#she generally just had a hard time controlling it and she was stuck with the ever present fear of being labeled a threat and disposed of
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Slight Flutter dust redesign!
Bonus forbidden Flutter dust eyes
#keese draws#oc posting#oc art#oc#ocs#girlie who is sooo normal (lying)#for context on her eyes when ari was beheaded and the council tried to extract its power it didnât quite work out as it pretty much#immediately tried to find a new vessel as soon as they crossed into their home world#it didnât immediately because ari wasnât technically fully dead so it was ready to go back to them if they lived#but since it was fully cut off it just moved to its next random child around the right age#which happened to be flutter dust in this case#this sort of power is not at all the sort of thing the folk of this world are built to handle so flutter dust had a pretty rough time#she generally just had a hard time controlling it and she was stuck with the ever present fear of being labeled a threat and disposed of#now somewhat luckily for her with magic becoming more common she wasnât immediately clocked as the person who inherited this power#but she was still under threat by local government and after her mom mysteriously died her paranoia got to her and she ran away from home#she would have been around 10 at the time so she was very much. not equipt to handle all the shit she was going through#pretty early on she ran into a teen who had also ran away from home for magic related reasons and the two ended up sticking together#they both fed into each others paranoia a Lot and while they genuinely cared abt each other the teen was. not the best person#he was incredibly controlling and spiteful and saw flutter as the only support he had left and treated her as such despite her being a Child#he himself was like 15 but still not at all an excuse#flutter dust and daisy actually met when they were like 11-12 so like abt 3 years before their main stories start#the two rly got along and would go pick plants and look for bugs and such#but after the teen found out he freaked the fuck out over it thinking daisy would report them both (he was 11 reminder)#and he threatened daisy in front of flutter dust and forced flutter to promise to not see him again#abt 2 years after that the guy started to get way more impulsive and that meshed poorly with his general spitefullness and protectiveness#flutter dust at this point was getting rly scared of him especially with how much more powerful his magic was getting#and in a desperate attempt to keep her only friend tried to confront him which lead to a huge argument that got violent#she tried to use her magic to take one of his magic focuses away from him but accidentally badly injured him the the process#this caused her to freak the fuck out and run away and swear to herself to never use her magic again#that didnât rly work out though as her magic wasnât built to be contained and this elad to sharp finding her ad taking her in
3 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Jealousy, Jealousy
Pairing: Sanji x Reader
SFW
Summary: You spend the night crying into your drinks about how much you want Sanji, and how much it hurts he's in love with someone else. Sanji spends the night crying about much the same. Your friends get sick of it, and decide to help the idiots realize what everyone else already knows. Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Misunderstandings, Sanji and Reader both being idiots Word Count: 4.1k
You are going to get drunk tonight. Plastered, even.
Another day, another victory, another adventure spent staring longingly at Sanji when you were sure he wasnât looking. You could usually handle the embarrassment of acting like a lovesick puppy for a man you knew didnât feel the same, but something about today really set you off. Maybe it was the way he so sweetly called Namiâs name when you all reunited, or the way he so carefully prepared Robin her favorite drinks, or some other transgression you canât quite remember. You donât know exactly what it was, but you know youâre irritated and hurt and a little heartbroken, and thereâs about a half a dozen drinks with your name on them behind the bar.
The tavern is lively and loud, and the rest of the crew is clearly having a good time. Your eyes briefly linger on Sanji at the bar, but you try to force your eyes away. No point in lingering here, yearning for something you canât have. You instead make your way to the back of the room, wedging yourself between Zoro and Robin, who seem to be drinking in silence together.
You had intended on sharing in the peaceful silence, broken only by some quiet comments and gentle chuckles, but three drinks in you can see them side-eyeing you, brows furrowed.
âWhat?â Your voice comes out harsher than you meant it to, but youâre a bit too drunk to care.
âJust surprised youâre drinking so much, is all. You normally pace yourself more than this.â Robinâs voice is quiet and controlled, as though sheâs just making a passive observation, but you know your friends and you know she is deeply worried about you.
âI had a bad day.â
âReally? You seemed fine earlier.â Zoro sounds genuinely surprised. Robin shoots him a look you canât read, and he quickly shuts his mouth.
âDoes this have anything to do with a certain someone?â Her voice is kind, so kind, but it makes you clench your jaw anyway.
âNo.â
Silence.
âMaybe.â
Zoro mutters, âOh, god damnit,â before taking another stiff pull of his drink.
âWhat happened, exactly? You both seemed perfectly friendly this morning.â
âI donâtâŚknow. Everything was fine until it wasnât, and now Iâm all twisted into knots and I donât know how to fix it.â
âWell maybe you can start by telling us how you feel, and we can try to help you unravel all of this.â
âWe?â
You both ignore Zoroâs confusion and indignation. âMaybeâŚif you think it will help.â You close your eyes, grounding yourself, and focusing wholly inward. âI just think IâmâŚtired of wanting things I canât have. Itâs really hard to be on a ship full of people living their dreams, fighting for everything they desire, and Iâm here, feeling like I have to constantly hold so tight I feel like my fingers will break or else itâll all slip through my fingers.â
âAnd do you feel like youâre holding onto Sanji?â
âNot just him, I guess. To everything. To all of you. But Iâm trying to let myself believe that all of this is what I want, and that itâs going to be forever, and then I see him smile at someone else and the illusion justâŚshatters. Iâm not happy. And I know damn well it wonât last forever. I feel like Iâm stuck waiting for an inevitable ending that Iâll never be satisfied with. Right now, Iâm in limbo, and I can keep pretending that it doesnât hurt, but every time I think about how hopeless I feel with him it kind of reminds me of how hopeless it all is.â
You put your head in your hands for a moment, taking a deep breath. âAnd itâs not only about him, right? Itâs just kind of a general dissatisfaction with where I am compared to you guys. But I would be lying if I said it wasnât more about Sanji than it isnât. Heâs both, like, a symbol of it and the source of it. Heâs the thing I want most, and heâs the thing I know Iâm never going to have.â
âWhy do you think youâll never have him?â
âBecause heâs in love with Nami.â You say it like itâs obvious.
Zoro is glaring at his drink, still wondering how he got roped into this conversation and praying you stop, while Robin gives you a gentle look resembling sympathy. There's something behind her eyes though, something you can't read, that makes you feel a bit uneasy.
"It's one thing, to have your love unrequited. For the man you're in love with to be hopelessly smitten with someone else. But god, it's another for him to be right."
"Right?" Robin's voice doesn't betray anything as she keeps her tone to a careful academic neutrality.
"It's just...she is that wonderful. I can't be upset about it because I can't blame either of them. She's beautiful and kind and capable and he's...well. He's everything. It just makes sense. It's somehow harder not to be bitter because I really don't have anything to be bitter about, if that makes sense."
"It would make sense if anything you said was true." Zoro's voice is gruff, and you look to him in surprise, only to find his expression mirroring your own, as though he can't believe he opened his mouth. "He sucks, and she's great and all but she's no angel. And they aren't in love anyway so I don't understand what the problem even is." You think he's trying to help. Sweet, if ineffective.
"He's in love with her. He has been since the day they met. You know that, you were there."
"That isn't love. He's just a horny idiot."
"He's not an idiot." You hate how defensive your tone gets, how pathetic it makes you feel. You hate even more that Zoro and Robin both look at you with undisguised pity.
"I think what Zoro is trying to say is that you seem to think his feelings for Nami go a lot deeper than they do. They're just friends. He just speaks to all women like that."
"Not me."
You all hate the silence that follows.
"He hits on you too." Zoro's voice is a little weaker than before, knowing his argument isn't exactly rock solid. He's kind to you, complimentary, but he's never rushed into battle alone to save you. He's never ridden in on a blazing white steed for you, not like he has Robin or Nami. And sure, you've never been kidnapped like them, but it's hard not to feel the difference when Mr Prince himself has never played his part with you. He's kind to you, so very kind, but he's kind to everyone. That's just who he is.
âYou know it isnât the same, Zoro. Itâs always Nami first. It always has been. He talks to me the same way he would any woman. Less than that, even.â You start tearing up despite yourself, and you hope your friends will blame your fragility on your drink and not your tender heart. âHe justâŚhe doesnât look at me like that. He doesnât fall at my feet, and itâs not like I want him to butâŚâ You break into a quiet sob, and Robinâs hand comes to your shoulder, rubbing calming circles there.
Zoro leans in a bit, clearly a little uncomfortable but worried and kind nonetheless. âThat stupid cook cares about you a lot more than any stranger on the street, and I think you know that. Heâs just an idiot.â You look up at him, confused, and Zoro tries not to let out an annoyed sigh at your obliviousness. It isnât entirely your fault. Who could blame you for thinking what you did? Itâs not like Sanji helped with that. He didnât give you the dramatic love confessions he did Nami or Robin. Nami had asked him once why he sang your praises differently than he did theirs, and he had insisted that he would give you only the grandest speeches, once he had prepared words worthy of you. The rest of the crew quickly figured out what he really meant: he was too nervous to say such a thing when he really meant it. He would instead tuck his love into the food and drinks he served you, into the jacket he placed over your shoulders when you were cold, into the gentle smiles he gave you when you werenât looking. Everyone had agreed not to push him before he was ready, to let you both find your way to each other naturally, but it was becoming apparent this was the wrong move.
You keep crying into your glass, and Zoro sighs. Youâre both ridiculous. What a pair.
Across the bar, Usopp lets out his fiftieth sigh of the night. He has no idea how he got roped into this. Sanji is somewhere between sorrow and rage, buried in a pile of empty glasses that reek of beer. He's been going on for at least fifteen minutes now, and if Usopp had even slightly less of a conscience he'd leave him here to wallow, considering his problem is entirely self-inflicted. But unfortunately, Usopp is a great friend, so instead he bravely sits on this barstool, a listening ear to make sure Sanji's drowning his troubles doesn't end in Sanji himself drowning after he stumbles his way home alone.
"It's not right." Sanji's voice is shaky with emotion, even with his words slurred.
Usopp sighs, pretending he hasn't heard this exact line of conversation three times tonight. "What's not right, buddy?"
"He doesn't...he doesn't deserve her. He isn't good enough for her. That stupid swordsman...what does she see in him?" He takes another swig of his drink, letting out a deep sigh and dropping his shoulders. "He's just...he's not even nice to her. Not like he should be."
"He's being nice to her right now." Usopp motions over to where you're having your own pity party, one Zoro seems to have become an unwilling guest of. Robin is patting your shoulder in sympathy, while Zoro leans closer to say something to you, care and concern obvious on his face to those who knew him.
"But he should worship her. Everyone should. She's...she's..." Sanji drunkenly trails off.
"An angel?"
"A goddess." Despite the glaze over his eyes, his conviction shines though, granting him a focus he hasn't had all night as he gazes at her. "Someone to be cherished, protected, adored. He doesn't adore her. He should be on his knees right now begging for her attention, and he's just...talking to her. Like he would anybody."
"Probably because they're friends."
"But look at her. She clearly wants more than that. She should get whatever she wants. On a silver platter." Sanji really emphasizes that last part, lips pouting and brow tightening. Usopp looks over again to see you about to cry into your drink, leaning further into Robin. You aren't even looking at Zoro right now, but Sanji is still burning with envy. Usopp would love to set him straight, tell him that anyone with eyes could see who's attention you really wanted, but he knows you'd kill him, and he quite likes being alive. Sanji's so filled with malice and self loathing right now that he probably wouldn't even believe him, anyway. For a man so delusional about love, he somehow canât see it when itâs right in front of him.
âI think youâre a little lost here, Sanji. Sheâs not in love with Zoro. Sheâs just drunk and sad. Reminds me of someone else I know.â He keeps that last part under his breath, and Sanji is drunk enough not to have heard it. Instead he frowns, taking another swig of his drink before trying to stand and falling directly into the counter. Your head pops up across the room, eyes wide and concerned, ready to leap to Sanjiâs rescue. Itâs amazing how blind that man must be to not see how obsessed with him you are. Usopp waves you off before hooking his hands under Sanjiâs armpits and hauling him up. âTime to go, loverboy. Youâve had enough.â
âBut she needs me!â Sanji struggles, but heâs so drunk he canât properly utilize his strength. Lucky, or heâd already be halfway across the room to make an ass of himself. Usopp notices a small trickle of blood on his forehead from where he made contact with the bar.
âSheâs fine, I promise. But you need to take a trip to see Chopper.â
âI need to help her! I canât leave a lady in distress!â
âThe lady will be in a lot more distress if she sees youâre hurt, Sanji! So get moving!â Usopp starts dragging him unceremoniously from the tavern, praying Franky will still be awake when he gets back to the ship to help him maneuver Sanji into his cot. Sanji passes out about halfway back to the Sunny, mercifully. Usopp hopes Robin and Zoro are having a better time with their other drunken crewmate.
You wake up with a pounding headache and the worst case of dry-mouth youâve ever experienced. Your eyes just barely crack open, letting in a blinding ray of light, and you let out a small groan of pain. Thereâs a large glass of water by your bedside and some pills, as well as a small note from Chopper telling you to meet him in the infirmary once you feel up to walking. You chug the water and take your medicine gladly, touched by the sweet gesture. Your crew takes such good care of you.
It takes a while for the medicine to kick in enough for the light to stop hurting, but eventually youâre able to stand. You canât remember the latter half of last night, your last memory being Sanji slamming his head into the counter while Robin and Zoro held you back from running to him. Zoro had supplied you with another drink then, and Robin had asked you more probing questions, but you could not for the life of you remember any other specifics. You make your way to Chopperâs infirmary so lost in thought you didnât notice the mischievous looks in the eyes of your crewmates, the way their gazes subtly followed you as you walked.
âChopper?â Your voice is still a little hoarse from having cried your heart out last night. You slip through the door, expecting to find your dear doctor ready to fuss over you and scold you for overdoing it last night. Instead you find Sanji face first in a bed, a small bandage wrapped around his head. Before you can ask if heâs alright, or if he knows where Chopper is, you hear it.
Click.
Your eyes widen. Your hand reaches for the doorknob, ready to turn it, and you find it doesnât budge.
âWhat the fuck?â
Sanji groans again, slowly and carefully sitting up, before looking over at you. âWhat are you doing here, darling?â He looks at your hand, up at your expression, then back down to the doorknob. âWhyâŚwhy is the doorknob backwards?â
Instead of the lock being where it should be, you find the keyhole on the inside of the door. Thereâs slight scratches around the nails holding it and place, and you realize someone has turned it around. Thereâs a quiet murmur of voices on the other side of the door, which turns to a yelp when you punch the wood. âWhat the hell is this?â
âWeâre helping!â Namiâs voice rings out confidently from the other side, and you hear a few noises of agreement.
âWith what, exactly?â You have a horrible sinking feeling you know exactly what theyâre going to say, but you try to push it out of your mind, channeling the relentless optimism of your captain.
âWeâre tired of you two being idiots!â Zoroâs voice is annoyed and unfriendly, but after a moment it slightly softens. âJustâŚtalk to each other. Like people. For once in your lives.â
You donât know why, but something about that makes Sanjiâs brow twitch in annoyance. âLet us out, mosshead! I knew you were awful but I canât believe youâd trap a lady!â
âIt wasnât my goddamn idea! Blame Nami!â
Sanji pauses in his yelling at that, but shockingly enough, he still seems upset instead of instantly kowtowing. He frowns, forehead wrinkling, but doesnât say anything else.
âWe arenât letting you out until youâve talked. Weâre gonna go so you have privacy, but if you break out weâre putting you right back in, so donât even think about just kicking down the door!â Namiâs voice is firm and commanding, and you find your shoulders slumping, knowing thereâs no real point in fighting her. Youâre both hungover, exhausted, and not in any state to continue the conflict. You sigh, making your way to a cot next to Sanjiâs. You throw yourself down, the slight bounce you make on landing making you far more nauseous than it had any right to.
âDo you know what they want us to talk about?â Sanji sounds almost nervous, which surprises you. Does he know?
âIâŚhave an idea. Do you?â
âI might.â
You both shift awkwardly in the silence that follows. You fidget with your hands, curling in tighter, anxiety eating at you. This is it. This is the rejection youâve been waiting for. The final blow to shatter your fragile hopes, to crush your remaining optimism and the wonderful future youâve allowed yourself to keep dreaming of.
âWhat do you see in him?â Sanjiâs voice is quiet and seeping with vulnerability. His eyes are closed, as though heâs scared to even look at you and get your answer.
âWhat do I see in who?â
âIn that stupid swordsman. Why do you care about him?â
âWhat?â You blink owlishly.
He finally looks up at you. He blinks back. âWhat do you mean, what?â
âWhy are you talking to me like Iâm dating Zoro?â
âAre youâŚnot? Trying to do that?â
âNo! God no! Iâmââ You barely hold yourself back from saying trying to date you. âIâm not into Zoro like that. Did you think I was?â
âIâum. No?â His dour look turns sheepish, a small bit of red painting his cheeks. Adorable.
âGod, Sanji. Zoro is not my type.â You both sit for a moment, before you realize something. âWere you upset because you thought I was into him?â
âHe isnât good enough for you.â He says it so matter-of-fact, like itâs an obvious truth. âNo one is, but especially not him. You deserve the best, and nothing less.â
Your heart flutters a little, that little thing with feathers worming its way back into you, but you suddenly see Namiâs face in your mind and you crush it. To dream and watch it die is far worse than never dreaming at all. âThatâs sweet, Sanji. But you shouldnât say things like that. You might give someone the wrong idea.â
His head cocks to the side. âWhat do you mean, wrong idea? You do deserve the best. No one in the world deserves it more than you.â
âWhat about Nami?â
âWhat about Nami?â
âDoes she not deserve the best? More than I do? More than anyone? Your sweet Nami-swan?â You fail to keep the bitterness out of your tone in that. Not bitterness towards her, of course, or even towards Sanji, really, just a sour taste in your mouth you canât quite shake.
His brow furrows, lips downturned. âWell she deserves the best too, of course, but why would she deserve it more? Why wouldnât you deserve everything you want?â
You let out a frustrated growl. âThatâs what I want to know! Why not me?â You slam your hand over your mouth. God, he knows, and now heâs going to reject you, so sweetly and kindly, like he does everything, and itâs going to shatter you into a million pieces. You squeeze your eyes shut like blocking out the sight of him will undo what youâve just done.
You donât hear him reject you. You donât even hear him move. You only feel warm hands on your cheeks, and you open your eyes to see Sanji right in front of you, nose to nose, and you can see reflected in his eyes something you might dare to call hope.
âDo you want it to be you?â You hear a longing in his words, see it in his eyes. You have never known Sanji as a man to want, to desire more than what heâs freely given, but in this moment it truly almost seems like he wants you.
You slowly take your hand off of your mouth. Your voice is meek, mouselike, but you force it out anyway. âWould that be okay? If I did?â
âOh angel, it would be more than okay.â He slides impossibly closer, thighs on either side of yours, torsos pressed together, surrounding you wholly. âIt is you. It has always been you. It will always be you. Is that okay?â
You want to answer him in words, something articulate that would move his heart, but instead you let out a soft squeak of surprise before grabbing his cheeks and pulling his lips to yours. Theyâre chapped, the dehydration from the hangover still plaguing him. He has morning breath. His movements are uncoordinated, unsteady. His goatee scratches your chin. When he opens his mouth, welcoming you further, he tastes like cigarettes and a hint of shitty beer.Â
Itâs the best kiss youâve ever had.
You end up on your back, Sanjiâs weight holding you down, comforting and all-consuming. His hands rest on your hips as yours tangle in his hair. You only pull back when the demand for air is too much, and even then you consider ignoring the scream of your lungs. You both pull back, chests heaving, and Sanji buries his face in your neck.
âI never thought Iâd actually get to do this.â He buries his nose further into your neck, his arms sliding underneath you to pull you into a tight embrace.
âNeither did I. I kept telling myself to stop dreaming about things I couldnât have.â
âYouâve had me from the moment I laid eyes on you.â
âYouâve had me for just as long.â
âThen why didnât you say anything?â
You take a strained breath. âI wasâŚI donât deserve you. And I thought you knew that. And that you were in love with Nami. That didnât help.â
He pulls back to look you in the eyes, his gaze boring into you. âYou thought you didnât deserve me?â He sounds absolutely baffled at the idea.
âYouâre kind, talented, strong, handsomeâŚyouâre everything, Sanji. You deserve everything you want. And I didnât think you wanted me.â
He blinks at you for a moment, before a small chuckle forces its way out of him. âThatâsâŚthatâs so ridiculous I genuinely donât even know where to start.â
He kisses your forehead. âYouâre everything Iâve ever wanted, and everything Iâm ever going to want.â
He kisses your cheeks. âI have wanted you from the moment we met, and I will want you until the day I die.â
He kisses the tip of your nose. âI have never met anyone more deserving of the world than you. And Iâm not going to let anyone say otherwise. Even you. So there.â
You lean up to kiss his forehead in turn. âWell thereâs nothing in this world I want more than you. Can I really have you?â
He takes one of your hands and places it over his rapidly beating heart. âYou feel that? Itâs all yours.â He lifts your other hand and kisses it in a deeply princely gesture that fits him perfectly.
Before you can reciprocate, the door slams open, and you hear Zoroâs disgruntled voice call out. âTheyâre making out! Can we be done with this now?â
Sanji whips around with even more vitriol than he usually reserves for the swordsman. âPiss off, mosshead. Canât you see weâre busy?â The quick movement makes him sway slightly, and youâre forced to remember how horribly youâre both doing physically. If he picks a fight with Zoro right now he might end up puking all over his shoes.
âIgnore him, Sanji. We need to get some rest anyway.â You pull his face into your chest, which he gladly collapses fully into. When you run your fingers through his hair, heâs practically purring.
âAnything you say, my love.â His content smile grows wider when he hears your heart quicken at the words. Neither of you say anything else as your friends crowd the room, with their finallys and about times. Nothing in the world matters more than this right now: the feeling of each otherâs warmth, the softness of each otherâs skin, and the feeling of relief in both of your chests that your hopes were finally allowed to thrive.
780 notes
¡
View notes
Text
The Princess and The Pogue | J. M.
Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
Summary: Your daughter comes home from school telling you about a local OBX fairytale. It turns out itâs about you and your husband.
Listen to But Daddy I Love Him for full experience
Requested by @idontevenknowbsblog
A/N: This turned out way longer and more angsty than I had anticipated but Iâm a sucker for the angst. I just canât help it. Iâm sorry this took me a million years to finish!
As I am an adult, all characters I write for are written as adults. Any minor characters will be aged up to the general range of their actorâs age.
Warnings: allusions to domestic abuse, controlling parents, forced engagement, so much fucking angst, only kinda proofread
Word Count: 3.5k
~
Your daughterâs tiny feet press against the back of your seat as you head home after picking her up from school.
âMia, stop kicking,â You laugh, âMommyâs trying to drive.â
âSorry, Mommy.â Your daughter giggles. âIâm just so happy today!â
âIâm so glad you're happy, Baby.â You smile at the five year old in the rearview mirror. âWhat did you do at school today?â
âWe got to draw all our shapes today and we sang the alphabet song a bunch of times!â
âOoh sounds like a fun day.â
She claps excitedly. âOh and Kylieâs older sister told us a fairytale at recess!â
âA fairytale? Very cool. What was it about?â
âDid you know a princess used to live here? A long time ago. She ran away with a pogue because her evil king father wouldnât let them be together.â
Your eyes widen at her words, a small smile forming on your face as she tells the story that takes you back to what seems like a lifetime ago.
-
âMom, Iâm headed out,â you yelled through the foyer.
âOk, hun.â Your mom poked her head over the stairwell. âJust donât stay out too late. We have that business lunch with the Cameronâs tomorrow and itâs very important that you be there.â
âIâll be back in a few hours,â you promise, âbesides Iâm just going to hang out with Sarah.â
âWe just love that you and Ward Cameronâs daughter are friends. It looks so good for your fatherâs business for the families to be close. Especially with you set to inherit the company someday.â
With Ward Cameron being the biggest real estate developer in the Outer Banks and your dad owning the biggest construction company, the two men worked closely on most of their deals. They were also the closest thing to friends that either of the men had. The two richest men in the island made for a powerful team.
âGlad I can help you keep up appearances,â you muttered under your breath.
âWhat was that, hun?â
âAlways happy to help the family.â You gave your mother a forced smile and made your escape, slipping outside and into Sarahâs waiting car.
âReady to go see your man?â She grins at you and you return the gesture.
âGod, yes.â
-
You hadnât expected to fall in love with JJ Maybank. Considering the very different lives the two of you led it was surprising the two of you ever even crossed paths, but that was one of the perks of being Sarahâs friend. When she fell in love with John B and got involved with the pogues she dragged you along with her.
It wasnât like you had anything against the pogues. In fact, you had admired them from afar your whole life. Their freedom and adventures were something you envied, forever stuck in your kook bubble. You didnât have a choice but to follow the plan your parents had created for you.
JJ, on the other hand, hated kooks with a passion. He had a hard enough time with Sarah joining the group and when she brought you in, arguably the even bigger kook princess with the even bigger kook king of a father, he vowed to himself he would never accept you. After all, you represented everything he hated, the life he always dreamed of but would never attain.
He would sneer and call you âprincessâ, his voice dripping with disdain, doing everything in his power to piss you off, but you didnât mind. You loved his passion and the way he would do anything to protect the people he cared about. You ignored his insults, treating him just as well as you would anyone else.
Before he knew it, your soft words and beaming smile had softened JJ. He began to actually look forward to your presence in the group, feeling sad when you couldnât get away from your parents to spend time with them. Then, one day the two of you were the only ones to show up to a pogue hang out. You ended up spending hours just talking and getting to know each other. The rest was history and you had been together from that day forward.
Unfortunately, you knew that your parents would never let you spend time around a pogue, let alone be in a relationship with one. So, like Sarah and John B, you and JJ had to keep your relationship hidden. Thanks to the help of the pogues, the two of you had been successfully seeing each other behind your parentsâ backs for over a year.
-
âIâll be back to pick you up at 8:00,â Sarah reminds you. She pulls up to the little cove where you and JJ liked to meet. âWe only have a couple of hours tonight because of that lunch tomorrow. Donât want our families to get suspicious.â
You nod. âGot it. Iâll see you then.â You slip out of her car. âTell John B I said hi.â
âWill do.â
She pulls away as you make your way around the rocks hiding the entrance to your spot.
âHi, princess.â Your boyfriend grins at you in the orange light of the sunset, pulling you into a hug.
âJJ,â You breathe him in, soaking up the comfort he gives you. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too, baby. Four days without you is four days too much.â JJ leads you over to the blanket on the sand, sitting back so you can settle between his legs.
âI know. Iâm sorry, I just couldnât get away much this week. My parents are going crazy about this lunch tomorrow.â
âArenât they always crazy?â JJ jokes, poking your side. You squirm a little bit, trying to escape his prodding.
âI mean, yeah. Theyâre just extra crazy this week.â You settle further into his chest, JJ giving up his attack in exchange for wrapping his arms securely around you. He nuzzles his head into the side of your neck. âBut, itâs okay because at least we have right now.â
âHow long do we have until Sarah comes back to pick you up?â
You let out a sigh. âTwo hours.â
âThatâs it? Damn.â
âIâm sorry, J.â You look back apologetically, but he just shakes his head.
âHey, donât apologize. We just have to make the most of the time we have, like usual. It wonât be like this forever.â
âRight.â You give him a small smile, turning back to face the sunset before he can see the doubt in your eyes. You hoped JJ was right, but you had no idea how things would ever change.
As expected, your time together flew by too quickly and before you knew it Sarah was back to take you home.
JJ was reluctant to let you out of his embrace. âWeâre still on for tomorrow night, right? After you finish up with all your kook business?â
âOf course, baby. I wouldnât miss it.â You give him one last goodbye kiss, distracting him long enough to slip out from his arms. He pouts, but lets you go, knowing if it was your choice you would never leave.
-
You stare numbly at the wall, unable to will yourself to move from your position balled up on the bed. You arenât sure how long you've been laying there looking at nothing. You didnât feel anything, having cried out all your tears hours ago. A buzzing sounds from the other side of the room, your phone going off once again, but you donât pick it up. Itâs probably Sarah calling again to see if youâre okay after what happened at lunch. Youâre not.
Having sat in silence for so long, you jump when you hear a rattling at your window. It takes you a minute to clamber over to the window with the lights out in your room. You hadnât realized how dark it had become outside.
You peek out warily, trying to determine the source of the noise. âShit.â You mumble under your breath as you realize JJ is perched in the tree closest to your room.
You unlatch the door so he can climb inside, turning away from him quickly. Youâre thankful for the darkness in that moment as you scramble to make yourself look presentable, flattening your hair and wiping at your face. You pull down the sleeves of the massive sweatshirt youâre wearing, one you stole from JJ months ago, making sure you are completely covered.
âJJ, what are you doing here,â you whisper, âWhat if someone sees you?â
âI was worried about you. You were supposed to meet me hours ago, remember?â He sounds frustrated.
âShit. Iâm sorry. I totally forgot.â You run your hand down your face stressed. âI didnât mean to stand you up.â
âYou forgot? Y/N, Iâve been calling and texting for hours.â JJ moves closer, but you step back. âI thought something bad had happened.â
He takes another step back. Again you back away, trying to keep him from seeing your face. Brows furrowed, JJ moves towards you again. This time you canât move away fast enough, bumping your dresser as you try to get away.
âWoah, wait.â JJ takes your face in gentle hands. âHave you been crying?â
âItâs nothing. Iâm fine.â You try to pull away, but he doesnât let you off that easily.
âBaby, whatâs going on? Is it something I did?â The worry in his eyes brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You shake your head, willing them not to fall.
âNo, no. You havenât done anything wrong.â
âSomething with Sarah?â You shake your head again.
âYour parents?â That stills you. âIt is your parents. What is it? Did something happen at lunch?â
You donât answer.
âTalk to me, baby. I canât make it better if I donât know whatâs wrong.â JJâs voice is so sincere and his touch so soft. He really thinks heâll be able to fix whatever the problem is.
You gather your strength and gently pull away from him, not wanting to see the look in his eyes when you tell him.
âMy father and Ward Cameron have decided that it is in the best interest of their respective businesses for our families to be officially joined.â
âWhat on earth does that mean?â
You feel like you're going to be sick, but you force the words out anyway. âI am set to be married to Rafe Cameron.â You keep your eyes on the floor, waiting for JJâs response. He stays silent.
âI had no idea they had this planned until my parentâs announced it at lunch.â
âWhat do you mean youâre marrying Rafe Cameron?â He tries to keep his voice calm. But you can hear the venom behind his words anyway. âYou canât just marry Rafe.â
âI donât have a choice, JJ. They practically signed my ownership papers over to Rafe right there.â
JJ is pacing your room now, hands constantly running through his hair. âHe canât just do that. Youâre an adult, Y/N. Tell him no.â
âI canât tell him no JJ.â He stops in front of you, the look on his face half shock half anger.
âWhat are you talking about? You canât just tell me that your father is marrying you off to Rafe and not even try to fight him on it.â You turn from his intense gaze, unable to handle it any longer.
âY/N-â JJ reaches for your arm to turn you around and you flinch back hissing in pain. Your sleeve rides up, revealing a number of dark bruises.
âI tried talking him out of it, JJ. He made it clear saying no wasnât an option.â
JJ seethes, body tense with anger. âHe hurt you.â Itâs not a question which is just as well because you have no response.
âIâm gonna kill him.â He growls.
You lay your palms flat against his chest. âNo, youâre not. We canât make this situation any worse than it already is.â
âHe canât just get away with this!â JJâs voice rises with his anger and you shush him quickly, looking back at your door.
âPlease, Y/N.â His voice cracks on your name. âThings canât just end like this.â
The pain in his words breaks your heart. You let the tears fall freely, unable to hold back the emotion any longer.
âIâm so sorry, JJ.â He cradles your face in his hands like he did at the beginning of the night. âThereâs nothing either of us can do to change this.â JJ brushes his thumbs against your cheeks, brushing at the tears. âYou should go.â
âNo, Y/N.â He has tears running down his face too. âI canât leave you like this.â
âPlease, JJ. You have to go before something wakes him up. I donât know what heâll do if he finds you here.â
JJâs eyes flit down to your wrists, taking in the bruises once more before he nods slowly. He wonât be the reason your father hurts you again. You lips press against his slowly, both of you pouring all the love you have for each other into the kiss.
âI love you,â you whisper against his lips.
âI love you, too. Always.â
With those last words, he slips back out your window, closing it quietly behind him. You watch as he climbs back down the tree and crosses the property. As he finally fades out of blue, you sink down to your floor, your knees unable to hold the weight of your body as itâs wracked with sobs.
-
You donât leave your room for days. All you can do is lay in your bed and cry, mourning the loss of the man you love and the life you had planned.
If it was up to you, you would never leave that room. Unfortunately, your parents have other plans. They parade you and Rafe all over town, making sure everyone on the island knows the two of you are âmadly in loveâ and engaged to be married in the spring. The whole pageantry of it makes you sick.
The cherry on top of the whole ordeal is the engagement party that you parents planned for the weekend. They rented out the whole club and invited every kook on the island. Youâre pretty sure itâs your own personal hell.
Sarah pins one last curl to your head. âDone. You look beautiful.â
You give her a small smile that didnât reach your eyes. âThanks, Sarah.â You were dressed in a white sundress that your mother had bought for the party and Sarah had done your hair and makeup to perfection. The whole look was stunning, but you just feel like a trophy being shown off.
Sarah gives you a sympathetic look. âYou ready for this?â
âNo. But I have to be.â
It takes everything in you to keep a smile pasted on your face as Rafe takes your hand and leads you out to the throng of people. Everyone smiles and hugs you, offering their congratulations. You do your best to seem gracious and excited, but all you feel is emptiness and the faces move before you in a blur.
You make it two hours into the party before you canât take it any longer. The panic that has been creeping up your throat all night takes hold and you have to break away. You excuse yourself from Rafe, claiming a need to run to the bathroom. He gives you a harsh look and makes you promise to hurry back, but ultimately lets you go.
You hurry away from prying eyes, not letting yourself break until you get inside. Chest heaving, you gulp down air like youâve just run a marathon. One of your hands is pressed against your chest, the other braced against the walls to hold you up as you stumble towards the bathroom.
Before you can make it more than a few feet an arm catches you around the waist, pulling you into an alcove you had never noticed. You stumble back, trying to pull yourself together, not wanting whoever grabbed you to see your harried state.
âHey, hey. Itâs just me.â
Familiar hands rub up and down your arms, grounding you. You look up to see the blue eyes that you love so much.
âJJ,â you whisper, breaths still coming fast and hard.
âItâs okay, baby. Just breathe.â
JJ holds you close as you will your body to calm, feeling safe for the first time all night.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âI had to see you, talk to you.â
You sigh, looking at him with sad eyes. âAs happy as I am that youâre here, you have to go. If anyone sees you. My father, or Rafe-â
âWhat if you didnât have to worry about them anymore?â
âJJ, weâve been over this. I canât break this engageme-â
âWhat if we just left? You and me. Right now.â His eyes bore into yours, willing you to see the possibility.
You canât act like you havenât had the same thought yourself, but you just didnât see how it would be possible. âHow would that work, JJ? My father controls my whole life. My money, my future, everything.â
âYou donât need anything he has to give you, Y/N.â His voice is pleading.
âJJâŚâ
âWe can figure it out. You have a degree, I have experience. Weâll get jobs. Weâll make it work.â He reaches a hand into his pocket. âI know I canât give you a life like this-â
âI donât want a life like this.â
â-but I will do everything in my power to give you a good life, to make you happy.â He holds up a simple, beautiful band of silver. âWill you marry me?â
You stare up at him with wide eyes. âAre you serious?â
âIâve never been more serious about anything in my life. Say youâll marry me. We can leave right now. I have a plan to get us off the island. Your parents wonât know until itâs too late. Just say yes, please.â
âYes, yes.â You nod vigorously. âIâll marry you.â
You rip off the gaudy ring currently on your hand and JJ replaces it with the silver band. He kisses you so deeply you think you see stars.
âI love you, JJ Maybank,â you whisper when you part.
âI love you too, Y/N Y/L/N, so much.â
You could stay in that moment forever, but you both know you donât have time to waste. JJ begins to pull you to a side exit, but you stop him. Thereâs one last thing you have to do before you leave.
You find a piece of paper, scribbling out a few quick words and titling to your father.
Have fun explaining to the Cameronâs that your daughter ran off with a pogue
Y/N Y/L/N
You set the folded paper on the center table, placing Rafeâs ring next to it.
âReady to get off this island?â
You grab JJâs hand. âGod, yes.â
-
JJ was right, the two of you figured it out. You both found jobs on the mainland and created a happy life for yourselves. You and JJ got married a few months after you ran off and Mia came along a few years later.
You had kept in touch with the pogues of course and they let you know when your father and Ward Cameronâs businesses had come crashing down, forcing the two men off the island. They had no power anymore, so eight years later you decided to move back to your home. People had gossiped at first, but they moved on to the next big thing when they realized that neither you nor JJ cared what they had to say. You wanted to be in the place where you grew up and fell in love, and you wanted Mia to be surrounded by the friends that you called your family.
Mia was just about bouncing in her seat by the time you got home. You hurried to get her out of her carseat so she could rush inside and see her dad. Fridayâs were always her favorite because JJ got off work early and was already home by the time you brought her back from school.
She pulled you along by the hand as she continued on about her fairytale. âThe evil king disappeared and they lived happily ever after.â
JJ scooped Mia up as the two of you entered the house, making the little girl squeal in delight.
âDaddy!â
âWho lived happily ever after, Mia-mine?â She giggled as he burrowed his face in her little belly.
âThe princess and the pogue!â
JJâs eyes met yours over Mia, giving you an intrigued look.
âKylieâs older sister told her a fairytale at lunch about a couple that used to live on the island.â You tell him with a knowing grin.
âA fairytale? Thatâs awesome, baby.â JJ lowers Mia back down to her feet. âHey, why donât you go wash up and Mommy and I will make you a snack.â
âOkay, Daddy!â The little girl runs off happily.
You make your way to the kitchen, JJ coming up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist. âSo the princess and the pogue, huh?â He smirks as you turn to face him.
âWho knew weâd become an OBX fairytale?â You reply.
âIt makes sense. It doesnât get much more âhappily ever afterâ than this. Right, princess?â
You give him a gentle kiss. âRight, pogue.â
~
Writing Masterlist
#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank fic#jj maybank angst#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank fanfiction#jj maybank x y/n#obx x reader#obx fic#obx fanfiction#obx#outer banks#outer banks x reader#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks fic#stars writes#starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies
573 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Black out
"I want that backup generator up and running! All power on essentials only! Engines, med-bay, defenses, everything else is secondary!" the Captain roared to all those in the command room.
"Calis! What's our status?"
"Generator is 5 mekrons away from being ready, dispatch has covered 30% of the ship already and distributed lights. No report of any injuries yet, although there are several dozen passengers stuck in the elevators. We are in contact with them and they are all alright."
"And the-"
"The youngling centre is fine, Kim and Max have reported to me that they are fine as are the younglings." the first mate smiled knowingly.
"...good. Alert me should anything change."
"Of course Captain."
.
"10 mekrons away from the station Captain. Repair workers are already at the dock ready to board and fix our power and the station has prepared board for us."
"Excellent. Calis!"
"Yes Captain!"
"Care to join me in getting our young?" the first mate smiles and nods.
..
"How do you think they faired?"
"Well, it's hard to say. According to Kim and Max they have light, probably flashlights, but for the children to be stuck in a mostly dark room for 6 horvaths..." Calis shrugged.
"True...I assume that Nova is a tad nervous by now...she never liked the dark. Even if we can see well enough in the dark." Captain lightly smiled.
"I am certain that the humans have thought of something to keep her and the others calm."
"Without a doubt!" He laughed. "Probably introduced them to some new game I'll be no doubt playing for the next few weeks."
"As will I, Dali will no doubt-what on earth is that light?" as the two got closer they noticed a warm orange glow seeping out from under the door. The entrance to the youngling centre.
"...that's not a flashlight..."
"...do you smell smoke?"
The two adults looked to one another before rushing the door.
"Dali?!"
"Nova!"
"Mapa!"
"Papa! Look look! We're roasting mars-millows!"
"...Captain...Calis...care to try a marshmallow?" asked a sheepishly smiling Max.
For a moment neither the captain or first mate spoke, too confused by the sight before them. A circle of younglings sat in the middle of the centre, all of them holding out little sticks with marsh-mell-ohs on the end. In the centre sat a youngling whose head and shoulders were on fire holding his own stick and marsh-mell-oh.
"...Max, is that...is that youngling a Fyreian?" slowly asked Calis.
"Yes, yes he is."
"And are you using him...to cook?"
"...he said it was fine." the youngling in the middle of the circle of younglings eagerly nodded.
"...good to know but why are you...roasting marsh-mell-ohs on him?"
"...it was Kim's idea!"
"Hey! ...Okay yeah it was my idea and in my defense we've kept the kids busy like this about 2 hours and it was a last resort."
"...alright. Now how does one roast one of these white squishy things?"
...
"So how did you come up with this idea?" the captain asked, glancing away from his roasting marshmallow.
"Well after doing every game we could think of we had to take a break to think of what else we could do. That's when the first kid actually had time to realize that we're stuck in the dark...and then we had a mass panic."
"We tried everything to calm them down but the both of us were too tired to do that properly," winced Max apologetically. "since well, we're well past our usual shifts. But luckily Kim came up with this idea!"
"Marshmallows! Now obviously we couldn't use a real fire and we can't just let 20 kids use candles to roast them so-"
"Wait wait wait...a candle?" Calis asked.
"Yea, during blackouts I would light a candle and roast marshmallows with it."
"...carry on."
"So we decided to use Fure since he can control how hot he gets and he's easier to manage than a fire."
"Told you they would have the younglings entertained." Calis whispered to their captain who snorted.
#black out + candles + marshmallows + boredom = roasting marshmallows at the kitchen table with a candle and chopstick#was so gud#roped my mom into doing it with me#she thought i was a genius while my brother thought i was developing a marshmallow addiction#i will teach a child this#just not a young one#one that can be trusted with candles#...so probably not a child but a teenager#idk#the adventures of kim and max running a space child centre#humans are space orcs#humans are space oddities
133 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Just don't talk--------
-and remember my coffee order.
p12 to Just don't talk
summary: First outing in public, as the two don't even try to hide that they're in love with each other.
As far as bizarre goes, this meeting was up there at the top, yet again.
The comms team had a big chart put up in the meeting room, with timelines, platforms, twists and turns - it was like watching someone explain a plot for some movie script. This is where you'll be spotted kissing for the first time, this is when you post a photo with a family member, this is when you'll go on a vacation together (faked, obviously) and this is when you'll part on separate vacation and soft launch your break up - and this is your break up note for social media. It was funny, yet a little overwhelming.
"Obviously, this will be adapted as we move forward. As you can see here on the next slide, these are the numbers we are setting as our targets. The amount of revenue generated by this will be affecting the schedule," the assistant presenting this seemed to have a little too much fun with it, up to the point when Lando thought they were getting off on it. He saved his comments - why would he stir the pot too much? Now that he has what he wanted. This is just a charade that they will have to get through. And if all goes according to their plan, all of the people making these presentations will be very surprised one day. He was sort of looking forward to wiping their smiles off.
"talk about romance," Y/N texted Lando secretly. He chuckled and shared a look with her, as if to say "we got this".
The numbers part was where it reached the peak of weird. The pair sat, watching people calculating how much money they will make out of them sharing few kisses in public and estimating how much will this affect their marketability.
Y/N had few issues with their plan. Mainly, it seemed to avoid anything really personal. As if a relationship was only about sharing a holiday and flaunting around with family pictures. She for one hated this part and made it very clear that no family of hers will be involved. But where were the shared streams, the dinner dates and shared hotel rooms? If this was a blueprint of their relationship, then it would have been a very shit one. But then again, this was the fake dating public part - they could not control what they did in their own real relationship. But she really hoped it would not be like that.
//
Their first public scheduled public outing - a very simple coffee run together, no hiding, little cute chat and holding hands. Those were the instruction they'd received.
It was one of the rare free days between races. She woke up at his place after spending first stressless night with him after few hard days. They both woke up early, still processing the time difference.
"Hello, sunshine," he whispered, as they laid side by side, legs tangled together. He watched her attentively, studying her face as she let a smile out upon hearing him.
"I don't wanna get up," she mumbled and wiggled her way deeper into his embrace. "Let's just stay here, like this."
She was just too cute to resist, stuck somewhere between sleep and awake. So honest and unguarded. Lando hasn't felt this relaxed in years. He held her tightly as her breath tickled him in his chest.
"I'd love nothing more that to stay here, my dear. But we gotta go out today, remember?"
"But it's just so comfortable here, please," she set her voice higher than usual, as if to convince him to skip school with her.
"Don't be a little tease, otherwise I'll never get anything done ever again," he joked and pulled away a bit in order to give her few pecks on her cheek.
"I'm a tease? What a double standard," she remarked curiously, as she traced his morning wood with her fingers.
He took a deep breath, trying to gather all the morale he had in him. "I can't exactly control that," he said heavily.
"I like it. Can you be my breakfast?" she asked, suddenly full of life. She abruptly sat up on him and demonstratively licked her lips, morning hair all tangled up, no clothes or make up on. How was he supposed to resist that? She smirked as she saw his determination leave and went on to suck him off while holding his hand.
His moans were louder that what she used from him. It was like entering a different room this time. A very pretty one.
//
"Did I ever tell you that you have really beautiful eyes?" she asked all of a sudden, as they were heading towards his fridge for a premade breakfast.
He looked at her as he opened the door. "I don't think so," he answered shyly. She could melt right then and there.
Lando took out two chai bowls and put them on his table. All very casual and comfortable.
She took her first spoon and immediately noticed her favorite smell. "My chef always skips on cinnamon. He believes it's bad for the gut."
"Do you not like it?" he asked, worried he unintentionally fucked up.
She licked her spoon, reminiscing of having his cock in her mouth just moments ago. "No, I really love it. Miss it, actually."
"You need to get a different chef, what kind of a bullshit is that?"
"Life is full of bullshit, Lando."
"Well aren't you a philosopher," he teased her once again.
They made sure to be at the top of their game. Tried on few outfits, trying to find something that might fit them both, Y/N being in her full on follicular phase and focusing more on removing the outfits from him, rather than putting them on. He acted annoyed, but was over the moon she finds him attractive as well. Once they finally rolled out his apartment, they were quite sight to see.
"Do you realize we did not decide on the most important thing," she said as Lando casually walked over to the driver's seat of one of his cars.
"Hm?"
She gave him a look instead of speaking, letting him figure it out on his own.
He was usually quite oblivious to these hints, but this one dropped fast.
"Absolutely not."
"I share your sentiment, absolutely not. I know how you drive, Lando."
"More podiums than you, so I get the driver's privileges. Stop overthinking and get it the car."
It was a matter of principles - she was not going to let them fall into relationship stereotypes automatically. And also she just did not accept other people driving, making her awfully similar to Lando.
"Have we never sat in a car together before?" he lost track a bit, trying to recall any other time they'd share a car.
"Nope."
It was becoming a stare down at this point. Neither of them backing down.
"My car is parked nearby. We can go separately," she bargained, waiting for him to back off. But he saw right through her, his ego not letting him get her away with that.
He replied without blinking. "Sure. Why the hell not." She wanted him to back down and he wanted the same from her. "Do you want me to drive you to your car?"
He was mocking her and she was not having it.
"Nope, just text me the location and we'll see who gets there first," she challenged, still sort of hoping for him to fold.
"Great, I'll give you a five minute head start," and he nonchalantly sat into his car.
"Fucking idiot," she mumbled under her breath. He heard her and had to bite his lips to stop himself smiling.
She tried to race there first while not breaking that many laws and not endangering anyone, but he still won. He was standing there, leaning on his car with all his glory, as he watched her park angrily.
"Hi, baby," he greeted her and took his hat off. "Better luck next time." He gave her a mocking pseudo-sad pout.
"For each speeding ticket you'll get 30 seconds penalty," she hit him back.
"Worth it and still first," he winked. "Ready?"
"I guess so." He walked over to her and took her hand in his. Already there were few bystanders noticing them.
"We'll be ok," he reassured more himself than her probably.
"I was kinda hoping for more than that," she tried to lighten up the mood, as sudden nerves washed over her.
"You just never stop, do you," he laughed as they walked over to the cafĂŠ and he held the door open for her.
"You wish."
As they entered, he asked about her coffee order and made sure to memorize it for the future. If he was to be a boyfriend, he would be the best one. She kept looking to the ground as he order for both of them. He saw her slight distress and hoped that she was not regretting this - being out in the open with him. Even though their teams thought this was all fake, it was more than real for him. He would not admit this to anyone, but he was also kind of nervous. But there was not a doubt in his mind about this being worth it. She stood next to him, practically glued to his side and it felt nice as they waited for their order. He had to find a way to cheer her, main reason being that he cared about her mood and the second being their first pictures had to have looking at least little bit like having fun.
"It's actually quite exciting, isn't it?" Lando asked, unsuccessfully fighting his smile. The more he thought about them, the more was starting to like this whole thing.
"What is, Lando?" she replied, coming back to reality and locking eyes with him. It worked like magic. Within seconds, she was smitten through the roof.
He held her hand as a lover would. It was like touching a life wire. Sending impulses throughout their bodies.
"Being able to do this in public," he mumbled under his breath and stepped just a little bit closer. Time to break the rules.
He licked his lips "Ready?"
She was on the same wavelength as him. "Will this be our first kiss?" she teased, shifting towards him.
He put his arm around her waist, pushing her as close as possible. "Uhm."
"But this is ahead of the schedule they'd planned," she teased, totally on board with him.
"And you can watch me try to give a damn." There was fire dancing in his eyes. She put her arms on his chest, letting herself go into his embrace and closed her eyes, as he put his lips onto hers and kissed her. It was a gentle peck, their lips slowly brushing onto each other, the way that they had many times before. Yet, it still felt special. Carefree. Bold and confident.
There weren't many people in the cafe and the kiss wasn't exactly a long one, but it was enough. They had it documented from several angles. Y/N searched for the photos and saved them all. Neither of them quite ready for the storm coming their way.
_________________________________________
@scopeiguess @leclercsluv @sulliamour @starmanv @riverxsq @eviethetheatrefreak @chonkybonky @bicchaan @saachiep81 @chezmardybum @a-beaverhausen @tbsloneely @iamkaku @amberpanda99
#lando norris#lando norris smut#lando norris smau#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#biting kink#lando norris fanfic#ln4 imagine#formula 1#formula one x reader#lando norris x Y/N#f1 fanfic#formula 1 fluff#formula 1 fanfic#ln4 x reader#ln4 x y/n#lando norris x y/n#f1 smut#smut#f1 imagine#f1 social media au#ln4 fic#love bites#lando norris angst#lando norris fluff#enemies to lovers#fake dating#PR relationship
272 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Do you have any angsty/general hcs of Wild?
yesssss yes i do >:) i actually have a lot of thoughts about Wild (sorry for taking so long to answer this im real behind on asks)
- Fluent in a TON of languages, which he only discovered when he actually went to the other regions of Hyrule and got a few memories back. If you asked him to think about it he wouldnât be able to, but plop him down and have him have a conversation with someone from a different region in his Hyrule and the memory of the language will come back and he can understand and speak with them
- His poor body is so used to getting thrown around that he rarely if EVER experiences motion sickness (never let him challenge you to see who can roll down a hill faster. it will be him because he will make it to the bottom and you will have to stop because you got nauseous.)
- Thereâs something INCREDIBLY odd about him that is both extremely uncanny and alluring at the same time, and its not because heâs covered in scars. Like people will look at him as he passes by and they canât STOP looking at him for some unknown reason and they get a full body chill when they do. It took the chain a very very long time to stop feeling like that near him because they just had to adjust to him (itâs not caused by anything Wild does, heâs not in control of it, itâs just that he has the aura of an ancient dead being and itâs so fucking strong that those who are more attuned to magic can like. literally feel him.)
- His eyes used to be a very dark, stormy blue. In a way, they still are, but they seem unnaturally bright and almost turquoise, but if you actually got up in his face you can see the stormy blue beneath it, it just looks very oddly dead
- Heâs hard of hearing, and itâs harder to hear from the ear on the same side as his scars which he why he really liked learning the chain knowns sign because he CAN read lips fairly well but sometimes itâs just hard and annoying to have to do when people are talking quietly. He can hear like, a slightly louder than normal talking volume if the person heâs chatting with isnât too far from him, but anything softer than that becomes very hard for him to make out
- He has no memory of his mother, and the guilt eats him alive. She died so long ago thereâs no one alive who remembers her still, not even the few older people whoâve survived the calamity and stuck around for a hundred years, and he feels bad that he has a few faint memories of his dad and sister but not her
- Heâs a bit scared of Warriors at first because he looks at him and wonders if that might have been what his life wouldâve looked like had he not failed, but once he spends more time with him and realizes that Wars is just a person, and a person who lives under so much stress and regret at that, he realizes he has a lot in common with him and they connect really well
- He. LOVES. to. talk. Whether heâs using sign or running his mouth he LOVES to talk, and he has so much to talk ABOUT. He has so many pictures and heâs seen SO many things and now he has friends to share that with who also love to learn???? This is so good for him. However he will stop talking the second he gets overwhelmed or overstimulated, and sometimes it takes him a day or two to start talking again
- He documents everything with his slate to show Zelda when he gets home because even though sheâs free now, he feels bad that he gets to see a side of the world she never will so he takes pictures of it so she can experience things through HIS memories in a way to pay her back for letting him re-experience life through hers
- He sometimes has trouble feeling like heâs actually IN his body and it scares him. He mentioned it to Wars at one point (because Wars has moments where he doesnât seem all too there) but neither of them can figure out if heâs dissociating because of trauma or if his soul is literally just loosely tied to his body because he died and he ACTUALLY starts to drift out of it. It scares him that Wars doesnât have an actual answer for him, and no one else seems to know either
- He gets overwhelmed at times, especially when people hover over him because he simply isnât used to it, but if he gets hurt he will let Twilight hover all he wants because the alternative is Twi working himself up and driving everyone else insane and Wild knows that Twi just needs to feel useful and taking care of people helps him keep himself calm. So Wild puts up with it
- Will spontaneously try new food dishes or just combine ingredients he was curious about and feed it to the chain without telling them heâs testing out a brand new recipe so they arenât unconsciously biased when he asks them how it is (obviously he avoids allergens, diet restrictions, or foods that will just make them uncomfortable because heâs not an asshole, he just doesnât tell them its something heâs never made before)
- On a similar note one of the first things he did when the chain started getting comfortable with eat other was take them all one by one and have them cook with him a dish they liked from home so he could learn the recipes and they could all share their cultures and food with each other
- Itâs not that he DOESNT take care of his hair, he just also barrels down hills, crashes through bushes, and falls in mud puddles so by the end of the day heâs a hot mess. He takes very good care of his hair, and he WILL NOT go to bed without combing it out and braiding it to keep it from tangling, no matter how fucking tired he is (or Twi or Wars will end up doing it for him)
- TERRIFYINGLY intelligent and a brilliant strategist. Heâs the only one whoâs ever outsmarted Wars in a game of chess, and no one in the chain has gotten over it. Sometimeâs Wildâs head is really foggy and itâs hard for him to think but on days of clarity heâs wicked smart and he thinks FAST
- Itâs very hard for him to sleep sometimes because of his century long nap. Sometimes heâll be up for multiple days in a row and then crash for 15 hours
- It is not necessarily that heâs reckless, more so that he had to relearn what it is like to be killable. His recklessness is accidental. He woke up, grabbed a stick, and just fucking WENT, and when he got miphaâs grace he was invincible for a bit. Obviously he knew death was a thing but until he recovered the memory of himself dying, it was almost like he didnât think it could happen to him. Because of this, sometimes he just jumps at things before he remembers âhey, you can die doing this- maybe do notâ
111 notes
¡
View notes
Text
you belong with me
satoru gojo x f!reader
**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series
content: high school!au, gojo is a robotics nerd, reader is class president, emo nanami (my beloved), toji is ur shitass football playing boyfriend, typical cheesy highschool drama
an: tell me why posting this is giving me a tummy ache like I haven't posted for gojo in forever and now i think I suck at it :OOO anyways, please be nice to me about this and close your eyes if you hate it. also, totally reliving my high school days when I was senior class vice president (worst experience of my life) FDLJFKDSJFLS
--
Youâre a hater. A self proclaimed, real-life, deep in your soul hater.Â
What do you hate today? Being class president.Â
You hate that you willingly ran, somehow won, had people up your ass all day about stuff that wasnât in your control, and got stuck in the current situation you were in. Which was arguing with your boyfriend Toji, as you pace around your room and do your own fair share of screaming back.Â
âYou just did that shit because you were pissed at me.âÂ
âI did not, Toji. You know, not everything is about you. Other people needed the money and I put it where it was needed.âÂ
âTo the color guard team? Babe, no one gives a fuck about the color guard team. Everyone is at the homecoming game to watch the football team. Not a bunch of idiots waving flags in the air.âÂ
âTheyâre also part of the game and all their equipment is broken. They need it more than you when you guys literally get donors and funding from the district and-â
âYouâre just pissed about the sweetheart thing. Thatâs why youâre doing this shit and taking it out on everyone else.âÂ
âToji, Iâm not even mad about-âÂ
Youâre met with the sound of ringing over the phone, signaling that Toji had enough and finally hung up on you. You flop straight onto your bed, pushing your face so hard into your pillow that sits uncomfortably against your nose and the smell of your laundry detergent makes its way to the crevices of your brain.
You hear a banging behind you and twist around to see Gojo pointing at his walkie-talkie, switching it on as you reach for yours. Itâs still covered in glittery pink stickers from when you were seven, the silver coming off on your hand every time you grab it.Â
âCome in, bunny.âÂ
âLoud and clear, Toru.âÂ
He smiles, setting his hardware down - probably for another weird ass robot he was making - as he holds it up to his face, talking again.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
âYeah. Just arguing with Toji, again. Iâll start allocating some of our funds to get you some sound proof windows.âÂ
âMuch appreciated, Madam President. Thatâs very generous of you.âÂ
You laugh, dropping the walkie talkie to lift your fingertips to your temples, lightly massaging the pulsating under your skin.Â
âFor what itâs worth, the color guard team is really grateful you did that for them. I know Utahime was so excited when the new flags came in, she was flipping them around on the field for hours.âÂ
âThatâs why itâs even more annoying. I know what I did was right, but he just doesnât see it that way. Uta dragged me down to the field to watch them and their choreography looks so much better with the multicolored flags. They were really happy about it.âÂ
âHeavy is the head that wears the crown?âÂ
âHeavy is the head thatâs dating Toji Fushiguro.âÂ
He laughs as you switch your channel off, taking the last few seconds to study you before you draw your curtains. He can see the tension sitting in your shoulders and how clearly it hurts you to argue with Toji like this. And it infuriates him. That you even have to go to sleep angry and that the cause is the headass idiot youâre dating.Â
Toji Fushiguro is lucky, far more lucky than he realizes. Not for obvious reasons. Yeah, heâs a great football player and yeah, heâll probably get scouted for some really good university at the end of the year. He doesnât have a shortage of friends or intelligence and for all intents and purposes, heâs loved (which Gojo doesnât understand at all).Â
Heâll probably be that scumbag that people see a few years down the line and then get infuriated at. Because if an absolute asshat like Toji Fushiguro can be successful, then truly all things have gone to shit. That the patriarchy is real, that society is broken, living proof that the asshole always wins and everyone else always loses.Â
But no, those are common reasons to hate Toji Fushiguro - ones heâs heard echoed by Suguru and Shoko every time he does something that pisses the two of them off. Like scream obscenities in the hallways, block their parking spots when theyâre going to class, call them names when they walk by.Â
No. Toji Fushiguro is lucky because he gets to date you. Because out of the long list of girls he had to pick one, Toji just had to pick the one that was his. The girl heâs been in love with since he moved in right across the street and had a smiley neighbor excitedly waving at him through her bay window.Â
To him, love has always been the pigtail braids you used to wear everyday in the fourth grade, the matching walkie-talkies you bought him in sixth grade when he got grounded, and that sweet smile youâve had since the first day heâs met you.Â
And when he sees those green curtains pulled against the bay window heâs stared at for years, where heâs loved you from for years, he lifts the walkie and says what he forgot to mention.Â
I love you.
--
Thanks to your gracious ride, you make it to school thirty minutes early. Your intuition - that Toji was ditching you as your ride to school this morning - was correct. Luckily, you made it in time just before class started.Â
Nanamiâs already seated on the green bench outside the classroom, headphones plugged into his ears. As you walk up, you silently wonder how much hair gel it takes to keep his Gerard Way hairstyle in place.Â
âHi Kento! How is my best friend doing on this fine morning?âÂ
âWeâre not best friends.âÂ
âSure we are!âÂ
You reach forward and pinch his cheek in your hand, which he only swats off and rolls his eyes at. Thatâs how you know your best friends. Because if it was anyone else, Nanami would probably break their hand and walk away. But he always lets you tease him, because he know he loves you.Â
âAre you still fighting with that dog?âÂ
âThat dog has a name. And itâs Toji. And Iâm not sure, he didnât pick me up for school this morning.âÂ
âDid he at least tell you he wouldnât?âÂ
âNo. I was lucky enough that Satoru had walked Megs to the bus stop a little late and I was able to get a ride with him.âÂ
Nanami looks over, narrowing his eyes at you, as the hallway starts getting crowded with people. And you know what heâs saying, what heâs been saying for the past few months.Â
âYou know, itâs very normal to give your neighbor a ride when they need one. Not everything has ulterior motives, Kento.âÂ
âThatâs true. Everything doesnât have ulterior motives. But he does. Iâve seen how he looks at you.â
âHow does he look at me, Kento?âÂ
âLike heâd kiss the ground youâd walk on.âÂ
You roll your eyes, reaching up to mess up his perfectly styled hair. It doesnât budge and you get a handful of minty smelling hair gel.
âAs if.â
Like youâve summoned him by bringing him up, Satoruâs sidestepping to where you and Nanami are sitting, Shoko and Getou in tow with him.Â
âNanami~~ Howâs my best friend doing?â Satoru says, bending over to totally obscure Nanamiâs line of vision.
âShut the fuck up, Gojo.â Nanami responds.Â
Nanami stands up, giving you a look, before he stalks away to his next class. Leaving you, Satoru, Shoko, and Getou standing in front of your classroom. Â
âSo. I hear you have a robotics competition?â you ask.
âYeah. Next Saturday. We always practice our hardware out the night before, throw a little party in the lab. You should come.â Getou says, smiling at you.Â
Satoru smacks Getou in the stomach right after he invites you, clearly trying to tell him something with his eyes. And then when he catches you staring, he gives you a nervous laugh.Â
You get it. He doesnât want you there.
âDonât act too excited to see me now, Satoru. Anything more and I might think you like me.â you bite sarcastically.
âWhat? No, itâs not like that. I just-â Satoru stutters,Â
âSo you donât like me?â you say, smirking at him. Shoko and Getou are laughing, the tips of Satoruâs turning pink as he very adamantly tells you that he does indeed like you.Â
âI have stuff to set up for the homecoming game that day, so I wonât be able to. But Iâll try my best, yeah?âÂ
âOkay. Next time?â Getou asks.Â
âSure, Sugar-u. Iâll see you guys around, yeah?âÂ
You give the three of them a polite smile as you trudge away, leaving to meet Toji at his locker and give him a piece of your mind for this morning. Which leaves Shoko and Getou to give Satoru the scolding of his life.Â
âAre you fucking stupid, Satoru? You made it seem like you didnât want her there.â Shoko says, smacking him on the back of the head.Â
âI panicked! Plus, Haibara always likes to play Just Dance and Iâd rather not embarrass myself in front of her.â Satoru responds, rubbing the now sore spot on the back of his head.Â
âYouâre hopeless, Satoru. Sheâs never going to like you if you keep rejecting her the way you do.â Suguru says, dragging him along to the robotics lab.Â
âShe has a boyfriend. Who isnât me. As if she would even consider dating me in the first place.âÂ
And when the three of them pass you by the lockers, clearly getting yelled at by Toji, it only furthers their argument more.Â
âYeah, Iâm sure she really loves him, Satoru.âÂ
--
Your argument with Toji hours prior simmers in your head, as you wait for the bus to arrive and for this godforsaken day to finally be over. You watch him pile into his car with Salma and the other boys from the football team, which only makes your anger fester more.Â
Heâs doing this to piss you off. Of course, heâs doing this to-
âNeed a ride?âÂ
You look up and unclench your fists to find Satoru, sparkly blue eyes shining at you and a hand held out to you.Â
âThanks.âÂ
He leads you to his car, an almost demolished Honda Civic from his maniacal driving, and you climb in, immediately putting your head in your hands. You can feel him moving around you, the engine purring on and him backing out of the spot.Â
âAbout earlier. I donât not want you to come to the robotics thing. I just thought it was awkward the way he asked you and I-I didnât want you to feel obligated to come, you know? And I-Iâd like it if you came too and so would the rest of us.â he rambles, a hand in his hair.Â
You look up, his ears tinted pink from the confession.Â
âI was just teasing you, Satoru. Iâll try to make it by, okay?âÂ
He sighs, a clear breath of relief, and looks over to smile.
âOkay, cool cool cool. Now tell me why you and Toji are fighting.âÂ
âWhen arenât we fighting?â you murmur, pressing your head against the glass.Â
âBut why?âÂ
And when you look over, his blue eyes staring into yours, in earnest while the light is red, you unload it all.Â
âDo you know about the sweethearts thing they do at the homecoming game?âÂ
âUh. Thatâs when the cheerleaders wear the jerseys right. And then decorate the locker room or some shit for the players.âÂ
âYeah. Well, itâs not limited to cheerleaders. It usually is, but if youâre dating someone, that person can do it for you.âÂ
âSo Iâm guessing Toji doesnât want you to do it for him.âÂ
âNot exactly. He was just saying that itâs more traditional for a cheerleader to do it since theyâre also on the side of the track and he wants to see his name out there instead of running around, trying to make sure the game is running and all that.âÂ
You slump into the chair as Satoru frowns, a pitying look in his eyes, as he keeps driving. You canât help but watch him, his silhouette against the window - defined jaw, the slope of his nose.Â
Heâs not the guy who ran away from kissing you in the eighth grade. Heâs just ten times hotter.Â
You shake your head, letting the thought spill from your mind, as Satoru looks over.Â
âJamoca?â he says, giving you a wide grin.Â
You canât help but laugh, nodding as Satoru makes a sharp left turn, making his way to the ice cream shop.Â
Jamoca is your favorite ice cream flavor. Coffee, layered with fudge and almonds, became a proclaimed favorite when Satoru dragged you once in the sixth grade. After very sorely losing the class president battle, you moped in your room for five days - even going as far as borrowing one of Nanamiâs My Chemical Romance vinyls to truly and properly mope.Â
On day three of blasting the vinyl, Satoru called enough and dragged you to the closest ice cream store, claiming it was the closest thing to therapy that you normies could afford. Since then, any bad day was easily solved with two things.Â
Jamoca and Satoru.Â
When you make it to the store, Satoruâs excitedly dragging you out of the car, his hand pressed in yours as you both run into the store, giggling while you order your single scoops. And when he drags you out to the curb and you sit there, you silently think to yourself why you ever stopped doing this in the first place.Â
Satoru leans over, digging his chocolate fudge covered spoon into your cup, before talking.Â
âSo. If you guys fight so much, why are you still dating?âÂ
âDunno. Feels weird to initiate a breakup, I guess. I canât see myself doing it.âÂ
âEven when he wants other girls to be his sweetheart?âÂ
âEven when he wants other girls to be his sweetheart.âÂ
You kick the pebbles into the broken parts of the pavement, leaning your elbows on your knees.Â
âI donât know, Toru. I guess he was just the first guy who ever liked me back and then IâŚ.spent so much time in the relationship and trying to make it work that it feels weird to let it go now.âÂ
Satoru swallows hard, eyeing his melting ice cream, as he ponders the best response. Because in earnest, he has two options. Support you or be selfish. Support you to stay with Toji, to do what youâve been doing because he knows itâs what you want. Or be selfish. Tell you that he you deserve better, that he could be that for you if you just let him.Â
He reaches over, flicking you in the forehead.Â
âOuch, asshole.âÂ
âYouâve got a really big brain in there. And you always have. Youâll figure out the right thing to do, just give it time.âÂ
And when you give him a halfhearted smile, reaching over into his cup for a bite of his ice cream, he lets it go.Â
He canât be selfish. Not when it comes to you anyways.Â
--
After running around all day, you give yourself thirty minutes to go to Satoruâs robotics thing. After triple checking the microphones work, the yearbook team has access to the field, the glitter has been set out for everyone trickling in, and that everyone who could possibly need your phone number has it, you speed run to the other side of campus, to the robotics lab.Â
And when you make it, the five of them - Haibara, Nanami, Shoko, Getou, and Satoru - are in the room playing Just Dance. Shokoâs sitting on top of the desk, flippantly moving her remote in the air, while Satoru quite literally is trying to give it all heâs got - and losing apparently.Â
You lightly push the door open, which stops the two of them in their tracks, and youâre met with some very excited cheers as they all drag you into the room. You take a seat next to Nanami, giving his cheek a pinch, which he hates.Â
âYouâre Haibara, right?âÂ
âYou know who I am?âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I? Youâre friends with Nanami and Nanami and I are best friends.âÂ
âNo we arenât.â responds Nanami, now sulking two seats away from you.Â
âAre too.âÂ
You throw the nearest object, a pencil at Nanami, as you turn back to Haibara and laugh.Â
âI like your shirt. Flight of the Navigator is a really good movie.âÂ
You see Satoru, Shoko, and Suguruâs eyes widen in the back at your words and hear a considerable amount of groaning from Nanami behind you. And after twenty minutes, you find out why.Â
Haibara really, really loves Flight of the Navigator. Almost too much. In earnest, you barely remember the movie - at most, maybe the weird little alien companion he has. But here Haibara is, reciting the cast, the directors, acting out the scenes and itâs clear to you that youâve tapped into some monster they all keep hidden.Â
Luckily for you, Satoru comes to your rescue.Â
âOkay, Haibara. Iâm going to steal her for you for some Just Dance.âÂ
âI donât Just Dance Satoru.âÂ
âOh yeah? Youâre just saying that because you know youâre going to lose.âÂ
You scoff, knowing exactly what heâs doing.Â
âAs if, sweetheart. I distinctly remember you banning us from ever playing that game together after I beat you in the fifth grade.âÂ
âYouâre rusty. Maybe weâll start with something easy. Like Rasputin.âÂ
âI could do Rasputin in my sleep, bitch.âÂ
âProve it.âÂ
You roll your eyes as you march over to the front, where theyâre projecting the game onto the screen. And just for posterityâs sake, you take Satoruâs sunglasses from where they were flipped over on the desk and put them on, effectively blinding yourself from the screen.Â
And when the songs start, you can hear them all laughing behind you, Satoru and you hurling insults at each other as you dance on. And somewhere around the middle, youâre sure Satoru must be losing because he grabs your hands and suddenly heâs swinging you around in the air, his hands on your waist as you laugh.Â
And when you take your blindfold off and the song dies down, Satoru wins by five points.Â
âYou asshole. You literally cheated, Satoru.âÂ
âDid not. Youâre just a sore loser, bitch.âÂ
âYou kiss your mom with that mouth?âÂ
âEvery night, sweetheart.âÂ
You put the palm of your hand in his face as you push him away, moving to sit on the desk. He joins you, the two of you now watching Haibara and Nanami have a very one sided dance battle.Â
After forty-five minutes, Satoruâs phone buzzes three times and the smile on his face drops when he checks. You place your hand on his, squeezing twice before asking.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
âHuh. Oh, yeah. I-I think you should go to the field. Right now.âÂ
âWait, what? But you hate that kind of-âÂ
He grabs your hand, dragging you out, as you both start running to the field. You keep asking as he pulls you on, getting almost no response and only a faster pace.Â
And when you reach the field, you catch just the end of it and the only thing grounding you to that moment is Satoru and Utahime, who was surely the one who had texted Satoru, holding onto your shoulders.Â
Salma, the cheerleader Toji picked to be his sweetheart, just asked him to homecoming during halftime. And he said yes.Â
Utahime squeezes your hand three times, a soft look in her eyes when she talks.Â
âIâm so sorry, Y/N. I just thought you would want to know and I wanted to tell you because youâve been nothing but nice to me.âÂ
You smile, moving into her open arms as you whisper a small thank you into her shoulder. She leaves, having to return to the color guard team waiting for her on the side, leaving you and Satoru standing on the pavement right by the field.Â
âTake you home?âÂ
âThanks, Toru.âÂ
âYou want Jamoca?âÂ
âNot today.âÂ
He nods, a hand on the small of your back, as he leads you to his car, even going as far as opening the door for you and letting you crack the windows while you drive back - which you know he hates.Â
At the first red light, he taps on the top of your head to get your attention.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?âÂ
âDo you think thereâs something wrong with me?âÂ
âWhat? Of course, not. Toji is just an asshat who doesnât see you for what youâre worth and-âÂ
âNo. No, no. Not like that. Do you think thereâs something wrong with me because Iâm not even the tiniest bit sad right now? IâmâŚrelieved.âÂ
Satoru looks over, the red front the traffic light flashing on your face, and a blank expression staring back at him.Â
âOf course, not. Heâs a grade one idiot. Anyone in your position would feel that way, bunny.âÂ
âI know. Thatâs true.âÂ
âBut?âÂ
âDoes this make me defective, Satoru? Like, maybe I just canât like people that much or something and I was the problem.âÂ
Satoru twiddles his thumbs on the steering wheel, pondering the same question he has been asking for the past few days. Encourage her or be selfish.Â
He canât be selfish with you.Â
âOkay, Y/N. Close your eyes.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âJust do it.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
He looks over, to find you eyelids fluttering shut, your face lit up by the streetlights outside.
âNow. Tell me about your dream guy, bunny.âÂ
âWhat are you going on ab-âÂ
âJust do it.âÂ
You sigh, before thinking hard about his question.Â
âSomeone I can be comfortable with. Thatâs my type. Like we can have fun together and play games but also being around them is comforting to me. Things might suck, but at least they are there to kind of pick me up at the end of the day. Theyâre nice to people and are surrounded by good company, because you are who you love and they try to be better each day.âÂ
After finishing, you open your eyes to find Satoru staring at you, an all-knowing look on his face.Â
âBunny?âÂ
âToru?âÂ
âDoes that sound anything like Toji to you?âÂ
You slump back into your chair, sinking down.Â
âNo.â you murmur.Â
âYou arenât defective. Well, maybe in the higher level cognitive thinking part because you clearly have some impaired decision making but-âÂ
âHey. Donât be rude, asshole.âÂ
âGet out of the car.âÂ
You crane your head out the window to see youâre in fact not at your house, but at the ice cream store. And when he comes around to your side of the car, opening your door, he drags you out, the two of you eating you ice cream in the light of the dingy lamp outside the store.Â
--
You knock hard on your window, only stopping when Satoru looks up from his desk, dropping the pencil he was just scribbling with. You point to your walkie talkie, switching on the channel as he grabs his.Â
âHi bunny. You look nice.âÂ
âThank you. Are you coming tonight?âÂ
To homecoming. Because despite all odds and last night, you still have to go. And crown the homecoming king and queen since youâre the class president, which youâre sure will be Salma and Toji since the universe is very, very kind to you.Â
âIâm sorry. Haibara needed help designing something for next week.âÂ
âOh. Okay. I wish you were.âÂ
âI wish I was too. His hardware is Flight of the Navigator themed so wish me luck.âÂ
You laugh, giving him one last smile as he pulls the curtains to his window. And when you see his navy windows against the pane youâve stared at him through for years, it only now occurs to you.Â
When he asked you to describe that last night, he unlocked something. Bringing it to your attention, to the forefront of your mind.Â
The person you were describing is him. You lift your walkie talkie to your mouth, press the button, and mention the words you forgot to say.Â
I love you.
And then you turn on your heel and drive yourself to the dance.Â
--
Satoru ponders it for thirty minutes.Â
Support her or be selfish. Support her or be selfish. Support her or be selfish.Â
Be fucking selfish.Â
Satoru gets up, dropping the hardware he was making for Haibara, and pulls out the first suit he can find. He grabs his walkie talkie off his desk, convinces Megumi to go beg your mom (who loves Megumi) for your walkie talkie, and then goes ninety on the freeway to get to the school on time.Â
He finds Nanami first, the glob of gel on his head somehow even worse than normal and sets his plan in motion.Â
âNanami.âÂ
âPlease, for the love of god, not tod-âÂ
âGo hand this to Y/N.âÂ
Nanami and now Shoko are taking the walkie in their hands, flipping it over and inspecting it like theyâre the fucking FBI. And more importantly, wasting time.Â
Three feet away, youâre standing by the punch table, counting how many balloons are on the ceiling. You reach three hundred and fifteen when youâre approached for the first time that night, by Nanami and Shoko.Â
âNanami. What is going on with your hair? You canât possibly need that much hair gel.â
âYou would be shocked, Y/N.âÂ
âThat's what I said to him too. But this is for you.â Shoko says.
She hands you your walkie talkie, the silver glitter coming off on your hand, as you flip it over.Â
âDid you break into my house, Shoko?âÂ
âNo. But Iâm guessing Satoru did. He ran in here five minutes ago and basically yelled at us to give it to you.âÂ
They both shrug as they walk away and you look around, clutching the walkie talkie so hard in your hand you think you might break it. Satoruâs here.
And when you scan your eyes around the room, you see him at the front door, his eyes already fixed on yours. Heâs smiling so big that it makes your heart squelch and suddenly youâre moving towards him. And as you both start walking (running) to each other, you canât help but feel the anticipation of whatâs coming.Â
Except thatâs right when Toji stands in the middle of the two of you, his characteristic slimy, sneer on his face. He reaches for your hand first.Â
âCan we talk, Y/N?âÂ
"No."
You shrug your hand off, pushing right past him, as you walk closer to Satoru. You can hear Toji shouting something at you, but youâre too tunnel visioned on Satoru to pay attention. And when you reach him, youâre both smiling so big at each other, that it makes your face hurt.Â
He lifts his walkie talkie to his mouth, talking first.Â
âCome in, bunny?âÂ
âLoud and clear, Toru.âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
You can feel yourself smiling so big, so excited that youâre basically jumping on your toes, your walkie shaking in your hand.Â
âI love you.âÂ
âOh thank god. I was scared I was going to get a breaking and entering charge.â
You laugh, pulling him down by his tie and kissing him square on his face. And when he pulls away, ears pink and face red, you whisper against his lips.Â
âIt was always going to be you. I belong with you.âÂ
He smiles, that stupid smile youâve stared at, loved for years and you canât help but cheese, leaning forward to kiss him again.
--
the satoru as taylor swift songs series masterlist
taglist: @porridgesblog @platrom  @k0z3me  @kayleegomez  @yihona-san06  @bsenpai @sweetenertea  @skzismyhome  @mykyoon @violetmatcha @rebeccawinters  @luna0713hunter @shotenvinsoot @itzmeme @squirrelspoetry
#ok guys#no one be mean#im just a girl#satoru gojo#satoru x you#satoru x reader#satoru x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x y/n#satoru gojo x you#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo fluff#satoru fluff#jjk#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk satoru#jjk gojo#gojou satoru x you#gojo satorou#satoru gojou#jujutsu gojo
871 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Daryl Ă fem reader
Reader accidentally breaks her glasses cause she pressed her face too hard in the pillows while Daryl was fucking her from behind
(I don't know how to make requests lol)
I love your writing <3
Spectacles
18+ MDNI || Warnings: smutty intro, profanity, generally suggestive content
    All you could do was drop the sheets and surrender to the animalistic noises that escaped you every time his pelvis connected violently with your bare ass.Â
    He loved you like that â completely limp and sex drunk. He was a man who enjoyed having control, and it translated into the bedroom frequently. Especially when he had a bad day or just hadnât got his hands on you the way he needed to in a while.Â
    You were both completely lost in the moment. He was almost seeing double as his eyes lost focus, barely managing to watch your body react to his movements as he neared his high.Â
    He sped up and hit harder and harder until he unloaded completely, crashing down over your back and panting with exhaustion. After some time he rolled off of you and you rolled over to face him, only to realize your glasses had come off.
    You sat up to find them. When you did, they were split down the middle, right where they would attractively sit over your nose. You held them up and stared at them in disbelief.Â
    Daryl sat up behind you and looked over your shoulder.Â
    âThat just happened?â He asked softly. You sighed.
    âYeah, probably when you were rearranging my guts just now.â You quipped. He chuckled and reached over, taking them from your hand and looking them over quickly.Â
    âIâll fix âem.â He promised, with a quick peck on the forehead, before he jumped off the mattress and disappeared from the room. You resorted to climbing in the shower and washing yourself off instead of waiting around or falling asleep.
    The water was warm and comforting over your sweaty flesh, and when you got out, you felt fresh and crisp in the cool conditioned air.Â
    You were surprised to find Daryl in your room when you went to get dressed, looking accomplished. You thought heâd gone home for the night.Â
    âOh. Youâre still here?â You asked casually as you rummaged through your drawers for something comfortable and clean.
    âTold ya Iâd fix âem.â He floated. You threw your clothes on and walked over to him, climbing in his lap and straddling him.Â
    You took your mended spectacles from his grasp and looked them over. It appeared he had melted the plastic and stuck the two halves back together. You were impressed.Â
    âInnovative.â You commented.Â
    âUh-huh.â He rolled his eyes a little. âTry âem on.â
    You slid them over your ears and adjusted them on your nose with a shrug.Â
    âFits just the same.â  You smiled.
    âGood, now take âem off so I donât break âem again.â He smirked. You giggled and set the glasses on the night stand as he rolled you over onto  the bed and planted erotic kisses over your exposed neck. Â
    âDaryl.â You whined. âI just took a shower.â
    âDidnât have to shower for me.â He groaned into your shoulder, pressing his hard clock against you.Â
    âIt wasnât for you, asshole.â You lightly slapped his shoulder. âIt was for bed.â
    âIâm in your bed.â
    âFor sleeping in my bed.â You clarified.Â
     âMm. Not gonna work, sorry.âÂ
#daryl dixon#daryl x reader#twd daryl#the walking dead daryl#daryl x female reader#daryl twd#daryl fanfiction#daryl dixon fanfic#daryl x you#daryl x y/n
188 notes
¡
View notes
Note
What you hate about each Encanto character and what you love about each Encanto character?
oh this is such a fun ask! a hard question as I love all the madrigals and the fact theyâre so flawed makes them more fun to follow!
alma: i love her commitment, how she vowed to protect all these people even sacrificing her own needs to provide for others, how she promised these people a place of refudge and was always there to provide.
dislike: An obvious one here but I dislike how controlling alma can be, how her need for perfection can blind her and lead her to disregarding her own families feelings as well as her own! Her generally dismissing a lot of the problems of her family like telling pepa to control her emotions or not realizing how hurtful her comments are to mirabel.
pepa: i love how emotional she is! when pepa loves she loves with her entire heart she pours her all into every interaction and she wears her heart on her sleeve! sheâs so compassionate! pepa truly is an open book and I love her for it!
dislike: i would probably say how she can get irrational very quickly and cause situations to elevate fast! Although I really canât blame her for this based on the circumstances!
julieta: i always describe julieta as warm and i feel like no other word can capture her comforting nature and gentleness. I just love her warmth and her soothing energy!
dislike: I would say how she tends to coddle mirabel a lot. I know it comes from a place of love but you can see it doesnât help mirabel and only makes her feel more insecure because julieta doesnât understand her.
bruno: for bruno I would say I love how selfless he is. Itâs a big thing to sacrifice your own sanity like that for someone else and itâs touching how much he truly cares about mirabel to want to protect her like that.
dislike: i would have to say how heâs timid a lot of the time. Itâs sad to see him become so resigned and almost accept his fate and stay in the walls possibly forever. He had no fight left in him.
felix: I adore how felix is just the epitome of life of the party! heâs so uplifting and I love how he never gives out to pepa for her emotions. Heâs the best at cheering people up and a sunshine in everyoneâs lives!
dislike: about felix? thatâs hard to say I feel like we donât see enough of him for me to really base my answer on anything so Iâm just gonna say how he told pepa about the vision at dinnerđ dude that was the worst idea!!
agustĂn: i love how supportive he is! He continuously supports julieta he runs after luisa when sheâs upset and he promises mirabel he would hide the vision to protect her! the fact both he and julieta tried to go after her when she ran for the candle too! He also fiercely stands up for mirabel in such an iconic way and he doesnât back down!
dislike: I would have to say how he can often hammer in the fact he is also unexceptional to try relate to mirabel but it makes the situation worse.
isabela: I love how loyal isa is. She was doing everything for the sake of the family and was willing to sign her entire life away just to keep them happy. Her loyalty knows no limits and I just feel itâs such a defining trait for her.
dislike: probably how smug she can be at times a key example being the apologize scene! it is funny but itâs also infuriating how smug she was making mirabel apologize for something she didnât even do. Also how she tells mirabel to shut up and her general rude remarks to her!
dolores: for dolores I would say I love how attentive she is! small scene but how she immediately notices alma needs help and goes to offer her support! She notices the small details even without her super hearing! Like how she points out how mariano talks loud even though she hears everyoneâs voice his always stuck out to her <3
dislike: probably how she blurts stuff out without thinking it through! like we know she was trying to be helpful when she told the kids mirabel doesnât have a gift but she didnât consider how mirabel would feel about that.
luisa: I love how kind luisa is! she was always willing to lend a hand to the people who need her even when they absolutely could deal with a lot of issues themselves! Sheâs also very sensitive and soft and I love when she allows herself to be vulnerable!
dislike: this might be unexpected but for dislike i would have to say how she kept ignoring mirabel when she wanted to talk. I understand she was stressed and mirabels being irritating but she could atleast look at her, mirabels already ignored a lot already and all she wanted was to talk to her sister about an issue.
camilo: like how mirabel says in the opening song I love how camilo wonât stop until he makes people smile! whether it be through his humor or his compassion I get the impression he would always be there for people. the scene where he comforts pepa is such a key example of this!
dislike: he can be a bit too blunt at times where itâs definitely not called for! he also has a tendency to exaggerate the truth for dramatic effect!
mirabel: have always said this and always will mirabels core trait is her empathy! Her ability to see others perspectives and empathize with them is so important! I always think of the âI need youâ scene as a key example of this. She put aside her own feelings and focused on supporting antonio making sure heâs ok! how when she learns of the other madrigals struggles she tries her best to help them or comfort them! empathy is such a strong defining trait for her!
dislike: when it comes to mirabels negative traits I would have to say her stubbornness is the most prominent. the entire scene in isabelas room is proof of this she would have rathered let that house collapse than apologize or even listen to isabelas struggles the fact she was supportive and empathic to everyoneâs issues but isas (at first) she was too stubborn to put aside her issues with isa! but also her recklessness and impulsiveness tie into this as well.
antonio: I love everything about him heâs so sweet and caring and I love how he returns the support mirabel gave to him! he always believed in her and was her biggest supporter and best friend! also how offered his plushie to comfort bruno when he was nervous! antonio is just such a caring kid!
dislike: nothing literally nothing how can u dislike this baby?
#encanto#encanto disney#disneys encanto#mirabel madrigal#isabela madrigal#camilo madrigal#dolores madrigal#disneyâs encanto#luisa madrigal#agustin madrigal#felix madrigal#pepa madrigal#julieta madrigal#alma madrigal#antonio madrigal#bruno madrigal#my asks <3#thank u for the ask!!#this was hard because for a lot of the characters we donât see a lot of them#also reminder flawed characters make GOOD characters#pretending the madrigals arenât flawed is doing disservice to the movie!#they are NOT perfect and thatâs what makes them so interesting
70 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Of Angels and Curses
Synopsis - In a world where Angels and Curses are locked in a never ending war, an unsuspecting seraph becomes entangled with the very thing she is fated to eradicate.
Pairings - Curse!Toji Fushiguro x f!Angel!Reader. Curse!Ryomen Sukuna x Reader. Angel!Satoru Gojo x Reader.
Warnings - General descriptions of violence and injuries, eventual smut.
A/N: I will be editing Chapter 1 as Iâm not really happy with the format of it. I will let you guys know when I finish doing that, but there wonât be any major changes, just some more details here and there. Iâm still getting back into the swing of writing again! Anyways, enjoy this chapter and let me know your thoughts :) Ko-Fi.
Next part â Chapter 3
-â˘-
Chapter 2
From that moment onwards, Y/Nâs life was almost never her own.Â
Gojo dove straight into his duties as her soon-to-be husband; he ate with her, fought alongside her, and prayed with her every night before she slept. If customs didnât dictate otherwise, he probably would have bathed with and slept beside her too. It was obviously to bond with her, to know her and create more intimacy outside the ties of marriage, but Y/N would have preferred them to continue the way they had before; right up until their vows were promised, and their names written together in between a cluster of stars to form a new constellation.
Was that delaying the inevitable? Perhaps.
He also started sparring with her, which Y/N had otherwise done with Nanami ever since Geto was promoted, and was intensely invested in training her himself. Gojo was desperate, it was obvious from how his eyes gleamed dangerously every time she misstepped, every time she fumbled into him; and Y/N didnât know how, or why, but she knew it had everything to do with Geto.
âYou need to be stronger than before because of who you are now,â Gojo said, looking far too calm and collected, a tense facade, as he looked down at her heaving with exertion. âEven if youâll never fight without me.â
That particular morning, after yet another gruelling session, Y/N had been too exhausted and in agony to even descend and fight. Gojo had taken it upon himself to cover her duties for her, and so she stood there on the grassy plains of the training grounds after he had disappeared; using up all of her mental willpower for her knees not to buckle to the ground in front of the other seraphim. There was immediate pressure on Y/N following her engagement, Angels sheâd known her whole life now avoided looking at her directly, their voices shaking with reverence if they so happened to speak to her. Her new role gave her power, but expected it returned tenfold; she was expected to be an apparition, an untouchable deity that was always composed and poised. Y/N felt their heavy gazes upon her all the time, daring her to give in and fall, and felt a flash of rage course through her that settled into its usual constant underlying discontent.
Why did she feel so much anger? Was it her soul protesting its dismay over her choice to marry Gojo, itâs grief manifesting as constant rage?
How could she feel a loss so deeply for someone sheâd never even met?
âHe is pushing you too hard,â Nanamiâs familiar voice commented from behind her, snapping Y/N out of her inner turmoil.Â
A sour look was plastered on his face, but there was genuine concern in his hazel eyes; a warmth in them that he never cared to admit he had, but it was there, like a candle flickering determinedly as a reminder it was still there. Nanami had still stuck to his same routine, sparring with other Angels during her sessions with Gojo, which meant he had clearly been observing every part of her new regime. It wasnât that Gojo was cruel to her, there was just simply no way Y/N could keep up with or even reach an equal level to his power, but she understood why the Nanami thought he was. She had no special powers of her own; her wings were just large enough to fly herself, and she barely controlled any divine power â but just enough to smite her enemies. However, her physical strength and weapon proficiency were her strong suits, which was why her and Nanami were a powerful duo that often worked together on the battlefield; they were nearly equal in terms of raw talent, two becaming one when they drew swords together.
âIâm getting stronger,â Y/N answered back, her face slightly scrunched up with pain as she started to take small steps forward. âAnd I have to be, Iâm going to be his wife.â
Nanami said nothing at this, and walked alongside her in silence as they headed back to Gojoâs tower. She was grateful for his solid presence, it was reassuring in case she stumbled; theyâd already seen each other at their worst, it didnât matter what she did now. They passed through the grand doorway of the tower, and Y/N immediately hurried towards a padded chair in the main common room as the last of her resolve crumbled away into dust. Nanami closed the entrance doors behind them, shielding them from the outside, and since there was nobody in the immediate vicinity, Y/N could safely let out a large sigh of relief as she melted into the chair. She heard the clink of glass and a pouring noise, and her eyes drifted over to see Nanami offering her a clear glass of water.
Y/N murmured a thank you as she cradled the glass. He turned away from her, looking out of one of the windowed marble archways at the passing seraphim, with his hands held pensively behind his back. Like the rest of Gojoâs tower, the common room dripped with obnoxious opulence; intricate tapestries and paintings decorating the walls, all of them depicting ancient great battles between Angels and Curses. The numerous seating arrangements were made of oakwood, with velvet padding for comfort, enabling many to sit throughout the room. Warm sunlight filtered through the marble archways, basking the room in the light of the midday sun, and a slight breeze tenderly kissed Nanamiâs golden hair.
âAlways so deep in thought,â Y/N teased as she slowly sipped her water. âDonât you have other places to be?â
âIt can wait, I just wanted to stay and make sure youâre alright,â he replied, still not looking at her. âAs I said, he is pushing you too hard.â
âDonât worry about me, Iâm fine. Besides, youâve wasted enough time accompanying me home when you need to be out.â
âYouâre obviously in pain, you think I was going to risk you falling and crawling back undignified? Absolutely not, I have respect for you that has been there even before Satoru proposed.â
Y/N didnât know what to say to that. Nanami respected and acknowledged Gojoâs supreme strength and value to the Angels, but he was never fond of his character. He believed the Six Eyes was obnoxious; completely unaware of the wide effects of his influence and power, and lacked true empathy for anybody outside his inner circle. She had hoped her engagement would make Nanami more partial, seeing as how it was her own choice to become tied to Gojo, but it obviously wasnât working â and maybe it never would.Â
The pair settled into a tranquil silence as they watched the day go by; her own time, a rare moment without Gojo infiltrating it, or anybody else coming to her for decisions on wedding preparations â not that Y/N was actually in charge of anything, it was more a courtesy to let her know what was to be done. She was aware how harsh she sounded, as if she couldnât stand Gojo just like Nanami couldnât, but that was far from the truth. She just wanted to stay in silence, peace and quiet, with someone choosing to share her space with as an equal rather than consume it; perhaps Nanami understood that without ever having to hear it directly from her lips, she always did underestimate his compassion and intuition for others emotions.
It didnât last long.Â
âAh Nanami, so good to see you!â Gojoâs voice called out from the entrance, announcing his return with a great clap of his hands as he joyfully traipsed into the tower. A number of his followers filtered in behind him, like honey bees following the scent of their queen.
Satoru Gojo carried no weapons during battle, as his divine power was wielded through his hands, and they had to remain as free as possible. His silver and gold armour gleamed in the sun, not a single drop of Curse blood offending its cleanliness, his hair tousled and wild from battle; and he walked with a swagger, his entire being oozing confidence, completely untroubled by the weight of the world. Y/N felt a spark of pride, a sense of awe that crept up on her suddenly when she lay awake in the dead of night unable to sleep.
Of all Angels, Gojo is going to be my husband.
âIâll take my leave now Gojo, I was just ensuring your future wife is well,â Nanami quipped, but still respectfully bowing his head at Gojo, while sparing a glance at Y/N with a much softer look.Â
Gojoâs smile never faltered, âYou have my thanks, Iâll take care of her now.â
Nanami nodded to her as he left, and she smiled at him. She hoped he knew just how much she appreciated his unwavering solidarity for her, and how much she missed him; fighting alongside him was like singing a song only the two of them knew the words to, safe and familiar. Gojo sat beside her, holding his hands together as if he was anxious, and his smile dropped completely.
âIâm sorry, are you alright? I didnât mean to push you so hard,â Gojo asked, worry evidently lacing his words. It was strange, like he didnât know how to handle her anymore, and she realized this new dynamic was as foreign to her as it was to him.
âItâs ok Gojo,â Y/N said as reassuringly as she could, squeezing his hand in a comforting gesture. âI know I need to do this.â
He immediately perked up at her touch, ethereal eyes twinkling with just a hint of mischief. This was something she had learned during their time bonding together; Satoru Gojo instantly responded to physical affection, and returned it intensely. It had taken sometime to adjust to, because it was something she never thought to expect from him, but Y/N felt that wide crack in her soul grow smaller with every one of his embraces; as her doubts drifted away, his cooling aura drawing her into him like a prayer.
âYouâre already far better than you were a month ago, youâve been working hard,â he praised, leaning back into the chair as he tenderly swung his arm around her. âI think I might be a good teacher you know?â
She giggled, a delicate tinkling noise, âOf course, shall we go and eat something so we can do it all over again?â
âAh good idea! You stay here, Iâll bring some food for us,â Gojo chuckled, brushing his temple into hers, stray hairs tickling her forehead, before getting up and sauntering towards the food hall.Â
Y/N sighed when he had passed out of earshot, her weariness and frustration returning at the thought of having to exert her limits once more. How much did Gojo had to have pushed himself to become limitless? Or was the Six Eyes born limitless, unable to comprehend how much a single Angel could be stretched before snapping? Would he ever come to understand when he became her husband, and would she ever uncover the sheer magnitude of his power when she became his wife?
She was overwhelmed, but marrying Satoru Gojo was never going to be easy.Â
You have to get through this. You made your choice.
Y/N heard his familiar footfall approaching and quickly composed herself.
âHere we are!â Gojo exclaimed as he carried two plates laden with food, plopping down beside her again and handing her a plate.Â
They dug into their meal whilst discussing their wedding, the newly appointed Sky Sentries, as well as their mutual concerns about the increasing number of deeper layer Curses emerging. More of Gojoâs followers entered the tower, relieved from their duties as the sun sank further down the sky; casting shy glances towards them despite their obvious exhaustion. At the start of their engagement, Gojo had thrown menacing glares towards anybody lingering within earshot of them conversing, and the seraphim had quickly learned to leave the couple alone. Y/N discerned that it was part of his unwillingness to let any Angel be privy to a even a slightly deeper side of him, as if it angered him to give a piece of himself to anybody he didnât deem worthy enough.
âDonât you think itâs strange, that this is finally happening to us?â she asked after some time, their meals long since finished and lighter conversations passed.Â
âWhat, us getting married? It took me long enough to ask,â Gojo replied, an easygoing aura to him that seemed to only seemed to come out the longer they spent time together.
Y/N smiled nervously, twisting her fingers as mustered up the courage to ask, âWell, what made you decide then?â
Gojoâs eyes darkened, his ease falling dramatically like a heavy cloak, and he looked away. He didnât seem inclined to answer, and she internally scolded herself for asking when she probably wasnât ready to hear the answer, or never really needed to know.
âI donât want to just be the strongest,â he finally said, looking at her but not directly into her eyes; like she was playing the part of the benevolent apparition. âGeto thinks thatâs all I am, and thatâs all Iâll ever be, he said so the last time I saw him. I want to end this war, but I donât want our entire existence to be about it. I want to build a legacy thatâs not just about my power, and youâre the only one left I care about that I want to build that legacy with.â
She froze.Â
So⌠Iâm just a means to an end?Â
âIt wouldnât matter if my soulmate was here right now either,â Gojo continued, looking at her intensely. âI never planned to marry anybody else but you, I only trust you now.â
âYou wouldnât trust your own soulmate?âÂ
âNo, I donât know them. How can I have any trust?â
Y/N nodded silently, mulling his words over in her head. She was unsure of how to respond, and Gojo didnât seem to want to converse anymore; he was all taut, his muscles pulled tight and ready to lash out if he didnât find a release soon. And so they sat together watching the day turn into night, until he was summoned to fight once more.
-â˘-
She woke gasping for air, her body fighting back from returning to land of the living as the warm tendrils of her dreams begrudgingly released her from their grasp; still whispering to her of delightful vengeance, promises of pleasure and freedom, and pain. So much pain. Y/N frowned, her fingers splayed across her bare stomach, a familiar shard of loss tearing through her.
Why is it so cold?
She felt like sheâd experienced this a thousand times before, her heart aching from an age old ailment that could never be healed. Her soul was floating downwards and out of her body, just like the Angels fleeing from their punishment of sinning, but forever doomed to remain experiencing it over and over.
A prompt rapping at her door pulled her from her state of limbo, snapping her soul back into place.
âI hope you slept well,â Gojo greeted, the door only slightly ajar to preserve her privacy. âNanami and I are waiting outside for you, come join us when youâre ready.â
Y/N composed herself, the coldness dissipating almost as quickly as it came, and hastily donned her armour and sheathed her katanas. Gojoâs urgency was unnerving, as well as the fact that Nanami would be there as well. She huffed, shaking off the remnants of her dreams from her shoulders, displeased from her lack of knowledge. The street outside was shaded in the shadow of the towers; the sun still not yet high enough over the city to cast the light of the dawn over Heaven. Gojo was lazily stretching his thick arms over his head, not a care in the world, and Nanami stood looking away from him â not looking particularly pleased.Â
âGood, youâre here!â Gojo exclaimed as he noticed her, instantly interlinking his hands with hers.Â
âWhatâs all this about?â
Gojo looked at Nanami expectantly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Nanami sighed, already tired of having to repeat his tale like a mysterious storyteller. âI picked up the start of an odd trail yesterday just before nightfall, and so I couldnât pursue it. I requested that you and I track the Curse that left it.â
âNaturally, I have to accompany you both on this,â Gojo interjected, earning a scowl from Nanami. âI swore to protect Y/N from any harm. Besides, this is a good opportunity to see you both fight, Iâve heard youâre a formidable pair.â
Without skipping a beat, he placed a hand on her and Nanamiâs shoulders, and Y/N sucked in a breath as her psyche was stretched across the Unlimited Void. She wondered if Nanami was fighting to keep his mind closed from the Six Eyes prying, or if he even cared to shield himself; Nanami was simply incapable of sin, he was too in control of himself. On the other hand, Gojo handled her soul with more care in the Void; still overwhelming as before, but his essence didnât control her so much â she had some freedom to take in the infinite space around her.
Within seconds, they were standing at the edge of a charred forest; the air thick with smoke and dust, leaves of the trees long since been burned away, and only their remains stood bent and broken like the bones of spindly skeleton. A lone mountain loomed overhead, spewing ash as if it was preparing to spit down on them. Y/N hated that initial breath on Earth, it reeked of death and sulphur â the smell of Curses and Hell that could never be washed away.
âAhhh, isnât this so much nicer than descending through all the gates?â Gojo remarked, his nose turned up as if he too was offended by the smell and ugliness of the burnt forest.Â
âDescending through the gates is a mark of respect for those guarding it,â Nanami murmured, taking in his surroundings. âI heard you spent much of your power during last nightâs battle, this seems like an unnecessary expense of your energy.â
âBahh, nothing I canât handle.â
Y/N ignored them and crouched down, concentrating hard to visualize the lingering energy imprinted in the soil. Viridescent wisps flickered in and out of sight, settling into a singular writhing root that seemed to extend from deep within her core. She knew this energy; it was like rediscovering long lost ancient knowledge from eons past, only to find that sheâd never really forgotten it in the first place.
She pointed a finger towards the forest.
âThere, do you see it Nanami?â
He nodded, and Gojo towered over her from behind as he studied the trace too.
âThis energy⌠have either of you ever felt anything like this?â He questioned, his excitement palpable like a child unwrapping a gift.
Gojo didnât skip a beat before answering anyways, âThe only kind of Curse that leaves energy traces like this are their Kings. Iâm guessing maybe a Third or even Second Layer King has left these.â
He was unnaturally giddy, nearly bursting with glee at the prospect of unbridled violence; the outlet for him to finally unleash himself upon. Y/N sprang up and stepped back from him. A Curse King hadnât been killed in centuries, they rarely emerged from the depths to fight at night, much less during the daylight; surely Gojo didnât think there was one running rampant on the Earth at this very moment?
âGojo, you canât be serious.â
âI am, letâs see if we can hunt it down. Thereâs a chance it mightnât have descended yet.â
Gojo motioned with his head for them to follow, and he set out at a brisk run through the forest. Y/N understood why Nanami didnât waste time yesterday trying to follow its tracks; the energy followed no clear pattern, as if the Curse had sprung up from the Hells just to jump around for the fun of it. Nanami and her kept a similar pace beside each other, while the Six Eyes forged on ahead like he was on a warpath. Perhaps it was Nanamiâs previous comment, but Y/N noted Gojo seemed⌠erratic. When was the last time he properly slept, or even ate? That wild look in his eyes promised savage violence against his prey and anything else standing in his way, and she pursed her lips with worry; was he really in the right mindset to fight a Curse King?Â
The landscape barely changed as they traversed the forest, burnt trees were all that was left from the destruction of Curses. It would have once been a mighty forest lush with life, but now there was only death to be seen for leagues and leagues as far as Y/N could see. Sadly, most of the Earth was scorched, and almost nowhere safe from Sukunaâs reign of fire and terror. What little life that grew were in various Angel strongholds scattered leagues and leagues from each other, and even then it wasnât more than a pitiful bunches of daisies destined to be crushed underneath a soldiers boot. The strongholds were placed as closely as possible to areas of high Cursed activity, known points from which a large volume of Curses ascended from Hell; places the Angels could launch their attacks on emerging threats. They finally reached a clearing in the forest, a tombstone of burnt earth over what should have been vibrant grass, as the sun climbed to its midway point in the sky. Gojo stopped abruptly, his knuckles cracking loudly.
âNanami, can you detect any traces?â He inquired, his evident frustration complimented with an irritated expression on his face. It was a last ditch effort, almost useless â if the Six Eyes himself couldnât trace it, nobody else could.Â
Nanami said nothing as he sidestepped Gojoâs wings, blue eyes flashing wildly upon his white feathers, and observed the ground as he tread farther on ahead, disappearing from view. Y/N moved to stand in front of him, peering up at him with worry.Â
âSatoru,â she whispered, tilting her head to encourage him to look at her.
His eyes flitted down to her, uncaring. âHmm?â
âI donât think itâs here anymore, the Curse must have descended.â
âTsk, maybe youâre right. It doesnât matter, that thing wonât live through the night. Iâll hunt it when the sun sets.â
Y/N smiled, knowing well enough that he would keep his promise.
A black flash sliced through the air.
Their blood spilled from a sword buried to the hilt through both their midriffs.
White hot pain coursed through her.
And then, a tidal wave of raw energy crashed over her as she stared at their assailant behind Gojo.Â
And stared.
And he stared right back at her.
It was a Curse, but he looked much more like an Angel would. He was tall and handsome and made of rippling muscle, like the waves of the sea during a storm; radiating just as much powerful energy, charging the air with a brutal force that demanded attention unlike anything Y/N had ever felt before. His black hair fell over deep forest green eyes that pierced right through to her soul, forcing another shockwave of his energy into her; and she took it gladly, maybe even eagerly, greedily. He glanced from her to Gojo then back to her, as if trying to figure out who they were to each other, and his eyes widened a fraction at her as he loosened the grip on his weapon ever so slightly.Â
She knew who he was.
Sheâd seen him a thousand times before this moment.
That dangerous gleam deep within his irises were so familiar to her, promising her violent delights full of sin that only he could deliver.
Y/N knew him from dreams buried deep within her soul; sheâd walked with him through the ages, through time and space itself.
She was so deep in their trance she barely felt Gojoâs hands on her shoulders, and before Y/N could register anything he was pushing her away from him. His blade passed through her once more, her blood bursting forth from her mouth and gushing wound, and she collapsed to the ground as there was a blast of blue energy. Y/N weakly raised her head, her vision clouded with black spots, and her ears rang loud and true like the bells in Heaven. Still, she could make out Gojo standing defensively in front of her, and the Curse crouched some distance ahead, his head bowed and raven hair obscuring his facial features.
Her heart beat faster; the weaves of fate had finally been tied together, and there was no escaping it now.
âYouâre fast, but somethingâs off with you, King,â Gojo sneered, his palms poised and ready to unleash his power once more.
He rushed forward at the Curse, and Y/N screamed as she was carelessly flung back through the air from the backlash of energy as both Angel and Curse clashed together in a flurry of slashes; the sky sporadically lighting up with hues of red and blue. Her head smacked into a tree trunk, vision nearly completely blackened now, and more blood trickled down her face as Y/N sensed her wing bones were crushed from the collision; making sickening crunching noises as she hacked up more blood.Â
What is happening?Â
Y/N felt his confusion, overwhelming rage that could have set fire to her soul, and perplexing elation that disoriented her.
Their bond had set, her soul was complete; and she knew what it was he wanted.
Oh God help me, heâs in me.Â
Run. Now.
Gojoâs voice reverberated painfully through her head, and Y/N grunted and gritted her teeth as she willed her vision to return, but was barely able to move herself. She screamed in agony and anger, trying again, her wound threatening to tear her in two as her legs managed, albeit shakily, to keep her upright. Her head swam as Nanamiâs face engulfed her field of vision, sharply inhaling in pain as he pressed his hand onto her stomach while shouting something to her. His words were muffled, she couldnât make out any clear words, and her eyes drifted behind him. Y/N couldnât see neither Gojo nor him. She felt Nanami sling her arm around his neck, hoisting her from the ground as her head rolled forward and panic gripped her like a vice.
âNanami, no,â she heaved, shaking her head wildly, her vision and hearing clearing only just slightly. âNanami.â
âWe need to ascend, you canât fly can you?â
She shook her head again. Nanamiâs wings were just like hers, large enough to fly himself but not enough to support another beings weight, and Gojo was too distracted fighting to send them back to Heaven through the Void.Â
They were both stuck until the Six Eyes won his battle.Â
âNanami,â Y/N sobbed, her words a blubbery mess, âThat Curse, I canât-.â
âDonât worry, Gojo can handle it. We need to get to safety, otherwise weâll be killed in their crossfire.â
âNo no no Nanami, no. The Curse, itâs - heâs - my soulmate. I canât leave.â
Nanami halted, âAre��you quite certain?â
Y/N could only nod, and Nanami paused to look back over his shoulder, âYouâre too injured, we have to go.â
âNanami, please. Please!â She begged, gasping as she tried to dig her heels into the earth, flailing against his strong hold on her.
Nanami looked torn as he gazed down at her with such pity, as if he shared her heartbreak and pain, and murmured, âY/N, I canât help you. I canât fight the Six Eyes. Heâs too strong for either of us.â
Y/N shuddered as her limbs gave out, her head rolling forward. Would she feel it when Gojo ended his life, her soul ripping from his like tearing flesh from bone? Nanami hoisted her up again, apologies falling from his lips like prayers as he carried her farther away from him.Â
âWell well, seems like you Angels come in threes! How unbelievably lucky!â Both of them looked up sharply at the figure chuckling in front of them; undoubtedly a Curse, its energy rhythmically pulsating from it, enveloping them in a mist of negativity and hopelessness. It had a strange shade of long silver hair, even stranger haphazard stitches all across its body, and mismatched coloured eyes that glinted with fake sympathy that masked a malicious intent.Â
Nanami set Y/N down gently as he unsheathed his blade.
âHmm, I wonder if killing three Angels is considered lucky too?â It pondered, almost childishly considering an answer to its own question.Â
Nanami didnât hesitate after that.
He launched towards the Curse, swinging his blade in a great swooping arc. The Curse giggled and crossed its arms to block the attack; lilac energy sparking off from where the blade hit it.Â
âYouâre strong!â The Curse exclaimed cheerfully, wonderfully naive. âThis is going to be such fun.â
Its unsettling gaze fixated on her, and Y/N tensed in fear; she was far too vulnerable, unable to defend herself if it decided to come at her. Nonetheless, her bloodied hands reached for her katanas.
A flash of anger, his anger.
The silver haired Curse tore its gaze from her as Nanami took another swing at it, and they danced together in a deadly whirl of his blade and lilac fists of cursed energy; neither of them able to land a proper blow on the other. Y/N staggered backwards as it reached out to her, gripping her katanas defensively as Nanami grabbed it by the leg and, with a great display of strength, flung it backwards and away from her. Y/N frowned as three small oddly shaped clods flew through the air, and thudded at her feet.
Instantaneously, they all erupted into life.Â
She barely had time to react as they metamorphosed into grotesque Curses, snarling and spitting unintelligible words, and she slashed at the closest one to her. Another barrelled into the right side of her, knocking the wind out of her, and she stabbed her blade into it as she was pushed into the dirt. The last one seemed to be waiting for her to make a move, swaying back and forth on its hind legs like a disfigured frog, babbling yes yes yes! over and over again. Y/N sliced its clawed hands, the severed limbs flying through the air, and brought down both her katanas through its head. Her heart hammered in her chest, life force rapidly draining as her blades slipped from the hilts sullied with her spent blood.
Perhaps they were both meant to die today. Maybe they were meant to lock eyes upon each other for the first and only time, and then shut them forever as their souls passed on to the next world. But was there any version of the afterlife where they could be together? He was a Curse, she was an Angel, and God hadnât made a paradise for them to co-exist.
What was the point of it all?
Her pain was dulled now, her heart slowing. Her legs finally failed her and sent her to the ground, her blood pooling around her.Â
âY/N Iâm here, donât give up.â
Nanami was pressing a hand down on her stomach, and Y/Nâs broke for him. Half his body was severely burned, pale pink flesh rippling in the sunlight; his armour and wings in tatters, as his blood dripped from an empty eye socket onto her face. He looked haunted, desperately fighting a lonely losing battle of holding onto both their lives, the inevitable mercilessly creeping forward like hungry rats ready to devour them.
âNanami, go,â she mumbled, pushing against him weakly.Â
She didnât notice the crown of silver behind him until it was too late; the Curse placed a hand delicately on Nanamiâs exposed flesh, as if caressing a blossom that threatened to fall apart.Â
Still, Nanami smiled at her like he was seeing her again after a long time.
No no no.
âY/N, Iâll see you again. You take it from here.â
And then her golden haired guardian burst into nothingness right in front of her eyes; showering her in a cooling mist of his blood, an almost soothing farewell.
Time stopped.Â
Y/N took a deep breath in, her weak body rattling in shock as tears rolled down her cheeks, and the Curse kneeled in front of her.Â
âThere there,â it cooed, and she closed her eyes, shuddering in disgust as she felt it stroke the feathers of her wings.Â
âJust end me already,â she rasped, a last cough sputtering out as she spoke, her final display of whatever strength she had left.
Defiance⌠and his desperation.Â
The Curse cocked its head at her, as if it was the most bizarre thing she could have said.
âWhy? Your soul has the strength of more than one, it would be a waste.â
It wrapped its hands around her neck, smiling softly at her as Y/Nâs eyes fluttered open and searing heat spread across her back. The sky started to seem farther away, like it was shrinking. No, the Earth was crumbling away underneath her, like she was sinking into her own grave that kept on extending further and further. The Curse stayed put on top of her, a hue of bright red appearing behind it as the last glimpse of the Earth faded away into nothingness.Â
She succumbed into darkness after that.Â
-â˘-
#jujutsu kaisen#ryomen sukuna#soulmate au#toji x reader#gojo satoru#toji fushiguro#female reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jjk au#jjk toji#toji smut#toji zenin#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk smut#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk x reader#nanami kento#geto suguru#megumi fushiguro#jjk nanami#jjk geto#angst#smut#sukuna smut#jjk x you
208 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Hello, may I request Allan with a usually pretty quiet partner who is quite selfless in the relationship, but isn't really shy? Like she's really good at cooking/baking and likes to make him food and makes his work lunch nearly everyday. She just likes to make him happy in small ways. Nsfw as well if you don't mind, where she is more of a pleaser.
yes ofc đ
Allan Red x Considerate Reader (F)
includes a little general, dating, and nsfw hcs. also female reader
General (moreso backstory but whatev)
Allan was always a bit nervous to start dating. He isn't too good at opening himself up to others, he knows he can be a bit stand-off-ish, so he never really considered himself one that someone would actually want to date. Thats why he stuck with one night stands.
This was all until he met you.
He's all to familiar with the feeling of falling for someone; that weird, warm, bubbly feeling in his chest/stomach, his slender hands feel all sweaty and awkward, he knows the feeling and he resents it. But with you, he couldn't help but swoon.
Regardless of how you met, be it a cafe or a coffee place, he had always felt comfortable around you. He held himself back from getting too comfortable, but you made it hard to do that with how you treated him.
You were kind, attentive, every time he met you he felt a connection. You even shared his love for cooking! Eventually he started going out of his way to see you before and after work, slowly growing more attached to you.
You would be the one to ask him out first, shattering his preconceived notion that he wasn't wanted. He said yes before his insecurities could answer for him.
Dating
He was a little nervous at first, he isn't that good at dating, but it quickly went away. Your reassurance had soothed a lot of his nerves when getting into a relationship, and he couldn't have been more grateful for you.
Allan is much more talkative when he's around you, honest to God he cannot control it. He just loves rambling his heart out about whatever topic is bugging him at the moment, and he breaks out of his rant-trance for just a moment and looks over at you, staring up at him, chin resting on your hands with the cutest smile on your face as you listen to him. It's like he's fallen in love with you all over again.
When he first tried your cooking, he thought he accidentally took a bite out of heaven itself. He has tried to replicate your recipes, but it never tastes as good to him as when you make it.
Cuddles. PleasepleasePLEASE hold him. He doesn't care if it's a little hand holding or you with your arms and legs wrapped around him like a monkey on a tree, he eats it up every time. Especially cuddling under the covers when you two are sleeping, it makes him feel like he's doing something right in the relationship.
He thinks that if you two don't do the cheesy shit couples do when they're together that he's a bad partner and doesn't deserve you. You make him feel wanted <3
He was a bit embarrassed to bring the food you made him to work at first. He doesn't want his coworkers to know he can have feelings! He got over it quickly, and now it's almost like he's bragging about his darling girlfriend making him his lunch everyday.
If you put little love notes in/on his lunch bag he absolutely makes sure he faces it towards everyone so they have to read it. It makes Charlie sick but Pim thinks it's adorable. Glep is too short to read it.
Talks about you at work sometimes, and Pim is the only one that listens. He ships you two so hard.
NSFW
Back to the cuddling thing. There are times where he gets horny when he's holding you (happens a lot actually) and he'll be too sleepy for any movement, so he'll just cockwarm you. He'll do it to test his resistance or whatever, but his dick is a little too sensitive and your pussy is perfectly warm and wet and now he's shaking. He just gives up and lazily ruts himself into you.
It honestly surprised Allan when you wanted to please him. Not that he's upset or anything. He relishes in it.
Will never say no to a blowjob on the couch or the bed. He gets super into it and dirty talks you while holding a fist of your hair.
He talks in a weird mix of praise and degrading. He'll be super sweet but the moment he's inside of you he'll say the most stupid, corny things ever and it somehow sounds sexy.
If you give him the slightest amount of praise he'll just instantly come. He is not used to knowing people care about him and it shows so bad.
Aftercare is like a dream with you. Quick hop in the shower to clean off the smell of sex, wearing nothing but extravagant bath robes for the rest of the day (he has several pairs).
Almost never happens, but if he's too tired to wash off he loves it when you just hold him in bed, all sweaty and naked and gross, but free. He'll feel like a total caveman the next morning, but at least he'll wake up and see you. That's probably his favorite part of the day.
#smiling friends headcanons#smiling friends x reader#alan red#alan red x reader#allan red#allan red x reader
73 notes
¡
View notes
Note
HUUUGE congrats on the 1k!!! You really deserve it â¤ď¸
If possible, I would like to order a đŽ Jay Halstead + And They Were Roommates trope?
A/N: thank you so much for ordering. I hope itâs to your liking. Please enjoy!!
đŽđŽđŽđŽđŽ
Your current living situation was partly out of your control, and it was partly your own fault. You couldnât blame anyone but yourself to be honest.
Long story short, med school had made you gone broke and your rocky relationship with your family only made your financial hardships even worse.
So when it came to moving closer to your aunt who said she could house you, you werenât expecting to be reunited with a boy from your past.
Well, not a boy anymore. Jay Halstead was a fully grown man who was somehow fully functioning and had a full-time job. Coincidentally, he too had just moved back to Chicago and was looking for a new home.
So, when you shared your own housing struggles, he was very generous in his offer to move in with him. And it was a very tempting offer as here you were three years later, living in an apartment with the aforementioned man.
A lot of the time, both of you were swamped with work. You were finishing off your residency in trauma surgery and he was just getting comfortable with his new team.
Over the course of three years, both of you were able to reconnect and your childhood acquaintance had now become one of your closest friends. After hard days at work, it was easy to come home and be comfortable, knowing that you could relax and no matter what happened to you, he remained a constant.
Your roommate. Thatâs what he was and no matter all the teasing you got from your friends, thatâs what he was going to remain.
đŽđŽđŽđŽđŽ
It was a very busy day at work. It seemed that it mightâve been a full moon because not only was the emergency department filled to the brim, but these accidents were ridiculous and almost unbelievable.
You had been in back-to-back surgeries, barely anytime to yourself before the next patient came rushing in. And unfortunately for the ED, the accidents werenât stopping soon and now the police were getting involved.
If you saw Jay in passing, rushing to the surgery theatre, then that was a problem for later to figure out if he was working or if he was laying on a gurney half dead.
Two hours later you had your answer. The brunet was in deep discussion with his brother when you finished surgery, and the ED had finally calmed down.
With slumped shoulders, you dragged your feet towards the brothers.
âHey, how was the surgery?â Will asked. The patient you operated on had initially been his on intake.
âSheâs all good. The internal bleeding wasnât as bad as we thought.â You replied, a tired smile on your face before you turned to the other man.
âWhat brings you here trouble?â You asked, amusement laced in your words.
Jay rolled his eyes, but you knew it wasnât true by the smirk on his lips. âMaking sure you donât make a mess like you did this morning.â
You gasped in faux hurt, hand clutching your chest at the accusation and audacity. âExcuse you, I have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âSureeee.â Jay dragged out, nodding as he sarcastically retorted back.
âNo, I won't have this.â You said, scoffing. âWho was the one who cleaned up everything last night after a long shift because someone got called in to work and left the entire apartment in a mess.â
You continued on, proudly naming the messes he made, unaware of how he was looking at you.
âUgh, how dare you. Iâm finishing the last portion of pasta. You can make your own dinner.â You finished after nearly seven minutes, a satisfied smile on your face as you âwon.â
Without waiting to hear his reply, you walked away, a pep in your step.
âEw, jay please get a grip.â Will complained when you left, his face screwing up in disgust at the look on his brother's face.
âReese, on behalf of both of them, I am so sorry you had to see that.â Will apologised to the younger woman who had been there the entire time, her face stuck in its shock at the encounter she just witnessed.
âWhy are they?â Reese asked, frozen and unable to finish her sentence.
âTheyâre roommates Reese.â Will nodded, his face solemn. He had been a witness to this tragic pair for way too long now.
âJust roommates⌠nothing more?â She asked in disbelief, her eyes stuck on the detective who was still looking at you longingly from afar. If she didnât know any better, shed call him a creep but this, she had to admit, was kinda cute.
âUnfortunately, theyâre just roommates.â
đŽđŽđŽđŽđŽ
Your cheeks were hurting from just how much you were laughing. Anymore and youâd have a stomach-ache.
At the sight of Will standing up from besides Jay, you could only fear the worst. Right now, anything could happen.
âIâve known Y/N for nearly as long as Iâve known Jay. Her mum was close with ours and so we all grew up together and when they both went their own ways after school, no one ever thought they would meet again, let alone move in together.â
âAnd so, they were roommates.â Will continued, a nostalgic smile on his face as he turned to look at the pair that had caused him so much strife. âBeing roommates is what started this relationship and is what caused all of us a lot of grief but after all of our efforts, they finally made it.â
âIâm sure these idiots wouldâve made it without out intervention, even if it wouldâve taken another three years but Jayâs been embarrassed enough so I wonât say anything more.â
Will held up his glass, âHereâs to the happy couple and to the rest of their lives being roommates.â
Everyone cheered.
#one chicago x reader#one chicago imagine#one chicago fic#jay halstead x reader#chicago med#chicago pd#jay halstead#jay halstead oneshot#jay halstead imagine
50 notes
¡
View notes
Note
More yandere Lauren please! I'm obsessed with herâ¤ď¸
Sorry for taking so long!
Lauren's Masterlist + General Masterlist
Synopsis: The 4 times in a day in which Lauren acts strange and affectionate!
Lauren McCanister x GN!Reader
Warnings: None! Maybe a bit of jealous and lots of physical affection, Julie Cameo!
1. Lip looking
Lauren adores you and has no clue how to convey it to you. She tries to be nice and ends up making a horrible remark about you, sheâs forever stuck in an endless cycle. Even her mother couldnât help her, since she wasnât the most romantic. So Lauren resorted to using physical affection rather than verbal, which did little to nothing since even if sheâs cuddling you Lauren will end up saying something so horrible that will ruin it all. This woman has no control of her mouth!
One thing, however, is that she loves to drive you to and from school, picking you up in the early morning, and seeing that groggy look on your face makes waking up at 3 am for you so worth it. Today was one of those wonderful days, where sheâd beep the horn of her car before stepping out, leaning on the passengerâs car door awaiting your wonderful arrival.Â
Soon enough, you close the front door behind you, yelling out a goodbye to your family you turn back to Lauren and her stupid pink car. Sighing in defeat you walk over to her, not a single day has she missed to drive you to and from school, even when sheâs somehow sick Lauren is there to drive you to school and back home. It would be such a beautiful gesture if she werenât the devil incarnate but whatever, saves you on the bus fees and gas.
While you mentally groan over the fact sheâs the one to treat you like this, Lauren is stood there like a buffoon, mesmerized by just⌠You. You looked so casual today, she could already see you together older and more mature, married and rich, and so deeply in love with each other neither the two of you would mind a messy appearance, still comfortable in each otherâs presence even if it lacked the air of perfection.
Lauren was so deep in dreamland she almost didnât notice you waiting for her to stop leaning against the passengerâs car door so you could go in. No rather than moving aside, she stood there, staring at your lips. Oh, whatever seduction tactics you had up your sleeves theyâre workinâ! Because dear lord is she pulled in you and your lips by now, so perfect, even if it was chapped Lauren wanted to know how it felt to kiss you, to have passionate makeouts together, anything that could give her a taste of your lips.
âHey,â A hand stood before her eyesight, snapping its fingers, âLauren, you want me to sit in the back or what?â Lauren quickly cleared her throat, trying as hard as she could to play off how awkward that was. God, you could unknowingly kill her one day just by living.
âN-No, just get in the car I want to grab some breakfast before we get to school, that c-cool with y-you?â Yet again she begs for your attention.
2. Hand holding
Maybe eating breakfast as dine-in was a bad idea, seeing how busy and crowded the hallways are right now. Usually, you and Lauren would get to school earlier, and Lauren would force you to sit with her until the bell for first-class rings, which she parts ways with you. But today you two came much later than usual, and are now stuck in a big crowd of smelly stinky teens.
âLords above, the hell is this? Itâs too damn- Hey! Donât fucking push them freak!â Lauren yelled out, scaring the freshman to her very bones when Lauren saw you get pushed, âFuck, take my hand.â Lauren exclaimed out to you, holding her hand out for you. That single sentence surprised you so much, that you stopped walking entirely, letting the flow of people take Lauren away while pushing you off to the side.
The hell was she on? Your face expressed only one emotion, disgust. Shaking off the shock you decided to just get to class alone, even if it upsets Lauren later on. However, with the flow of students you could barely make it back in the crowd, might as well just sit here until they all pass through. Youâd rather be late than bruised up from these actual animals.Â
You took out your phone, ready to scroll the time away, when suddenly and out of nowhere a manicured hand grabbed your arm, flinching you tried to pull away but she gripped onto you even harder, looking up you saw the owner of the cute nails, Lauren McCanister yet again haunting you. âLord, almost lost you, these fucking animals pushed me can you believe that? Come on, letâs go, Iâll make sure you get to class s-safe or whatever.â
Lauren then grabbed your hand, holding onto it tightly, bracing for the worst as you two attempted to pass the crowd of people. You were annoyed by it all, while she could barely breathe knowing how intimate hand-holding is in relationships. If you let her hold onto you like this does it mean you might like her too? What if you liked being berated daily? No, that she is sure you hate, but sheâll try to be a bit nicer, though she canât control herself much.
3. Waist holding
Itâs been a few hours now, it was the 4th class of the day and thankfully your teacher decided to spare the class and got permission to let the class have fun in the courtyard. You and a few other people were standing talking together about some inane subject you didnât care for much but still participated in the conversation every now and then, it was nice to speak with people other than Lauren, it felt so great to actually have a group of people to be friends with too!
You were listening to whoever was speaking at the moment, and a friend of yours, Savannah, was leaning against you. Her long slender arms wrapped around your neck, her entire body supported by your own, and her head snuggling into your neck. It was short of an intimate pose, but you were used to it since Savannah has always been a touchy-feely friend, of course with your own consent. Some people make you feel so comfortable with physical affection, and some donât, Savannah is one of those who do, sheâs such a comforting person with an amazing smell.
Even if you were okay with her physical affection, another woman isnât so into it. Lauren, as usual, wasnât paying attention in class. It was English class and her least favorite subject, so what else is there to do other than cure her boredom by spamming you with text messages and then getting extremely upset when you donât even open them so she looks out the window? However, her usual solution made her even more upset this time, in fact, the tall blonde was enraged.
This other woman was hanging off of you like it was no big deal, snuggling into your neck, looking at you as if she was yours. No fucking way will Lauren let that fucking bitch do that without any consequences, does she not know Lauren owns you?! That fucking freak might just end up dead by the end of the week.Â
Lauren quickly excused herself, saying she had to go to the bath but really she was about to beat the shit out of a woman. Lauren sped through hallways, damn near smashing the floor beneath her feet as she angrily stomps to the courtyard. Though as she nears the courtyard she sees you and that woman walking out of the courtyard, the woman still clinging to your arm. Her eyes lock onto yours and suddenly her resolve just vanishes, oh youâre so stunning. Almost tripped Lauren up with your god-sent features.
Suddenly sheâs become soft, and suddenly her need to beat up that woman disappears. So Lauren just marches on towards you. You and Savannah stopped walking when you saw the angry stomping of a certain bully. Soon Lauren finally reaches you and the other one, quickly pushing her off of you, Lauren grabs you by the shoulders before spinning you around and pinning you to her own body, she gives a look to Savannah before walking off with you in tow.
âW-Whatâs going on? [Name]! I-â Savannah tries to ask and chase after you but Lauren immediately yells out, âLeave them the fuck alone, you damn obsessed freak!â Her hand trails down from your arms to your waist, gripping onto the skin there harshly, causing you to let out a hiss at the pinch. âHeavens, sheâs fucking crazy why the hell do you hang out with her? Whatever, doesnât matter, from now on you donât speak to her you donât touch her, got that?â Lauren trails off until you two finally reach that one âabandonedâ classroom Lauren rebranded into her own romantic hangout place.
She spent the entire class period just⌠cuddling into you in silence covered by blankets and pillows. You managed to get her to let you go since you didnât want to get in trouble and keep your grades up. The rest of the day, however, Lauren skipped all her classes to keep an eye on you, where she then got called into the Principalâs office with her mom and you, you were only there because Lauren refused to let you take the bus or walk home.Â
4. Forehead kissing
It was quiet and awkward. Usually with Lauren, there would be loud 2000âs music playing and you can use your phone whenever. But with Laurenâs mom driving, there was no music, and there were no phones since she took both your phones away for âSocial bonding exercises.â though she was the one speaking most of the time, with Lauren staring out the window clearly upset with the turn of events.
Lauren hates this, it was too awkward for a car ride, and her mom is totally crossing so many boundaries and feeding you too much information about Lauren, Laurenâs childhood, and Laurenâs secret obsessions. And Lauren knows if she tries cutting off her mom to tell her sheâs saying too much her mom will only embarrass her more by saying shit like âWell, your romantic partner needs to know you better Lauren. Youâre too secretive, reminds me when Lauren accidentallyââ And then continues with the most horrifying story ever.
It doesnât matter anyway, your opinion of her may have been bad before but itâs definitely worse now, how the hell will she even fix this. As she was wallowing in self-pity you were trying to count the minutes until you finally reached your humble abode. 5âŚ4âŚ3âŚ2âŚ1âŚFinally! Youâre home! âUh, thanks for the ride Miss McCanister..â You awkwardly say as you try to open the door, yet to no avail, the child-lock is seemingly on.
âWait. Lauren get out and open the door for your roma-â âY-Yeah! I-I got it! Donât need to finish thatâŚâ Lauren cut her mom off, not willing for you to hear what her mom refers to you she quickly gets out of the car while you silently groan, you can finally get out of that damn stuffy car as Lauren opens the car door wide open for you, âOkay, good job. Now go walk them to their front door and give them a goodbye ki-â âH-Hey! L-Letâs go! Come on, walk faster, come on.â Lauren once again cuts her mother off as she quickly pushes you down the pathway to your house.
Once you finally reached your front door you tried to open the door only for Miss McCanister to yell out, âWait! Do not enter until you both say your goodbyes! Itâs roma-â
âWe got it, Mom!âÂ
âOkay, Iâll look away so you can kis-â
âMother!!â
Lauren and Julie back and forth until Julie finally sighs and looks away from you two and Lauren looks back at you and then immediately looks away again with a soft blush on her face.
God was it hard to find the courage to say a single damn word, every time Lauren opened her mouth to say something, she just couldnât use her voice. So without another word, she grabbed you by the shoulders and just⌠pecked you on the head. You stared back at her, eyes wide and confusion clear on your face. You were fucking horrified. Why in godâs name would your bully just⌠Kiss your head? Just as you were about to question what the hell she was doing she planted another kiss, but it stayed a little longer and was on your forehead this time. âB-Bye!â Lauren mustered out before actually running back into the car, telling her mom to drive off as fast as she could.
This might just be a day worth forgetting. Not like you even want to remember. Yuck!
This might just be a day worth remembering. Not like Lauren even wants to forget. Yum!
#yandere oc x reader#yandere x darling#yandere oc#tw yandere#oc x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#gender neutral#gn reader#x reader#Yandere x Reader#Y/n#Female yandere#female yandere x reader
111 notes
¡
View notes
Note
A request for what would it be like for a fem reader to be stalked by Terry Silver.
Thankyou.
I'm so sorry for taking this long! Only a month late O_O
đžđąđđŠđ¨đ˘đŻ đžđŠđŚđłđ˘đŻ
<<đˇđđđđđđđđđ>>
- Mr. Silver had been associated with all kinds of people throughout the decades. He's seen the good, the bad, and the in-between. Ultimately, everyone just became a means to an end. So, for a lady to catch his attention? It would have to be someone who is different than what he's used to... even in the slightest way.
- In the 80s, he's a playboy. Always seen with models or with women who have a million dollars to their name or two in the upper crust society. The kind that he'd flaunt around with the intention of showing off his status. These conquests wouldn't last more than a few weeks. He gets a rush out of just seeing the paparazzi in a craze to get the latest scoop on him all while he is fully in control about what gets let out to the eye of the public, even the 'leaked photos'. Everyone is merely a puppet in his world, and it gets him cackling at the very thought of it.
- But that's not all. Hell, it's the tip of the iceberg for Terry. He'd indulge in the mediocre bar dancers and hookers from the dingy parts of LA and likely all over the world too, the man's got to travel for business and he's got to keep himself entertained while he's at it! Women would practically fall at his feet just for a chance, a billionaire with looks and charm that could put the best models and actors to shame.
- So I'd imagine that the kind of lady that would catch the eye of Terry Silver would be someone who he'd seen whilst pretending to be a commoner, a broke karate instructor who's got a blue pick up truck that isn't in good shape. A random woman who works or lives in the area, just a few blocks away from the dojo. Probably isn't one to be seen as a fast or pretentious like himself. One who would generally be described as sweet and humble but would stand her ground if she's pushed too far. I think he'd like the challenge of molding someone to his liking while they have a fighting spirit in them. Makes things a whole lot more interesting.
- It would start off small. Him keeping an eye on you every day, memorizing your daily times of leaving for work in the morning and returning home. The route that you take, whether you walk, take the bus, or travel using your own vehicle, that would most likely be of the same value of his blue pick-up truck. The people that you interact with on the way.
- He'd hire a team of private investigators to get every bit of information about you after you seem to be stuck in his head even while he's coked out in the sauna. 'Nothings for free' there's a price that you will have to pay for occupying the thoughts of Terry Silver, borderline obsession sinking in.Your past, your family heritage, everything right down to your passport and social security number. Any past lovers and their history, too. If you happened to have a lover at the time, they'd swiftly be removed from the picture. He's all about the extremes, and no one will get in the way of him getting what belongs to him.
- Whilst you're away from home, he'd enter with the spare key that he'd seen you put under the small pot plant near the door although a mere door lock isn't something that would be hard for him to pick. Your apartment is small but clearly lived in. He'd have a look at everything you keep around, your drawers and shelves memorizing your interests. Your wardrobe and accessories will definitely get an upgrade in his home. He probably keeps something of yours for himself as a momento of you, your scent lingering on it. You seem to have not found one of your underwear in your laundry this week. That's strange...
- He'd come by and hide in the dead of the night to watch you in your natural state. Your mannerisms and what makes you feel relaxed. The type of shows you watch, the food you cook and whatever else you like to do in your spare time, your hobbies. He'd provide you with it all and more when the time comes. You'd get the weird feeling of having eyes on you, yet everything seems to be normal, and everything around is still in place. Nothing out of the ordinary. He'd even follow you to work and at the spots you chose to spend your leisure time at. Watching who you confide in and who you wouldn't associate with.
- After days, maybe even weeks of stalking his prey, Terry might come over and introduce himself to you. Just taking a walk on the street and offers to help you with the groceries one day. "Hey, need a hand with that?" All smiles and very friendly. He'd pick up the conversation easily with you coming off as innocent as possible. "Terry Silver, nice to meet you! I actually run the dojo a few blocks ahead." He'd tell you whilst offering a handshake after setting your groceries on the kitchen counter..
- That night whilst getting a good soak in the tub, he'd be on a call with John absolutely cackling about it all and going over the details of his plans for you. "Oh yeah! I'm just getting started, John!"
- Present day Terry Silver has a much different style and approach to this kind of situation. His playboy reputation all cleaned up, and the CEO of Dynatox Industries, who used to illegally dump nuclear waste, is now seen as someone who is an environmentalist more than anything. He's sober, has been to therapy, and is now associated with 'like-minded 'people. Yet everyone is still a means to an end, and he's just wearing a mask in front of these people. They don't know him the way they think they do, nothing of his time in 'Nam and certainly nothing about his old-time friend Captain John Kreese..
- It isn't likely that a woman from the upper crust would get his attention this time around either. All of these people are around him because of his money and reputation anyway.. if anything, they would end up just like Cheyenne Hamidi. In this case, it's likely that the woman who catches his eye would be someone who works for him or maybe comes around to one of his dojos. After observing you for a while during the class and afterward in his office through the many cameras installed in the dojo, he'd come to the decision that you are going to be his. There's definitely a fire in you if you have the guts to try out something like martial arts even if you don't know what it is that you're getting yourself into..
- He'd take full advantage of the presence of technology these days and find out everything he needs to know about you. Stalking your social media accounts and using all means possible to get information on you. Again, he'd have everything on you down to the very last detail. No lover or potential lovers will get in the way either. All of that will be taken care of.
- He's more direct in his approach this time, he'd come off as the sensei who's intimidating during training with the most piercing eyes in the room, but the most humble and understanding man outside of it all. He'd make you feel like you could trust him and confide in him whenever you needed to. He'd easily gaslight you into the entire situation, making it seem like it was you the whole time, and he'd be downright successful.
- He'd talk you into telling him everything about you in the shortest amount of time and have you invite him over to your home with ease. He's an old man, he doesn't have all the time in the world to play these games like back in the 80s as much as he liked the chase he would likely speed up the process tenfold. He'd have a look around your home whilst you're in the kitchen or bathroom, and he'd memorize it all. Not a sound would be heard from him. For a man as big as him, he's the quietest. You'd often get spooked by his sudden presence around you.
- You'd find yourself running into him a lot these days, but you couldn't put anything past a coincidence. After all, he's the nicest person you've come across. He's probably got your phone taped while you were non the wiser. Everything you do would ultimately be in his control without him even moving past the facade of friendship with you. Your friends and family start to get distant, but Terry is always there whenever you need it... Once a snake has you secure in its coil, there's no escape other than that of death..
#thomas ian griffith#tig#terry silver#kk3#karate kid 3#cobra kai#old man terry#terry silver x reader#fem reader#terry silver x fem!reader#terry silver headcanon#headcanon#tw; stalking#tw; manipulation#tw; gaslighting#I've been a little busy but ill be around here a little more#my next request for Cash will be out in a bit as im going to start on that soon#thank you for sending in these wonderful requests
93 notes
¡
View notes
Note
hello! platonic dan heng, blade, jing yuan and welt with a collei!teen reader?
they were used as an experiment from a very young age, thankfully [insert character] found and rescued them, they also took them in
they are chronically ill and scared of being touched due to their time as an experiment subject
Characters: Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, and Welt Yang platonic! x Female Reader
Synopsis: with teen reader, that's like collei from genshin Impact
Warnings: Fluff, spelling mistakes, angst but mostly fluff (except Blade went a little too hard on his with the angst), (No angst on welt because he would never), mentions of blood,
Notes: losing my mind a little, I've been grinding to finish these requests BUT IM OKAY :))
đđśđ đťđđđ
He could never understand what you went through, but he would never put you down. March was the one who found you because she was nosy, yet this time it was a good thing since they found you, of course, all messed up and bloodied with loose bandages, dredged in your blood.
But that was a long time, and now you have a smile that goes ear to ear; it also replaces that previous sad expression you used to wear. He doesnât spend that much time with you, but he wants to, but he doesnât know how to talk to you. Nevertheless, you seem happier with March.
Well, you seem to like learning, so why not let you in the archive room?
He accidentally touched you; he was really sorry! He didnât mean to hurt you or have any intention to... to see you stare at him like he was going to kill you. Heâll do anything to get your forgiveness, and he will promise to never make the same mistake again.
đľđđśđšđ
Why would he care about you? Just a piece to be played by the stellaron hunters to be their marionette for their "destiny," a little bug that happened to be saved from death... Now it seems that heâs stuck babysitting you because Kafka said, âSpend some time together, big brother. Be a dear and take care of her." Oh, how annoying it is to be dealing with a brat, but he grew a soft spot for you without noticing. Since he doesnât stare at you with cold, dead eyes, which make you scared for your life, he just closes his eyes and looks like heâs sound asleep.
Well, he didnât mean to scare you; he was just caught at a bad time, while he was losing control of Mara late at night. You couldnât sleep because of the sound of someone or âsomethingâ in pain and just went to check it out? Maybe it would have been if you had stayed where you were.
Having a bladeâs cracked sword to your throat with a twisted and malicious grin plastered across his face, tears threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes, âScared?â that word was the thing to snap and hot tears to descend..if it werenât for Kafka stepping in. You know he would have killed you. Those eyes were of someone who wouldnât have shown you any mercy.
đĽđžđđ đ´đđśđ
Ah, when you are an unwanted child, how cruel could the universe be to you? Left all alone to be thrown after youâve been used and messed up for life, what shall anyone do? If no one will take you in, then Jing Yuan will. It wouldnât hurt if he had yanqing and his mimi. What will a child do wrong?
Ah, he completely forgot about the living cost, but you wonât be much since he has Mimi and she eats quite a lot. You, on the other hand, not really. What has he done about that? Oh! Why not go to a festival together? There's no need to be afraid; you wouldn't be a bother at all.
He comforts you a lot whenever you feel down; how does he know? Oh, come on, child, heâs the general, not some fool, since what kind of general (and father) would not be able to read emotions?
đ˛đđđ đđśđđ
Again, it was March who found you. Heâs going to take care of you. No one is qualified enough to take care of you because half of them can't even take care of themselves. He brings you books and snacks whenever he comes back on his mission, and you get your own room since you canât sleep at night around other people.
He worries about you even when Himeko tells him not to since you're all grown up now, but to him, youâll always be his kid, no matter how many years pass and how many grey hairs he grows.
if you liked this, consider tipping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!
#â§*:シďžâ§:シ Yurinna's Writing :シďžâ§*:シďžâ§#honkai star rail#hsr x you#hsr x reader#hsr x y/n#honkai star rail x reader#welt yang x reader#yang welt x reader#welt x reader#welt yang x you#dan heng#dan heng x you#dan heng x reader#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x you#hsr jing yuan#honkai blade x you#blade x reader#blade x you
347 notes
¡
View notes
Text
..â˘â˘Â°Â°Â°Â°â˘â˘..GREAT BLUE °°â˘â˘....â˘â˘Â°Â°
What if sirens were real and had the ability to make captains crash/sink their boats and their crew? Write from the perspective of a young sailor who survives a crash and interacts with one of the sirens
credit to @writers-potion for the promptâź
âĄpairing -Sailor!Gojo x Siren! Fem Reader!
âĄcontent warning- Angst/No comfort, death, manipulation, starvation, satoru being stranded. she/her pronouns used Comment if i missed any please
âĄword count-2,174
an- this took so long iâm sorry if itâs not perfect i havenât proof read but i will later. Likes and reblogs and comments are appreciated, and if you like this feel free to follow me iâm trying to reach a goal of 100 followers :) or donât itâs okay. I also like getting feedback just please be nice to me as i am a new writer âŽď¸
itâs been seven days. seven days iâve been stuck on this island. Seven days sense those things attacked me and my men. I donât know how it happened. Itâs like i was in a trance, she was pulling me towards her with her eyes. Oh those eyes, those beautiful ey- No Satoru Stop! Get your self together. I started slapping my face to wake up and get myself to stop thinking about her. Before i flipped the ship, i heard her, i swear i heard her whispering in my ear. She promised me power and riches if i would just jerk the wheel.
âOh Satoru, listen to me brave sailor, riches beyond imagination await you. I can give you what you want, i just need you to trust me. Trust me Satoruâ
Trust her? I looked forward and saw the most beautiful women iâve ever seen looking at me. I didnât care where she came from, I just wanted to see more of her.
âYes my brave sailor, treasures only the bold can claim can all be yoursâ
âTell me more pleaseâ I was so eager to know how i could attain this treasures. Looking out at the sea, the sun hitting my skin started to fade away making the once clear sky dark and gloomy, The once calm waters became more aggressive crashing into the side of my ship, but i hardly noticed, to focused on what this women, with her soft enchanting voice could possible mean, itâs like i couldnât control myself. Thatâs was the only thing on my mind.
âAncient jewels that shine brighter than the stars, Scales of the mightiest creatures that have ever lived, stronger than any metal or wood, The crown of the ruler of the sea Queen Asherah, with this crown you will gain the ability to breathe under water, we can see each other that way Satoru, i want you to see me, i want to see youâ
Without a second thought i spoke
âI want to see you too, tell me how i can see youâ I gripped the wheel tighter eager to know what i could do to attain these things that only are spoken of in folktales, things you hear about from your comrades while you watch the star in the sky dreaming about what you want to be.
Her voice sounded eldritch the next time she spoke, more sinister, different than the soft voice i had grown accustomed too
âCrash your shipâ
What? My eye go wide but before i could think my mind goes back to the promise of hidden treasures, things that could make me the most powerful man to sail these dangerous waters, making me remembered for generations. Ignoring the warnings the waves gave me, I start to steer my ship closer to the sound of her voice. Where are you, how can i find you
As the ship goes deeper into the perilous waters, it feels like the water has an iron grip on my ship, making me and all my men shake with it.
âCaptain whatâs going on what are you doing?â One of my men shout at me, but i ignore him continuing on my path.
No matter what you do or how hard you fight you fight nature will always win
My ship flips succumbing to the oceans furry.
The last thing i remember is the screams of my men, begging for mercy, begging to live. And the scene of that same women and others attacking them as they struggled to keep themselves up, in that oh so unforgiving sea. And that soul wrenching song luring me to sleep.
I woke up in a sweat, jumping up from my position. How was i alive?
Iâve been stuck here for seven days waiting for anyone to notice that we never reached the port. Wandering around with no certain direction in mind. But the thing that irked me the most is i still wanted to see her. I donât know what i would do if i happened to see her again. Maybe try to kill her to be honest. For what she made me do, or maybe she wasnât even real and i did it myself.
My mind has been spiraling ever sense. As i kept walking i reached shore again. Great i went in a circle.
Falling onto the sand i felt the grains against my back prickling my skin. I was starving and hungry, only surviving off of the fruit that hung off the trees around me. I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness. This was it, i was going to die here. Right when my eyes were about close and my mind was about to fade into darkness. I heard her again.
âOh Satoru, you look so hurtâ she murmured in my ear. Her voice was so calming, oh so soothing i almost forgot how much i loathed her.
I got the toughness of steal and forced my body up and finally i saw her smiling at me.
âYouâŚâ I said with a strain in my voice glaring at her. She had so much nerve to smile in my face after that fucking mind control spell she cast on me. How could she be so confident? Standing so close to me in my reach like i wonât snap her neck and make her suffer the same fate as the men of mine she killed.
Without too much thinking i gather all the strength i can muster and lunge at her.
But she..she evaded me so gracefully, like she was dancing she twirled out my grasp, and i fell face first into the sand right in front of her like an idiot. I heard her laughing at me.
As i lay there defeated in the sand, she continued to laugh at me. That haunting melody that echoed in my ears caused my face to turn red. I couldnât understand how she seemed so exquisite and untouched and calm by the chaos that she had caused. The tragedy she had caused. Struggling to my feet, my anger added fuel to the fiery flames that ignited in me at the sound of her mocking laugh.
âWhy did you make me do it?âI growled not even bothering to wipe the sand sticking to my damp clothes âWhat even are you?â
Her laughter died out and she looked at me almost childlike her eyes looked so doll like.
âI am a Siren, Satoru. A creature of the sea, drawn to the deepest desires of men like yourself. Satoru your heart desired and sought after the most beautiful treasures, all the glory and for your name to be remembered for generations. I merely offered you what your heart desiredâ
Anger surged within me. âAnd at what cost? Where is all that now? After my crew is gone my ship has sunk, What do you even gain from all of this destruction?â
âOh Satoruâ There she goes again saying my name like that. âThe sea demands its sacrifice, the sea doesnât kneel for anybody, In return i bestow upon you the opportunity to come with me, Embraces the depths with you Satoru and wield the treasures your heart desiresâ
I hesitated, why did i hesitate, i was torn between the desires for revenge and the lingering allure of her vow. The lines between hatred and captivation started to blur. âJoin you? After what youâve done?âI croaked out my voice strained
Her expression softened, almost like she pitied me. I hated that. But the more i looked it almost looked like understanding âYou may despise me now, but the sea has changed lots of peoples perspectives it has a way of doing that to people. Embrace the change and power i offer and you shall become something greater than you can imagineâ
The conflict raged within me as i heard the waves crash, further echoing the turmoil in my mind. I yearned for vengeance, while another part of me felt drawn to her seductive promises she whispered. The siren extended her hand to me, an invitation to a destiny entwined with the depths of the sea.
âDo you choose the surface, where you will be stuck here forever wandering this very here beach because no one will come to save you Satoru iâm the only one who is here for youâ Her voice got darker as she spoke it seemed she was getting angry but she quickly covered it up again âOr will you come with me, We can be together Satoru, i will make all your dreams come trueâ She was calm again looking at me with a glint in her eyes awaiting my answer. Why was she so bent on taking me with her, was she once like me ? Who are you?
A starange calm settled within me, the rage giving way to curios acceptance. I found myself reaching for her hand that she offered me. The decision made against the backdrop of the now calm sea. Itâs like nature was playing into her hands. Our hands met, a surge of entertainment courses through me.
The world around us started to shift, and the island transformed into an otherworldly paradise. Vivid hues danced in the air, and the haunting melody of the sirens song resonated with a newfound lucidness. When i looked around me i felt a connection to the depths, an understanding that surpassed my former human limitations.
âYou are now more than a mere sailor Satoruâ she whispered from behind me. Her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and compassion. âYou are now part of the oceans songs, itâs powersâ
As i embraced my transition and transformation. The memoryâs of what now was my past life started to fade like distant echos. I didnât harbor resentment for the shipwreck, or the loss of my crew. Instead a symbiotic relationship with the sea and with the siren unfolded before me.
In the depths i discovered the wonders that were promised to me. The ancient jewels that shimmered like the stars. Scales of mighty creatures that pulsed with raw strength, and the beautiful crown of the Queen Asherah. With the crown on my head the ability to breathe underwater became second nature. And the ocean unveiled is secrets to me. This is what power felt like.
The siren, whose named i learned was y/n, and i began to roam the depths together. She became more than the seductive creature who led me astray, she became my mentor, my friend, my lover. Our connection transcended the surfaces desires that once bounded us.
As time passed i lost track of how long i had been apart of this aquatic realm. But i embraced it with open arms leaving behind the limitations my once mortal existence gave me.
The sea, once a relentless force, had became my ally, my truth. And with the Siren by my side i embraced the desires of the sea and the destiny that awaited in the endless expanse of the great blue.
â
Years have passed and whispers of the mysterious island reached the years of adventurous souls who wished to see if these folk tales were true. A group of explorers, drawn by tales of lost treasures, set sails toward their destination.
As their ship anchored near the sand of the island, the explorers set foot on the sandy shore. The air carried an eerie feeling, and the wind seemed to whisper untold secrets. Among the group was a seasoned archaeologist named Dr.William was leading the group.
Their footsteps echoed through the abandoned remains of a shipwreck that looked like it was washed up on shore, a haunting reminder of a past that was long forgotten. They explored further, discovering footprints deeply etched into the sand, evidence of what once was someoneâs existence.
Deeper into the sand they discovered a figure lying motionless on the beach. A gasp swept through the group as they walked towards the body.
âIs that Satoru?â
âWho is that?â
âHe was that famous caption who sailed the seven seas, but when he was on his way back home, it was said his ship crashed and he was never foundâ
The group gasped shocked by the news of the incident.
His body was intact but lifeless.
Dr. William explained the scene âStarvationâ She uttered. A somber realization. âHe must have been stranded here for days and took his last breathe when he laidback on the sandâ
The once vibrant and ambitious man laid there as mere shell his dreams and desires extinguished by the unforgiving nature of the island.
As the explorers gathered around his body they prayed and paid their respects, but right as they were getting ready to leave the heard a haunting melody and out of the corner of there eyes they couldâve sworn they had seen something, or rather someone, rise from the sea ready to confront the crew. The last thing they heard before they passed out was
âOh Satoru, my brave sailorâ
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO NVVACANESWORLD DO NOT STEAL MY WORK OR COPY MY WORK!!!
please and thank you :)
âĄtag-list- :) @getosbabymomma @seeingivy
#nvvacanesworld#gojo satoru#x reader angst#angst#anime angst#gojo x y/n#jujutsu gojo#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen satoru#satorugojo#fem reader#jujutsu satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo angst#x black fem reader#jjk series#jjk x black reader#jjk x reader#Satoru Gojo#Saturo x reader#angst no comfort#angst no happy ending#jjk angst
86 notes
¡
View notes