#oh look everything is batshit crazy again today

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eddie Munson's royal scandal

Written for @astrangersummer, week 15

Words: 1,633 (also on AO3)

Prompt: Royal and/or Modern AU

Relationship: Steve/Eddie

Rated: T

Tags: Modern AU; Royal AU; Rock star Eddie; Royal Steve; Secret relationship; Fluff and angst

Notes: Previous part | Part 1

The fucking photo is everywhere. 

Eddie knows he should stop checking, should probably delete all his social media accounts and drop his phone in the ocean, maybe throw himself right after. Maybe he would, if that would change anything. He groans, slamming the phone down on the table and burying his face in his hands. 

They've been so careful, and for what? 

One second of weakness, one stolen moment by the backstage entrance of Eddie’s last gig, and everything is falling to pieces. He should’ve known better. You're never really alone, no matter how safe you deem yourself. Steve even less than Eddie. 

“I mean, not to be a smartass,” Chrissy’s voice pulls him from his thoughts. She's seated on the opposite side of his kitchen table, laptop in front of her. “But you do realize you could've just waited until you got to your hotel room?” 

Eddie stops pulling at his own hair to give her a tired look. 

“I missed him, okay? Between my Europe tour and his stupid state visit to Asia, it was the first time in months that we saw each other. It was literally just one kiss.” 

Chrissy gives him a look.

“Eddie, I love you,” she says flatly. “But it looks like you're trying to suck out his tonsils with your tongue.” 

Eddie’s forehead joins the phone on the table. 

“I know,” he groans. “Fuck. What do we do now, Chris?” 

She doesn’t answer right away, and that scares him more than anything. Chrissy always knows what to do.

“Maybe it won't be as bad,” she says, but she doesn’t sound convinced. “I mean the picture is quite grainy. You're pretty recognizable with your stage outfit and the tattoos, but Steve? He could be just some guy, really.”

“Yeah, no,” Eddie huffs, picking up his phone again. His private messages are blowing up, but he doesn’t find it in himself to open them. “Have you met those royal fangirls? Batshit crazy, man. They have the shape of his moles memorized and all.” 

“You have the shape of his moles memorized,” Chrissy provides. 

Eddie glowers at her, and her face goes soft.

“Hey,” she says, shutting her laptop and taking his hand. “We'll figure it out, I promise. I know it looks bad now, but-” 

She's interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. 

“That'll be the pizza,” she smiles. “I'll get it, you stay seated. Let's talk about this after dinner, I'm sure things will look a lot less dire on a full stomach.”

Eddie has half a mind to ask her how pizza is supposed to fix a single one of their problems. But he knows she's only trying to help, so he doesn’t say anything and shoots her a tight smile as she flounces out. 

The door opens.

“Oh, hi,” Chrissy says, and Eddie knows from the way her voice goes strained that it's not the pizza. “Eddie didn't mention you were- hey, wait, you can't just-” 

Eddie is already out of his chair and halfway around the table when Hopper comes stomping into the kitchen. He looks intimidating as ever in his shades and dark suit with the royal sigil pinned to the lapel. Today, he's also looking particularly pissed. 

“You!” he barks as soon as he spots Eddie. “You're coming with me. Move.” 

Behind him, Chrissy hovers in the doorway, wide-eyed and pale. 

“I can't,” Eddie says lamely. “I have pizza on the way.” 

Hopper looks at him like he's silently regretting all career choices that have led him to this moment.

“What you have,” he says,” is an appointment at the palace. Now c’mon, or you're paying for my parking ticket.” 

*

Eddie hasn't been to the palace more than a few times, and as on all of his previous visits, the paintings and the chandeliers and the gold and brocade of it all make him feel uncomfortable and on edge. So what if he's been secretly dating the crown prince right under the nose of the public for months? He's still allowed to think that the exaggerated splendor surrounding everything royal is a remnant of a long dead feudal system and a waste of tax money with no place in the modern world. It's called nuance, thank you very much.

Hopper nudges him into a lavish salon or drawing room or whatever the fuck they're called - one with a crackling fire and plush armchairs and a small fortune in antiques lining the walls - and wordlessly pulls the door shut behind him. In one of the chairs, gazing at his phone, side profile lit by the golden firelight, is Steve. 

“Remember all those times Munson said fuck the monarchy?” he says without looking up. It takes Eddie a very confused second to realize he's reading from the comments under the damned photo. “Never realized he meant that literally. Charming. They even got creative with the emoji, look.” 

He flips the phone around. Eddie sinks into the armchair across from him and winces. “I know, I know. So, on a scale from one to ten, how bad is it?” 

“Hm?” Steve says. He's in jeans and a cable-knit sweater, thin wire frame glasses perched on his nose. He looks utterly biteable. Except that's what got them into this mess in the first place. “Oh, very bad. Apparently, you've brainwashed me with some sort of satanic magic to overthrow the monarchy. Either that, or this is a slandering campaign against you, involving a carefully picked doppelganger and-” 

“Steve,” Eddie groans. 

Steve finally lowers the phone, putting it down on the small side table sitting between them and folding his hands in his lap. 

“Eddie,” he says. 

Eddie winces. He knows this tone, this aloof, barely interested drawl. Knows the way Steve holds himself - spine straight, shoulders slightly pulled back, chin up. Eyes so much dimmer than what he's used to. Distant and detached.

This isn't Steve. It's Prince Steven. 

Eddie hoped he'd never have to see the fucker again. 

There's a pile of documents lying on the stupid, fancy side table, right next to the phone. Eddie squints at them, catching the royal sigil at the top, the words non-disclosure agreement below, and his stomach fills with lead. When he manages to speak, his voice sounds hollow in his ears.

“So this is it, huh?” 

Steve sighs. “Father would've loved to speak to you personally.”

The heavy, molten thing in Eddie’s guts twists. 

“Would he now?” he grits out, trying to match Steve’s bored tone and knowing he's failing. Unlike some people, he hasn't been drilled into burying his feelings under a layer of ice all his life. 

Steve nods.

“He had more important things to attend to, though” he says. “Instead, he told me to have you sign this.” 

“Did he now?” Eddie says. It comes out hollow, words snagging in a too-dry throat. 

Steve picks up the documents, leafing through the smooth, white pages. Even the fucking paper is fancy in this place.

“He's instructed our PR team to get me a watertight alibi for the night of the concert. Said we'd deny any acquaintance with you. Forbid you from ever so much as speaking my name in public. I told him to go fuck himself.” 

“Did you no- … Wait, what?” 

Eddie snaps his head up just in time to see how Steve tosses the papers into the fire. The rage on that pretty face is pure, unbridled and undisguised, and Eddie’s heart tugs painfully in his chest. 

“I'm not gonna put a muzzle on you. You can damn well say whatever you want about me. I trust you, and that won't change. Not even if you don't want to continue this-” 

“Woah, woah, wait,” Eddie blurts. “Hold on a sec. You think I'm breaking up with you?” 

Steve blinks at him. “Um, yes? Are you not?”

Eddie can't stop the laugh that bubbles out of him. The weight that has been tearing at his insides ever since the damn photo dropped is gone. He feels like he needs to tether himself to something or he'll float off towards the ugly painted ceiling with the chubby, winged babies. 

“No, you stupid dickhead,” he says, and finally, finally takes Steve's hand in his. “I thought you were breaking up with me.” 

Steve gapes at him. “Why would I- … I'd never do that!” 

“Well, good,” Eddie says. “Cause neither would I.” 

Steve chews on his bottom lip, hope and doubt warring in those lovely eyes of his. 

“I don't think you understand what's at stake here,” he mutters. “If we make this public, it'll be the greatest scandal this country has seen in decades. The press will be all over us, your fans will hate you, my family will tell you to give up your career, they'll-” 

“Honey,” Eddie interrupts him, not bothering to hide the grin that's threatening to split his face in half. “If there's two things you should know about me by now, it's these. One, I'm terrible at taking instructions. And two, I don't give a rat's ass about what anyone thinks about me.” 

Steve's eyes are large and round behind his glasses, but Eddie imagines the hope is winning over the doubt. 

“I wanna be with you,” he says, squeezing Steve’s fingers a little tighter. “And to be frank, I think the system could do with a good shaking-up. Don't you agree?” 

Steve snorts a reluctant laugh, and his entire face lights up with it. “You can say that again.” 

Eddie thinks he's never seen anything as beautiful as Steve’s smile as he slowly lifts their entwined hands to his lips. 

“If it's a scandal they want,” he murmurs, holding Steve's gaze and pressing a long, lingering kiss to his knuckles, “I say let's give them a scandal to remember.” 

[ultralightpoe]

Tiktok Trouble Pt 2- Jake Seresin

Authors Note: LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO SEE MORE 

Word Count: 2253

Warnings: Allusions to smexy times

Description: You love pranking your husband, and tiktok loves it too

Authors Plea: Hey guys! I love likes and reblogs and I thank you all so so much. BUT I LIVE FOR COMMENTS! I really enjoy when you guys tell me what you like and dislike and what you want to see more of, so I beg for more comments. LOVE YOU ALL!

Enjoy!

The morning of your errands had started off salty with Jake, who content with bitching about everything, and you had gotten just as snippy with him considering you had been in such a good mood when you both left the house. But he had worn you down, now you were sitting in the car with your thighs sticking to his leather seats like crazy (he hated air conditioning and the heat was just clinging to you) while he ran in and grabbed what he needed from this store. 

Normally Jake would take you in with him, but today he made a snippy comment about not wanting to be in there forever so you rolled your eyes and turned the music up as he got out, cracking the windows like you were a dog. 

It’s here you got the idea.

You had taken a break from posting pranks on tiktok, your guys’ sink had actually busted (Jake was so happy he watched the videos) and one of his old navy brothers had lost their lives so you both had flown out for the funeral. After that everything just seemed to be too busy, and Jakes mood was ever so cranky as of late. But today seemed like a good day to try and lighten the mood. So you set up your phone and waited, once you saw him come out of the store you began fighting something in the backseat. 

Jake, as first, seems to think you are looking for something and when he gets into the car he slaps your thigh lightly. “What’d you lose?”

“NOTHING! BUT THIS BITCH HAS LOST HER MIND!” You snap and start swinging at an imaginary figure in the back. Jake stops and stares at you, leaning against his door as he tries to figure out what is going on while you act out a very angry fight. 

“What. Is. Happening?”

“Bubs, she’s running her fucking mouth to me right now- seriously? No YOUR MOM-” You are about to swing at the air again and he catches your hand, pulling you back and reaching to feel your forehead. 

“We should get you some water-”

“Mind your fucking business!” You shout to the back and your husband nods aggressively and turns to the back to snap out a ‘bitch’ before turning to you and moving to buckle you in. 

“You tell her. You tell that….bitch?” He really doesn’t seem to know what to do, so he simply buckles you and reaches for the water bottle he brought, that’s when he sees your phone. “Oh for the love of-”

You’re laughing your ass off and he’s covering his face as you turn off the video. “Really?! I was so confused!”

“I’m sorry. You were being such a sourpuss this morning and I HAD TO!” You laugh, kissing his elbow as he continues rubbing his face.  “Love you bubs.”

“I love you too. Even when I think you’re batshit crazy.”

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COMMENTS:

“The thigh slap- PLEASE LORD I’LL BE GOOD-”

“LMAO, when he finally just gives in and helps”

“SNSJKSJJANNX X I WANT THEM BOTH! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”

“Y/n has now proven she can fight anyone that tries to take her man”

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“Sugar?!” Jake calls from the bottom of the stairs, tapping his foot a little impatiently as he waits for your response. You, being the perfect wife who would never do anything wrong in her life ever, closed out the webpage of adoptable dogs that your husband specifically said no to and ran to the stairs. 

“Yeah bubs? What’s up?” You smile, watching his face morph into suspicion. 

“Didn’t like that one bit- but I need to run to the store and figure out what pipes match our sink. You’ll be okay here?”

“Will I be okay in the air conditioned house with my handsome husband out going to get stuff for our sink? All lonely and sad and ever so hor-”

“Okay okay, just gimme a kiss.” He laughs, waiting for you to run down the stairs and kiss him before you get an idea and run back up the stairs as he leaves. 

You snatch your phone and film a quick video of him getting into the car before screen recording yourself texting him ‘Come over he just left’ once you are sure he’s down the block.  Then you wait, until you hear a sharp screech and see his car zooming into the driveway. You set up your phone to record on his dresser and run to your shared bathroom as he books it up the stairs. 

“Y/n?” He asks when he reaches the bedroom, looking nothing less of pissed. 

“Yeah bubs? I thought you were going out?” You call from the bathroom, fixing your hair as you waited. 

“I decided that you broke the sink and should come with me.” He says sternly, crossing his arms and leaning on your dresser, the camera catching his jaw flex perfectly.  You swing the door open with wide eyes looking nothing less than excited. 

“Can we stop for pops?” You know he loves when you say pops instead of soda, and he tries not to smile. 

“As soon as you tell me what dumbass you were trying to sleep with in OUR BED.” He snaps, giving you a tight lipped smile with his arms still crossed. 

“Ohhhh yeah…. About that….” You smile, pointing to the camera and watching his face relax instantly. “Say hi to your fans bubs-”

“Are you trying to kill me?” He laughs, pulling you in to kiss you before standing up and walking to the door. “Grab your phone and purse. You’re still coming with me.”

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COMMENTS:

“Girl, he’s MILITARY. Are you trying to get hit?”

– “STFU, that man does not hit woman unless they ask. Watch their other vids”

“The way his arms flex when he crosses them. I see now why she likes pissing him off.”

“They f***ed in the car. FOR SURE”

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Before Jake got home from work you had hot glued the olive jar while taping it, then started cooking dinner while you waited. When you heard the sound of his keys in the door you started filming, leaving your phone on the table as you moved back to the stove. 

“Evenin’ Sugar.” He smiles, moving to you and kissing your shoulder as you move a cheek to him so he can kiss that as well. “Whatcha makin’?”

“Your in a good mood, that southern drawl comes out when you are.” You smile, watching him set his keys on the counter and reach across you to steal a green bean.

“Watched Rooster do 100 pushups.” He laughs before wrapping his arms around you. “What time do your parents get here?”

“About an hour- can you open that jar for me?” You ask sweetly pointing to the jar of olives you had glued. 

“What do I get out of it?” He teases, already snatching the jar. He tugs on it once, twice, then he gets frustrated and puts all his strength into it, face pinching up as he grunts out. “You’re kidding me..”

“Can’t get it?” You ask, moving closer as he tries again, grunting and turning red. “How about you go get changed and try again when you come back?”

He nods, setting it down with a face of disbelief and allowing you to kiss his cheek before running off to change. You snatch the jar and take it to the fridge, replacing it with the jar you hadn’t glued, setting it up. When you know he is within eyepoint you grab the fresh jar and pop it open with ease. 

“WOAH BABY!” He laughs, picking you up and spinning you around. “I married she hulk.”

“It wasn’t that hard.”

“Now you’re just hurtin my feeling- HEY GOTCHA!” He spots the camera, keeping you lifted in one arm while he points at it. “You tried messing with me and I busted ya-”

“Okay okay- put me down.” You laugh, gripping his shoulder to not fall. “Bubs-”

“Nope!” He laughs, reaching for the sink hose and dousing you with it making you squeal. 

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COMMENTS:

“I think he is finally catching on”

“Making us all wet- oop”

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The next prank a whole two weeks, both of you getting busy with work and not having much time together besides sleeping, but you finally had a day off….which meant torturing your husband obviously.

You had woken up before him and gotten ready, doing your hair and makeup just the way he liked whilst picking an outfit you knew he loved before walking downstairs and putting a little heart over the date on the calendar just to fool him a little more. 

He trudged downstairs while you were on the phone with your parents, taking a second to lean on the counter and admire you while drinking the coffee you already prepared for him, wiggling his eyebrows when you turned to him while talking. 

What he didn’t know was that you were talking on a fake phone whilst yours was hidden on a shelf filming him. “Yes! I’m very excited for tonight, I think Jake is gonna try to surprise me.”

His eyebrows stop wiggling and pinch together in confusion as he pulls the cup away from his lips, mouthing a ‘what’ as you point to the calendar and then leave the room to keep ‘talking to your parents’.

Your husband looks at the calendar and sees the heart, head snapping to the side as he tries to think about what today was supposed to be. “Crap crap crap-”

The only problem came when your phone actually started ringing, drawing his attention to where it was hidden to film. “AHA!”

You laugh from the other room, knowing you were busted and the prank had failed, walking in to watch him flip the camera off and turn it off. “You haven’t been on your a game , lovely wife. I expect better.”

“Bring it on then.” You smile, enjoying the cocky smile that fills his face. 

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So you upped your game, you bought a couple cameras to hide around and you thought of some great ideas. Jake Seresin was gonna regret marrying you. 

The first day he was gone on a mission you decided that instead of worrying about your husbands safety you would rather learn the WAP dance to piss him off when he gets back. The day after his return he is laying on the couch with his eyes closed (you made him tired after a long night in his defense) and you decide that you want to show him a tiktok dance.

“Okay I’m gonna set up the phone here,” You explain, leaning it against your tv before taking a couple steps back for dancing room. 

“Oh so I know where the camera is this time?” He teases, you snort and try not to look where the mini camera is hidden by his game console. 

“Just watch-” You laugh, playing the song. His eyes widen when it starts playing and then you start dancing and he is shooting up. By the time the song got to the actual WAP part he is dashing to snatch you up of the floor. 

“No ma’am.” He laughs, hanging you in the air like a dog that just got busted.

“WAIT! THERE IS MORE!” You laugh as he goes to turn the phone off. 

“Sorry Sugar but I really don’t need the squad seeing my gorgeous wife dancin’ like a stripper all over the internet. Save it for the bedroom.” He sets you down and smacks your ass harshly while laughing before he leaves the room thinking you hadn’t gotten any of that on film….sucker.

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COMMENTS:

“THE LAUGH AFTER HE SPANKED HER! STFU FNJENFJDBSB”

“LET HER FINISH THE DANCE! NOOOOO-”

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“JAKE SERESIN!” You shout, winking to the camera that was hidden in the kitchen and wait. The second you shouted with an angry tone you heard his phone drop and the sound of his feet hitting the stairs to rush to you. Once you were sure he could see you, you pretend to be angry. 

You have your arms crossed and a harsh glare as he comes into the kitchen looking like a little puppy. 

“Yes Sugar?”

“You got something you wanna tell me?” You ask, taking a step back when he takes a step for you. His eyes flash hurt and for a second you wanna tell him it’s a prank, but you double down and wait. 

“I….I uhm- well…..I forgot our anniversary?” He guesses, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. “No! Wait! I missed your families monthly dinner- no w-”

“Final answer?”

“Wait, Y/n baby, just tell me what I did. No gimme a hint.” He rushes, falling to his knees. THE MAN ACTUALLY FELL TO HIS KNEES, and grabbed at your thighs. You break then, laughing and grabbing his jaw softly. 

“Just a prank babe.” You smile, kissing his temple and he whips back to glare. 

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I’m gonna make a tiktik and start pranking you!” He seethes and you crack up, but he shakes his head. “You’re laughing now, but you just started a war sugar.”

“Bring it on Bubs.”

“Oh I will.” He flips off your phone which makes you laugh harder already knowing that the phone wasn’t recording and he kisses your cheek before walking off. 

“See you soon…..”

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COMMENTS:

H_ngman: You have been warned!

Mrs.Bagman: Bring it on!!!

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[ainri]

obsessive love disorder

•“youre so upset with me but im so obsessed with you…”

inspired by i’m so crazy for you by rebzyyx ^

• hunter x hunter

•characters: chrollo lucilfer, hisoka morow, illumi zoldyck

• them stalking gn!(name)

•fic warnings: !dark content!, cuss words, stalking, implied threatening, violence mentioned in chrollo’s part, kidnapping in hisoka’s part, photos taken w/o readers consent, reader contemplates suicide in illumi’s part.

•i honestly couldn’t decide because this isnt fluff and also isnt angst. its really just !dark content!

•masterlist

•a/n: guys this was supposed to be a fluff of them having a s/o stronger than them. didn’t even mean for this to become dark content. also illumi was gonna be in black but then i changed my mind last minute…

chrollo lucilfer

—

~what the fuck is going on???

~you were verbally fighting at an underground auction.

~you got mad and swung at him

~not only did he constantly outbid you by a single cent, he dared to call you a ‘crude’ for rejecting him after the auction!?

~he didn’t bother to stop your punch. he didn’t think you’d actually land the hit on him.

~the hit (in which he thought youd miss) actually hurt.

~for you to be stronger than him you’d have to be like batshit strong….. so props to you!

~suddenly you start seeing him all around york new city, almost too much, almost stalker-ish..

~“(name)! lets fight again and no sneak attacks but lets not use nen—“

~then it hit you.

~“wait! how do you know my name? i never shared it with you. in fact, tell me, why do we keep intersecting paths in a city as big as york new? i never saw you before the fight, i’m sure of it! have you been stalking me since?”

~what! of course not! we just happen to be in the same area again at the same time id never stalk you… i heard someone call you by a name so i assumed it was your name.”

~he said it mildly suspiciously with it being crystal clear he had made up the excuse as he was speaking.

~you knew he had to be following you. no way this was all by chance. you dont even use your real name on documents!?

~“i dont believe you, besides i know youre lying. stop following me, i know you are. you breathe quite loudly to be honest.”

~he froze. how did you know? what would he do?

hisoka morow

—

~this is….bizarre to say the least.

~hisoka attracted to a random defense attorney?

~“don’t fucking talk to me, you know i don’t like you. get out of my sight. i dont desire to see trash like you this early on in the day.”

~(name) said coldly, not wanting to deal with any of hisoka’s shit today.

~maybe it was the authority in your voice? intelligence? how you looked? oh! or maybe how you carried yourself? who knows.

~not that you were complaining! it was just weird.

~exes suddenly all apologizing, or coming up as dead. almost as if they’d been threatened.

~“so mean (name)! why do you hate me so much hmmm? i’m sure you appreciate your exes saying sorry why be upset?”

~your eyes widened almost unnoticeably.

~all anyone knew about hisoka the magician was once he wanted something, he got it. no matter what he had to go through to get it.

~“how do you know about that hisoka?”

~random camera flashes, feeling like someone was watching, clothes disappearing, items in your apartment being in different places within hours. this is eerie, unnatural almost.

~“a magician never tells his secrets! you should know this best of all my dear (name).”

~you pause, looking back at hisoka in shock and fear. suddenly everything went to black. all that was left in your vision was hisoka standing over you.

illumi zoldyck

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~how did one of the strongest members of the zoldyck family become so attached to a mere servant?

~maybe it started in your teen years when you were assigned off to protect illumi?

~nonetheless, being a zoldyck servant was nothing short of eventful.

~from the usual family fights to having to coordinate his outfits.

~“(name) does this look good on me?”

~“it does look good on you young master; do you believe it looks good on you too?”

~“hmm yeah i do. it reminds me of that coat you were looking at with canary.”

~you weren’t even together that day. it was your only day off this year.

~he had always stalked you. you knew it, you just couldnt do anything about it.

~i mean what are you gonna do? tell silva his son’s stalking you? he simply doesn’t care, why waste his time and have him get rid of you?

~defying illumi is like asking for death. you’d rather kill yourself then upset illumi.

~that fate (of defying him) was much worse then death, something his previous ‘caretakers’ knew well before their untimely deaths.

~you have many bigger issues in your life than his stalking and undergarment theft.

~until he does something and goes well, too far, there’s nothing you can do until then.

~not until he gets bored of you, can you do anything to free yourself from this life.

~the day he gets bored of you is the day that you’ll likely end it.

~a day you should look forward to as a zoldyck servant.

©2023 ainri; do not repost my work without credit or repost my work in a different language♡

[theamityelf]

You made a post a while back on the Hajime and Makoto being boyfriends and the reserve course students thinking Hajime is going to end up dead sooner or later but in he's also batshit crazy. PLEASE! I need to see more instances of this.

Also works for another post you did with Komahinaegi with Hajime being overly prepared. Imagine if one day Nagito's luck somehow caused a very complex machine to malfunction and everyone is running but Hajime just walks up and deactivate it with ease before it can do serious damage, everyone is confused asf and he's just like "Eh, another thursday." Or him coming in to save Makoto from life threatening situations and shrugging it off with his classmates thinking he's an Ultimate in disguise. Was it dangerous? Yes! Should no sane person attempt to do that? Nope! Would he do it again? Abso-fucking-lutely, no hesitation either!

Ah, thank you for this! Yeah, I love this dynamic for them.

My first thoughts, for this:

A fire or similar disaster befalls the main course building, necessitating an evacuation. Hajime sees that Makoto is missing from his class and runs into the building to find him. The entire school sees a reserve course student run into the flaming main course building and shortly trudge out carrying an injured luckster.

One of Makoto's (or one of his classmates') homework sheets blows away and winds up caught in one of Kazuichi's (unattended) machines. Makoto reaches into the machine to get it out, and his arm ends up stuck, and everyone is like "Oh no, don't move, if that machine does anything right now you might lose an arm. Where's Kazuichi?" Hajime is already pulling olive oil or some similar lubricant out of his backpack with one hand and calling Kazuichi with the other hand. "Kaz? No, shut up, it happened again; you need to get over here and make sure this thing is inactive, before we pull him out. Yes, now! My free period ends in a few minutes and Makoto might lose an arm!" Hangs up and promptly reassures Makoto, "You're not going to lose an arm."

Hajime sees any kind of commotion outside his classroom window and gets up, like, "I have to go." Comes back to class a few minutes later, saying (in the strictly Hinaegi scenario) "False alarm; it was the other one." In the Komahinaegi scenario, his classmates try to guess which of his boyfriends was the problem based on how exasperated he looks.

Hajime has developed an awareness of his surroundings such that he pretty consistently says "Duck," anytime a projectile flies in their vicinity. Makoto's reaction time has not improved quite as much, so about fifty percent of the time it goes like, "Duck." "...Huh?" Whack. Frisbee or ball to the head. Hajime promptly pulls any spare rag or shirt out of his backpack, wets it with his water bottle, and directs Makoto to hold it to his head while he walks him to the clinic. "I'm okay, really." "No, you're going to see Mikan." (Sakakura sends them both a dirty look as they enter the building, which Makoto misses but Hajime doesn't, sending him a dirty look back.) But since Makoto doesn't always duck in time, Hajime takes to just yanking him out of the way of things.

Hajime gets sick and has to spend the day in bed. Makoto visits his room in the morning, to bring him food from the cafeteria and tell him to get well soon, and Hajime hands him a folded note, like, "Give this to Kirigiri. It's her job to cover luck shenanigans today. This should be everything she needs to know." "She will be offended that you think she needs a note." "Give it to her anyway; I'm not taking any chances. And tell Kuwata to take the day off, throwing stuff."

Anytime Hajime is called to the clinic for Makoto, the first word out of his mouth is, "Shoelace?" In fact, he periodically texts Makoto "Shoelace" throughout the day, just in case.

He knows a lot about fire safety. "No, you don't use water on an electrical fire! You don't use that, either! Move over..."

Someone in Hajime's class: Ow, papercut. Who has band-aids? Multpile classmates: Hajime has band-aids.

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^(#｀∀´)_Ψ･･・･・･†_(ﾟｰﾟ*)β—SAY IT.—Kai Adachi x Thereain—*ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

notes: WH-, man not again, jealousy, fake marrige, extreme jealousy, kissing, flirting, shy kai, threian is a fuckwit and i hope he dies, knives, trauma, yandere!thereain, not in title cause hes a yandere in every au, kai is kinda batshit crazy, blood, anger, blood mage, maya makes another apperance, fancy knife collection, pining, teasing, gonna kms, akari is kai’s older sister obviously, kai uses she/her/they, teacher x apprentince, the fuck is thereian’s problem. gambling, acohol, knife useage, mainuplation, smut, OH YEAHHHHH , this is absoutetly mind bending and moan, everything bro, this is so ngh, dawg im not even gonna lie to you theriean is really fucking hot in this, bitting, like lots of it, fucking, edging, sadism, masochism slightly, i cannot do this man oh god, merry christmas, fingering yep, ties, suits, hair pulling, nosebleeds, bruising, man this is brutual, consent is given, choking slightly, overstimulation, UH HUH, theriean does not know when to shut up, emotional abuse??, kai gets a little beaten up, extreme emotions, kai is despreate for theriean, kai runs into jiren, lenevery and ciel again, ciel being a little shit, ciel being a fucking flirt, ciel is kinda into kai??, theriean breaks kais wrist and gives her a bloody nose but not in the smut, porn with plot.

Kai sighed as she fixed the collar of her shirt. Another day of being in this hotel’s ressidence she guessed. It wasn’t too crammed though, and she adjusted it to fit her theme.

Still..her mood wasn’t the best today…she shook her head and opened her room door. Theriean was simply sprawled out on the hotel’s couch. He was watching the TV, his eyes flicking around.

He perked up when he saw her slide into frame. It was amusing how his attention immeditally drifted to her. He grunted and adjusted his posture slightly so he faced more her way.

“Good morning, Apprentince. What are you-..” He started but was cut off by him taking in her.

She wore a pretty red flowly shirt, the collar having the same necklace she always wore around it. It also had black webbed sleeves that had small lace openings and looked sliky.

They also wore a pretty basic red skirt, it having the same spider like black lacing. He would’ve assumed them to go for white instead, but it was nice. They also had red crystal earrings hanging from each ear and a red headband ontop, trying to sort her messy hair.

“Uh..is something wrong..??” She nervously asked, shifting.

The male snapped out of it and smiled at her.

“Nothing, you just look nice.” He complamented.

Kai grinned slightly before looking away. It was nice to be complamented by her crush, but she still hated something about it. It felt held back.

“So..what are we doing today?” She asked.

He hummed and shuffled around some more. Usually he would be so restless but it seemed like he kept staring at her.

“I think we can ask around the casino some more. Actually, do you want to split up today?” He pondered.

The long haired girl blinked a couple times. Split up?? Usually he would never allow something like that. He was paranoid of her leaving him, she and he both knew that.

“Split up..?” She echoed.

He nodded and leaned his head aganist his hand. His darker red eyes seemed to reflect her own.

“Yeah, split up. I think we’ll get around quicker if we do. Ah-but don’t go TOO far.” He explained before warning.

She sweated and pressed her lips into a line. This geniuley seemed what he wanted and who was she to object? He most certianely would raise a eyebrow at them if they started being defiant now.

“Okay!..” She hesatainetly agreed.

He still seemed to pick up on their emotion as he sighed. He finally stood up and walked around then, closely basically circling them. His hands were behind his back before he placed them on their shoulders.

“Don’t worry, you won’t miss me for too long.” He reassured.

The lighter eyed girl merly nodded as she could feel his smile from behind her. He was messing with her again. She could feel it in her soul.

“I’m serious, Kai..~” Theriean breathed out, turning her around.

She tensed, this was new?? Sure, he liked touching her but she thought it would only be a verbal remark.

She tensed further when his grin was in full view. It was a simple one, one that could probably make a basic girls heart pulse. And she was that basic girl.

But before anything really had happened, he pulled away. Like it was nothing. Her mouth fell into a open frown as she gazed at him.

“Let’s go then!” He encourged, moving further away.

She didn’t like it. She wanted to grab him and yank him back but she couldn’t.

He stared back at her before tilting his head. She was odd to him aswell. But it didn’t come off as anger, as theirs did.

The shorter shook their head and offered a tight smile.

“Right, let’s go.”

The pair ventured off-not actually a pair anymore. Kai was alone, again. Once they had reached the casino he immeditally caught somebody and made a motion for them to leave.

They clentched their hands into fists and looked down slightly. The streets were busy, of course. People smiled, talked to vendors, and conversed with one another. The blood mage just scowled further.

No one seemed to bother them, while they were by themself. Not that they cared, just something they noticed.

“Hey, you okay there?” A hand landed on her shoulder.

She immeditally froze and whipped around. Meeting two men, different. One had brunette hair and amber eyes. While the other had black hair and dark colored golden ones. From their auras, they didn’t seem to be related, or like each other at all in that manner.

Funnily enough, the brunette who had put his hand on her shoulder stared wide-eyed. It was like something familar had crossed his path but not quite.

“Oh..yes..sorry may I help you?” She tried to be polite.

The other male seemed to be a little more intrested now. He gave her a quick once over, seeming even more amused.

“Yeah, Jiren. Why did you stop an imporant looking person?” He mocked, nudging the other male.

Speaking of him, he seemed to not be amused at this. He shoved the other back before looking at Kai.

“You just seemed to be annoyed, orrrr’ thinking about something REALLY hard.” He added on.

‘Oh.’ The white-nette thought.

The slightly taller male scoffed and actually grabbed Kai. Her eye twitched slightly at the unwanted contact but hey, at least they weren’t in people’s way anymore!

“Just say they are eye candy, good gods.” He sarcastically hissed.

The red eyed girl blinked a few times in surprise but didn’t say anything. Jiren, on the other hand, glanced from her to the male holding onto her.

“Hey don’t they look oddly simaliar to akari?” The end of his question was blurred out.

Ciel made a sound of confusion and leaned closer to her. She turned a little red while leaning away but glared a little. God, it was really bad today, wasn’t it?

“Oh yeah, I do see it.” He hummed.

She waited for him to move back to the way he was, he didn’t. She grunted and grumbled under her breath while moving back a little more and standing straight.

“Again, I’m okay. I’m just looking for someone.” She explained.

Good enough. Also, she just now noticed, Jiren had a familar accent to him.

“Looking for someone? Well is it the love of your life? Because I think you just met him.~” Ciel smoothly stepped.

The female didn’t even notice when he slung his arm around her shoulder. He moved so smoothly and talked with a certian sleze.

Her throat seized for some annoying reason and her face heated. She hated how easy it was to get embrassed. Being pale didn’t help with their problem either.

“Aw, your cute!~” He contuined, after seeing their blush.

The long haired girl simply grumbled and looked away. The other male also seemed annoyed at this.

“Ciel, c’mon. If you don’t mind me asking, who are you looking for?” He pulled the dark haired one away and smiled at her.

She just now noticed how he seemed to have cat ears, albit scarred. It was like someone had cut them up. And he also had a tail behind him, it seemed docile for the moment.

Should she say something?? I mean, if she came back to Theriean empty handed..

“Heyyy’, that’s a really nice necklace.” Ciel noticed.

The other males eyes darted to her neck and blinked at the pendant hanging off of it. The red crystal shone with the sun and reflected.

“Ah..thank you it was a gift from my sister..” Kai answered.

The golden eyed male squinted before relaxing.

“Oh and..I’m just looking for a friend of mine.” She mummbled, glancing away again.

It was strange, these two were strange. Kai couldn’t get a good reading on them, espically Jiren. His natural aura seemed good natured, but now it was closed off.

Ciel was obviously a man with motives. His soul glew a murky red tainted with black and she wanted to crush it. Greedy.

“A friend?? They must be around here somewhere then. Can you give us a descripton?” The brunette questioned.

Now here came the difficult part. If they were too straightforward or hasty, they would probably be questioned for motives. But if they were vague it would be even more odd.

“Oh yes, of course! Uh..she has white hair like mine and blue eyes..she also about a inch taller then me..and was wearing something blue last time I checked..” They answered.

Kai hated describing Akari, she really did. She hadn’t seen her in years so how was she suposed to know the older hadn’t changed? What if she cut her hair, dyed it?

What if she was way taller now? What if she had changed gender? Though, Akari always seemed perfectly fine being feminine it ceritanly wasn’t something she could rule out.

“Huh..that sounds oddly simaliar to someone we know..” Ciel mummbled.

He shuffled on his feet, seeming in thought as the girl was. Although, she was reclusive, that was obvious. She didn’t like eye contact and she seemed to think a lot about how she worded things.

Some people wondered, questioned him on how he got a read on people so quickly. It was just body behavior, and she was trying to get a read on them too. Oddly catious.

“Yeah, that does sound like her. Hey, are you from around here??” The based man agreed before turning his attention back to her.

In all honesty, she did and at the same time, did not look from around here. She had the vibe and smell of magic, wasn’t too rare around here. It was the more..rich and dark vibe she gave off, everyone else here seemed to bask in sunlight.

While she seemed to shy away from it.

The red eyed girl blinked before sweat-dropping. Shouldn’t she had said something sooner?!

“Oh no, I’m not. I’m actually just here for a bussiness trip with my partner, you see.” She lamented.

“Partner?” Ciel repeated.

She smiled tensly and went to respond but someone bet her to it. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed closer to her.

“Husband, she means, right darling?” Theriean said.

Her face immeditally heated up and she looked away. It was embrassed for her for to be outed like this. But it was nice for him to reconqize her as a partner.

“Husband???!” The gold eyed male’s jaw practically fell on the floor.

Kai sighed and nodded. The male only seemed to press closer.

“Anyways, I assume my darling has already asked you the question? Where her friend is??” He questioned.

The white haired male blinked and contuined staring. He had a observing expression on his face, but it lightened when he saw Jiren. He immeditally darkened and pull the younger back.

Meanwhile, the other seemed to notice him. His eyes flicked around the others face.

“Wait a second..” He mummbled.

The blood mage scowled and tugged them. Then, turning on his heel he took off, wrist dragging them. They caught a glance behind them, Ciel looking confused and Jiren in shock.

The two that were running weaved in between the crowds. Some people shooting them looks, some not caring.

Both of them sighed finally as Theriean dragged them into a empty alley. Kai leaned over slightly, blinking rapidly and trying to get a good look at him.

“What the fuck was that?!” She bluntly asked.

The older adjusted his posture, looking behind himself slighty.

“You didn’t tell me you knew fucking Jiren.” He hissed.

The long haired girl moved one of her hands to fix her now messy hair. She also pushed it back from her eyes slightly so she could get a better look at him.

“I don’t know him!! He stopped me in the middle of the street! Your so paranoid, honestly!” She bit back, scoffing and leaning back.

That was it though, he reached his hand out and she went to slap it away but he caught her wrist. The poor thing pulsed and swelled under his hold and she grunted.

“Where’s this defiance coming from?” He questioned, staring at her wrist.

She nervously glanced at the same wrist before back to him. Was his presence always this suffocating? I mean, it always had the feeling of being watched around him.

“Did he taint you?” He asked.

She paled and tried to pull away but Theriean only scoffed and didn’t budge. She tried again and nothing happened once more.

“L..let me go! Your being soo…” She breathed out before trying to find the right words.

The marooned eyed male pulled the wrist closer and yanked it up, making her body tumble forward slightly. She would’ve fallen into him if it wasn’t for her digging her heels into the ground.

“So? Come on, Kai. What am I?” He echoed.

Her eyebrows furrowed, her wrist throbbed. Why was he so worked up in the first place?! He was the one who wanted to split the fuck up!

Yeah, that was exactly it. He had no reason to be angry!

“You have no reason to be angry! Your the one who wanted to spilt up in the first god damn place!” Her bright eyes glew brighter.

She finally pulled away and looked at him like he was insane. She clutched her wrist closer to her and quickly looked at it. It was completly cold and limp, she couldn’t even wiggle her fingers.

“You even broke my wrist!” She complained.

The older male had his eyes also trained on it. Before coming closer and making her back away further.

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to do that.” He apologized.

She only moved furhter back and he had is face in a lopsided expression.

“Whatever, Just stay away from me. And..you knew those two..?” Wrong move.

Her jaw was yanked forward this time and she winced. Her cheeks pulled back a little showing her wince expression.

“Only one of them. Two is worse then one, naturally though.” He mummbled, looking down at her.

The white-nette tried to move again but he only tightened his hold. They could try and use their magic, sure, but he would probably even get more hurt.

“Theriean pleas-!” They were cut off by him.

“Do you dream about this, apprentince?” He asked, raising his head a little more.

It was a odd question, did they dream about what exactly?? Him hurting them? Yeah sure, it was defentily something Kai couldn’t rule out. He was a powerful bloodmage that was a little unhinged.

“You do.” He answered it for himself.

Honestly, it was so easy to read the girl. She absoutetly sucked at hiding emotions, espically when it came to him. What? Was she a stupid highschool who had a massive crush on him or something?

Paethetic.

“Therie-!” She tried to speak again but he glared at her.

“How weak are you?? I mean, I knew you were at least in love with me. But seriously? Being a masochist is something else.” He rethortically asked.

She looked at him. His eyes showed no sympathy for her. In fact, he was probably enjoying this. But why??

“Your mistaken. I would never be in love with somebody who has their eyes on someone else.” She denied.

The meaning was a double edged sword. Her older sister had absoutetly no intrest in him, if anything she hated him. She obviously had more of a intrest in Jiren.

“Seriously? How dense do you take me for??” He hissed, getting awfully close to her.

She yanked away on accident, body reflex. But this time he let her go, a seering pain covering both his and and her nose. He probably wouldn’t have let it go if it wasn’t for that.

“Ack! What the-!” He shook his hand off, glancing at the burn mark on it.

Something that was actually red hot covered her nose and under it. She moved back furhter and raised her hand to wipe at it. Blood.

“You used your magic on me? Are you kidding me?” He scoffed out.

Kai really didn’t mean to, that was something she really hadn’t ment to do. She never wanted to hurt him, no matter even if he hurt her.

“I..I didn’t mean to..I don’t..” She tried to apologize.

The white haired male scoffed again and roughly yanked her up by the arm. Wincing at the searing pain on his hand he shoved the hurt hand in his pocket and yanked her closer.

His eyes scowered across her face before her nose. She could still feel the liquid searing into her skin and pouring. Some of it was already dried though.

He had a open frown on his face before sighing deeply and almost looping his free arm with hers.

“Come on, let’s go back to the hotel room. Clearly you can’t be out of my sight.” He said before grunting.

The younger looked away and bit her lip. This was so stupid. Maybe she shouldn’t have liked this clearly unhinged guy in the first place. He had always been slightly rough but not enough to draw blood.

Maybe he was just that angry with them.

In reality, they knew he didn’t really care about them. He was their pretend husband who pressed close to them and acted sweet. He was just upset because he couldn’t find the paethetic girl he had a crush on.

Honestly, fuck both of them.

The long haired white-nette grunted as they were practically tossed in the room. Theriean also entered and fiddled with the lock behind him, closing the door.

“Sit down, right there.” He ushered, almost pushing her onto the couch.

She had the urge to snap at him and say that he should get his hands off of her. He blinked at her before going somewhere else, she knew better then to get up though.

Maybe she should’ve stayed with the other two. This man that she was staying with wasn’t good for her, she knew that. His presence hurt and loved at the same time.

There was just something about him, something like posion to her. Kai could leave for a while, but he would drag her back somehow. And yet he didn’t love her.

“Here.” The said male sat down next to her and placed what looked to be like manual healing up things.

She looked at them, bandages, disinfectint and cotton. She wondered where he picked these up at.

“C’mere.” He beckoned, not waiting for her to actually do that.

He grabbed her shoulder and made her face him completly. He reached over with his other hand to grab the liquid disinfieint. He also dotted cotton on it once it was open before leaning closer.

A small red overcame the youngers cheeks as his face was right infront of hers. His eyes flicked back and forth before dotting the cotton on her cheek. It stung, apartenly she had been cut.

“I’m..I am sorry..apprentince..” He whispered, seeming more sincere.

The girl blinked a couple times. Was he being honest again? His touch seemed to be holding back, well obviously. It didn’t seem like he actually wanted to touch her for once.

“To be honest..you should be sorry..” She whispered back, hissing when he moved to her nose.

Damnit, she was overthinking again. Was that a warning for her to shut her mouth or what?! His eyes were focused on her injury though.

“I supose I was..jealous.” He contuined, scowl in place at that last words.

Kai’s own eyes went wide as they blinked a couple times. Did he seriously just adimit to being jealous?! They ment sure, they had got him to be possive a few times, but jealous?!

“Seriously?!..” She mummbled, sweat-dropping.

He had a blank expression on his face as he pressed the cotton harder on her. She shut one of her eyes as a reaction.

“Yes, it’s odd. I thought only my love could provoke such a reaction.” He explained.

She looked away. He was acting werid again, he was treating her way too nicely. But could you really blame her?!

“Jealousy is normal.” She clarrifed.

Theriean made a face and grunted, pulling the now blood soaked cotton away. There were still remints of blood but they were all dry by now. He wiped that back of his hand on her face, apprently getting more blood off.

“Your right, it is. I just thought that I would never feel something like that for you.” He agreed.

Was he basically saying that he didn’t feel anything for her?! Cause’ that’s what she was hearing!

“Yeah..?” She questioned.

The male leaned slightly away from her with a lopsided expression. His maroon eyes shifting to contect to the others.

“Yeah.” He bluntly said before sitting straight.

“But we’re fake married.” She added on.

“Maybe that’s why you felt jealous.” She tried to clarify.

The olders expression changed yet again. This time, his eyes firmly connected with hers and darkened. His mouth pressed into a straight line and it seemed like he loomed above her.

“Your so naive. Don’t you get it?” He hissed.

The female flinched again and leaned back, one of her hands supporting her. Was he going to hurt her again?! Just why was he so moody?!

“Theriean-!” She yelped when he pushed her somewhat softly down on the couch so her back was flat aganist it.

He hovered over her and his hande were by her sides. Her white haired sprawled aganist the couch and she turned red.

“I want you. Why do dress up for other people? Who are you trying to please?” He bluntly questioned.

She sweat-dropped and looked away. What time was it again? It seemed suddenly darker.

“I’m not trying to impress anyone! I just liked the outfit today!” Kai snapped.

He moved his face back a little and gazed at her. Her necklace hung sideways on her neck and covered her chest. Her skin was a little more colored now.

“Really? Don’t you trust me?” He asked.

She bit her lip and chewed on it. He always asked this question, of course she didn’t. Espically after earlier. It hurt so bad but she would be lying if she said she didn’t want to kiss him.

God, it felt so good but hurt so fucking bad.

“You know how I feel about that..” She replied.

The white haired male grunted and shuffled his hands so he leaned closer. Her eyes glazed over but she snapped back quickly.

“Shouldn’t you wait to do this with your beloved?” She leaned back.

It’s not that she didn’t want too, oh she did. The youngest Adachi just couldn’t believe he would forget about his darling so quickly. There was no way, but ahe wished there was.

“Shouldn’t you be stopping me or running away?” He grinned slightly and asked back.

The apprentinces body tensed. Was he serious?? The brighter eyed ladder really should push him off and run away. He would probably even listen if she said to stop.

“Do you want this, darling?” He quickly cut off their thoughts.

The red eyed girl only shrank back but nodded non-theless. That was all he needed to conect their lips and his elbows propped him up by her sides as his hands eagerly grabbed the sides of her face.

‘Oh my fucking god.’ Was the only thing repeating in Kai’s head.

He was so fast, almost too quick. One of his hands slowly and encourgingly rubbed circles onto her cheek while the other wandered.

She could tell he was smiling, he was so attractive. And he knew what made her embrassed or senstive, how unfair. He was a fucking tease.

The shorter yelped when he leaned into her further. Her hands were bent at a uncomfortable angle, it was like he was waiting for her to buckle.

Theriean bit her lip rather harshly and she sucked in a gasp of air. But before she could get too much, he slid his tongue into her mouth.

It wasn’t a completly bad feeling really. It was mainly the closeness of the whole thing that made her the most embrassed. She could practically feel the air he was breathing.

“Breatheee..~” He whispered, before going back to it.

She contuined to go at it with him, breathing through her nose. It was so embrassing to be told how to do something. Usually, they would just figure it out on their own.

“Your so weak for me.” He laughed while pulling away and breathing harshly.

They simply glared at him. He was so annoying, bothering them like this. He was still AWFULLY close too.

His right handed moved to her visible necklace and he looked at it. The gem reflected when he gently twisted it so light caught it.

“I will never get over how pretty this is..it really does suit you, even though I’ve never seen you without it.” He spoke.

The other underneath him plastered a nervous smile on his face. Why was she so nervous?? He was just adimiring somethin-

Oh.

His left hand had drifted to her hip and he had absent-mindingly started drawing shapes on it. Square, triangle, heart-wait, stop focusing on it!

“Kai?” He called, extremely lightly yanking on her necklace to bring her attention back to him fully.

The male had this innocent aura about him when he knew damn well. It was annoying, because then he would tease her about she was acting.

“What’s wrong?” He inquired, fingers digging into her hip harder.

Aganist her will, her eyes darted towards his left hand before back up to his eyes. His own pair followed the movement, softly mummbling something under his breath before smiling at her.

“Sorryyy..I didn’t notice..seems like you don’t hate it though, yeah?~” He mummbled before snarkly asking.

The long haired girl shifted slightly and pressed her lips together. Only to wince when he copied the movement with his other hand.

Now he was almost ontop of her fully, making her all the more nervous. A sick yet tightening feeling filled her lower stomach, she hated it. It was the feeling of nervousness mixed with something else..

Of course, the female had gotten the feeling before around him. It was only natural to feel things for your crush. She sweated.

“You have really cute reactions to everything, y’know? Have I ever told you that?” He rythtorically asked that it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Theriean was really igorant. And now he was getting cocky, of course she had noticed his behavior.

She jolted slightly when his face leaned closer, his eyes darting around her face but still somehow focused on her. His eyes had always had the habit of somehow pinning her in place. Usually it was in a bad way..

But she didn’t actually mind it this time..well..besides the tiny hint of obession she caught in them..

He leaned even closer and connected their lips. She grunted and accepted him. Did he even relize what he was doing?

One of his hands manged to get tangled in her hair. The taller also tossed the red headband she had in it aside, on the floor and her messy hair came back full force.

Theriean was surprised by how smooth her hair was! It was always shiny and soft looking of course, simaliar to Akari’s. That’s right, he hadn’t asked if they were related or yet, right?

Well whatever, now wasn’t the time.

The apprentince grunted again when he pushed impossibly closer. Her head was now slightly tilted back at the angle of which he held her hair. When she quickly peaked through her closed eyes, she found deep, half-lidded eyes observing her.

No, it wasn’t creepy. It seemed like he was doing it to guage a reaction to his actions.

He pulled away and shuffled her shirt down further, leaning to the right and opening his mouth. Theriean didn’t hold back as he bit down and she groaned.

He always had sharp teeth, obviously. But this actually hurt! He kept at the area before suckiing on it, probably creating a massive bruise. Then he quickly kissed it before making some more further down.

By now, the youngest Adachi’s face was bathed in red. People could wonder how she could come undone so quickly, they didn’t get it. She had wanted this for so long!

She muffled a moan by biting her lips harshly when bit right above her collar bone. Their neck throbbed and pulsed and their eyes glanced at him.

His own eyes were focused on her pale skin. He licked the wound he had caused and quickly moved them over so he could start on the other side.

He jolted though, when she placed her hands on him. Her own hands were actually shaky and sweaty like she was nervous. She was nervously looking at him, face even more red.

Before he could bite on her neck, he decided to speak.

“Love?” He inquired.

“I want to..touch you too..” She mummbled, extremely embrassed.

His eyes kept shifting to find hers, his mouth slowly twisting up into a open grin. He snickered, was he seriously laughing at her?!

She narrowed her eyes at him and was about to ask what was so funny but he quickly undid his collar. His already loose tie came undone with the motion and he tied her hands together. She didn’t struggle fully, not when she didn’t understand what was going on.

“No, that’s not how this works, apprentince.” He corrected.

His tone was mockingly soft, kind of like what he did when teaching her. It was basically like he was talking to someone who was stupid.

“What-I..i don’t??” She confusingly stumbled over her own words.

The man only snickered more at her confusion. He grabbed the silk tie, making her wrists move closer with the movement aswell. He raised them awfully close to his vision, before flicking his eyes to hers.

“This is about you getting what you deserve. Don’t worry, I won’t be too rough.” He explained vaguely before letting go, her wrists uncomfortably sitting with the motion.

She tilted her face slightly upwards when he leaned closer. Then, his right hand twisted her face so she was facing the other way, probably to give him better acess towards the other side of her neck.

“Mff!-~” She muffled a moan that threatened to slip out as he started working immeditally.

His right hand also seemed to be digging into the flesh on her face. Kai wouldn’t be surprised if he was lying about not being rough.

The red eyed girl grunted softly when his fingers on that hand smoothly slid to her lips. His thumb pried open her bottom lip softly and he mummbled something through his breath.

“Open.” And that was exactly what she did.

Once the girl had opened her mouth, a couple fingers where jammed inside of her mouth. She whined uncomfortablly but stopped squirming when he shoved them further down. She embrassingly focused and sucked on them softly.

His hands had always been attractive, pretty big really. But they were smooth even though they were pretty boney.

She almost accidentally bit down on one as his other hand had slid up her shirt. It wasn’t too cold, but not normal tempature for how hot it was outside. His fingers danced along her sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“God, so senstive. What, you that needy or something’?” He casually questioned like he didn’t have his fingers in her mouth.

It was honestly sort of werid for him to drop the sort of proper tone he talked with. His words drew out and floated around in the air, not extremely heavy but carrying pressure with them.

“I’m not needy..” She manged to get out, before sucking on his fingers again.

‘Liar.’ Her mind hissed again.

The truth was, and everyone knew that she was. She pushed people away but they always seemed to come back. Kai acted like they didn’t like it, but that wasn’t true.

They did like it, alot actually.

“Oh, yes you are! Don’t lie to me.” He casually refuted again before moving his hand quickly up to her ribcage in warning.

The white-nette didn’t verbally respond, almost fucking trembling at the amount of shivers that went down her body. It was stupid, she hated how her body reacted.

Theriean loved how her body reacted. It was so obvious she had never been touched like this, not even by that whatever the fuckers name was?-Maya?? Yeah, her. He was her first, he was her everything.

The man really never considered having a geniune crush on her. And if he was in love with her, he wouldn’t hate it. She did make him react in ways simliar to his beloved.

He looked up at her as he smoothly circled his one hand to her back, to undo her bar. The clip greeted his fingers and he was tempted to stick his tongue out as he undid it to focus.

He sighed in relief when he also slid it off of her, she sqirmed a little. Atleast she worked with him a little bit. She had also been holding her fingers straight inbetween her teeth as this process occured.

His apprentince’s brighter eyes embrassingly fixated in his movements. He held up the garment to get a better look at it for a second, laughing at the newly flushed red on her face.

“Pretty, looks expensive.” Was the throw-away comment he made.

He tossed the thing on the floor and finally removed his other hand from the girl’s mouth. Her jaw seemed to almost crack once her mouth was able to close again.

He would change that.

His other somewhat wet hand followed his other hands movements. His eyes were also fixated on her face, waiting for something.

She immeditally shivered and tensed when his hands found her breasts. They weren’t massive, but still a good size for his hands. The soft skin immeditally tensed up and his barely even touched them.

“Ngh-!” She moaned out.

One of her eyes shut while one kept on his hands. He snickered harshly at this.

“Tam venerandus es, ius illud scis?” He asked.

She blinked a few times, how exactly was she suposed to respond to that?? For gods sake, she didn’t even know what language it was!

“Hu-Ack-!” She breathly questioned before yelping when his one hand pinched her breast.

“It’s latin, my love.” He simply explained.

They only made a sound simaliar to a harsh wince. What, were they suposed to give him a answer back?

He leaned closer and connected their mouths again. He really liked to seem pushing impossibly closer to them.

In reality, it made Kai nervous and wet. Everytime he shifted or pushed more pressure on them, something filled their stomach. It was probably anixety or stress from all the teasing.

Atleast when he was kissing them he wasn’t talking as much.

“Relax for me.” He whispered, before going back to connecting their lips.

The long haired girl hadn’t even noticed how tense her body was. His hands had moved to her ribcage to linger before smoothly going down to her skirt.

His hands teasingly rubbed aganist the very edge of it before giving in to her whines. He slid it down to her upper thighs, just knough so her pussy was showing.

Kai grunted when he shuffled her up by her lower thighs so she was almost sitting up. Her back leaned aganist the armrest and she peaked down at her with one lidded eye.

His pale hands peaked out of the ends of her skirt. Her legs and core practically radiated warmth.

“You ready?~” He inquired, voice light.

‘Ready for what exactly?’ was her question but she didn’t speak it outloud.

She simply nodded and was taken aback when he pressed insanely close to her again and slammed his lips aganist hers. It was like he never got tired of kissing her!!

She immeditally almost pulled away in reflex when he carefully slid her underwear aside. Theriean quickly followed after and captured her again.

He laughed slightly when she immedtially squrimed when his fingers barely brushed aganist her clit. His left hand held her left thigh in a tight embrace and the right one did all the work.

She also flinched when he shifted slightly again and seemed to be feeling around for something with right hand. He made a slight winning sound when he seemed to find what he was looking for, a small knife.

Her brighter eyes shot open and worredly looked at it. Theriean laughed slightly and twirled it in his hand.

“Here’s how this works, but if your not okay with it, let me know.” He warned.

The female only nodded meekly, eyes still trained on it. If by chance you were wondering what it looked like, it had a sharp and polished metal tip, the handle of it somewhat blocked off by his hand. But from what they could see it had carvings in it, from eyes to shapes and languages they didn’t understand.

“I’ll give you what you want, if your just honest with me. That’s it! But if your not, thennn..’~” He explained before trailing off.

His hand with the blade lightly traced a shape on her thigh. It made a slight scratch in it’s way, showing off how sharp it was.

“I’ll make you bleed.” He hissed, a smile on his face.

The youngest Adachi blinked a little before a nervous smile framed on her face. She didn’t mind, she knew she could at least be a little honest.

“Alright..” She replied.

Oh boy she was going to regret how confident she sounded. His eyes narrowed slightly but he still had a smile on his face.

“You sound confiedent. Are you exicted??” He bluntly asked.

The white-nette turned red and looked away. The smile whipped off of his face as his hand on her thigh tightened further and he raised the blade to her face. She sweat-dropped when he tilted it to gently graze her and bring her vision back to him.

“Answer me.” He ordered.

She gulped slightly and breathed shakily. He pressed it a little harder before glaring at her.

“Yes…” She mummbled.

The darker eyed one seemed satisfied enough as he removed it, but not completly from her face. His left hand danced closer to her bare pussy and finally, he slid his thumb over her bean.

She hissed and he had a grin on his face. How annoying.

“You want this?~” He teasingly asked.

Kai glared at him slightly but it faltered slightly as he looked more smug. She wanted to look away so bad, she wanted to slap his face. Her fingers twitched inside of the tie lace.

“I..yes..” She honestly answered, embrassed.

The red eyed male tilted his head slightly. He was already testing her, it was funny.

“Ack-!” She hissed when Theriean curiously slid his two other fingers down her slit.

Her eyes glazed over and her lip quivered slightly.

How adorable.

She whimpered slightly when he squinted his eyes and pressed the blade closer to her. She was already weak enough, who knew she was this touch-starved. He did.

“Your so senstive, only for me, right?” He inquired.

The brighter eyed one flushed a deep red but nodded anyways.

“Yes..” She answered.

A crooked, almost twisted smile overcame his face. He was insane, she knew that. But she never took him as the type of person who liked getting people hurt this much.

One of his fingers testingly teased around her dripping hole. She made a grimnace like expression and glanced at his eyes for a split second.

“Please…” She begged.

She watched him laugh in mockery a little. Honestly, he was having way too much fun with this.

“Begging? Really? Are you that despreate for me, pretty girl?” He harshly mocked.

They only grumbled something before slightly gasping when he pressed the blade sideways to their neck. It’s cold texture, already flaring up his bite marks.

“Remeber!~” The white haired male cheerfully reminded.

She sweated before making a lopsided expression. This made him raise a eyebrow.

“I..I love you..so much..” She confessed.

His expression changed, mouth in a open frown. He blinked a couple times before scowling, his one finger giving up teasing and inserting itself. She whimpered louder.

“Confessing at a time like this?! Ha! What kind of freak are you?!” He sarcastically asked.

She only moaned, trying to defend herself. This only effectivly made him look at her with fake pity.

“That was cute. Do you think about this alot, hm?” He kept questioning them.

They clentched their jaw together. Their mind was fogging over and his finger wasn’t even going that fast. It was just the length of his bony hands, and how it was so light but it was still there.

And the more they thought about it, the more worked up they got.

“Hey!-!” Theriean suddenly snapped, almost cutting them.

The shorters extremely flushed face became startled as they looked at him. He chuckled and mummbled something under his breath.

“Don’t go spacing out on me like that. You’ so focused on getting mind fucked or somethin’?” He sleazy asked yet another rytorchical question.

His other finger, that had yet to be inserted, well-inserted itself. They moaned and shut their one eye again.

“Ngh-no! I..I just-!” They stuttered out.

“Liar.” He spat, fake anger lacing his tone.

She grunted when he flipped the knife around towards her stomach. She was already scretched enough by his fingers, what was he gonna’ do?? Cut her open??

He pressed the tip closer to her stomach, basically ontop of it. She grimnaced and stared at it. His mouth was pressed into a firm line and for even more re-enforcement he removed his fingers from her.

She bit back a whine and only glared at him slightly. He almost thought about sliting her throat, but he didn’t. Instead, he whipped off his left hand on her thigh and snaked it up to her neck, holding her down.

“Quiet now.” He whispered, eyes flicking up to hers before back down.

The man tilted his head slightly as he pretty harshly cut through her stomach area on her shirt. Well, guess she’ll need a repair! Anyways, he poked the actual skin with the knife, getting not really a response.

She breathed in and out shallowly, watching the knife slightly move with her. But before she could get too comfortable, he tightened his hold on her neck and cut into her. Not too hard though, but enough too atleast scar.

“Fucking-! Theriean-!” Kai couldn’t even finish her sentences.

He only shushed her by squeezing even tighter. The girl couldn’t even make out what he was carving on her throughout the hot flashes of pain.

He squinted and finally pulled away after a few minutes. Her blood was hot, naturally of course.

He carefully looked at the dagger, covered in the stuff. His eyes flicked back and forth, espically when he loosened the grip on his apprentinces neck and the dagger closer to his mouth.

She bit her lip and looked away slightly, but not enough. She saw him stick the tip of the blade in between his teeth and making a licking sound. A slight hum and slizzing sound echoed around the room now.

After a minute or two, he pulled the blade out of his teeth and flicked his hand, making the blade dissapate. He whipped off his mouth off on his sleeve, staring at her with a open expression.

“There. Now even if you were to die I have a part of you.” He muttered mainly to himself.

His hands undid his collar more and the rest of his shirt. Her face flushed red and while she was looking at his body, she caught a glimpse of her own stomach.

It was littered in small, stinging cuts and deeper ones. This made it look like the main ‘desgin’ was almost stitched on. Speaking of it, there was a large-perfect heart carved into the middle and upper ribcage.

She paled slightly when she saw the amount of blood coming out. It didn’t look like a wound she would die from-still though! Her fingers twitched again.

Now, Theriean’s body was rather sickly, not in a bad way. He was skinny, atleast two ribcage bones visible, but not so weak that you could snap him like a twig. Across his lean, pale skin scars littered it. Her maroon eyes mainly focused on a large scar, going sideways.

It almost looked like someone slashed at him.

“Worrisome, I know. I’m fine though.” He seemed to pick up on their worry as he reassured.

His white hair swayed slightly as he leaned closer and basically hovered straight over her. They were confused before relizing what he was doing, taking off his belt and pants.

The female shrunk back slightly when he merly tossed his belt over his shoulder. His shirt still hung on him, completly open though. He then, somehow cutely stuck his to tongue out of his mouth as he focused on getting his pants off.

He seemed more eager now, they noticed. Not that it wasn’t welcome, it was just strange. He acted like they were the despreate one but did he see himself??

She blinked slowly as he finally got his pants off. It was embrassing to say, but he certianely wasn’t lacking. From what she could see, he had a impressive at least six inches on him and the thing wasn’t skinny either.

Then he got that look, that stupid smug look on his face. His grin was nothing sort of all knowing and also insanely smug.

He lifted his hands so he was now holding onto her hips. They stung uncomfortably from the cuts and she groaned.

“Hey, you want me to make up a safe word?” He questioned.

The younger made a baffled face, shouldn’t he have asked this earlier?! Maybe before he carved a fucking heart and cut her up?!

“Sure..” She sweat-dropped.

The male’s hands seemed to dig into their hips in thought. He looked away, thinking way too hard about this.

“How does Cheer sound?” He came up with one.

The ladder could not give a shit less, they were getting antsy. Just how long was he going to leave them hanging?!

“Fine! Now please-!” They bluntly answered before trying to continue.

The older only snickered slightly and rubbed his one hand up and down on their hip. The blood flow had started again, but it oddly didn’t hurt that bad. Just a dull throbbing sensation to remind them that they were, indeed bleeding.

“Okayyyy..” He lazily drawled out, not even wasting time.

The apprentince’s constant begging seemed to be getting to him. Because as soon as he removed the last layer of cloth, he inserted his dick into her throbbing pussy. She let out a pretty loud moan at this, fingers clawing into her palms.

“Fuck! Ha..wait..wait a second..~..” She tried to gain her breath back, panting.

He allowed this staring at her in intrest. Her core was blazing hot, normal considering her blood type. Everything was hot aganist his freezing skin, but he relized his tempature was probably the same for her.

“Wait? Aren’t you the one who was rushing me a few seconds ago??” He rytheortically asked.

The long haired other clentched her jaw and made a final hissing noise. God, how badly she wanted to wrap her own hands around his throat. She leered at him and his hands around her hips tightened impossibly harder.

“Okay..okay I’m..I’m fine..” She breathed out her consent.

The darker eyed one paused for a few more seconds before moving again. God, she was so greedy. Her core sucked him in with no hesitation. Not to mention, she was a virgin so she was insanely tight.

“Fucking hell..aren’t you lucky that I’m your first?” He hissed when thrusting forward.

She only whimpered when he laughed at her. He was so mean and cruel, of course she already knew that. But she didn’t actually believe he would actually act like this!

She could handle it though, but no way in hell was she going to be defiant. No matter how much her inner thoughts told her too. He could easily put her back in her place.

She moaned and her body, mostly her wrists jolted. He had found a good spot, well all of them were good spots really.

“Ngh!~” She moaned.

Theriean wasn’t nearly as loud as she was. Of course, he had his grunts and winces whem he was greedily sucked in. Speaking of, he almost growled when it hapened again.

“Jesus christ! Stop being so fucking needy.” He venomusly said before leaning over her and kissing her neck again.

She felt his hands also move to roam more around her body. When his hands grazed over her thighs, they tried to clentch shut. He grunted into the kiss and forcefully held them so he had more space.

Kai’s whines and cute moans where shut by him. It was like he chewed up all their words and disrespected them.

A sick cord built up in their stomach, tightening with every thrust. Their fingers that kept twitching dug into their palms, almost drawing blood.

The white-nette male laughed somewhat hoarsely at them. A wide open grin played on his face even though his breath was labored.

“You gonna’ snap or somethin’?~” He mockingly cooed.

She only shut one eye and laborly looked at him. Her own breath was panting and she could barely even actually get out a word without yelping or moaning.

Theriean’s one hand shifted to trace shapes along her neck. It honestly stupid, how she was so dishelved but she still had most of her clothes on. Shouldn’t he be the more dishelved one atleast?!

“Kaiiiii..!~” He called out her name softly, making her blush an insane red and sweat.

She could feel his hand slightly poke and squeeze at her neck. He was messing with her. He knew what he was doing and seting off.

“Stop teasing..” She begged.

The grin on his face only seemed to widen further. His hand that was near her neck gave a soft squeeze and she could feel the cord become impossibly tighter.

“But your just soooo’ cuteee! Your reactions are making me like this.” He defended, basically obessing over her.

The brighter eyed one liked it, she liked being obessed over. Espically when he praised her, at least he wasn’t fully making fun of her. Did she also mention how much hotter her blood seemed??

“Come on, break for me already, darling.” He spoke, something in that tone of his.

She could feel her body seizing up and her throat aswell. Stuff almost like waves came over her, but the cord didn’t snap completly.

“Ha!~ I can’t..I can’t..mhh!~” She struggled to form a sentence.

The man merly moved his one hand to her hair and burried itself in it. Actually rather harshly tugged on it. She almost bit her tongue as her whole body seized up and the cord finally snapped.

“Mgh!~” She whined.

It was like electrical shocks getting sent althroughout her body.

The older of the two stared at them as they finally relaxed after a while. He had stopped moving just to get a better look at them. He then, made them yelp as he roughly grabbed their hair and yanked back.

“I hope you didn’t think we were finished here. Hell no. I am going to break you, Kai.”

END

(WOOOO CRACKS NECK AGAIN AUTHOR GRIND IS A REAL THING)

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❝ I AM TELLING YOU I LOVE YOU PT. 2 ❞

✧ including [seperate]: m. fushiguro, y. itadori, y. okkutsa, n. kugisaki, m. zenin ✧ summary: the first time saying 'i love you' to each other ✧ cw: f!reader, all aged up (20ish) FLUFF!, crack, mild cursing, jealosy, arguing, sexual innuendos, no use of y/n, established relationships ✧ word count: 3.9k (600-950 each)

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Right on cue.

Just like most nights, his bedroom door creaked open followed by tiny taps of quick footsteps making their way over to him. He was startled from his half-slumber when you practically threw yourself in the bed beside him, draping your arm across his chest and tangling your legs with his before burying your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent.

You hummed satisfied now that you were finally able to be pressed up against your boyfriend after a long and exhausting day, reactively relaxing your muscles when you could just barely feel his thumb stroke the faintest circles on your shoulder.

“Hey you,” he mumbled, only causing you to squeeze even closer to him.

“Hi.” Shit. Just from that single syllable, Megumi could tell you weren’t even the slightest bit tired. Quite the opposite, actually.

You’re schedule often went into the late hours of the evening which resulted the adrenaline still pumping through you by the time you turned in for the night. There was not a single chance you’d fall asleep any time soon, which Megumi knew would mean he had to prepare himself to have you talk his ears off until your exhaustion eventually caught up with you.

“How was the shift?”

“Oh my god, you will not believe one of the customers that came in today,” you groaned, pulling away an inch so you could talk freely as your eyes followed the attractive line of his side profile. “She kept trying to haggle, but I would not budge. So she went on to threaten me with a lawsuit.”

“You kidding?”

“No, dead serious. Batshit crazy. My boss had to come and throw her out.” You spotted the corner of his lips quirk up into a tiny smirk. “Then there people in the store until the very last- oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you!” You yelped, interrupting yourself.

He flinched at your sudden movements of disappearing from his embrace, resting your entire hand on his chest. Peaking open one of his eyes to take a look at you, he wallowed in the sight of your pretty bottom lip tucked between your teeth in excitement, hair tied messily back in a bun so he was able to admire your face.

A deep sigh parted his lips, closing his eyes again and tucking one arm under his head to get more comfortable to listen to all you had to say.

He didn’t mind, though. Frankly, he could listen to you go on and on about any topic for hours, no matter how little it concerned him. It truly pleased him to witness how eager you got when talking to him and telling him all about every aspect of your day.

“What?” He said in a hushed groan.

“Yuta’s got a girl!”

“Oh?”

“Yuji told me. Apparently for a while now as well. But he hasn’t really told anyone because he didn’t want anyone to butt in.”

“I could understand that,” he sighed. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the curious look you gave him.

“Care to elaborate?” As he was about to answer, a grunt was pushed out of him at the sudden surprise of you swinging one of your legs over him to sit on his stomach, hands slowly rubbing his chest. His hands found your thighs and squeezing softly, reaching just under the edge of your pyjama’s shorts.

“I didn’t tell anyone about us for a long time.”

“Really?” The amusement on your voice rang in his ear, having him open his eyes talking you in entirely, eyes instantly drawn to the tight tank top he found a little too enticing.

“I mean,” a shy shrug of his shoulders. “If I somehow screwed things up, no one would know.”

“Huh.” He narrowed his eyebrows, surprised at how little you had to say about it all.

“What?”

“Just funny how different we are. Nobara knows everything from the moment we started talking until now.”

A shallow breath you thought was supposed to be a chuckle slipped out of him. “That explains a lot.”

“Speaking of Nobara,” you trailed off, sliding your hands upwards to cup his cheeks, watching as he fought the urge to roll his eyes, certain he knew where this was going. “She asked me to go shopping with her tomorrow-“

“No.”

“Please,” you whined, a sweet pout on your face as you leaned forward, hoping that teasing him with a kiss could convince him. “I want you come along.”

“Not interested.”

“I’ll suck your dick,” the grin audible in your voice, instantly causing him to chuckle.

“Babe, I love you but I don’t wanna trail along-“

“Hold on, hold on, hold on. Rewind a few seconds, mister!” You said eagerly, sitting up straight again.

“Nothing.” The dimmed light from the moonlight searing through the window revealed the blush that had crept onto his cheeks.

“You love me?” You teased.

“No, I don’t. I take it back.” He’d closed his eyes again, hoping that his embarrassment would evaporate if he didn’t have to look at you.

“Nah-ah, not allowed. You love me,” you sing sang, leaning forward again to brush the tip of your nose against his.

“You’re a menace,” he sighed.

“Good thing I love you too.”

“You do?” Daring to look at you again, there was such genuine compassion in your eyes, nodding with enthusiasm, telling him you’d been waiting to hear those three words. Hands roaming up your waist, he wrapped them around you to pull you closer, your excited squeals mixing with cute giggles.

YUJI ITADORI

Even though the sun had gotten low on the horizon, setting the sky on fire, the life of the fun fair showed no signs of slowing down. Flashing lights and loud cheers from every corner of the fair only fed your own excitement.

You’d both turned in the last exam and the fun fair was the perfect way to celebrate having survived yet another semester. Having just come down from a romantic trip around the ferris wheel, you now simply strolled through the place with your hands intertwined.

You had no time to react to Yuji’s grip on your hand tightening before he pulled you after him, suddenly standing in front of one of the many booths lining the path.

“Yuji-“ you gasped softly at the abrupt loss of his touch as he had reached deep in his pockets to fish out some of his tickets.

“Sorry, babe,” he was quick to apologise by placing a tiny peck on your lips. “But just let me do this!” His eyes glistened with childlike joy which quickly softened the line between your creased eyebrows.

With much eager, Yuji grabbed the first baseball that had been placed in front of him before succumbing to complete focus. Aiming straight at the centre of the tin can pyramid, he swung his arm and hurled the ball with immense power only for it to miss the cans entirely.

Your lips pinched together in a an attempt to hide a small smirk that was making its way onto your face. “You’ll hit on the next one.”

He rolled his shoulders and exhaled a sharp breath. Another swing — and another miss, the ball flying straight into the net behind the pyramid. “Shit,” he breathed softly.

“Good thing you’re a batter and not a pitcher,” you mocked him, instantly have him spin around to face you, sporting a strict scowl and his bottom lip out in the tiniest pout. “Sorry! Kidding. Third time’a a charm, you’ll knock ‘em down now.”

He prepared himself to throw the last ball, confident this was the one, where he’d win the biggest prize so he could proudly gift it to you.

One last time, the ball pierced through the air, barely grazing the can standing on the top, carefully tipping it over while the rest of the pyramid stood just as strong as before he even threw the first ball.

The disappointment came crashing over him like a tidal wave, shoulders slumping over as he ogled with sad eyes at the tiny teddy bear he was handed as a constellation prize.

“Those things are always rigged!” You tried to comfort him as you’d started walking away from the booth where Yuji had just had his confidence absolutely obliterated. “Don’t think too much about it.”

“You trying to tell me ball toss is rigged?” Seeking comfort, he let his hand slide along your back before tenderly grabbing your waist and handing you the teddy bear.

“Why else would you mess up all three throws so badly?” You said, a hint of humour in your voice that seemed to cause the corner of his lip to tug upwards just a little.

“Just really wanted to win you a big one.”

“I know, baby. But I prefer this one anyways,” you shrugged as you placed a small kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

“You’re a great liar.” You were more than pleased to be able to have eased his mood as you heard a slight snicker had made its way into his tone.

“I’m not lying!” You exclaimed. “The big one would just take up your space in bed anyways, so this is for the better!”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” you smiled and cupped his cheek, having him instinctively lean into your touch. “I love it.”

“And I love you.” The words simply fell out of his mouth, your smile faltering instantly in pure shock, cheeks flushing a bright red.

Say something… anything!

Never had you been as speechless as right now, so badly wanting to let the words tumble out of you, just like he had managed to let them slip. But every single confession died before they managed to get passed your lips.

As the uncomfortable silence lingered, the colour drained from his face and his overcompensating nerves took control of his mouth in order to try and redeem his dignity.

“If that’s okay!” He rushed. “If not we can pretend I never said anything and go take the ferris wheel again- even though I do mean it. Sorry! Again, forget I said it. Want cotton candy?” He rambled before grabbing your hand to drag you along with him for another ride — any ride — but didn’t manage to get far as your firmly planted feet haltered his movement.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, watching how his face winced at the feeling of you using all your strength to clench his hand.

“Ow, ow, ow, babe, you gotta let go-“

“I love you!” You blurted out, all three words melting into one incoherent mumble, but by the pure adoration visible in Yuji’s expression, you suspected he heard you.

“Really?” The innocent question sounded from him.

“Yes?” You swallowed, scared beyond belief having uttered those three so important words.

The insecurity was quickly smothered when Yuji didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, lifting you up in a bone crushing hug and placing a passionate kiss right on your lips to seal the truth you’d both finally spilled.

YUTA OKKOTSU

“You know when you’ll be coming back?” You asked lazily, still tucked under the duvet aS you gazed lovingly up at your boyfriend who was packing his backpack, just about to head out the door.

“Not sure yet. Have classes until three and then we’re supposed to have study group,” he sighed.

“I say you skip lectures today and stay in bed with me instead,” you suggested innocently, gawking at him with puppy dog eyes.

A weak smile danced on his lips and he turned to look at you. “You know I can’t.” At least his tone served as some comfort, telling you he’d much rather spend time with you than fulfill his responsibilities as a dutiful student. “Classes are mandatory, and it would be kinda shitty just to bail on the group.”

“But bailing on your girlfriend is okay?” You moped, bottom lip jutting forward in a dramatic pout, earning you a lighthearted chuckle from Yuta. He made his way over to you, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, capturing your plump lip in a deep kiss.

“You’re a minx.” The hint of playfulness in his voice quickly wiped away the pretend disappointment, unable to do anything but smile after receiving such sweet affection.

“Only for you.” Your hand lurked out from under the covers to tug at his fingers, desperate to be in contact with him as long as you could, since you eventually had to say goodbye for the day.

You knew you were overreacting, as he’d walk into the dorm later that evening and you’d talk about his day over shared dinner — probably some Chinese leftovers from the day before.

But on days like these, where the universe had decided to mismatch your schedules, lining up his most busy day of the week with your off day, you got particularly whiny about missing him seeing as you’d grown so accustomed to his company most of the time.

“Gotta go now,” he sighed sadly and leaned forward to place another small kiss on your lips. “Love you, bye.”

Got up and left… what?

The dorm became eerie quiet, just a confused ringing in your ear as you tried to wrap your head around the bomb he dropped before jetting out of there without another word.

Taking a glance at the clock on the wall, you realised you’d just been sat in the bed in utter disbelief for a good ninety minutes, digesting it all. When you finally managed to gather yourself and get up, you anxiously paced around the small room, desperate to put all the chaotic emotions somewhere but it didn’t work.

Checking your phone constantly, there had been no text or call from him, which was unusual. Not a day went by where you didn’t hear at least a single ding just to ask how you were doing — you knew he was churning over the slip of the tongue as well.

The hours came and went, instantly jumping up from the desk chair when the door peaked open, a hunched over Yuta making himself known.

“Hi,” you croaked when he’d stepped all the way inside, both hands tucked behind his back.

“Hey,” he said sweetly. Slowly, he removed his hands from his back, revealing a lovely bouquet of colourful flowers, filling the room with a delightful floral scent.

“Oh, they’re beautiful,” you breathed as you gathered up the courage to accept them, tingles pulsing through your body when your fingers brushed against his. “Thank you.”

“I’m really sorry about this morning.” Making direct eye contact, his eyes were filled with pure compassion, so many unsaid words hidden in them.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” your lips twitching in a tiny smile.

“I shouldn’t have just stormed out after that. I didn’t mean to-“

“I love you too!” You interrupted, causing him to blink at you, lips slightly open in disbelief before you saw his shoulders relax.

“So it’s not too soon for us?”

You pondered for a second. “Isn’t that kind of up to us?” A soft smile grew on his lips, hand reaching up slowly stroke your cheek with his knuckles.

“I guess you’re right.”

NOBARA KUGISAKI

Hands neatly folded behind your back, placing one one foot graciously in front of the other, showing off from your best side in an attempt to brace yourself for the wrath that might face you once you told her about your little accident. Anxiously, you kept fidgeting with the envelope you hid in your hands.

“There my beautiful girlfriend is,” you purred once you reached her, leaning forward to place a tender peck on her forehead, instantly feeling her eyebrows narrow under your lips.

“What did you do?”

Gaping at her, exaggerating the offence you took at her vague accusation. “Why do you assume I did something?” Now she raised her eyebrows, tilting her head at you with judgement in her eyes.

“Looking too cute to be innocent.”

“Always so smooth. And pretty. So, so pretty-“

“Spill,” she demanded, instantly hitching your voice in your throat.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you presented her with the white envelope, covered in red lipstick stains shaped as your lips, an innocent grin spreading from ear to ear.

“What’s this?”

“A gift obviously,” you mocked her, making her roll her eyes.

She didn’t dare take her eyes off you, trying to deduce what might have happened. “This is extremely cheesy. Even for you,” she teased, wiggling the envelope in front of her to get her point across.

“Will you just open it? Please?” With a deep sigh, she slid her finger under the glued sheet, ears on guard in case you decided to reveal what it was you might have done for her to deserve this treatment.

In it was the ugliest, lovey-dovey card Nobara had ever laid her eyes upon, plastered with hearts and kisses all over. With another sigh she used her thumb to tilt the pages apart to reveal a gift card — blatantly ignoring the ink you’d scribbled on the empty pages.

“Can you please tell me what you did?” She whined, stress building up in you as she’s only retrieved the gift card inside.

Your face started to grow hot with anticipation, knowing sooner rather than later she would read the text you’d written for her. Swallowing your stress, you finally opened your mouth to explain your mistake. “I may or may not have snuck into your wardrobe and borrowed your white button up.” Slowly her eyebrows grew tighter as she dropped your name sternly. “And I may or may not have accidentally spilled coffee on it.”

A low groan escaped her, hands dropping into her lap. “You did not!”

“Hence the gift card!” You hurried to say, finally gathering up the courage to sit down beside her, placing a soft hand on her thigh. “And also this,” you whispered shyly as your finger lightly tapped the text.

“Girl, you know that shirt was one-“

“Please just read the damn card,” an insecure chuckle slipped you by, causing you to capture her eye.

“Oh, okay.” Holding your gaze, she saw there was something deeper beneath the surface. Without saying much more, she accepted your agitated plea and let her eyes travel the page, slowly taking in the words, expression smoothing the further she got until she reached the end.

‘I love you.’

Snapping her head up to look at you again, her eyes had welled up with tears. “Really?” She squealed.

“Really,” you confirmed, grabbing her hand in yours to contain the tremble pulsing through your body having finally been brave enough to confess.

Her free hand didn’t hesitate to find your face to pull you in, lips colliding in a deep kiss, pouring all the devotion she had for you into it. “I love you too!”

MAKI ZENIN

You slammed the bathroom door shut with the power of a thousand suns, certain it could be heard in all the other dorms surrounding you. Quickly you locked the door before she had the opportunity to even try and barge in, turning around and sliding down it until you sat firmly on the ground, wrapping your arms around your bent knees.

One - two - three - four - five knocks banged against the door. “You’re acting ridiculous! Come on out so we can talk about it!”

“Sure, that’ll make me open the door,” you shouted back. You pictured her clear as day; one hand leaning on the door frame, the other resting on her hip as she tapped her foot frantically and rolled her eyes into the back of her head.

“This is not worth getting upset about.”

“But it is. And I am!”

“Fine!” You practically heard her pinch the bridge of her nose before a low thud made you flinch slightly, telling you she’d sat down against the door as well. “I’ll be here when you’re ready to stop acting like a brat and come out.”

A sharp breath left your nose, determined not to be the one to fold. Maki could sit there and wait for all you cared — you were not going to open that door until you heard an apology leave her mouth.

The silence fell over the two of you, resulting you in pulling out your phone to pass the time. It didn’t last long, however, as after just an hour the battery icon glowed red.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, knowing you’d probably have to surrender due to boredom eventually. Not to mention you did miss her, despite only sixty minutes passing and the fact that she was separated from you with as little as three inches of wood. “Maki?” You dared to speak, hearing shuffling from the other side of the door, suspecting she’d gotten up on her feet.

“Yeah?”

“I’m still upset!”

“Figured.” You couldn’t know for sure, but there was a chance there was no frustration to be sensed in her voice. Maybe she actually just wanted to fix this for once without all the huffing.

“Can you understand why I’m upset?”

“I mean-“ then came a sigh, but not an upset one per say. Just one that was deep in thought in order to see it from your perspective. “Maybe a little.”

You too, made your way onto your feet, resting you hand on the handle. “It bothers me to see other people all over you, Maki!” Silence. “And I wish, that sometimes you could do more to shut it down.”

Maki chewed the inside of her cheek, carefully leaning her forehead against the door and thinking carefully over how to best approach this. She did think you were being a little silly, because it shouldn’t matter. She was with you, and she planned to keep it that way, so she didn’t see why this was all such a big deal.

“You know I don’t care about anyone else, right?”

It wasn’t often she got like this — soft and thoughtful. She usually had her cold guard up, not even engaging in any physical affection. That was definitely your department, though she liked it more than she’d admit, tiny smirks curling her lips whenever you laced your fingers with hers.

But she seemed to have gotten the picture that this really bugged you, which demanded her to bring out her soft side.

“I know,” you grumbled stubbornly.

“Because I love you.” The door swung open at the speed of light, Maki nearly colliding head first into you at the sudden loss of the door she was resting on, catching her balance just in time to look at you stare back at her with eyes the size of saucers.

“You’re sick if this is some joke to get me to open the door!” Maki couldn’t help but chuckle smugly at the sight of your panicked face paired up with your strained and rushed statement.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this. That would only make me a bitch.” You simply quirked an eyebrow at her. “Fine. More of a bitch.”

Slowly, but surely, your nerves began to settle as you reached out to grab her fingertips slightly, craving to feel her touch. “Love you too,” you spoke sweetly, lips pursed in a tight pout.

Maki couldn’t help herself, reactively leaning forward to place a small kiss on your inviting lips. “So we’re good?”

“Buy me dinner and we’re good,” you hummed, she only rolled her eyes at you.

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a/n fun fact, the customer interaction in megumi's part is inspired by the time i actually got physically assaulted by a customer lol fun times...

also wanted to include inumaki but i couldn’t come up with a scenario that would do him justice so maybe next time

(and another also… been having a mild case of impostor syndrome considering how many followers i gained since my last fic so now im scared nothing will live up to it hehe)

reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated

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[vaguely-problematic]

me, after reading the news these days

[katsu28]

always a hero

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you never expected to lose Eddie before all of your dreams together came true, but the end of the world had a funny way of ruining things

warnings: swearing, 4k words of PAIN, lots of blood, major character death, MAJOR S4 SPOILERS!!!

a/n: listennn so i know i said fluff and fix it fics and i am working on a few, but i couldn’t help it (i’m so sorry)

masterlist + taglist

(not so fun fact: i had to rewatch this scene to make a gif and ya girl bawled her eyes out...again)

Never in your lifetime did you think you’d ever be gearing up to save Hawkins—let alone twice in one year. The Mind Flayer’s defeat at Starcourt seemed like just yesterday, but now here you were again, risking your life for the safety of a town you weren’t even sure deserved it anymore. Not after how they’d gone on a witch hunt after your boyfriend. 

As if Eddie could sense you were thinking about him, his scuffed up white sneakers appeared in your line of sight, voice lilting and even the slightest bit teasing. “Now you look like you could use some cheering up.” 

“Cheering up for the end of the world? That’s new.” You snorted, looking up from your half-finished weapon to see him smiling down at you like you were holding a brand new Fender, not a crudely made spear whose only purpose was to maim and kill. “Why do you look so happy?”

Eddie shrugged, plopping down in the grass next to the overturned bucket you were sitting on with his legs splayed out in front of him as he leaned back on his palms casually. “Kinda exciting, don’t you think? Saving the world?” 

“If we can save the world.” 

“Wow, you’re being really cynical today, aren’t you, sweetheart?” 

“I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with spending possibly the last day of my life trying to save a town that’s been nothing but horrible to us.” 

Eddie scooted closer to you, resting his chin on your knee as he looked up at you, his expression impossibly serious. “Hey, stop it. You’re not gonna die, Y/N, nobody’s gonna die. Nobody except Vecna. Everything is gonna be fine, okay?” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“You’re right, I don’t,” He sighed, tapping a ring-clad finger on your thigh thoughtfully. “But I choose to believe that the plan is gonna work, and that someday in the future, we can all look back and laugh at this. Y’know, ‘hey, remember that time in ‘86 when I was accused of murder and we saved the Hawkins from that creepy Vecna guy? Yeah, what a crazy week that was’.” 

You smiled at his attempt to make light of everything, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “How are you not scared?” You murmured, to which Eddie let out a breathy chuckle. 

“Oh, I’m absolutely terrified.” He shook his head. “Yeah, scared shitless.” 

“But you’re still laughing it up, cracking jokes. How do you do that?” 

Eddie sighed, pondering for a few seconds before responding. “When you grow up the way I did, with a dad like mine…you learn to make the best out of every situation. No matter how dark or completely batshit crazy things might seem, you try to find the light in it all.” 

“How is it that you always know just what to say to calm me down?” You murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“I’m good like that.” 

You set your weapon off to the side in favor of cupping Eddie’s face in your hands gently, your fingers mapping every contour and slope of his features like you were trying to commit him to memory. He just peered up at you through the fringe of thick lashes that framed his beautiful brown eyes, tilting his head to kiss your fingertips as they ghosted across his cheeks in a way that had both of you smiling at each other like idiots. 

“After all this is over, you and me—we’re takin’ a road trip, baby,” Eddie declared, tongue poking out from between his teeth as he reached up to lace his fingers with yours excitedly. “I dunno where yet, but we’re going!” 

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?” 

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, definitely.” He nodded fiercely. “Is there a heavy metal hall of fame? There’s gotta be.” 

“We’ll figure it out.” 

“Fuck yeah, we’ll figure it out. Anywhere you wanna go, sweetheart, we’ll go.” Eddie slapped his palm against your leg happily. “We’re gonna get the fuck out of this goddamn town for a long time. Travel the country. Maybe never come back. Haven’t thought that far yet.” 

“You’d leave Dustin here?” You raised an amused eyebrow, casting a glance over at the younger curly haired boy play-fighting with Lucas in the distance. There was no denying that over the school year, Eddie and Dustin had become really close. Sometimes you even liked to joke that Eddie had become Dustin’s second dad (the first one being Steve, of course). 

Eddie followed your gaze, shrugging. “He can come too.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t tell him I said this, but I think he’d miss me a little too much if I ever left him here.” 

“I think you’re right about that.” 

He smiled softly, then suddenly looped his arms around your waist, yanking you down onto the grass next to him with a gleeful cackle, shifting above you with his knees on either side of your body. It was cold and slightly wet from this morning’s dew, but none of it mattered compared to the way Eddie was beaming down at you. 

“What the fuck, Eds?” You breathed, gazing up at him incredulously. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“Good. Just wanted to make sure we both were super clear on that.” 

“Weirdo.” 

Eddie wrinkled his nose in mock offense, a smile still stretching his face as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. You reciprocated happily, feeling like all your troubles were melting away when you were with him, until— 

“Alright, stop eating each other’s faces! We gotta roll out.” Dustin’s disgusted voice had Eddie pulling away from you, scowling up at him. 

“Henderson, I swear to god—” He grumbled, but you poked him in the ribs. “Nevermind.” 

“Come on, lovebirds. It’s go time.” 

Eddie pulled himself to his feet, offering you a hand that you gladly took. You grabbed your spear, took a deep breath, and then helped load everything into the RV. 

The ride to the Creel house was tense, to say the least. Even though all you wanted to do was stay with Eddie and Dustin, your part in the plan was to stay with Erica at the old playground across the street from Lucas and Max in the house, just in case something went wrong. They were all just kids, after all. Eddie had been adamant on you staying safe, and there was no point in arguing with him about it (you’d already tried and failed).

“Please be careful, Eddie.” You pleaded, holding his face firmly in both hands to look him dead in the eye. “Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“What’s stupider than being the bait for a swarm of demon bats in Hawkins the horror dimension?” He teased, but sobered up at your unamused glare, nodding quickly. “Yeah, no, I’ll be careful. I promise.” 

You cast a glance over at the open window that Dustin was currently hanging out of. “Make sure he doesn’t try anything dumb, alright, Dustin?” 

“I’ll do my best.” 

Eddie made a noise of indignation, but you kissed him before he could voice his protests, mashing your lips against his fervently. You pulled away before it could get too heated, and when you did, Eddie looked dazed, his mouth hanging open in stunned silence. 

“Good luck, Eds. Come back to me in one piece, okay?” You said softly, bringing him into a brief hug before stepping onto the pavement next to the kids. He just nodded again, stumbling backwards when Steve pulled him back into the RV. “Watch each other’s backs, everyone.” 

With that, the RV rumbled off down the road, leaving the four of you to stick to your parts of the plan. 

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It was dark out the next time you heard from someone on the radio. Your nerves were already going haywire, so when you heard Dustin’s voice, you were immediately scared. 

“—does anyone copy? Eddie—the bats—help!!!” His voice was garbled and staticky through the walkie talkie, but you felt your chest clench at the words you could make out. 

You snatched the device off the ground with shaky hands, bringing it up to your mouth. “Dustin, this is Y/N! Repeat what you just said.” 

There was feedback from the walkie, then Dustin’s voice again, still cutting in and out. “Y/N! Get to the trailer, now. Please, I need—mayday, mayday—” 

“What’s happening???” You exclaimed, locking wide eyes with an equally as worried Erica. Nothing but static. “Dustin, report back.” 

“Y/N, just go! I can handle this,” Erica insisted, shaking her head furiously when you tried to object. “I got this, go help Dustin!” 

You let out a sharp breath, pulling her into a tight hug before all but hurling yourself out of the jungle gym and making a mad dash for the rusty bike you’d found at the corner of the property earlier. It wasn’t the best mode of transportation, but it would have to do. “Please be safe, Erica! And use the walkie if you need me to come back!” 

She shooed you away with a nod, and you were off, pedaling as fast as you possibly could towards the trailer park, so fast that you wouldn’t be surprised if the old bike fell apart from such vigorous use after so long. 

It seemed like forever until you finally got to Eddie’s trailer (and it certainly didn’t help that your heart was climbing its way up your throat the entire time), skidding to a stop and leaping off. You made a mad dash for the door, wrenching it open with as much force as you could muster. 

The second your eyes landed on the rope that previously bridged the gap between the two worlds coiled on the floor of Eddie’s living room like it had been cut, and neither Dustin nor Eddie were anywhere to be found, you had a gut feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. It was a struggle getting yourself up to the ceiling to climb your way through the hole, but after a frustratingly long time, you managed to get through and land on your feet.

The disgusting squelching of the dark vines curled around every surface of this world made you shudder as you looked around the trailer for the boys, eyebrows furrowing when they weren’t there. They were supposed to be there. 

Dustin’s makeshift trash can shield lay case aside on the floor in front of the wide open door. The rest of the place looked like it had been ripped apart—Eddie’s things strewn every which way, bat guts splattering the walls, splintered pieces of what you assumed were the boys’ spears littering the floor. 

“Eddie, Dustin, where are you?” You called, fighting the waver in your voice as your mind whirled through all the possible explanations to why they weren’t where they said they’d be after the plan was done. 

No response. 

You stepped outside, eyes searching the area surrounding the trailer for any sign of the two boys and still coming up short, and every second that ticked by that you didn’t know where either of them were had your heart pounding a little harder against your ribcage in fear. 

Where the hell were they?  

It wasn’t until you heard a wail from a few trailers away that you really started to panic. Your feet started moving before your mind could catch up, feet pounding against the ground in the direction of the cry until you saw the sight that would forever be ingrained into the backs of your eyelids. 

Demobat carcasses littered the clearing, some of them still twitching. Dustin was hunched over a body, his shoulders shaking with barely contained sobs as he clutched at an achingly familiar leather jacket. As you got closer, you saw that it was Eddie, covered in blood and guts and god knows what else, blinking slowly up at Dustin. 

“No…” You breathed, collapsing to your knees next to the both of them. “What happened?” 

“He—he took on the bats all on his own, sacrificed himself to buy everyone more time!” Dustin cried, letting you slide in next to him. “I couldn’t stop him, I couldn’t—” The rest of the younger boy’s words were swallowed by a choked cry. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled weakly, his breath rattling painfully in his chest as he managed a small smile through the blood staining his teeth. “I need to—I need to tell you something…” 

“No, save your breath, okay? We’re gonna get you out of here, Eds, we’re gonna get you to a hospital—” Your voice was high with panic, hands pressing against his crimson soaked shirt as you attempted to stop him bleeding out right here and now. “You’re gonna be fine, Eddie, you hear me? Dustin, come on, we gotta get him to the trailer—” 

Dustin managed a nod through his own tears, hooking his hands under Eddie’s arms to try and get him up, but Eddie cried out in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“I think I…just need a few seconds, man,” Eddie moaned, waving his hand in the air feebly. 

“Shit, okay, um, Dustin—go find something we can slide him on so we can drag him easier, or like, a rope or something—” 

He scrambled to his feet, nodding furiously as he set off around the clearing looking for what you needed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll go look!” 

“Hey, you look at me, Eddie. Look at me, keep your eyes open, okay?” You pleaded, shifting Eddie’s head into your lap and attempting to wipe the blood off his chin with the hem of your jacket with one hand while the other stayed pressed against his wounds. He just nodded clumsily, every gasping breath sounding more and more like a struggle as the seconds ticked by. “Rock and Roll Hall of Fame—we’re gonna go there, right? You, me and Dustin in your god awful van, cruising down the highway with the windows down, blasting music the whole time. Doesn’t that sound fun, Eddie?”

“So…fun,” He groaned, grimacing at the pressure of your palm against the gashes littering his torso. 

“I know it hurts, I’m so sorry, but this is the only way we’re gonna get you out of here,” You apologized profusely, stroking his hair as best you could with all the blood sticking to your skin. 

His blood. 

God, you wanted to sob at the sight of Eddie in so much pain, but you couldn’t let him see how fucking terrified you were. That wouldn’t be doing him any good. 

“Promise me—promise me you’ll take care of him,” He croaked, nodding his head towards Dustin, who was rifling through a giant pile of trash at the edge of the grass with a slew of curses that if you weren’t desperately trying to keep your boyfriend from bleeding out, you would’ve laughed at. “He needs…someone like you to—to look after him.” 

“You’re gonna be able to look after Dustin, okay? You’re gonna be there for him because you’re gonna live, we’re getting you out of here alive, you hear me, Eddie?” You insisted, shaking your head. Eddie inhaled another shuddering breath, one hand scrabbling at the pocket of his leather jacket frantically. “Hey, what are you doing? Stop moving, baby—please, just save your energy.” 

He didn’t listen, just fumbled around in his pocket until he procured his guitar pick necklace, tucking it into your palm with a wince. “Keep this for me. Just in case I—I don’t make it out.” 

“Stop saying that.” You whimpered, finally feeling the tears start to roll down your cheeks. 

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” He choked out, wrapping a weak hand around your wrist with an equally weak smile. “I love—I love you. Always.” 

“I love you too, Eddie, you know I do.” 

“I do know.” Eddie croaked, his eyes shining bright with unshed tears. You leaned down, pressing your lips against his even though all you could taste was your own tears and the metallic tang of his blood, pouring everything you had into the kiss, because this might be the last time that you’d ever be able to. When you pulled away, he was still smiling, although there was a single tear rolling down his face now. “That was—I liked that. A lot. Can you…can you get Henderson over here? Gotta tell him something…” 

You wanted to tell him no—that whatever he needed to tell Dustin could wait until after you got him to a hospital, but you could tell that with every labored breath Eddie took, he was inching closer to the end. “Yeah, okay. Dustin!” Dustin’s head popped out from behind another trailer, and you beckoned him over. 

“What? What’s happening?” He limped over as fast as he could, kneeling beside Eddie. “Hey, man, you’re doing so good! Just hang on a little longer, okay?” 

“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?” Eddie murmured. 

Dustin shook his head with a tearful whimper, clapping a gentle hand on Eddie’s chest. “No, you’re gonna do that yourself, man.” 

“Nah, I’m—I’m not.” Eddie blinked slowly. “Say you’re gonna look after them. Say…it.” 

“I’m…I’m gonna look after them.” 

“Good. ‘Cause I’m actually gonna graduate,” He took another painfully slow, shuddering breath. “I think it’s my year, guys,” He gasped, smiling weakly up at the two of you. “I think it’s finally…my year.” You couldn’t help but let a strangled sob escape your lips, burying your face against his chest. “I love you, man.” 

“I love you too.” Dustin’s voice was thick with tears now, hands gripping Eddie’s tightly, like if he let go, so would Eddie. You just laid against him, listening to his heartbeat through your own crying as if you were trying to engrain it into yourself. 

Only a few more seconds went by before you couldn’t feel him breathing anymore, and when you finally managed to look at his face, his eyes were a million miles away. Glassy. 

Empty. 

There was a high pitched ringing in your ears, and then you heard a scream—a gut wrenching, voice cracking, heartbreaking, pitiful wail that you later realized had come from you. 

You honestly don’t know what happened after that. You remember clinging to Eddie’s body for god knows how long, not moving until someone pulled you off. You remember hugging Dustin for the longest time too, the both of you letting each other be a shoulder to cry on. But other than that, everything was a blur. 

Nothing mattered anymore, because Eddie was gone. 

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The plastic of Eddie’s guitar pick dug into your palm sharply as you clutched it to your chest, the chain cold against your skin. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the flowers in your hands as you made your way to his grave—an assortment of colorful blooms that contradicted the muted grays of the cemetery around you—because you feared if you actually laid eyes on the cold slab of granite that Eddie’s life had been reduced to, it would finally set in that he wasn’t here anymore. 

Ever since the day he died, all the way up until right now, it still didn’t seem real. How Eddie had sacrificed his life for a town that hated him, and would continue to hate him, not knowing that he saved them. 

“Hey, Eds. It’s me. Sorry I haven’t visited you till now, I’ve still been trying to make sense of it all. I’m not gonna lie, it’s been…really hard without you. I don’t know what to do anymore.” You said shakily, placing the flowers down on the damp grass in front of his grave.

“Dustin’s…coping the best he can. We all are. Been having him tucked under my wing ever since…y’know. I still wake up everyday thinking that you’ll be right beside me when I open my eyes, and when I do, it hurts so much that you’re not. But I know you’re keeping an eye on us from up there—if you even made it up there at all, Hellfire King.” You sighed, letting out a watery chuckle at your own weak attempt at a joke. “Who am I kidding, of course you made it. You were—are—the sweetest angel boy. My sweet angel boy.”

You inhaled a shaky breath, balling your hands into fists to keep them from trembling uncontrollably. “God, I love you, Eddie. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. Really wish we had more time together, but you just had to go and be the hero, didn’t you?” A tear escaped its way down your cheek with your words that you quickly wiped away with your sleeve. “You’re my hero, I hope you know that. You’ll always be my hero. I’m forever proud of you, and forever grateful for these past years we’ve spent madly in love together.” 

You finally managed to look up from your shoes to Eddie’s headstone, and what you saw almost made you sob again. Someone had propped a homemade collage of pictures against it, with Polaroids ranging from Hellfire Club meetings, to candid shots of Corroded Coffin at their gigs—you even spotted yourself with Eddie in a few of them, both of you beaming at each other with such love in your eyes. You didn’t even know when they’d been taken or who had taken them, but you looked…happy. 

You were half expecting to hear Eddie’s voice telling you that you were being way too sappy, and that you needed to get your shit together and stop crying over him. That all this sentimental shit was so not metal. 

But you couldn't help it. Eddie Munson was the love of your life—that epic love that you'd always dreamed of, and had somehow been lucky enough to find. 

“Miss you, Eds. Love you always.” You finished softly, kissing your fingertips and brushing them across the carving of Eddie’s name into the smooth granite. 

“You ready?” Dustin’s voice from behind you made you turn around, meeting his eyes with a sad smile. 

With one more glance back at Eddie’s final resting place, you made your way to the younger boy, ruffling his curly hair lovingly before slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” 

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, here we come!” 

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, here we come.” You echoed, squeezing him against your side a little tighter. The both of you slid into Eddie’s battered van, Dustin buckling up in the passenger seat while you settled in behind the wheel. 

As much as you hated the thing, it was one of the last things of Eddie’s that you couldn’t bear to part with. Because if you ignored the slightly musty smell of the carpeted interior and got past how you had to bang on the dashboard a few times in order to get the radio working, sometimes you swore you could still hear Eddie singing along to his heavy metal cassette tapes, picturing the sight of him smacking the steering wheel in time with the drums and holding out an imaginary microphone for you to join in too.

Those were the best times, now memories that you would forever cherish, even if it meant driving the death trap on wheels all across the country to go on that road trip that Eddie had been talking about. 

The cemetery grew smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a dot in the rearview mirror as you drove away, and you let your mind wander. Sure, it hurt like hell right now—Eddie not being by your side forever and always like you’d both planned. There was an Eddie Munson sized hole in your heart that would probably always hurt. But eventually, someday in the future, that hole would heal. 

It wouldn't be pretty, and it wouldn't be perfect, but you were going to take it day by day until you could live the life that Eddie had always wanted you to have. And in a way, he’d be with you, watching over you every step of the way. You hoped that he’d be as proud of you as you were of him. 

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Faithful: The Beginning

A/N Hello Everyone!! I'm sorry that it took awhile to post the second part of Faithful. I do plan on making more parts so if you want to be on the tag list, just message me! Also please note that the hands in the picture does not represent the race of the character of (Y/N). All I can confirm is that the character is female representing, I hope that make sense. If you have any questions or feedback (it will be deeply appreciated) feel free to message me. Anyways xoxo 💗

Part 1 - Faithful

Words-1952

Pairing Ransom Dysdale x F!reader.

Sitting in my car, thinking about what I had just done. Leaving the life that I had for the past 4 years. Tears streaming down my face, I know what I did was right. Leaving Ransom after everything he has done. I should’ve known after everyone warned about our relationship. How he has cheated in his past relationships, how manipulative and controlling he can be, and how batshit crazy his family can be. I should’ve listened to everyone, they warned me and I didn’t even care to listen. I was too in love with him.

“Jesus how fucking stupid can I be,” I said to myself. I look at myself in the rearview mirror, wiping my tears away. Taking a moment, thinking where to go from here. “Shit, I need to get fucking drunk.” I gave myself a pitiful laugh. Picking up my phone, looking at the time. It’s 3:21 p.m. Too early to drink but shit the rest of my life is going to hell so why should I care now. Stepping out of my car looking up at the bar sign, I didn’t even realize that I drove myself here. Noticing that I had been here before, a long time ago.

~4 years ago~

Dark, Inc. Brewery, a new bar that opened up on Lake Street, was down the block from my office building. My co-workers decided to go there for a Halloween party that my company was throwing. For what? I’m not sure but they did want everyone who works there to be there, from the janitors to people who oversee everyone else. The party starts at 8 tonight so I should probably go home and get dressed for this.

Arriving at my apartment building which was about 15 minutes away from the bar, I knew I would make it there in time if I wanted to stay at home for a bit. Stepping out of my car, grabbed my purse, and pulled my keys out of the ignition. Walking up to the entrance, putting in my apartment code so I could enter. 105669. I laugh as I enter the last two digits. “Nice,” I whisper to myself.

I pushed the door to let myself in, walking to the mailboxes. I noticed someone standing next to my mailbox, he looked lost. “Hello? Do you need help?” I asked him.

“Yeah actually.” He laughs out. “I’m trying to get this stupid key to work on my mailbox.”

“Oh, are you new to the building?” I asked him, but his centrality doesn’t look familiar to me.

“Yeah, just moved in today,” He answered me. “I’m Ari Levinson.”

“(Y/N) (L/N). What room are you in?” I answer back.

“258,” Ari told me, looking down to make eye contact.

“Oh cool, we’re neighbors.” I looked back. “Well, you have been putting your key into my mailbox.” I laughed.

“Oh,” He whisper out then laughed. “Well, that makes sense, thank you.” Ari opens up his mailbox without a problem.

“No problem,” I replied. Getting my mail out of the compartment. “I’ll see you around Ari.”

“Yeah, see you later (Y/N).” He said to me, I waved bye and made my way to the elevator. I pressed the up button and waited, looking around the lobby area. I see Ari walking out of the building, he walks to a black motorcycle. The elevator door opened, I walked in and pressed 4. The fourth floor is where my apartment is, there are only 3 people including me living on that floor, well now 4. They are a couple that lives on the far end of the hallway. I never mind them but being just us on the floor, I could hear everything that they scream about. They are always fighting so it is nice to have someone new on the floor. The elevator doors opened again, I exited and walked to my door, hearing meowing from behind it. I laugh and unlock it.

“Hello Eris,” I said to my cat, bending over to pet her. She was a black Maine coon cat with bright blue and green eyes. I named her after the Greek goddess of discord. From what trouble she caused as a kitten I knew that the name would fit her well. I let her lead me into the kitchen, she jumped onto the counter right by her food bowl.

“ Well, I guess I should feed you before I go,” I said to her as I got her food bowl and filled it up. Eris went to eat while I made my way to my bedroom. I looked at my phone to see what time it was while entering my room. It’s 7 right now, I have maybe 30 minutes to get ready if I want to be early. Shit, let’s just get this party over with. I went into my closet and picked out a simple satin shirt with black pants, after putting them on I looked into the mirror and checked myself out.

“Damn I look good.” I smile at myself, I pick out a pair of shoes that would match the outfit. I walk out of the room and move towards the door and grab my coat and my purse. I felt a brush upside my leg and looked down, it was Eris. “Be good baby, I’ll be back tonight.” I lent down to pet her.

Heading out the door, locking it behind me. I walked to the end of the hallway to the elevator. I pressed the lobby button, it lit up. It’s quiet on the floor, the other neighbors must be out, it’s nice.

Ding!

The elevator doors open, and speak of the devil, there they are. You could tell that both of them are about to explode. I moved to the side so they could exit the elevator. They walk past me but one of them makes straight eye contact and they don’t break till they reach their door. Weird.

Entering the lobby, I walked out the front doors, all the cars that are normally there are there. Including the new neighbor, Ari’s motorcycle. He must have come back while I was upstairs. Getting in and starting the car, it’s 7:45 pm, 15 minutes to get there.

Pulling in front of the bar looks like I’m one of the last ones to show up. After getting out of the car and making sure it was locked, I made my way up to the entrance of the bar. Opening the front doors, it looks like our party was in the back. I started walking up to them when I saw a man, who looked too rich to be there, to be in this part of town. He caught my eye, looking like he just wanted to lose himself in his drinks.

I walk up behind Elena, the HR lady. “Hey, Elena. What’s with the party?”

“I don’t know and by the looks of it, no one else knows either.” She replies. “Considering that they’re throwing a party, hopefully, it is for good reason.”

“Yeah, hopefully. I’m going to get a drink, do you want anything?” I asked her.

“Just a coke please,” Elena answered back. I nodded and made my way to the bar.

“Two cokes and a shot of whiskey please,” I told the bartender, pulling out my wallet.

“I got it.” I heard it next to me, turning my head to look at the man. It was the one from earlier.

“Thanks.” I smile at him.

“Any chance to buy a pretty girl a drink. I’m Ransom Drysdale .” He said while extending his hand to shake. Drysdale that name sounds familiar.

“(Y/N).” I took his hand and shook it. “Thanks for the drinks.”

"So (Y/N), what are you doing here?" He asks me while sipping on his drink.

"My work is throwing a party I guess." I turn to look at him, "What about you?" I smiled and him. He's not too bad looking, actually quite handsome.

"Weird, the same thing." He laughs out.

"Oh really now?" I giggle, "What exactly do you do Mr. Drysdale?"

"I work in my family business," Ransom answers me.

"Huh, that must be nice," I reply as the drinks slide in front of me. I thank the bartender and pick up the drinks. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Drysdale." I nodded and walk back to Elena.

"Nice to meet you too Miss (L/N)" He calls out to me.

I stop in my tracks, how does he know my last name. I look back at him, he smiles at me. Nothing weird or terrifying about that smile. I must have told him when I introduce myself. I turn back around and head back to Elena.

About an hour later, my boss headed up the little stage that they use for karaoke nights.

"Everyone! Everyone can I have your attention please!" She yells out, the crowd calms down and looks towards the stage."The reason that I call this party is that I have good news. Our company is now part of Drysdale Publishing!"

Everyone started cheering, Drysdale I knew I recognized the name.

"Everyone please welcome Ransom Drysdale! He'll be watching over us for the time being." My boss announce while he was walking onto the stage.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you all and I'm excited to be a part of this. I hope that everyone has a good time. And don't worry about paying. Everything is one!" Ransom yelled out into the crowd. Everyone started yelling with excitement as they rush to the bar. I stay in my seat, watching him get off the stage and walk toward me.

"So Mr. Drysdale, you are my new boss from the looks of it," I said as I look up at him.

"I'm your boss boss." He smiles down at me.

"So this is how you knew my last name?" I asked him while he pull out a chair and seats down.

"Yeah, your boss said that you are the best of the best." He whispers to me, not wanting to have everyone hear him. I smile at the compliment.

"Thank you," I whisper back.

"I have a question that I've been wanting to ask you all night," He said to me, getting closer.

"Yeah well, what that Mr. Dysdale?" I whisper, bringing my face closer to his.

"God I love it when you call me that." He laughs out. "How about we go on a date sometime?"

"I would love that."

~Present Time~

Dark, Inc. Brewery, I knew I recognized the. It's the bar we met. I groaned. why did I drive here? Was I hoping to see him here? I don't know and I don't care at this moment. All I know is that I want to get fucking drunk and forget everything.

Opened the door and looked around. Nothing has changed, the same stage was there with the same karaoke machine. The same chair and tables. Nobody's here except a few people sitting away from each other, who just want to fade away from existence. I want to do the same thing.

Made my way to the bar, sitting on the stool. "Just give me the strongest drink that you have," I told the bartender as I put my head on the bar.

"Sure." He responded. After a couple of minutes, I hear the glass against the bar top.

"Thanks," I whisper out before the chug whatever was in that glass.

"No problem (Y/N)." The bartender responded. I pulled my eyebrows together in confusion. Finally, look up at him.

"Ari?"

"Hi (Y/N)."

To be continued ~

[apricotgojo]

hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So it’s the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc it’s their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mari’s party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, they’ve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, they’re just really hurt by it. No hawk moth tho😩 hawkdaddy go on vacay or sum🤺🤺 Mk sorry this is long and it’s late and I’m kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye

HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33

Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader

Warnings: Swearing. 

Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez. 

“Love, Adrien.”

“Wow, that’s really cringey Adrien.”

“Shut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.”

Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. He’s had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and you’ve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.

You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didn’t even think twice to agree – especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.

  his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.

 ‘Y/N’S PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DON’T BE LATE! ~Marinette’

  ‘Sorry, can’t come tonight.’ You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her weren’t really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. It’s your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you haven’t been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.

All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-

Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Or so you hoped.

 Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit you’ve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.

Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that you’re meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.

Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.

Kim was live.

You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.

“Marinette, this party is amazing!” you hear him shout.

“Thanks Kim.” You hear her say.

Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.

Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.

“Adrien! say hi to my live.” Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.

Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.

 Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when you’d show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.

“H-hey Adrien..” The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.

“Marinette! Where’s the birthday girl?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. “oh- well- she uh- she can’t make it!” He shrugs and laughs again. “did you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-“

“what do you mean she can’t make it? Why the hell is the party still going?” Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.

“Adrien i-“

“Marinette, your plan is totally working, can’t believe everyone fell for- “ Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.

Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “On her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.” He was disgusted by her actions.

“Adrien wait!” She calls out. “I can explain.”

“I don’t know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. I’m out of here.” He glares at her before walking away from her.

 You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.

You couldn’t believe Marinette would do this, you couldn’t believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.

You thought you’ve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didn’t show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.

You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.

It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?

He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.

“I hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.” You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didn’t care at that moment.

You look up at him. “Why did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?” You croak out.

He shakes his head. “Please, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.” He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.

“Fucking bitch!” You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.

“Hey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happy” He says quietly.  “I’m so fucking sorry that this happened.” He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.

You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now. It’s ruined.” You mumble and sigh. “I thought Marinette was my friend you know?” You mutter.

“I know.” Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you.  “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.

You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.

Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.

Love, Adrien.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.

You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.

He smiles sheepishly at you. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

You didn’t even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.

It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.

You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask.

He chuckles and kisses you again.

Maybe your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part IV

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1880.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

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After you came back to your room, you got a message from Steve about changing the locks on both you door and your locker. You were so taken aback by today's conversation in the student council room that you had completely forgotten about it. Apparently, Steve had already requested the change of locks on your behalf through email, and you were really grateful to him for that: you dreaded coming back to the room that had been forced open. Of course, tonight you would have to move your dresser to the door so that nobody could enter when you'd be sleeping.

Shit. It was absolutely crazy.

"I'm not sure about all this, Steve." You texted him while laying on your bed and staring at your phone in the darkness of the room. "It doesn't seem right."

Naturally, you meant the fake dating thing. It felt horrible thinking of what others would think after seeing you with five different guys. Would they be calling you a whore in the open? Make some nasty jokes behind your back? Report you to the school administration for immoral behavior? Remembering those bigots from the student office, you cringed at the thought.

Besides, it still didn't make sense to you why you had to date all five. Sure, if they were around you at all times like your friends, these unhinged bastards who stole your things wouldn't do anything funny again, but it wasn't like that. What could one guy do against a group of other students?

"Listen, I didn't want to talk about it in class, but I'm worried it won't end with a stolen lingerie."

You didn't like his message.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. They might attempt something much worse than a theft."

Oh no. Was he talking about rape? Seriously? Did he anticipate others were so crazy they would do something like that?

But then again, girls were being raped in colleges even if it weren't the all-boys schools. A shiver ran down your spine.

"But if several people attack me, just one of you won't be enough." You typed with your shaky fingers, trembling beneath your blanket.

"It's not about the pure force. Each of us has a certain reputation, and others wouldn't want to cross us over because of it."

Wait, this was interesting. What on Earth did he mean? What kind of reputation was that to prevent people from messing with them?

"Thor is a good athlete and a great leader, his basketball team is ready to beat people to death for him."

"Loki's father is one of academy’s main sponsors, and he can have this school turned upside down if he wants to."

"Bucky is a threat by himself, but he also have a company of loyal friends."

"I don't think Peter is serious enough to scare anyone, but with his computer skills he could easily blackmail others, I’ve already seen him doing it. Students would be wary to cross him over just like any of us."

Steve was writing you a bunch of messages with a terrifying speed, and you could barely read the first when he was already sending you the second. It felt absolutely insane. Did he choose every guy because the more powerful admirers you have, the less others would intervene? Well, at least in case of Bucky and Thor who could beat people to near death, it was wise. You preferred not to think of Peter - you had no idea someone as sweet and caring as him did something as disgusting as a blackmail.

“But what others will think? 5 boyfriends? Others will think you are dating-” you paused, chewing your lips to bit, “- a whore. Nobody gonna stood up for me.”

"Imagine if each of us tells our friends that other four guys were just asked to watch over you, but you date only one.”

Oh. Yes, this was slightly better. Then you wouldn’t have to do something as bold as kissing every guy in public, instead maintaining the mystery who you were really dating. 

Damn, how Steve even came up with this plan? Why was everything so complicated?

“It’s getting late. Good night.” Your phone vibrated again, and you huffed with irritation. You hoped you could ask him a bit more - about what you were going to do with the thieves Steve found, for example - but he was probably getting tired with all your questions. It was better to ask him tomorrow.

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The next morning you were restless: since you were starting to going out with guys, you felt like you needed to look better than you usually were, so you spent your morning working on your hair and makeup. It was like fake dating, right? You had to pretend you wanted to look pretty for them.

What else did you have to do? Cook something sweet for them? Yeah, probably, but not at the start of your relationship. Going to cafe together? Helping each other study? Loki also mentioned the cinema...

You felt dumb. Of course, you dated guys before, but now you realized you had no idea how to act not to cause any suspicion. Oh boy, it was going to be a tough day.

Thor nocked at you door thirty minutes before your first session, but you woke up so early you were more than ready to go. As you opened the door, first moving the dresser back to its place, the guy looked at you with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Hey, what was that?"

"The dresser. I can't leave the door just like that until the lock is changed."

He blinked at you, watching the door and then probably remembering somebody forced the lock open to steal your underwear.

"These guys are batshit crazy." He mumbled and nodded you to go with him, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, they won't do it again."

You wanted to argue they definitely would, but, seeing his warm smile, you thought Thor simply wanted to cheer you up and smiled at him in return. In the end, he was here only to make you feel safer: you didn't doubt he was very popular with the girls every time he went out to the city.

"You look great today!" He said sheepishly, walking in the dorm's corridor while other students were staring at him silently, obviously surprised to see you two together. "I mean, not that you looked bad yesterday, I just..."

Watching his face suddenly getting crimson red, you couldn't help but giggle at his expression. You could never think Thor was actually bashful around girls. Yeah, at your old place he'd definitely be one of the most popular guys around.

It was lunch time when you two could actually talk, sitting together at the same table and being watched by everyone around. Strangely, with Thor constantly talking and often rubbing your hand with his, it didn't feel suffocating, and you held your head high: regardless whether those pricks were looking at you, you weren't going to run away to your room and cry there like a little girl. Loki was right: you weren't a silly little sheep, scared of your own shadow. You wouldn't let anyone spoil your time in the academy you dreamt studying in.

Funny enough, Thor turned out to be a talkative type when he was speaking about basketball and his team in particular. He loved sports: while you were more into hockey, the way he talked was so enthusiastic it made you listen to him with a genuine interest. Thor's love for basketball was infectious.

He seemed a simple man, this giant bag of muscles who was laughing so loud people around him flinched; Thor wasn't the exact type of a guy you would encounter on your own, but he seemed nice, sincere, and surprisingly softhearted. You felt at ease talking to him, and soon you too acted like you'd known each other for long.

It was a pity you'd only met under this circumstances. It felt like you two could became friends.

But then when Thor absent-mindedly put his arm around your shoulders, you remembered Loki's warning: they would try to gain your favors. Was it the reason Thor was so nice to someone he just met? Wasn't it suspicious of him? You couldn't let your guard down after just one lunch together. In fact, you knew nothing of the man sitting in front of you.

"I knew something like would happen." Some guy to your left sighed loudly, catching your attention. "They were fucking crazy."

"I'm not surprised either. I just wanna know who they got in a fight with to be beaten like that. Have you heard they broke Gray's both legs?"

"Woah, both? That's brutal, man."

You shivered, trying not to listen to them.

"It'd happen sooner or later anyway. They were completely wild."

A word caught your attention right away: that was what Steve called those students who were stealing your things. Could it be a coincidence? Surely, in an all-boys school the students were fighting each other constantly.

But to the point of breaking both legs of someone? Really?

As you sent Thor a nervous look, he gently patted your shoulder, lowering his voice so no one would hear him, "I'm sure it's nothing to do with you. These things happen here from time to time because the guys have no idea what to do with all that testosterone."

You hoped he was right.

The rest of the day went as usual aside from Thor walking the corridors with you and chatting about sports: he managed to convince you to come see the game next month when they would be having a tournament. You were grateful to him for helping to ease your mind because the news of guys being sent to the ambulance made you shook. Steve also mentioned something about his and other's friends ready to beat anyone to death, right?

By the middle of your last class you couldn't think of it any longer and quickly typed a message to Loki. Of all people, right now he seemed the most sincere to you.

"Hi. Are the guys who were beaten last night are the ones who stole my things?"

Waiting was a special torture when you held the phone in your arms beneath your desk, hoping to see your screen lighting up with a message. In five minutes you got your reply.

"Yes." The message said simply, but it was enough for you to stare at your phone with horror, wishing you didn't ask Loki anything.

Oh shit. It wasn't a coincidence, right? It's impossible. Somebody did it on purpose. But who of the five?

"Do you know who did it?"

Next time he answered pretty fast, "No."

A part of you felt relieved. Maybe it wasn't related, finally. Maybe they got beaten by somebody who was fed up with their attitude because they were crazy as the guys in the cafeteria said.

But what if it weren't true?

"Who's the most brutal among you five?"

Biting your lips, you started rocking in your chair a little, making the guy on your left to roll his eyes in irritation.

The phone's screen flashed again.

"Barnes."

Part V

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Day 1 : Soap Bubbles.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : You're being introduce to the internet in a peculiar way, it's up to you to decide what you're going to do with it.

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.4k | W: written part underneath

𐐪𐑂 Warning : very few swears

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The coffee that sinks inside your stomach brings out a grimace and a click of your tongue where the taste stains; too bitter, too acidic but you’ll drink it anyway and to the last drop; there is something about the idea of spending time with three best friends that is so made of spring and honey that you wish to miss none of it.

“Someone is lurking,” George contemplates out loud, and the call goes silent for a second as if to look for the intruder. And it would so easy to flinch, to hit the back pedal, because you almost feel like one being exposed front stage like that. But today- today is not that day.

It's not that you don't want to join the discussion, it's that it takes a second to warm up, to absorb the energy and become one with it.

And sometimes, all it takes is Sapnap to exclaim, “Panini head, my beloved!” for your smile synchronizes with his chuckles. Somehow, once noticed by the right person, life flows back naturally.

George and Dream greets you in trailing unison, like two kids forced to greet their unwelcomed aunt on a sunday afternoon.

“H-hey troublemakers,” you finally say. Your voice is still quiet, not reluctant, but rather uncertain. It doesn't bother anyone.

“I’m beating Dream’s ass at chess and he’s bitter,” Sap explains, and you silently nod, as if they were able to see you.

A long silence follows along, rythmed by clicks of mouses and keyboards and it falls in your ears like high droplets. It's comfortable. It's intimate, shared with friends only.

"We haven't heard from you in a while," Dream says. "I mean ... before the clout fiasco."

You wouldn't exactly call it a fiasco, even though you don't really like the idea of being perceived a little too closely from the eyes of twitter.com, but you do agree anyway, "I've been caught up on college essays lately."

"That sucks," George probably adds.

“Good thing you’re here, then,” Dream notes, simple as a breath. “This is a worry-free zone.”

It hovers for a second, carried by George’s approval hum.

You squint suspiciously, detective mode, at the profile pictures that light on and off before your eyes, “Thanks, dream.”

He scoffs a “sure” and you’re not sure why you sense a bit of irony stuck on the back of his teeth. You're so tempted to call him out, but you don't. Instead, you write a mental note of this odd moment.

“It’s because I told him about your three brothers and now he’s scared they’re gonna find him and kick his ass,” Sap explains as if he just read your mind.

Sometimes, there’s this thing in the air, though you’re miles away. Something like a connection. There’s this thing when you don’t need to talk for Sap to understand. Sharing one brain cell, you dismiss ironically. Probably coincidences and predictability, but it always sounds a little special, a little like something you’d wish to be out of this world, like morning dew and fairy circles. And it makes you feel safe, at home, just like snuggling up in the sheets during a stormy night. Your smile washes up the sleeve of your hoodie, covered palm carefully hiding your chuckles.

“Three older brothers,” George muses, and there’s no telling if it’s something meant for you to hear. “That’s kinda scary.”

“You better be scared, one of them is probably your FBI agent,” you tease mindlessly, though there's nothing scary about those three grown men.

“I’m British, Bunny,” he points out. Whether the exasperation in his tone is fake or genuine, that, you can’t tell, but you play it cool, grin carved so deep it almost hurts. Dream’s wheezes rise and fall in the background.

“Say that to his face then,” you outbid smirkingly after a second of silence, heels growing into the carpet to make your chair spin slowly left and right, so breezily.

“I’d praise you for the rest of my life if you-Oooooooh your ass is wacked. Your ass is so wacked, dude. You fucked up so bad,” Sapnap chokes out between strings of giggles.

“Oh no, my streamer is losing his game?” You theatrically pout. “My streamer Dreamwastaken, have you met him? Guess you don’t need any of my brothers to kick your ass.”

“Okay yeah- no- it’s not my fault if your- they’re distracting me, okay?” Dream defends.

Slowly, the energy lowers again and the call remembers peace as Dream admits defeat.

“I’m not playing against you anymore,” he mumbles through greeted teeth, your hoodie shelters a muffled giggle. “Let’s talk about y/n’s twitter fame instead.”

“Let’s just not-” you mutter, both because seeing Dream lose at something is a miracle that has to be witnessed once and because you’re somewhat reluctant. “Let’s just not talk about that.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I had no idea it would draw this much attention to you,” Sap admits.

“Well, you talk about her all the time it was only a matter of time before twitter finds out,” George taunts and you secretly smile, listening to the way your best friend tries to defend himself, mind flooded with the last memories you have of when you were able to see those chuckles for real.

“Yeah, Quackity already told me you guys talk behind my back,” you fakely muse. “That’s totally fine, I don’t wanna know what you guys are talking about at all.” It’s a lie, obviously, the idea creeps upon your mind with assumptions you can’t quite get a grip of nor let go.

“You and Quackity talk?’ Sapnap asks, hint of surprise, and you hum.

“Or rather, he talks to me. He keeps calling-.” Shit. The forsaken word traps itself into your mouth. It’s too silly anyway.

“Come on, just say it,” Dream pushes as if he knew too much, more than you even do, and your cheeks flush mindlessly. You don’t notice.

“Dream, quit it!” You demand.

“Quit what?”

“You talk as if you knew more than anyone did.”

“Maybe I just do,” he coos, so dream-like.

Oblivious or careless, Sapnap asks, “Is Quackity bothering you or something?”

“He-" you begin but stop to look for the right way to put it, "He triggers my flight or fight response.”

"I mean, duh," Sapnap probably rolls his eyes.

"But I like him. He's funny."

After a second of silence, George says, “Well that was unexpected.”

“Not so much, I think we’re both chaotic neutral people.”

“What is that neutral chaotic thing anyway?” Dream is confused.

Roll up your sleeve girl boss because now is your time to shine! You offer your best dream smp alignment chart to the classroom. They're speechless, but they listen carefully.

"Then you're more chaotic good than neutral. You're too sweet anyway," Sap says.

"I'd even say lawful good," George debates.

"That's because you haven't seen Bunny during her crazy cat hour."

"True," you note.

"She'll go absolutely batshit."

“What?" George burst between confusion and surprise. "We've never seen you like that."

"A lady never reveal her secrets," you retort. No one answer.

It leaves a second for your mind to enjoy peace. For your eyes to lay on c!tubbo on lawful good and think true, then on c!dream on chaotic evil and think also very true. You huff and it's like a wave; as sarcasm leaves your breath, an idea comes in.

"Sap, check your DMs," you request.

Surrounded by the evening lull, Sapnap’s laugh pops like soap bubbles, "God, you’re so stupid. Why can't you just marry me?"

“So, is it Sapnap approved?” You chuckle lightly to prevent Sapnap’s morning fresh laugh to fill your chest and leak everywhere.

“Just press ‘send tweet’ please,” he confirms with leftovers of a smile in his voice.

"George, get me out of here. They're doing it again," Dream whines.

"Doing what?" He asks, unbothered.

"Act like they're alone in the convo. Just get a room." And you don't get to stand up for yourself that you and your best friend are actually sent to another room.

"Well this one is chaotic evil confirmed," you mumble as you roll your eyes but the vibes are much peaceful, much more comfortable in here. "So ... hi."

"Hi," he chuckles in return.

Maybe that's for the best; a moment that needs to stay a little timeless, secretive and special. It hasn't happened in so long, you don't even remember the last time it did.

"I'm glad you're here. I miss you, you know?" He says, and it's hard to not feel so bittersweet about it. It's hard when longing involves a craved touch, a real smile and an eye contact. Your shoulder sinks in the chair a little harder.

"I miss you too. I'll be here soon," you promise. And soon couldn't come any sooner.

But the conversation, soft and free, will wash up any worries, as always, and you'll end up talking about everything and nothing, about streams and planned videos and college and god knows what. As long as it makes the two of you happy and smiling. Just like the old days, you'll both think and it's fair to say until the evening turns into night and night turns into fatigue.

"Are you sure you're okay about that clout?" He asks once again. "I know you don't like being exposed like that."

"Yeah, yeah don't worry too much about it. I'll try to make good use of it."

"I'm sure you will," he murmurs, but oh boy did he not know what was about to come until you two meet.

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Taglist : @open-minded-chip-101 ; @itsoakaa ; @gaysludge

A/N : so first of all it has come to my attention that 129 days from now on is actually my birthday so that's a weird coincidence lol. Hi how are you guys?? welcome to the first part I hope you liked it. I'm fairly new to the mcyt community and that's the first time I write for them, so bear with me. Feedbacks are always appreciated. Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

*pops in* hello!

How are you today?

Soo cause you have open requests.. ( and writes for Benn 👉👈) could I ask for Benn Beckman with fem reader. And Benn is impossibly busy few weeks (cause Shanks and the rest of the went batshit crazy once upon a time ) and he is taking care of the chaos and not spending proper alone time with the reader and she is sad, but understanding and tries to hide how much is hurts her and her captain finds out at makes sure Benn will spend some time with her?

It can be nsfw or sfw I really dont mind either..

Thank you so much! I really really enjoyied the event btw 😁

Take care!

A/N: Hello Ochizo love!!! doing well thank you for asking! Oh of course I can do this. Thank you so much I'm glad you enjoyed it, it was fun to do I'm looking forward to doing more!!! I hope you enjoy!Take care as well!

Benn Beckman x Fem reader: I'm here SFW

Sitting on the deck watching Benn giving the crew orders on what to do. He could never leave them unsupervised for one minute alone. "That goes there make sure it is not upside down those are perishables." his arms were cross his eyes follow the crew to make sure they were doing everything right. Maybe you just wanted his attention for a bit but he had duties because he was the right hand man for Shanks that came first. Its been so long since you and Benn have had some private time together. When he was done with the bullshit on the ship for the day he was exhausted at times falling asleep before you could even get a word to him. You didn't want to become one of those girlfriends to always nag or bug him on wanting to spend time together either.

Passing by Shanks as he tried to wave to get your attention but you kept going looking down on the deck floor. Seeing the sadden expression on your face. "oii ____________." he patted your head.

Waking you out of your sadden state " Yes captain." twirling around to see him.

"You feeling okay you don't seem to be your glowing ball of sunshine. Whats on your mind?" Your captain asked you. Shanks did care about each and everyone of his crew members. Since you were dating Benn his right hand man he wanted to mark sure you were alright you guys did form a bond, both can be very loud and crazy together keeping Benn on his toes.

"Its nothing just tired." putting up a fake smile.

"I know you better than that." Shanks scratching his goatee. He was thinking long and hard to see if he could find the issue without having it come out of your mouth.( shanks is a smart cookie okay ya'll) managing to figure it out. "go get some rest." patting your head once again giving a comforting smile.

Shanks seen you off to your room maybe he has been relying on Benn for a lot the past few weeks and he is barley noticing the effect on you. He did feeling guilty, Shanks began to Search for Benn who was still having the men move the cargo around. "Hey Benn." shanks said cooling tone.

"Hey captain." his eyes still watching the men work. "Did you need anything?"

"Nah I'm good just bumped into ______ down the hall. She was out of it." Shanks sighed. Catchings Benn's attention "when was the last time you both spent time together." he asked.

Benn thought about it . He was caught up in his work he failed to realized how you were doing. "Its been a while."

"Maybe you should go spend sometime with her. Plus you been a bit grouchy too maybe you need to relieve some stress." shanks giving him a shoulder squeeze. "I can take over."

You were in your room laying on your side facing the wall your legs slightly curled up. The door opened,"Strange to see you in bed already." hearing your boyfriends voice. You sat up looking at him as he closed the door, making his way to the bed.

"I thought you had work to do?" asking him. You knew he had work to do but he was here with you.

"Shanks is taking care of it for the meantime.I wanted to check on you."

"im fine really everyone needs to stop worrying." the same fake smiled

"I know when you're lying to me your nose grows." he lightly flicked your nose.

"Ouch." you covered your nose. "Benn I d...." he cut you off

"I want to apologize to you."

"You didn't do anything you don't need to apologize." you shook your head and waving your hands.

"I do... I got caught up in working and fix the shit show on the ship I neglected you for sometime. I'm sorry ______.."his hand was rubbing the top of your hand.

Taking a deep breath in then releasing it."You are forgiven." you smiled slightly.

"You know you do owe me an apologize as well for not coming to me sooner. I need you to come to me when your are feeling down or want my attention. Just so you know I wont turn you down.. You're my girl." his hand running through your hair.

"I"m sorry Benn. I will be more vocal the next time."

"Sorry just won't cut it this time." He crawled on his hands and knee towards you on the bed trapping you underneath him "I think we both been neglecting other needs that are important." on his knees he sat up slightly taking his shirt off throwing it on the floor then his came too you.

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Just Friends

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You and Tom haven’t seen each other since filming Uncharted, and you decide to surprise him at his Jimmy Kimmel interview. Although you’ve always been “just friends,” you can’t help but think there’s something more.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry it’s been a few days since I last posted, I’ve just been super stressed with school and stuff, but I actually really like this fic and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst if you squint

WC: 2.4k

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It’s been months since you and Tom last saw each other in person.

While filming Uncharted, the two of you had become extremely close, hanging out in each other’s trailers and spending all of your free time together. In such a short period, you had become best friends, but neither of you could deny the spark of something more. Unfortunately, the two of you never got to explore that spark because of the short time limit. After wrapping, you and Tom went your separate ways, him to Atlanta to film Spiderman 3, and you back to your hometown for a well-deserved break.

That doesn’t mean you two haven’t stayed in contact though. You and Tom have texted and facetimed almost every day since you parted ways, or as much as his busy filming schedule allows. Throughout this time, however, you never seemed to discuss the obvious love connection between you two. Without actually speaking about it, you both seemed to agree that that conversation would be better to have in person.

This bring us to today, where Tom is backstage at Jimmy Kimmel, anxiously waiting for his interview segment of the show. He picks up his phone and decides to text you before he goes on to settle his nerves, wishing you were here to comfort him in person.

T: Are you watching the show yet?

Y: yep I already have my tv turned to abc! are you going on soon?

T: Yeah, I’m so nervous though

Y: why? you’ve been on the show before and you’re like amazing at interviews

T: Idk, Jimmy just said “be ready for a surprise” and he looked really suspicious so I’m scared

T: I just hope they don’t bring like Jennifer Aniston out or something because I would totally freeze and make a fool out of myself

Y: lmao that would be kinda funny tho, but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about

T: Okay we’ll see haha

T: Gtg I’m on in 10, I’ll facetime you after I’m done!

Y: kk, good luck tommy :)

T: Ahh thank you!!

What Tom doesn’t know is that you are ten times more nervous than him. While he’s under the impression that you’re sitting on your living room couch watching the show, you are actually in the dressing room down the hall from him.

Last month, when Tom told you he was going to be on Jimmy Kimmel to promote Cherry, you had the idea to surprise him. You emailed Jimmy not expecting a response, but to your surprise, he actually emailed you back and loved your idea.

So, here you are, waiting backstage and shaking with anticipation to surprise Tom. To be completely honest, you’re even more nervous now that you know Tom is expecting some big star like Jennifer Aniston, who you know has always been his biggest celebrity crush. But nonetheless, you shake off the nerves as best as you can, just hoping everything goes well.

“Please welcome our first guest… Tom Holland everyone!” you hear Jimmy’s voice over the speaker in your dressing room.

Now that Tom is on stage, you can safely leave the room without him seeing you, and you head to the side stage, waiting for your cue.

Tom and Jimmy talk about Cherry for a few minutes, and you can’t help but admire him. His voice, his face, his outfit, everything about him is just perfect. And even better, he’s here in person, closer than he’s been to you in a long time. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to stop yourself from running onstage and hugging him now. ‘Only a minute longer,’ you tell yourself.

“So, other than Cherry, what other upcoming projects are you working on?” Jimmy inquires onstage.

Almost there…

“Well, as most of you know,” Tom addresses the audience, “I’m filming Spiderman 3 right now, which has been going brilliantly. It’s definitely going to be the best one of all the Spiderman movies I’ve done. And I just wrapped on a film called Uncharted a few months ago in Berlin, which was so much fun.”

“Ooh, Uncharted, tell us more about that!"

“Yeah, well it’s based on the video game, and I play the main character, Nathan Drake, who’s on a quest throughout the film. It’s a lot like Spiderman in a way, with all the stunts and stuff, and I think it’s going to turn out great, I can’t wait to see it finished.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun! And if I’m not mistaken, you seem to have met a certain Y/N Y/L/N while filming?”

“Oh, Y/N, yeah, she’s great,” he starts to gush, and you immediately smile, “we became friends super fast, and I miss her so much. I wish she could be here right now, but she’s watching from home actually, so hey Y/N!” he looks directly at the camera and waves, as if he’s waving to you through the screen.

That’s your cue. You tiptoe onstage behind Tom, trying your best to shush the immediate gasps from the audience.

“Well Tom,” Jimmy smiles, “I think your wish may have come true.”

“Huh?” Tom looks around, confused, until his eyes land on you, and he completely freezes.

“Hey Tom,” you smile.

“Y/N! Holy shit! You’re here, you’re actually here!” he exclaims, not caring that he just cursed on live TV.

Tom immediately springs off the couch and sprints to you, arms outstretched. As soon as he reaches you, he picks you up in a tight hug and spins you around, both of you laughing. He sets you down, but still keeps you in a tight embrace, not pulling away until neither of you can breathe. He steps backwards to take you in, still trying to fathom that you’re actually here, with him, after all this time.

“Y/N, wha-, how? I thought you were at your house!” Tom can barely form a sentence, smiling wider than ever and completely out of breath.

“Eh, my house was boring. I thought it would be more fun here with you,” you smile.

He pulls you in again, whispering, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“You have no idea,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, it’s like you are the only two people in the world. You both start to lean in, lips almost touching, when Jimmy interjects.

“Alright, you two, while that was very sweet, we do still have the rest of the show to get through, so why don’t you come sit down,” Jimmy laughs, bringing you and Tom back to reality.

“Right, of course,” Tom responds, trying his best to keep cool in front of the audience.

Tom ushers you to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of your back as he follows you. He keeps his arm around you when you sit, staying as close to you as possible without raising any more suspicions from the audience.

“So, you two, huh?” Jimmy smirks.

“What? Oh, no, Jimmy, we- we’re just friends,” you laugh trying your best to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t know, that seemed like a little more than just friend behavior to me over there,”

“What do you expect, I haven’t seen her in half a year!” Tom exclaims, saving you from more embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just friends,” he turns to the camera and winks, earning laughs from the audience.

“Anyways Y/N, we already talked about Tom, so tell us about you! How was your experience filming Uncharted?” thankfully, Jimmy moves on.

“Well, up until this point I had only really done small indie films, so it was definitely a major change. But Tom was so nice in helping me and it actually turned out to be such an amazing experience, probably the most fun I’ve ever had filming a movie…”

You go on for a few more minutes, talking to Jimmy about your role in Uncharted and your career in general, exchanging small glances with Tom, who just sat back and listened, completely entranced by you.

“Alright, well thank you so much for coming Y/N, it was great to have you! I’m afraid I have to keep Tom for a few more minutes for our next segment, but you’ll have him all to yourself soon enough,” Jimmy smiles.

You laugh, “Thank you so much for having me Jimmy, it was such a pleasure!”

You stand up and hug both Jimmy and Tom, giving Tom a small peck on the cheek before you walk offstage, waving to the audience as you leave.

You smile all the way back to your dressing room, completely overjoyed that you were successful in surprising Tom. As soon as you sat down on the small couch, not even two minutes after you walked offstage, your phone starts blowing up with notifications.

You see that your best friend texted you, so you check that first.

BFF: so you and tom huh? girl why didn’t you tell me?????

Y: what no???

Y: we’re just friends!!

BFF: that’s not what literally all of twitter thinks

Y: wdym? they don’t know anything

BFF: go check rn, i’m telling you they’re going batshit crazy over you two

You check Twitter and immediately see the fans already going crazy over you and Tom.

“just friends”????? bullshit did y’all see the way they almost KISSED?????

TOM AND Y/N I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

did y’all see the way tom looked at y/n? he’s totally in love omg

UGH I’M SO JEALOUS AKSDHJSAHDSHD I WANT TO BE Y/N SO BAD

they’re so cute help omg

THE WAY Y/N FLEW OUT TO CALIFORNIA JUST TO SURPRISE TOM??? JUST FRIENDS MY ASS

Were you really being that obvious? You quickly call your friend, looking for some advice on what to do, and she picks up right away.

“Okay you were right, they’re going absolutely insane,” you start.

“I mean what do you expect y’all almost kissed on live tv!”

“Shut up.”

“Come onnnnn Y/N, I know you like him and he obviously likes you too so just talk to him! You already know that you two would be the cutest fucking couple ever. Plus you already have the approval of twitter what more could you need?”

You laugh, but you’re still hesitant.

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me back?

“HE. ALMOST. KISSED. YOU. ON. LIVE. FUCKING. TELEVISON. I THINK HE LIKES YOU BACK BITCH!”

“Okay first of all we didn’t almost kiss, and second of all I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Plus how would I even tell him?”

“Okay YES YOU DID ALMOST KISS! And this isn’t middle school! Just tell him how you feel.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think about what?”

You whip around and see Tom standing at your dressing room door.

“Fuck I gotta call you back,” you whisper, quickly hanging up the phone.

You turn back to Tom, still standing in the doorway.

“How much of that did you hear?” you ask, blushing profusely.

“Um, all of it I think,” Tom looks down and you immediately start to freak out.

Tom, however, looks back up at you and smirks.

“So you like me huh?”

You stay silent for a moment, a billion thoughts running through your head. You contemplate denying it and staying just friends with Tom. But then you think back to what your best friend told you just a second ago.

“Just tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah Tom. I like you. And not as a friend. This isn’t really the way I intended on telling you, and I get if you don’t feel the same way, but the way I feel about you isn’t just platonic. There’s a connection between us that I felt since the day we met and I can’t help but think that you feel it too. And then today it just got, like, ten times stronger and I-“

Tom promptly cuts you off by cupping your jaw and placing his lips on yours, sending a rush throughout your entire body. His lips feel like heaven, moving ever so gently against yours, and again, it feels like you two are the only people on Earth. The kiss is warm and loving, and although it doesn’t last long, the moment has already been engraved in your mind for eternity.

He pulls back, looking into your eyes, making sure he hasn’t made a mistake, but you only stare back at him ten times more lovingly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper back.

He takes your hands in his, “Y/N, I do feel that connection, and I want us to be more than just friends. I always have.”

As much as you are relieved that Tom feels the same way, you can’t help but worry.

“What about the distance? Are you sure we can handle that?”

“Of course we can,” Tom assures you, “I don’t care how far away we are from each other, I love you, and I’m never letting any amount of distance take that away.”

“But these past few months have been so hard without you, and we haven’t even been dating, I just- I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Then move in with me. Come to London and live with me!”

“Okay,” you grin.

“Wait, really?” Tom questions, taken aback.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, obviously we won’t be able to be together all the time because of our jobs, but it’ll be the closest thing.”

“Are you sure? That’s a big commitment to move that far.”

“I’m positive Tom. You’re my best friend, and now, I guess you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “I love you too, and I want to be with you, even if that means moving thousands of miles to London.”

Tom smiles, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“Shut up you dork, come here.”

You pull him in for another kiss, still feeling like you’re floating. Your lips once again move perfectly together, as if they’re made for each other. You’re completely consumed in him, and him in you, and in this moment, you know that he is the only one for you. In this moment, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and only him, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

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Insatiable  ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 8

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!!

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Chapter 8

“Heartbreak looks good on you...” My sister commented impishly, watching me slip the teardrop earring into my lobe, the ruby red stone glinting in the dimlight of the bedroom. 

It was a couple of weeks since my uncle had come over and today, all the important clan leaders from around the country would be heading over to pay their respects to him. As one of the oldest surviving vampires, he commanded a lot of respect and no one really wanted to be on his bad side. 

Which just made me love Jungkook all the more because I couldn’t forget how he’d literally thrown himself in between us that day. I wanted to give him  everything  in return but apparently, all i was allowed to give him was space. 

My father had visited me everyday , giving me a very cryptic, ‘ I’ll make sure the two of you get your happy ending, dearest but you need to trust me and stay away for a while. Just a while. ’. 

But it seemed so impossible, so far away and just so unlikely that I was beginning to lose hope. 

It didn’t help that I hadn’t actually seen Jungkook in these two weeks . Namjoon took his place and my only connection to him was Joowon , who told me his father was busy ...that he stayed with Hwasa most evenings . I felt jittery and nervous and even more so today because of the lavish party being hosted in the Grand Ball Room, which was easily the biggest room in the entire estate. The last time it had been opened was for my parent’s wedding a whole two centuries ago.  

For once I couldn’t hide in the daycare in sweats. My uncle apparently insisted that i be present for the party tonight. 

It only made my anxiety skyrocket. 

I was a mess when it came to formal parties with century old vampires. I had all the formal training of course, but still the etiquette lessons were long forgotten and lot of those cranky old bats had very archaic ideas about what was allowed and what wasn’t. 

I  didn’t want some entitled century old vampire pawing at my neck for a drink tonight. I really didn’t. 

But i had done my part. Put on a red dress, the backline dipping all the way down to the base of my spine , let one of the make up artists in the clan have a go at my face and even put on blood red lipstick. 

I grunted , trying to yank the small lace and leather garter up my thigh. It had a holster for a dagger, the small ornate silver one that all the women in the clan carried. The dagger was crafted with the Hwang crest on its handle and I carefully sheathed it in, patting my thigh to make sure it wouldn’t slip down my limb. 

“Don’t make fun of my misery.” I glared at her and she actually laughed. 

“Sera, you feel too much too deeply. Jungkook isn’t going anywhere. He’ll come around. “ She said gently.

I shook my head.

“I don’t want to wait though. I... I don’t know why I hate waiting but I do..”

“He looks like a kinky bastard. Tell me, did you guys try anything ...I don’t know..risky?”

Nothing riskier than getting edged in front of a whole hotel full of guests and then getting fucked in the back of a car. Oh, did I tell you he spit in my mouth? And I loved it.

“Not really.” I lied but I could feel my face heating up as I turned around, back to the mirror as i felt my ears burning.

My sister shrieked so loud I jumped, nearly knocking over the bottle of perfume on the dresser.

“Oh my God, Sera, you naughty little bint! Tell me now!!!” She screeched and i flushed.

Like hell i was telling my sister what we had done.

“It’s private!!” I hissed when she tried to yank me and she laughed. 

“You’re shy... aww that’s cute. But that’s just because you recently got un-virgined . Bet you  can’t wait for him to desecrate your special place again, huh?” She waggled her eyebrows. 

“That is the single most disgusting thing you’ve ever said.” I gagged.

She laughed again. 

“Relax. He was your first. Happens . But like I said, don’t worry about him being serious about this. I think he is. You guys had sex and dad knows that. And yet somehow he’s still walking around with his had attached to his shoulders. Do you really think father would have let him live if he didn’t have feelings for you?”

I frowned.

“That’s not fair. It was consensual. He didn’t force me into anything or tell me he had feelings ....”

She scoffed at that. 

“Please tell me you still don’t think he hasn’t got feelings for you. He went batshit-crazy when you went on that date with Yugyeom. Jimin thought he was having a stroke or something. Dude’s so gone for you it isn’t even funny.”

“ Fat lot of good that does me! ” I snapped. “ If he doesn’t acknowledge those feelings he might as well not have any. And so far he’s made it abundantly clear that he’s not going to act on them. Ever.” 

“Because he’s clearly involved in something dangerous.” She said easily, making me blink.  “I’m not supposed to be telling you this but I’m kind of sick of you moping around like the world is ending and I’m just going to trust you to be smart about it.”

“What do you mean dangerous?” I whirled around to glare at her, pulse racing. 

“I have no clue. Dad and Jungkook are working on something.  But they’ve been huddled in the administrative building for three days now and no one has seen them . So i don’t really know what it is they’re planning. But I’ve always wondered if Jungkook was hiding from something. It would explain why he’d work as a bodyguard...with his skills he could be so much more.  ”

Frustration bloomed,  this time laced with worry. I wanted to know what was going on. God, if i could only see him. A glimpse would be enough. Just to make sure he was okay. Just to hear from him that he was okay. That he was going to be safe. 

“Think he’ll be at the party?”  I asked softly, feeling a whole lot pathetic at the way my heart lurched hopefully. 

My sister gave me a very mischievous smile. 

“Maybe . Maybe not. You look ravishing by the way.  And everyone out there wants you. Literally. Don’t forget that. Don’t be easy. Make him beg a little. ” She winked. 

I frowned. 

“He won’t beg. He’ll turn the tables around and make me cry.” I shuddered.  . Which really wouldn’t be that hard . I felt like I was always on the verge of tears these days. 

The knock on the door made us both look up. 

“Who’s escorting you tonight?” My sister asked gently. 

I shrugged. 

“No one. I’m just gonna walk in there by myself because I hate all of you. ” I grabbed the small bejeweled clutch from the table and hesitated just a second. 

God , I had no strength for tonight but there was a possibility that Jungkook could be there tonight. And I wanted to see him, if for no other reason than to kick him in the teeth. 

 I slipped into the strappy peep toe heels, stumbling a little because i wasn’t used to them. 

Swearing at the sharp pain shooting up my heel and shin, I wrenched the door open. Ignoring the simpering man on the other side, i stalked right past him. 

It was going to be a long , long night 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ballroom looked ....for lack of a better word : overwhelming. 

Whoever was in charge of the decoration had clearly taken the budget, quadrupled it and then pretty much ordered one of everything. I stared at the sheer overdose of satin and gauze and felt myself shuddering. 

Red and black was the theme for the night and I half wished I’d chosen to wear something in turquoise blue just to give my eyes some sort of relief. But there was no denying that it looked especially lavish, the huge hall big enough to fit a dozen foot ball fields, the high ceiling that seemed to stretch right up to the heavens and the million candelabras and chandeliers hung all over the place. 

The carpeted floors felt soft under my foot and it was still early, only a few pople flitting about while the ushers and helpers rushed about, tweaking deatils, rechecking placement charts, placing refreshments on the table. Small bottles of blood arranged neatly on the table and I rolled my shoulders, eyes darting around to find someone familiar. 

Kim Minjae and Kim Mingyu were just entering the hall and I grimaced. God, no. But i watched as they casually posed in front of the blood red backdrop, while cameras flashed and i frowned. Were supernatural tabloids really that starved for material? 

“Sera, go on, you need to get your picture taken too!” My aunt materialized out of nowhere , dressed in a puffy red gown with ruffles and I shook my head. 

“Later... i need a drink.” I said quickly, escaping her clingy fingers and rushing away . 

As the only human in the entire damn place, I would have to walk all the way to the bar on the far corner of the ballroom to beg for a drink. 

I was half way there when a commotion at the door made me look up. My father had arrived with him a majority of his counsel and a bunch of other guests as well. I stared, my eyes zeroing in on a very familiar figure , my father’s arm wrapped around his shoulder.

Jeon Jungkook stood right next to my father dressed to the nines and with a dazzling smile in place. 

I gawked at him. 

Trying to process what it was that I was seeing. 

He was smiling. He had the audacity to smile after ignoring me for two whole weeks. 

I took a deep breath.

“You better have a pretty darn good explanation for the radio silence you treated me to the past two weeks. “ I intoned dully to myself , trying to ignore the way he looked, completely at ease in the spotlight. 

He turned a little to the left and his gaze caught mine. I watched as he smiled and shook hands with the people around him before whispering something to my father. 

I dug my heels into the floor, glaring as he extricated himself from the elite crowd and slowly began walking over. God, i wanted to kick him so bad. 

He stopped in front of me, looking expectant and my anger merely doubled in intensity. 

“Anything you wanna say, Jeon?” I snapped. 

“You’re beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Red is your color, angel. I wanna see you in it more often. “ He answered at once. 

My mind went distressingly blank for a whole thirty second. 

“ Did i fucking offer? ” I demanded , angry. “ I’m not dressing up for you. Ever. You ignored me for two entire weeks Jungkook! i didn’t know where you were...what you were doing...” 

“Sera, I’m sor -” He began but I squawked in disbelief, shoving him away hard. He stumbled, more in surprise than from the impact but he looked surprised .  

I felt myself shaking in anger. How dare he?

“Oh, no. No. You do not get to waltz back in with a simple sorry.... not after treating me like shit the past two weeks...Absolutely not.” I snarled, shoving him again but this time he didn’t budge. Ugh. 

I made to move past him but he grabbed my elbow , yanking me back till I crashed into his chest. It was humiliating , the way my body practically vibrated with pleasure from being near him. His arms around me felt like heaven and I’d spent two whole weeks in purgatory. 

“You need to stay with me Ms. Hwang. I’m your bodyguard, remember?” He whispered, lips pressing against my neck, breathing in my scent  and I glared at his arms.

“No you’re not. Namjoon is!! Where is he?” I asked angrily , but he pulled me closer, hands resting on the bare skin of my back as he hugged me tight, lips latching onto my neck, breathing deep and my knees buckled. i had missed this. So much and even if this was all i got, I wanted to savor it. Savor it even if I hated him for the way he treated me all the fucking time.  

“Missed you.” He whispered, lips wet and wanting , damp on my skin as he pressed kisses along my shoulder. I loved it but I knew he was going to leave me again and that just made me angrier. 

“You’re a liar.” I choked out. 

“No. I’ve lied about a lot of things but never about how you’ve made me feel, Sera. You set me on fire.”

I choked, anger and affection flooding my senses, confounding me because it was like being caught in an endless game of push and pull. 

I trembled, fists punching his shoulder in protest but he didn’t move. I could feel eyes on us and it made me flush. How dare he... How fucking dare he. 

“Let go of me! You said you don’t want me so let me go!” I said petulantly and he made a small noise of protest. 

“That’s not true angel...you know it’s not. I want you... Want you so damn bad , i ache with it.” He whispered the words into my skin and I bristled. 

“Fucking liar, let go of me!” i was going to cry. Actually burst into tears in the middle of the ballroom. 

He didn’t let go of me. 

Instead his fingers fluttered down my bare back, feather light and maddening , tracing a path down my bare skin and I gripped is jacket at the electric contact. 

i trembled, my thighs shaking but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I wanted him. I swallowed, shaking my head. 

There was no music and we weren’t even near the dance floor. I couldn’t imagine how we must look to the people around us. But it was hard to think of that when I could feel him all over my body, could feel his heartbeat pulse right against mine and when his arms felt like an anchor , grounding me . 

“You think I need you.” My voice shook a little, “ I really fucking don’t Jungkook and I want you to remember that. I don’t need you. I don’t need to touch you . I’m fine with you never touching me ever again. ” I lied, gripping him harder. 

My words didn’t match my actions at all and he seemed to realize it, chuckling lightly and letting me press myself closer into his warm, solid body. He kept his arms around me, waist pressed into mine and thighs hard and solid against mine.

“I know that... i need you far more than you need me.” He said sweetly, kissing my brow and stroking my hair. He slipped his fingers into the strands, running the silky length between his fingertips , his voice brimming with fondness . It hurt, the fact that I couldn’t have this all the time. 

That somehow I was only offered glimpses of this Jungkook. Little snapshots of a what our life together could be but when I tried to draw closer, he always pulled away. 

I glared at him wanting to demand more answers 

. And then my eyes fell on the small dagger sheathed into his belt. My sister’s words floated into my mind. Was Jungkook running from something? 

“Are you in danger?” I whispered, softly. “ Darling, i need to know if you’re in trouble. I need to know.” 

He trembled a little at the endearment. 

“Baby, I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry about me alright. It’s important that you stay safe. “

The words brought no comfort of any kind. 

I stared at him. 

“What is it with the people around me spewing platitudes in my face without telling me what is going on! Do you just not trust me?” I asked desperately, hurt blooming. 

Jungkook swallowed.

“i trust you with my entire life Sera. But, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He said gently.

I rolled my eyes. 

“Please....you’re five centuries old , so can you leave the whole cliché knight in shining armor back in the dark ages and just treat me like your equal? I’m not a helpless damsel in distress Jungkook...!!” 

He nodded, reaching for me again but I pulled away, wrapping an arm around myself. He hesitated, hands stretched out to touch but hovering a few inches away . 

“you’re right. I was out of line. But to be fair your father was very firm that I had to stay away from you...no contact of any kind till tonight. “

“And what’s so special about tonight.?” I asked , upset at how little i knew about what was going on. Jungkook’s gaze softened, and he pressed a palm to my cheek, thumb tracing circles on my jaw, before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. 

“ You’ll see. “ He smiled, “ And as for the rest of it, we’ll talk about this . I promise. We will....tonight after everything ends. I need to go now. Your father’s waiting for me,” 

I clung to him, feeling abandoned all over again. 

“What are you guys upto?” I grabbed his arm but he gently pulled my fingers away. 

“I’ll come find you. “ Was all he said before moving away and I groaned in disbelief. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Uh oh. I can recognize that look. On a scale of one to ten , how much trouble is Jeon Jungkook in?” Namjoon asked gently, watching me glare daggers at the man in question as he hung around near the front of the hall, surrounded by clan leaders.

 He was meeting everyone, apparently a social butterfly and i couldn’t fathom it. The last time we’d had a party he’d sneaked off to get laid with Helena. 

Speaking of who,

“She’s going to castrate him. I can feel it.” The sultry eyed vampire, sat next to me, her long nails tapping the scarlet drape of the table as she watched me, eyes heavy and hot, gaze trained on my neck.

 I’d never felt more like prey. 

“ Nice to meet you Helena.” Namjoon said casually taking the seat next to me. Great.  I was caught between two vampires that knew exactly how gone I was for Jungkook and exactly how ....not gone he was for me.  The night just kept getting better. 

“Always a pleasure daddy.” Helena said , eyes dancing with wicked mischief and Namjoon choked on his wine, spewing it all over the table. I stared at the pair in disgust. 

“Disgusting.” I snapped. “Look at him. He hasn’t looked at me in an hour. How am i supposed to believe that he wants me so much I set his skin on fire.” I demanded shrilly. 

Both of them went quiet. They looked very uncomfortable and i felt myself flush. 

I glared at them , self conscious. 

“What?! Jungkook said so himself.” I protested. 

Both of them began guffawing. 

“I’m never letting him live this down.” Namjoon chuckled and I rolled my eyes. I could feel eyes on me, everywhere. Everyone’s gaze flitted to me every few minutes. Some of the younger vampires hovered a discreet distance away but had their gazes trained on me . 

Everyone looked at me except Jungkook. There really was no justice in this god forsaken world, was there? 

Did he really think I was weak and harmless? I suddenly felt foolish . I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t powerless. 

So , so far from it in fact.

I didn’t use my abilities because of how morally ambiguous they were. My father had drilled it into my head, right from childhood, that I couldn’t use my powers without explicit permission from him and I had listened to him. 

Had played the role of the harmless human who just happened to have really intoxicating blood inside her veins. 

But somehow that had ended up with me being pushed out of the loop with the man I loved. Jungkook thought I was some kind of helpless damsel he needed to keep safe and it just...it irked me. 

It was laughable that he thought something could be dangerous to me. 

It was laughable because I  was  easily the most dangerous creature in this entire room. 

i pulled my phone out, texting furiously.

 I want to see you. 

 I stared at Jungkook waiting for him to see. He pulled his phone out read the screen and to my utter chagrin he slipped the phone back in without answering.

 All right, That’s it.  

I stood up slowly, Namjoon stiffening next to me. 

“Where are you going? “ He asked warily. 

“To mingle.” I said casually. “ you can stay here, daddy. I’ll be fine by myself. “

He spluttered again and Helena laughed lowly. 

“I like her. “ Her voice rang out and i smirked, making a beeline to wards the front of the room, where Jungkook stood with a few other vampires around the same age as him. They all straightened at the sight of me, lust evident in their eyes and I saw Jungkook go a little stiff when he noticed I was alone.

“Where’s Namjoon?” He said shortly. 

“With Helena.” i said with a shrug.” Evening gentlemen.” I smiled softly, parting my lips lightly, letting my tongue dart out and wet them before leaving them parted, tongue peeking out. 

Jungkook pressed in closer, arm darting to wrap around my waist but he seemed to think better of it, pulling away again. 

“Sera...” He began warningly but i cut him off. Jungkook didn’t know what he had. 

And I was too fucking beautiful to be ignored tonight. 

“Isn’t someone starting the music? What a terrible bore this party has been...” I said loudly and the men scrambled closer, almost tripping over each other. 

Pathetic really but at least they served their purpose. 

“Should we get you another drink, Sera?” One of them said. 

“Let me go find that Dj...” The tallest of the lot wandered off. 

“You’re right..are you hungry..? Where’s that waiter?” The one right next to me lifted a hand, waving the nearest uniformed helped and I smirked at Jungkook. 

“Having fun?” I asked. 

“You need to go stay with Namjoon.” He said stiffly.

“where’s the fun in that? “ I hesitated, locking my eyes with him and lightly lifting my heel up to rest on the chair right next to him. The slit in my dress fell open, exposing the entire length of my leg, especially the red lace of my garter. 

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the dagger strapped to my thigh, the red and gold stark against the milky white flesh. I rand a forefinger up from my knee to the top of the garter belt, lightly circling the tip over the sharp edge of the dagger. 

“Don’t...” He growled. I smirked.

“Don’t what?” I whispered. 

“Don’t fucking do it, baby... I’ll be really , really mad if you do. “ He was almost shaking with the effort to not grab me and i could feel it. Feel the urge to put me in my place, simmering beneath his skin but he was helpless. 

Any wrong move on me and he would have a dozen daggers in his heart within the next second. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about .” I feigned ignorance, purposefully pressing the thick of my finger into the edge of the dagger, gasping as it broke skin, tearing my flesh and drawing out my blood. 

A collective gasp ran through the crowd around us and it was quite the sight, an entire group of century old Vampires going stiff as boards,  nostrils flared pupils blown wide open as they all stared at me .

 I smiled wide, trying to inject a note of contrition into my voice. 

“Oops. That was clumsy of me. .” I giggled, holding my finger up. the blood beaded over and spilled , trickling down my wrist and I locked my gaze with Jungkook’s, bringing my arm up, licking the scarlet fluid up, tracing its path with my tongue all the way to where the dagger had nicked me before sticking the finger into my mouth with a lewd pop. 

A vampire, about three feet away from me was breathing heavily , grabbing the chair next to him and sinking into it. His fangs were out and his breathing was erratic. i watched his eyes flash red and I laughed.

“I’m sorry. “ I said sweetly and he gave me a blank smile.

“That’s alright, my lady . “ He was almost choking from the effort to stay composed. Poor thing. I let my gaze flit back to Jungkook who had a terrifyingly blank look on his face. 

“You little whore.” Jungkook whispered softly and i lurched. 

“Yours . If you want me. But if you don’t...then anyone’s really.” I shrugged unrepentant. 

“Really? You think any of the vampires here’s gonna want you after the stunt you just pulled? No one wants a needy little slut.” He said casually but I could see him shaking a little. There was a teeny tiny crack in that cocky attitude and I’d never wanted to stick my fingers in something so bad. 

I felt myself grin in anticipation. 

“It’s not about what I think, Jungkook. Its about what I  know.” 

He stared at me. 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You think I’m helpless, Jungkookie.... But the truth is... I can turn every single person here into my own personal  marionette if i wanted to. “ I shrugged. 

Jungkook’s eyebrows lifted, lips parting in surprise. 

“I’m listening.” 

I moved to the table in the corner, patting the chair next to me. He took the seat next to me and I smiled. 

“Now watch....” I snapped my fingers, signaling the waiter with the glass jar of lemon soda  and vodka in his tray. 

“Can you let my father know I want to leave the party early with Jungkook here?” I asked gently. The waiter flushed, but nodded and I casually slipped my finger into the lemonade jar, dipping lightly in the fluid.

Jungkook grimaced . 

“That’s disgusting.” 

I laughed. 

“Now let’s see who gets to drink it.” I followed the waiter as he moved around stopping in front of a group of very young vampires, about four or five of them. Two girls and three guys. They all took glasses of vodka from the waiter and i sighed.

“You know what makes my blood so powerful Jungkookie? “ I said softly. “ It’s the fact that it is  sentient.” 

Jungkook went stock still still next to me, lips parting in shock.

“What?” He croaked. 

I nodded.

“My blood is sentient. It can feel and see and control. If my blood mixes with yours, it will dominate your thoughts and feelings. I will literally take over you. But it also needs my instruction. So it’ll put you in a trance..... Leave you feeling boneless and disoriented , easier to manipulate. People think its because it tastes so good and they enjoy the feeling. They don’t know what the fuck they’re opening themselves up to...by letting me inside. “ I wrapped my arms around myself. 

“I’m painted as the beautiful, kind and precious human who needs to be protected....only because I am anything  but. In this room, Jungkook....I’m probably the one capable of wrecking the most havoc.” 

“Sera...”

“Nobody knows except for my father and I because...well... just the scent of it makes people chase me down. Can you imagine what they’d do to me if they knew the true extent of my powers.” I said bitterly. I let my gaze shift back to the kids with the drinks. The drinks that were tainted with my life essence.  

I watched them take sips of their drink and felt the mild tingling in the back of my head. Like a gossamer thread forming and wrapping around me and I swallowed. It was easy to ignore and I never had any trouble ignoring it when I let my family feed from me. Because I trusted them. 

But these kids though. My body thrummed, focusing on one person. 

The girl in the red halter top. 

“See the girl with the red top and black skirt....” I swallowed. “ She slit the throat of an old woman on her way here.” 

Jungkook swore next to me. 

“I can see the woman... she’s on her knees , begging for her life. She’s really old.” 

That wasn’t all. i could feel the grip of the dagger, the push of the blade against skin, the pull as the flesh gave in, the blood spurting out onto my fingers the scent of death as she bled out. 

I felt nausea bubble and I severed the connection forcibly. The girl’s pretty face didn’t match her filthy insides. i couldn’t stay in her head. The tendrils began wrapping around my head as  the four of them took more sips. 

“When I want... i can influence their thoughts. It takes more effort but it’s possible. it’s why my father wanted to make sure you actually wanted to be with me. He thought I’d coerced you . which I can . if I want. But I didn’t. I don’t do that ever. ” I shook my head. 

Jungkook’s brows raised. 

“By coerce you mean....”

“It can be as simple as influence your decision... but if I really put in the effort, i can make people physically do what I wanted. “ 

“Physically?”

I smiled.

“Remember the boys from my college ? the ones who nearly drained me out?” 

He nodded. 

“My father didn’t have them defanged. They did it to themselves. Literally stuck their own hand into their mouth and ripped their fangs out . Because I wanted them too.” 

Jungkook looked like he’d stopped breathing. 

I swallowed.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to tell you that if you’re trying to protect me by withholding information, its kind of unnecessary. I can take care of myself.” 

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me what’s going on  “ I sighed.  Jungkook gave me a piercing look. 

“Remember Joo Won’s mother?” 

“The witch you killed?”

“Her father’s out for my blood. He doesn’t know where I am as of now. Your father thinks one of his lackeys must be in attendance today so he’ll know where I am.... and  he’ll come for me. And when he does... I’m going to end it .”

I stared at him.

“ Okay. “ I swallowed. “ How dangerous is he?” 

Jungkook laughed without mirth. 

“I’m not sure if I’m coming out of this alive.” 

Blood rushed to my ears, so fast I felt momentarily lightheaded. My entire body rejected the mere idea of Jungkook getting hurt. And to hear him talk of it so lightly, it messed me up badly. The fragile hold I had on my mind snapped. 

“No.” I said angrily. 

Across the room, the girl in the red halter stumbled,  clutching her head .

  Anger and the urge to hurt clawed up inside me and I tried to get it under control. 

Fuck, I had to sever the connection fully before i did something terrible to her..

 But it wasn’t happening, 

In fact the more i tried to get away the more her conscience seemed to be wrapping around mine., 

 Distance. I had to put distance between us. 

I need to leave now,  I pushed the thought in through the connection and  i watched her as she stumbled away from her friends, hands buried in her hair.

“Sera what the fuck... “ Jungkook grabbed my arm, eyes wide and panicked and I trembled. 

I felt guilty and scared because there was a reason i didn’t do this and the reason was quite simple. This power...or whatever you wanted to call it, It was bigger than me. I couldn’t control it . 

My blood was sentient and sometimes it could control me , just as easily as it controlled others. 

“She’s just leaving... I just made her leave because I’m not .. I can’t. ...fuck...” My head swam as I tried to get my bearings. 

“ okay that’s it...we’re getting out of here.... ” Jungkook stood up, reaching for me and I blinked, disoriented and dizzy. “Come here, baby I got you...” 

I let him wrap his hand around my waist, half lifting , half dragging me out of the ballroom and into the hallway. I gripped his chest, stumbling. I wasn’t tired, just struggling to get my head on straight . 

But the scent of him calmed me. 

“I need you.” I whispered. “ I need you to be safe Jungkook. I’ve spent too long pretending to be something I’m not but with you... I’m.. You... You make me feel human. Truly human. “ 

“Fuck... hang on. I’m gonna take you to my cottage.”

I blinked

“your what?”

“My cottage. Hang on...”

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By the time Jungkook opened the door to the cottage, I felt a little like myself again. But my body thrummed , my skin on fire, my fingers trembling with adrenaline. 

“you look like you need to lie down.” He said gently.

I glared at him. 

“The last thing I need is to lie down.” I snapped.

He held his hands up.

“Alright. Calm down, baby..... Why are you so upset?” He asked soothingly and I scoffed.

“ You fucked me in public and the next day  you looked like you’d been handed a death sentence, when my father suggested that you court me and then... you disappeared for two whole weeks....and now you turn up and tell me that your life is in danger. You do all this shit and I’m  not allowed to be upset? ” I said angrily.

He hesitated. 

“I merely meant it would be dangerous. I am not actively trying to die.” He said softly.

“As for the rest of it.... I’m not the same person I was a month ago Sera.... You.. You’ve managed to claw you way into my heart and the only reason I didn’t want to court you was because of what I was involved in. I told you that...the baggage I’m carrying is too much for me to even think about being with you.... That’s the only reason. “

I stared at him. 

“Are you telling me you fell for me too?”

Jungkook smirked a little.

“You were fucking me all the time without touching me. How could I not fall for that utterly shameless gaze of yours. You were your heart on your sleeve and your heart is always filled with filthy thoughts about me Sera. You make it way too obvious. “ He said teasingly. 

“I don’t want you to die.” I said petulantly. 

“That makes two of us. “ He smiled. “ What do you want, Sera?” 

“Want you.” I said automatically, too raw and upset to think too much about it.

“You have me.” He stepped closer, hands resting on my shoulder, eyes earnest and i hated how much I wanted to believe him . But heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak had taught me that it was all a lie. I didn’t have him and now ....there was a possibility I could never have him. 

“No, I don’t.” I shook my head, angry. “ Don’t lie to me. I don’t have you.” 

Jungkook made to touch me again but I shoved him away, hard.

“you’re angry. “ He said thoughtfully. “ I understand that. You have every right to be angry. And I’m sorry I can’t tell you what you want to hear right now...Not until this whole debacle ends. But Sera...look at me...”

I bit my lips staring at him.

“I’m here. Now. I’m not going anywhere. It’s just us. You and I. Don’t worry about what happens next. Don’t. Let’s not worry about any of that. I’m here and I’m telling you I’m yours. You have me now.” 

I stared at him, tilting my head as I took him in. 

He didn’t move , merely staring at me evenly.

“You know.... you aren’t the only one who hates being ignored.” I said softly. 

I felt weird. 

Different. 

None of the usual nervousness or anticipation but instead a sort of burning need to  take. To reach out and pin him down , force him to follow through on his promise that I  had him. 

“ I’ve been giving too much of myself to you, Jungkook ...for way too long. I think it’s time I get something back.” I whispered. 

His lips curled in a small, impish smile and he looked a decade younger. His eyes flashed with mischief and anticipation. He looked eager....desperate even and I wondered if this is what I looked like all the time with him. 

“And what would that be...my queen?” he whispered meekly. 

“You. “ I said simply. “ All of you. Your words... your pain...your pleasure... your moans and your very breath. I want to take all of it.” 

I could see his pupils dilating even from the distance between us. 

“Its yours, sweetheart” Jungkook  bowed his head gently, holding his arms out. “Tell me where you want me...how you want me...” 

I glanced around the room. Not the bed. Not yet. 

There was a very sturdy looking chair in front of the small table in the corner. 

“Put that in the middle of the room and sit down.” I pointed at the chair. 

He smiled.

“You want me to stay dressed?” He asked carefully and I nodded. 

“Very well.” He moved to get the chair, placing it in  front of the bed. He sat down carefully. 

“Anything else?” He asked gently.

I narrowed my eyes at him 

“Yes. Keep your mouth shut unless I ask you something.” I said with a smile. His eyes widened in surprise. But he didn’t protest. 

I took in the sight of him on the chair, dressed in his perfectly fitted tux , legs spread and hands on his knees, eyes wide and alert as he stared at me. Pretty red mouth shut obediently. 

I moved closer till I was standing right between his thighs. His hands came up to grip my waists instinctively and I glared.

“Hands’ to yourself Jungkook. You don’t just get to treat me as you fucking like and then touch me without my permission.” I snapped. 

He lowered his hands , letting them rest on his knees again.

“Do you want to touch me , baby?” I whispered pressed my palm to his face before letting my fingers trail up to his hair. it was soft and silky to the touch, the strands like fine silk. 

“Yes.” He answered simply. 

“Then you need to earn it.” I threaded my fingers' into his raven locks, gripping hard and yanking his head back . i stared, fascinated by the ivory length of his neck, the little mole there and i pressed a kiss to his skin. I let my teeth sink in , just a little and then a little bit more. When he shifted, I pulled back, licking the skin to soothe the sting.  His breath caught and he gasped, eyes widening a bit and a small, ‘ fuck’ leaving his lips. 

I pulled back , keeping my fingers in his hair , gripping lightly, before reaching down with my free hand. 

“You have such a pretty neck and it make me wonder what it feels for your kind...sinking your teeth into people and feeding from them. Too bad I don’t have fangs. But you know what I do have?” I winked . 

I brought my leg up, the front end of my shoe resting on the small empty space on the chair , right in the V if his legs. If he moved even a little, my toes would brush the straining length of his cock visible even through the black of his slacks. He was so hard I knew it must’ve hurt. 

I gripped his hair harder and tilted his head down to he could stare at my thighs, specifically the dagger in my garter. 

“I want a taste . Of you. Can I?” I asked gently staring at him, fingers fiddling with the dagger and unsheathing it. 

He nodded. 

“Words. Please.” I smiled.

“Yes...fuck yes.....please...Sera...” 

“Good boy.” I winked, bringing the dagger up to his neck. It was really sharp and I used the tip to lightly draw a small dash, an inch below his ear. I watched the blade tear through the flesh, light and delicate, the skin cleaving and scarlet liquid bubbling up. I chased the flow with my tongue, licking it into my mouth and Jungkook trembled in the chair, jerking forward.

The movement jolted my foot onto his crotch and he grunted, grabbing my ankle when I made to move it away, keeping my heeled foot on his clothed cock. I swallowed,  little out of my league but i stared at him, at the sheer intensity of the desperation in his eyes and I inhaled ....before gently bringing my toes down to press into his cock. 

He moaned, thighs trembling and I  dropped the dagger to the floor.

I slipped both my hands into his hair, holding his head in place as i bent low to capture his lips with mine, sticking my tongue inside his mouth while grinding my foot down into his cock. I licked into his mouth, chasing the warm heady taste of him, my fingers tightening in his hair for leverage and I wondered if he was wet.... If his cock was weeping precum, dribbling into his slacks .

I pulled back to stare into his eyes but he had them shut.

“Look at me.!” i demanded,”  wanna see you...” 

His eyes fluttered open, doe- like and warm and swimming with pleasure and I’d never felt more powerful in my life. I moved my foot slowly, in small controlled circles for a few seconds. 

“You wanna cum in your pants like this? Rutting on my foot like a little mutt? Or do you want to get on the bed and touch me like you wanted to...?” I whispered softly. 

Jungkook swallowed and his fingers tightened on my ankle. . 

“Wanna cum like this.” He said taking me by surprise. I raised an eyebrow. 

“Really... then what about me...?  I want to get fucked too Jungkook ..? How’re you gonna do that if you cum so fast.....” I snapped, gripping his hair harder and he groaned. 

“I... I’ll fuck you again... i promise.. I’ll fuck you hard and make you feel good... just..let me cum...please.. It fucking hurts...” The way his voice cracked a bit on the last few words made my heart jerk inside my ribs. I found myself fighting the urge to give him everything. 

I smiled instead, kissing his lips again.

“Thank God for fast refractory periods huh, my big bad vampire?” I bit his lips, tugging it between my teeth , before reaching between us and slipping the shoe off my foot. Jungkook trembled, gripping me for support when I pulled my foot away and I let him cling to me for a second, before dropping the shoe down and pressing my bare foot on his erection. I spread my toes over the head, pressing down just a little and he inhaled sharply when i circled my toe on the wet patch . 

“Go on them. Make yourself cum.” I whispered, leaning down and kissing him again. He grabbed my ankle with both hands, rutting up into the balls of my feet, hips thrusting up and I let him lick into my mouth, messy and wet as he chased his pleasure. 

I felt him stiffen underneath me, followed by a wash of dampness under my sole and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and letting him bury his face into my neck as he trembled through the aftershocks. He gripped my waist, hands shaking as he held me and i waited, worried if I should take my foot off or not. I could feel my legs beginning to cramp and I swallowed.

“You okay?” i whispered.

“Yeah.” He grunted. “ Fuck..that was...” he laughed a little. 

“We’re not done.” I said pressing a kiss to his cheeks and stroking his hair back gently. 

He hummed, gently gripping my ankle and lifting my foot off his crotch. I brought my leg down, wincing a bit. 

“Should we get on the bed?” He whispered. 

I nodded, yelping when he stood up with me still in his arms, he carried me over to the bed, dropping me lightly. 

“Strip.” I said quickly. “ All of it. Want you naked and stretched out on this bed for me.” 

He moved quickly, stepping out of his clothes with ease and I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the black tie he discarded. I took off my panties, leaving my dress and the garter belt on. 

 Jungkook naked was a sight i could never tire off and I watched as he climbed into the bed, lying down in the center, legs splayed slightly and hands by his side. 

“Bring your wrists together up over your head” I said quickly and he moved his wrists up , letting me tie them to the head board with his tie as i sat straddled on his chest. I was wet, sopping wet and I felt the trail of dampness I left on his rock hard abs. 

“I’m gonna sit on your face and you’re gonna make me cum. And then , I’m gonna ride you .” I whispered. 

“Fuck.” 

“That’s the plan.”

I scooted forward, resting one knee close to either shoulder before gripping the head board with one hand and the hair on top of his head with the other. Tugging him closer, I lowered my pussy onto his mouth, groaning when i felt soft pressure of his tongue against my center, licking tentatively. 

Jungkook knew what he was doing, and he licked into me with practiced ease tongue slipping into my slit, curling against the walls, before tracing circles around my clit. He used his lips to suckled on the hardened nub , following it up with quick little licks and i slipped a hand between my legs, stuffing three fingers into my cunt to get myself off faster. 

“Oh...fuck... I want... “ I could feel myself shaking and he sped up his movement, licking my lit in quick little strokes and my orgasm hit me like a wave, drowning me in pleasure. I scooted down before losing my strength, collapsing on top of him. The orgasm having knocked me right out of my headspace. I was trembling and shaking, lethargic and completely out of it. 

”Baby...you okay?” Jungkook’s concerned voice came from above and I whimpered. 

“I’m... I’m sorry.... I’m so tired... I...” 

“Don’t worry baby .. i got you. “

I heard the sound of wood splintering and blinked, glancing up. Jungkook had tugged his hands free from the restraint, breaking the headboard in the process. 

I gawked at the scene in disbelief. 

“Did you just....?”

He grabbed the hem of my dress, ripping it up and off me quickly. 

“Fuck..... want to pound you into the fucking mattress my little princess... Such a little tiger aren’t you kitten... so fierce and hot... i loved it baby...you were so good to me ...made me feel so fucking good...” He maneuvered me onto my back and i felt myself blushing at the praise, face heating up as i gripped his shoulders. 

He grabbed the back of my thigh, spreading my legs before lining himself up against my pussy. 

“Fuck...” He slid right in , knocking the breath out of me and i clung to him, whimpering as he pounded into me, hips working so fact I was sure I was going to have trouble walking for a week after this. 

I could feel my orgasm build from the sheer intensity of the thrusts, the hard thick length of his cock pounding into my cunt till i felt swollen and bruised and tender and when it finally tore through me , i was drooling a little, eyes damp with tears and fingers numb from gripping him too hard. 

Jungkook fucked me through the orgasm and chased his own each push of his hips leaving me battered and I bit my lips to stay conscious . When he finally stilled, his cock throbbing as he came for the second time, filling my insides with the wet warmth of his cum, I felt myself shake like a leaf caught in a  storm, my entire body ice cold and trembling. A thin layer of sweat coated my body and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t recover from this for a really long time

“My pretty pretty queen....” He whispered , pressing kisses all over my face as he hugged me closer and I mewled at the warmth of him. 

“Don’t leave me .” i whispered, unable to fight the tug of sleep and exhaustion. 

“I’m right here, baby.” His voice was soothing against my ear as he held me closer. 

Maybe I could have him after all. 

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Author’s note : okay. well. that happened.  if you don’t give me feedback this will be the last smut scene. 

jk

but please do give me feedback . i love hearing from you guys. 

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I Know You (JJ x Reader)

Description: [Request] Hi! I was wondering if you could do a jj imagine where you’re in an argument and he raises his hand and you flinch bc you think he’s gonna hit you, and it makes him tear up.

I LOVEEE writing for JJ! Hope you all enjoy! 

 JJ was a force to be messed with, that was just a quick way of how to describe him. He would always stick up for his friends in a time of need no matter the cost on his behalf. So when you were at work bussing tables you knew that JJ and the rest of your friends had headed down to a party at the beach. Of course you wanted to come with but you had to earn some cash for a car so you didn’t have to bike everywhere. 

 When you finally got off on your break you had multiple text from people claiming your boyfriend was batshit crazy. Confused you kept reading through them when you finally found one about how he had first held Topper at gun point and then shot it off multiple times. Even though you were pissed you went back to work finishing off your shift, now you were on your bike heading to John B’s house knowing that is exactly where JJ would be hiding out now. 

When you pull onto the dirt road finally seeing the lights on in the house and the van parked off to the side you knew that he was here. You jump off your bike letting it fall to the ground making your way inside, you don’t even bother knocking at this point. ‘’Hello?’’ You say when you walk in not seeing them in the living room. ‘’JJ?’’ You call out. ‘’John B?’’ 

You sigh walking through every room of the house and not finding them anywhere opening every door hoping to find your boyfriend. The last place you could check was out back on the small dock, so you make your way out pushing against the screen door and heading out back. When you finally found the four of them huddled around back you saw them all breath a sigh of relief when they notice it was you, more than likely expecting the cops. 

‘‘Expecting someone else?’‘ You ask staring straight at JJ. They all shake their head no, ‘’Cops maybe?’’ You ask. 

‘‘What did you hear?’‘ Pope asks his head falling against his hands resting them on his knees. 

‘‘Just that my boyfriend held someone at gun point tonight,’‘ You say simply and JJ groans turning around on his heels, ‘‘And that he shot the gun off multiple times!’‘ You yell out making sure he heard you. 

‘‘It was twice,’‘ He says turning back around. 

‘‘Twice?’‘ You say crossing your arm, ‘‘That’s not too bad I guess.’‘ When you look up JJ was looking at you shocked, ‘‘Oh wait, it actually is bad because you aren’t suppose to have a gun in the first place!’‘ You yell at him. ‘’I mean what the hell JJ, a gun? Where did you even get it?’’ You ask him. 

 You hear a whistle and glance over seeing John B standing up from where he was sitting, ‘’Think we should give the two love birds some time alone,’’ He says patting his knees with his hands. ‘’Let’s go,’’ He mouths to Kie and Pope. They all look at you on the way out but your gaze stays on JJ who was completely avoiding yours. 

‘‘Can you just-’‘ You pause holding your hand to your head, ‘‘Can you just explain what you were thinking?’‘ You ask him. ‘‘Where did you even get a gun?’’

‘‘I found it,’‘ He says shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. You glance at him knowing there was more to the story than just that. He groans his head falling back looking up to the sky, ‘’John B and me we found a key to this hotel room and-’’

 ‘’You broke in?’’ You yell completely taken back. 

He scrunches up his face, ‘’I mean we had a key,’’ He says simply. You could already tell this story was going to be too much to handle, ‘’We found the key and we went to tell the guy about his boat-’’ 

‘’His boat? What about his boat?’’ You ask. He sighs, ‘’Just start from the beginning.’’ 

 ‘’We were out on the water today and we found a sunken boat, John B went down and found a key.’’ He begins. ‘’We decided to go to that hotel to check it out and it was empty and we found a bunch of cash and the gun and the cops came and so we had to hide.’’ He tells you, your eyes widening at the mention of the cops. ‘’Hold on-’’ He says holding up his finger to you, ‘’Before you say anything, they took money themselves too, I don’t know anything about why they were there!’’ He says. 

You walk over sitting down in the chair next to the fire, ‘’What happened at the beach?’’ You ask him trying to stay calm. 

‘’Topper was being a dick to John B and we just offered sara a drink, and Topper started drowning him talking about his dad,’’ He begins to say and you fell a little more sympathetic knowing JJ had only the best intentions to protect his friend. ‘’If I hadn’t I’m not sure what would’ve happened.’’ He says bringing his hands to the front of his body fumbling with his hands. 

You stand up walking over to JJ, ‘’You have to go turn the gun in JJ,’’ You sigh. 

‘’Why?’’ He asks sounding slightly offended.

‘’Why? Because JJ! If cops were there, it must be a crime scene or something!’’ You explain to him. ‘’If they find out you were there and took a gun-’’ You start off but JJ’s facial expression says something else, ‘’You did only take a gun right?’’ You ask. 

 ‘’Some cash too,’’ He says shyly. 

‘‘Dammit JJ!’‘ You groan, ‘‘What is wrong with you? Why would you tamper with something like that?’‘ You ask him. ‘‘You could go to jail- you all could!’‘ You tell him. 

 ‘’You don’t think I know that!’’ He says his voice growing louder. He laughs in disbelief kicking a rock out of the way. 

‘‘You held a guy at gun point tonight JJ, a kook to be exact! You don’t think that anythings going to come of that?’‘ You ask him. ‘‘I know Topper is a dick but-’‘

‘‘He was drowning John B!’‘ He yells. ‘‘Drowning him-’‘ He yells waving his arms in the air gesturing to inside the house, ‘‘The things he was saying, the way he was holding him-’‘ He tells you. 

‘‘You couldn’t knock him down? Pull him off? You had to hold a gun to his head? There was no other option?’‘ You ask. 

He groans again taking a step forward, it happened so quickly you felt yourself flinch thinking his hand was going to hit you when he was waving it around, ‘’He was drowning-’’ He was in the middle of saying but stopped when he saw your face.

‘‘What?’‘ You ask him confused as to why he stopped talking. 

You see him bite his bottom lip and he takes his hat off running his hand through his hair before putting it back on, his hands resting behind his neck. ‘’You thought-’’ He pauses and you can hear his voice break slightly, ‘’You think I was going to hit you?’’ He asks. 

‘‘I just- Your hand was waving around,’‘ You explain to him standing completely still watching him in slight distress. 

‘‘I would never-’‘ He begins to say but loses his words, he raises his hand pointing at you then his hand falls back against his leg, ‘‘I would never hit you,’‘ He says breathlessly.

You stare at him in shock, ‘’I know that,’’ You say softly unsure of how to handle what was happening. 

‘‘Never Y/N, I would never,’‘ He repeats. 

‘‘JJ I know that-’‘ You begin to say.

‘‘Then why would you flinch?’‘ He asks you shaking his head not meeting your eye, ‘‘I mean just why would you flinch like that?’‘ You could see the tears begin to form in his eyes as he finally made eye contact with you. You walk over to him trying to grab ahold of his hand but he jerks it away.

‘‘JJ,’‘ You say cautiously. He looks away from you his expression hard and cold, you slowly put your hand across his cheek and then the other so you were caressing his face. You pull on it ever so lightly so he was looking at you, his eyes were filled with tears a sorrowful expression on his face, ‘‘Look at me please,’‘ You whisper to him. ‘’I know you would never hit me,’’ You tell him staring straight into his eyes, ‘’I know you JJ, I know you would never.’’ 

He sniffles slightly and you reach up wiping a tear that had fallen from his eye, ‘’You flinched,’’ He says his voice undercut with broken up bits as if he couldn’t catch his breath from his heavy breathing. 

‘‘You were waving your hands around, I didn’t think it would be intentional.’‘ You explain to him. You were still holding his face his hands were at his sides almost as if he was afraid to touch you, like he was scared if he did you would pull away. You take your hands away from his cheeks and grab his hands bringing them together behind your back so he was holding you, then you wrap your arms back around his neck staring back at him. He looked so fragile in this moment, as if he was broken by the fact you thought it was a possibility he would actually hit. you. ‘‘I know you JJ, better than I’ve known anyone in my life.’‘ You explain to him. ‘‘Your stubborn, a little impulsive, a little wild at times,’‘ You start off listing qualities about him, ‘‘But you’re also protective of the things you love, someone who gives everything with their whole heart, and someone I know could never ever hurt me, ever.’‘ 

He stays silent for a minute just staring at you, his expression wasn’t easily readable and you had no idea what was going on in his head. ‘’Can you stay here tonight?’’ He asks barely above a whisper. 

‘‘Of course,’‘ You say finally pulling him in for a hug. You pull on him so he moves forward into the hug and he doesn’t really hug you back for the first few seconds. Finally you feel him sink into the hug pulling you against him tightly as he lets out a deep breath that he had seemed to be holding. 

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A/N: I loveee writing for JJ this might be my favorite thing I’ve written yet;’)  JJ is such an interesting character I’m excited to write more for him! If you have a request they’re open! 

Thank you for reading!