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Charity Match | Tobi TBJZL Brown🔞
Imagine inspired by sidemenreacts vid: "reacting to sidemen charity match moments" moment when Tobi points out the scar Simon's medal left on his back (link to video at the end of the oneshot for reference)... Look at bae tho:
Little slayer. Anyways, go read the oneshot:
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The Sidemen FC placed their hands on the cup- the smell of lynx body spray, sweat and victory crowding the changing room- lifting the cup high above their heads with an uproarious cheer which could be heard all the way from the Allstar FC's changing room.
Everyone celebrated, medals clanging as they kissed the cup and jumped for joy, though Simon's hand smacked to his mouth barely a moment after he'd jumped. The sharp edge of his medal had pierced through Tobi's shirt, and the black polyester was dampened with a dark spot which appeared to grow by the second.
But Tobi hadn't noticed the blood filtering through his shirt.
No, Tobi was too focussed on lifting the cup up as it came around to him, still victorious cheering,so much so that he didn't even notice as Simon brushed Tobi's shirt to the side slightly to inspect the damage the hard-edged metal had inflicted upon his friend's back. But as soon as Simon lifted the shirt slightly, his eyes widened- jaw dropped open. For whilst Simon had expected to see just a gash on his otherwise unharmed back- Tobi's back had angry purple lined jagged and shooting across his back like lightning, starting all the way at his shoulder-blades and running all the way down to his lower back.
Simon gulped after the presentation as he found Tobi in the changing rooms, spraying some deodorant under his shirt and packing his duffel bag- ready to get back onto the coach to London.
"Hey, Tobes?" Simon called for his smaller friend's attention. Tobi turned with a big smile, still giddy following the Sidemen FC win. "I err, I accidentally nicked your back with my medal when we were celebrating..."
"Ah, I didn't notice, must just be small." Tobi shrugged, Simon's eyes lowering as he recalled the large gash it had left besides all of those lightning-streak lines.
"Uhm, also I... I noticed some other purple-y scars on your back like, kinda uneven lines... Is your back- are you- are you alright?"
Tobi scrunched his brows together, not knowing what he purple lines he was talking about on his back. Pulling his locker door open, he peered over his shoulder and pulled his shirt up.
Suddenly, those purple scratch marks weren't so unfamiliar...
A moan was ripped from your throat as Tobi thrusted back into your roughly- not even giving you a moment to recover, post-orgasm.
He paused only a moment with a low groan as his cum filled you, before his hips began slamming back into you- still somehow not satisfied and desperate for another round. His hands roamed from your tits down to your hips, bringing you to his chest so that your body was flush against his- your body weight supported only by Tobi as he walked you until your back was pressed against the wall, cock still hard inside of you as his lips found yours, sloppily meeting in a passionate open-mouthed kiss.
The smell of sex filled the hotel room which the Sidemen had booked for all the players, pre-game- though it felt as though Tobi and yourself seemed to be using the room to its fullest potential. And your next-door neighbours in the hotel were NOT going to be happy with the noises you two were making.
Your hands found the back of his neck- pulling him in and drawing him even closer as you moved your mouth synchronously with Tobi's, intoxicated with the way he tasted and the way his tongue ravaged your mouth. A whimper fell from your lips as your felt Tobi pull out slowly, clearly rearing to move and thrust inside of your overstimulated pussy once more.
"Fuck, Tobi-" You whimpered, your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself fluttering around his wood, thighs shaking as they were wrapped around his hips- your whole lower body completely spent. Tobi noticed your shaking and rested you on the table, which was at perfect height for you to sit on whilst his cock was still inside you.
"C'mon gorgeous, you can go another round," He slowed his pace as he pulled out more slowly, fingers threading through your hair and finally giving your clit a well deserved grace-period as you let out whispered moans, nodding your head in agreement despite the tingles of overstimulation that Tobi sent racing through your core- not wanting to say no to Tobi. "Atta girl," He pressed a lazy kiss to your forehead as he pulled all the way out, before making your whole body jerk and your throat emit a gasp as Tobi slammed right back into you, his cock undeniably kissing your cervix as he bottomed out instantly.
"TOBI!" You gasped your moan, hands gripping his back as he pulled out once more, thrusting in with the same toe-curling force which make you scream from the feeling, rolling your head back and only exposing your neck to him, which he wasted no time in attaching his mouth to, to shower in hickeys and bruises as he thrusted at a mind-numbing pace, your head going fuzzy from the feelings.
A loud moan was ripped from your throat as you felt Tobi hit your g-spot, the bundle of nerves sending pleasure through every molecule of your body as your fingernails dug into his back- creating marks of your own as they dug into his skin and ripped downwards, etching deep purple lines against his dark skin. Tobi didn't even register the pain, all too drunk on the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock, making lewd noises each time his balls slapped into your aching core, arousal coating his cock.
His mouth caught onto one of your tits as he pounded, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud and making you let out somehow an even louder moan as the feeling of his hot mouth around your breast paired with his tip hitting your g-spot with every thrust had you toes curling- back arching into the glass window behind the desk, overlooking all of London as you felt the heat rising to your face, all too aware you were going to cum soon...
"Tobi," You gasped, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head roll back. Tobi groaned from the way his name fell from your lips, along with the feeling of your nails still running down his back aggressively- catching the reflexion of his back in the reflective glass behind you- the angry lighting-lines across his back making his cock twitch at the thought that you'd marked him up so possessively. "I think I-I'm gonna cum..."
"That's my fuckin' girl, cum, gorgeous-" His words along with the fingers that trailed down from your nipple down to your clit, rolling a few tight circles over the sensitive spot, pushed you over the edge- euphoria fuzzy-ing your head and clouding your vision as your fingernails ran down his back, fading into nothing as Tobi felt himself release inside you also.
Your eyes opened dazedly, lazily looking up at your wonderful boyfriend, before your eyes caught onto the mirror on the other side of the room- reflecting the image of Tobi's ruthlessly scratched back. Tobi caught the look of horror that you wore on your face as your eyes turned to him- though Tobi just smirked- ready to wear those marks as a badge of honour...
"Tobi?" Simon's voice pulled Tobi out of his thoughts with a cautious tone. He turned around to face Simon once more, grinning as his eyes flicked from Simon to the beautiful figure of his girlfriend, watching as she wandered into the changing room, looking for him. "Those marks alright? Are you... good?"
"Oh I'm more than good," Tobi grinned lazily as you spotted him, making your way across the changing room before Tobi pulled you into his arms proudly for another victorious kiss, deciding to leave his shirt off for the ride back home- instead showing off his bare back- and all the markings you'd left across it.
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okayyy sidemen charity match done icl i thought allstars was gonna win but LESSGOO SIDEMENNNNNMy final notes from the charity match:
-Angry ginge is so fine icel (the tackles n squaring up to speed...) -It was so hard tryna convince my dad "no, speed is actually good at football..." after missing the pen... and a shot on goal... AND A SHOT ON AN OPEN GOAL-So proud of behz- scores in the stadium he's supported since he was a child, with his daughter watching, and got his dream knee-sliding, topless celebration-Congrats Harry for that beaut strike-I want Chris to weave into my DMs like he wove through that defence line-Why was JJ... not a bad goalie???-XQC looked like a proper sweetheart in goal negl-Manny hattrick i love to see it - esp with Simon always tryna set him up to score instead of taking it for himself <333 -WILLNE TWO FOOTING THE CAR BRINGING THE BALL IN LOOOOOOOL -MAX FOSH SCORES A GOAL THEN WHIPS OUT THE UNO REVERSE CARD???? (also why's he so caked lol)
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Moonrise
Gojo x reader
cw: SFW, Fluff to Angst, bittersweet ending, teenager satoru and reader, use of (Y/N), fem!reader
a/n: Sorry for the wait! Decided to scratch the plan in making this a series so I just made it into a oneshot. I hope you enjoy, cuz I spent way too much time on this.
Word count: 7.4k
Synopsis:
Satoru returns to his childhood hometown for the summer. Although, he shows no interest in rekindling with his home. That is until he met you, who he only ever sees when the moon is up. You and Satoru enjoy each other's presence, until time runs out and secrets are unraveled.
Divider by @/saradika
A box was dropped on the floor making a small thud. "That should be the last one." The man says, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he looks at the pile of boxes that is to be unpacked. "What do you think Satoru? Don't you miss this place?" The man turns his head to look at his son. Satoru looks out the window, not responding to his father, admiring the waves of the sea.
His mood still sour due to the abrupt move of places. His family decided to have a short vacation by the seaside. The place where he grew up in but unfortunately had to leave due to his family's company relocating in the city. Satoru was against a vacation in his childhood town, he'd rather spend the summer in the city with his big estate and his friends, attending parties and doing whatever he wanted. But alas, he's now here in the quiet coastal town that he hadn't seen for 5 years.
"Oh come on Satoru, this place isn't that bad. Now we don't have to hear car honks or people screaming every two minutes. Besides it's about time you experience something new." His father said, although he only gave an annoyed huff in response. He hears his father sigh, giving up on getting a reaction from him. "How about this, your mother and I will unpack everything while you go outside and explore a bit. Get to know the people around, catch up with old friends, or better yet, make new ones." His father encourages him, as goes up to Satoru and pulls him up. He practically drags him to the door, with Satoru protesting, before pushing him outside and closing the door on his face.
Satoru sighs and decides to take his father's advice, because what else can he do than die of boredom? He starts to walk in whatever direction, he really didn't care where he'd end up. Kicking stones along the way as he hears the waves from ashore. He thought about where he would be right now if he had stayed in the city-- Probably out spending all his money with a bunch of nick nacks that caught his eye, or skating with his friends with them planning to go on a party later night. But he was abruptly awoken from his thoughts when a ball hit him straight on the head.
"Ow!" Satoru yelped in pain as he rubs the area of his forehead that was starting to turn red. "Sorry about that!" he heard footsteps come running at him. He looks up to be met by a boy with black long hair and weird bangs aswell as a short brunette girl with a bob cut running up to him. "I was just practicing to shoot a ball. You're not hurt are you?" Mr. Weird bangs asked, crouching down to pick up the ball. "Tch, no not at all. Not like a ball hitting you straight on the head hurts or anything." Satoru says with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Next time, you should try aiming for the hoop rather than an unsuspecting passerby." He adds on with a huff, quite frustrated with the bruise starting to form on his forehead. "Hah, this guy is eating your ass right now, Suguru. I'd quit basketball by now before my ego continues to be bruised." The brunette said, chuckling at her friend's agitated face. "Geez, I get it Shoko, I'm a bad player. No need to rub more salt in the wound." The so-called Suguru sulked, rubbing the back of his head.
He looks at Satoru before realizing something. "Hey, you must be the newbie! No wonder you don't look familiar. I'm Suguru, and she is Shoko! We're your new neighbors!" Suguru outstretched his hand for a handshake. Satoru looks at it with hesitance before reluctantly accepting it, "I'm Satoru. And I'm not staying here for good, I'm just here for the summer."
"Why don't you let us show you around? So you won't look like a lost chicken when going around." Shoko suggests, looking at him all laid-back. Satoru opens his mouth to decline the offer before he feels an arm rap around his shoulders. "Good idea Shoko, let's show this newbie around." Suguru starts to drag Satoru with them both, making sure to have a hard grip on him. How did it end up like this? He just wanted to be left alone. Satoru huffs and decides to go with them, since he doesn't really have a choice when Suguru practically has him in a chokehold.
The duo proceeds to drag Satoru around the town, showing him everything it has to offer. He sees familiar building and people around, giving them a curt greeting. While there are also some new things that he hasn't seen. The last area the duo decided to bring him to was a house near a cliff. It looked quite old with plants starting to overgrow and no lights inside turned on, leading Satoru to a conclusion that it was abandoned. Weirdly enough though, he felt a tug on his heart when he first caught sight of the house. It was like he knew the house before, but he couldn't recount any memories in it.
"Are we gonna go ghost hunting?" Satoru asks as he looks at both of his "captors". "Nah, we just wanted to show you this house. Its a big mystery as to who were the pervious owners of it and what happened to them." Shoko says continuing to look at the abandoned home. Seagulls can be heard flying from above as the waves hit the rocks from below the cliff. The sky starting to turn into a shade of orange and purple as the sun sets at the distance. "We should start heading back, it's starting to get cold." Suguru chimes in and the two agrees.
Satoru makes his way back to the villa, drained from his little adventure. His mom greets him by the entrance carrying a plate of food, "Satoru! You're just in time for dinner. Come sit by the table". He enters the dining room, seeing his dad ready to eat. "There's my boy! How was your walk? Did you meet anyone new?" His dad greets him, inviting him to side down and tell him everything that happened.
Dinner goes by smoothly, with laughter coming from his mother and father while they recount stories. Fork and spoons clanking as Satoru eats his portion in silence, before his father gets his attention. "On another note. Satoru, we'll be having a feast tomorrow night prepared by the townsfolk. It's a welcome back feast, so I expect great behavior from you." Satoru can only contain his annoyance, finding out that he would be surrounded by adults tomorrow. He dismisses himself early, wanting to go to bed.
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Tomorrow night quickly arrives as guests flocked into the villa, bringing gifts and meals for the table. Satoru's parents were busy greeting the guests, chatter quickly filling up the room as music plays in the background. Satoru stays in the corner, having no interest in entertaining the guests. The noisiness starting to bother him as he tightens his grip on his suit, which he was forced to wear for the occasion. All he can hear are varying voices, multiple footsteps, and the annoying background music that plays on loop. Staying in the room would only further make him feel cramped so he decided to sneak his way to the backdoor.
Fresh breeze hits his face, he sighs in satisfaction and relief from escaping the stuffy house. Seeing that the party will be going on for a while, he decided to take a walk on his own, meaning to pass the time. Now as he walks the familiar path by himself, letting his feet carry him wherever, he is left to truly appreciate the soothing sounds nature has to offer. Wind blowing on his hair, the waves hitting the shore as high tides come in, the moon shining bright beating all the twinkling stars. Although he much prefers the city life, he does like the silence from time to time with nature the only thing accompanying him.
He doesn't know how it happened but by the time Satoru notices where he's at, he is once again near the abandoned house by the cliff. But only this time, there were lights turned on inside and people talking can be heard from a distance.
Was he wrong? Did Shoko lie to him? Why were there people in the house when it was supposed to be abandoned?
He decides to investigate, taking caution and trying to be as stealthy as possible. He goes around the house and reaches its backyard. The chatter becomes louder as he jumps over the fence and crouches down. He crawls his way to the nearest window and peeks inside. He saw a ton of people inside chatting with one another as music plays in the background aswell, it was just like the feast in the villa. Old rich people conversing with one another as waiters go around serving drinks to the guests. His eyes catch a woman who has flaunting outfit that outshines the others as she converses with the guests surrounding her, Satoru guesses that she's the host of the party. While peaking, he fails to hear footsteps behind him. "Hey! Who are you and why are here?!" A voice shrieks, and Satoru jumps from and looks back in a frantic coming face-to-face of the culprit of where the voice came from.
"Woah, woah, woah- Quiet down! I don't mean any harm, promise! I was just curious on what was happening here!" Satoru said in a panic, putting his hands infront of his face in defense. The mysterious girl calms down and lowers their defense, "You know it's rude to sneak into someone's backyard. And it's even ruder to peek in people's houses!" huffing as she cross their arms. "I haven't seen you before. Are you new here?". Satoru nods, "I'm Satoru, I just came to this town yesterday." He starts to stand up and dust away the dirt on his clothes. "Oh! Well it's nice to meet you Satoru! I'm (Y/N), the daughter of the (L/N)s, AKA an owner of this house. What brings you here?". After you introduce yourself, Satoru once again feels a tug on his heart.
'(Y/N)', why does that sound so familiar?
He questions himself before responding to you, "My home is having a party aswell, unfortunately I don't do well interacting with old geezers, so I came here to get away from it." You only look at him in amusement as you give a little chuckle, "Well then it seems we're in the same situation, I am also escaping from a stuffy party. I usually come here in the backyard during these kinds of situations, the silence calms me down and leaves me to my own thoughts, it's like my own safe space. Since your here, I don't mind sharing it with you." You look at Satoru with soft eyes and a small smile.
"Gee, how generous." Satoru says with a small chuckle. You sit down on the grass, patting the spot beside you inviting Satoru to sit aswell. He takes your invitation and sits down, he looks at you as you start to bask in the sea breeze. He's gotta admit, you look majestic when the breeze blows your hair and your eyes reflects the twinkles of the stars. He can't look away, it was like you put him in a trance that keeps pulling him to you.
You catch his eyes staring at you, Don't you have manners? It's rude to stare, and you have already snuck in my backyard and peaked in my house!" You tease him with a smirk on your face. Satoru face goes red, quick to defend himself, "I-I was not! I was simply... distracted by the crumbs on your cheeks! And you talk about manners!" He sputters, making up an excuse in which you quickly bought. Your eyes widen in embarrassment, hiding your cheeks as you try to remove the "crumbs" on your face. Satoru looks at you as you turn your back on him, wiping your cheeks before your shoulders start to shake before his hears you laughing. The way your eyes crinkle to the way your laugh is like music to his ears, He can't seem to stop looking at you as if you have put him in a trance. It seems your laugh is also infectious as he can't help himself but let out his own.
You are both idiots
The music inside the house suddenly changes for slow dances. Satoru stands up, reaching out his hand to you-- inviting you to a dance, "Your a host aren't you? Entertain me for just a bit". Surprise can be seen in your face but you decide to play along, accepting his hand. He places one hand on your waist and the other holding yours. You follow him and place one hand on his shoulder while the other is holding his, as the music starts giving you both a que to start dancing aswell.
Your bodies follow the rhythm of the music-- steps following each other's flow while also being cautious to not step on each other. Your bodies swaying like the grass, and the breeze further enhancing the moment by blowing your hair. Satoru looks at you with stars in his eyes, as you look back with the ray of the moon reflecting on yours. Step by step, swaying with the wind, eye contact never lost. As the music slowly comes to an end, you both also separate from each other, bending down and ending the dance with a bow.
You look up, smiling at Satoru. He looks back with his eyes sparkling, he once again feels that tug on his heart. You walk up to him, wanting to take in the dance you both did before you hear your name being called from inside the house.
Times up
You sigh in disappointment before looking at him again. "Sorry Satoru, it looks like our time is cut short. You should probably head back aswell. Oh but- you're free to come here anytime!" You say, looking at Satoru with gleam in your eyes. You hear your name being called again, and you decide to return before you get in trouble. Before entering the house, you look back and smile at Satoru, "I hope to see you again."
The door shuts and Satoru is left by himself. He smiles in adoration, "I hope to see you again too." He says, hoping the wind carries it to you, before turning and leaving the house.
The sea calms down and Satoru is left to wonder what happened this night.
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The sun rises in the horizon, the sound of waves and a chicken crowing wakes Satoru up from dreamland. He groans as he sits up from bed, stretching his arms while yawning. His eyes lay on the suit that he wore yesterday night, and was immediately reminded of the girl from last night.
Satoru suddenly awake, his body fired up for the day, as he sets his first goal in mind.
He must see her again
Quickly getting out of bed and dressing up to something more comfortable, Satoru eagerly gets ready to see you. Sprinting out of the house, barely giving a greeting to his parents, he skips his way to the house by the cliff until he was interrupted.
"Yo Satoru! What's got you all happy?" He hears Suguru's voice behind him, and he turns around to be met with his new 'acquaintances'. He huffed, crossing his arms before pointing an accusatory finger to them. "You liars! There are people living in the 'abandoned' house, they even threw a party yesterday!"
Suguru and shoko looks at each other confused-- they've never seen anyone inside the house, nor any light turned on. Shoko looks back with confusion, "We didn't hear about any party happening there last night...?". Hearing what she said, Satoru also became confused himself but is quick to dismiss it because they both didn't come to his villa to the party as well --Which he was disappointed at, but he won't admit it-- and figured that they're both just losers that are out of the loop from what's happening.
"Whatever. Come with me, there's this girl I want you guys to meet." Satoru starts to walk once more. Suguru just shrugs at shoko and starts to follow him aswell, and the brunette can only sigh before towing behind them.
The three make it to the house once more, and just like the first time, the house was empty. Satoru kept knocking on the door waiting for a response, he even went back to the backyard to check if you were there. But alas, it seems that no one was home. Satoru looks through the window, he was only met with an empty living room that had started to grow old with how the wallpapers were ripping off and holes found on the wall-- weird, was your house always this unkept?
Satoru looks back at his two companions who were just at the side waiting for him, wondering if Satoru had gone crazy. "Uh- maybe they went on a trip...? Let's just go back tomorrow." The duo still looks at Satoru like he's insane, but nodded in hesitance.
On their way to leave the area, the both see Satoru looking dejected. Disappointment taking over him as his companions didn't get to meet you, and now they probably think he's crazy. To lighten the mood, shoko changes the topic, "Did you hear that there is gonna be a festival 4 months from now? It's gonna be a big celebration with a bunch of food stalls, fire crackers, and performances-- and the best of it all, a firework show!"
"You should come there Satoru. A festival just before you leave the town." Suguru nudges him. Satoru wonders if he could bring you along, your sure to love the fireworks.
Later that night, he comes back to your house, checking to see if you've arrived home. Sneaking to the back, he is met by the strong breeze hitting his face and soft humming reaches his ears. The first thing his cerulean eyes see is your silhouette highlighted by the glow of the moon as grass sway around you. You turn your head once you hear footsteps behind you, and your face lights up when you see Satoru, "You came back!" Glee seen all throughout your face.
"Well I got nothing better to do." Satoru walks over to you, returning a smile-- glad to see you once more. "I actually came here this morning with my acquaintances, but you weren't here so we figured you left for a trip." He scratches the back of his head, not noticing your smile falling just a bit. "Oh, I have private lessons everyday so I'm out of the house every morning and afternoon." You look down to the ground, "Satoru, you can't bring anyone with you here. My parents don't just allow anyone in. Sneaking you in here was risky enough, bringing more people in will only get you caught faster. And I can't lose you so soon when your the only friend I have." You say somberly, hating to break the truth to him.
"Oh...okay, I won't. I wouldn't want to be kicked out so soon as well when I found the best view of the sea here." he says, trying to light up the mood. You chuckle, but the feeling of sadness still remains in you. Your parents were out of the house most of the time, leaving you with your nannies. Although, they weren't the best at taking care of you-- sometimes neglecting you and leaving you to take care of yourself, they put up a face whenever your parents are around but they show their true colors when your left alone. You still remember that time when you were a child, where they threatened to push you off the cliff-- pulling your arm as you try to hold back, tears falling from your eyes as their grip only hardens.
You only wanted to explore the town more, so you sneaked out. Once your nannies found out about it, they were quick to grab you once you came back. That's when your fear of heights started, which is ironic when you live by a cliff. You tried to tell your parents, but they dismissed you, saying that it is a form of discipline so that you wouldn't sneak off again. That was when you realized you couldn't trust anyone in your house, when all they do is hurt you and leave you alone. Trusting someone will only leave more broken, so you hadn't opened to someone since.
"Hey, I didn't know you have a swing here!" You're snapped out by Satoru's voice, you find him by the old swing that was near the edge of the cliff. "Oh yeah, I use to play on that swing until my fear of heights got the best of me." You say, embarrassed to admit your silly fear.
"Well, why don't you conquer your fear? And if you fall, I'll catch you. Trust me" Satoru looks at you, and you feel your heart flutter. You come up to him, and hesitantly sit on the swing, feeling it creak as you sit down. "Ready?" Satoru looks at you, reassuring you that you won't fall, and you nod in hesitance as you hold on tightly. He pushes your back and the swing starts to gain momentum, it speeds up until your up high in the air. You thought you would be shaking from now as you see the sea from above, but you only felt at peace. The breeze hitting your face as it blows your hair, and the waves clashing with the rocks below you-- It felt like you were flying. You close your eyes and let out a laugh, as the swing takes you as high as it can reach, and you felt like you were a child again.
You look back at Satoru, giving him the biggest smile you can muster, and you think your ready to lay your trust onto someone again.
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"Satoru, are you sure about this?"
Satoru holds your hand as he leads you to the shore, your house seen from the distance.
"What if my nannies see me?"
"They won't, I promise."
It had already been 2 months since your first meeting, and 3 more months until summer ends and Satoru has to inevitably go back to the city. Satoru felt despair once he noticed how time flies by, and how soon he'd have to leave this town-- he wishes to spend more time with you. So in a whim, he pulled you out of your house in the middle of the night, and onto the shore.
You have decided to follow him by his insistence, saying that you deserve to take a breather away from your stuffy house. The waves are calm, all sorts of shells laid out on the sand, and small crabs peaking out their hole. "Ever made a bracelet made out of puka shells?" Satoru asked, starting to pick out the shells from the ground. You shake your head and follow him in collecting shells. "I'll teach you once we go back. For now let's find those puka shells!" He said with enthusiasm, more determined than ever to find those shells. A chuckle left your mouth, and you turn your focus on find puka shells.
Peaceful silence fills the atmosphere as only the sound of the sea water can be heard. You gaze at Satoru as he keeps on picking shells off the ground, and you realize that after all the time you spent with him, you hadn't ever get to know him more.
"Satoru"
"Yeah, Moon?"
Ah that nickname. The nickname that he had started to call you since. It started out as a joke since he only ever sees you at night when the moon is fully up, but it slowly turned into a term of endearment. With him saying that you looked just as beautiful as the moon, outshining any other star.
"What's life in the city like?" You ask in curiosity, wanting to know more of him. Satoru looks at you surprised by your answer, but decides to entertain your question. "A lot of things happens there. People bustling outside all day, cars honking as they make their way to work. Your surrounded by tall buildings everywhere you look, and there's people talking everywhere you turn. During the night, there's a bunch of parties happening, music blaring in the whole sky with people dancing around. It sounds fun and all, but it eventually gets boring."
"Well at least it's not as boring as having private lessons all afternoon, and just staying in the house all night." You say jokingly, but Satoru only looks at you-- feeling sorrowful with the faith you have. You hated it, you hated people looking at you with empathy when they hear your story. This is how you grew up as, this is the only thing you know, you had gotten used to living in isolation.
"Don't look at me like that, there's nothing you could've done." You say, trailing off at the end. Satoru let's go of the shells and runs into the water, you feel guilt forming in you-- thinking that you have somehow soured his mood. But you were suddenly splashed with water, hitting you right in your face. You stand in shock as you hear Satoru laugh from a distance.
"Why you-!"
You run after him, not caring that your clothes are getting wet. The water flowing under you, as your feet steps on the soft sand of the sea. You keep trying to catch Satoru, flinging water to him. And he laughs as he runs away from you, taking humor in the way you try and fail to get him.
Once the both of you tired yourselves out. You lay on the sand of the shore, as the water tries to reach you both. Heaving and panting out of exhaustion, you look at your clothes that are drenched. You huff and look at Satoru with annoyance-- but you really enjoyed that chase--, and he can only shrug and whisper an apology.
"Oh Moon! There's this festival that's happening 2 months from now. I was hoping if you'd enjoy it with me?" Satoru looks at you, anticipating for your answer. You hesitated, you're sure your nannies would forbid you from going. Before you can sadly decline his offer, Satoru interrupts-- "Don't worry, we're not actually gonna go there. I'll buy stuff from the festival and bring it to you. Then we can enjoy the view from your house." You stare at Satoru, feeling your heart flutter. You nod your head with exhilaration, can't believing that someone would do all of this just to be with you.
Satoru gives you the biggest smile ever, overjoyed with your decision. He stood up, helping you stand up aswell, as you both collect the shells you found today.
"Come on, let's go back. I still gotta teach you how to make a bracelet"
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Another 2 months quickly goes by, and the day of the festival arrives faster than ever. Satoru makes a quick trip to the festival, intending to buy snack for you and him.
The town was livelier than it's ever been with the streets are filled with food stands, banners, and light as kids run around with sparklers. "Satoru, You came!" He hears the familiar voice of Suguru, and before he can turn, an arm suddenly wraps around his shoulders while he was holding some dangos. "Ah-! Suguru! You almost made me drop my dangos!" Satoru looks at Suguru with irritation and the boy responds with a snicker. Suguru takes notice of the backpack Satoru carries and the camera sling he has around him, "What's with all the stuff? You running away?" His voice filled with curiosity. "Don't pry into people's business Suguru. Satoru wouldn't want us to find out about his secret girlfriend." Shoko's voice barges in, and the two boys turns their attention to the the brunette. Satoru huffed, removing Suguru's arm around him, "I am not running away and I do not have a 'secret girlfriend'! Now if you'd excuse me, I have somewhere to be!". Satoru quickly leaves the duo behind, not letting them have another word in. Shoko looks at Suguru with a smirk.
"I told ya he has a girlfriend."
Satoru makes it to your house, going to your usual meeting spot. You see him walk out of the bushes, and run to him surprising him with a hug.
"Woah- easy there moon. I could've dropped our food." Satoru steadies himself, making sure you both won't fall to the ground. "My nannies left to go to the festival, so we have the whole house to ourself!" You say with excitement. Satoru chuckles, picking a spot to set the food down.
"Ever tried dangos before?" Satoru holds up the dangos he save for you and you take it, giving him a small thanks. You both sit down on the ground waiting for the firework show to start.
"Look, I brought my camera with me. Now we can take a picture and have a memory of this special night!" Satoru pulls out his Instax camera showing it to you. You stare back in curiosity and confusion, never having seen a camera such as Satoru's. Satoru sets the camera farther away from you two, and sets up a timer--which the camera conveniently has-- before rushing back to your side.
"Hit a pose with me!" Satoru tells you as you follow what he says. Both of you holding your smile and poses, as the camera click. Satoru gets his camera back and snatches the film starting to come out from it. He shakes it around, settling next to you, before blowing it and showing you the picture. You stare in admiration at the still image, a warm smile showing at your face. And you both soon go back to eating and taking more pictures.
Everything felt like a dream. The full moon shining brighter than normal, the stars twinkling in the sky, and the waves as calm as the night. You can see the festival from the cliff, and it looked beautiful with all the lights and color-- you wished you could actually go there to see it yourself.
You look at Satoru, and you feel like your hearts gonna explode. The glow from the moon encapsulates his beauty as his vibrant blue eyes stare at the festival below. You're glad this night became possible with just you and Satoru alone.
"Satoru" he heard you call him and he turns his head to look at you, your eyes meets his and he almost thought that he was looking at the stars with how you look at him. "I'm really glad to have met you." you say, speaking out with your emotions. Satoru smiles at you, "I'm glad to have met you aswell."
"When summer ends, and you go back to the city. Promise that you'll remember me?" You say, trailing off at the end. Satoru looks at you, feeling sadness creep up to him now that he's realized that summer is ending soon. He'll have to face the reality of leaving you, and leaving the joy he experiences with your presence. He's not ready to leave yet, not when he hasn't been honest with his feelings for you.
"Moon, I-"
The first firework explodes in the sky, and comes more fireworks, filling the dark sky with colors. You turn your attention to the fireworks, awestruck by the beauty of the splashes of color. While you enjoy the fireworks, Satoru looks at you like you hung the stars yourself.
No, he can't say it now. Not tonight.
He looks at the fireworks, enjoying the show with you. As booms can be heard all throughout, with the fireworks lights going everywhere. And once it had ended, you look back at Satoru with satisfaction on your face.
"What was it you were gonna say, Satoru?"
"Nothing."
And the night continues on, basking in each other's presence.
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Early in the morning and Satoru is on an errand. Being tasked by his mother to bring a snack to Mr. Haruto after he helped with their garden yesterday.
Apparently, he lives farther away from the town, living by a hill. On his trek to Mr. Haruto's house, he stumbles upon a graveyard hidden within trees, secluded from the town. Rows of gravetones line up, as monuments of the long gone lie here forever to be remembered.
He didn't know what compelled him to, but he walked inside looking at the names of the deceased. His eyes catch a particular gravestone in the corner, as if it's calling him-- and like a moth to a flame, he approaches it.
A container drops to the floor as the snacks inside fly out, leaving a mess on the ground. Satoru had dropped it, as his eyes widen on the name etched onto the stone.
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(Y/N) (L/N)
1989-2001
"Loved and missed by many."
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Satoru feels his heart drop as he stops breathing for a second. He doesn't understand, how are you dead when he just saw you yesterday? Why is your name written in a gravestone when he sees you every night? Satoru stumbles backward, falling onto the floor. He can't think straight, and everything is starting to get fuzzy.
His breathing quickens, starting to lose his mind before he felt a hand touch his shoulder.
"You alright there, boy?"
Satoru looks behind him to be met by Mr. Haruto. The old man helps him up, dusting away the dirt caught onto his shirt as Satoru is still left speechless. "What are you doing here by yourself?" The old man asked, worried about Satoru's current state.
"Mr. Haruto... Is this gravestone real?" Satoru asked, still out of breath, as he points onto your supposed gravestone. Mr. Haruto glances onto your gravestone and looks back at Satoru, "It is. The incident had been a tragic one and I continue to pray for the little girl's family."
"What happened to the girl?" Satoru asked hesitantly, his hands shaking as he feels like his body is freezing from inside and out. "It's best you ask that to Mrs. Saito, she had been a close friend to the girl's parents. She lives in the town's bakery." Satoru nods, thanking him before sprinting back to the town.
The bell chimes as the door of the bakery slams open. Mrs. Saito startled by the sudden interruption, as she peeks at the culprit. "Satoru?! What brings you here? Oh look how grown up you are!" Mrs. Saito's face brightens up once she sees the familiar face of the boy who always goes to her bakery before.
"Mrs. Saito I need to talk to you.. It's about (Y/N)" he mutters, devoid of any emotion. Mrs. Saito immediately sees Satoru's state, knowing that this was serious, leading him to the back of the bakery.
"Mrs. Saito, what happened to (Y/N)" Satoru asks, despair tinged in his voice. Mrs. Saito looks down as she recalls the tragic memory of losing you, "It was an accident, and it still pains me to remember it. It was a year after you left the town, and (Y/N) had been playing to close to the edge of the cliff. We don't exactly know how it happened but she slipped off the edge and hit the rocks below. Her death took a toll to her parents, deciding to move out of the town." Mrs. Saito grips her dress, remembering the day when the sky was covered with grey clouds as the news of your death spread around the town. "That sweet girl has been all alone in her life, just staying in the house rather than playing with friends. I visit her grave from time to time, hoping that she won't feel lonely even in her eternal resting place."
Satoru's hands starts shaking again, not being able to process the story. "B-but, she's alive! I see her every night! I even have a photo with her during the festival!" Satoru pulls out the picture he took of you both, showing it to Mrs. Saito, but she only looks at him confused and concerned, "Satoru.. What are you talking about?" Concern tailing in her voice. He looks at the photo himself, shocked that he's the only one seen in the photo-- it was like you never existed at all. "I-I swear- She's alive! She has to be!" Satoru shouts in desperation, his mind starting to spiral and tears starts build up in his eyes.
Mrs. Saito helps him calm down, ushering him to sit and waiting for his mind to clear. She brings in some water for him to cool down, and waits until he's ready to talk again. Mrs. Saito holds Satoru's shoulder as she keeps her gaze on him, "Satoru, she's your childhood friend. I'm sure your parents heard the news of what happened to her, and I'm sure you heard it yourself as well. But you couldn't accept her death, so you pushed it at the back of your head, creating a world where she's still alive. I know how hard it is to lose someone, but you need to face reality. You need to let her go."
And suddenly, like waking up from a dream, his mind remembers the reality of what truly happened. All the moments he had with you these past few months, were in reality his memories of him and you during his childhood. He had been replaying his childhood memories, from the moment he met you when he escaped from the party, to the festival you both enjoyed from your backyard. It was all fake, you weren't ever real.
Satoru feels his heart breaking. The truth leaving him in shambles as he goes back home, locking himself in his room.
This isn't right-- Satoru knows he has to face reality. He can't keep living in a false world where you are still alive. He needs to confront you in order to accept that your really gone.
That night, Satoru walks on the path to your house. The breeze blowing harder than the normal, and the tides had become harsher than ever. He sees your silhouette by the window of your bedroom, before you come out of the balcony in a rush and hold onto the railing. His eyes starts to brim with tears as he looks at you like you have betrayed him.
"Satoru! I didn't mean to be a lie to you! I didn't mean to leave you alone!" You shout to him in desperation, tears of your own starting to fall down.
"How could you do this to me? How could you make me such a fool?!" Satoru stares at you with his tear filled eyes as he keeps marching his way to your house, until he felt like he was sinking. Looking down, he saw his feet sinking onto the soil like it was quick sand.
"Please, Satoru-! I didn't want you to forget me!" The breeze starts howling and the tides become higher. Hair blows on your face as you continue to grip on the railings, looking at Satoru as tears blind your sight
He doesn't respond, continuing to stare at you like his curelean eyes were burning through you. The ground continues to slowly eat him up until he's fully stuck onto the ground, not being able to make his way to you.
"My feelings for your were real, and yet-! I gave it to a fake!" Satoru can't let you go when you were the color to his bleak life. But he had to come back to reality. He looks around-- The tides clashing with the rocks, the soil eating him up, the wind unforgiving, and the moon starting to set.
"Please forgive me!" You shout as the wind starts carrying your tears. Time was ticking, and soon you'd be gone. And with his tears flying with the wind, despair in his heart, he lets you go.
"Of course I forgive you! I love you, Moon!" He says with all his heart, pouring all that he kept to you. He looks at you and sees you smile-- out of relief, satisfaction, or sadness? Satoru couldn't tell, but staring at your eyes tells him all that he needs to know. You love him too, but it was never meant to be.
The moon sets in the horizon and you close your eyes continuing to smile at him. The wind and the waves was all he could hear before the ground opens up, and he was sucked into the hole. His last glimpse of you was you feeling at peace as you reach your conclusion.
He shouts your name one last time before the world goes dark.
Satoru wakes up in a cold sweat, sitting up and breathing heavily. He looks around and he was back in his room. He's done it-- you were truly gone now, and although Satoru should've felt relief in letting you go, he can't help himself when tears start to run down from his eyes.
He hears his bedroom door slide open and his father come in. "Satoru, breakfast is-" his old man trails off as he stands stunned at what he was witnessing. He goes up to him, sitting on his bed beside Satoru.
"You alright champ?" His father's voice tinged with worry. Satoru doesn't respond, but instead hugs his father tightly, covering his face on his shoulder.His old man surprised by the sudden hug, but soon returns it as well.
The father and son stays in the room with no words uttered, as Satoru's silent cries continues on.
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The trunk of the car slams close as every box and luggage are packed inside.
Summer is coming to an end and so is the Gojo families time in the town. Just before Satoru gets in the car, he hears two sets of footsteps approach him and the call of his name. He turns around to be met with his friends waving at him.
"Going so soon? Without a goodbye, how cruel." Shoko teased as they both reach him. Satoru gives a boisterous laugh, "Well don't miss me too much".
Suguru reaches into his pocket and brings out a small pouch, handing it to Satoru. "It's a souvenir, so you won't forget about us, which you better not". Satoru looks down and opens the pouch, revealing a bracelet made out of blue beads and the initials of the trio. He feels a smile creep up on his face as he holds the bracelet close. Suddenly, he attacks the two with a surprise hug, giving them a squeeze. Shoko kept pushing him, complaining that she was squeezing him too hard, and Suguru looks like he couldn't even breath.
He hears his father call for him, and gives his final goodbyes to his friends before getting in the car. As the engine starts, and the car starts to move, he sees Suguru and Shoko continue to wave at him until their figures were too small to see.
Looking down at the bracelet once more, he wears it along with the puka bracelet he had made with you. He slides the car window open, letting the fresh sea breeze hit his face as he admires the view one last time.
From the distance, the house by the cliff can be seen. And Satoru's eyes widen when he sees an image of you by the window waving a goodbye to him. He puts his head out the window and waves back, happy to have seen you before he leaves.
Your mirage continue to wave at him until he goes back in the car and rests on his seat, a warm smile on his face. He gazes at the color blue sky of the morning.
The moon has set and the sun has risen.
a/n: I just had to make a story inspired by 'When Marnie was There' bcs I really love that film^^ Thank you so much for sticking until the end, and I hope you enjoyed this oneshot!
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Could you do one where ella brings her first boyfriend home to make him meet her family including nick and Chris nd the bf is actually a sweet little boy
Meeting - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot
warnings - fluff, cute
disclaimer: third person POV, let’s just pretend this fic came out before the last fic because i’m still gonna use Max
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4:35pm
Ella walked into her house as she held Max’s hand, pulling him in with her.
“Nick, i love you but please dame el cuchillo, you’re not cutting the fruit right.” Ella hears her mothers voice and a bunch of others in the kitchen.
dame el cuchillo: give me the knife
“Fine!” Nick says, giving the knife to Y/n.
“I’m back! With Max!” Ella yells out as Max has a nervous look on his face, everyone goes to the door way of the kitchen and living room and looks.
“Doma! Doma!” Y/n gives Nick the knife back and makes him hold it, him scoffing and shaking his head.
doma! doma!:take it take it
They all walk in to the living room, “Aye, que lindo! Eres muy guapo!”
que lindo! eres muy guapo!: how cute! you are very handsome!
“Gracias, Señora.” Max thanks, smiling at her.
gracias, señora: Thank you, Mrs.
Y/n almost faints at the fact Max speaks spanish, “Tu hablas español?”
Tu hablas español: Do you speak spanish?
“Estoy de españa, mi familia es de allí. Nosotros siempre voy en el verano.” Max laughs.
Estoy de españa, actualmente mi familia es de allí. Nosotros siempre voy en el verano: I’m from spain, actually my family is from there. We always go in the summer.
“Bueno, bueno. Muy divertido! Actualmente, estoy de-”
bueno, bueno. Muy divertido. Actualmente estoy de-: Good, good. Very fun. Actually, i am from-
“Aye, mamá! Let someone else talk to him.” Ella sighs, shaking her head.
Y/n nods, “Right, right.” Y/n takes a step back.
Matt was the next one to talk to Max, “You seem to have my wife swooning over you.” Matt laughs as he looks back, seeing Y/n start complaining about the uneven fruits that Nick cut, Nick trying to defend himself but Y/n always wins.
Max laughs and scratches his neck, “I guess so.”
“Right, so do you smoke? Drink?” Matt asks.
“Dad!” Ella butts in.
“I need to know! It’s not everyday your daughter finds a boyfriend.” Matt says, putting his hands up in defense.
“Yes it is!” Mailo laughs as he comes and stands next to Matt.
Ella goes to speak but Max stops the arguing as he clears his throat, “No sir, no drinking, no smoking, definitely no drugs. I am an honors student and i have a great attendance and i’m currently tutoring other kids, including your daughter.” Max says as he smiles.
“You’re in tutoring!?” Mailo lets out a loud, dramatic, doubling over laugh.
“Cállate! Estoy en highschool, so be quiet you little middle schooler.” Ella shoves Mailo’s shoulder as he continues to laugh.
Cállate! Estoy en..: Shut up! I’m in..
Matt smiles, putting his hand out to shake Max’s hand, “Alright, welcome to the family. He can stay!” Matt says, making everyone cheer.
“Mamá! Ella’s in tutoring!” Mailo continues to laugh.
“Que!?” Y/n calls out from the kitchen.
Que!?: What!?
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so i didn’t add where he talked to chris and nick but lets just say everyone liked Max
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running water - abby tlou2 x reader oneshot [SFW]
Abby comes back after days spent on a WLF mission, joining you in the shower to wind down and relax before bed.
SFW oneshot, just a super sappy cutesy little domestic moment
704 words
TLOU2 au, it’s mentioned that you work in the WLF medical wing/hospital
TWs: very very brief mentions of blood and bruises (anything I missed, let me know pls x)
P.S. this is my first abby fic PLUS the first one-shot I've posted on here. hope you like it!
You watch as soap suds trail little paths down your legs under the shower. The hot water from the shower steams up the room, creating a lingering haze and causing the bathroom mirror to fog up. Your hands massage the tension in your neck and shoulders, trying to relax. You sigh.
Abby has been gone for days. The weight of her absence, along with the stress that came with the sudden influx of hospital patients bore down on you. Today was especially exhausting. Nora and Mel had asked you to stay in the medical wing much later than you had originally anticipated, and it was safe to say you were really feeling it now.
You scrubbed the rest of your body, rinsed off, and reached to turn off the tap when you heard a gentle tap on the door. You pause, hoping that it was her.
“Abby?” you call out.
The door cracks open, and you see a flash of her familiar blonde through the cracks of the door. You break into a grin at seeing your girlfriend after days apart.
“Hi,” you say softly, noticing the dark circles beneath her eyes. Your graze scans her face and body, seemingly fine apart from a few little nicks and bruises here and there. Her exhaustion is apparent; Abby’s eyes are heavily lidded, and her shoulders are rounded in slightly.
“Wanna join me?” you ask her softly, and she nods.
Abby slowly strips herself of her filthy clothes, leaving them in a heap in the corner of your shared bathroom. Stepping into the heat of the shower’s running water, Abby heaves a sigh and closes her eyes. You watch as the tension slowly leaves her features and body, as if being washed away with the water.
After a few moments, she opens her eyes, and smiles at you. “I missed you,” she whispers.
“I missed you too” you say, reaching up to run your thumb just below her eye. You bring your other hand up to massage the tension from her brows and Abby’s eyes flutter shut beneath your touch again.
“Let me clean you up, yeah?” you say softly.
“No,” Abby says, looking down at you. “It’s okay, I can manage.” She reaches for her sponge, but you intercept, grabbing it just before she can.
“Let me” you say and she gives in.
Lathering up the sponge with soap and water, you spin her around and begin softly scrubbing the grime for her muscular back. You continue this routine of scrubbing and rinsing and scrubbing again all over her body, until her skin is smooth and there isn’t a fleck of mud or crusted blood in sight.
You finish cleaning up one another in the shower and pull on fresh clothes.
After throwing Abby’s clothes in with the other dirty ones, grabbing her a glass of water to set on your nightstand, and finding her hairbrush, you sit together. You’re perched on the edge of your shared bed, legs hung over the edge, while Abby rests her weight against your shins. You run your fingers through her damp hair, nails gently scratching her scalp and she tilts her head back to rest between your knees. She sighs into your touch.
Being like this with Abby, so… domestic - it filled you with warmth. The feeling of her weight on you and your hands on her brought you calm, despite the world’s chaos and violence outside the stadium. She was solid to you. Your peace.
“If you keep doing that… I’ll fall asleep right here.” Abby’s quiet voice carried up to you, and you chuckled softly, bending down to press a kiss to the top of her head.
“I wouldn’t mind,” you say in return, but pause your stroking and pull your hands from her hair. “C’mon.”
The two of you peel the covers back, settling down. Abby rests her head on your chest, an arm thrown over your midsection, and her leg sprawled over both of yours. You loved it. You resume soft stroking along her temple and hair, and she sighs deeply. It’s not much later when your hand stops moving as you slip into a comfortable sleep, your lover breathing deeply next to you...
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October 6: Spark + Not Realizing They're Injured
Just a really short Linzolt oneshot for @orangepanic's Whumptloktober! This one is loosely connected to The Investigations of Officer Beifong.
As she crouched in the narrow Dragon Flats alley, ducked behind the dumpster lid she’d bent into a makeshift shield, Lin Beifong realized that she had made several critical miscalculations.
The first was the assumption that she’d been dealing with a nonbender. The cut and dry stabbing murders in the Flats and Roku Plaza had led her to rule out any elemental involvement, but the dozens upon dozens of daggers currently flying towards her clearly proved that to be false. The second was that this killer was working alone, which was proven undeniably false by the water tentacles attempting to reach behind her barricade. The last, and perhaps the most damning, was the notion that she didn’t need backup. Not that she could have requested it anyway, since she was working this case off the books.
Realistically speaking, she was moderately screwed at a minimum. But at least she had managed to let the killers’ latest target get away. She was just contemplating how she would word all this in a report without getting herself fired when a familiar spark of blue-white lightning illuminated the dark alleyway.
A pained scream and a strong smell of ozone filled the air as the waterbender’s attack ceased. Taking advantage of the momentum, Lin tossed aside the dumpster lid and after a moments' strain, took control of the daggers flying towards her and reversed their trajectory. The metalbender cried out as the blades nicked him and the pavement rose up to bind his legs in concrete.
After binding the metalbender’s wrists in standard issue platinum cuffs, she turned to Zolt who was ever irreverently stepping over the waterbender’s body on his way to over her.
Lin scowled at him. “That guy better not be dead or I swear—”
“Relax, Linny. He’s just sleeping,” he said, smirking. “You know, you could have said something if you were gonna go after your killer.”
Lin crossed her arms over her chest. “Why should I inform a common criminal about police business?”
“Hey—criminal I’ll give you, baby, but I object to common.”
“And I object to you being here,” Lin replied. “Seriously, I have to call this into headquarters, and you can’t be on the scene when these guys get picked up.”
“Let’s get out of here then,” he said. “We need to get you patched up, anyway.”
Lin raised an eyebrow. “What are you—”
“Linny, you’re bleeding,” he said, gesturing to a growing patch of blood seeping through her gray uniform jacket.
Lin glanced down for a moment, before shrugging the matter off. “It’s probably just a scratch,” she said. “I’ve had worse.”
“I’m not taking any chances.” Zolt then scooped her up into his arms and started carrying her out of the alleyway.
“This is entirely unnecessary,” Lin grumbled, even as the smoke and bergamot scent of him lulled her into a reluctant calm. “And there will be consequences.”
“I will face them happily when you’re not trailing blood all over the Flats,” he said. “Now does that healer friend of yours still live on Port Street?”
Lin merely sighed when she imagined the teasing Kya would subject her to after this man carried her bridal style into her apartment. “We’re only going so I can call headquarters from her phone.”
“Whatever you say, Linny.” Zolt leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “Now press on your side before you bleed out.”
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hi, i would like to request a funny romantic grimmjow oneshot if that’s okay, thank you.
i really enjoy reading your grimmjow oneshots they’re so funny.
It is not often that the likes of Yammy, Ulquiorra and Aaroniero to rendezvous anywhere together. Well, Yammy and Ulquiorra sometimes get paired on missions (and really, there's no one else among the ranks Yammy gets close to tolerating), but Aaroniero? No one ever wants to hang out with him. But allegedly what Yammy had seen was so terrifying, he needed to gather anyone willing to listen to him.
On the off chance he has a real, grounded concern, Ulquiorra asks, "What is it?"
Yammy points ahead.
"It's just Grimmjow and that shinigami," both of Aaroniero's voices say, unamused as the likelihood of this being a waste of time is getting higher.
Ah yes, one of the many kidnappees roaming Hueco Mundo. Sometimes Yammy wonders if Aizen really is that bored. Though, unlike the ginger woman, you don't seem to value friendship or other similar sentiments as much, nor are you under the unyielding impression someone will come save you in the nick of time. It is a given you're a questionable character, though, considering you apparently served under the ever-sneering Gin Ichimaru before all this. It's almost like you're in kahoots with him for a nefarious purpose outside the scope of Lord Aizen's knowledge, but that would be ridiculous... Of course.
Then again, Yammy must be really desperate for entertainment to be looking into this at all.
Ulquiorra almost turns around to leave.
"Aaroniero, look at them you stupid creature!" Yammy says, clearly irked. "They're weird."
The other two stare on ahead vacantly. "Weird, how?" Aaroniero asks after not gathering anything of value with his blatant staring. On a good day he would've put Yammy in his place for such an insolent comment, but right now it appears the Tenth Espada's minimal attention span is focused on another topic, and so the effort is not worth it.
Sure, he supposes it is strange that you're conversing with Grimmjow at all, or that Grimmjow hasn't found an excuse to kill you considering you appear to be bickering with him. Is it not proper hostage etiquette to keep from getting chatty with someone involved in your misfortune? And even worse, why is Grimmjow entertaining you? Ulquoirra is a stickler when it comes to his 'bad evil guy' duties, and Aaroniero would've expected Grimmjow to try to outdo him as usual.
"No idea." Yammy scratches under his lip like he's deep in thought. "It seems wrong, but I dunno why. So I thought I'd investigate."
"And is this investigation in the room with us right now?" asks Aaroniero again, taking into account they haven't made any progress on the case at all. And Ulquoirra is kind of just creepily standing between them with this unreadable sort of look on his face that could give even Barragan the creeps.
Yammy huffs and strains. Aaroniero is unsure if he's on the brink of shitting himself or if thinking causes him physical pain, though again they all find themselves focused on you and Grimmjow, and the way you're interacting with each other.
Up until now it appeared to be some ridiculous, prolonged argument. Again, what confused Yammy is that Grimmjow made no attempt to smite you or otherwise hurt you over it. You nudge him with your elbow and Grimmjow shoves you harder, in a way that's challenging but not particularly combative. Then you laugh and make a weird face as you say something which appears to catch him off-guard.
Okay, Aaroniero decides, maybe Yammy was right for once in his miserable life. This really is odd.
Taking the opportunity, you pull him closer and press your lips against his cheek. That makes his skin flush before he yells a barrage of choice words at you ― many of which put your sanity into question, and they can make out his curses even from a distance ― until you run away, laughing some more. Once you're out of view, Grimmjow exhibits behavior that is very strange. And concerning.
He lets his fists rest in his pockets and grins in a way that's not wide or sharp or murderous, staring at the spot you'd been standing in seconds before, something unbelievably vulnerable about him. Hollows don't blush and Hollows definitely aren't wired to gawk after the object of their affection like fools once they turn their backs like they're shy. This is all... unnatural.
Wait. Yeah, Grimmjow isn't supposed to have an 'object' of 'affection' at all.
At last Ulquiorra's thorough examination of the blank wall in front of him seems to pay off because he says, "That's inappropriate," in a flat tone. Then Ulquiorra rustles to move like he's about to make his way there and scold Grimmjow over his visible unprofessionalism towards you. (As stated earlier, he takes his current occupation of 'creepy abductor' very seriously, and you're not exactly being a 'traumatized victim' either. Maybe he should have a word with you as well, and maybe with his constructive criticism it'll come to your attention that you're supposed to be upset, not flirty.)
He is the most overt choice when it comes to recognizing what is going on, between the three of them. In the moment Grimmjow is acting the way Orihime does whenever Ichigo Kurosaki is involved, to the point Ulquiorra finds it quite obvious when he so much as crosses her mind. Emotion ― such a feeble, weak thing. If he was capable of it, or even if he cared about Grimmjow in any capacity, he would've said he's disappointed by his weak-mindedness.
"Ha! Does little Grimmy have a crush?" the deeper voice of Aaroniero says, thoroughly amused by the stupidity he just witnessed, while the higher-pitched one says, "...I wish someone liked us instead."
Sometimes what he wishes is for his other half to keep quiet. And when he says sometimes, he means all the time.
The illness seems to be spreading because Yammy then goes on to cross his arms and pout like this turn of events affects him on a personal level. Ulquiorra raises a pointed eyebrow at the reaction, mouth still set into a tight line. "Could it be that you secretly desire companionship?"
Yammy flails his hands around before saying, "Shut up! I'll pummel you!" like that'll convince anyone Ulquiorra's deduction had been wrong. As if. Inconsiderate brute like him.
Before a brawl can break out, Grimmjow approaches them with a much more feral expression on his face. Certainly he hadn't looked at you with such thirst for blood at all. "What are you idiots yelling about?" Then, he allows himself a wild laugh before turning a corner and disappearing as unceremoniously as he had appeared. "God, I hate you all."
There is... a moment of silence. It might not be calm, but it's definitely silent, a stalemate.
Aaroniero offers, "At least he never changes?"
Needless to say, it doesn't help.
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LOL sorry if this isn't good I tried to come up with something that would be both cute and funny but romance is not my strong point so I try to emphasize the 'funny'. I kinda feel like Yammy and Aaroniero are half-out of character but it was for the sake of comedy which I allow myself
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we should stick together
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ELW8FCt by strawbeves "Blood, tears, screaming, shouting, bangs, pops, pain, fear, just so much chaos. Something had attacked him & torn him almost in two. His arms, shoulders, and the stretch of skin climbing towards his neck were in shreds & coated with large, angry red patches of scratches & if not blood. Nothing seemed fatal from what I could tell, I couldn’t see any bite marks." OR heartstopper au during a zombie apocalypse! just a short oneshot where nick gets gotten we hate to see it :( based with the last of us in mind!!! so think of TLOU settings & zombies! Words: 926, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, POV Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ELW8FCt
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Here's another quick Cyberpunk oneshot
Back on my bullshit.
Only just under 1k words, just a lil snippet.
'Caught in the mirror'
(Vee and her brain hitchhiker have a brief encounter with a mirror... she doesn't look quite as he expected.)
A bit angsty, TW mentions of scarring and in depth descriptions of said scars.
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There were agreements in place, even unspoken ones which seemed to evolve naturally as time went on, but despite all that some things were inevitable. Vee’s clothes slipped off carefully one by one, all the while she avoided looking down as if it were just another part of the routine. That is… until she catches a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror. The flinching wasn’t the worst part, it was that subtle buzzing sound that signalled Johnny’s arrival in the front of her brain. “Johnny, not in the bathroom, I want to shower-” She complained, only to be swiftly cut off from continuing.
“Look in the mirror.” The demand made her cringe, gritting her teeth at the firm ‘I’m not joking’ tone he’d taken almost instantly on arrival. “I really-” “Vee. Look. In the goddamn mirror.” Johnny repeated, firmer this time though notably not unkind. More… Stressed? Tense? Something that confused the both of them in their shared headspace, taking in everything as her eyes flicked from the sink to the display and back down repeatedly. There were a lot of things he could say, but right now his mouth felt as though it had run dry and he wasn't entirely sure if those nerves were Vee’s or his own.
The image of her pale skin leant over the rim of the sink wouldn’t be soon leaving his thoughts. It wasn’t the subtle freckles, the sickly pale colour, or even the more private zones of her anatomy on display that kept his attention. It was the scars. Not like the little nicks and lines across her hands and arms that he’d caught on passing glance. Not like the few blemishes around the rim of her cyberware. There were too many to really count, some more visible than others, but the most noticeable were extensive to the point where Johnny had to wonder how she’d even survived such trauma. They sat as angry red marks along her skin, like windows into the damaged tissue beneath. A thick V-shape stretched between her collarbones like a grim necklace, dipping below her sternum at the bottom point, the edges pinched and stretched as though it had been caused by some kind of high-speed impact to the chest. A subtle indented line through the centre of it marked where whatever wound used to be there had been just barely stitched shut. Then there were the scratches. At least that’s what he would describe them as. Three long ragged lines cut into the flesh in a way that implied whatever had torn its way through her body wasn’t as sharp as maybe it should be. They started, or ended rather, down by her gut. Dragging winding lines up around the left side of her torso to curl around to her back. He couldn’t see the rest, not from this angle, but judging by the incessant itching that sometimes plagued Vee’s left side he had to guess it reached all the way up to her scapula. What he could see, however, was the way every rib the ‘healed’ gashes passed over had a harsh valley where the skin was forced to bridge the gap between the broken segments of the ribcage that had been splintered and never got to reconnect. “Fuckin’ hell, V…”
The thin glowing rim of her optics spun slightly as she watched the face in the mirror glare at her. As if catching her own reflection had been an act of violence and she was now staring down a potential threat. “I don’t want your pity,” she hissed, uncharacteristically hostile toward the digital parasite riding shotgun in her brain, the sudden flush of anger quickly fizzling back out like a distant firework “I just… want to take a shower.”
He could tell she didn’t want to talk about this, about any of it, even if at some point they both knew there’d be a high chance he’d relive whatever fragmented memory she had of getting these scars. Still, the questions rose and sat at the tip of his tongue like bullets in a chamber. “Just wanna know one thing.” A lie and they both knew it, but if she wasn’t open to talking he’d at least narrow it down to just the one. “What do you see?”
That caught her a little off guard, expression softening if only a little back to the round and deceptively innocent appearance it leaned into when she relaxed. “See?” she echoed back confusedly, blinking while turning to look at where his hologram was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Nodding back at the mirror as an instruction to keep her eyes on that and not him. “... A problem. A risk. A weapon. A mistake.” “A survivor.” He corrects firmly, glitching across the room to place a hand briefly on her shoulder before disappearing entirely. The strange warmth that word left behind made her lip quiver. Nodding once or twice as she took a sharp steadying breath and stood straight from leaning on the cold counter. “... A survivor.”
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🦅 - Do you tend to plan out your fics, or fly by the seat of your pants?
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Dave Strider looks down at you, eyes wide.
Your name is Nepeta Leijon, and you are no longer dead.
You struggle upright as your pan swims with confusion. How did this happen? You were—you remember, you were just Davepeta, mere minutes ago. You dragged Lord English into the black hole, certain that would kill him, fulfilling your destiny to rid Paradox Space of him, and now…
Dave bolts upright. “Lord English,” he says as though his train of thought had followed yours, his voice hoarse. “Where—“
“I don’t know,” you say. “Is he dead?”
“Maybe,” he says. “But then why aren’t we?”
You don’t have an answer to that question.
You push yourself to your feet, a bit wobbly. Dave tries to follow suit, but his wings bog him down, heavy with water and sand. His legs shake from the adrenaline crash. He wants to collapse right back onto the beach, you can tell, just like he always would—
after a strife with your Bro, because those got intense fast; trying to stay on your legs after them was an Olympic feat all on its own, especially with the wounds riddled across your body from his blade, little scratches and nicks, none of them that deep but numerous enough to sap your energy, sending aches all over whenever you so much as flinched.
That’s not your memory.
You hold out a hand. Dave takes it. You hoist him up and drape one of his arms across your shoulders.
“Where are we?” he whispers.
“I don’t know,” you say again. You wish you had a proper answer.
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July 31, 1991
An "everybody lives and nothing hurts" AU Harry Potter oneshot Also available to read on Ao3 here.
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Harry Potter is about to turn eleven years old.
He and his friends are camped out in the back garden under tents made from blankets—some stolen, some kindly conjured by parents—strung between trees and the corner of the fence. In the mismatched light cast by a jar of fire, some floating glowing baubles, and an electric torch propped carefully in the fork of two branches, the kids have been playing gobstones for the better part of an hour. They all keep looking over at the clock radio nicked from inside—the alarm is set for midnight but they keep checking just in case. No one wants to miss Harry’s birthday.
The kitchen door and living room windows are open wide so the grown ups can keep an ear on the kids while they have a party of their own. Lily and Alice are telling the same war stories again—no one present hasn’t heard them, but still everyone laughs at the thought or the memory the two friends threatening to swap babies because they each swore the other had to be less of a handful.
“Of course, Lily might’ve had a point,” Sirius says with a grin. “Neville’s not related to James.”
More laughter, then all heads turn toward the garden at a loud bang. In a moment it’s clear the kids have shifted to a game of exploding snap, nothing to be concerned about though the blankets may have some scorch marks in need of mending when the tents come down.
The conversation shifts to the upcoming school year—Harry’s turning eleven after all. He and Neville will be starting at Hogwarts alongside Molly’s youngest son. The boys already know each other. Ron, his sister, and two of his brothers are among the gaggle outside.
“Isn’t Cissa’s son starting this year?” the younger of the Black brothers asks the other.
Sirius shrugs, “Hell if I know,” and downs the rest of his fire whiskey.
Regulus rolls his eyes and doesn’t press the subject. James passes Sirius the bottle, running a hand through his rucked up hair as he does. “I’m excited for him and I’m glad he has friends already but—I worry about him being so far from home.”
“James,” Remus says from his place not quite in Sirius’s lap, with the patience of one rehashing a conversation for the hundredth time that summer, “he’ll be fine. How long did it take you see Hogwarts as a second home? A month?”
“Besides,” Lily says gently, reaching over to rub her husband’s shoulder, “Severus will be right there to keep an eye him, and he’ll write us if anything happens—won’t you, Sev?”
Leaning in the corner, Severus Snape lowers his wineglass, locking eyes with his best friend, expression sour, “Of course. Including every time he lands himself in detention for taking after his father.”
James has the good grace to duck his head.
“Why did you even take that job?” Peter asks. “You hate kids.”
“I do not hate kids.”
“He just has a learned aversion to cocky troublemakers,” Regulus says breezily.
Severus raises his glass in Regulus’s direction. “And I prefer them when they’re older and less—“
Shrieking from outside and Harry’s voice yelling, “Ginny, put that back!”
“—bombastic,” Severus finishes flatly.
“I’ll go see what that’s about,” Frank says, getting up.
“Thank you, Dear.” Alice smacks his butt lightly as he passes—he catches her hand and kisses quickly before going on his way.
“Weren’t you only supposed to be teaching NEWTs?” Remus asks. He scratches at a scab on his knuckles leftover from last Friday—Sirius laces their fingers without thinking.
“Yes, then Slughorn retired, and I got saddled with a full compliment of classes.”
Lily grimaces sympathetically. “To be fair, it was time.”
“You like Slughorn though!” Peter accuses.
“I do!” Lily laughs. “He’s a good teacher in the encouraging his students way, but he’s really only okay when it comes to actually teaching the material. And if we’re being honest, Severus is and always has been better at potions.”
Severus smirks into his wine, which is about as close as he ever comes to preening.
“If we’re being honest,” Remus echoes, “he’s the best at potions out of anyone we know.” He points a finger sharply at James to preempt whatever he had just opened his mouth to say. “God rest your father’s soul. You only inherited about half his gifts, and this git’s wolfsbane tastes twenty percent less like absolute shit.”
Frank comes back in, chuckling to himself.
“Everything okay?” Lily asks.
He nods. “Everything's fine. Ginny had gotten the fire out of the jar and was threatening to throw it.”
“Oh no,” Alice laughs into her hands while Lily leans back into the couch guffawing.
“I got it back in the jar and sealed the lid,” Frank assures as he sits back down.
“I think you might be worried about the wrong kid, Snivles,” James says cheekily. Three people reach out to whack him in the head chastisingly.
It hits midnight. The clock on the mantle—silver, Lily's—begins to chime. Outside, the clock radio starts blaring rock music from fifteen years ago. The kids cheer and abandon their games to tackle Harry in a hug that's more of a dogpile. He can barely breathe enough from the bottom of it to laugh at his friends, but he manages.
His mother steps out onto the little patio at the kitchen door. “Harry!” she calls, a smile in her voice. “It's your birthday!”
A dark, messy-haired head pops out from between the blankets. “Is it time for cake?”
Lily nods. “It's time for cake.”
The kids all come tumbling out of their fort to crowd into the kitchen. Harry impatiently endures the ordeal of being sung at, blows out eleven candles worth of sparkling dancing multicoloured flames, then happily stuffs his face with cake, alongside his friends. With sugar highs and birthday excitement, they all stay up way too late but that's fine. It's tradition at this point.
The kids all sleep in fort in the garden, one big fluffy black dog among them to keep watch.
The next day starts at lunch. The doorbell rings and Lily hugs her sister and her nephew, who gets tackled onto the lawn by his cousin about as soon as his aunt lets him go. As more kids join the friendly tussle on the lawn, Lily leans into her sister. “How are you doing?”
Petunia shrugs a little and lets out a breath. “I'm alright.”
Over the afternoon, Harry opens his birthday presents—books and toys, puzzles and joke props, clothes and things for school. A packet of stickers that change the color of whatever they're stuck on are thoroughly abused. A brand new handheld video game is thoroughly marveled over while Dudley teaches his cousin how to use it.
In the evening, Petunia and Dudley go home. The rest of the party make their way across town to the Longbottoms' house. There's another birthday party to be had tomorrow.
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The Hideaway
Nick Scratch x Fem!Reader
A/N: Thanks to @thehappylittlehufflepuff for requesting some quality Nick Scratch fic and for being so patient with me, since I’m such a procrastinator and it seems like my life want slow down for one fucking minute to let me reach my keyboard! Also sorry guys I’m a bit Vanilla, I tried lol.
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Prompt: The Reader and Nick have some fun at a hidden club that has an exclusive membership.
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Nick had been promising something special all day and now was finally the time I got to see exactly what that “something special” was. As we made our way up the steps of a familiar building, I felt my excitement drop just a notch as I noticed the subtle sigils by the door of the seemingly abandoned building which I knew was the front door to Dorian’s.
“Nick.” I said as he pulled open the door and held it open for me. “What exactly is special about Dorian’s? We’ve been here a hundred times you at least a thousand.” I said as I walked through the open door.
“Just wait and see Y/N. Maybe you’ll find that you don’t know Dorian’s as well as you thought you did.” He smiled wickedly, his smile giving nothing away.
I walked down to the balcony at the end of the hall that overlooked the underground club of Dorian’s, seeing the usual witches and warlocks; drinking, dancing and making out. I was still extremely skeptical about Nick’s words about not knowing Dorian’s as well as I think I do. Nick took my hand as he led me down the one of the staircases and down to the bar.
As usual Dorian Grey was standing behind the bar counter wiping down a glass, till it gleamed. “Hello Nicky. Y/N.” He regarded us both with a small smile. “What can I get you both tonight?”
“We won’t be drinking tonight Dorian.” Nick smiled, before he placed his elbows on the bar counter and leaned in a fraction closer to Dorian. “Sorididum”
I rose my eyebrow at him, but Dorian seemed to understand the hidden meaning in Nick’s phrase perfectly. Dorian looked from Nick to me and smiled, before gesturing a hand towards a hallway in the back of the club.
“Have fun.” Dorian chuckled, before turning his attention back to his glass.
Nick took my hand once again and pulled me past a few people on the edge of the dancefloor towards the hallway that Dorian indicated; no one was down here but at the end of the hallway was a life size portrait of Dorian. It’s how I imagined his other portrait looked before he made his pack with our dark lord. He had that same tousled blonde hair he does now and his immortal good looks, but what caught me was his smile; it held an edge of sensual mischief to it and seemed to only grow more intense as we walked further toward it.
“Nick. What are we doing?” I asked, completely perplexed when we finally reached the end of the hall and were standing face to face with the large portrait of Dorian.
Nick turned to me and gave me a kiss, only to deepen it; his tongue intermingling with mine before he pulled away.
“I promised special. Let’s see if I can deliver.” He said as he placed his fingers as the edge of the painting and slightly pulled. The painting creaked on its hinges as it swung away from the wall, revealing a hidden entrance way. Nick grabbed my hand once more and pulled me towards the newly revealed entrance and to what lay beyond it.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as we walked through this hidden club. It was filled with people from a vast assortment. Some were completely naked with the exception of masks on their faces, others were led by leather clad women by a leather leash keeping them close by. Some were simply sitting down on one of the many red velvet couches getting a lap dance by busty women, there was even women receiving even more intimate actions on the opposite couches by virile young men. I felt a blush creep up my face as I took everything in, but even stranger I felt my center clench as we walked deeper into the club where there were rooms to conceal the more private affairs of its customers. However, those rooms did nothing to contain the screams of pleasure or the moans of ecstasy that was coming from the other side of them.
I tried to take everything in as we walked down the red halls, from every sound of pleasure, to the seemingly endless red hallways. Its walls lined with paintings of people enacting various sexual acts in varying positions that I’ve never seen before. Suddenly, Nick stopped and opened a door at the end of the hall, revealing a grand room with a giant bed covered in red silk sheets in the middle of the room; along with a varying amount of “toys” neatly placed throughout the room.
Nick stood aside while I took in everything, I could feel him watching me, assessing my reactions to a part of himself that he just revealed to me. I could feel my heart beat pick up speed as my excitement at seeing this side of Nick grew. I felt his presence behind me, then felt the soft sweep of his fingers; pushing my hair away from the side of my neck.
“What do you think?” he said placing a soft kiss behind my ear, making my body erupt in shivers. His hands wound around my waist bringing me closer to his hot body; as he buried his nose in my hair.
“It’s interesting. Very interesting.” I said, feeling his smile against my neck, and felt one his hands start to brush up and down my arms, making the goosebumps on my arms a permanent fixture. Suddenly I turned in his arms and he put his hands back on my hips, not breaking contact.
“So, what exactly did you have in mind Mr. Scratch when you brought me to this Den of Iniquity?” I smart mouthed, giving Nick a little smile to let him know that whatever game he was playing that I wanted to be added to the gameboard.
Nick gave me that award winning smile filled with mischief and I felt one his hands slide across the back of my neck and bury itself in my hair, gathering all of it in one hand; his fingers felt soothing as they rubbed small circles in my scalp. “Well if you really must know.” He said before his fingers fisted my hair tighter and brought my head sharply to the side, exposing my neck to him. “I brought you here to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do to you.”
I felt my body erupt in those same shivers only more intense, that reached all the way to my center making me clench deliciously at his promises.
“I brought you here Y/N so I could fuck you.” He paused smiling to himself, then leaned closer to my ear. “And maybe you can even fuck me too.” He whispered before taking my earlobe and sucked; making me gasp hard enough to reach out for him and clutch his chest. “But, that’s all in good time. For now, tonight is a bit of an introduction course to see if you want this as much as I do.” He smiled against my skin.
“Alright.” I smiled and looked over to the massive bed, then to the other “toys”. “What are we doing first?” I asked trying to keep from sounding too eager.
“Get on the bed.” He growled out, his chocolate eyes growing dark with lust until they looked positively black.
I did as he commanded backing slowly away from him until I hit the back of the bed and then jumped up, sitting on the plush duvet. Nick slowly sauntered over to me, eye fucking me the entire time, maybe planning out what he’s going to do next, maybe he knows exactly what he’s going to do and is just taking his time to rile me further.
“Now what? Mr. Scratch.” I said as innocently as I could muster without breaking out into laughter. But Nick wasn’t laughing.
He caught my chin with his hand, bringing my eyes up to his dark ones. “There’ll be none of that here, sweetness.” He finished with a smile, slowly bringing his lips down to mine, opening my mouth and letting his tongue slowly dance with mine, building me up to the main event. I could feel his hands sliding up my legs, until they reached my center, he fingered at the buttons of my pants before he slowly pulled down the zipper.
He broke our kiss so he could swiftly pull away my jeans. Kissing my stomach lightly before pulling them off all the way and chucking them across the room. “Sit up higher on the bed, sweetness.” He cooed in my ear and I did as I was told; scooting up until I hit the headboard and heard something jingle slightly above me. I looked up and saw a pair of handcuffs.
I let out a small chuckle and looked back to Nick. “Aren’t those a bit basic in the presence of everything else in the room?” I smiled, watching as Nick climbed up the bed and then straddled me, unbuttoning my blouse and helping me out of it, along with my bra.
“I told you love, it’s an introduction course. Don’t worry there’ll be plenty of time to play with the others toys.” He said as he tossed everything else where my jeans were, leaving me only in my underwear.
I smiled again and looked back up at the handcuffs and noticed these weren’t your run of the mill handcuffs on a bedpost. They were on a chain link pulley system almost, like the kind where you can pull up and down. Nick grabbed the bar that linked them together and pulled it down, I heard the tell-tale sign of chain links and felt my excitement grow.
“Another reason why I started you with these sweetness is because I know how much you love to touch me when we fuck.” He continued as I felt him cuff my first wrist. “How you love to pull my hair.” He said leaning down to kiss me. “Drag your nails down my back as you feel your climax coming as I pound into you…faster…and faster.” He whispered in my ear as he cuffed my other wrist. “But that’s not going to happen tonight Y/N.” He tsked. “No, tonight I’m going to start this introduction course by denying you touch. I’ll be able to touch you wherever…” he paused trailing his fingers up my slit soaking my underwear, and making me groan, arching my back up to meet his touch. “However, I want.”
"Nick.“ I breathed, pulling on the cuffs, the reflex to bury my hands in his soft dark hair, like a muscle memory.
Nick smiled, placing his lips against my neck as his fingers continued to softly plunder my center. He trailed his kisses up under my jaw and up to my ear sucking the shell of it lightly. I let out a low moan and suddenly Nick pulled away from me, fingers and all. He got up from the bed and stared at me for a moment, taking in the picture he was seeing.
“Fuck, baby. You look so fucking good like this, all tied up and willing for me. Do you want me to fuck you now?” He smiled, knowing full well the answer.
“Yes. Nick please.” I said feeling myself already becoming whiny from the lack of touching him.
“Okay sweetness. Since you asked so nicely and you’ve been such a good girl, letting me tie you up and play with you for a bit. I’ll fuck you real good.” He said as he slowly undid his shirt and then threw it over with my clothes. I watched intently as he slowly undid his pants; making it a show of it. Before he crawled back onto the bed and straddled me, sitting on his haunches as he slowly pulled off my underwear; and removing the final piece that stood between us.
“So beautiful.” Nick said as he trailed his fingers down the valley of my breasts, down my stomach and nestled themselves back in my cleft. I let out a heady moan.
“Nick.” I whined.
“That’s right baby, I promised I’d fuck you and honestly as much as I want to play with you right now. I also don’t think I can hold myself off from burying myself deep inside you any longer.” He growled as he spread my legs wider and then I felt him thrust inside of me quick and hard.
We both let out a greedy moan, both craving more of each other. I pulled against my bindings the need to touch unbearable; especially when he was so close to me, but just out of my reach. His arms were planted against my head and his lips crashed to mine as he pummeled himself into me, each thrust becoming harder.
I pulled on my bindings hard, as I felt one his hands reach between us, and rub my clit; setting me further on fire, making me practically scream. But Nick wasn’t relenting not an inch, his brutal thrusts only seemed to be egged on by my screams of pleasure.
“Nicky.” I moaned, “I can’t…last for much longer. If you keep that up.” I said breathlessly, feeling my climax build to a peak that I didn’t think I could survive.
“Hold it sweetness.” He said as he rubbed on my clit harder earning another scream of pleasure from me.
“Nick!” I screamed. “I can’t…” I moaned out, trying to be good and keep my orgasm at bay.
Nick pulled his kisses away from my lips and looked into my eyes keeping me captive. “Cum for me, Y/N.”
Without another moment I felt myself shatter into a million pieces that seemed to be scattered across the room and hidden so well in every corner there would be no way Nick could ever put me back together again. Nick followed immediately after me, shouting my name to what seems like the rooftops, so much so that I envisioned Dorian at the bar smiling.
Nick slumped against my shoulder, breathing hard into my neck and trailing kisses down it. “You were so good baby. So good.” He breathed.
“That was amazing Nick.” I breathed, pulling on the cuffs again. “Now uncuff me so I can touch you baby.”
Nick stopped his kisses and looked back into his eyes, that mischievous lust clouding those chocolate eyes again. He sighed, stroking down my body till he got to where we were still joined. “I’m sorry baby, but you agreed to tonight’s rules and the night is far from over.” He purred and clutched my hips.
I let out a gasp as he pulled himself out only to turn me completely around until I was face down on the bed. The bar the cuffs could actually turn so he could have me either on my back or on my stomach and never have to detach the cuffs.
“Just relax baby and let’s have some fun.” He purred in my ear and lined himself to my entrance once again.
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CHAPTER TWO: How Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina Should Have Ended.
Nick took out another scroll and unrolled it on his table when he was back in his room.
He had gotten some ancient texts from the library for a conjuring spell. If this didn't work– no it had to. This was the only way.
There was a small knock on his door and glanced back as Prudence stepped in, holding the basket of dark, blood red roses that he'd asked her to retrieve from the woods.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Nicky?" she asked as she placed the basket of roses on the floor.
"I'm sure," Nick said.
"You really loved her–" Prudence began but Nick cut her off.
"And I still do."
He knew deep down that if it was him that had died, Sabrina would have done the exact same thing for him. He couldn't leave her just like that. Was she lost, was she cold, was she hurt? These sickening thoughts had plagued him ever since her death so much, that sleep had begun to escape him until his every thought was focused on getting her back.
He loved her too much to not at least try. It made him sick to his stomach to watch everyone else accept their grief and accept Sabrina dead.
He went over to Prudence and they both sat down across from each other. She lit one single candle and they joined hands as they began their summoning.
"Proserpinae, jnvocabo. Quem inferi intercedere invocabo! I call upon Persephone. I call upon the Queen of the Underworld to intercede!" Nick and Prudence chanted together.
"Proserpinae invocabo. Quem inferi intercedere invocabo! I call upon Persephone. I call upon the Queen of the Underworld to intercede!"
The candle flickered off and Nick found himself sitting in complete darkness.
"Prudence," he whispered.
The wind whistled and Nick stood up, his eyes desperately trying to adjust the darkness. Everything seemed colder now. It was as if the temperature had dropped a few degrees.
"Why have you summoned me boy?" a strong male voice asked.
"I summoned Persephone," Nick replied. "I summoned her on my behalf."
"Then, it is I, Hades, that you should have summoned. I know what your soul seeks," the voice said.
"Would you give me back Sabrina?" Nick asked.
"I will," Hades said. "But to test your true love, you too shall walk towards the same light Orpheus once walked and if you fail, Sabrina stays here just as Eurydice was made to stay."
Nick took a deep breath. "Where do I go?"
"Walk wherever you wish, the light will come and so shall your lover," Hades' voice faded away until Nick was left again in complete silence.
He started walking ahead. Could he trust Hades? Not one bit, but he was going to do everything he could to get Sabrina back.
As he walked, sure enough a white light had appeared before him. The only sound following his ears was the sound of his shoes.
The urge to look back was strong, but he kept walking.
"Hades lies," a voice whispered. "Sabrina isn't following you Nick. She never was."
"Don't believe me? Turn around and see for yourself Nick!" the voice taunted.
"Sabrina is in a cage in Hades' Hell. She is the bastard child of Lucifer and a cage is befitting for a Devil child!" the voice said, before cackling.
Nick continued to walk even though the voices angered him and urged him to turn around. He was stronger than this. He had to be for Spellman.
"Nick?"
He stopped walking and his heart began pounding against his chest. Sabrina's soft, ghostly voice filled his head.
"Nick, the voices are right. Hades is lying," she said.
Nick clenched his fists and continued to walk, ignoring Sabrina's voice that continued to echo behind him.
"Nick don't leave me!" Sabrina screamed. "Won't you give me one last kiss! Nick!" Sabrina screamed behind him.
Her voice broke him, but he wouldn't turn away now. He was stronger than this. He could do this.
The light loomed closer and he jumped into the blinding whiteness, before landing on the floorboards of his room.
Someone landed on top of him and he quickly stood up, wobbling to find his balance. His eyes adjusted and he turned around to find Sabrina lying on the floor behind him.
Her icy blonde hair stuck to her face with perspiration and her eyes were wild.
"Nick?" she whispered, tears filling her vision.
He went to her and cradled her body in his arms and she fit perfectly as if she was made just for him.
"Sabrina," he breathed, kissing her cold forehead.
"You came back for me, Nick." Her voice was small and her fingers were icy as she reached up to caress his cheek.
He smiled and kissed her lightly before breaking away. "I had to come back for you, Spellman."
"I was so scared Nick, " she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Shhh." Nick cradled her against him and rocked her back and forth. "You saved me from hell once before, Spellman. I wasn't going to leave you in Hades' realm. I'm always going to be here for you, babe."
She looked up at him and kissed his cheek. "I love you Nick."
"I love you too, Spellman," he said, hugging her closer.
There was no better feeling that having her in hs arms again and he wasn't going to let her go ever again.
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Jade Grey’s Masterlist
Updated as of 05/15/2022
Nsfw/Smut = *
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
The Dark Lord;
-An Unwilling Queen *
Part 1 *
Part 2 *
Part 3 *
-Only for You *
-Don’t Mess with what is Mine
- A Day Away
- A Scoundrel in Our Midst
Caliban;
-Fuck You. As you Wish *
-It’s your Voodoo working*
Nicholas Scratch;
- No Interuptus Coitus *
- The Hideaway *
- A Change in Roles (Headcanon) *
Mayans MC (FX);
Angel Reyes:
-Sweater Weather *
EZ Reyes:
-Dime mi Amor *
Hank Loza:
- Gentle Giant*
Roswell New Mexico (CW):
Max Evans;
-Bright Eyes (Max/Liz pairing)
Star Wars;
Kylo Ren;
-Stolen*
Reylo (Rey x Kylo Ren):
-Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood
Stranger Things;
Jonathan Byers;
-Pictures of You *
Steve Harrington;
-Did you just Bite your Lip?*
-Netflix and Chill (Headcanon)*
Haven (SYFY);
Duke Crocker;
-Shelter from the Storm *
True Blood:
Eric Northman;
-Daddy’s Home *
- Who is this? I like Her.
-I Wasn’t Expecting That
-I Wasn’t Expecting That (Part 2)
-Moral of the Story
-Unexpected
-Snow Covered Dream *
The Witcher (Netflix):
Geralt of Rivia;
-Toss a Coin to your Witcher’s Thighs *
The Folk of Air:
Cardan Greenbriar/Jude Duarte:
- My King. My Queen.
Heathers:
Jason Dean (JD):
-Jason Dean (JD) x Reader (Untitled) *
Riverdale;
Hiram Lodge;
-Respect *
The Kissing Booth:
Noah Flynn:
-Noah x Reader (Untitled) *
Part 1 *
Part 2 *
-Into the Night
Defending Jacob:
Andy Barber:
-Trouble*
Knives Out:
Ransom Drysdale:
-I Can’t Get No...*
Marvel Cinematic Universe;
Steve Rogers Series:
Roll Me, Like your Flour Dough *
Loki Odinson:
-Mind Games *
Thor Odinson:
- A Simple Touch, Nothing More *
Bucky Barnes:
-I Need You *
Tony Stark:
- Morning Beautiful
Matt Murdock/ Daredevil
- Daredevil Oneshot (Untitled) *
Supernatural Universe
Dean Winchester;
- Love on the Road *
Sam Winchester;
Turn the Page; Supernatural and Gilmore Girls AU
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
-Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
Celebrities
Tom Hiddleston
- The Sound of your Voice
Henry Cavill
-Merry Christmas Baby
-Achey Thighs*
Sebastian Stan
-You just don’t Realize how Much I Love You
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YOUR MILK’S IN MY MOUTH [ao3] chilling adventures of sabrina. nick-centric. nick/salo/de sade. 4371 words. explicit. warnings in the additional tags. set between 3x03 and 3x04.
Nick came to see them crusted in ancient blood. It was in his eyes and his mouth. It had dried in his hair so each curl was ridged and spiky; his skin felt so tight that every expression pulled. When he wet his lips, they tasted sour and earthy, but a little sweet, too �� like syrup.
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Another Spellman moves in
Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
Pairing: Nicholas Scratch x reader
Word Count: 791
Requested: Yes - I'd love a Nick Scratch one, with 75 and 83. Do what you want with it x - @thegirlsadventuresinwonderland
It was your first day back after spending years travelling the world and learning about magic all over the globe. Today was the day you would move in with your aunts and cousins. You were part of the Spellman family and your aunts decided that after your travels you should spend some more time with your family again.
They were proud of you for serving the Dark Lord in such a worldly manner, but they still missed you. It was tough to contact anyone while being abroad. Even your magic couldn’t help you in some of the places you visited, but you’ve had such a great time that it didn’t really bother you.
While your aunts truly believed in your powers and knowledge, they couldn’t help but to worry. They needed to see you up and well, so for the next few years you would continue your studies in Greendale and at the Academy of Unseen Arts. That way they could have you nearby and look over you. It was nice to know that your family cared, so you happily obliged. You had your whole life to see more places anyways.
Something your aunts never really understood was that you didn’t want to rely on your magic all the time which is why you didn’t just send your boxes to your room with a spell, but carried them in.
Unfortunately, neither your aunts nor your cousin, Ambrose, were at the house when you arrived to help you and Sabrina was studying with someone from the Academy which you didn’t want to interrupt.
Currently you were balancing three boxes stacked on top of each other in your arms. You couldn’t really see anything apart from the box in front of your face, so you stumbled forward blindly.
“Let me help you with that,” you heard before two of the boxes were lifted from your arms and you could see a boy standing in front of you who was eyeing you with a smirk.
“Thank you! I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Yes, Sabrina told me about you. I’m Nicholas Scratch, but you can call me Nick. Where do you want these boxes?”
“Oh, yes, follow me!”
You led Nicholas to your room starting up a conversation again.
“So, Sabrina told you about me? What did she say?”
“Just that she couldn’t wait for you to live here and how much she admires you. She did miss to tell me about your beauty though.”
You chuckled at his comment, but thanked him for the compliment.
Finally in your room you put down the box next to the others and Nick followed your movement.
“Is there anymore I can help you with?”
“There are just two boxes left downstairs. I can get them myself,” you explained before you thanked him for his help, but he insisted to get them for you.
You accepted his help and thanked him again. When he was out of your room you decided to change into some clean clothes, since the ones you were wearing were drenched in sweat from the move.
You took your shirt off and carelessly threw it to the ground, before looking through your boxes to find a new shirt.
You cursed at yourself when you couldn’t find the box with your shirts since you didn’t bother to label them. It was bad planning on your part.
Your head was practically buried in one of the boxes, when you heard someone clear his throat behind you. Turning towards the noise you were facing Nick, whom you just met, while in your bra.
“Why are you naked?” He asked you, a smug look on his face.
“Technically I am not naked. I’m still wearing shorts and a bra, so that’s that. I can’t find my shirts is all.” You explained to him. “Why are you staring at my boobs though?”
“They look nice.” He shrugged, before he took of his jacket and handed it to you. “You can wear this for now. I can help you look for another shirt.”
He already started looking through your boxes when you pulled on his jacket. It was soft and smelt really nice which you didn’t quite expect.
“Thanks, but isn’t Sabrina going to wonder where you are?”
“I don’t think so. I was about to leave when I saw you struggling with the boxes.”
“Oh.”
After a few minutes you finally found the right box and gave Nick his jacket back, before putting the shirt on.
You offered to take him out for a coffee to thank him for his help which he accepted.
At Cerberus Books you both sat down, drank coffee and talked until the store closed. It was the start of something quite unique and beautiful.
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