutsu society?

He just revealed who he really was in that fight moments ago, so Larue knows about Manami and Toshihisa because…

“You…knew?” You ask and hope you’re wrong.

Larue drops his head and clenches his jaw harder, letting you know with his silence that you’re unfortunately right.

“You,” you gasp and step back in disbelief. “You knew?”

Larue slowly lifts his eyes and swallows back thickly. “We didn’t want you to suffer more than you already were. And the twins...they wanted to get Suguru back first before they told you.”

You’re slammed with a pang of pain that hurts your heart even more.

Yet no matter how hurt you are there’s nothing you can do about the twins knowing and hiding that from you. They’re gone, but Larue isn’t. And Miguel…

“Did Miguel know?” You ask with a mix of anger and betrayal.

“He did,” Larue confesses.

There’s a deeper and sharper pang in your heart now.

“You had just lost Suguru, we didn’t want to tell you yet,” Larue adds as if that made anything better, but it only works to add to the betrayal because if you had known you could’ve told Satoru, and he wouldn’t be sealed away. You could’ve stopped Noritoshi together before he caused such chaos in Shibuya. The deaths of Nanako, Mimiko, and Nanami could've been avoided if you had known.

Everything could’ve changed if you had known, but no, they chose to hide it, now your brother is gone, and Noritoshi is out there preparing to cause more disaster.

Nevertheless, you don’t tell him all that, you simply look at Larue with your eyes glossy, and express the betrayal, the fury, and the hurt you feel with your eyes alone. You can’t muster a word and he hates it because your silence hurts a lot more.

“Y/n,” Larue tries to make himself clear, but you push past him and walk to Yuki to speak to her.

“Satori and Belinda are leaving the country tomorrow morning, can you discreetly follow them and just make sure their plane departs without any trouble?” You ask her. “I don’t want to risk having the wrong people see me with them. And I can’t have Satori here with Noritoshi in her father's body. So if it’s not much trouble could you please do that?”

“Y/N,” Larue interjects. “I can go with them. And Miguel can catch up with us.”

You ignore him and narrow your gaze on Yuki. “Yuki?” you probe.

Said woman glances behind you but quickly looks back at you and nods. “Of course, just let me know the rest of the information later.”

You nod. “I’ll text you, and you call me if somethings wrong, please.”

Yuki assures you with a nod, letting you offer her a gentle smile before you look at Itadori and Choso. “Are you two ready to go?”

Choso and Itadori nod, so you move away.

However, Yuki interjects before you can get any further. “Where are you going? What are you going to do?”

You look over your shoulder and part your lips to answer with a sly smirk.

A/N- Mc: *does nothing.* Choso: “😳😍”

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