#sequal requests

[chicky-dip]

Going to work more on creating concept art and fleshing out dialogue, but I really can't wait to finish my Chicky Dip comic.

It takes place during season 2 and basically just shows CD's working alongside the Suits - while also expanding his character more and giving him a work/personal life.

I'll be creating lore for THQ (mostly to do with the Ladies!!!) and worldbuilding as much as possible to make the story more vibrant with life.

I've already made the below:

. 'Creation story' (I wrote a poem too)

. Language (it is so simple tho)

. I've written a mock conversation between Nick and Ashlie - where she tells him about her one day relationship with Dip.

. I've outlined how many Resets would've, roughly, taken place and also how many years in-between each one.

I have also created new characters for Chicky Dip to interact with, so I don't create too many plotholes and also so I don't have to worry about staying too in character. So far I've got 3 new main characters that will make up CD's entourage. I will try my very best to keep them in line with canon, so they don't stand out.

Can't wait to share as much as possible!!!!!

[bipidin]

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[dark-moonlust]

Heyyy so im so weak for bear hybrids and i just saw the one you posted, (LOVE IT btw), and i was wondering if you could do a sequal where reader decides to stay and lives a happy cozy life, with like cozy fires and all the bestest fur blankets and coziest bed and BIG FLUFFY BEAR MAN CUDDLES, but also like yk mad crazy sex where he likes to show off his strength and just like tosses her around, like up against walls, that thing where u like hold a girl on ur shoulders to eat her n stuff, if not thats ok i love all ur work sm 🙏🧎‍♀️🤍

Hello anon!!! Thank you for all the lovely words and the smutty idea!! I love bear hybrids, too. I'm sorry I took so long to complete. I have a lot of requests and I've been so busy lately. I'm trying to catch up on them slowly. Anyway, I hope this is to your liking!

Happy reading everyone!

Check out the first part of my bear hybrid oneshot here.

Cozy Life with your Bear Hybrid

Pairing: bear hybrid x fem reader Summary: you live a cozy life with your giant bear of a man. And you love it. Warnings: minors-ageless accounts don't interact, 18+, smut, size kink, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), huge 🍆, p in v sex, lots of 💦.

The wind screamed outside, rolling through the trees, yet it was only a whisper in the warmth of your cave. The fire crackled in the hearth and you were wrapped up in your mate's thick, muscled arms—the big bear of a beast who smelled like woodsmoke earthy perfume. He was warm and super cuddly, his big frame spooning you from behind.

Thick furs were heaped high on the bed their softness wrapping around you like a cocoon. Your bear hybrid always ensured you were warm and cozy, and took great pleasure in cuddling and loving you for hours on end. That night, he had a fond deep look in his eyes that spoke of his desire to keep you close and shield you from the outer world.

His mate. Forever.

Yes, you loved your life as his other half.

Shifting slightly, he moved, drawing you even closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his furred bear face scratchy but exquisite against your skin. His fingers, strong and calloused, trailed carefully down your belly, over your thighs, making sure his sharp nails were sheathed. Humming in satisfaction, you sunk deeper into him.

There was nowhere else you'd rather be, nothing else you'd rather do than spend every day surrounded by the warmth of your giant, soft bear, who was just as possessive and tender toward you.

"Hmmm, I could stay like this forever," he drawled in a low voice that vibrated through your chest. “But I’m also thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”

“Like?” you challenged, hands caressing his furry arm.

“Taste your sweet honey for one,” he murmured, his voice a low, dark rumble that sent goosebumps all over your skin.

“You just love to use this reference!”

He cocked a brow. “Why not?” His voice deepened. “Your cunt leaks the sweetest honey there is. I can vouch for that.”

“You are a horny bear beast.”

Chuckling, his hand moved down your thigh, fingers pressing just hard enough to cause you to open. “Hmm, and as the bear beast I am, I should taste again. Make sure your lovely cunny is as delicious as before. I love honey. Your honey.”

“You are insatiable.” Your face felt warm at the memory of him eating you out just hours ago. Your pussy had no issue whatsoever; it clenched and pooled with your juices.

Damn… You were both insatiable.

He grinned, that familiar, smoldering look blazing in his eyes. “Sleep, cuddle, eat you out, fuck. Then repeat. That’s our schedule. Now come, mate,” he playfully tapped your thighs. “Time to let me taste your pussy.”

His tone was straightforward. As if what you did every day was perfectly normal. You touched each other, rolled around in bed, kissed, made out (a lot), and couldn't keep your hands away from each other.

And you weren't a coward or an idiot to turn away from such joy.

In a playful mood, you smacked his hands playfully and scooted off the bed. You were in the mood to tease him. He growled and you hardly had time to move when he lifted you effortlessly, as if you were weightless in his massive arms, whisking you off the ground. You hugged him firmly and moaned as he hoisted you again, slamming you against the wall.

Strong hands maneuvered you so that your legs were draped over his shoulders, your pussy exposed and dripping in front of his eager mouth. You clutched his head and peered down at him, seeing the passion in his eyes as he licked up your mound, manipulating your folds with his long thick tongue. Your head tipped back, spine arching as he sucked you in, savoring your juices as if he were eating his favorite meal—which he was.

You were his favorite delicacy.

It went on and on, his tongue playing with your tender clit, circling the tender nub. You went wild, buried your fingers in his silky fur, and tugged violently as you shattered, your body coming alive with energy. He kept going, his big hands clutching your ass, his tongue thrusting inside to taste your honey. He growled primitively, his breaths vibrating over your clit.

He could go on for hours if you let him, feasting on your cunt and doing incredible tongue tricks just to see you lose yourself in pleasure.

“Pl—ease…ha~” you trembled, your voice strained from the toe-curling orgasm he’d given you.

With a husky moan, he gently flung you back into bed, onto that sea of fur covers, his large bulk crushing you with this delicious, heavy warmth and scent. You sighed with happiness and stretched your legs wider. He leaned over you, his cock thrusting up from between his broad thighs, already dripping seed.

His hands robed over your body, caressing your legs, belly and your breasts. You arched against him, whining when his leaky cock pressed against your entrance. He toyed with your nipples and leisurely rubbed his cock across your slit, his massive shaft appearing inhumanly large in comparison to your little human hole.

“Want my big bear to fuck me,” you whispered, fingers reaching down to open the outer lips of your pussy. “Pretty please?”

He whined and pushed the blunt cockhead a tiny bit inside. “How can I deny you, love?”

“Yessss,” you moaned, wiggling your waist. You were half-dazed with pleasure and you craved every inch of him inside you.

The spark in his eyes told you he was barely holding back. He was always so gentle despite his raw desire for you.

“Easy. Look at you,” he drawled, eyes on your pretty cunt, spread by his cockhead. “Every inch of you… mine, open and soft for me.”

“Come on, no more looking,” you warned. “Inside. Need you inside. All of you.”

A gentle roll of his hip, a little wiggling from you and he was inside, every inch of him buried in your depths. He was so deep you could feel him throbbing in your bellybutton, his balls crushed against your bum. You clutched his biceps, let out a gentle pants at the thick girth spreading your hole. You felt full, but not uncomfortably so. You’d learned to take him, to accommodate his hybrid cock.

“Good girl,” he drawled, his tongue plunging into your mouth.

Tongue down your throat, he fucked you, pounded into you in deep, unhurried thrusts. He kissed you as if he was starving, as if you were the only precious person he’d spent his entire life searching for. Which was entirely true. His hands cupped and kneaded your tits, his breath warm on your mouth.

Pleasure hit you again, and you sobbed mutely, your fingers tangling in his furred shoulders as he continued to claim you, his magnificent cock pumping in and out of your slick cunt. You heard his feral grunts and the squelching sounds of your bodies colliding. Two more thrusts and he exploded, loads of cum filling you up. He spurted for several minutes, your cunt overflowing with hot seed.

“Pretty, so damn pretty,” he roared. “Good mate, taking my cock and my seed. It drips so beautifully down your thighs.”

“Too much! It always is,“ you whined, feeling the final spurts of his release.

“Oh, that’s nothing.” His eyes had that dark hungry gleam, one that told you he wasn’t done with you. “Let’s see just how much more you can take, mate, ‘cause I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

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[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Update 27 Nov 23

Ko-Fi thing

You can call me Nyarla, I guess.

Or "Yo She-Bitch." Either's cool.

Soooo I figured I might need to make one of those MASTERLIST things because I cannot stop writing (which is the most amazing feeling ever when I've been in a writer's block for months).

It's just One Piece Live Action right now, but as my confidence increases I might post some of my other fandom work.

I'm Open for Requests for OPLA fics and headcanon. Primarily Character X FemaleReader, but I'm flexible.

I do reserve the right to not write every single request that is asked, since I am human and my abilities do have limitations, but I swear I will try.

I'm not squeamish about much of anything, so don't refrain. I'll always post any necessary ⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️ right here with the links.

I'm always open to requests for Shanks, Mihawk, Zoro, and Sanji. Possibly also Buggy, Luffy, Usopp, Koby, and Helmeppo, but I haven't written them much, so please bear with me if it takes me a bit to respond.

Honestly please bear with me if it takes me a while to respond to Asks/Requests in general because I get really nervous about getting them perfect.

Some things about the weirdo that's writing this shit can be found here

Masterlist

The Lovely Alphabet (NSFW)

Sanji

Zoro

Shanks

Mihawk

Dialog I Presently Have No Use For

(But might eventually) (basically mini dialogue-centric fics that may make there way into something else later or might not)

01 Get Out

02 Can We Keep Her?

03 What Happens in Loguetown

04 Coffins and Coping Mechanisms

05 Kitty

06 Send Help

07 Pep Talk

08 Death Wish

09 Oh No Not Again

10 Shanty Time!

11 No Sleep

12 The Throngler™

The Best Boys

First Kiss

Material Boys (NSFW)

I Don't Even Know Music Or Something?

Ooooh...Kinky ;D (NSFW)

In the Kitchen

HAMMERED

Because I Got High

Whoops

Short Stuff

Hobbies

ABCs of Kink (NSFW)

D is for Dominance (First Kiss sequal)

P is for Public Blacksmith's Daughter Part 1 . . . Part 2 . . . Part 3

Mihawk

Your Scars Are Mine (NSFW)

(Trigger Warnings for Self-Harm, Blood, Implied PTSD)

Ch. 1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3

Ten Years (unofficial sequel to YSAM) (NSFW)

Mood Swings (mostly SFW headcanons)

Hearing Problems (NSFW eventually)

Guess this is important

All OC Face Claims and Character Sheet Links

Ch.1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3 . . . Ch. 4 . . . Ch. 5 . . . Ch. 6 . . . Ch. 7

Sanji

Late Night Chats

X plus-sizeReader Headcanons (NSFW)

Tongue Ring headcanons

Zoro

Strawhat Stowaway Ch. 1 . . . Ch. 2

Shanks

Redhead suppremacy (sfw headcanons)

!!COMIMG SOON!!

(...I hope)

(Some titles subject to change)

Tongue Ring (F is for Food Play)

Blacksmith's Daughter part 2 (P is for Public, ABC's of Kink)

O is for O Denial

B is for Brat Tamer

[whirlwindimagines]

‘When you’re lost in the universe, don't lose faith’

a/n: Not requested! This is a sequal to 'In the moment where lost and found’, I just want to be by your side.’ Nobody asked for this but I wanted it lol i had written both pretty much back to back, only this took some time. its almost 2000 words! Title is a lyric from Hand of God by Jon Bellion

Edit: I AM SO DUMB? Why didn’t I finish the last paragraph?

You don't know why you are surprised when you wake up to an empty room, at first a deep sadness settles into you, and then anger. Ripping the blankets off and ignoring the pain that flares up in your shoulder you rush out of the room and down a flight of stairs. 

Slamming your hands on the hotel front desk you startle the man behind said desk. “Blonde guy with a red coat, where is he.” Your tone leaves no room for argument, as the man looks at you shocked. The moment stretches out too long, and you lean forward getting into the guy's face. “Well?” you snap at him, which makes him move. 

“Erm... I guess this is for you then.” The hotel clerk hands you a sheet of paper, which you yank out of his hands, turning around to read the contents. 

‘Y/n… I'm sorry. I can't keep my promise to you, it's better this way to part now before you get seriously hurt because of me. Bad things happen around me, and I care about you too much to let me be your downfall. You deserve better, we’ll see each other again one day! But for now, it's goodbye, I’m sorry that I'm too much of a coward to tell you all this in person, but you know I've always been better at running away.’ 

You began to shake either out of anger or something else, how dare he make this decision for you! You wanted to travel with him, the risk meant nothing to you. Stuffing the note in your coat pocket, you turned back to the clerk who flinched at the deadly look in your eyes. “How long ago did he leave this?” 

“The sun just began to rise, so not even an hour ago!” The clerk said, his eyes darting towards the front door. You called out a ‘thanks’ while you rushed out of the hotel, how far could get in an hour? Pretty far, you tracked the whole damn desert if you had to just so that you could wring his pretty neck. If he was sorry for leaving you, he’d be really sorry once you found him.

Thus began the search, you asked any person you came across if they had seen even a hint of Vash’s red coat. You had a feeling Vash wouldn't leave town, no he would make sure you were okay and had some footing and a plan. Because even if he was a coward, he wouldn't leave you in danger. 

You just kept asking people, some pointed you in the right direction and others were wild Thomas chases. Morning turned to afternoon and then to dusk. Frustrated with yourself and Vash you sat down on a bench head in your hands. He would be gone by morning; you knew it deep down. Leaning back to look at the sky, you could feel yourself began to cry. Wiping your eyes harshly you stood. Damn him! Shoving your hands in your pockets, you fisted the material of the note he left you bringing it out. Maybe there would be a clue.

You flipped it over, eyes widening it was a receipt for a Sand steamer. It was a stretch, but you ran to the station hoping that he would be there. Why haven't you looked at that before, shaking your head, it didn't matter you need to move before you ran out of time. 

Making it to the station you looked around frantically. 

You’ve finally spotted the telltale sign of a red coat, without thinking you rush forward grabbing a fistful of said coat with your hands and yanking back hard. You hear Vash yell out startled, as he hits the sand ass first. He looks up at you as if he’s seen a ghost, it's much more like he's looking at one very pissed-off demon.

You stare down at him, hands shaking at your side. He has the gull to look shameful, he then looks away unable to hold your glare. Vash sits up placing his arms over his knees and his head hanging. He looks small, so unlike the man you're used to. It pains you, but you're going to have to hurt him to get him to understand. 

“You left.” 

“I know.”

Silence, you were tired of silence of unsaid words, you’ve had enough. “I got hurt, and it was your fault. Is that what you want to hear? That your right, I’ll probably continue getting hurt because of you. Because someone always going to be chasing you, and I'm making myself a target?” Your tone was harsh, and he flinched not picking his head up. 

“But you know what you hurt me.” Your voice broke, and it caused him to look up to meet your gaze. “You're hurting me right now because you're shutting me out. You think leaving is going to protect me” He doesn’t say anything to you, he just holds your gaze and you can see the tears begin to pool in his eyes. 

“Well, it's not!” you snap, God you’d just wish he’d say something, yell at you get mad something! “I'm going to get hurt again, and you're going to get hurt as well. And you know what? I’m not leaving!” You took a step closer towering over him, maybe you were being too cruel. You needed him to understand, it was you and him till the end of the line no matter what happened between then and now. 

You watched as he clenches his fist, he looks at you sharply pushing his glasses up to rest on top of his head, you watch his tears fall and you ignore the pang in your chest. “I’m scared!” Vash finally snaps at you; his tone is cold but you're just glad he's talking. “I'm scared, that I won't be enough and that I’ll lose you like I've lost everyone else!” he ends the statement with a sob into his hands, “I'm never enough, and I can't let you suffer because of it.” 

Your gaze softens and you drop to your knees in front of Vash, you gently grab his wrists to pull them away from his face. You hold his tearful gaze, with a tearful one of your own. “I’m scared too.” You whisper, dropping his wrists and leaning forward to pull him into a hug your arms resting around his neck and cradling his head in your chest. “But I would rather be scared together than apart.” His arms wrap around you suddenly he pulls you impossibly close and sobs. You hold him as tightly as you can, hoping to convey everything to him. 

“You’re such a crybaby,” you say it as if tears aren’t steaming down your own face, Vash laughs it’s small and way too watery but it’s something. “You’re crying too.” You let out a huff, you continue to hold him as you both cry. 

“Ya know maybe I want to protect you too? Ever think about that?” You muttered as you rest your cheek on top of his head, the silence stretched out, you were just glad to have him in your arms. You shivered as the night air settled over you, Vash squeezed you before dropping his arms and leaning back to look up at you. 

“Why?” His voice was small, you smiled cupping his face in your hands. “Because that’s what you do for the people you love right?” Your words settled over the two of you, a risk, a chance, a choice. You held his face lightly letting him have a chance to pull away, his next actions would determine everything. 

His blue eyes became impossibly wide, and they filled with more tears. You knew you were fully crying at this point as well, but you needed to give Vash a chance to figure things out for himself. So, you waited, and your hands begin to shake as the silence continued. 

It happened in a flash, but Vash stood pulling you up along with him, both on your feet he grabbed your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, he looked into your eyes and gave you such a bright smile you knew everything would be okay. “You love me?” he asked it quietly, his voice filled with hope. 

You step forwards, to be closer to him. “Yes.” His hands shook, he begins to pull back “It's not safe.” Your own grip on his hands tightened, to keep him in place. “Vash look at me, as long as we’re together nothing else matters. We’ll figure it out. Okay? But God Vash, I love you and I don't want to be apart from you for even a second.”

Your confession was like a trigger for him, Vash pulled you towards him you let out a light shriek as he wrapped his arms around you and begin to twirl with you. “You love me!” Not a question this time, but a loudly proclaimed statement, he continued to spin you until he lost his footing and the both of you toppled to the ground. He managed to break your fall as you landed on his chest. 

“You love me...” you laughed, picking your head up to meet his gaze, “Yes I think we’ve established this.” 

“I... I love you too.” Vash whispered it so softly as if he was still afraid to admit it, it was real now. You both knew there would consequences, but at the moment the thought was far away. He was still scared and you were as well. Your future with Vash was unknown and dangerous, this was a risk for both of you a chance to get hurt, but it was your choice to love him and you would with everything you had. 

You sat up looking down at him, as he only stared at you eyes wide and filled with warmth. You smiled leaning down and you placed a gentle kiss on his beauty mark below his eye. You leaned back, but before you could get too far Vash reached out and placed his hand behind your head to bring you back down to him.

Your lips were only inches apart as he stared at you, a question in his glance and a shyness to his movements. “I want to kiss you.” 

“The feelings mutual.” You replied closing the distance, the angle was awkward. And you were sure Vash could not be comfortable on the ground, but all the same, it was perfect. 

You pulled back, but not before placing another soft kiss upon his lips, you could do this forever and you would never tire of the feeling of his lips on yours. You helped Vash sit up, “can you say it again?” He couldn’t hold your gaze when he asked. His voice was so small, right then and there you decided you were going to spend every day showing Vash how much you love him.

Smiling gently, and leaning in to rest your forehead to Vash’s you spoke quietly into the night 

“I love you, Vash.” You laughed as you watched his face heat up with an obvious blush. You didn't know what tomorrow would hold for you too, it could be peaceful it could be dangerous but you would face it together. He helped you stand; you didn't let him get too far away as you gripped his hand. Leaning in for another kiss, you knew that at this moment it would always be worth it to love Vash and him you.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I loved your Toxic jealous Gojo.

I was wondering if I could request how their first Valentine would be like.

Or

Gojo x chubby reader. Reader feels insecure about her weight as she sees beautiful, skinnier women who would be a better fit for Gojo getting too close to Gojo. Both were shopping for clothes for their Valentine’s date or something.

Darling, flattery will get you everywhere around here 💙 but I've been working on something really special as a sequal to Sooner or Later, and I'm going to hold off on sharing it for just a little bit longer ;) thank you for enjoying it though!

Now, as for that Chubby!Reader x Gojo prompt you got there, I think youre onto something!

Now Presenting....

Starring Satoru Gojo X Chubby!Reader

Historically speaking, You had never been a big fan of clothes shopping. It made you hyper aware of your body in ways that made you want to crawl out of your skin. But, this time was different. This time, you were with your boyfriend, shopping for a new outfit for your first Valentine's day together. And with him hyping you up in quite literally everything you wore and-and here's the important part- actually meaning it, the experience wasn’t that bad. 

At least, it hadn’t been. That was until you found yourselves at your favorite store. Your favorite store that just so happened to be fucking packed that day. Gojo must have sensed your sudden unease, as he hooked his arm in yours and gave you a gentle but encouraging smile. “I got a good feeling about this one, I think we’re gonna find the perfect fit!” He smiled, always the optimist. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“I think you might be right.” You smiled as you walked in with him. Almost instantly a drop dead gorgeous sales assistant came over, maneuvering her skinny waist through the crowd. 

“Hi!” she chirped,  batting her long lashes at Satoru. Fuck. you thought, Here we go again. “My name's Clarissa, can I help you today?” she purred, standing closer to your boyfriend than she needed to. He took a step back.

“No thank you,” He smiled politely, holding you closer, “I’m just here shopping with my Girlfriend.” You’d always be thankful for Gojo’s awareness. You smiled at her and waved. Clarissa looked at you like you had four heads and a tail. Or, more accurately, a few extra pounds and a handsome boyfriend.

“Well, if you need anything, and I mean anything at all, let me know!” She smiled. You  felt violent, but walked away, boyfriend in arm, before you could act on any of it.

“Well that was ridiculous.” Gojo muttered, “Who flirts with someone who's clearly spoken for?”

“No clue.” You muttered, knowing exactly who would. The kinda person that thought that they were hotter than the significant other. The kind of person confident in their ability to break up the relationship. 

“Um, Hi!” You heard an unfamiliar voice call out. You and Gojo looked over to see another patron trying to get his attention. MotherFUCKER you thought. This girl would look more at home on a runway than in a department store. 

“Um, hi?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side curiously. 

“I was just wondering, are you doing anything for valentines day? Cause,”

“He’s doing me.” You said coldly, trying to figure out where these bitches got off flirting with your boyfriend in front of you. She looked more than shocked at your words, and not for the vulgarity of them.

“You’re dating her? Really?” The girl scoffed in disbelief. 

“I am.” Gojo said firmly, “And you can talk to her about it, instead of acting like she doesn’t exist.”

“I don’t want to talk to her anyway, Love,” You said, using the pet name with authority, “Rude assholes are rarely good conversationalists.”

“Oh, I’m the rude one” The woman scoffed, “Listen to yourself!” she said, because of course she did. You couldn’t win. If you were quiet and kept to yourself, you must not have loved him enough to fight for him. If you spoke up and got rightfully upset, then you were treated like a mad cow in more ways than one. 

“Come on Darling, let’s not waste anymore time here.” Gojo muttered, pulling you away from the situation. “People sure are bold today, huh?” He sighed to you as the two of you looked through a dress rack.

“I think it’s because valentine's day is in like, two days.” You said, “People are getting desperate.”

“Maybe, bu-hey!” Gojo cut himself off, his eyes lighting up as he pulled a gorgeous red dress off the rack. “What about this one? It would look stunning on you!” It looked tight. You suddenly became aware of your body again.

“Oh, I don’t know ‘Toru..” you muttered.

“Will you try it on?” He asked, “Really, I think this dress is perfect.” He smiled. You looked into his dazzling blue eyes, and sighed. You knew you were going to give into him. He was like a puppy, excited to go for a car ride. How could you say no? 

“Of course Satoru.” You smiled, taking the dress from him and making your way to the dressing rooms. You were reluctant to leave him alone while you went in, but you trusted your boyfriend. You slipped into the new dress and felt..well, conflicted. The dress was dazzling! Its hem ended at the perfect length to make your legs look long, the neckline made your chest look phenomenal and it hugged your curves in all the right places.

But that was part of the problem, wasn’t it? It hugged your thighs, your hips, your stomach. You hadn’t been so hyper aware of your body in a long time. But, seeing all of those beautiful girls, all thinner than you, fawning over your boyfriend, well…it would make anyone feel insecure. You suddenly felt like any of them could take him from you. Like you didn’t deserve him. Like he deserved better, prettier than you. 

You tried to push those thoughts out of your mind as you left the dressing room. That didn’t last long though. You saw Gojo waiting for you, staring off into space as no less than 3 absolutely drop dead gorgeous women talked at him. It didn’t phase him. He could literally have any woman he wanted in the whole world. So why were you forcing him to stay with you? Why keep him locked down when he could do so much better?

It was then Gojo finally looked to the dressing rooms and saw you. His eyes lit up like a christmas tree and a smile that could melt even the coldest heart broke across his face. He broke away from the gaggle of now confused girls and rushed to get his hands on you, placing his hands on your hips. “I knew that dress was going to look amazing on you, but fuck y/n I didn’t know it was going to look that good on you! I’m hardly going to be able to keep my hands off of you.” He teased softly, giving you a quick kiss.

It was then that it hit you, like a bag of bricks slamming against your head. He didn’t look bored because he was just that used to beautiful women talking to him, or because he could have whoever he wanted. He looked bored because none of those women were you. Because he fully could have any woman he wanted, and he wanted you. And suddenly, your heart melted.

“Well that's the plan, isn’t it?” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. For just a moment, your body issues were pushed back to the back burner, replaced by your love for the sorcerer before you. 

“Hell yea it is,” He chuckled, stealing another kiss. “So this is the dress then?” He asked. You smiled proudly as you nodded.

“I think it is.”

[sagemoderocklee]

My Home is Your Home (8/8) Chapter Eight: Stay Event: @puregaalee Presents: WIP Your Heart Out Artist: @roarshackle Word Count: Fandom: Naruto Pairing: GaaLee, mild ShikaTema, mentions of NejiTen, past LeeSaku Characters: Gaara, Rock Lee, Kankuro, OCs, Tenten, Haruno Sakura Warnings: past major character death, ghosts, sleep paralysis, past conservatorship Summary:

It had always been Rock Lee: the shadow at the foot of his bed, the presence in his apartment, the haunting across the eighth floor. If only he'd known, maybe then he wouldn't have fallen for Lee.

A/N: Well, here we are at the end. Can't believe this fic is done less than a year later. Unexpected, but refreshing! And if you enjoyed this fic, stick around for the sequel! I don't have any exact dates for it, but maybe sometime next year!

I want to thank everyone for reading and commenting, and I especially want to give a huge thanks to my artist, once again. @roarshackle 's art is absolutely incredible and they were such a huge source of motivation for me to get this fic done through many personal difficulties both health related and general writing confidence issues.

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Stress Relieve 2

Hunter x Nervous Mess f!Reader

Warnings: Smutty sequal to another smutty fic, fingering, kissing, dirty talk, signs of possible anxiety, protected PiV (wrap it irl), accidental cumming, overstimulation if you squint, a lot of fluff inbetween the smut, not yet proof read Lmk if I missed any! ❤

Summary: Hunter helps you learn to relax and calm down by focusing all of your nervous energy on something else

A/N: I am not dead. My brain is just a mess! This was supposed to go up yesterday as a celebration of my 1 year ficaversary for my first fic Stress Relieve! But shit happens and therefore it's here now. You don't need to read the first fic to understand this one, but this one does jump straight into where the first one left off, so...

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The evidence of the phenomenal work done on you, still lingered on Hunter's tongue as it once more requested entrance to your mouth. A request you happily gave in to.

And though this man had just given you the most incredible orgasm ever imagined, he still wasn’t done with his work.

With one hand resting by your head, keeping him positioned right above you, the other hand wandered down to the apex of your thighs, continuing the work of his tongue. His fingers began teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves, before sliding down to your entrance.

Though he wouldn’t reward you with the sensation of penetration just yet. Instead, he kept teasing right by the entrance, then went back to your clit to run a few more circles on it. It was torturous and Hunter smiled against the kiss while swallowing all of your desperate whimpers.

Your own hands began roaming Hunter's upper body, enjoying the lack of armor blocking his features. Though there was still a layer of fabric separating the two of you, Hunter’s blacks were so skin tight they left little to the imagination. 

With your fingers, you traced from Hunter’s luscious hair to his perfectly sculpted jawline, down his thick neck connecting to a pair of broad shoulders. From there on, one hand continued down the strong bicep keeping this gem of a man hovering over you, feeling every last fiber of his muscles through the shirt.

Your other hand continued down his shapely shoulders and towards his lean back, before making its way across his slim waist and up towards his chest, making a mental map over every dip and curve of his body.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hunter teasingly asked, while breaking the passionate kiss for air.

“I’d enjoy it more if you stopped your teasing and finally fucked me,” you shot back, while your hips buckled up towards the palm of his hand. 

Just as the words had left your lips, the knot in your stomach, that Hunter had so expertly untangled, returned. And instantly you were filled with nervous energy, doubts and fears that you might’ve gone too far.

Hunter must’ve noticed this change, as one of his fingers finally dipped inside of you, while his lips graced your neck in the most wonderful way. “So needy for me… Who am I to deny you, then?” He mumbled comfortingly against your neck, making the sudden fear subside slightly.

Another finger joined the first one inside of you and together they both curled in that delicious way, where they hit that hard-to-reach spot.

You arched back into the bed with a loud moan, which Hunter used to his advantage. His mouth moved from your neck to your chest, sucking and biting the delicate skin around your nipples.

“K-kark, Hunter…” You moaned, your hands having left their mission of mapping every inch of his body, in order to grab onto the sheets of the bed instead.

Hunter flicked his tongue on your sensitive nipple in response, causing you to loudly cry out of pleasure.

His fingers were working you relentlessly, quickly building up another orgasm. Another finger joined the first two, stretching you out in the most delicious way, while his thumb found purpose, rubbing circles on your clit.

With a loud ‘pop’, Hunter released your nipple. “So wet for me, mesh’la. You make such wonderful sounds… Go ahead, cum for me one more time and I’ll finally give you what you’re craving.” He promised, his cock throbbing against your thigh in anticipation.

After that, the clone diverted his attention to your other breast, giving it the same amount of love as the first one.

It didn’t take long for the second orgasm to come crashing. With nothing but his fingers, Hunter managed to once again untangle the messy knot of nerves that resided in your stomach. 

Your walls clenched tightly around his fingers, as your hips thrusted into him and every muscle in your body flexed. You were biting your lower lip to just somewhat keep the noise down, as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

The orgasm felt like it lasted forever and yet not long enough. Not that that was a problem, knowing what was to come next.

“By the force, Hunter… I knew you were good with your fingers, but that? That was a whole new level,” you praised with a sigh, as you finally came down from your second intense orgasm.

Once again, Hunter crawled back to hover over you and gave you a tender kiss. “I bet it’s nothing compared to how you taste and feel,” he responded, before placing his soaked fingers on your swollen lower lip. “Here, taste it yourself.”

You happily complied and allowed his fingers entrance. You sucked his fingers clean of your private nectar, all while maintaining eye contact with the enhanced clone. Something that appeared to turn him on even further, if that was even possible.

Releasing his fingers, you leaned in to kiss him while grabbing onto the edge of his shirt. You began tugging at it, having suddenly grown impatient and needy for his cock.

“Enough of this, give me the real deal.” You were shocked by not only your own sudden bluntness, but also at how the stressful knot did not return at it. This was the first time since joining the men on their adventures, that you were able to speak your mind and not instantly regret it in panic.

“Your wish is my command,” Hunter jokingly made a courteous bow - as well as one could while still being seated - and quickly pulled off the top half of his blacks. 

Your eyes were glued to his muscular torso, tracing along the details only your fingers had been able to explore so far. And they traced all the way down to where the lower part of his blacks was covering him up. Not one to wait any longer, you greedily grabbed the waist of the pants and pulled them down to expose his private member.

A look of absolute amazement painted across your face, as his cock sprung out, weeping precum from the neglect it had faced all night. Though average in length, it had a girth to it that would make even the most promiscuous adventure gasp.

With that, a new fear instantly grew inside of you, though was voiced out loud just as quickly: “Are you sure it’ll fit?”

Hunter trapped your chin between his thumb and his index finger and tilted your head upwards to look him in the eyes. His beautiful, brown eyes, filled with care and reassurance complimented by a comforting smile.

“As long as you’re willing to go along with this all the way, then I know it’ll fit. I just need you to relax.” He assured and moved his hand to cup your cheek in the most adoring way possible.

With an affirming nod you nuzzled into his palm, but Hunter reminded you once again that just nodding wasn’t enough. “Y/N, you know I need to hear you say it out loud.”

It felt like your heart was going to burst. This man had been so considerate and gentle with you, straight from the confrontation of your nervous behavior of late, through every step of your new arrangement and now, even with his own cock weeping for attention, he was willing to stop it all at the slightest sign of discomfort or hesitation with you.

“Hunter, you amazing, incredible, considerate man… Yes, I want to go all the way with you, I trust you completely with every ounce of my being. Now please fuck my brains out,” you said, your tone so sugary sweet through the whole thing, it was hard to believe you ended it in such filthy ways.

That was all it took for Hunter to lead you both to lie down again, while kicking off the rest of his clothes. With his hand still resting on your cheek, caressing it while kissing you, his other hand traveled once again down between your legs to gather up your arousal and release. Then once he had gathered enough, he began pumping his cock, using your juices to lubricate it.

“Remember, just relax.” He reminded you, as he lined his head up with your entrance, after sliding it through your folds a couple of times to pick up some extra slick.

Hunter was careful while pushing in, making sure that he wasn’t going too fast or making it too painful. Meanwhile, he would kiss and nibble on your ear while whispering praises to you. 

Everytime you winced or showed any sign of discomfort, he would stop and wait for you to give the go-ahead for him to continue. It felt like it took him forever to be fully sheathed, though he made sure every second of it was filled with bliss and sweet nothings.

Forehead pressed against yours, Hunter was already breathing heavily at the sensation of being inside of you. “Told you it would fit,” He gloated with a satisfied smirk, before doing a small wiggle with his hips to tease you. “Though it is a tight squeeze, I suppose.”

“Only because you’re so big,” you shot back.

Your hands traveled up to play with his hair and tease his neck, while pushing him down to make your lips meet again. Once you were fully adjusted to his size, you did something unexpected - you pushed Hunter to the side while tumbling over on top of him, so now you were on top of him.

Hunter didn’t seem to mind though. No, he had a rather impressed look on his face at you suddenly taking charge. 

His hands found home on your hips as you began to move, helping guide you for the most satisfying experience for the both of you. 

You felt full. Complete and utter full in the most delicious way. Hunter stretched you out completely, reaching parts you didn’t even know existed. And all of it felt amazing. Even more so, when he began moving his hips in rhythm to yours, reaching new depths and creating an entirely new sensation for you.

As much as you wanted to keep eye contact, to watch this wonder of a man beneath you, the satisfying sensation was too much for you to handle and your eyes rolled back into your head, forcing your head to tilt backwards.

Hunter's grip on your hips tightened to a bruising one, as he grunted through his moans. “Kriff mesh’la, you feel too good. Can’t hold on too much longer,” he gritted through his teeth, every word sounding restrained. 

You were about to respond that he didn’t have to hold it in, that he had already given you two orgasms and it was alright for him to allow himself the pleasure of reaching one himself. You really were. 

But before you could do so, Hunter displayed some of his incredible strength when he pulled you off him and changed position. Now you were lying face down ass up in the bed and Hunter was right behind you. 

His cock slid through your folds a few times again before completely sheathing itself inside of you with no trouble. 

This caused you to make the most lewd noise you had ever heard, the feeling so intense you nearly went cross eyed. Not that you had much time to savor it, before Hunter began pounding into you at a relentless pace.

One hand traveled up your body and pulled you up to lean against him, while the other found home rubbing hard circles on your clit. He was pulling all the moves to get another orgasm out of you before he’d let himself go, teasing your nipples, working your clit, kissing, sucking, biting and licking every sensitive part he could reach.

What he didn’t know was your undoing, was his grunts. His raspy, low, sexy voice grunting right into your ear as he worked you like his life depended on it. It was the most mouth-watering, clit throbbing, ovary shattering sound you could ever hear.

Your head lulled back against his shoulder, as tears began forming in your eyes from the pure bliss. Your hands grabbed onto his biceps, nails leaving clear marks in their wake. 

You bit your now very bruised lower lip to keep yourself from being too noisy, but Hunter quickly grabbed your chin to free your lip.

“Don’t do that,” he growled into your ear, adding another element of pleasure on the already overstimulating sensations you were being put through. “Let me hear how much you like it.”

“Hunnn-ter!” You howled, your tone a few octaves low from a scream. “I’mmm… Cumminng!” 

The intensity of this third orgasm hit you harder than you thought possible. It didn’t help that you felt hot ropes shoot inside of you, filling you up even further while painting your walls white.

Your whole body was shaking as wave after wave came crashing over you, refusing to let this new high go already. Even after Hunter pulled out and collapsed exhausted and sweaty next to you, it took you a moment or two before coming down again. 

Both yours and Hunters release was running down your thighs, when your body finally let the intensity go. You collapsed next to Hunter, who was still panting loudly from the experience.

“I’m sorry,” He muttered after finally catching his breath.

“For what? That was amazing!” You replied, sitting up to look at the mess of a man he had become. You might’ve been shivering and shaking all over from this, but Hunter was completely disheveled. His bandana had fallen down and was resting around his neck by now. His long, curly hair was clinging onto the thin layer of sweat on his forehead for dear life. You had never seen him so worn out before, not even from workouts or battles.

“I came inside you. Didn’t mean to, was gonna pull out, I swear,” he explained, opening one eye to look at you. “But I got too caught up in the moment, got too rough and came inside without permission. For that, I’m sorry.”

Now it was your turn to end the session with a tender, loving kiss on the others lips. You were affectionately caressing his cheek, before lying down half-way on top of him. Your head was resting on his chest, listening to his still rapid heart beat trying to calm itself. “‘S alright. I still really enjoyed it and there’s not any real harm done, I promise.”

The exhaustion from yours and Hunters stress relief experiment hit the both of you at the same time and before long you ended up spending the rest of your day sleeping. A wonderful way to end a wonderful experience.

Dividers by: Unknown and @djarrex

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✦. Stray: sequal

Sukuna Ryomen

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Requested by: @00aw

"Don't get so shy, you might start making me feel bad"

Summary: you got picked up from the streets by sukuna, who insisted to spend the night with a beautiful woman like you.

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Your head was pounding and heart racing as he had his arm slung around your waist. Gently leading you through the streets.

The bright lights almost blinding you, and the smell of cheap perfume that lingered the air had started to make you feel anxious.

You couldn't help but feel like he was mistaken with who he picked to spend the night with. Compared to the beautiful women around you bustling through the night you were wearing a simple pair of jeans and a plain graphic tee.

He sensed how tense you were from the light regression in taking steps forward, "sweetheart are you getting nervous? I wont bite y'know" he tried soothing you. Finally looking back at him with slightly wide eyes you coupdnt stop the thought coming into your mind.

He was just so pretty to you. messy hair slightly covering his ear and nape, few buttons undone from his shirt, and a fitted pair of dress pants

He looks too good to be true.

"Don't stare too much, you might make holes in my face" he chuckled with a gritty voice. A small mumble of sorry left your mouth as you started to face down looking at you shoes.

"Don't get so shy, you might start making me feel bad"

You looked up with a weak smile tryna ease the moment.

He had now taken you into some motel of sort, which was in the quieter side of town.

A strange nervousness started forming in your stomach and you couldn't hold back the worried look on you face to form while he was booking a room for the both you.

"Come along darling, a pretty thing like you, might catch a cold standing out here for too long" he sullied his voice into your ear as you were brought into the elevator.

Dropping you at your floor, both of you got down slowly making your way towards the room. Opening the doors your focus was suddenly shifted to the large window across the room.

Almost hypnotised by it you walked closer leaning a bit in to take in the scene before you as much as you can

"Ya like it?"..."I heard girls like things like this" he continued after a small pause. Making his way towards you, he trapped you between his arms. While facing the window and your back against his harder chest.

Strangely you could hear his heartbeat, it almost made him feel more humane.

Peppering you neck with kissed he began, "you don't have to be nervous, we can't take it slow" he lulled you.

I want to make this night, one you will remember forever.

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This will be the last part of the series "stray" thank you so much for reading and supporting this post.

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In This Life | Kyojuro Rengoku

Word Count: 5849

Setting: Rengoku x fem!reader, angst, pining, reconcilliation, modern AU, requested [first part] sequal to In Another Life, requested by the wonderful @holyeaglefanlawyer.

Content Warnings: SFW, we do mention death and depression.

Summary: Living the day to day in the modern world, the distinct whisper of a forgotten past that beckons his soul. The distant hum of a song time had forgotten, memories of another life lit in the depths of his heart. The longing for the girl, he had left behind guiding him through this modern world.

[Art work is not mine, all credit goes to the artist! The song utilized in this work is also "Sakura, Sakura", a Japanese folk song, and not mine either!}

You awoke to darkness, the waves of black claimed in the cloak of depths. Suffocating, and empty, a void that claimed you. Cultivated your soul. Lingered on the hairs on the back of your neck. The small tip of your heart, slow and irregular. Echoed in your ears. Ached, a burden that had become far too great to bear. The faint whisper of cold that nipped at the peaks of your flesh, your eyes had not left the touch of your fingertips. Gazed down at them, indifferent to the frigid touch of your skin.

Robbed of warmth, fading to the absence of life. The hands that he had once held. Eye lids heavy with grief as you wobbled forward. Your strength weakened by the days and weeks of neglect. No longer willing to persevere. The touch of color that had gathered at your fingertips, revealing the severity of your situation. Yet, for all that it was, and all that it had been. The weight of your heart, the burden of your shoulders, the lack of oxygen that filled your lungs felt a relief. No longer pained in existence, nor aware of the press of the heavy white kimonos that claimed you feature. The roll of your hair over your shoulder, only falling in strands as you gazed down at your fingertips. Cold. Empty. Vaguely conscious of the tears that fell into the palm of your hand. A wandering figure, a ghost of the woman you had once been sentenced to lament your loss. Blinded by your absence upon the fringe of existence, heedless of the growing possibility you would no longer resemble the Sakuya-hime he had adored, traded in for the skin of Okiku. If you had the energy, you would ponder how many years would pass in this state of bard before rejecting reincarnation, and succumb to the feminine rage of the woman before her, a onryo.  Yet, for all your suffering had been in the end, a shattered heart that deteriorated your body before you could greet your husband’s bed, death welcomed you like an old friend.

                Clasped its warm hands against your shoulders, the small quiver of its hold against your kimono. Tumbled, free of gore, and rattled your withering bones. Large calloused hands well-honed over years of swordplay, warm as a fire that greeted your flesh, revealed the depths of chill of your frame. Their hold, far tighter than you had expected from the shadows, the trembled despite their strength. Resolve that slipped through existence, captivated your shoulders and the panic that reverberated in your ears. Demanding, imploring to why you had arrived so soon—the catch of his voice drawing your eyes from your finger tip. Grieved to see him once again. Of all the souls who could have greeted you—why did it have to be him? The warmth of his eyes alit the cinders of flame. As vibrant as his breathing, as captivating as a winter hearth. To coil into his warmth as though you were children once more. Deep forked eyebrows that drew forward, and teeth that gritted anxiously. Kyojuro. The tremble of your heart beneath his fingers. How your tears tumbled down your cheeks. Your heart threatening to betray your hurt long suppressed by rage. Begged you to linger in his warmth, to fall into his arms, and confess all that your heart carried for the man, the touch of his uniform. Duty. Death. Sacrifice. All of it meant so little hear under the cloak of limbo, as empty as his sturdy hands that gripped your shoulders. The nails that dug into your kimono, kissed your flesh. Your separation as meaningless as the words he spilled before you, nor the ache of pleas at the base of his throat. Choked on a sob as he beseeched you, implored and begged, pushed you to go back. Insisted you still had time to greet your husband, to return to a man you had no affections for. Insisted you go, to run to a voice you could not recognize that begged for his beloved. Betray your heart once more for duty. For sacrifice. For death.

“Please, live a long life.”

Days that had turned to weeks of suppressed anguish, mourning a love that you had never the opportunity to cultivate. Grazes that you could only dream to pursue. Warmth that would fade to duty, that dared to urge you into the arms of another. Demanded for you to reclaim life. To live. Without him. Hours of distress, misery that had claimed your heath, and agony that had sorrowed your heart. Wretchedness had long since robbed you of your life. Duty had led him away, had demanded you to carry on despite the suffering that had ensued within your bones. Sacrifice, sacrifice had led him to death just as it had you. All of your sorrow, of your woe overlooked, struggled against the clasp of his palms against your shoulders. An undignified shrill of a scream, an eruption of all the grief your heart had borne, the raise of your hand. Guided by scorned love, anger that had dipped your soul jaded your emotions, and whispered vengeance. The raise of your hand, trembled against its own weight. To strike him as he had your love, the unblinking of his eyes as they met your own.  Accepting what blow you may inflict, long eyelashes that fell to yours. Sad. Distant. Knowing. Knowing. An assault you could not bear to inflict, left with little choice but to jerk your chin from his sight. Allow your hair to disguise the hurt you continued to carry, no longer willing to stay with in his graze. Feet that carried you forward, to pass him by as he had you. To no longer allow his touch to claim your senses, nor rob you of your dignity, of your worth.

Oblivious to the way, that he followed you into the dark.

Life felt like a blur. A listless edge of existence, passing moments as though smoke through fingers. Faint, and meaningless, and lacking warmth in his presence. A fade of memories, parents that welcomed to the world. Wobbly knees that gained in competence and practice. His mother’s lullaby, stark and distant despite how she tucked him to her breast. Laughter that lacked depth, days chasing peers on the playground. Unaware of the way his eyes lingered on each passing child, searching their gaze for familiarity. Always reaching out in the hopes that one day, a small hand would grasp his own. Friendships forged by his forced sunny position, the lucky few he could call true companions far and few between. Their presence, vague and grasped, familiar in a way that he could not describe. The small tender of heat when he first basked in Sumihiko’s smile. Distant memories, promises to always look ahead though he could not grasp them, struggled to comprehend their weight or meaning. Often found himself frustrated that he could not grasp the smoke that often faded, and the light scent of sakura blossoms that followed. Ached his heart as he struggled to breathe amongst a world that bore familiarities, all while remaining foreign to him. The late hours of kendo his only relief, the swings nostalgic in some way that he could not place into words. However, unlike the growing structures of buildings around him in places that his heart longed for foliage and fauna, the form came naturally to him. As though in some past life he had been bathed in hours of sweat, muscles strained and well adapted to hours of training, kendo was comforting. When the young man had made the university kendo team, his spirit had felt instant relief.  Relaxing at the grasp of the practice sword between his fingers, the effortless bend of his knees, and the fluid motions that rolled as effortless as the streams. The only moment in which his heart felt a small kindle, touched at the warmth of a fire that graced flint, sparks that longed to gain traction. The smile upon his lips genuine doomed to grow melancholy once more upon returning to the world around him. Where sunshine lacked the comfort of warmth. Though Tojuro walked amongst the day, and he smiled as any man his age did, it was in moments of quiet that his heart longed for a presence that he could not comprehend. In his life regardless of the efforts he put forward, the places he wandered, and the people he greeted, Tojuro Rengoku often felt that his grasps at happiness evaded his reach. Slipped through his fingers like smoke leaving him little more than to study the blooming callous at his fingertips.

                His feet could not carry him fast enough as he weaved through the passing of the ground. Shop keepers greeting customers, small children in their little hats and outfits ushered along like little ducklings to elementary school. Secondary girls giggled amongst themselves, discussing the latest fashion trends, and boys who were too involved in their own activities to think of love. Parents sending off their children to school, rushing to the market, and to places of employment. Elders that met for checkers, teachers preparing their materials for the day, and the distinct flow of traffic that buzzed around him, no today, Rengoku’s feet could not carry him fast enough. His kendo practice had run far later than he had intended, dreading to part from his swordplay for yet another day pushing the books, exams, and pencils. He swore he hardly knew what his university professors were talking about half of the time, his mind often distracting him. Drifting him away over small memories that could not quite take root, the blooming of the cherry blossoms this time of year had a way of captivating his senses, and spiriting him away to daydreams. His sunset eyes grazing the tree line above his head, shaded the sidewalks, and passerby. Delicate waves of pink petals that drifted into the breeze, released the gentle scent of floral notes. Greeted spring in a way that he never quite could, for as long as he could remember, the cherry blossoms had always weighed down his heart. As though he mourned the loss of winter beneath their blossoms. Threatened to slow his pace, a small lump that had begun to form at the base of his throat. Chided himself for once again being carried away by their sways beneath the gentle sunlight, he didn’t have time for this. Rengoku was already late enough as it was-- clasped his book bag to his side, and arched his dark forked-eyebrows. The swat of his morning workout ebbed at his brow, as his blonde hair fluttered in his stride. Unaware of the fallen flowers that had caught in his hair. The sound of his feet lost amongst the pavement, growing increasingly aware of the noticeable decline in peers his age. Later than he had imagined. Time for a short cut, he thought with a laugh. Allowing his body to weave into the side, hopping over various fences. His strides trailing through back yards. The flippant apology he left in his wake of startled grannies, and new mothers hanging laundry. Begged his sympathies over his shoulder as he maneuvered through the urban environment as he often did on late days. The last of structures to perform parkour within his sights, he would make it! He knew it! Confident in his stride, the grasp of metal beneath his fingertips, Tojuro bounded over the metal lining, his grin revealed his triumph.

                Celebrated far too soon. The Ishioka family had adopted a dog, Kotaro he presumed from Mrs. Ishioka’s squeal of shock. Her hair formerly pinned in a bun, disheveled from her attempts to catch the misnamed dog. That giant pupper was anything but small! Nor was it accustomed to Rengoku’s morning antics. The canine’s enthusiasm having caught her off guard, practically dragging her off of the veranda in a cry. Her apron muddled and now smeared, the early morning laundering caught in Rengoku’s escape--- Mrs. Ishioka yellowing out sincere apologies though it had been his own fault, and the small children giggling as they ran after their pooch. The tumble in the wrong direction having rolled him through a series of bushes, dragged him down the hill. Rolled him through snagged branches that caught his cheeks, leaves hitched to the crimson hues of his hairs. Strands standing at odd ends, only able to procure himself from the ground. The snap of branches revealing the trail he had created in his dissent, the reveal of barking awaiting his trek up the slope. His environment unfamiliar, yet nostalgic. A light breeze nestled against the sakura blossoms. Rattled petals that greeted the sky, the wistful scent tickling his nose fragrant and drawing a nagging feeling of recollection that drew him to his feet. Eyebrows furrowed, succumbing to wanderlust as he stepped forward. Welcomed by spring that danced along a path that had long been overrun with weeds and foliage. His crimson eyes lit by the early light of day peeking through long eyelashes. A plethora of life claimed the route, ivies that crawled over crumbled stone. Evergreens that asserted it’s grasp against abandoned stone lanterns. Caterpillars that emerged into the day, wiggled across luscious leaves, his fingers gently sweeping the plants from the structure beneath its clutches. Delicate in the way he unwound the vines, the toro beneath withered. Faded from the light of day, whispered dreams Rengoku had forgotten, teased at memories that could not be his own. Abandoned by time. The draw of darkened forked eyebrows as he followed the trail they guided into the valley. Hushed tales weaved across hidden stone paths, only the occasional stone lantern visible without assistance, as faded from view as the trajectory beneath his practiced steps. As though guided by ghosts, traces of winter and time littering the ground. Scars of pass years, of inclined weather, and neglect evident with each step. Unable to deny the confidence of his footing, the crumbling walk way tucked beneath the fallen sakura blossoms. Nostalgia captivating his thoughts, leaving him anxious and filled with melancholy. Unable to answer the comfort that the path brought him, as though he had been swept away to the land of dreams. Past glimpses that whispered to him, foggy and difficult to make out. Formed frustration in his pout as his eyes traced the blossoms that had begun to bud above him. The distant voice of singing whispered through his ears as though greeting his arrival. A siren’s song that tempted the dance of flowers. Drew fort the chill down his spine, summoned the faintest of blush to his cheek. Memories sweet and bitter as the winter’s snow threatened his heart. Formed the raise of the hairs at the base of his neck, shook his core. Lit the flame of his soul, and drew him forward. Delicate and tender, a temptress melody that threatened to send him to another time.

                Another life.

                The crush of air that met his lungs as he dashed up the stone path. Forgoing ceremony and tradition. “Sakura sakura,” bolted through the torii gates he had known, the path his in that life had tread. Guided by instincts, and practice, time had worn his surroudings, but could not dull his senses. Lured by ghosts, uttered prayers between peeked eyelashes. “noyama mo sato mo,” shy humming that hammered his chest. Robbed him of breath, the strain of weary muscles exhausted from his morning practice now forced to endure the incline of slopes. Figments of memory, the delicate silhouette of a woman bathed in the light of wisteria. “Mi-watasu kagiri”, far too enthralled in his search to acknowledged the middle age miko who’s hair had already greeted grays and the wrinkle at her brow. Nor aware of the ferocity of her grasp upon her broom as she called after him. His soul ablaze, the life that had evaded his spirit for so long within his grasp. The path way as clear as the day Rengoku had left your side, marred only by the fading years. Stone lanterns erected over passing blooming treas. Waves of purple, the wisteria grove. So close. “Kasumi ka kumo ka”. Faintly aware of the patter of water beneath his shoes. The temple erected from the surface of the pond, vibrant and warm. Blissfully unaware of the moss beneath his feet. Bounded over steps. To see the weaved baskets, the gathered blooms bathed in familiar violet once more. To bear witness to the red hakama that met with the white korosode in this life as it had in the last. “Asashi ni niou”, each step drawing him closer to a past he had forgotten. That he had abandoned—to gaze upon your doll like eyelashes, to see the song pour from small, delicately painted lips once more. A prayer his current form had carried for so long, to meet the woman who he had longed desperately for. “Sakura sakura” The opportunity to once again dedicate hours at your side. To bask in the warmth of your gentle smile, to listen to the softest of giggles. To share with one another what this life had brought you—together. “Hanazakari,” this life had likely provided the opportunity to explore. The realization drawing the kindle of his smile, dawning his joy. He could not wait to hear what a life outside the temple walls had gifted you. How his spirit had yearned for your touch, wondered if it was still bathed in the scent of wisterias. For your touch to be his, and his alone. “Sakura sakura” his insides reassuring him that it had been your prayers in the past life that had carried him here, and would reunite your bonds. A life gifted with the opportunity to year your hum of the softest lullabies into old age. To press his ear to your throat as you had sworn him so many years ago, to finally be lovers. “Yayoi no sora wa” To show you the world you dreamed of—together. To touch upon the reality of this modern world. To finally play amongst the flowers as though you were still children. To greet you upon a bed of wisteria. To have your fingers thread through his hair once more, to tease the loss of his ponytail in his current state. Dared to claim envied beauty.  To allow his body to burn in a way he could never before considered. Never allowed his past turbulent life the possibility. “Mi-watasu kagiri.” To meet your gaze. To cross the threshold his heart had always safeguarded. Stolen kisses born of flame and wisteria. Declare your lips his own. Boisterous and innocent pinkie promises he would fulfil in this life. “Kasumi ka kumo ka” to be so bold as to finally claim you as his bride. To painstakingly utter a prayer into your hair, to captivate you in an embrace that he had yearned for near a century. “Izaya izaya”. To touch upon a world that could finally be his own. To know the warmth of your lap in this form. To profess his love, to ensure you knew of his dedication. The dedication he had carried through the last life into this one, to profess his love into long hours of late nights over and over again. To know your cries of ecstasy, filled to the brim with his resolved. “mini yukan.”

                For the pinkie promise that had defied time.

                The pavilion that floated upon the water, erected on barriers that had maintained their integrity through the decades had been meticulously maintained. Nestled amongst sakura blossoms that met wisterias spirited to another world. Talisman cared for, the wood sparkled amongst the day light, affectionately tended to by the few miko that wandered the ground. Amber eyes that captivated the flame of another life, fallen between waves of orange and kindled reds swept over the structure. Rengoku’s heart growing heavy as his feet resisted to budge. You were. Just as you always were. Tucked amongst the blossoms where sakuras met wisterias, a vision of spring and warmth. The flutter of a dress that teased the wind, dared to flicker above the knee. A modern dress, though his aged bound heart had longed to see the delicate flesh in the past life found himself flushed. The touch of the high neck the fabric pleated adorably against the base of your throat, and the intricately weaved oatmeal sweater that met your shoulder blades. Shielded you from the chill of the early spring day, your hair adorned only a small embellishment of blooms that purred of your duties. Verified that the vision that stood before him. Your smile pressed between strained lips, weighed down as the hand that grasped your own.

The floral scent of wisteria tickled your nose familiar and comforting as it had always been. For as long as you could remember, your family had been the sole proprietors of the overlooked sanctum. Your ancestors had captivated the shrine through the passage of time, tales of passed down through the generations of love, of dedication, of sacrifice, and promises born of your blood. Though most of the burdens of the past had been alleviate in the modern world, your family as a whole upheld traditional standard. Duties that fell to you as the first and only born child of the priest. The expectations of carrying on a lineage and the weaving of talismans that admittedly, held onto a past that no longer seemed relevant in the present day. As well versed in their crafting as the prayers uttered in ceremonies, to the expectations that had been thrust upon you in your coming of age. Your eyes staring down at the hand that clasped your own. Aware of the gentle breeze that toyed with the strands of your hair, and danced amongst the petals that littered the pond sanctum. The tremble of the fingers that threaded through your own, captivated them, and claimed them beneath his hold. Recognized the tremble of your brow weighed down by duty as you studied his delicate skin. As tender as a petal, elegant in the pale tones. Fragile and unaccustomed to work, wealth that had followed him through the generations. His boots weighed against the wood flooring, proper in the way he conducted himself despite the daring grasp of his hands amongst your own. The bashful fumble of words, of affections and promises born of wisteria and sakura blossoms. Though he had spoken them so earnestly, and willingly, nor did you have reason to doubt his claims, you could not deny the weight of your breast. The way your eyes fell from his dark walnut curls well cared for and perfumed by gentle notes of citrus, soft tints of jasmine, and the hidden masculinity of sandalwood. The cologne as dainty and composed as the man that stood before you. The soft touch of his green sweater the sleeve that brushed against your fingertips the same color as the tea you had been served under the watchful gaze of your marriage broker. Eyelashes that resembled a doll’s that kissed at the edge of blessed aquamarine irises.  The heat of his cheeks, and the small press of a mole at the corner of his right eye, the adoration evident as he gazed down at you. Pressed lips, that had been so hesitant at your greeting. Having fumbled over his greeting, nearly spilt his tea cup stunned save for the murmurs of surprise that fell between his lips. Now far different than the bold claims before you. Whispers of a pass love, born of another life in which you had been dedicated to one another. Separated in death prior to your shared nuptials, illness having stolen you away from him. Far bolder than he had been at your first meeting, though the shy blush that formed at his cheek bones revealed his affections you had captivated at your fateful encounter.

                His confessions of a past life fuzzy, small recollections of a delicate man that whispered in the late hours of sleep. Robbed of joy, and succumbed to duty, though Daisuke Fujiwara stood before you now just as he did those many years ago, ready once more to pledge himself to you… something felt wrong. Just as it had then. In the distant hours of sleep, recollections that had plagued you upon meeting Daisuke for the first time, it was true. You had known him in a past life, and had been betrothed. The details… certainly lacked the romantic endeavors he lamented. Hearing his confession once more, clasped his cold fingers that delicately contained your own. You could not stop the falling of your heart. Nor the fumble of your eyebrows. You understood that he was the favor candidate for marriage, one that your father had selected amongst many would be suitors. Nor could you deny that the man was attractive, the young Fujiwara--- ah, he had asked you time and time again to drop such formalities if you were to wed… Daisuke was as eloquent as a blossoming bud that welcomed spring. Your mother had teased that Kichijoten, the goddess of beauty and happiness must have blessed his birth, and thus upon your parent’s reasoning, was a symbol of prosperity for your family and pending marriage. Yet, for all of the praise he had adorned, and the natural place at your side he had assumed, you heart plummeted to the bottom of the pond upon his proposal. Dread touched upon your shoulders, threatened to draw tears from your eyes. Though why, you could not understand, left only to trace the missing callouses of his hand.

                “[LN]!,” the voice of summer boomed. Shattered the serenity of the pond, melted the touch of winter of Daisuke’s fingers across your own. The unexpected intrusion catching the both of you surprise as though you had already accepted the title of lovers tucked away from sight. The guilty blush Daisuke bore, the confused touch of his eyebrows as his sea touched eyes found the entrance of the shrine. The toss of your hair, the distinct scent of warmth. The cooled embers of a fire, staunched smoke that captivated your senses. The orange Osmanthus that lingered upon your skin. The swirl of a bonfire perfumed upon the sanctum, tender notes of Japanese Red Cedar. Masculine and as bold as the man that stood before the sanctum bathed in sweat. The roll of his shoulders as he heaved, desperately grasping for air that threatened to evade him. The fork of his eyebrows startled, eyes that whispered the hues of fall, the tumble of maple leaves that transpired from the brightest of reds to the warmth of a persimmon. The swell of sunflower petals that masqueraded as the strands of his hair. His mane far shorter than you remembered, and yet the depth of red that met the ends of his hair as reminiscent as the Higanbana you had sent to his grave. The crushing sorrow that plowed your heart, shuttered your senses and recoiled your hand from Daisuke’s touch. Clutched your breast in distress, all too aware of the tears that tumbled down your cheeks.

The obvious distress drawing Fujiwara’s gaze. The spill of your words robbed your betroth of his own. Snubbed the defense that he had intended to impart. The fall of waves crashed against your skin as he appraised you, far startled to hear a name that he had known in a past life. The significance in which you shook, the grief that spilled between rouged lips, “K-Kyojuro.” Shattered memories pieced together, hissed bitterness that ebbed your spirit. Chained you to a fate you had not accepted. Yes, yes death had in fact separated you betrothal from Fujiwara, but it would not have met you so soon if not for the man you had mourn that stood before you know. The heat of tears that caught your cheek, shook your shoulders upon the sight of him. Why here? Why now? Chocked back the rue in your voice. The ghost of another woman’s past that claimed your features. Weighed down your smile, drained the life from your body, and as though to breathe yet another breath would fatigue your bones—the shadow of his own loss leaving Fujiwara with his burdens. The specter before him, remeinescent of the same [LN] he had loved in his past life, plagued by duties, and lost love. The rueful smile that met his lips.

“I-I believe y-you need a moment.”

Not that the words had bore significance to you, far too enticed by memories of parting grasps. Fingers that had captivated your own, how desperately you had attempted to pull him into your sanctum so many decades ago. How a single glance upon his smoldering gaze had tumbled your decorum back then. How the loss of his smile had threatened to smother you where you had stood. The quiver of your voice, now the same as it had been then. Except, this time, you hadn’t the heart to tempt him to your embrace. The years, and disance of reincarnation had familiarized you with the chill of winter—the bitterness of a life without him. “Leave,” you demanded as you tucked yourself to your side. Daring to disappear into the inner sanctum. To evade his sight, just as he had faded from your own so many years ago. “I said LEAVE.” Your voice growing hoarse and strained, reminded once more. He abandoned you.

“[FN],” his voice warm. Resolve kindled and mournful. Regretful of past decisions, though you cared not.

Rage that had concealed your years of grief, leaving you to attempt to shake off the hand that had clasped your own. To scold him. To scream obscenities. To curse him. You had grown, you both had. To lay to rest the fringe of a life you had desperately longed for, with a man who had abandoned you to fate. The rattle of your hand leaving you panicked his touch—horrified at how after all these years, in this new body it comforted your spirit. To tear apart the seams of a connection that had followed you in death. To scream his name in the rage only a scorned lover could know. The ache of nausea, the faint recollections at how Rengoku had separated his calloused fingers from your own delicate ones. The formality had borne upon your parting, the cursed words that had destroyed your very being. Dared to rear your other hand. The thought to administer physical punishment having briefly crossed your mind. Settling only to a fist that trembled at your side. Robbed you of life, fastened you to duty, to the Fujiwara of that decade. Dared to snub you from that life, his loss having brought you to him far sooner than either of you had expected. “Please, live a long life.” Your averted gaze catching the small quiver of his eyebrows. The fire of his being dimmed momentarily, the ghost of past decisions. Though he had sworn the utmost sincerity of your parting.  Rengoku had not expected such sentiments to have been the blade that you would equip before him. Ignorant to the scar he felt blossom upon hearing your hiss. Rage, and hurt dripping from your tongue. The tug of your hand caught once more between your fingertips though his strength kept you stapled. Inappropriate, he understood, but he dared not release you for fear that he would never see you again. I-It had been for the best, he had told himself upon his parting of you so many years ago. Duty. Sacrifice. He had paid the ultimate, though it had not been his life he had relinquished. His present form desperately clinging to the frays of a life he should not pine. All too aware of the ache of his breast. The crack of your voice bearing upon his heart, the pain he had inflicted so many years ago still evident. Carved into your very being, wounds that not even rebirth had healed. To hold you as he should have that very day—betrayed by his own impulses. Captivated you into his arms, though he recognized the startle of your hand. A slap that had not fallen, lost to the tremble of your delicate form.  Pressed your nose against his neck. Breathed in the gentle hues of floral notes that clung to your skin despite the years. Wisteria. Begged for your touch, all too aware of how he had forced himself upon you, Rengoku pleaded. Begged forgiveness. His own voice revealing his regret.

“I-I will, [FN]. At your side. Everything of this life I have, that I could ever accomplish, all this life—it’s yours. Do with it as you please. J-just, please. Please, live a long life, at my side.”

Sea foam eyes that betrayed the fall of Aphrodite fell to the depths of the pond; the rueful smile etched upon his delicate porcelain features. Dark hair that curled over his eyes, shielding him from the view of lovers intertwined, just as they had always been. Though his heart, had not quite accepted it so many years ago. Lost amongst the gentle breeze that spirited the cherry blossom petals from the pond, drowned them in sorrow. Weighed down by a love that would never come, one that he could never claim. Lamented a love that had never truly been his own, all too aware in this life that the woman he had loved in another life, was never his own.

                “Are you okay with this?” The aged weave of a graveled voice inquired.

                His eyes peeking over his shoulder, mournful of the way he had intruded upon the lovers. Forced an apologetic smile as Daisuke’s gaze met Kikuchi’s own. The wear of the years, of a life spent as a miko in this life and the last, wisdom he had never understood, but had always accepted. Dared to peek once more at the tryst, of sworn promises. Pinkie promises that would be fulfilled in this life, swallowed the remorse that threatened his heart once more. As though, once again, he had buried his betrothed. Aware that he could no longer pursue such a marriage, Fujiwara found himself aware of the gentle smile that formed upon his lips. The woman he had known in another life, vibrant amongst the euphoric shades of pink and purple. Loved as he had always longed, the light he had witnessed upon a chance meeting in his youth in his past life, returned to her present form. Confessed the burden of his heart, reflected upon how meeting his bethrothed in his past life. The meeting had been one he had long awaited for, had celebrated it’s acceptance upon so many refuted suitors. Had been over joyed to see the beautiful shrine maiden after all those years—how his heart had been devastated to witness the state of his bride.

“I-I think… I only ever wanted to see her happy.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this! The third and final installment is now ready! In Our Life | Kyojuro Rengoku. Reminder: It is spicy, MDNI!

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A sequel to the story above. Unlike my other works i made a sequal to, these must be read in order to fully make sense.

Tw: vomit, fever, anxiety and dream based blood.

A short recap is Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung got into a small accident, the worst physical injury being a broken leg on Taehyung. Mentally though, Yoongi was shaken to his core, unable to sleep without being haunted by nightmares, the combination of physical and mental stress making him fall ill. The beginning is the original ending I cut from part 1, so it ties together nicely.

It worked.. Yoongi is asleep in my room.. I'll need some fever reducers..

Taehyung messages the group chat as soon as he sees the slow rise and fall of Yoongi's chest, curled up against his side.

You actually got him to sleep in your room? He actually fell for your acting?

Jimin texts back in surprise.

Hey, I'm not a bad actor! 😤

Taehyung texts back teasingly.

I didn't mean it like that, Tae, I meant Yoongi is usually able to tell the difference.

Jimin defends himself.

I know what you meant, Minnie.

Taehyung quickly puts his phone down when he feels Yoongi squeeze him, breathing in sharply when he feels the pain of his sore abdomen. "Hyung..." He strokes his hair. "It's okay.." Taehyung whispers. "All is well.."

Yoongi relaxes again when he feels Taehyung’s hand running through his hair, reminding him he isn't alone. He doesn't open his eyes despite being woken up by his own dark thoughts, enjoying the comforting touch of the young vocalist.

"We'll figure this out together.." Taehyung continues to whisper encouraging words, running his hand lightly down Yoongi's back, lulling him back to sleep once more.

Jin enters the room as quietly as possible, bringing a tray with him. "Is he asleep?"

Taehyung nods slightly, afraid if he even whispers back Yoongi would wake up, and it took a good hour for him to actually fall in a deep sleep.

"I brought you and Yoongi something to eat and some medicine and tea." Jin informs him but already knows his response. No matter how hungry Taehyung was, he wasn't going to move an inch until Yoongi woke up on his own.

As he predicted, Taehyung shakes his head again, motioning at the deagu rapper laying on his chest.

"You haven't eaten since the hospital Tae you need to eat.." Jin scolds him softly.

"Later." Taehyung mouths the word, but his stomach doesn't agree with him, letting out a gurgle. Taehyung clasps his hand over it, cursing to himself when he feels Yoongi moving too.

"I'm sorry hyung.." Taehyung bows his head when his eyes meet Yoongi's sleepy gaze

Yoongi looks around the room, noticing Jin standing there, blinking slowly as he processes that there was another person in the room. "Hyung..?"

"Good morning Yoongi, I made everyone breakfast. Are you hungry?" Jin asks, placing his hand on Yoongi's forehead. "You're feeling hot.."

"Not really.. but I'll try." Yoongi knew if he didn't, they'd only worry more. Yoongi sits up, reaching out for the food.

"Don't force yourself if it makes you feel worse, Yoongi." Jin warns, placing the tray down. Taehyung picks up one of the bowls eating quickly. Yoongi, on the other hand, eats slowly trying to keep himself from getting sick.

He only gets a quarter way through before his stomach churns uncomfortably, burping as quietly as possible, lips pierced shut as the rice tries to come back up. "I'm full.." Yoongi mumbles as he pushes the tray as far away as possible.

"That's okay. Do you think you could swallow some medicine for hyung? Oh.. Jungkook" Jin asks, motioning for Jungkook, who's looming in the doorway, seeing the smell of the food was making Yoongi feel worse."Make yourself useful and take this for me."

Jungkook enters the room, feeling embarrassed to be caught, taking the tray. "Okay." He takes the tray, looking over Yoongi quickly before leaving.

I got everyone worried anyway..

Yoongi sighs, taking the medicine Jin gives him, forcing himself not to cough. "Ugh, it tastes awful.."

"I'm sorry, Yoon. I brought some tea. It should help wash out the taste." Jin hands Yoongi the tea.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Vom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yoongi's hands were shaky, Jin not letting go of the cup to help him steady it. The warmth felt nice at first, but as soon as it went farther than his throat, he felt it trying to rise up again. "Hyung I-" A wet burp cut him off, his mouth filling up with sick, cheeks puffing out.

Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi to hold him up when he sees him doubling over in pain. "Just one second, Hyung will get it.."

Jin quickly finds the waste bin, putting it in Yoongi's lap just in time for the next heave. "It's okay, it's okay.. just let it out, baby.."

Yoongi's small frame trembled as his shoulders tensed up, gripping the bin tightly as more sick came up. "Fu*k..." he swears under his breath, eyes watering. Each heave hurt more than the last, his body not relenting until there was nothing left.

"Breathe Yoon, you have to breathe.." Jin scratches lightly across Yoongi's back.

"I..i..can't..." Yoongi says between dry heaves.

"Yes, you can.. I know you can. Please try for me?" Jin gently encourages him.

Yoongi closes his eyes, taking shaky gasps for air.

"That's it, good.." Seokjin praises him, relaxing when the heaves die down, leaving him just breathing heavily. "Are you finished now?"

Yoongi nods, releasing his grip from the bin. "Sorry.."

"You don't have to be sorry. You can't help it if you're sick. Hyung will take care of it, okay?" Jin takes the bin out of the room to switch the bag.

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Yoongi lays his head on Taehyung's shoulder. "I came..in here to...try to make you...feel better but it..it looks like...I'm just making it..worse.." Yoongi says softly, still trying to catch his breath.

"It's okay, Hyungie. I still feel comforted by you being here with me." Taehyung smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Yoongi didn't gain his color back..

Yoongi rests his head on the younger, trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.

"My poor Hyungie.." Taehyung runs his hand through Yoongi's sweaty hair. "Don't worry about anything right now, just focus on getting better.." he whispers when he realizes the olders' breath slowing as he drifts to sleep.

"I-" Jungkook covers his mouth when he sees Taehyung put his finger to his lips, noticing the deagu rapper was curled up on his side asleep.

"We just wanted to check up on him." Jungkook barely breathes the words out, his heart growing heavy when a cough comes from his hyung. Jimin, who was right behind him, peers over Jungkook's shoulder to get a look.

"He's really not feeling well.."Jimin whispers sympathically.

Taehyung shoos them away with one look, threatening them with his eyes even though he knew he could hardly do anything. Not with only one good leg.

The boys still took his warning seriously, leaving the room to talk to the others.

"That was fast. Did Yoongi not want company?" Namjoon asks when he notices the two boys sit on the couch.

"He's asleep. Taehyungie kicked us out.." Jimin says with a pout. "Do you think we should take him to the doctor?"

"I think he's still pretty traumatized by carrides. I don't want to stress him out if I can help it. We'll try taking care of him ourselves for now." Seokjin replies, feeling both relieved and worried to hear he's already fallen asleep.

"I'll go to the store to get some supplies then." Jimin jumps to his feet.

"I'll go with you. Hyung, what should we get? Some ginger tea, some cooling strips, more medicine, some rice?" Jungkook makes a mental list. "Some tangerines might cheer him up."

"Good idea." Jimin goes to his room to get ready, choosing a plain white long sleeved shirt, a black bucket hat, and face mask. Jungkook chose a similar fashion, quickly wrapping his tattooed hand up to try to conceal his identity.

"Ready, Jiminie-hyung." Jungkook quickly slides on his shoes.

"Be careful not to draw any attention to yourselves." Namjoon warns.

"We won't. With news of the accident out, they won't expect me to be out in public." Jimin takes Jungkook's hand so they won't get separated.

"Hey Hyungie?" Jungkook looks at Jimin from underneath hid bucket hat.

"What is it Koo?"

"Do you think Yoongi-hyungie is just stressed out? He got sick so suddenly without warning.." Jungkook asks softly.

"I don't know.. he could've caught something from the hospital, too. We just have to give it time. I want to talk to Taetae to find out what he knows after Yoongi leaves his room." Jimin walks closer to Jungkook when they leave the neighborhood, not wanting to get separated.

"I'll see if he'll answer my text!" Jungkook quickly takes out his phone.

Taehyungie-hyungie are you able to talk?

"You're being really impatient.." Jimin scolds him playfully.

"I'm just really worried about Yoongi.." Jungkook looks down at his feet.

"I know Gukkie, I am too. But we'll get him feeling better and Taehyungie got him sleeping. That's the most important thing for him right now." Jimin tries to quell the mankae's anxieties, going into the nearest store."Maybe we should buy snacks for everyone to try to lighten the mood."

"Okay." Jungkook brightens up a bit at the idea of cheating on his diet. "I'm going to see if they have the chips I like."

"Don't talk inside the store Koo, we don't want anyone recognizing your voice." Jimin whispered by his ear.

Jungkook nods, separating from Jimin so they can get shopping done quickly.

~~~~~~~~~~~tw bloody dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Yoongi.. help..me..."

Yoongi was stuck in the passenger seat, pinned in place by the airbag that didn't deflate. Jungkook was in the driver's seat, the car completely smashed in on his side, shards of glass from the wind shield covering his face. His neck was bent at an unnatural angle, his face twisting in pain every time he tried to move it.

Yoongi unbuckled his seat belt, forcing himself to slide sideways out of the seat, desperately trying to reach the crying mankae. "I'm here Jungguk, I'll..call..call for help." Yoongi reaches for his phone in his pocket, but the screen was completely destroyed, getting glass in his fingers trying to make it work. "Sh*t..f*ck...Fu*k!!"

I have to calm down, I need to calm down..I need to do what I can.. someone else will call..it's fine.

Yoongi takes deep breaths ignoring the pain in his ribs as looks over Jungkook,noticing the blood soaking his jeans, his blood running cold. "I'll stop the bleeding..okay Kook..its okay"

I have no idea where the blood is coming from..

Yoongi felt tears swelling up, feeling utterly helpless unable to even believe his own words. Why should Jungkook? I have to do something or he won't make it..

"Jungkook... where does it hurt...?" Yoongi forces his breath to keep steady, but his words made his breath catch in his throat, choking him from his own sorrow.

"Hyungie.. i..I can..can't feel my..my..l..legs.." Jungkook sobs, gripping his thigh as tightly as possible. "I can't..."

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"Junggukkie, no!!" Yoongi bolts upright, waking himself up with his own scream. He coughs, fighting to fill his breath with lungs as his body trembles.

"Yoongi, Hyungie its okay, it's okay. It's only a dream.." Taehyung pulls him close, stroking Yoongi's long black hair. "Breathe.. please?"

Yoongi tries to catch his breath, but the memory of Jungkook's words still rang in his ears, along with the despair that overtook him.

"J..Ju..jungk.." Yoongi couldn't even get his name out, his breath coming out in hiccupy gasps as tears streaked down his cheeks.

"It's okay, it's okay.. he's fine Hyungie, he's fine. I'll get him for you." Taehyung reaches for his phone, calling the mankae.

Jungkook picks up right away whispering into the phone. "Hyung? I'm out in public right-" He stops talking when he hears Yoongi's gasping breaths. "Is that Yoongi?"

"Come here now. Hyung needs to see you." Taehyung tells him urgently. "Please hurry."

Jungkook starts to run, pulling Jimin along with him making the older boy trip on his own foot.

"Jungkook-Ah what's wrong?" Jimin whines struggling to keep up with Jungkook's pace.

"Yoongi needs me home, we have to get there!" Jungkook says already feeling his lungs burning pushing his body past his limitations. "It's just another few blocks..'

Jimin nods, enduring the fast pace, not slowing down until they make it inside, collapsing in the doorway while Jungkook continues his journey into Taehyung’s bedroom, crawling into the bed next to Yoongi.

"Hyung I'm..I'm..here.." Jungkook panted. "Its..its okay.."

"Jungkook-ah.." Yoongi sniffles, wrapping his body around the Mankae. "Ar..are..y..yo..you okay?"

"I..I had to run...run here because we..we were out..my legs hurt and..and my..." Jungkook pants, unable to catch his breath.

"Your..your legs h..h..hurt?" Yoongi grabs onto Jungkooks thigh, pinching it.

"Ah! Hyung wh..what was that for?" Jungkook takes Yoongi's hand.

Yoongi takes a deep breath. "N..nothing..don't w..Worry.." he buries his face in Jungkook's chest finding comfort in his accelerated heart beat.

Jungkook runs his hand down Yoongi's back, holding him close. "I'm worried..about..you Hyung.. what happened?"

"I'm sorry..." Yoongi mumbles into his chest. "It's nothing..just a dream.."

"A dream? About me? What kind of dream?" Jungkook pushes for answers, but Yoongi only clings harder, his breathe hitching up again.

"Jungkook, quiet please." Taehyung begs softly.

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." Jungkook hugs Yoongi close, his heart twinging with guilt for letting his curiosity get to him. "You don't have to talk about it."

Jungkook and Taehyung speak sweet nothings to Yoongi until his breath slows and his shaking stops. Feeling the gentle shaking of Jungkook's leg helping to ease the clinging nightmare.

He's fine..

"Hyungie do you think you can drink something?" Jungkook asks gently when he feels Yoongi pick up his head.

Yoongi nods, letting go of Jungkook so he could leave the room to get the mineral water he bought.

"I..I need help.."Yoongi whispers to Taehyung.

"Help? Help with what Hyung? I can ask the others."

Yoongi shakes his head. "No..No I need..professional help.. I can't stop having nightmares.."

"I'll call the company. We can figure this out together." Taehyung brushes Yoongi's hair out of his face, sending a text to the group chat.

Yoongi wants to see a psychiatrist..

[gwenlovesreggie]

hey everyone, here is the first chapter of my newest #regrimace story, it's called Regulus Black and his lost love Grimace and you can read it here, I wrote it because I got many requests for a sequal on my other Regrimace story which you can read here if you want to read the original, also, @mo0n-water messaged me on here coming up with the ship name #Regrimace so thanks for that! everyone please you can write Regrimace fics too if you want and the ship can become super popular take over the world!

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Mihawk Fics & Headcanons

D is for Dominance (First Kiss sequal) (NSFW)

Your Scars Are Mine (NSFW)

(Trigger Warnings for Self-Harm, Blood, Implied PTSD) Ch. 1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3 Ten Years (sequel to YSAM) (NSFW)

Mood Swings (mostly SFW headcanons)

Wrapped Around Your Finger (NSFW headcanons)

Hearing Problems (NSFW eventually)

Guess this is important

All OC Face Claims and Character Sheet Links

Ch.1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3 . . . Ch. 4 . . . Ch. 5 . . . Ch. 6 . . . Ch. 7

TBA, active requests for safekeeping

Only One Bed (blurb, working title)

[dsireland86]

So what are your current WIPS?

Oh, this is a good one!!!

So, I'm in the middle of writing a series called "There Is Beauty In The Pain" with its sequal "The Things We Could Never Change". Some of it's posted, but what is is in the process of being revised. I had a massive brainstorm and decided to re-write a bunch of it and tweek it a little.

I write IMAGINE Text headcannons, which are quick and easy to work up.

Random one-shots that come to play after a few minutes of trolling Pintrest, and I get heavily inspired.

Also, requests that pop up on my inbox. Working on one called "Kladdkaka" which is a Jolly one-shot based on the Swedish cake called "kladdkaka". The link on how to pronounce the word will be linked in the post.

And lastly, my major WIPS atm is "MASKED" part 2 (The Noah part), which should be finished by the weekend. With the help of @foliosgirl , I've been super inspired by so many pictures and ideas that this story is going to be quite long. But I don't care. It's good!

If you have something you want done up, let me know. My box is always opened 🥰😁