#plucked me out of the sky and sat me down in a field of flowers with a nice blanket and said no no

[sturnslcver]

matt fic based on valentine by laufey !!!!!! pls n ty

:ੈ✩‧₊˚ VALENTINE ˚.°: ₊˚ ୨

— matt sturniolo x fem reader —

— fluff, smut, sex warning!

today was valentine’s day — to you, valentine’s day was a day of all kinds of love. not just relationship love. it was a day to love your friends, a day to love family, and day to cherish pets, and a valid excuse to gift give and stuff your face with all the chocolate you could find. but this valentine’s day was different, because you actually had a valentine that wasn’t your best friend or your sister. a romantic valentine. while this made you excited, it also made your stomach turn. you had no idea what to expect. all you knew was that your boyfriend had something extra special planned. the term “boyfriend” didn’t exactly roll casually off the tounge for you. this was your first romantic relationship ever. you and matt have been dating a little over a year. although things are great between the two of you, you’ve been extremely inexperienced in a healthy, loving relationship, along with the physical aspect of expressing affection.

you eagerly awaited upon matts arrival, staring out the window watching for his car. you jolted as he began pulling into the driveway, beating him to the front door. “hey.” matt delicately smiled, his hands full. “these are for you.” he exclaimed, handing you each item one at a time. “happy valentine’s day.” the first consisted of a bouquet of white roses and pink tulips. the second was a pink wrapped box with a lace ribbon. you sat on the doorstep, pulling the mystery box down with you. in the box were two pink stuffed animals. a bear and a pig, along with some chocolates, a heart shaped locket, and some perfume. “thank you, matt. this is really sweet. i love it.” you stood back up, your fingertips advancing to matt’s waist as you drew him in for a kiss. matt slid his hand into yours and gently swung it back and forth.

“the sun’s gonna set soon” “i’m nervous” you chuckle. “don’t be. i promise it’s gonna be really chill and fun.” he reassured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“we’re almost there” matt exclaims excitedly as you begin unbuckling your seatbelt. he practically flies from the drives seat, and to your door once the car is parked. he offers a helping hand as you move from the car. he slides up behind you, with both of his hands blocking your view. “am i going the right way?” you question with your arms out. “turn left.” matt mumbles. he removes his hands and a small picnic in a flower field in revealed. “this is so pretty” you glisten. “i’m glad you think so.” matt laughs.

he pats the quilt, signaling for you to take a seat next to him. he plucks a pink flower from one of the nearby bushes and places it behind your ear. “you’re so pretty” he claims. you fall silent for a few moments. no guy had ever seemed so genuine toward you. “thank you” you reply, a smile forming on your face. you wrap both your arms around one of his and rest your head on his shoulder as he prepares the food to be eaten.

he leans further into you and presses a delicate kiss to the corner of your mouth. “take your pick.” he hands you a heart shaped tray of chicken tenders and a variety of sauces. you point to an orange sauce. he opens it for you before the both of you begin to shovel down your food.

stars evidently show up in the sky as the clouds evaporate and the sunlight dims. “i really appreciate you doing all this for me matt” “good, i had fun setting up and im glad i could do something special for you.” his arm snuck around your waist as his fingertips began exploring the small of your back. he started to pepper kisses all around your face. your nose. you chin. your lips. your jaw. your cheeks. you smiled against his lips as he transferred you onto his lap, his hands digging into your waist. you arch into his lap as his hand glides up to your breast, lightly clasping it. your hand advances up, following his touch as his other hand slips up your thigh, under your dress. matt gently pulls away. “is this okay? we can wait. i don’t mind.” he reassures you. you rest your arms around his neck loosely, actually considering if this is what you want. you finally nod. “i want this.” “you’re sure?” he tilts his head and slightly raises a brow. “yep” you shrug comfortably .

he leans back in, hooking the waistband of your panties with his finger. he tugs it down,waving them right above your knees. you begin to pant needy breaths as you and matt advance to open mouth, sloppy kisses. he gently rubs up and down your wet folds, before kneading your clit. you gasp as he unhurriedly slides his middle finger into you, pumping in and out. your head falls into his neck as you ride his finger gathering as much friction as you possibly can as he curls completely into your g spot. “more” you utter breathily as his finger curls into you. “another finger?” you nod violently. between the nipple play and the fast pace thrusts and curls inside you, a warm tingle begins forming at the pit of your stomach. matt bucks his hips as you tug his pants below his thighs. you feel his hard growing beneath you with every bounce down. you earn a sharp whince from him as your fingertips clamp down on his bulge. you palm him gently, allowing a warm liquid spot to form in his boxers. “feel good?” you mumble into his neck. “so good” he whispers back. you slide your hand through his underwear, setting free his hard, red, swollen cock already dripping in pre-cum. you trace the veins around it and spread the juice before aligning yourself with his hard. matt grunts shooting his hips, as you slowly sink down onto his cock. he swiftly takes charge, firmly gripping around your thighs as he pushes himself up inside you. he feels your clench around his cock. his head lands in the crook of your neck before he utters, “you feel so good.” your hands trail up his shirt and you dig into the back of his shoulder blades. his jaw falls slack as your head shoots back, both of you chasing your climax. “i think im close” you whisper feeling the liquid tense in your lower abdomen. “let go” matt replies, his jaw slack. those words were all you needed to hear before your shoulders rose, and the knot in your stomach snapped, allowing you to slowly release all over his dick. he groaned at the feel of your wet coat, before picking up the pace. you gasped, squeezing matts side, as you were highly sensitive. “i’m almost there.” he breathes heavily, as his dick twitches, letting go inside you. he slows down but doesn’t stop, riding out his high. he stays resting inside you as he makes his way to a full stop, both of you resting your heads in one another’s neck, panting heavily. a few moments pass before matt voices, “that was amazing. you were great.” his head lifted, leveling with your glassy eyes. you smiled at him in return, placing a compassionate kiss on the tip of his nose.

matt gently lifted you before discarding all the garbage and swatting the crumbs away from the quilt. he took hold of a napkin, tapping your thighs as a gesture to widen them. he lightly dabbled you, soaking up your mess with the tissue. he flipped the quilt to the other side. your head lay gently on top of his chest, legs intertwined, fingers interlocked, creating your own constellations in the stars as you listened to one another’s breaths slowing and your heartbeats returning back to normal.

he placed his fingertips to your hair, gently stroking it back with one hand, his other occupied up your dress, leaving light scratches to your back. “i love you” he murmured into your hair. your face fell, mortified at the realization that you loved him back. you now had something to lose, something that so deeply infatuated you. you gained back composure, wanting this moment to last forever. “i love you too.” you chuckled. “happy valentine’s day” you whispered up to matt sympathetically.

hope u enjoyed! this was a little rushed since i wrote it in the car!! keep requesting though :) i’m happy to write anything!! 🫶

[tanjirosjuliet]

Prettiest Flower

A/n : ahh it's been so long since I uploaded right? It felt so weird opening up my notebook and begin to write. Anyways here's a lil fic I wrote a few days ago. Just a reminder I'm going to post every Wednesday and Sunday now!!!

Warnings - none !

Genre - fluff

Pairing - Tanjiro x reader

Words - 680

As the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself walking next to my sweetheart, Tanjiro. We had an extremely strenuous mission from which we were returning. Now that the stress of the mission had lifted, it left behind a sense of accomplishment and a longing for the comforts of home. On the way, suddenly, amidst the fading light, was a beautiful flower field stretched out before our eyes, mostly filled with dandelions. I gasped and tugged at Tanjiro's sleeve, "Look! Oh my gosh, a flower field! I've never seen one before it's so pretty!" I said in enthusiasm as Tanjiro marveled at my excited demeanor. Entranced by the flower field's beauty, me and Tanjiro exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between you to explore this unexpected treasure. Different scents from all directions hit Tanjiro's nose. I giggled as I looked at him making faces while trying to adjust. Tanjiro's calloused hands ran over the soft gorgeous flowers around the field, this was something he missed alot, he used to visit a humongous flower field not too far from his house alot in the summers as a kid but this was the first time in a while where he actually visited one again. A wave of sadness and nostalgia washed over him as he his lips turned downwards. I held his hands and caressed them, "Are you okay, m'love?" I asked him sympathetically as we walked through the field, thinking it might make Tanjiro feel better. "Yeah" Tanjiro let out a weak sigh, clearly missing his family. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over the landscape. I watched in awe as the birds soared overhead, their graceful silhouettes dancing against the vibrant canvas above. In the distance, the lights of the village began to flicker to life, a comforting reminder of the civilization amidst the wilderness. Lost in the beauty of the moment, me and Tanjiro found ourselves laughing and playing like children, the weight of our responsibilities momentarily forgotten. Our laughter echoed through the field as we played tag. His laughter and joy was infectious, I don't remember the last time I saw him like this, so carefree and full of energy even after a mission. Laughing and giggling, we collapsed on the grass below us, "Caught you!" Tanjiro said panting and giggling. His hair brushed against my cheek as he scooted closer to me. As we sat in the field, my eyes were focused on the ethereal view ahead. Soft breeze whistled through my ears as I closed my eyes. These were the fleeting moments of pure joy demon slayers wanted amidst the chaos of our lives. Tanjiro, knelt down amidst the dandelions, his nimble fingers plucking the delicate stems with care. With a playful glint in his eyes, I saw him crafting a dandelion clown, his hands working with practiced precision. I watched in admiration, marveling at his creativity and skill. The sun dipped lower below the horizon, painting the sky into pinks, purples and deep blue stretching miles behind us. Tanjiro presented me with his creation—a whimsical dandelion clown, its petals arranged oh so precisely as if he was trying to mirror the way I make him feel. The way he was presenting the flower crown was like a toddler sweetly presenting a flower to his crush. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight, a warm feeling spread through my chest at the thoughtfulness of his gesture, "Aww, love, you really didn't had to do this much" I said, grinning eye to eye as Tanjiro tenderly put the crown on my head with hearts in his eyes, "No, you deserve it" Tanjiro smiled, softly pinching my cheeks. I cupped his and face kissed his forehead scar lovingly and asked, "There are so many pretty flowers here, which one is your favorite?". He thought for a moment, he caressed my hair as he finally spoke, "There are very pretty flowers here, but if I were to choose the prettiest one... I'll always choose you."

MASTERLIST

@tanjirosjuliet ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ sᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ !

[edgeofn1ght]

all you conceal, let out: ch. 4

story summary: After the death of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, in his grief, takes off on a mission half-cocked to find a lost holocron on Jedha. The next thing he knows, he's waking up injured on a planet he's never seen before, surrounded by calm and an unsettling quiet. Then, after passing out again, he wakes up in a strange home, patched, clean, and safe. And his savior is someone he loved who he didn't think he'd ever see again. Will he be able to get back to his own universe, and does he even want to?

ch. 4: Ben finally takes a small leap of his own.

↳ ch. 1, ch. 2, ch. 3

alternate universe travel �� obikin • read on ao3 instead

"Ah, there you are." 

Anakin opened his eyes to find Ben standing over him. There was nothing but the fading blue sky behind him, not even a wisp of cloud. But none of the natural beauty could compare to Ben's lovely gentle smile, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. 

"Here I am," Anakin replied, not bothering to move.

Judging by the waning light, Ben was most likely here to collect him for dinner, even though Ben had no problem eating alone. If Anakin was around, they'd eat together, and if not, he would leave a plate for Anakin and allow him to eat in his own time. Since he had arrived, Ben had given him more than enough space, but he still wasn't sure how to feel about it… especially now when he was set to leave sometime tomorrow. And they might never see each other again. The thought gnawed at him more than ever.

"I was looking for you," Ben said as he sat down next to him. "Quite hard to see you in the tall grasses out here."

Anakin pushed himself up on his elbow and faced Ben. "Maybe I didn't want to be found. Maybe that was my plan."

"Well in that case…" Ben shifted like he was about to leave, but Anakin settled a hand on his knee. 

"I'm kidding, Ben.” The brief chuckle died in his throat and he quickly pulled his hand away when he realized what he'd done. Still… Ben didn't pull back or flinch from the touch, but instead settled back in next to him. 

"So what were you doing out here?" Ben asked as he plucked a couple of small flowers from around where he sat. They had long green stems which ended with a white burst of petals and a small yellow center. Anakin watched his fingers as he fiddled with the stems and began to weave them together. His hands looked just the same as Anakin remembered them, except perhaps Ben's were a bit rougher and tan from the outdoor work. Ben had laborer's hands, and they were just as beautiful. 

"I was just resting, or trying to catch up I suppose. You don't get to rest much in a war."

"No, I don't imagine you do," Ben looked out across the fields. "So, when you get back, you jump right back into the thick of it?"

"Yes, I have no choice. I'm needed." He hesitated a moment before continuing – it was now or never. "I know you won't believe me, but… I knew you."

Ben turned back, his brow furrowed. "Knew me? What do you mean?"

"You are – were a Jedi, too," Anakin replied. "A general in the grand army of the Republic. My master and a great friend." And I loved you.  

Ben was silent for a few beats, but Anakin could see him thinking, possibly carefully choosing his next words. Obi-Wan was always so good at that. "’ Was ’ a Jedi? So I stopped? That is something you can do?"

Anakin only wished it had been that easy. "Yes, well… No, you…" He desperately wanted to tell him the truth, but he just couldn't. Saying it out loud made it true. "You left." Ben looked back down at the flowers in his hands, and Anakin was beginning to feel like he shouldn't have said anything at all. 

"What am – what is he like?"

Anakin laid back down in the grass. “That's a loaded question."

"Humor me anyway," Ben said. "If you don't mind."

Anakin looked up at the sky. As his eyes adjusted, he began to see the lantern bugs again, flashing against the darkening night. It was better than looking at Obi-Wan while he talked about him – that was impossible. 

"He's strong, intelligent, shrewd, kind, loyal, dedicated…" He trailed off wondering what he could possibly add that wouldn't give away how much he admired and adored him.

He looked over when he heard Ben chuckle. "So he's perfect?" He grinned. 

Anakin rolled his eyes, "You're also stubborn, conniving, an insane risk-taker, and a pain in my ass." 

Ben grinned wider, completely ignoring Anakin's little slip-up of 'you.' "I repeat myself, so he's perfect?"

Anakin shook his head and closed his eyes. He stiffened when he felt warm fingers touch the tip of his left ear. When he opened his eyes again, Ben was leaning in, closer than before. 

"There," he said as he tucked a small group of the flowers into Anakin's curls. "Beautiful."

When Anakin reached up to touch the flowers, Ben grabbed his wrist then raised it to his lips, kissing the back of his hand gently. Anakin's whole world stopped when he locked eyes with Ben. He ran his thumb back and forth across Anakin's wrist as he held his hand, then he kissed it again. His blue eyes were clear and serious as he watched Anakin.

He curled his fingers around Ben’s and squeezed lightly. "Ben… I–"  The soft smile faded from Ben’s lips as he slowly lowered their hands. "I'm leaving tomorrow," stumbled out of Anakin's mouth before he could stop it. 

"Yes, of course," he said as he let go of Anakin’s hand altogether. He stood quickly and brushed the dirt and grass off his trousers. "Apologies." 

Anakin turned over and sat up as Ben walked quickly back towards the house. He was supposed to be leaving tomorrow. To return to Coruscant. Then hopefully back to his own world.  And he'd leave this world, and Obi-Wan, behind. Alone. 

"Ben! Wait!" He shouted as he stood quickly and took off into a trot. Even just walking, Ben was fast. When he caught up, he grabbed his arm and swung him around. "Ben," he said one more time, breathless.  He surged forward, placing both hands on Ben’s face and kissed him. He felt Ben tense beneath his touch then soften after a few moments as he began to kiss back.  Anakin's arms became trapped between them when Ben’s wrapped his arms around his back and waist, pulling him impossibly closer. It felt incredibly and wonderfully right to be kissed and held by him. It was something he'd wanted and dreamt of for so long and it had to become something he had to give up. 

But this still wasn't Obi-Wan. His eyes flew open and he drew back. Ben chased his lips for another kiss, but Anakin pulled back further and pressed his palms against Ben's chest. 

"I go back to Coruscant tomorrow," he said as his gaze flicked from Ben’s eyes to his flushed cheeks to his red, kiss-bitten lips. 

"And I was letting you go," Ben said as he tightened his hold around Anakin's waist. "I was prepared to let you go. Perhaps I acted a bit rashly, but then you ran after me ."

"I did, I know," he replied as he dipped his head to rest his forehead against Ben's. 

" You did," Ben repeated. Then he pressed a kiss to the corner of Anakin's mouth and another to his cheek. 

Anakin didn't know what else to say – he had no defense for what he'd done. He ran after him because he very selfishly wanted Ben to continue what he started. He wanted to know what Ben wanted, where it could go, and ultimately what it felt like to be held by him, maybe even loved, but Anakin was supposed to leave tomorrow. And he was really only returning to Coruscant on the simple hope that he could find a solution. He had no idea if it was possible. There was no guarantee.

When Ben kissed his jaw right below his ear, he shivered then slid his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He tucked his face into the crook of his neck. He didn't want to let him go now or ever.

"Why are you shivering?" Ben asked as he slid his hand up his back and into the hair at the nape of his neck.  Ben’s beard scratched softly against his face when he spoke, making him shiver more. Was it anticipation? Nerves? Fear? Just the chilly night air. Or perhaps all of the above?

"You're leaving tomorrow," Ben repeated softly. "And I can't make you stay." Surprisingly, it wasn't a question. 

Anakin raised his head, heart pounding. "So then… stay with me tonight?" He kissed Ben again, this time more urgently, pouring all of his love and want into their connection. Perhaps Ben wasn't force sensitive here, but he could still feel that.

Anakin blinked awake slowly. A soft blue light filled the room and all was quiet. He sighed softly, feeling more relaxed and content now than he'd been the entire time he was on Stewjon. Possibly even more than he had in literal years . He tentatively reached to the other side of the bed, and his fingers hit a lump under the covers.  After five days sleeping in the man's bed, he was no longer alone.  He turned his head across his pillow and found Ben still sleeping. He was lying on his back, the covers pulled up just mid-chest and his large right hand resting on his stomach. He wasn't snoring but rather breathing so lightly, Anakin almost wasn't even sure he was still breathing. But when he stared long enough, he could see his chest rise slowly and rhythmically.

Anakin turned on his side to watch him. It was true to say his feelings had become conflicted days ago, almost as soon as he awoke in the man's house, resting on his couch. But now they were only further complicated after last night.  He had fallen in love with him. And how could he not? It didn’t take much. 

He'd never experienced anything like what he experienced last night with Ben, and now he was supposed to leave? 

As the room slowly got lighter, Anakin could see little marks on Ben's neck and chest. He flushed thinking about it. Ben had been good, kind, and patient. It was everything Anakin had wanted and more. He was everything Anakin had wanted, and it took him by surprise that Ben had wanted Anakin, too. He'd been so wrapped up in his shock, grief, and trauma, he hadn't noticed it - not to mention Ben didn't even know him.

It'd be easier if he just got up and left right now without saying goodbye. Cruel. But easier.

There was no way he could do that. 

Ben shifted and let out a small groan. Anakin continued to watch him as Ben came back to life.  “I can feel your eyes on me,” he said as he turned to look at Anakin, squinting against the light from the window. “I can't look that good.”  Anakin smiled. Well that was where Ben was wrong once again – he did, even half asleep, hair a mess.

"Well, you looked so peaceful, I wanted to watch you sleep." He couldn't look away or blink. If he did, Obi-Wan would disappear again. 

Ben returned the smile as he turned on his side to face him. He shifted closer until the tips of their noses touched then Ben placed his hand on Anakin's cheek. Anakin melted under the touch as Ben stroked the warm skin with his thumb. 

"Good morning," he said, then pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Neither of them were concerned with appearances or morning breath. 

"Morning," Anakin replied with a kiss of his own. He curled his arms into his chest as he closed his eyes and hummed in contentment. 

Anakin had finally removed his glove before they went to bed. Ben hadn't recoiled or flinched like he'd been afraid he would, but only said he was sorry that Anakin went through such a traumatic event. As he kissed his hand then, he told Anakin how much he admired the craftsmanship and told him how it seemed to fit Anakin (even though he didn't know him that well). It was strange – Obi-Wan had said very similar things after Geonosis, too (except, of course, without the kisses). Then Anakin remembered Obi-Wan sitting by his bed one night in the Halls of Healing. It was maybe his fourth night there, and he woke up in the very early hours of the morning from a nightmare about Geonosis. He had been surprised then to find Obi-Wan hunched over the side of his bed, sleeping. But strangest of all, was that he was very lightly holding onto the metal fingers of Anakin's new hand. 

Anakin's heart clenched in his chest at the memory. Ben wrapped his fingers around Anakin’s fingers now and brought them to his lips, kissing each one. 

He couldn't leave. He couldn't. 

"Come with me to Coruscant," Anakin blurted out before he could stop himself. Ben pulled back slightly to look at him. "Come with me to Coruscant,” he repeated, eyes scanning Ben's expression. 

Ben’s face changed from surprise then confusion then to resignation. "Anakin, you know I can't. This is my home. My life is here. Even on a break, I have no one to look after this place."

"One of your students can do it, can't they?" Anakin said hopefully. "I'm not… I'm not asking you to stay away forever. I know your life is here." Saying it out loud didn't make him believe it any more. Ben’s life was here and he wasn't going to leave. And in fact, him coming to Coruscant was probably going to make it even harder for Anakin to leave himself. He just wanted him by his side a little longer. 

Ben closed his eyes and turned over onto his back. Anakin missed the closeness already, so he shifted closer and laid his cheek on Ben’s shoulder. 

"Anakin, you know I ca–"

"Just the hangar then," he said, interrupting Ben quickly. “To see me off?” Anakin laid his hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat.

Ben sighed then placed his own hand on top of Anakin’s, wrapping his fingers around his. "You don't give up, do you?"

Anakin chuckled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Never." 

He would get Ben on that transport come hell or high water.

[sm8th0p]

a/n: its 2 am and someone on tiktok said this song looks like him and i literally cried my eyes out. i miss him so much and i want him to come back so bad

desc: chilling with satoru in a random flower field

tw: (sobs into mic)

“sleepy, are we?” you hover over satoru’s body, hands planted on each side as you look down at him, blocking the sun from his face. you can never get enough of this view- him surrounded by the flowers around you, laying peacefully together in a flower field.

he let out a soft chuckle before reaching out to gently graze his fingers across your jaw. “can’t help it. your presence relaxes me so much to the point i feel sleepy.”

you sat down comfortably beside his figure, to which he quickly adjusted so that he was resting his head in your lap. oh how you loved this side of satoru, all winded down after a lengthy mission and the number one thing he craved was simply your affection.

“so cheesy, toru. i think you’re just tired from your mission.” you spoke as you played with his hair, picking and plucking a few of the flowers in your reach before tucking them neatly in his soft hair. you found yourself staring at him, completely lost at how beautiful a human being could be, and that person is here, in your arms, all yours to admire.

he pouted and took your wrist in his hand before bringing them to his lips to give a soft peck. “nope, it’s definitely you, princess. i missed you.” his eyes crinkled as he cheekily grinned. how charming, you thought as heat rushed to your cheeks at his gesture.

“i missed you too.”

satoru burried his face into your torso, arms sneaking around your back. you felt his breathing becoming steadier by the second.

“toru love, you can’t sleep here, you slept the whole morning and afternoon already.”

he whined before you felt him smiling through your clothes, and immediately going for your sides, tickling them.

you jolt upright and grabbed on his arms all while your body shook with laughter.

“satoru!-,” you heaved, “that tickles!” the way the tone of your voice got higher and overlapped with laughter had him laughing too, sitting up and continuing his attack on you, tickling your sides as well as peppering your face and neck with kisses.

you tickled him back and he flinched as he felt your surprise attack. you took this opportunity to pounce on him and you hear him mutter a quiet “oof” before laughing and hugging you close to his chest.

the both of you laid quietly, and you listened to his heart beating rapidly then slowing down as he took deep breaths. you rested your hands on his chest, relishing in the present, the fact that he’s here, and he’s alive.

you sat up on your knees and looked around, the sky starting to turn into an orange hue. holding out your hand for satoru to join you and the both of you stand up, hand in hand.

“run with me, satoru.” you said as you gripped his hand tightly.

he nodded with a soft smile, before replacing it with a smirk. “okay, but don’t blame me if you can’t keep up.” even with that cocky smirk, he looked so handsome that its unbelievable.

you playfully rolled your eyes before taking a deep breath, and you started to run, with satoru’s hand in yours. he was laughing at how your other free hand held onto your hat to refrain it from flying away. and you laughed with him too.

you looked back to see his big smile with his ocean eyes crinkled. they were beautiful- ethereal, you thought. you imagined even the moon could be jealoused by those eyes of his.

his smile widened and his laughter grew louder as he felt the flowers you put earlier flew away in the wind, his eyes following them as they gracefully danced in the air before falling to the ground. you could never get tired of that smile, no matter what he’s smiling about. his smile beams like the sun itself.

he momentarily stopped and gently pulled you closer to him before his hands made home at your waist, before effortlessly picking you and twirled you around in the air.

you never want this moment to end.

oh how in love you were- are, with gojo satoru.

-

the flowers surround your legs as you make yourself comfortable on the ground. you reach out to them, combing your fingers through each flower, each petal. you pick several and hold them in your palm, but this time, no soft white hair to decorate them with.

no one to lay his head in your lap,

no handsome face to block the sun from.

“i miss him,” you spoke as you blankly stare at the flowers in your hand.

droplets slowly stain the petals, turning them into a deeper shade.

a quiet sob involuntarily escaped your lips.

“i miss you, satoru.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Bell x Autistic!student!Reader - know your tells

Could we possibly get some mr bell comfort x autistic student whose gone nonverbal? X - Anon💜

Sitting on the edge of the field, you plucked some grass from the ground and took another, carefully tying the two blades of grass together.

You picked another, and began to do the same thing.

Mr Bell glanced at you, throwing the rugby ball back into play, he walked over and crouched down in front of you.

“Hey (Y/N), are you doing alright?” He asked.

You nodded your head, holding up the grass you were tying together.

He smiled a little bit.

“That looks good, what are you making it into?”

You said nothing.

Reaching out, you tapped the back of his hand, turning your palm up to the sky, then you tapped his hand again, doing the same thing.

Mr Bell sat down, and he turned his hand the way that you wanted him too.

You set the grass in hand, and began plucking more so you could create a new one.

Glancing at him, you noticed that he wasn’t doing anything other it, and you grumbled a little bit, throwing more grass at him.

“Hey, okay, there’s no need for that.” He said calmly.

You grabbed another handful of grass, and instead of throwing it at him, you placed it in his palm this time before going back to what you were doing.

Mr Bell, knowing what you wanted him to do began to copy you. Though he wasn’t nearly as good at tying the grass together as you were.

When you were done, you linked both ends, and he you put it on his head making him laugh a little.

“I think it’s supposed to be flowers, but thank you (Y/N).”

You glanced at him before turning away, making a small noise.

“You want to go back in?”

You tapped your hand on your shoulder, nodding your head a little bit.

“Come on then, let’s take you to get an early lunch yeah? Then you can go sit with me at reception until next lesson.”

He went to talk to the other teacher watching the group before jogging over to follow you into the building.

You made a few more noises, and made your way to the canteen.

Mr Bell knew what you wanted, you got the same thing every day, so while you wondered around the empty room he went to get your lunch for you.

He had been teaching you since you first started at the school, so he knew what your little noises meant, and what you wanted.

It made everything easier, because he understood someday you just couldn’t talk like you could others.

He wasn’t there to pressure you into communicating, that wasn’t his job.

His job was to support you, and if that meant following you while you did laps around the canteen to calm yourself down, then that’s what he would do

[dane-ffxiv]

Prompt #24: Free Day (Blur)

Dane plopped down in the field behind her aunt’s home. Even on her own, Akari’s efforts in maintaining her land seemed effortless. Windflowers of orange, red, and yellow sat below the brightest blue sky she’d seen in weeks, accompanied by a harmonious breeze. Maybe it was a sign. She leaned back, watching the clouds soar above her head. 

“...Lovely weather for a change, right? It rained nonstop until you arrived.” Her aunt stood next to Dane with a smile, plucking one of the flowers from its stem.

“It is.” She answered, watching her expectantly. She didn’t come out to comment on the weather. Might as well take the bait. “The sky reminds me of his eyes. My father’s.”

“Hmm.” Akari looked down at her with a smile, not expecting her to open up so quickly. “It does. And the sun reminds me of your mother’s. Her stares burned like it, too.” She chuckled, finally sitting down in the grass.

Dane smiled back– the only response she could manage– and looked at the ground before her. Two red bricks were partially buried in the earth together. A grave for each of her parents. It had been close to twenty summers.

“I miss them. My memories, they’re…” She trailed off, the smile beginning to fade. “...not really… vivid anymore. They’re becoming a blur. If not for your photos, I think... I would have forgotten them by now.” She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them. Akari wrapped an arm around her shoulder and sighed. She didn’t really know what to say.

A few long minutes passed, the occasional breeze reminding them of nature’s presence. That they weren’t alone.

“...That girl from Thavnair. The one you exchanged letters with.” Dane turned to look at her, curious at the change of subject. “You… saved that child, and her mother, from despair.”

“If there are days, like today, when the pain of missing them hurts a little more, think of her. She has a future and a family’s loving embrace… because of you. Fate was unkind to you, but you channeled that energy differently. You proved, time and time again, that people are worth saving. That they deserve to always have someone by their side.” Akari placed the flower above Dane’s horn and stood up to leave.

“...Over time, you might forget their faces. But you’ll always remember how they made you feel. And all the lives you’ve touched– they’ll remember, too.”

[icaruseater]

Into the Wild West

I could say I drove out west for a few reasons. Maybe I went to fully envelop myself in the atmosphere of the story I wrote last semester in creative writing class. My professor told me I should try to get it published, but I haven't even looked at the most recent draft in months. Or maybe I drove out west to propagate. I haphazardly plucked the petals and dusty polleny seeds just that morning from the wilting tulips at my bedside table (even now, the left side of my bed reeks of dead flowers). I shoved the contents in the only pocket of my tote bag so I could throw them into some field and maybe see flowers one day. Or I could say that I went out west to finally have a cigarette in peace. All of these are at least partially true. But really, as corny as it is, I drove aimlessly out west to feel something.

I wanted to go to Marfa, a small desert town about 6 hours away, because it's where part of my story takes place. Unfortunately for me, it’s also a travel destination for hippy-dippy types over spring break, so basically every hotel in town was booked out the wazoo. I ditched Marfa for Comfort, a town that is closer to me but still out west. However, when my phone let me know that I had reached Comfort, I zipped right past the exit as every other car got off. I've only been driving for an hour and a half, I thought. I decided to let the open road guide me.

I did not yet know that it would be the last exit I saw for another 20 minutes. A pang of dread hit me, plus I nedeed to pee, but then i turned the corner and was met with a gorgeous view.

The west was not dry at all. In fact, it had the most green I’d seen since Hawaii. Massive open pastures, beautiful cows and horses lazily grazing. The sky was perfect. Whenever the sky is blue and spotless, it sounds silly but I get scared. It really makes me feel like I'm living on a movie set, like everything is fake and even the sky is a precisely ironed sheet layered carefully and deliberately by the production designer on set. This sky had the right blend of fluffy clouds and streaks of sunlight to feel real. I rolled down the window, but was immediately wacked with abrasive wind and quickly rolled it back up.

Just then, I passed a sign that read “FALLEN ROCKS“, which I incorrectly read as “FALLING ROCKS”. The highway grew narrower. Suddenly, I was surrounded on both sides by massive rock formations. They towered over me, and I anxiously glanced to my right and left the whole way through, somewhat anticipating a torrential downpour of massive boulders that would crush me.

The city I ended up in was Kerville. I got off hoping to find a restroom somewhere. I felt an intense urge to go to the Lowes because I had noticed it from the highway and it had seemed exceptionally large from there. When I finally found it and parked my car, I realized that was likely because it was on a hill, towering above the churches, elementary school, and an outlet mall.

By then, the sky had become completely gray. The weather really wasn’t nice at all. The large gusts of wind that felt like kisses and cradling under a hot sun suddenly became the gray cloud’s henchmen, assisting in the misery.

I walked into the Lowes. I looked around for a restroom, savored the smell of fresh cut wood, pretended to be interested in the light fixtures, and genuinely considered buying an aloe vera plant. I got out, having not found a restroom, now trying to see if the parking lot would be a decent place to smoke. It was not, I determined. Too many people walking around, loading things in their cars, and the weather was actually getting pretty nippy. I plopped back in my car, shit outta luck.

That’s when I saw it: the giant cross. I had seen multiple big wooden crosses on the drive up, but none quite as eye-catching as this. It sat at the very top of an even taller hill east of the Lowes. It looked so far off, but my phone told me it was a 5 minute journey. I made my way.

The drive up was steep and a little terrifying. After sloppily parking my car in the tight diagonal space, I still had to walk further up.

The view was gorgeous. Not of the cross, but of the town below. Suddenly, even the Lowes looked like a tiny store in a dollhouse. Again, so much green. The breeze was even stronger up here, so I stuffed my hands into the sleeves of my sweater as I looked around.

One thing that caught my eye was a statue that looked pretty suggestive from where I was standing (it's actually Jesus washing a saint's feet, which is debatably still suggestive). Behind it was another great view of the whole town (I imagine this is how God sees the world).

There were quite a few other people there, actually- plenty of families. The interactive part is when you get a “prayer rock”: a white rock in which you're supposed to write a message and then place it near the cross. It feels important to mention that they had to be white rocks, with several signs around the premises sternly instructing guests to not use brown rocks. Any brown rock would be removed.

I thought about what I should write on my prayer rock. Something clever, quippy, different, I told myself. The only thing I could come up with was “God is Dog”. In the end it didn't even matter because, while the rocks were provided, sharpies were not due to “COVID safety reasons”. My theory: they were getting stolen out the wazoo. I walked all the way to the back of the cross by the porta potties. The whole place was rocky and hilly, so when I inevitably stepped on an unsteady rock and fell down a small side of the hill, I yelped “Jesus Christ!”. I gasped and, before I could even process my fall, anxiously looked around to see if anyone had heard. Nope. There wasn’t even anyone in the general area. I'd fallen next to a big cart full of white rocks. I still wasn’t quite sure what made a rock a “prayer rock”, and why the brown ones couldn’t be. The idea hadn’t occurred to me at the time, but even now as it is almost midnight and all this happened several hours ago, I wish I’d stolen one.

Anyway, I thought I was just about done when I found a “secret passage” under the parking lot. It led to a very woodsy area. It had another great view of the town beyond the trees, and I passively thought of how it could be an ideal location for me to get murdered if it weren’t for God standing right over there. Would it be sacrilege to smoke here? I thought, searching for the pack of cigarettes in my tote. Instead, my eyes landed on the tulip petals and seeds I'd snatched earlier. Oh yeah, propagating. I wasn’t sure if it would work there. The patch of land in front of me was particularly dry, especially considering the greenery basically everywhere else, but I didn't feel like going further into the woods. I tossed the petals and seeds onto the rocky ground, figuring the wind would carry them where they could grow. We learned about propagating in 3rd grade science class, I'm pretty sure that's how that works.

I looked at my phone: 12:59. In one minute, I'll have been in Kerrville for exactly one hour. I put my phone down and closed my eyes.

The sound of kids laughing up by the cross. The distant faint chirp of birds in the sky. The gusts of wind causing my curly hair to whip across my face. The soft crunch of my own footsteps. I opened my eyes as I walked out of the passage and back up to the parking lot.

I was about to get in my car when I realized that the parking lot was right on the precipice of a dangerous, massive ledge. There was a wall made of stone to protect the people and cars, but it only went up to my hip. I sat on it and let my feet dangle over the edge. I still wasn’t over the perfect view of the town. I fought the hard wind as it stung my face, which by then I’d learned to tolerate. I realize now that it was actually protecting me, pushing me back to safety. I thought about jumping, then flying. Mostly, though, I thought about nothing.

On the drive back, the highway was completely clear of other cars. Surrounded by nothing but greenery and the gray sky, I sped up and turned the music up high (I ended up going a little over 100 mph). It must have been going on for multiple songs, but the one I remember playing is New Flesh by Current Joys. I saw the fallen rocks sign again, reading it correctly this time, to which I exclaimed to myself “OH! FALLEN ROCKS, NOT FALLING ROCKS!” I laughed loudly and took up both lanes because I could and rolled the window all the way down, embracing that chilly abrasive wind, and screamed in pure joy as I maneuvered between the narrow rocks, sailed down a series of tall hills, and practically flew by the pastures.

I stopped by my favorite burger joint on the way back, where I finally got to use the restroom. I ordered it to-go, stuffing the fries in my face as I traveled familiar roads back home. By the time I arrived, I had eaten all the fries. I didn't mind, of course. I popped open a beer and drank it with my burger- a double with cheese, bacon, and jalapenos. I felt like I was gorging myself- taking a guzzle of the black and tan beer like it was the last drink on earth and biting into the burger like it was the finest dining a girl could ask for- but I enjoyed every second of it. Even though I was already feeling slightly woozy, I topped off the bottle after finishing my burger. Being tipsy or drunk makes me feel more tired than anything, but I was able to make it to the shower before practically throwing myself on my bed. It felt like heaven. Maybe next time I'm in the wild west, if I remember to bring a sharpie, I'll write “God is in my bed”.

[acluelessstar]

(sorry this is very long slkdfjdlksfj)

Ok so this is my attempt of looking up various stars and constellations that I think are cool and then going in and looking at the meanings, drawing personal connections, and generally taking the name thing in a very symbolic route lmao. I know these are all very wonky because I have a thing for wonky names sldkfjksdlfj. The first looked pleasing to me spelling-wise and the way I'm pronouncing it in my head also sounds nice, so playing around with the pronunciation of it could be fun! Obviously these aren't a guess to your actual name-- these are very out there-- but more of stuff that I think match to what your personality looks like to me

Circinus: a compass (used in drawing circles, not the directional kind). It's main star is Circini. I feel like this is very pretty sounding, but compasses also kind of fit in a certain perception of you, I think? Whenever I think of you, I think of someone who is (or tries to be) very organized. You put in a lot of effort into your art, and it really shows! Your colors and shading are always so nice and can be very dramatic in such a pleasing way. I feel like the compass kind of leans into that perfectionism that you incorporate into your works; even though they don't have the super smooth brushwork and lining, it's still executed in a way that looks fantastic. Cirenia, along with the actual name Circinus or Circini, could work nicely as a name. Circinus is pronounced sir-sin-us, but I was pronouncing it as sir-sin-ee-us

Phoenix: the really cool fire bird. Ankaa is its brightest star, and several stars in the constellation are named Phoenicis. I love this bird and the stories it was born from. It's rooted in so many different cultures, from Persian to Greek to Indian-- it's really interesting how this was passed from place to place. There's a lot of different elements to this. I know fire seems like a very odd element, since from out interactions I've only ever seen a very calm side of you, and typically fire is portrayed as very violent. There's also a really important sense of harmony in it (and the phoenix), as not only can it be violent but it's also very nurturing in a lot of cases. I think you remind me of a campfire; you are incredibly passionate about your work-- I can see that in your drawings and the way you dedicate yourself to your schoolwork, music, and art-- and you're also very warm. Despite "Star" being in the very cold and empty vacuum of space, your personality radiates this amazing warmth which I adore seeing from you and your interactions with other people and myself. You're also incredibly revitalizing, which lends to the meaning behind the phoenix, and the impression that you leave in a lot of people's heads (or at least my own lmao) is there /pos. You are there and I think you won't be leaving for awhile, since when I think of people who I enjoy interacting with on here, you are definitely one of the first to pop up. There's a lot you could do with Phoenix as a name in my opinion lmao. Nyx, for example, is very short and very sweet, and is actually the Greek goddess of night (double meaning pog, I love this name). Anka or Anqa ("عَنْقَاء" in Arabic) is the name of the phoenix in Arabian mythology, which I think is very cool

I kind of want to get into Nyx a little bit more because I love the name. Nyx has always sounded really pretty to me, and it stems from Greek mythology. While she was rarely worshipped, a lot of artists and poets drew inspiration from her, which very much ties into your writing and art. Her close ties with creation also lend to that, as she is often thought to be placed near or at the creation of the universe in Greek mythology. Though associated with darkness, she isn't evil and not a lot was known about her.

I hope you are having a good day and hopefully this isn't too far out there lsdjfjlskdf. <3!!!

holy fuck. i want to curl up in a ball hugging this ask like a stuffed animal and stay like that forever

i might cry dad what the fuck /pos

i- legitimately, i am definitely going to come back to this ask at some point during a breakdown and just sob

all of these are such pretty suggestions, not to mention the descriptions which are actually making me melt; you've passed the squealing and happy stimming and uncontrollable smiling all the way to me being an actual. puddle.

[multiharlot]

dandelions // druig x eternal!reader

summary: based off of the song dandelions by ruth b

warnings: a bit of angst, feelings of unrequited love, also druig flirting with reader deserves a warning 

masterlist

you’ve always loved druig. and almost everyone knew it. 

almost. 

it killed you as you sat in the large grassy field, a group of small children running around you and giggling loudly, watching druig and makkari walking along the edge of the field. druig walked circles around her, makkari smiling brightly as he signed to her, my beautiful beautiful makkari. your heart dropped into your stomach and as the clear sky began to fill with clouds, you took a deep breath and finally tore your eyes from them, shifting your gaze to the small puffball flower next to you. you plucked it from the ground, looking at the delicate flower in your hand.

“it’s a dandelion.” 

you look up to see sersi standing next to you, smiling kindly at you. 

“i know what a dandelion is, sersi.” you smile. 

“well you were looking at it like you didn’t.” she jokes, taking a seat next to you. 

you just shrug and continue looking at the dandelion. 

“you’re gonna be okay, you know?” she says, placing her hand on your back. 

you just smile, turning back to the flower. closing your eyes, fingers clasping the stem. i wish you were mine. 

you take in a deep breath, blowing out and letting the dandelion seeds float off, the children chasing after them excitedly. 

“what was that?” sersi asks, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion. 

you simply shrug, placing the stem gently onto the ground next to you. 

“a wish.”

ever since then, you wished on every dandelion you came across. and the children would come to you, dandelions clutched in their hands and a long wishlist in their minds. you let out a soft chuckle, holding their hands in yours. 

“my sweets, you can make the wish instead, you know? wish for whatever you like!” you exclaim.

they gasped excitedly, blowing roughly at the dandelions, their seeds floating off everywhere. and a small girl approaches you, her toes nearly touching yours, and a dandelion extended out. you pick it up, thanking her softly before walking off as the children ran through the village roads. you walk back towards the domo, looking down at the dandelion that you were spinning between your fingers. 

“what’s that?”

you jump at the sudden voice popping up and you see druig smirking at your side, his shoulder touching yours. you take a moment to let the panic settle. 

“jeez dru, i know we’re immortal but we’re not invincible. go easy on me.” you smile. 

he just smiles softly and nods back down at the dandelion. 

“what is it?”

“you’re telling me you don’t know what a dandelion is?” you ask, quirking as eyebrow up at him. 

he rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder into yours. 

“i know what it is, but care to tell me why you’re looking at it like it’s a dying animal, my dear?”

you frown at the thought and druig just smirks. 

“you make a wish with it. and i was thinking about...what i wanted to wish for.” you shrug, and he furrows his eyebrows. 

“make a wish with it? since when?”

“since i did it last month...here. you make a wish.” you say, handing the dandelion over to the stoic man. 

“what do i wish for?” he asks, gently taking the stem from your fingers, his fingertips grazing yours for just a moment. 

you shrug, slowly pulling your hand back towards yourself.

“anything. maybe wish that makkari will finally go on a date with you.” you tease, your chest tightening as you force a smile out. 

his bright blue eyes meet yours, and for a moment you swear your heart stops. he smirks, and turns his head back forward and brings the dandelion to his lips. he blew on the dandelion and the seeds went almost directly into your face, and few landing on your lips. you spat out the seeds and druig bursts into a fit of laughter. 

“oh yeah, that’s so funny.” you pout, attempting to shake the seeds stuck on your hair.

“it’s very funny, my darling.” druid smiles, reaching forward and swiping his thumb gently underneath your eye.

he looks at the dandelion seed on his thumb and blows it away, looking back at you with his signature smirk on his face. you pause, looking into his eyes as your heart pounds against your chest, you can practically hear the blood rushing through your veins. you clear your throat and turn back around, continuing to walk. druig quickly matches your pace, following beside you, shoulder to shoulder once again.

“so…what did you wish for?” you ask, not daring to look over at the man beside you.

“i wished for you.” he shrugs, and you stop immediately.

druig stops once he realizes you’ve stopped walking and turns to face you.

“you wished for…me?”

“you.” he smirks.

“wh-what does that even- what?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as druig smiles.

druig smiles softly, taking a step closer to you and placing his hand on your jaw, stroking your cheek softly with his thumb.

“makkari was not the one i wanted to finally go on a date with me.”

you’re 100% sure that you feel your heart falling into your stomach, your palms becoming slightly sweaty and the wind began to pick up around you. druig looks around and smirks.

“feeling a bit nervous, darling?”

you just blink, staring at the man in front of you, not even bothering to attempt to gain control of your emotions.

“you…you want to go on a date with me?” you stutter out, your wide eyes looking into his.

“many dates, my darling y/n” he smiles.

the wind flurries around you and he lets out a soft chuckle.

“you always were easy to read.”

you pout, and the wind stops.

“if i was so easy to read then why’d it take you so long to ask me out, huh?”

“just wanted to see how long it’d take you to fess up.” he shrugs, and your jaw drops at his audacity.

“you can go ahead and go on that date by yourself because i won’t be going.” you pout, walking past him with your arms crossed.

druig runs up behind you, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“you don’t mean that now do you, my angel?”

“angels don’t even exist, sprite made that up.”

“well, if they did, you’d definitely be one of them.” he whispers, placing his hands gently on your hips.

you feel the chills running down your spine and the wind begins to pick up again.

“ahh there it is.” he mumbles, his hands tracing your hips as he bring his arms around you, holding you in a tight grasp.

you release your arms from their crossed position across your chest and place them over his. your fingers tracing his forearms lightly.

“so…about that date.” he whispers into your ear.

“i guess i could make sure that there’s nice weather tonight.” you shrug, a smile gracing your lips.

“that sounds perfect, darling.”

[malfoysstilinski]

flower crowns | draco malfoy

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: it’s the first sunny day of the year and you want to spend it outside with draco. he wants to make you a flower crown.

a/n: shout out to everybody else in the uk rn that’s had to deal with this shitty weather since september and is now in a third lockdown :))) these are the vibes we all need rn i think

It felt as though it hadn’t been sunny in years. You were used to the bleak weather that Britain provided nearly all year round, but it didn’t stop you from jumping out of your bed as soon as you saw nothing but sunshine peeking through the high windows of your dorm room.

“It’s sunny!” You gasped, “Oh, Merlin— Hannah, please tell me it’s as warm as it looks outside!”

Hannah Abbott glanced up from her book where she’d risen early. “I think so. It’s been getting warmer all week.”

You squealed, your roommates exchanging glances with each other as you rushed into the bathroom to get ready for your Saturday off from classes. You did have homework that needed to be done, but it could wait. You were not wasting the first nice day cooped up in the castle.

After showering and changing into one of your favourite summer dresses, you bounded back into the dormitory room and found your friends all slowly starting to get ready for the day.

“Anyone fancy going down to the Black Lake?” Susan Bones asked, “I heard a bunch of the Gryffindors are going down if the weather turned out nice today and Ernie mentioned joining them.”

A chorus of excited replies came from everybody else, but you smiled politely.

“I’ll have to ask Draco what he wants to do. He doesn’t really get along much with some of the Gryffindors,” you said, applying some makeup and then slipping on your shoes.

Hannah huffed. “Fine. I don’t know what you see in him, Y/N. You’re way too soft for someone like Draco Malfoy.”

Raising your eyebrows, you smiled. “There are many sides to Draco you’ve never met. I can assure you that there are billions of reasons why I’m with him.”

None of the girls said anything as you bid them a farewell before pulling open the door to your dorm. Wandering through the bright common room, which seemed to thrive with the sunshine pouring through it, you waved and greeted some of your peers, the smell of sunscreen filling your nose and making you excited.

You bounded through the corridors of the castle, saying ‘hi’ to Ron, Harry, and Hermione as you passed them. They seemed slightly taken aback by the bounce in your step, Hermione hitting Ron before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

You made it down into the dungeons, finding the bare wall you’d come used to staring at. Whilst a huge majority of the school would never be able to catch a glimpse of the Slytherin common room, as the girlfriend of Draco Malfoy, you’d been given the password and was updated of the change fortnightly.

Whispering the new one, you were thrilled when it opened to reveal the green and silver room. It was much darker and drearier than the Hufflepuff common room, perfect for when you were in a cozy mood, but today wasn’t one of those days.

“Hey, Y/N,” Blaise greeted you as he looked up from the leather couch. “Draco’s in the dorm room.”

“Thanks, Blaise!” You replied, waving to Pansy and Theo as you walked by them, making your way to the fifth year boys’ dorm.

You knocked once before you entered, finding it empty. You frowned as the door closed softly behind you, but your ears pricked upon hearing the steady rushing of water coming from the attached bathroom.

You settled down onto Draco’s bed, eager for him to hurry up in the shower so you didn’t have to waste anymore time inside. Who knew how long the good weather was going to last for? British spring was unpredictable— tomorrow it could go back to jumper weather and stay like that for weeks, with nothing to do but watch the rain drip drip drip.

Water dripped from Draco’s broad shoulders as he finally left the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his torso. He looked gorgeous— in platinum hair soaked and pale skin slightly flushed from the temperature of the water. His face lit up when he saw you on his bed.

“Let me guess,” Draco hummed, “You want to spend the day outside?”

“Please?” You sent him the same very pout that always allowed you to get your way with him.

Outsiders often believed that Draco was as cold as ice and as hard as steel, that, even for you, he would never be soft. However, it seemed like only you, him, and his friends knew the truth-- all you had to do was breathe and Draco was putty in your hands. You could probably ask him to jump off of the Astronomy Tower and he’d just ask if you wanted him to do a run-up or not. 

He tried to keep up his tough exterior around you at first, but with every laugh that escaped your lips, every excited gasp you gave when you learned something new, Draco felt his walls crumbling and he had to admit that he was hopelessly in love with you. Soft Draco was your favourite Draco, and it was the one he had reserved for you and you only. 

When people teased you, whether it be for your naive nature or because they were taking your kindness for granted, Draco was always the first to defend you. He’d ended up in countless detentions for hexing multiple other students who even looked at you wrong. You were his sunshine and he swore to preserve you and keep you safe from any harm. Even if he was your opposite.

“Fine,” he sighed as if it was a chore, but the corner of his lips twitched up at the idea of spending the entire day whilst you were out in your favourite weather.

“Hurry up and get dressed then,” you said, bending down to reach into his trunk and chucking him some clothes.

Draco caught them, sending you a look. “You sure? We could just stay here all day, I could just wear this...”

He watched you blush and shake your head. “Another time. Right now, it’s sunny-- so we have to go outside.”

Draco didn’t bother delaying you anymore. He knew you’d been hoping for good weather for a long time now. It felt like you hadn’t seen sunshine since the very start of September, and now it was early April. The cold, dark evenings always got you down a little unless you were wrapped up warm in the arms of Draco.

Within a few minutes, he’d dried off and chucked on the clothes that you’d thrown at him, slipping his shoes whilst you practically bounced up and down on your heels by the door. As soon as he was done, you grasped his hand and tugged him away. 

“Can we pick somewhere with a bit of shade?” Draco asked once you’d made it out onto the fields, finding multiple other students who had the same idea as you two. “I don’t want to burn.”

A group of first year Gryffindors ran by, nearly knocking Draco over. He let go of your hand and went tug out his wand, his nose scrunched up in disgust, when you grabbed his wrist.

“Draco!” You scolded him, “You don’t need to hex the eleven-year-olds for nearly knocking you over.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “They should watch where they’re going. I would have only done a tripping hex, anyway.”

Shaking your head at your boyfriend, you felt his slender fingers intertwine with yours once again and he led the way this time. It felt surreal to be outside without having to stuff your hands in your pockets or complaining about rain water seeping through the small hole in the sole of your school shoes.

“Here.” Draco stopped beneath a tree and settled down, his back against the trunk. 

“I’m going to sit in the sun,” you said, moving a few feet away so you were no longer under the shade.

Draco knew you wanted to make the most of it on your skin. He saw it glow on your shoulders, light up your hair and relax your mind as you lay down on the grass, nose pointing towards the sky. He smiled, simply watching you from the shade. 

He grabbed the book he’d managed to pick up before you’d forced him out of his dorm room, burying his face in it for a few moments as you sighed happily, sunbathing nearby. He’d glance up every now and then and become distracted by your beauty, his brain having to force his eyes back down to the pages in front of him. 

Eventually, he gave up, settling the novel beside his legs and moving over. He found you lying on your stomach, plucking daisies out of the grass and arranging them into a pile next to you. 

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, lying beside you, facing the sky. 

“You’ll burn,” you protested, “You wanted to be underneath the shade, Draco--”

“I don’t care,” he murmured, “Just let me be next to you for a bit, yeah?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head a little as you blushed. Draco turned his head to continue watching what you were doing. He saw that once you had a pile of maybe twenty or so daisies, you began to pick them up one by one before piercing a hole through the long stems with your thumbnail. 

He watched with furrowed brows, studying the way your hands delicately began to thread each daisy through another, tying a knot on the end so they couldn’t slip back through. He realised you were making a daisy chain, and quite a large one at that. Eventually, you closed it off and tied it back around to the first daisy. 

“What is it?” He stared at the circle of plants.

“A daisy crown,” you chirped, moving across and straddling him, his hands moving to your hips as you placed it on top of his head. “For my Prince of Slytherin.”

Draco grinned, reaching up to adjust it on his head. “How does it look?”

You beamed as you peered down at him. “You look like a dashingly handsome young prince.”

You leaned down and kissed his nose, watching his own cheeks blush a little. He managed to sit up, your body moving back a little so you were sat in his lap with your legs around his waist, one hand on you to adjust you and the other to keep his daisy chain on his head. 

You decided your words were nothing but the truth. He looked adorable with the white and yellow daisies in his platinum hair, which was fluffy from the shower he’d just had. He looked like the epitome of soft, his silver eyes melting as he stared at you in a mixture of complete adoration and love. 

His hands circled your waist and he managed to pull you even closer. Your sunscreen filled his nose, as well as the shampoo you wore, the sun beating down on the two of you as he moved to meet your lips in the middle. He hummed against you, enjoying the taste of your lip balm and the way you felt against him. 

One hand reached to stroke your cheek, the slightly calloused pad of his thumb brushing at your jaw. His lips worked against yours softly in an attempt to pour every inch of love and appreciation into you, his touch feeling like fire on your warming skin. You wished you could stay like this forever; just you, Draco, and the sun in the sky.

“If I’m the prince, I want to crown you my princess,” Draco murmured against your lips when he pulled away. 

“Do you know how to make a crown?” You asked.

“I can try,” Draco offered, “I watched you.”

Smiling, you climbed off of his lap and watched as he turned to look at the grass. He plucked a few more from the ground until he estimated that he had enough. Draco’s face scrunched up for a second. The boy was clearly deep in thought. 

“You pierce the stems next,” you whispered in his ear.

“I know, I know,” he played it off, grabbing one.

He inspected it for a few moments before trying to stab a hole through it with his thumbnail like you did. He groaned when it ripped all the way through, leaving him with half a stem. Draco tried again three more times before throwing his latest destroyed daisy to the grass in a fit. 

“I can’t make the holes!” Draco complained. 

“I’ll pierce them for you,” you suggested gently, “You pass them to me, and I’ll make the holes. Then you can tie them up as you go along.”

Draco didn’t reply but handed you your first daisy, watching intently as you made a hole with your nail and passed it to him. He grabbed another daisy and handed it to you and you did the same thing, and then he looped it through. 

“Good, now you need to tie it up,” you reminded him. 

Tongue poking out slightly, Draco did as you had said, creating a knot in the stem of the daisy. He grinned when it worked, his pearly whites on display as he practically threw it in your face.

“Look!” 

“Good-- you have one chain. Here’s your next daisy,” you beamed, passing him another with a hole in it.

Draco took longer than you had, his eyes focused and his nose scrunched in concentration as he created you your very own daisy crown to match his. When he was done, he sighed in relief but, overall, looked quite pleased with himself.

“Here you are, my love,” he murmured, placing it on top of your head. 

His fingers adjusted it and moved some of your hair out of the way so it sat perfectly. Draco moved backwards a little and smiled at the sight.

“How do I look?” You teased.

“Like the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid eyes on,” Draco promised breathlessly, kissing you hard on the lips again. 

You kissed him back. Maybe your roommates would never understand because they never saw this side of him, but this was one of the million reasons you loved Draco Malfoy.

[nanaaw]

“i’m sorry” (kazuha x reader)

warnings: angst, unrequited love character: kazuha (mr kazooooooman come home)

you walked solemnly in inazuma city. the faint noises of the citizens paired with the river flowing sounded in your ears. the more you walked, the closer you got the place you wanted to go to. 

*sigh*

you glance at the familiar view. a beautiful large tree towering over a rock, looking out into the inazuman mountains. the orange tree, blooming with autumn leaves as the cool air blew in your hair. 

a familiar boy caught your attention. your best friend. your first love. he stood on the one and only rock amongst the sunset. playing a familiar tune with his leaf, something that even if you tried hard to, you still couldn’t understand. 

his white hair glistened in the pinkish sky. you remembered why you loved him.

his personality, his interests, his smile, his determination and his caring nature towards the world. 

“hey, kazu” you softly said. he turned towards you and gestured for you to come nearer. 

a comfortable silence laid among you two as you sat on the rock, recalling all the memories that you shared. 

“hey kazu, remember that time we snuck out of my house to play in the river? we were like what? 5?” you reminisced, smiling. he smiled, nodding. “yeah, we did that when we were 13 too.” 

“i remember how you were really quiet back then. i mean, you’re still quiet now. but you were more reserved back then!” you rambled. “oh! remember that time we played hide and seek in the forest? i cut my leg on a tree when i got lost and started crying. you came to help me!” 

he hummed, letting you continue.

“and when we wanted to kidnap a cat because we thought it was sooo cute. it looked just like you kazu!” you giggled. 

“we also hung off this very tree! i remember you calmly sat on the branch while i was struggling. and then tomo-” you cut yourself off. kazuha flinched beside you slightly. “y/n...”

guilt washed over you. “i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to-” you panicked. he shook his head. “it’s fine.” he curtly replied. you felt bad. 

standing up, you walked over to a nearby flower field and started plucking them. kazuha watched you curiously. after a few minutes, you turned around with a messy but still decent flower crown made out of lavenders. 

you ran up to him and plopped it on his head. “haha, you look pretty wearing that!” you laughed. he smiled, patting your head. “you’re so childish.” he teased. you felt heat rush up to your cheeks as his hand touched your head. flushing, you turned away.

“ah! i-i’m not childish!” he looked confused. “why are you so red?” he asked. you turned back at him, hoping the redness went down a bit. “ah, just a little cold... eheh..” he paused before getting something from a bag he brought. pulling out a red scarf he walked over to you before wrapping it around your neck.

“here, stay warm okay? i don’t want you getting sick, y/n.” he said before sitting on the rock again. the blush arose to your cheeks once more. why does he have to say such sweet words?

you sat by him. with thoughts flooding your head, you hesitantly laid your head on his shoulder. you used to do this a lot before you realised you liked him, but now it only flusters you.

no reaction came from him though, which let you relax. soon enough, you fell asleep. he smiled as he heard your breathing even out. carrying you, he brought you to your home. 

“what an idiot.” he whispered, smiling.

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the next day, you decided you were going to confess. walking to the flowers shop, you bought some qingxin flowers that were imported from liyue. you picked out a pretty dress with leaf designs to hopefully give you luck. 

anxiety kicked in as you strolled to the place you asked him to meet up with you. you had gotten multiple compliments from the townspeople and you thanked them. you had been gifted the dress by your friend yoimiya and you were so thankful to her.

you met up at the maple tree again. kazuha stood there and turned when he saw you. “hey y/n.” he said before you both sat down on the tree branches. 

“so.. what did you want to talk to me about?” he questioned. 

“um well...” you started. “theres this person that i like. or.. probably love. but i’m not sure if he likes me back.” kazuha looked at you in surprise. “really? why haven’t you told me about this before?” 

“what do you think i should do?” he thought for a while. “well, you should just be honest with your feelings. i don’t know who he is but you’re a good person so he should be lucky.” 

you nodded.

a moment went by before you got enough courage to say it. “kazuha...”

he looked at you. you would always call him kazu so hearing his actual name confused him. 

“we’ve been friends since we were 3 and only got closer by time. i recall all the memories we shared vividly and i treasure it. the three of us, we were the tightest ever. i know i’m not good with flowery words like you, and i can’t be poetic at all. but...” 

...

“kaedehara kazuha, i like you.”

a silence fell between you two. you were of course hopeful but tried to prepare yourself for any answer. the silence was deafening before he finally sighed. “i...” 

“i’m sorry.”

your chest tightened. 

“i can’t return your feelings, y/n.” 

you smiled. “it’s okay, kazu. as long as we can stay friends then i’ll be happy.” you said. “hopefully, next year we’ll be able to travel the world. i want to go to mondstat, i heard there’s lots of freedom there!” 

he nodded. 

yes, it hurt. it hurt a lot. but you hadn’t expected that much. all you knew is that even if he didn’t like you back, as long as you’re together, you’ll be happy.

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a week later, you hadn’t really heard from kazuha, which confused you. ‘did i make him angry? maybe it was awkward after i confessed.’ you thought. shaking it off, you approached your friend’s home. 

“yoimiya!” you smiled and waved. she turned and ran up to you. “y/n! hey! what’s up? do you want to have lunch or something?” she bombarded you with questions. 

“no, i was just wondering if you had any firecrackers?” you asked. her eyes gleamed. “of course, here.” she gave you some for free. “oh um, by the way, have you seen kazuha?” you asked.

she looked confused. “oh? kaedehara-kun? didn’t he escape to liyue a few days ago with the pirate people? i thought he told you.” 

you heart dropped.

“ah yeah he told me! i just forgot haha. well i’ll be off now yoimiya! thanks for the firecrackers.”

you ran towards his home and it was true. he left.

he left without telling you.

you walked over to the place that you would always meet up. sitting on the familair rock, you found loneliness in that once nostalgic place. tears welled up in your eyes as you watched the ocean.

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a/n: um hello! do y’all want a short part two or smth? if you do you could suggest some ideas and i’ll be happy to do them :D

[twiceasfrustrating]

Out in the Countryside

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Lucifer/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Main Character/Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Leviathan/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Main Character/Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Asmodeus/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Beelzebub/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Belphegor/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: Poly!MC, Picnic, fluff, hand-holding, implied drinking, Beel carries you, kissing these idiots being dumb but lovable

Summary: Sometimes you just wanted to have a nice day out with all of your boyfriends. You had the brilliant idea to go out for a picnic and enjoy some time away from the usual busy life you all lived. The brothers decided to indulge your wish, so into the equivalent of the Devildom countryside you go.

There was a lot of walking involved with picnics. You had never realized before how much walking really went into getting away from civilization. Not even a city, just some form of civilization. Then again, you had never seen the countryside in the Devildom before, so it wasn't fair to expect yourself to know that information beforehand. Well, maybe you should have, considering the human realm wasn't that different.

You had been left in charge of carrying the blanket, even after insisting you could carry something else. The brothers refused to let you, sitting that the baskets (yes, multiple) were heavy because they had to bring enough for eight people (one of which was Beel and his bottomless stomach) and one was full of dishes. They were objectively stronger than you, so there was no reason to have you exercise your limited human strength. The only brother not in charge of carrying a basket was Belphegor, who they worried would fall asleep on the spot if he had to use too much energy. Even Beel was allowed a basket of food in addition to the one for dishes (granted, it was one that had specifically been made so that he could eat it while walking because you all knew that was going to happen, but still).

The choice not to burden Belphie quickly proved to be a smart one, because he was soon yawning as he walked and you worried he would start literally sleeping walking.

You held the blanket against you in much the same way he did his pillow and went up to him, "Are you going to be okay?"

"Jus' tired..." His words slurred together, showing just how true that statement was.

"Yeah, this walk is pretty exhausting." At least one person agreed with you. Everyone else seemed to be doing just fine. It almost made you angry because that meant they had been right about you carrying extra weight and how it would have been taxing on you. Stupid correct logic, "Hey? After we all eat, would you like to take a nap?"

The look he gave you told you that was a definite yes, but he clearly missed your intentions.

"I meant, would you like to take a nap with me? Maybe I can let you use my lap as a pillow?" You knew how much he enjoyed doing that, and you did too.

His eyes turned to you and a little "Mhm" left him. He could never turn down a chance to take a nap with you.

Still, he looked tired enough that you worried about him, so you reached out your hand to hold his and make sure that he wouldn't wander away if he did start sleepwalking. He gladly entwined his fingers with your own as you both walked along.

You both stayed like that until Lucifer spoke up, "This is our destination."

Your attention shifted, looking out ahead of you rather than on making sure Belphie was still awake. All you could do was stare in awe. It is so powerful that you find yourself letting go of the youngest brother's hand and stepping forward to get a better look at what lies before you.

The Devildom countryside was nothing like what you expected. You weren't sure what it was you expected, but it wasn't flowers. Actual flowers! Not that you recognized whatever type of flora they were, but here they were. The scene of the meadow against the pale red sky was hauntingly beautiful and all you could think of was enacting the scene straight out of a movie where you frolicked in the field. You looked at the brothers with wide eyes, begging to be allowed to go enact your plan.

Lucifer nodded, "They're safe for humans." He held out his hand to take the blanket from you, which you gladly let him.

With a twinkle in your eyes, you ran away from them and toward the field of flowers, immediately feeling how the petals softly brushed against your exposed legs. Upon closer inspection, something about them reminded you of multicolored spider flowers dripping with morning dew and dandelions with exaggeratedly large puffs. As you danced through the meadow, the dandelion puffs broke free from their stems and floated off into the sky. You stared in wonder as they flew in the wind and were carried off somewhere far away. It was moments like these where it was the clearest that the human realm and the Devildom had many similarities you never had time to think about.

The brothers watched you from the place you had split off from them, seeing how you enjoyed your first exposure to wild Devildom flowers. Your blue sundress fluttered in the same wind that carried away the puffs, making you stand out against the brilliant sky behind you. Each of them found it hard to look away and help set up the picnic like they had planned. The contrast in color made you look like a painting.

Satan paused from helping lay down the blanket to watch the wonder unfold on your face. He looked over to his next youngest brother, "Asmo, you helped her pick the outfit for today, didn't you?"

"Only the parts you can see." But those parts were still divine, "She insisted the rest of it be a surprise."

"You did well." He added before going back to helping spread the blanket.

Everyone else nodded in agreement. It was a simple outfit, but it gave them all terrible ideas about what to do with you. How else was a demon supposed to react to seeing such an innocent-looking human other than wanting to corrupt them?

"Can someone set out the food?" Beel wanted to do it himself, but he knew he was likely to eat it before anyone else could enjoy it.

Belphegor looked at him in sympathy, feeling how hungry his twin was in his own stomach, "We need to finish setting up first." He wanted to sleep though. The walk over had been exhausting and it was hitting him the hardest, "You should go check on her." He suggested, since keeping Beel away from the food was the smartest option.

"Huh? Why does he get to be the one to check on her?" Mammon burst into the conversation, "I mean- Ya should leave that kinda stuff to yer big brother. No reason ya gotta go out of yer way."

"Lmao. You're dating her and you still act like a tsun." The third-born couldn't help but laugh at how much of a trope his brother was.

He placed his hands on his hips, "Shad'up. No one understands that otaku talk of yers anyway."

"Then why are you so offended?" Levi mocked, not missing the fact that his brother clearly understood the jab well enough to know it was insulting.

"Enough." Lucifer ended the conversation before their bickering could draw your attention, "Unless one of you wants to play guard between Beel and the food, I think letting him go is the best option."

They looked at each other, knowing neither of them wanted that particular responsibility. Levi turned back to his job dejectedly while Mammon grumbled a "whatever" under his breath.

Belphie gave Beel a sly smile, knowing exactly what he had done. The redhead gave him a grateful nod before looking out to where you were now sitting among the flowers and walking toward you. He found you stroking the petals of the flowers, trying to understand how they felt soft to the touch even though they grew in a harsh environment. He sat beside you, drawing your attention to him instead.

"Oh, Beel." You pulled away from the petals and leaned against his towering frame, "Am I taking too long?"

"No." His gaze drifted down to you, seeing how peaceful your face was looking out across the field, "They're almost done getting everything ready."

You balk at his words, "Done? I didn't even help."

"Well, you looked like you were having fun. None of us wanted to bother you."

"But I should still help." You felt bad that you had left them to do all the work when you were the one that suggested a picnic in the first place.

"No one minds." They loved watching you enjoy yourself so freely. It had quickly become something akin to a hobby to them.

"I mind." It made you feel lazy to not help them set everything up. This was a relationship, so you should contribute to it as much as they did.

He didn't really know how to comment on that without undermining your feelings. It was clear you were upset about being allowed to walk away without contributing anything. You probably shouldn't have assumed they would wait for you to come back to set up, this was their date too, after all.

He couldn't think of anything to say to you, especially with your face as sour as it was. Instead of trying to use words, he reached out for a flower and plucked it from the ground. With a smile in his eyes, he placed it behind your ear.

"Watching you is nice." He gently stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers as he lowered his hand again, "Seeing you happy is the best part of a date."

The heat that rose in your body and up your face felt like it would cook you alive. You buried yourself into his shirt to hide the giddy, embarrassed smile that you were now wearing, "You can't just say stuff like that."

"Why not? Did I say something wrong?" The worry in his voice was saddening.

"Never." You shake your head and sit up ever so slightly so you can place a peck against his cheek, "Do you think they're done?"

His hand moved to his stomach, realizing for the first time since he joined you just how hungry he really was, "I hope so."

"Well then," you raise to standing and brush the dirt and pollen from your dress, "Shall we go back now?"

Nodding once again, he shifts in his spot so he can stand up. However, as he gets to his knees, he stops and looks up at you. His arms open wide And you know exactly what he's thinking about. With a shy smirk, you fall into his arms, sitting awkwardly on his bicep and trying to balance yourself.

Beel places his other hand against your knees to keep you steady as he stands up and lifts you straight into the sky. You giggle widely as you raise higher and higher, seeing how more of the area unfolds before you with height. Now you can see how the sea of colors you were just sitting in weaves together and how far it seems to stretch out.

Your eyes widen in awe, "It's amazing..." You can't really explain how beautiful the meadow is. It's not like the ones in the human realm that look delicate and fair. No. This one looks dangerous, those dew stricken petals reaching out to link each flower to its neighbor.

"You like it?"

"I love it." You couldn't imagine seeing this in the human realm. The flowers were just too unique.

"Whaddya think yer doing over there?"

You both turn to look toward Mammon, who is yelling at you from where the picnic has been fully set up. Clearly, he isn't a fan of being left out from a single intimate moment.

"I think that's our cue." You tell him, looking down but holding on tightly.

"Uhn." He turns on his heels, carefully keeping you perched on his arm and listening to you laugh at the unusual way to travel.

As you near everyone else, you both get a few looks of confusion, some of jealousy, and one from Belphie that lets you know that whatever just happened was all according to his plans. Of course, it was. The youngest brother couldn't go a day without planning something. At least it wasn't nefarious this time.

"I'm glad you both decided to join us." Lucifer said, glance drifting from Beel you, "Do you need help getting down?"

You debate for a moment of you can get down by yourself. You figure Beel would set you down if you asked, but that's not as fun as having to make Lucifer reach up to you for once, "Please?"

Stepping forward, the eldest brother places his hands against your waist and slowly lifts you back to the ground. As your feet touch the dirt below, he notices the flower in your hair, placing a gloved hand under your chin and lifting your head so he can get a better look at it.

"Yes?" You ask, wondering what he could be thinking about.

"Nothing." He bends down at the waist and presses his lips against yours, his tongue quickly assaulting your own and making your head swim before pulling away, "You look beautiful."

The haze is short-lived as he pulls away and you can only admonish him, "Lucifer! This is a group date. None of that." Quick kisses and pecks were one thing, but trying to rile you up was off-limits.

The grin that crosses his face is fully aware of what he did, but uncaring because he got what he wanted, "Of course." Even if you complained, the goal was that he wouldn't be outdone by his younger brother in your eyes. Of course, some of the others saw through him, but the only opinion that mattered on the issue was yours.

Asmo took the opportunity to skip up to you from behind and wrap his arm around your own, "Sit next to me, Darling~" He tugged at you gently to try and lead you to a spot on the blanket.

Of course, he was the first one to actually ask you to sit with them. He had no compunctions over trying to get you to pick him first and foremost. He would respect your boundaries, but he still wanted you as much as everyone else.

"Gladly." You let him guide you to the blanket and sat down where he indicated. That still left your other side open though. You pay the spot next to you and looked up, "Levi? Will you join me?"

His orange eyes sparkled so much that it almost looked like he was going to cry. Why would you ever choose a disgusting otaku like him? That was probably what he was thinking. That was also exactly why you had to explicitly choose him. You loved him as much as the rest of his brothers, but he didn't seem to believe you. Every now and again, he needed a reminder that you had chosen him just as much as anyone else.

He gladly sat on your other side and the rest of the brothers fell into different places around the small banquet. Beel looked uncomfortable as he was forced to only look at the food in front of him. Belphie, ever the good brother, passed him an entire basket of food and told him to start with that while everyone else took the chance to grab from the pile in the middle. That basket lasted about as long as it took everyone to make their first plate.

"We brought wine if you would like." Satan held up the deep red, unopened bottle for you to see.

You looked at him skeptically, "Didn't we learn that I can't handle that stuff already?" That was kind of how this entire mess started in the first place. Not that you regretted it in the long run, even if it was a nightmare to deal with at the time.

He shook his head, "This is from the human realm. At least, I assume you have some tolerance for it." Although, none of the brothers would mind another incident like the one from that night. In retrospect, some of them found the memory endearing and were mildly curious how much further it could go now that you weren't confused about your feelings anymore.

But... this wine wouldn't do that to you, "Please pour a glass." It really was the ideal of a picnic date. Not that anything about this date was traditional, but it was definitely your ideal. There was nothing better than just getting to spend a day with your boyfriends and enjoying each of them. They really did find ways to spoil you and make you so very happy that this was your life now.

[teddy06writes]

Greek Myth Series: Hades And Persephone

Woo! Woo! It's finally here, the moment you've been waiting for, the kick off of the greek myth series!

We are starting out with Hades And Persephone because on the poll they beat out Psyche and Eros by like, 12 or 13 votes. So lets go:

Wilbur Soot x reader (slightly implied female)

Trigger warnings: yelling, some swearing

premise: if you know the story of Hades and Persephone then you know what it is. If not, well you'll see. This is me putting an mcyt twist on my take of the story.

Just a line up {subject to change from part to part of this series} :

Wilbur- Hades

Tommy- Thanatos

Dream- Zeus

Ranboo- Hermes

Hannah- Demeter

Tubbo- Askalaphos (the dude who tells Persephone to eat the pomegranate)

Sapnap- Apollo

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Long, long ago, when monsters and mortals still clashed over land, and when Gods still ruled the Earth, there lived a woman.

No, not just a woman, a goddess, one of the 12 major gods, housed in the Greek Pantheon.

Hannah, they called her, who hailed over crops and the growing season. Most would have known her as passive, but in one flick of her wrist you may find your fields dead, and her wrath growing.

Now, Hannah, had but one godly child, who presided over spring growth, called (y/n).

(y/n), though they loved to walk the earth, to see fields full of flowers, and orchards full of trees, longed for something more. As they grew, Hannah bound them more and more to the growing season, nearly forbidding them to have their freedom.

And, during those fleeting moments, where (y/n) was able to roam free, not giving their energy to blessing crops, they didn't know that someone had been watching.

Wilbur Soot, the king of the underworld, could sense their despair, and their suffering. Of the things he wished he could change, this was the one he could not.

At least, until one day.

It was one of the few days that (y/n) was able to escape what seemed to be a prison with their mother. They had picnicked, in a lovely valley, with a few of the friendlier Nymphs, Niki, George, Foolish and Puffy.

The sun was just starting to sink in the sky when (y/n) slipped away from their friends, wandering through the flower field.

They sighed, twirling the stem of a cut rose in their fingers, if only they could get away like this everyday.

It wasn't until they were a considerable distance from the Nymphs that Wilbur made his move. Chariot beginning to long trek to the surface.

(y/n) turned suddenly, as a crack formed in the ground, the chariot pulled by huge black stallions emerging.

"Who- who are you?" They asked cautiously, already backing away.

Wilbur stepped down from the chariot, "I am Wilbur Soot, king of the Underworld. I- love you, join me, to rule by my side."

(y/n) let out a nervous giggle, "Ummm..."

"I know that you've been longing to get away. If you come with me you won't have to be a slave to your mother's passions any longer."

They looked at him for a long moment, at his outstretched hand, and then back they way they had come. Could he really free them?

Wilbur couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut, worried for their response, only to feel a hand grip his own. Opening his eyes, he looked down at them, "Truly?"

They nodded, "We should go, before my mother catches word."

~~

The underworld, (y/n) quickly realized, was nothing like the world above. There was no sky, only a dark cavernous ceiling, and there seemed to be no blues, no yellows or greens, only the dark dismal blues, greys, and reds.

The first days that they had spent there, were spent exploring, the palace, the grounds, and anywhere else they were allowed.

Usually, Tommy, the young god of death accompanied them, having appointed himself as their personal tour guide.

It frightened them, to be so far away from the surface, so far from their mother, and so close to the dead.

Though, they did suppose that it was freedom, they couldn't trust this foreign place, minding to never eat anything, for fear of becoming stuck in that place, never allowed to visit the surface again.

On the seventh day of their stay in the underworld, (y/n) managed to shake Tommy long enough to wander into a set of gardens they had never seen before.

With a gasp, they realized that all of the fruits, all of the plants that though abundant on the surface never grew there, were all thriving in that garden. Rows and rows of apple trees, cherry trees, pear trees and- Pomegranate trees.

As soon as the gasp escaped their lips, a small form appeared from behind one of the trees, "Oh- hello there!"

"Hello- what is all this? If I'm allowed to ask." They edged forward into the garden.

"Oh- Lord Wilbur ordered all this to be planted, to make you feel at home. I'm Tubbo, the gardener."

They blinked, processing his words, "He did all this- for me?"

Tubbo nodded, already moving to put down his watering can, and beginning to pluck some of the pomegranates from the nearest tree, "He cares for you very much."

(y/n) continued to look around in amazement as they sat at the small table.

"You look famished," he commented, "Do you want any?"

"Oh no, I couldn't." They shook their head.

"Not even a few pomegranate seeds?"

~~

It was at the same time, that Hannah's quest to find her missing child, found her standing in the Olympian throne room, threatening to worsen the state she had put the world in.

While (y/n) had explored the underworld, the overworld had withered, Hannah's wrath once again coming to the surface.

Sapnap shifted in his throne, "Well, Hannah, I may have some information, on the where abouts of your kid."

She turned on him, "What did you see?"

"It was a bit ago, they were out wandering, big hole opened in the ground, and they got in one lord of the Dead's chariot." He shrugged.

Wilbur swallowed as Hannah whirled on him, and slowly he held up his hands, "In my defense they agreed to come with me."

"Did they?" Hannah questioned.

"They did. (y/n) wanted to get away from you!"

The throne room was thrown into chaos as various gods and goddess shouted their opinions on the matter.

"Silence!" Dream yelled, "Wilbur, is what you say true?"

He nodded, "Yes M'lord."

Dream frowned, "This is a predicament indeed."

~~ When Wilbur finally returned to the underworld, it was with Ranboo trailing behind, both trying to formulate a plan where (y/n) could truly get a say in what happened.

They found (y/n) in the garden, sitting with Tubbo, and laughing candidly.

"(y/n) Are you aware that your mother has been looking for you?" Ranboo asked.

They jumped up, hiding there hands behind their back, "Well, I had assumed so, yes."

"Are you aware of the trouble that this has been causing the mortals? Hannah has begun a decay, and thousands of them starve everyday." Ranboo reported, "I am to asses the situation here and report back to Dream. So, allow me to ask a few questions before we prepare to decide your fate, have you permanently installed yourself here?"

"Well not permanently, but some of my things are here." They answered.

"Mhhhm, and you haven't done anything to effect the lives of the dead? er- afterlives of the dead?"

"Smooth one boss man." Tubbo muttered.

"Gods no." They shook their head.

Ranboo nodded, "Okay, and last one, hove you eaten anything during your stay here?"

The ichor seemed to drain from (y/n)s face, "Well..."

"Well what? (y/n) this could decide whether or not you'll be forced to stay here or not!" WIlbur exclaimed.

Tubbo grabbed one of their hands, holding it out for the gods to see the pomegranate juice that still stained the flesh, "One third of a pomegranate."

"Oh dear."

~~ It was decided that (y/n) would be brought in front of the council of gods, to advocate where they would like to stay.

After long hours of arguing, it was decided, that because they had only eaten one third of the pomegranate, they would remain in the underworld for one third of the year, and for the rest they would stay above.

However, after Wilbur advocated for it, the Gods agreed that (y/n)'s time above could be spent however they chose, and not in the slavery of Hannah.

Perhaps it was then, that they fell.

For in time, (y/n) grew to love Wilbur, and they married, becoming the king and queen of the Underworld,

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Oasis

Something is compelling me to write. I feel as if I am a child and my mother has taken my hand in hers. She’s clasping a pencil in my fingers to show me how to write the letter “G.” But I cannot see my mother, or her hand. Strange…

A few seconds ago I was in my room, wearing nightclothes. I had just struck a match and lit a candle, hoping the lavender scent would relax me enough to sleep. 

I lay down in my bed. My eyes began their little dance routine. Shut. Open. Shut. Open. I flipped over on my side, gaze drifting to the open door and the hallway. Something about the shadows that night made the coat tree look as though it might reach out with one of its tendrils and eat me. So I flipped back over. In that position, I dozed off to the voices of the night. 

Always, my mind attaches faces to these voices: children, grandchildren, people from work, the kind older gentlemen next door. They flash, one, after the other, after the other; blurting out phrases and sometimes calling my name. Before I can focus on what they’re trying to say, I wake up, and I repeat the cycle again. Every night is the same. If the lack of sleep doesn’t kill me, the monotony will, I thought.

I was about to turn again when suddenly I was struck by light. The purest white you can imagine, coming from all around me. I couldn’t see my room anymore; the light had devoured it, burning my eyes, burning my body. It enveloped me, then invaded me. Burning and boiling my internal organs in their own liquids. I wanted to scream but the light weighed so heavily on the air that I could not. All rational thought was stolen, and I melted into the fabric of the universe. Breaking apart and exploding, weaving in and out. In and out; wrung like a dishrag, ripping shredding.

And then I was alright. I checked myself; my arms, my legs, my head — all perfectly fine. My eyes came to focus on the space above me. There were clouds, gently rolling across the sky like little sheep, made fat and healthy under the care of their shepherd — a welcome sight.

I sat up slowly, still not recovered from the initial shock of everything, and looked around. It was incredible. Plush, green fields spread out as far as the eye could see. Here and there, palm trees grew, looking like skyscrapers in the morning sun; sprawling out, reaching for the heavens. 

I looked to my right, and there were wildflowers. I don’t know how, but I knew for a certainty they’re called lupine. I plucked a stem and smelled it. I’ve smelled flowers before, but this was the most beautiful thing I’ve smelled in my life; intoxicating, even. Intoxicating like the sky, the grass, the sun, the breeze. Everything, oh, everything is just so wonderful! I’ve never felt so happy in my life! I love it here. I love this place so much, I want to cry. I feel loved. Whatever awful things that happened to me before were all worth it. I want to stay here forever.

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At the End of Your Rope (Jeff the Killer X F!Reader)

At the End of Your Rope

[Jeff the Killer X F!Reader]

[Warnings: heavy domestic abuse, violence, murder (not heavily described though), language]

[AN: This one's kinda heavy in some places. Take care of yourself first and foremost.]

It was rare that you had moments to yourself and even rarer when you found yourself enjoying those moments. Usually, you were tense, on edge, bitey and waiting to snap or invert back into yourself. That is what it does to you. It takes away, it destroys and it saps you of all your energy, your drive and your will.

No matter, that’s not what you’re supposed to be thinking about. You hum softly as you do the dishes, wondering how long this set of plates will last until he returns. You scrub hard at the bits still stuck to it, wondering how on earth he even managed to get this much filth plastered onto its surface - you made the meal, served it to him, you even took it back to the sink. Was he trying to key you off?

You took in a deep breath and scratched at its surface, only smiling softly when the piece finally dislodged from the blue floral design. You ran it under the sink, lukewarm water feeling alien against your skin as you continued to mindlessly rinse off the suds. As you began to stare off into space and by extension, the void, you found yourself remembering the times he used to bring you blue flowers at the beginning of every date.

A long time ago, when you were starry eyed about the world around you, he loved you deeply and truly. And it was the most strange of couplings, but they do say that opposites attract.

Last class of the day, what a relief. What wasn’t a relief was that it was chemistry. You’d never been particularly good at the subject, but you would often try your hardest and so far, throughout the year, had managed to coast by with a -B. It wasn’t perfect but it was good enough.

For the people around you who knew you better than that, they were more than surprised you hadn’t managed an A in the class just yet. You were the over achiever, the smart girl, the one who knew it all. But not in a cocky way, no, of course not. You were sweet, helpful and kind. That’s what spared you from how cruel teenagers can get - your aura was incredible and people would be absolutely dense to not like you. For the most part, you were quiet and only spoke to a few close friends.

Unfortunately for you, your last period chemistry class didn’t have any of your dear ones near. You sat in the middle of the classroom, attempting to take notes and kept your head down, honestly focused on the material when you heard laughter from the back of the classroom.

“Don't make me come back there,” your teacher said, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Do I need to split you up?”

“No, sorry Mrs. Haut,” a dark haired boy piped up.

Mrs. Haut rolled her eyes slightly before going back to writing on the chalkboard. She was talking about the electron configuration of atoms or something like that when the laughter picked back up again. Mrs. Haut sighed again before continuing writing. “One of you move up here by Miss Reader, another by Miss. Rhys, and another by Mr. Clarke.”

The three boys in the back verbally voice their distaste with their teacher’s decision but ultimately went along with it. You buried yourself in your notes even deeper when you realized just who it was sitting next to you. Usually, the person sitting next to you wouldn’t bother you, but the fact that this was by far the most disruptive person in the class had you a little flustered. You couldn’t afford skipping the notes or getting sidetracked especially with midterms coming up.

“You have a pen?” He asked quietly.

That made you pause. “Excuse me?”

“A pen..?” He repeated, albeit a little slowly, as to really get the point across.

You didn’t want to disrupt your teacher any further by the idle chit chat and quietly rummaged in your bag for a pen. Once your fingers grazed the object, you plopped it back onto the desk and got back to writing.

“Thanks,” he said.

Your eyes wandered from your notes over to him - and he smiled at you. Fighting back slight heat, you began scribbling down the notes with a nod as if to say ‘no problem.’

The lesson continued on for a little bit longer until you felt him gently poking your shoulder. You pried your eyes off of the board to give him the attention he so desperately craved. With an eyebrow raised, you asked him what was on his mind.

“What’s your name?” He asked softly.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks - how the hell did he miss your name? You were the only consistent question asker in this class! “... Reader,” you answered, eyes narrowed slightly at the fact he’d miss your name. Though, you do suppose what else could you expect from a class clown? “And what is your name?” You asked simply out of politeness.

His eyes widened in shock, and his face followed in suit. “You seriously don’t know?”

When you shook your head he gave a quiet, but exasperated groan and then flew into a tanger about who he was. The guy who set all those frogs loose last year, the same one who orchestrated turning all the furniture upside down, the guy who did donuts on the football field and the one who covered half the auditorium on elaborate post it notes art.

And unfortunately for you, none of those rang a bell. “I knew someone did it, but I didn’t know you were the one who did it.”

And that spirited yet another tangent from the boy sitting next to you. He went into painstaking detail about how he even got some of those things done, and you pretended to care, more so interested in the passion in his eyes than the actual content of the story. He was a surprisingly good storyteller! You hadn’t even realized the both of you had been chatting more than note taking when everything went dead silent. Much too silent.

“Miss Reader, I am more than disappointed in you,” Mrs. Haut said with another frown pulling on her red lips. “Both of you, detention.”

Your eyes widened in shock as she slapped down two pink slips on your shared table.

“Again?” The boy next to you asked incredulously, taking the note into his fingertips along with his bag in the other hand. “Mrs. H, this is like the second time this month!”

Mrs. Haut only shook her head and gestured towards the door, her shoe tapping impatiently on the ground.

“There’s only thirty more minutes left of class,” you said as you began to pack up your things. “I... “ Upon seeing your teacher’s tired expression,and not being one to directly challenge authority, you relented. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled before taking the slip into your grip and exiting her classroom. You took in a deep breath and trudged out of the classroom, wondering how you would explain to your parents your record had a spot on it when you exited the classroom and closed the door softly behind you.

“Do you know where the room is?” You posed your question to the resident class clown with a crestfallen expression.

“You’re actually planning on going?” He said it like it was a surprise.

“Uh, yeah? Where else would I be going?”

“I don’t know, but we can figure it out.” He smiled widely at you and plucked the pink slip from your hand.

“Wait what-? Give that back!” You cried out as quietly as you could to not disturb the other classes.

“C’mon, Princess, come and get it,” he teased. It didn’t sound like he had malice in his tone though.

You chased him through the hall attempting to get the slip back, narrowly avoiding the watchful gaze of hall monitors and the like when you found he had led you out to the parking lot. You didn’t have a car.

“Let’s go,” he beamed, scrunching up both of your pink slips in his hand before tossing them into the trash. “I wasn’t joking about figuring it out together.”

“I… But-”

“But nothing, Princess. Live a little.” He nodded for you to follow him, and you, feeling much too awkward to challenge someone, found yourself being led by him to his car. It wasn’t a fancy car, but it wasn’t near as run down as you expected it to be. It looked like he kept it relatively decent, and the scent was that of lemon. Whatever, live a little.

You slid into the passenger seat and put on your seatbelt as he became once again.

“Atta girl!” He chuckled as the car roared to life. He then flicked on the radio, turned up some music and the two of you left the school.

You can’t quite say you’ve ever had fun like that before. He took you to a diner, out bowling, you two snuck into a movie theatre then got smoothies before he dropped you off at home. And he was so sweet and kind throughout it all. He made you laugh, listened to you attentively, and over smoothies, he attempted to help you study a bit. It was moot, but it was nice that he even attempted.

That was what started a beautiful friendship that lasted throughout the rest of that academic year. Later, it blossomed into a relationship, and further, it transformed into marriage. The day he asked you to marry him was one of the best days of your entire life - and then, you were convinced you had met your soulmate. He was everything you’d ever wanted in a partner, and he was oh so helpful and attentive.

High school sweethearts was what you were referred to, and you both fit the image so well. You were practically glowing anytime anyone had seen you. Your marriage had happened too fast, but you were convinced he was your one and only unaware that growth comes in many forms. And in this specific case, the roots have burst the pot.

Back then, he used to give you flowers nearly every day in various shades of the rainbow. Blue seemed to be the preferred though.

“You always get these, why?” You had asked one evening, fingertips gently petting the soft petals.

“Apparently, they mean something poetic,” he replied before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “That’s what the flower guy keeps telling me. And they’re kinda hard to find,” he continued, eyes looking out at the starry night sky the two of you laid under. “So, whenever they come in, I grab them tight and bring them back to my baby.”

You giggled slightly before shutting him off with a kiss.

They were damn near unattainable after the two of you had gotten married. It seemed they’d gone out of style, or perhaps they just weren’t thriving as they used to. One day, when you were lonely and missing your husband, you pulled out an old book on various flora and fauna. You must’ve spent hours upon hours learning about the area you lived in when you chanced upon a dash of blue.

Cornflowers, they were cornflowers.

The flowers on the plate you’d run under the faucet for far too long weren’t the same shade of blue, but they were just as pretty. It’s a shame that these plates would most likely be broken before the month was out.

Gods, when did he change? It was hard to pinpoint it because the two of you had been under each other’s spell for a good chunk of that time. When did he flip the switch? When did he… You shook your head and turned off the faucet, deciding you were done with the dishes for now. Accidentally, when you were placing the plate back in its place, you bumped your forearm on the counter. With a wince, you hissed and mentally reminded yourself to mind the bruises that were still fresh there. He gripped your wrist so hard that night you were sure it was going to snap right off.

He really wasn’t like this in the beginning and your mind raked constantly with reasons as to why when you laid awake at night hoping he wouldn’t go too far or burn a bridge only to find it needed to be rebuilt with supplies that no longer existed.

It was nearing the late evening and he wasn’t supposed to be home until later in the night. You could afford to relax for just a little longer. With a deep breath, you walked up the stairs dead set on drawing a bath to just let your mind go blank. Hidden away in the bathroom sink’s cabinet was a ‘mix’ of herbs and such a dear friend of yours had said would aid in relaxing your soul and maybe your wounds. You could only use the clumsy excuse for so long.

You opened the door to your bathroom, quietly shut it behind you and didn’t bother locking it. If he was here, you might have, but you weren’t expecting him back until much, much later. You could afford to breathe. You drew the faucet and let it run for a moment or two until the water got a little warmer, then you plugged the tub and let it fill. You crouched down and poked your hand around towards the back of the bathroom sink before finding the jar filled with herbs and salts. It smelled divine even when closed. Unscrewing the lid, you are able to take in the scent of lavender, chamomile, rosebuds, sweet lemongrass and vanilla. Pink sea salt for added effect made the bath look heavenly when you poured in a generous scoop. As the water heated the herbs, you notice the rosebuds blooming into large, pink and red flowers. It was nothing short of magickal and filled you with some type of serenity.

Once the water was to your liking, you stripped and got into the tub, sighing in contentment as the water heated your form up. And from there, you let your mind go blank and take in the aroma of the herbs and flowers. You feel the stress leaving your body. You wish you could feel like this forever.

You allow your brain to wander as you relax and find it going back to your husband every single time. If he wasn’t asked to sit next to you, would you have been in this awful situation now? This was no way to live - and you wondered if you had just gone to detention that day if things would be different, or perhaps better. You thought you were able to pinpoint when everything went wrong when yet another starting point would come into your mind. It was like your brain was purposely making you move the goalposts so you wouldn’t be retraumatized by anything all over again.

It started small and in little bouts. He lost his patience with you. If you accidentally burnt the pancakes? It was alright but don’t let it happen again. Over watered the petunias just once? Great, now he needed to go to the store and pick up some new ones should those suffer root rot that was relatively treatable. Couldn’t get dinner ready on time? What a mess. Said something slightly off base? Your intelligence was being actively questioned. It kept snowballing until it reached the first time he hit you. Which was a dark enough day that you rather not think about.

He said he loved you. That he would protect you and make sure you were safe from all harm. But he broke that the moment his hand slapped your face so hard you felt the air leave your lungs. That was a really dark day, but it was not the darkest yet.

You must’ve spent close to an hour in the bath when you heard the front door opening. Shit, he wasn’t supposed to be back. You feel your heart pounding as you leap out of the bath, quickly drying yourself before throwing your clothes back on. In your haste, you forget to unplug the bath. But it’s too late, you hear him coming up the stairs. Seconds later, he’s in your shared bedroom.

“Reader? Where are you?” He sounds exhausted. Upon seeing the bathroom door closed, he stalks up to it. “Reader? Open up, Princess.”

It’s not the first time he’s tried to soften the blow like this.

“I-I’m still in the tub-”

“Sure, sure, sweetie,” he hums. “Can you uh, tell me why you haven’t gotten any food ready if you were going to fuck around in the tub like this then?”

Your heart constricts and your stomach twists. “I didn’t know you were gonna be home this early,” you say softly, ready to brace the door.

“Oh you forgot,” he says as if he’s speculating whether that was a decent answer or not. “You forgot,” he repeats. He stands in front of the bathroom door, swaying slightly like he’s waiting for you to come to you. “Come out of the bathroom.”

“I just drew it-”

“Did I ask for your excuses?”

“No-”

“Then come out of the FUCKING BATHROOM!” He hits the door so hard you thought you heard it splintering.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You cried out as you immediately rammed against the door, struggling to keep your husband back from breaking it down.

He didn’t answer, only continued to rattle off about everything wrong. She kicked the door harder and harder, sending you bouncing against the wood. You continued to cry out in pain but dug your shoulder into the door as you prayed it would be enough to keep him out.

“Stop, stop, STOP IT!” You felt tears pour out from your eyes as your husband pounded the door. “You’re being crazy right now, stop it!” Your throat felt raw with anguish as you continued to screech, head coming dangerously close to bouncing against the door as your husband began kicking it.

Eventually, he succeeded. He backed up, reared his leg up and took three hard hits, successfully kicking the door down. You went flying down with it and tumbled down the tile floor with a yelp of pain, landing sharply on your hip. You looked up through your pain and saw he was standing before you, fists balled and nothing but rage in his eyes.

“I told you to fucking let me in,” he seethes as he narrows in on you. Before he can touch you, his eyes travel to the tub. “And now you’re clogging up my fucking pipes?” He asks in an exasperated tone as he feels his blood pressure rise. “You need to learn a lesson,” he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. “When dogs are just puppies and they have an accident,” he begins as he bends down to the ground and nears you as you struggle to crawl away from him. “You take their nose and bury it into their mess.” He finishes. He straddles your waist and sloughs off your weak attempts to get him off of you.

You continue to cry and scream, beg and plead as his hands snake up your arms and to your hair. And your eyes widen as he takes a fistfull and then roughly stands up, dragging your body up with him.

“You fucking dog,” he spits as he drags you upwards. He begins to drag you towards the tub.

“No, NO!” You plead as you dig your heels into the tile, trying to grip onto the sink for dear life as he continues to drag you. You feel your strands of hair damn near get lifted from your scalp as he continues to yank you. He’ll kill you if you don’t put up a fight. “I’m sorry! Gods, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Whatever I did to piss you off I promise that it won’t happen again!” You attempt to reason as he finally pries your hands off the sink.

“You should’ve known that to begin with,” he replies as he pulls your hair harder. He then brings you to the tub and roughly shoves you to its lip. You catch yourself and try to get away when he pushes at the back of your head. You still continue to fight him, crying and pleading even harder as your husband kicks in the back of your legs, attempting to cripple you further to get you to bend. You continue to push back, staring into the now cold bath like it’s a watery grave.

A scream rips through your throat as he hits the back of your skull, having you gasping for air and consciousness. He takes that moment as your weakness and finally overpowers you. Your head is thrust below the waters, and you find yourself screeching all the while. From above the water’s surface, you can hear your once beloved husband muttering about you and the faults of your character as he holds you under the water. Before you can even register that air is in your lungs again, you’re plunged back into the water, coughing and hacking all the while as he does so.

When he grows tired of continually plunging your head into the water, he picks up your lower half and tosses you in, sending the water and herbs flying everywhere as your clothed body enters the freezing tub. Your tears mix with the remnants of the bathwater as he holds you under, nothing but rage in his eyes as he does.

When you feel like it’s too much, you begin to let go. Perhaps darkness would be a nicer sight than the sunrise of tomorrow.

You open your eyes slowly to see that you’re still in the tub and laying in a small pool of water that isn’t enough to harm you regardless of how you were laid. You feel aches all over and you feel like water is weighing down your lungs. Slowly, you get to your bearings as you prop yourself up. Step by step and painstaking muscle movement by muscle movement, you stand and grip the edge of the tub, realizing you need to change out of your clothes. You pause momentarily to look at yourself in the mirror.

“Gods,” you whisper to yourself. You look like you were in a car accident. There’s bruises on your throat and your face from where he tried to slam you into the bathtub, and your face is puffy and discolored from crying. Your hair is knotted and you feel like no amount of conditioner on earth can get that out - to even think about detangling it is a nightmare. Your clothes are ripped and waterlogged. Everything about you screams pathetic. When you turn your head and look at the door, you see it’s broken beyond repair. He kicked it out of its latches and the wood itself is splintered in two.

You quietly step out of the bathroom, ready to change into drier clothes when you see your husband sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting for you. You feel yourself begin to shiver, momentarily feeling your mind drift elsewhere to protect your brain from further trauma.

“You’re finally up,” he says, a blank expression on his face. “Are you okay?”

You feel disgust come up in the back of your throat but swallow it back down in favor of not angering him further. “I’m fine,” you lie, not bothering to plaster on a smile.

“Good.” He slowly stands up. “I’m heading out. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” He holds his arms out to you.

Shivering and absolutely terrified, you find yourself bending to his will. Quietly, you pad across the carpet to him and allow yourself to be wrapped up in his arms. His arms feel like a metal cage as they wrap around your quivering form.

“I’m sorry,” he says emptily as he buries his nose into your hair. “It won’t happen again.” He sways the two of you side to side as he holds you a little tighter, not bothering to mind the bumps and bruises he inflicted on your body.

You internally sigh and hollowly nod, allowing him to hold you.

He said that the last time.

It’s been a few days since your husband flew off the handle like that. Your husband stayed in the house, but like every time before, he pretended nothing had happened and instead vied for avoiding you. In a day or so, he’d be back to pretending he still loved you. But, your mind wasn’t entirely on him coming back to you and acting sweet - it was on everything in between.

See, this isn’t the first time that something of this caliber has happened to you. Convenience was something that seemed to pop up in your life more often than not, and you’d just accepted it. The first time you could remember it was when you were in your garage, trying to have a moment alone after your husband had shoved you into a wall for not making the potatoes the way he wanted (what a stupid thing to be upset over). As you sat at the workbench, sobbing quietly, your attention was pulled towards a thing of antifreeze. It was just propped up there. You don’t remember buying it, nor did you remember your husband buying it either. Neither of you regularly did car maintenance, nor did it seem like the kind used for a pool (which neither of you had). What on earth was it even doing here?

You quietly picked up the bottle and tossed it before your husband came calling for you to redo the potatoes.

The second time you noticed something much too conveniently placed was when the coffee in front of you was decaf. Your husband was terrible at waking up in the mornings, and the only thing that kept him up was his morning coffee on the drive to work. Well, one morning it was decaf in the keurig- and you almost didn’t notice it. The last time that happened, he’d almost swerved off the road. In a panic, you switched it to the right one before he noticed. If neither of you did, it could have claimed his life as the drive from your neck of the woods to the city was kind of dodgy in general.

The third most prominent time was semi-recently. You were cooking and once you finished, carried about your day. When you stopped by the kitchen to grab your keys and head to town for some shopping, you noticed that the gas was left on. Your husband was due to come home soon - if it stayed on for any longer, it might have killed him. Of course, you turned it off, but your hand lingered on the dial just a moment longer, wondering what would have happened if you didn’t turn it off. Feeling monstrous for even letting that thought pop into your head, you pulled back your hand like you had thrown it into the fire.

Those were just some of the most prominent things that happened. There were also little things that occurred as well, such as the TV always being clicked onto certain types of true crime documentaries entailing warring spouses, or the reading material being a tad too detailed in how to get away with things that obviously weren't legal. It started with petty theft, or piracy, and then moved onto other things that were much too unpleasant for you to even detail. All of these things seemed to be calling you towards something more sinister than you had ever imagined.

And until now, you’d managed to hold it all back. Sure, you entertain yourself by watching the documentaries and reading the material (which you wonder deeply who put it in your mailbox to begin with) but you never actually thought to harm him, did you?

It all came to a head a few weeks after the bathtub incident. He pushed you around plenty since then, but it hadn’t crossed the threshold like what happened back then - and that was enough to keep you at bay until this specific dinner. Apparently, your husband had missed out on a promotion given to someone younger and more ambitious than him and that killed him on the inside. He had a chip on his shoulder and he was dead set on taking it out on you.

“Gave it to that little prick,” he mumbles as he stabs at his food.

“I’m sure you’ll get it next time-”

“Next time? That’s half a fucking year away,” your husband replies as he bites down on his food. “Worthless job and can’t even move up in it. Stuck in this hellhole,” he continues to mutter as he stabs around.

Not wanting to even think about flaring him, you just drink uncomfortably at your water. “Is…” You close your mouth, not wanting to even hear his voice.

“No, no, finish your thought,” he says with a deep sigh.

“It’s not important.”

“My wife has something to say, she says it.”

“No, really I-”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Reader, spit it out.”

“Is the food okay?” You ask quietly as you avert your eyes to anywhere but at him. You gulp thickly, worrying that you’ve upset him further and lament even opening your mouth up to begin with.

“It’s awful,” he replies before taking another bite. “You must really be testing me, y’know that?”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“I know.”

Uncomfortable silence passes between the two of you as dinner goes on with that same unease. You practically exude discomfort as you sit there, picking at your food and not wanting to even stomach it as long as this monster sits across from you. You wonder if your husband is going to go on one of his tangents when he answers that useless question by opening his mouth.

He talks a lot about how much he hates work, his coworkers, his lot in life, literally anything he could complain about and everything. He has such a hatred for the world around him that you wonder if it was always hiding just below the surface when you first met him. Probably. People tend to grow into who they were always meant to be as the years go on.

“And you,” he continues, pointing his fork in an accusatory manner at you. “You are the worst part of it,” he says as he narrows his eyes. He does this to you at every meal. And by the end of it, he’s always so riled up he almost breaks the plates. “Remember that girl, Jada? From honors math?”

You quietly nod.

“I should’ve married her. Girl with some brains and a nice ass,” he muses. “Instead I settled for you. Worthless, bruised and battered, puffy faced you,” he says with absolute vitriol, getting more and more riled up as his complaints carry on. “Hell, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been thrown in detention again either.”

“That wasn’t my fault-”

“Oh so she speaks, does she?” He stands up.

You brace yourself.

“You know better than that,” he says lowly like a tiger waiting to pounce. “Than to talk back to me in my OWN GODDAMN HOUSE!” The plates and the dinner go flying off the table as he roughly shoves his arms across it.

There go the plates that reminded you of something nicer.

You immediately stand up and gasp, your chair flying back as you do so. Your hands fly up as your husband’s hands grip ar your wrists, his power taking over your frail form as he begins hurling you backwards to the countertop.

“Teach you to talk to me like that again,” he growls as he slams you down onto the counter, wrists not being jostled into his one hand. “You’ll never learn,” he mumbles, strill wrangling you down to the countertop.

From the corner of your eye, you could see him reaching towards the knife rack - and you see your very life fly before your eyes as he palms one.

You begin to repeat no like a mantra as he grips the knife and then lets go of your wrists, hsi hand going to the collar of your shirt. You cry out as your hands balled into fists and start punching, your legs being held by his body as his hand latches onto your throat and squeezes. Tears prick your eyes once again as his eyes flick down to your shirt.

“Stop!” You weakly cry out as his fingers dig into your flesh.

He raises the knife, a mad look on his faze as the steel catches the light. It shines, and then comes plunging down.

You scream as the knife is stabbed much too close to your neck, instead trapping you by snagging your shirt to the counter.

“You stay here and think about all the trouble you’ve caused,” he says in a ‘bubbling with rage’ tone as he shoves your head into the counter. “And clean up this mess.”

Once he leaves and slammed the front door shut, you pry yourself free from the knife and then fall to the floor sobbing, once again feeling your heart broken over your husband treating you so. But, once the rain fell, all that came was a ping - a spark. As you finally composed yourself and began cleaning his mess, the spark ignited to a flame that grew like wildfire in your mind’s eyes as you gingerly picked up the pieces of plates that you held such saccharine fondness over.

You couldn’t stand for this anymore.

With exhaustion sweeping over your body and the kitchen now cleaned, you allow yourself to move on autopilot and move upwards towards your bedroom. You don’t bother changing and plop down onto it. You stare at your ceiling, wondering if you should run away or - oh! Here comes a thought. With your eyes inching towards your nightstand, you finally give into the overwhelming feeling to open the drawer and you do so. Your hand gropes around before you finally touch something cold. Your mind lurches once you realize what it is.

You sit up, more than surprised to see the handle of a gun under your fingertips. On it is a sticky note with a smiley face: ‘don’t forget to turn off the safety :)’. A shiver of horror runs down your spine when you realize there’s a silencer attached to it. Gods, you knew he had a gun but a silencer? Everything about this - you knew it was wrong.

But holding it in your hand… That felt right.

You decided to stay quiet on things for now and think. Afterall, he was stronger than you. You couldn’t just confront him with the gun. He might wrestle it out of you and shoot you instead. You couldn’t take that kind of risk right now. So, you waited, looked over the gun some more, and waited.

Your husband entered back into the house at some gods awful time at night, more than pleased to see the house was back in order as it should be as he closed the door behind him. He was exhausted on all facets (though it could not hold a candle to how you were feeling) as he trudged up the stairs.

You laid in bed, pretending to be asleep. You knew what had to be done.

When your husband came in, huffed and got ready for bed, you itched for the trigger. You knew you had to act soon, but not too fast or he could hurt you again an take you out instead. Your breath hitched when you felt him sit on the bed and get comfortable, of course, turned away from you.

You took in a deep breath, closed your eyes, and held the gun in your hand once you felt him slip into sleep. The moments felt like hours as you quietly sat up and held the gun in your hands. Were you really going to do this?

Your mind flashed with hundreds upon hundreds of possibilities. At one point, a long time ago, you loved him. You loved him deeply and truly.

You took aim.

You shot.

Gods, if you knew it was going to be this hard to drag his body out here, you would’ve chosen a different place to shoot him. Dragging your now dead husband through the woods behind your house was an absolutely miserable process. You were working up a sweat as you did so and it was so dark that you could hardly make heads or tails of anything.

Finally, guided by the moonlight, you came to a place that looked more than decent. It was far enough, and the growth here was so heavy that if you tumbled the earth around, it would hardly look like anyone had disturbed it to begin with.

“Always making things harder on me,” you mumble as you toss his limp body back to the earth before you juggle the shovel you’d dragged along into your hands. You let your mind go blank as you began to cut into the soil.

A plethora of thoughts entered into your head as you shoveled away, making a deep enough hole to throw your deceased husband in. In a way, you didn’t think he deserved a hole this nice, but you knew deep down you had to hide the body. You continued to shovel, and once you finally made it deep enough to your liking, rolled his body into the ground.

“Didn’t think you had it in you,” a low, slightly gravelly voice chuckles, slow clapping.

“Who’s there?” You ask in a slightly panicked tone, holding the shovel up like a weapon. “I… I won’t hesitate-”

“Don’t make me laugh,” the voice continues, a playful bite on every syllable. “No, no, you did good.”

Your eyes frantically look around for the voice when you hear a whistle. There, behind you, is a man. Possibly mid 20s, shoulder length black hair, pale skin that rivals the light of the moon, wearing a hoodie covered in things you’d rather not think of and taller than you by a good head or so.

“You gonna put the shovel down?” He asks with a brow raised.

Hesitantly, you lower the shovel in your grasp just to let him get a little closer. Your eyes widen when you see he’s cut a smile into his face. “Who… Who are you?”

“I’ll tell you if you finish your job here,” he says as he nods to the uncovered, deceased body of your husband. “And before you go through the typical ‘oh my gods, are you gonna turn me in’ bullshit so many of you seem to go through, rest assured that I’m not gonna do anything to you. Just finish your job. Can you do that for me, Bird?” He leans against the tree, looking at you with a small smark.

A mind too frazzled for anything else, you nod and get back to work. It doesn’t take near as long to fill the hole as it did to carve it out, which was a pleasant surprise. When you were done, you wiped the sweat from your brow.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you held the shovel firmly in your hands.

“Checking in on you,” he replies. “You want to go back to your house and-”

“No,” you cut him off, eyes averting down the ground. “Anywhere but there right now.” You say softly, gesturing to the disturbed earth.

The man pops off the tree and stalks over to the hole you’d covered, lightly shoving some foliage on top of it. “Okay, still sensitive. I get that,” he hums. “Follow me then. Let’s take a walk.” He nods for you to follow, blue eyes silently telling you to bring the shovel along with you.

Not wanting to be near his body anymore despite it being packed below the ground, you relent and follow.

“So, you did good, really good,” the man says as he puts his hands back in his hoodie pockets.

“Why do you keep saying that?” You ask, quickly matching pace with him. “And I never did get your name..?” You trail off slightly, taking in the deep scent of the woods around you. The scent of pine and autumn fills your nose.

“Because you did my job for me, and it’s Jeff,” he replies, his arm momentarily pushing back some low hanging pines. “I’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while, Bird.” He chuckles softly when he sees your confused expression.

“Really? Bird?” You repeat in a dry tone, face deadpanning at the very mention of it. “Job?”

“You’re flighty, like a bird, and judging by how fast you switch topics, bird.” He smiles, continuing to lead you further and further into the woods and away from your now empty house. “Little while back, I was asked to kill your husband. But, I saw you during one of my stalking outings and well, thought I could make things interesting.” He says it like it’s nothing and common knowledge.

“You what?” You ask in a surprised tone. “You stalked us?”

“Well, yeah,” Jeff says. “Normally, I don’t take that much care in my work. I tend to gut first and never ask questions, but you posed something interesting in my wake.”

“Holy fuck,” you murmur as you continue to trot throguh the woods. “We’re both going to jail.”

“Me? Absolutely not. You? Well,” he turns his attention to the deer path laid before the two of you and smiles at the open, moonlit field. “Depends on how you’ll answer my question.”

The two of you step through the remaining brush and finally reach the field. You had no idea this place was even behind your house or even so close. Tall grass rising to your waist sways gently in the wind as you step out of the trees and into the open air. Stars dot the sky as the moon hangs overhead. This place feels nostalgic. Out in the distance is a little stone structure, and upon Jeff taking you closer to it, it’s a little stone shelter.

“Take a seat, gonna be a while,” Jeff says as he rummages around in his pocket. He pulls out a lighter, bends down and lights the pieces of wood conveniently left inside of it, and the night is no longer cold.

You get comfortable and let your exhausted body rest. “Have you been watching me for long?”

“Longer than necessary,” Jeff answers as he cracks his back before finally getting comfortable. “But, I only watched you from a distance. Tell me about yourself first, let me know it wasn’t a mistake to let you breathe.” He smirks at you and winks, sending shivers down your spine.

You take in a deep breath, not really feeling anything but exhaustion and decide to tell him. You tell him everything, about your childhood, about little intricacies and so on. You told him about high school and how you met your husband. Little stories, anecdotes, memories and feelings resurfaced as you detailed how everything was bliss. And then one day, it wasn’t.

“Something in him snapped and went rotten,” you sigh. “And he hurt me. Hurt me really bad.”

Jeff looks up from the fire to see how the light dances across your skin. It’s here that he’s finally able to see the extent of your dead husband’s power over you. Bruises darker than your natural shade line your skin like oddly erased marks on a stubborn piece of paper. Your eyes are hollow, devoid of all life. Hair from your scalp is oddly placed as if it’s still trying to grow back. Your posture conveys nothing but pure exhaustion.

“I’m sorry,” he says in a tone that’s much more gruff than he originally means. It’s not that he doesn’t genuinely feel bad, it’s that he’s awful at actually verbalizing it. In truth, Jeff doesn’t like abusers. They make him feel wrong, make him feel like something’s not fair. Jeff like to fancy himself as someone who goes by the rule of ‘equality.’ If you pick on someone weaker than you with them having no chance of fighting back or at least inflicting the same damage back, you are nothing but a coward who gets off on hurting smaller people. And that in his mind is nothing short of detestable. “Guess good on me for letting you take him out, huh?”

You look at him with an odd mixture of confusion and absolute relief. “I guess,” you say, the sound of serenity slipping into your tone. “And what about you? What originally sent you out here?”

“Tall guy in a suit,” he stated, a small scowl pulling at his lips. “Y’know, he’s interested in you.”

“Tall guy in a suit?”

“Slender Man. I call him ‘Pale Ass’ though. He’s like… A murderous businessman. Has little drones to do his work even though he’s more than capable of doing it himself. And that’s where you come in.” Jeff shifts slightly and fixes his posture. “He’s the guy who originally wanted your husband dead. Sent me to do it.”

“Why did he want him dead?” You inquire. You knew your husband had done some dodgy things, especially with how strangely he was acting within the last few years as his abuse ran up, but you originally assumed he was cheating or something. Maybe into some other shady things. What on earth could he have done to garner the attention of some murderer kingpin?

“Saw something he shouldn’t have. My guess is Toby - maybe Theo. Both of them suck at covering up their tracks,” Jeff laughs slightly. “Probably saw one of us hiding a body, committing a murder, shit, he could’ve stumbled on some finals when he obviously shouldn’t have done that. Regardless, it got Slender’s attention, and now he’s dead because of it,” Jeff continues as he casts his eyes from you to the flickering flames. “You remember that night he fell asleep in his car in the garage?”

You nod.

“Almost took him out right there.” Jeff’s brows furrow slightly. “Something stopped me and then I saw you. The way he reacted to you asking if he wanted a certain type of potato made me giggle, and then I got a thought.”

“The antifreeze…”

“Yeah, the antifreeze. I’d noticed you were being pushed around for a while, honestly planning on taking you out to give you some rest but,” his eyes flash, “seemed more fun to get you into it too.” He sighs and leans back. “Was it cathartic?”

You find yourself uncomfortably shifting and wanting to answer with ‘no, of course not! I killed someone,’ before realizing that wouldn't be truthful. It was cathartic to put an end to his life. It was cathartic to finally bring justice for yourself in a way that no prison system would allow. “It… It was.” You admit, shyly and quietly like confessing to a bad secret.

“Feels nice to admit it, right?” He smiles.

“It does.”

“Now, imagine doing that to other pieces of shit,” he says as he sits up again. “Imagine being able to do that to every monster that’s ever hurt anyone just like you/”

You close your eyes and feel the red hot rage tingle your fingertips. Being able to unload on your dead husband was more than pleasing - in fact, it was nice, and dare you say, fun. The thought of being able to do that to other people who hurt others like that, while a far off possibility now as you were still frail, was still a possibility nonetheless.

“I mean, where else do you have to go?” Jeff continues, watching as you toss the thought around in your head. “You’d never get caught. He’d handle it all right now. You’d be free.” Jeff stands up and begins crossing the distance to meet you. His shadow walks alongside him. Dusk hangs in the air. “Or, if this isn’t to your liking, you can join him.”

“What?” You question, eyes flicking up from Jeff’s shoes to his eyes.

“You gotta understand,” he begins as he crouches in front of you. “If you say no and

decide to deal with the fallout like a normal human being, you’ll be caught and most likely killed for it. You’d be at the end of your rope.”

You feel an ocean of emotions swell up inside of you. “And if I… What would you even have me do if I followed you?”

“I’ll take you to meet him, and we’ll see what happens next. He’ll cover for you. You won’t ever have to see this place ever again.”

The sun begins to peek over the horizon. The fire is dying down. You can hear birds chirping in the early morning sky as fluffy clouds bid good morning to the dimming stars in the sky.

“Let’s get outta here, Bird.” Jeff stands up, holding out his hand.

You take in a deep breath, hand hovering over his. You thought of your husband, your life and everything that had ever happened to lead up to this moment. You’d gone this far, and there was clearly no going back. Another deep breath in and you pressed your hand down to his.

Jeff’s smile bloomed once again.

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!hongjoong | desire

This is: requested

warning: v v smutty bcs happy valentines to yall. stay safe and don’t forget to wear your masks when doing the deed!! 

Day 100 of you being locked up here inside Hongjoong’s bedroom. Today marks the day he would completely give you a little freedom, and you should be a little happy at least. 

The past three months have been hard on you. You were on your way to school until all of a sudden strong pair of arms wrapped around your frame from behind and knocked you out. The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a man sitting on the foot of the bed. It was none other than your best friend, Kim Hongjoong. 

You remember that day, asking him why he had done this to you. He replied by saying that being your friend gave him a little hope that he could survive high school. That despite the hardships he has been going through in his life,you gave him a reason to get up and try again. But what was once an inspiration turned into an infatuation then turned to obsession. 

He noticed how you were getting close to Park Seonghwa, campus crush and basketball captain of the team. You also formed a new found friendship with Jung Yunho, the head of the dance club and member of the animal rights association. It was then that Hongjoong started to feel insecure until slowly he was driven out of his sanity. 

And now you found yourself here. At first, you argued with Hongjoong and threatened him to rat him over to the police. You were then met with a heavy hand on your cheek, your head spun around and your cheek stinging. That was the first time he laid a hand on you. And you would never forget that. Day by day, Hongjoong would apologize to you. But you gave him the silent treatment. When he didn’t like how you were treating him, he proceeded to threaten you by killing your parents, but it wouldn’t be him who would be doing the dirty work, rather, it is you who would be doing it. Sick with the idea, you immediately talked to him and stopped him from such idea. And then, Hongjoong offered you a proposal. 

If in a hundred days you would obey him and not go against his rules, he would give you a bit of the freedom that you wished for. But if you decided to go against him, then the hundred days would double, continuing to increase until the days would prolong. That was when you knew Hongjoong is smart. Even though you are tied in his bedroom, he was already training you to be his. At first, you were doing fine. You thought you could put a front and pretend you weren’t falling for him and his game. But halfway to a hundred days, you found yourself slowly slipping off your grip until you come to conclusion that you lost yourself to him. Less than a hundred days, you have accepted the fact that you have completely submitted yourself to Hongjoong. 

His finger would dance around the skin of your legs, slowly soothing them up and down your thighs. How he would cook your favorite dishes and feed you, although they didn’t taste the same just like how your mother made them, you wouldn’t deny how Hongjoong’s cooking has a unique flavor that made you like it as well. He would write songs for you, sing them to you while you sleep. He’s made a few songs for you already that you stopped counting. How his arms would envelope around you, as if protecting you from the loud thunder outside. He was aware that you are afraid of thunder and he was doing his best to calm you down at night. Surprisingly, you calmed down and fell asleep in his arms. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when Hongjoong comes through the door, a bright smile painted on his lips. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” He praises, cupping your face and peppering your face and lips with kisses. “I’ll run you a shower first.” He says, slowly he loosened the ropes around your wrists and ankles, carrying you in his arms. He slowly sat you down first on the counter edge of the bathub to remove your clothing. You bit your inner lip and turned your head down, this is the first time that Hongjoong would see you naked. Slowly ass he places you down the tub filled with scented oils and rose petals. 

Before he could leave you to take your bath, you grabbed a hold of his wrist. “Please don’t leave me.” You whispered. And in a matter of seconds, Hongjoong stripped himself off his clothing, you scooted a bit away to give him space before pressing your back on his chest, situated between his legs. 

You and Hongjoong didn’t bothered to destroy the silence while his hands caressed the skin of your wrists and all you could hear was his breathing. It wasn’t a deafening silence, it was a rather a silence for longing. 

“Okay you can open your eyes now” 

Slowly you opened your eyes. Before you a beautiful botanical garden inside a glass room. You marveled at the different beautiful flowers and how healthy they grew. 

“While you were locked up in my bedroom, I took the time to make this for you. People are too cruel and judgemental and will only bring you down. But the flowers here will always for you no matter what.” He whispers in your ear. Much to his suprise, you wrapped your arms around his nape. 

“Thank you so much! This is the best you’ve given me!” You smile as you slightly lean away from the hug, you plucked up your courage and placed a kiss on his lips. 

“My darling is getting bold already.” Hongjoong chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. “But I have one more to show you.” He took a hold of your hand and lead you further to the glass garden, you didn’t think there would be more to it but what greeted you next was what you love the most. 

A flower field. 

“When I grow up, I’d want a flower field by my garden! I just love plants so much and I would want..hmm, a hundred different flowers in the field!” 

I do remember telling him about that flower field when we were in 7th grade. But I didn’t know that he would actually be serious about making this one for me. 

“When did you make this?” I asked, slowly turning my head to face him. 

“When do you think? These flowers are very hard to grow and maintain. The day you told me that you wanted a flower field, I immediately had to start working on it.” Hongjoong wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I had a hard time looking for the exact flowers that you wanted to see.” 

“I want lillies, roses, marigolds, dandelions and tulips! There’s a lot more flowers that I like....but I’ll reserve them some time and write them down on a paper so I wouldn’t forget!” 

That afternoon, Hongjoong and I laid down on top of the flower field, using his arm as my pillow. The purple sky sipping through the glass room while the cold air kisses through our skin, making the wind chimes sway and produce little sounds. We were staring deeply into each other’s eyes until slowly Hongjoong leans in and places his lips on top of mine. 

I tried to wriggle my way out of his embrace, but he had his arms wrapped around me tightly, like his life depended on me. I tried to regain my breath as I breathed slowly and deeply felt my lips tingling and all the energy flowing in me. 

The distance separating our lips seemed so little, as if it was one meter and he was right there. With eyes open, looking at him like I’m seeing someone I love, I felt my body softening and my heart racing. 

It was the both of us; our mouths pressed together one more time, our tongues dancing and our breaths mingling and our hearts beating in time. He held me tight against his chest, my heart pounding inside my chest. 

“I can’t wait to have you here.” And slowly, Hongjoong switched our positions as he hovers on top of me, situating himself between my legs before he places his lips on mine once more, this time, kissing in a hungry and torrid manner. 

With one hand, he wraps them around my neck and his other hand grabs my waist, pulling me up as I willingly let my hands roam all over him, through his clothes. 

“Hongjoong, please, I want you.” I whisper, beg.

“I want you too” He says through gritted teeth, feeling his hands roam up my body, slowly sliding the straps of my dress of my shoulder and down to my ankles. 

He attaches his lips on my exposed neck, kissing the skin of my neck while I feel his hands slowly slide up my back, unbuckling my white lace bra. His fingers slowly push them down my shoulder, inching it down until I gasp a little. The cool air kissing my exposed skin. 

I gasp again as his hands settle on my breasts, fondling and caressing them in his hands. Sticking his tongue out and sliding them down to my shoulder, down to the valley between my breasts and then attaching his mouth on my left nipple. Swirling his tongue crazy like a maniac. My fingers fumbled and gripped on the back of his head, the in between of my legs pooling with wetness already. He lifts his head up and sticks his tongue out, kitty licking my right nipple before nibbling on it gently between his teeth. 

“Oh my god, that’s so good” I mumbled, letting out a moan, I tilted my head and saw a purple mark above my nipple. 

“Mine” he growls before turning his head down to place butterfly kisses on my stomach. 

“I’m going to have my way with you before I take you” He says, feeling his hardened length brush against my leg, caressing my legs before ripping my underwear off. 

He drapes my legs on top of his shoulders, sticking his tongue out and takes a long lick on my clit. He spreads my folds apart before ravishing them, almost burying his face on my pussy. 

I arched my back and let out soft yet loud moans. My hands pushing the back of his head more onto my pussy, feeling his tongue swirl around inside me. His hands that were once resting on my thighs slowly slide up and found themselves once more on my breasts, fondling and gripping them harshly. 

“Hongjoong...” I whispered, only to moan once more as sucked my fold gently, moving his tongue accordingly inside me as I felt vibrations my core, spasming after. 

“Hongjoong...are you okay?” I asked in a soft tone. Softly he lifts his head up, his lips glistening bright red with my juices. 

“More than okay, sweetheart. You sounded so heavenly moaning my name. I wouldn’t mind if I died suffocated in your pussy. If it’s the last thing I saw, I’d die happily and blissfully.” He says before unbuckling his belt, removing his pants along with his underwear and then hovering on top of me once more. 

He pushes himself inside me causing me to throw my head back on the flowery field. 

“Hongjoong” you gasped out, gripping your hands on his shoulders. 

“God, you don’t know how much I fucking love it when you moan my name like that.” He growls, slipping himself out before slamming again once more into me. 

“Mine” he spoke in a deep tone as he thrusts harshly inside of me. 

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. And you’re all mine.” He breathes out, never stopping pounding inside of me. He leans down and pushes his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues roaming around each others mouths, tasting every cavern and crevice. 

With the feeling of his tip poking your g-spot, it was enough to already send you on edge. The familiar feeling of tightness building up your stomach as you are reaching your high. 

“I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” The words came out like a moan, begging. 

“Let’s cum together, sweetheart.” 

Hitting your high while moaning his name out loud, you look up as you finally release and let yourself loose, coating his cock with your warm seeds. Hongjoong, shooting his cum inside of you. The once purple sky finally darkened for the bright stars and moon. 

He places a hand on top of your stomach, caressing it gently. 

“It won’t be long until our own child comes. When that day comes, I’ll love you both to death.” 

And you love the idea.