#so I'm sat here in my room surrounded by work I can't seem to even escape for a second

[melit0n]

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[a-s-ter]

"𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆"

— 𝐒𝐲��𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: If you don't want your butler to reach a breaking point and take matters into his own hands by 'disciplining' you, perhaps refrain from behaving like a spoiled brat next time.

— 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: rough sex , unprotected sex , brat!reader , overstimulation , bttm male reader , blowjob , smacking , swearing , dirtytalk , praise , manhandling , dirty talk , age gap , virgin!reader , making out , degradation , petnames , non con , public sex.

PART 1 , PART 2

You sat at the long, luxurious dinner table while the maid nervously watched you eat the food prepared for you. As you took a bite, the maid grew anxious, eyes fixed on your every move. Moments later, a displeased expression crossed your face, and the maid seemed to brace herself for what was to come, as if she had expected it.

"blech!" you spat the meal you were eating. "This is disgusting! Make me another one!" you shouted, throwing the plate of food to the ground, shattering it into pieces. You glared at the maid, who nodded and hurriedly began picking up the broken fragments from the floor.

As the maid cleaned, your impatience mounted. "Move faster!" you demanded. Startled, she flinched, causing the shattered glass to prick her skin, blood seeping from the cuts.

You didn't care. The sight of her blood, her pain—none of it mattered to you. You were a just brat after all.

"Hurry up! I'm growing impatient, you vermin!" you scolded, your harsh words causing tears to well up in her eyes. She nodded quickly and, once done cleaning the mess, ran off to get your new food.

"He wants another dish." the maid announced to the weary chefs. It was the fourth meal you had dismissed.

"Again? What does that brat even like?!" one chef groaned, exasperated. "He's just toying with us. He enjoys seeing us suffer because he has all that power," another chef complained.

The butler, Kyzer, heard their conversation as he passed through the hallways. The chefs and maid flinched when he entered the kitchen. "S-Sir Kyzer!" bowed the maid.

"Oh, Kyzer, what brings you here?" a male chef inquired.

"Pardon me but I accidentally overheard one of your discussion regarding the unfortunate incident with the prince. It saddens me that the boy has, for the fourth time, squandered your hard-prepared meals. I intend to address this matter with him personally, in the hope of curbing this unacceptable behavior." Kyzer declared, his words resonating deeply with the maid and the chefs.

"Kyzer, we appreciate it, but you don't have to do that! We can handle him... I think?" another chef responded, though his voice wavered with uncertainty.

"I must. I don't want your hard work and efforts to go to waste," Kyzer said firmly, his resolve clear.

"K-kyzer, you're so kind to us!" one of the chefs exclaimed, clearly moved by his actions. "I just don't understand why M/n can't be more like you—polite, kind, and well-mannered, instead of such a brat!"

"Well, he's been surrounded by abundance and luxury his whole life. His parents never taught him proper etiquette, so I suppose that's why he turned out that way," another chef remarked.

"Hm... Would you also like me to teach him a thing or two?" "

"Yes! That would be wonderful, Kyzer! Please change his behavior if you can," the chefs pleaded, bowing deeply in gratitude.

"I'll do my best. Now, if you'll excuse me," Kyzer said, bowing before leaving the kitchen. He walked purposefully through the grand hallways of the kingdom toward the dining room where you were waiting.

A few minutes later, Kyzer arrived and opened the large door to the dining room. There you were, sitting alone at the long table, surrounded by empty chairs, waiting impatiently for your food with an annoyed cute expression on your face.

You turned to look at him, his long white hair and piercing yellow eyes sending a chill down your spine. "Who are you? And where is that maid? Why is she taking so long? Ugh!" you grumbled, sounding like a spoiled child.

"My name is Kyzer, your highness," he introduced himself, bowing deeply with one hand on his chest and the other arm behind his back. "The maid is in the kitchen, and it takes time to prepare a new dish for you, your highness." he explained, maintaining his respectful bow.

"Then make them cook faster. I'm getting impatient here!" you demanded, scrutinizing Kyzer from head to toe.

"I'm afraid I cannot your highness. I'm here for other reasons," Kyzer replied, straightening up.

"What?! How dare a lowly butler like you defy my orders?!" you exclaimed, shocked by his refusal. "What even is your reason here?" you demanded, glaring at him.

"You."

"W-what?" you responded, disbelief evident in your tone.

"I'm here because of you, Your Highness," he said, his yellow eyes boring into yours.

You felt a twinge of nervousness under his intense glare, but you weren't one to back down. Crossing your arms defiantly, you retorted. "Me? What for? If it's something insignificant, you get out of my sight!"

"Oh, Your Highness, it's far from unimportant because it's about you."

"About me!? Just what are you trying to say?" you replied while staring at him with perplexity and fury.

He was starting to get on your nerves.

"It's about your behavior and manners, Your Highness. They need to change—"

You snapped, standing up abruptly and grabbing a wine glass. You threw it at him, but it missed and shattered against the wall instead.

"Don't try and give me lessons about behavior and manners, it won't work on me you imbecile!" you shouted, your voice echoing through the grand dining room. As you met his gaze, you flinched at the intensity of his icy glare fixed on you.

You were slowly getting on his nerves.

Somehow, you felt a twinge of regret for your actions, but what was done was done, and there was no turning back. "I'm giving you a chance. I'll let this slide for now!" you scoffed, striding towards him and 'accidentally' bumping his shoulder as you headed for the door. "Tell the maids to clean up the mess." you ordered, but he said nothing.

Weird.

Just as you were about to open the door, he grabbed you roughly by the hair, eliciting a pained sound from you. He threw you to the floor, and you landed hard on your backside, hissing in pain.

"What the fuck are you doing!? If my parents hear about this, your head will be cut off!" you yelled, staring up at him, though part of you wished you hadn't. Behind those intense yellow eyes, you sensed something ominous lurking. Something telling you that something bad was about to happen.

"This is your last chance."

"Change. Your. Behavior."

You chuckled, "And why should I?" you raised an eyebrow, smirking defiantly.

"People are suffering because of you. Your crude and mean comments, your filthy mouth—they need to be purified. And I know you didn't receive proper etiquette, so I'm willing to teach you." he explained.

"Purified!? fuck off! They deserve it. I don't care whether I hurt their feelings or not, they're lowlifes! They don't deserve to be treated the same way. And those chefs and maids? They're just servants, working for us. They're poor, probably came from the gutter, ew! They don't deserve special treatment like us royals!" you retorted venomously.

And then he finally snapped.

As he walked towards you, confusion clouded your expression. "What are you doing—" but your words were cut off as he grabbed you by the collar and dragged you onto the table. You struggled to pry his hands away, but he was too strong.

"Get your dirty hands off me!" you shouted at him, but he ignored your protests. With a swift motion, he threw you onto the table, and you cried out in surprise. Landing with a thud, you quickly placed both palms on the table, using it to support your weight.

As you tried to regain your composure. He forcefully stripped off your pants and underwear, leaving your lower body exposed. Your eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. "Stop! What are you doing with those filthy hands of yours!" you cried out, feeling utterly vulnerable and violated.

You found yourself facing away from him, your exposed backside vulnerable and humiliating. As you attempted to look back at him, he forcefully shoved your head to the ground with his hand, preventing any movement. Struggling to rise, you found yourself pinned in place, utterly helpless.

"S-stop this instant! Someone could walk in here at any moment, you idiot!" you pleaded desperately, but he only inched his face closer to your ear.

"Count." he whispered.

"W-what?"

Smack!

"Wah!" you gasped in surprise as the sharp stinging sensation of his hand striking your exposed ass jolted through you.

"I said, count." he repeated.

"H-how dare you tell me what to do—"

Smack!!

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he delivered a firmer blow to your backside, the sensation igniting a mixture of pain and arousal that pulsed through your body.

"If you don't count, Your Highness, it'll only get worse and harsher," he warned, caressing your slightly reddened ass. "So please do as I say." he urged, his voice soft yet commanding.

Smack!

"O-one," you stammered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Smack!

"T-two..."

Smack!

"T—..three." you breathed out, your face pressed down onto the table. Each smack sent a jolt of sensation through you, a mixture of pain and a strange, exhilarating—....pleasure?

He seemed to be truly enjoying your reactions, relishing in the cute gasps and flinches you let out. A smile spread across his lips as he gently paused the spanks, caressing your ass for a moment before resuming with renewed vigor.

Smack!

"f-four!"

As the spanking continued, it eventually came to a halt when you ceased to respond. Sensing your exhaustion, he removed his hand from atop your head, understanding that you had no energy left to fight. Your rear end was now red and throbbing, you had lost track of the count. With gentle care, he soothen your reddened cheeks, offering a moment of relief and comfort.

"How many was it, Your Highness?" His voice was tender as he sought to ground you in the moment.

"I... I don't know," you murmured weakly, your voice barely audible over the echo of pain.

"It's 26, Your Highness," he informed you, his fingers coaxing your face to meet his gaze. As you turned to look at him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. Your flushed cheeks, those endearing hiccups, those captivating eyes, those cute lips...

Fuck... Every aspect of you stirred an undeniable attraction within him, you were turning him on.

He gazed at your lips, inching his face closer to yours, slowly, deliberately. You tried to turn away, but he held your face firmly in place. He was so close, close enough to feel the warmth of your breath on his skin, close enough to taste your plump lips...

Knock, knock!

The sound jarred him from the moment, a surge of frustration coursing through him. Damn it, he had forgotten they were at the dining table.

"Your Highness, your food is ready," the maid's voice came from outside the door.

"Now, if you cause another disturbance, you'll face another punishment. You don't want that, do you?" he said, his eyes locking onto yours with an unwavering intensity.

"F-fuck you... L-let me go and get my pants! T-this is an order," you demanded weakly, still exhausted from the pain and the effort of keeping your screams contained so the maids wouldn't become suspicious and barge in.

Kyzer was going to follow your orders, but his eyes darted down to your shaft, which was standing up confidently. "Are you sure, Your Highness? You're quite... hard down there. You wouldn't want an uncomfortable erection, would you?" he taunted, his hand lowering from your ass to your shaft.

"N-no, it'll go down. Stop!" you stammered, but a moan escaped your lips as he touched you. "Look at this cute little cock, so pretty, just like its owner," Kyzer murmured, beginning to stroke you. You let out a loud moan and quickly covered your mouth.

"Your Highness, may I come in?" the maid called from outside, oblivious to what was happening inside the room. Kyzer continued to stroke you slowly, the deliberate pace heightening your frustration.

"H-hurry up!" you ordered, your voice strained with urgency.

"You want me to hurry? Then beg for it, Your Highness," he smirked, his hand engulfing your tiny lil sensitive cock.

You were embarrassed and humiliated at this point. You, a prince, begging for something? It infuriated you, but the thought of your reputation being ruined drove you to comply.

"P-please hurry up, please let—hng!...M-me cum." you begged, your teary eyes locking with his mischievous yellow ones. He licked his lips, clearly enjoying your submission.

"As you wish, Your Highness," he said, his pace quickening as he stroked you up and down, causing your back to arch off the table.

"Mmhp!?" you moaned, drool seeping from your mouth as you tried to stifle your sounds with your hand. He began to tease the tip of your cock with his index finger, swirling it clockwise.

"Your Highness, please let me hear those beautiful moans... Please let me hear how good I’m making you feel," he whispered. Lost in the pleasure, you obliged, moaning louder, no longer able to control yourself.

"That's it," he breathed, his lustful eyes fixed on your flushed face. Drool was seeping from your mouth, your cheeks were a deep shade of red, and your eyebrows were scrunched up in pure ecstasy. The sight of you like this almost made him cum in his pants. "That's a good boy." he grinned, his own arousal evident as he continued to bring you closer to the edge.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Your Highness?" Kyzer's voice dripped with seduction, his smile widening as he saw you lost in pleasure. "Fuck... You're so adorable when you're messed up." His face flushed as he leaned in, licking the tears streaming down your cheeks. The sensation made you shiver, and he grinned, quickening his pace.

"Nngh—!... Ahh! I-I'm gon' c-cum!!" you cried out, your body trembling as you threw your head back.

"Cum for me, Your Highness. Be a good boy and cum for me."

"A-ahh~!" Your cute little cock spurted, painting the marble floor with streaks of white as you panted heavily, sweat glistening on your skin.

"Well done, Your Highness. I'm very proud of you~♡" he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I knew you could do it." He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Your Highness? Are you there?" the maid called from outside the door, her voice filled with concern.

"Let's get you dressed up, yeah?" Kyzer said softly, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. He retrieved your discarded clothing, his touch gentle but firm as he helped you back into your garments. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he adjusted your clothing with meticulous care.

You were still trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure making it difficult to stand. Kyzer's hands were steady, though, guiding you through each movement as he redressed you.

"Remember, Your Highness," he murmured, his lips close to your ear, "I will change your behavior. This is just the beginning." He smirked.

Once you were fully dressed, he took a step back, his eyes scanning you with satisfaction. "There you go, presentable as ever." He straightened his own attire, ensuring he looked impeccable before turning towards the door.

As he opened it, the maid stood waiting with your meal. "Your food, Your Highness," she said, bowing slightly.

Kyzer gave you one last meaningful glance, his eyes lingering on yours. "Enjoy your meal your highness." he said smoothly, before stepping aside to let the maid through.

[bigassmoonchild]

The Aftermath

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2k

The first part does give context, but isn’t required for this read.

Summary: You knew the difficulty the process of being a mated Omega in the military. You understood how much you would lose, but you never thought about the difficulty in your normal life. Never thought about the panic you would have, or how much it would effect you and Ghost's personal relationship.

Content Tags: Hospitals, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: I was not expecting such a good response to Maple Syrup, and since y'all seemed to like it so much here's basically the next part. Let me know if you want anything specific, my asks should be open. <3 I'm adding a 'keep reading' link to make sure you can scroll on if you want.

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Everything felt wrong. Ghost wasn't injured, but he was being held overnight in the medbay. The Maple Syrup had run its course through him, but he could hear chatter echoing in the room. He could smell you, you weren't too far from him but he wasn't allowed to see you. Price had come in not too long after the doctors had checked him over and cleared him, arms crossed as he sat in the chair next to the bed Ghost was in.

"We'll need to talk, you know," was the only thing Price had said, leaning back and relaxing in the chair.

"Is the Doc okay?" Ghost asked, looking in the direction your scent was coming from. The sickly sweet smell of heat was becoming stale, but you were on lock and key just in case any Alpha soldiers tried to come in. Price looked in the same direction, giving a faint shrug.

"I'm going to be updated once she's steady enough for the doctors to leave her alone," Price said. "Gaz is on watch outside her room," Ghost nodded. Gaz was a Beta, so it would be fine for him to be that close. Ghost still didn't like it, he didn't know how his pack was, where everyone was, if everyone was safe.

It took a few hours, it was well past midnight before any movement came from the direction of your room. The curtains surrounding Ghosts bed was moved, the Doctor gesturing for Price to follow him. Ghost had tried to listen in, but it wasn't worth it. He was still in mild pain from the mission, the place where the tranq had stabbed him still throbbed every so often.

Price walked back in some time later, looking at Ghost with a sigh. That didn't make him feel good, panic started to flow through him, thoughts of you dying flashed in his mind for a few moments.

"She's gonna be fine," Price started. "They got her heat back under control, they're just waiting for it to finish cycling through her. Outside of that, she's fine," Price sat next to Ghost. "I can't ask you about what happened. I can only tell you what will happen," he looked away.

You woke up, head foggy and throbbing with a headache. You could see a form moving next to you, checking your vitals. You gave a soft groan, your neck throbbing alongside your core. Everything hurt, but you weren't able to tell if it was everything.

"You finally waking up?" The voice asked, and you could recognize it. "You've been out for a few days, you've even had Ghost trying to get in," she giggled a little. Amanda. That was her name, she was one of the nurses you'd been working with prior to the mission that went south.

At the mention of Ghost, you sat upright, vision spinning before righting itself.

"It was a really bad heat you were sent into, y'know. Took us a few hours to stabilize you, but you're doing good for yourself," she smiled, trying to lay you back down but you pushed her off of you.

"I need to talk to him," god even your throat hurt. She nodded slowly, sticking her head out of the door. You rubbed your head, headache now making you feel sick. It took a few moments, but you heard footsteps come in the room, a figure standing next to you. When you looked up, it was Price.

"There are some procedures we need to go through. I've already got some officers in, but we still need to talk about what happened," Price started, moving to sit in the chair near you. "Ghost has already spoken with them, so it'll be you, me and the officers. I think Laswell has flown in as well," you stared at Price.

With a few blinks, you looked down to think. Ghost had already spoken with the officers? You knew what the rules were like, and you knew that your career was now in his hands. It pissed you off, if you could really focus on feeling much outside of pain.

"The officers are trying to get him to make a decision on your career. I can't let you two talk about anything yet, the Adjutant Officers still need to figure things out before you'll be allowed near each other," Price looked away, your jaw tensing. You really had no rights anymore, did you?

It took another few days before you were released. The second you had clothes of your own to wear, you were gone off into your room.

Someone had been here. You could smell a stale scent, but you weren't able to place it. It was too distant to be able to decipher, but your room was exactly the same as it had been left before you were hospitalized. You didn't feel comfortable in your room, knowing someone had been here.

A knock on the door made you spin, nerves set tight. As you opened the door, a large figure came into view.

"Doc," Ghost started, before being yanked into your room and having the door slammed behind him. You turned on him, staring at him sharply. You pointed, opening your mouth before shutting it and groaning, running hands through your hair.

You kept trying to start talking before you stopped yourself, eventually kicking at the wall in irritation.

"What did you say to them?" You hissed, back still turned and facing the wall. You could hear him shift behind you, boots scuffing against the ground. You turned, storming up to him, chest to chest. "What the hell did you tell them? You gonna dismantle my career? Make me some fucking house-omega?" You were growling now, you could feel your muscles tensing.

When he didn't respond, you groaned, tossing your hands up in defeat and walking away from him. You turned, hand on your hip, waiting for a response.

"I don't want to take your career away," he whispered, finally. You barked a laugh, rubbing your wrist against your bitten gland. His hand reached out to grab you, but you moved away from him. "I don't want to make decisions for you," he added, voice growing more desperate.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from your gland and shaking them out. Ghost reached out to you again, hand catching your shoulder before you shrugged him off.

"I don't know what to do," you whispered. "I'm terrified, because now I'm outed to so many people, and there's quite literally nothing I can do to save myself," you turned to look at Ghost.

He scoffed. "You think I'm going to ruin things for you? I've already told you, I don't want that kind of control over you," he looked away, crossing his arms. You could smell the distress on him.

"You have done shit to make me trust you!" Your voice raised before dropping, a hand running down your face. "I have zero control left, you know how many rights I have as a mated Omega?" He shook his head. "None," you glared at him.

Ghost glanced at you before looking away again. He shook his head, moving to leave before you blocked the door from him.

"You don't get to walk out when we're talking," you growled at him and he growled back.

"This isn't a conversation, this is you getting all pissy on me," he loomed over you, forcing you to take a step back. "I didn't want this to happen, I would have chosen any other way to save us, but we didn't get a choice, did we?" You looked away.

"Get out,"

He could smell the distress on you the second he spoke. Your scent left him spiraling, he was panicking. His Omega was distressed, and he was the cause. He wanted to fix it, correct the problem and make you happy again.

Ghost could do nothing when you repeated yourself.

"Get the hell out," you glared at him. Ghost opened his mouth to give you a retort, but you had turned away. He bit his tongue, turning to stare at the door.

"You know that's not what I meant," he whispered, opening the door and leaving.

Even after walking aimlessly for ten minutes, he could still smell your distress on your scent, the sour taste stuck on the back of his throat. This wasn't how he had intended to talk to you, he wanted to make a plan for when they asked him more questions regarding your career.

Ghost was pissed off, more so with himself than you, but he wanted to comfort you. Fix what he had said, take it back.

But he had a meeting to attend, and he needed to make sure he didn't say anything wrong.

You sat in the conference room, Price, Laswell and an Adjutant officer sitting across from you. This was the third time you'd gone over what had happened.

"So you say this 'Maple Syrup' is what caused Ghost to go into a feral rut?"

"Yes," you deadpanned, glaring through the Adjutant. "We've already been through all of this, there is literally nothing else that I haven't told you," the Adjutant hummed.

"We need to make sure everything is covered," he told you, looking at the paper he had been writing on for the past hour and a half.

You looked at Price, hoping he would help you in any way. He looked away, leaning further back into his seat.

"What about my career?" The room went silent, the Adjutant stopped reading, glancing over at Price who had finally looked at you. "I want to know what's happening," you whispered. The last few days had left you unsure of yourself. You wanted to confront Ghost, you wanted to apologize for snapping at him, you wanted to fix what you'd said.

None of them spoke, Laswell had opened her mouth to speak before closing it, taking a deep breath. Her fingers tapped on the table, looking at Price and the Adjutant.

She looked back at you. "You aren't allowed to make any decisions regarding that, you know," your head dropped back with a groan, wrist rubbing against your bitten gland roughly. You were terrified, you didn't know what the future was going to hold.

You had so little control and it was getting worse. You stood abruptly, going to walk out the door before Price spoke.

"Would you like to speak with Ghost?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. With people around, you wouldn't snap on him, but you also didn't want to see him since his last remarks. You really needed to know if you still worked here, or if he was going to force you to become a house-omega.

You nodded, turning around and sitting back down while staring Price down as he made a phone-call. A few moments later, Ghost walked in and sat beside you, but you still couldn't look at him. It was silent for a few minutes, everyone looking at each other, waiting for the first to speak.

"You still have a job here," Ghost spoke up. "I didn't let them remove you, but they won't allow you on missions anymore," he added the last part quietly. You nodded.

You could hear Price and Laswell ushering the Adjutant Officer out of the room, the door closing with a click behind them. Neither you nor Ghost talked for a few minutes, you could smell a certain level of stress on him.

"Thank you," you whispered, glancing quickly at him. He was staring at you, eyes watching your every twitch and shudder. "I'm... sorry, for the other day," you fiddled with your fingers. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

Ghost shook his head, hesitating before grabbing your hand, pulling it close to him and in turn tugging you towards him. You finally turned to look at him, and his eyes visibly softened.

He looked down, then back up to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did. Not in the way I did," he tugged you even closer to him, nuzzling into your gland. "I don't regret having you as my mate now, but if I could've changed what I did, you wouldn't be stuck with me making decisions for you now," you leaned in to him, pressing your face into his chest.

It relaxed you, his scent, and allowed you to think much clearer.

"I'm just so scared,"

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[lilacevans]

'*•.¸♡ 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ werewolf!ari levinson x human!reader. background: werewolf!curtis everette x reader, werewolf!andy barber x reader, vampire!lloyd hansen x reader, hybrid!nomad steve rogers x reader, vampire!ransom drysdale x reader, werewolf!jake jensen x reader

: ̗̀➛ summary: the new moon triggers some unusual behaviours for ari, and you need to make more than one hard decision.

: ̗̀➛ part of the kills & kisses verse!

: ̗̀➛ word count: 5,110

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mild descriptions of violence, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, grumpy ari, ari in a rut.

: ̗̀➛ notes: this was supposed to be a blurb completed within a night; it's become whatever the fuck this is. i hope u enjoy it. this is my first proper fic on here. like, well, at least one of this length. pls lemme know what u think!! send me some asks & we'll talk about it. *this is unfinished

: ̗̀➛ playlist: the kills & kisses playlist is here!

In the days before the full moon, Ari usually struggled a little with his moods. This time, however, things seemed much worse. The week before, his mood began to deteriorate, he became tenser and less talkative. He'd tuck himself away more often in his study, finding comfort surrounded by dusty books, rather than in the company of his housemates. 

On the first day, you would notice nothing out of the ordinary, just a tightening of his jaw, downturned lips, and heavy, long sighs over trivial things that wouldn't normally bother him. A split cup of coffee, a mess in the living room, shared attention. 

Whereas a few days earlier, he would be patient and thoughtful; by the third day, he would become snappy and in some cases downright mean; cruel, even. His harsh words and sudden outbursts made tears flow down your cheeks, and your head hung low before you could hear him apologise and wrap you in a warm hug.

''Goddamn it, Pup!'' Ari suddenly explodes, interrupting your excited and enthralled ramblings over a new book, forcing you to jump out of your skin and clutch the book to your chest, and clam up. ''I'm trying to fucking work. Bother someone else!''

You stared at him, swallowed the lump in your throat, and willed the tears in your eyes to not fall. You took a step back and whispered a small apology before darting out of his study. You told yourself it was just the full moon, repeating it like a mantra in your head as you made your way to your room. As soon as the door closed behind you, you threw the book to the ground and sat by the window as tears began to fall while looking out at the manor grounds.

An hour later, Ari let himself into your room, closing the door behind him with his hands tucked in his pockets and a dejected look on his face. Seeing him stand so sheepishly brought back memories of when you first entered the house before it was your home; reminding you of how scared you were, how you never wanted to be ever again after you found he was safety disguised as danger. No one would ever know what a true, sweet soul he was. His softness was something he reserved for you in spades. 

''It's the moon, pup,'' he explained, cutting into the silence, still a tightness to his voice. ''I don't mean to be like this, and I'm overdue for a rut, it's just… Fucking with me. I'm sorry. I know this isn't fair on you.'’

''I know you don't mean it,'' You sniffled as you pulled your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your chin on your knees, peering up at him with wet doe eyes, ''I just wish you didn't have to feel like this. I can't imagine what it's like.''

''You'll find out once you choose what you want to be, either way, you'll be battling mastering control and suppressing gnawing impulses,'' Ari sighed, tightening his lips into a short smile as he made his way over to you. ''And, there ain't no way I'm letting you age past me, pup, so you better get to choosing,'' Ari said with a subdued laugh.

''Still thinking,'' You hummed, eyes falling closed as he leaned down to briefly kiss your forehead. You smiled despite still being stung by his off behaviour. ''Seeing you like this, watching the others struggle with their own things, I'm not sure I want to be either,'' you admitted, sighing as Ari nodded slowly. ''I just don't understand why the others don't get the same way. Yeah, Steve can be a little moody. Andy gets all quiet... Curtis doesn't seem to mind it much, not even Jake, and he's like, a newborn werewolf, but nothing like how you get.''

''Everyone handles it differently, pup. It affects us in different ways. I wish it didn't mess with us at all.''

By day five, getting him to talk to you became impossible. He'd be withdrawn and quiet, and everyone would end up walking on eggshells around him. He'd become more possessive, more handsy, you couldn't move without him following close behind. 

Even during the most mundane tasks, he was right beside you. 

You'd be making breakfast, and he'd be standing right behind you. His fingers crept under the hem of your shirt and rubbed at the skin of your hips, before smoothing his hands over your belly and nosing at your neck. Soft rumbles vibrated from his chest, wet lips grazed behind your ear. Sometimes, he'd dip his hands down your shorts and dance his fingers along the waistband of your panties. 

Every time you attempted to push for a little space, you'd earn a defiant growl in response, and he'd cling harder to you.

''Ari, I can't move,'' you whined, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Ari nuzzled his nose further into the crook of your neck, a soft growl emitting from deep in his throat, fingers massaging the meat of your waist. ''I need to get to the stove,'' You tried again, but it was no use.

''Let her move, Ari,'' Steve instructed as he strolled into the kitchen, coffee cup in hand. ''We ain't gonna get to eat if you don't let the little lady cook for us.'

Before you even got the chance to laugh, Ari was gone from behind you and snarling in Steve's face. The men were so close, their foreheads were almost touching. Ari's shoulders were back, hands balled into fists, and breathing heavily. Steve had his hands up in defence, a feeble attempt to defuse the situation. You dropped the spatula and knocked the egg mixture to the floor as you rushed over to pull Ari back.

''Hey, none of that,'' You scolded, pulling on his arm. ''Come away from him,'' you said sharply, placing a hand on Ari's shoulder and waving for Steve to back up, which he did slowly and cautiously. You tried to gain Ari's attention, but his eyes stayed locked on Steve until he left the kitchen. The door swung heavily behind him. That's when Ari relaxed and closed his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, his face buried in your neck again.

''What the hell was that?'' You demanded, but got nothing but a grumble in response as Ari ran his hands over your back. You let out a defeated sigh and lifted your arms around his neck. ''You're gonna end up killing someone,'' you murmured, shaking your head when you get nothing but a short growl in response.

You spent the rest of the day putting out fires. Ari had lunged at Curtis, teeth inches from his neck, for simply tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Attempting to pull Ari back from Ransom after he ended up with a bloodied nose for placing a hand on your hip. Stopping Ari from jumping up off the couch from where he has curled himself around you, Lloyd leaned down to kiss your cheek and earned a boot in the rib from the temperamental wolf. Andy was left nursing three broken fingers for daring to squeeze a hand around your waist while you welcomed him home. Jake was left with claw marks down his arm for attempting to cover you with a blanket during movie night.

Each incident was followed up by Ari dragging you close to him and snarling out a threatening, ''mine.'' The only word he had spoken in the past twenty-four hours.

''Yours, Ari,'' You agree, hands stroking the sides of his face, curling your fingers in his hair. ''All yours.'' Not entirely true, but it has to be during this time for the safety of your housemates. ''Let's go, come on,'' you say, and pull him up from the couch, mouthing apologies to everyone before guiding Ari away towards the bedroom.

'What am I going to do with you?'' You sighed as you closed your bedroom door behind you, eyeing the grumpy werewolf as he climbed onto your bed and reached out to you with a grumble. You tilt your head back, your shoulders dropping, letting out a sigh at the lack of response before strolling up to the bed. 

''You can't keep fighting everyone, I know the moon is fucking with you, but Jesus Christ, Ari,'' You scolded as you joined him, letting him pull you close to his chest, legs tangling with yours as you listened to his strong heartbeat pound through his chest. ''You're gonna have to stay out of their way, this isn't fair on them,'' You try again, looking up at him and snorting out a little laugh at his knitted eyebrows and sour look. ''It isn't fair on me,'' You stress and reach a hand up to scratch your fingers through his beard.

You spend the next two days hauled up in your bedroom, Ari only letting you leave to make food and grab snacks and drinks. The rest of the time, you were dressed in his t-shirts, wrapped in his hoodies, sat snugly in his boxers, reading a book out loud while Ari massaged your thighs and waist. He kept his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, nose rubbing against the skin behind your ear, placing small kisses and licks. 

Having to deal with his protests of letting you shower unless you're using his shampoo and body wash, you need to be there to get his scent right back on you once you've washed it away. While you sat at your desk, he'd sit between your legs, arms snug around your waist with his head in your lap, soft rumbles demanding a kiss, or for you to comb your fingers through his hair and scratch the space behind his ear.

The night before the full moon, Ari was a wreck. Irritated growls, a sheen of sweat on his brows. Suddenly, he couldn't stand the smallest touch, pulling away from you each time you tried to; your fingertips were burning right through his skin. 

Pained whines as he clutched his stomach and gripped his thighs, making your heartache and your stomach twist in knots. He refused to eat, unable to even keep water down. He was too hot and cold all at once, causing him to bundle up and strip off within the next second. You pleaded for him to tell you what you could do to make him feel better, but never got a response. 

While unable to touch him, he still needed you nearby; shaking his head with a defiant growl every time you suggested talking to the others for a solution. You had never seen any of the wolves go through a new moon like this.

''Ari, there's got to be something I can do. This can't just be the moon. Please let me go and see what they can do.'' You pleaded, hands hovering over his curled-up form, not daring to touch if you caused more pain. ''Ari, please.'' You sigh in defeat as he let out another pained whine, followed by a throaty growl and a shake of his head. ''Just get on the bed, you can't be comfy here,'' You tried once more.

You wiped away a stray tear from your cheek as you got no response from him. You let your legs give out, sitting back on your legs, desperately wanting to reach out and pull him to you, while also damning yourself for not being strong enough to just lift him. You were lost, since meeting Ari, you'd never seen him in such pain before. The occasional grump, or low mood during the moon, sure, but never pain. 

That's when it hit you.

''Oh my God,'' You said slowly. You got to your feet and looked down at him. ''You're in a rut, aren't you?''   

''Not yet,'' Ari gritted out, baring his teeth, voice strained and coarse.

''Okay, okay,'' You nodded, trying to hide your glee at hearing his voice. ''But, you will be? Right? I can help. I can help you,'

''No,'' Ari growled out roughly, shaking his head as he strained and propped himself against the side of the bed, making you pause and suck in a breath as his face twisted up and a whine escaped his lips. ''I'll hurt you.''

''You won't,'' You tried to sway, kneeling in front of him. ''I'll be okay. Let me help you through it.'

Ari gave another shake of his head, eyebrows pulling together as his head lulled back, whining.

''Where does it hurt?'' You asked, only to be met with a telling glare from the werewolf, making you blush and laugh nervously. ''Oh, I thought- I thought it was your stomach.'

''It radiates,'' Ari explained bluntly, rolling his eyes.

''What about a hot bath, or a shower?'' You suggested. ''Get the sweat off you, might make you feel a little better. Then we can try and get some food in you.'

''It'll only come back,'' Ari brushed off, letting out a huff. ''Please stop making me talk, pup,'' he begged, letting his head drop to his knees as he wrapped his arms tightly around his legs. For such a huge man, you'd never seen him so small.

''Come on, let's get you in the shower,'' You pressed again as you rose to your feet and offered out your hand.

Finally, he placed his hand in yours and allowed you to help him to his feet. Your eyes immediately zero in on the prominent outline of his cock, sucking in a sharp breath, and eyes widening at the sheer size. Ari groaned and tried to cover his crotch, with his hand murmuring out a whined, ''don't look,'' and used his other hand, hooking a finger under your chin to move your head up, making you meet his eyes before he turned away and began to waddle towards the bathroom.

''Too late, I saw it,'' You snorted, rubbing a hand over his back as you kept close. ''Pretty sure that thing classifies as a lethal weapon at this point,'' You joked and laughed as he groaned and shook his head.

The night before the full moon, you faced challenges you didn't know existed when it came to Ari. Usually the perfect gentleman, he had turned into a feral beast. While you managed to usher him into the shower and curl up with the freshly washed werewolf, he still refused to let you help him with his rut. 

However, once cuddled in bed, wrapped in the soft, pink cotton sheets, he couldn't stop himself as he rubbed his clothed, rock-solid cock against the back of your thigh while he held you tightly against him. He had his face buried against your shoulder, teeth digging into the skin as he moaned and growled, desperate for release. 

You continued to beg him to let you help him, only to be denied by a shake of his head as he continued to rut his hips against you.

''Gonna have to go,'' Ari said breathlessly, but did not attempt to move or still his movements.

''You don't have to,'' you said, attempting to turn back to face him, only to be met with a tight squeeze on your hip telling you to remain still. ''Just let me see, let me help.''

''You are helping,'' Ari grumbled, panting and breathless.

''Then don't go,'' you pleaded. ''Stay with me, and keep doing what you're doing.'' You tried to rock back against his thrusts, but he kept you firmly in place. ''Do what you need to feel better.''

''It's not enough,'' Ari contradicted suddenly, whining and digging his teeth back into your shoulder, making you laugh irritably.

''So, let me help.'' You reached a hand back and placed it over his grip, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. ''Just my hands, nothing else,'' you offered. ''Lemme help, Alpha.''

That seemed to snap whatever resolve Ari had inside him. You were soon shifted onto your back, the large wolf of a man climbing on top of you with lust-filled eyes and hooking a hand under your chin, the pads of his fingers bruising into your cheeks as he crashed his lips against yours. Gone was the pain of fighting off the rut. 

The wolf seemingly allowed himself to be completely drowned in the throes of it. The kiss was filthy, teeth and tongue, almost like he was trying to drink down every gasp, whimper, and moan that tried to escape your lips. 

He was a man starved, feral, and unrelenting. 

You parted your legs and lifted them to encase him and keep him there, fearing clarity would set in and he'd suddenly be gone. Your fingers tangled and pulled his long locks, while his gripped your waist and kept snugly around your throat.

''Ari, please,'' You moaned breathlessly against his assault on your lips and rolled your hips up against him. You whined as you felt his cock firmly rub against your throbbing cunt.

''Alpha,'' Ari corrected, nipping your lower lip and with the grip around your chin and neck. He tilted your head to the side, began to pepper kisses, and licked down the column of your neck. ''Keep rubbing on me, pretty pup. Show your Alpha how much you want his knot.'

The whiplash made your head spin and your heart pound in your chest. Suddenly, the solemn and quiet wolf was talking filth in your ear while you rocked against each other and showed no signs of quietening down or slowing down anytime soon. 

Lost for words, you surrender to him, relaxing in his tight grip and moaning loudly into the open space of the bedroom, knowing all the other inhabitants would surely hear you and know exactly what Ari was doing to you.

''Wolf got your tongue, sweet baby? Where's my begging gone? Not gonna be able to hold back, gonna breed this tiny little cunt. 'Gonna fill you up and get you fat with my pups. You want that, little omega? I'm gonna split you apart on my knot, knock all those pretty thoughts out of your head. You sure you want this, honey? You sure you can take it? Can you take me, honey? All of me?'' Ari ranted into your ear, licking the shell of your ear and nipping at your lobe. ''Gonna fucking make you take it, sugar.'

''Please, please,'' You chanted. ''Please, Alpha. I want it, I need you, please.'

Ari detached his hand from your neck and lifted onto his knees just enough to give him the space to freely flip you over. You panted into the pillow as he got to work, literally tearing the clothes from your body, silk pyjamas in tatters on the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. 

Ari quickly rid himself of his clothes before hiking your hips up, making your back arch and face press further into the pillow. You arched your back further as you felt Ari's fingertips rub over your panties, tracing the line of your folds, gasping as his ring finger ghosted over your button. You could feel the wetness pooling over your core, feel yourself throbbing under his touch. 

You felt his hands run down your sides, fingers meeting as he slipped down the arch of your back. You moaned in anticipation, feeling his breath on your thighs, before crying out as he began to mouth over your mound, wetting the fabric of your panties even more. 

You buried your face in the pillow, wanton moans muffled by the cotton stuffing as Ari hummed a needy growl over your core, sending vibrations that made your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets below you. His fingers massaged your thighs as he continued to tease you over your panties.

''Alpha, please,'' you pleaded, lifting your head to gasp in the air and look back, your view obscured by your hips and his large shoulders. All you could make out was the slight rocking of his hips, rubbing himself against the soft cotton sheets. ''Please,'' you whined. 

''Tell me what you want, pup. Tell your Alpha you want him to taste this sweet little cunt,'' Ari replied cockily, heavy-lidded eyes peering from around the back of your thigh while he nipped into the flesh and his hands moved to paw at your ass. 

You sucked in a shaky breath. ''Please, Alpha, please taste my cunt. It's all yours. It's yours. Please.''

Ari wasted no time, hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear and snapping the fabric, discarding it off the side of the bed. 

Ari crossed his arms over the dip of your back, face pushing between your legs, forcing your back to arch as much as possible. His lips attached over your clit, his tongue rolling with every suction; the rough scratching of his beard mixed with the tight suction of his mouth, the softness and heat of his tongue quickly brought you to the edge. 

You tugged on the sheets below you so hard, your pointed nails ripped through the sheet, and your loud cries of pleasure dominated the room, mixing with Ari’s lustful growls. You rocked your hips against his mouth, overwhelmed and overstimulated. A hot flash overtook your body, your thighs tensed, and a warmth spread over your stomach. 

Soon shakes overtook your body, your core fluttering as you came on his tongue; chanting his name with desperate moans. Ari held you still as you tried to wriggle away, trying to get a break from the assault of your sensitive button. He wasn’t finished with you yet. 

You reached back to try and push his head away, crying out and shaking your head, unable to form any words due to your mind swimming with Ari; everything was Ari. Ari let out a disgruntled grumble, and while his tongue flicked against your clit, he grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back, using the grip on them as purchase to continue keeping you held in place. 

Your thighs were shaking at this point, your stomach doing flips, and your body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Ari hummed blissfully, seemingly feeling full as he continued to taste you on his tongue. 

The Alpha pulled orgasm after orgasm from your abused cunt, before finally giving you relief for a short moment. That’s when you felt his fingertip prod at your entrance, and they felt the bed dip as your arms were released and Ari rose to his knees. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” Ari cooed. If your face wasn’t already flushed red, it certainly was now. “Can’t wait to feel it around my knot,” Ari continued to you as he slipped a finger inside you. The large digit curling in search of your sweet spot. “Feel it cuming around me, so fucking tight, ‘mega, fuck.” 

“More, Alpha,” you moaned, thrusting your hips back slightly. “Need your knot so bad.” 

“Gotta open you up, pup. Gotta make it fit,” Ari replied, slipping a second finger alongside the first. The sting from the stretch makes you suck in a hissing breath. “Such a tight, little cunt.”

You didn’t know that pain could feel so good. The ache in your back paired with the ones in your thighs mixed with the tingles left from Ari’s beard, and his fingers spreading you open bloomed a need you didn’t know existed. 

Ari hooked his fingers in a come hither motion, finally bumping against that special spot inside you, making you cry out and become a boneless mess. Your shoulders sunk into the mattress, face squished against the pillows as you rocked your hips in time with his fingers curling. 

Ari growled and reached over your arched body to take a fist full of your hair, forcing your head up from the pillow. 

“Stop hiding, little one,” Ari commanded, his fingers pulling sounds you didn’t know you could make from you. “I wanna hear all those pretty moans. Wanna hear how good I’m taking you apart. I want all of it.” 

Wanton moans dripped from your parted lips as Ari continued to open you up. Your hole now stretched around three of his large fingers. He was unrelenting in his mission to get you prepped enough for his knot. Ari used the grip on your hair to spear you back on his fingers, your whole body rocking back onto his fingers. 

“Alpha, it’s enough, it’s enough,” you moaned, craning your head back to look back at him, hair stuck to his forehead, bicep flexing as he twisted his fingers inside you. “Please, I need it now.” 

''Not enough, pup,'' Ari argued. ''Trust me, it's taking every ounce of control inside of me not to tear into this pretty little cunt--'' Ari emphasised his words by scissoring his fingers inside you, making you gasp and hiss from the sting of the stretch. He curled his body over yours and chuckled in your ear before he nipped the shell. ''Gotta have you ready, pup.'' 

After what seemed like an eternity of fingers curling and twisting, obscene sounds of your slick around Ari's fingers; pornographic moans and dark chuckles, teasing remarks and filthy comments from Ari, he finally pulled his fingers from inside you and pulled a shocked gasp from you as he flipped you onto your back and lifted your legs to your chest. He locked one hand behind your knees, keeping your thighs flush against your chest, while he grasped his length in his other hand and nudged the tip through your folds.

You angled your head, looking around to see him slowly fuck himself through your slit. The head of his cock bumps against your clit, making little moans fall from your lips.  Ari was seemingly mesmerised, eyes locked on his cock slipping through your folds, and your delicate fingers rubbing the tip of his cock until he dipped too low and the head caught against your hole, making you both gasp and his hand tighten its hold on your legs. 

Ari let his cockhead rest against your hole as he guided your hand away, and readied himself on his knees, letting out a deep breath before giving you a checking glance. From here, you saw the man's sheer size, the wolf looming over to take his prey in any way he saw fit. You gave him a nod, mouth agape, and let your head rest on the pillow, fingers tangling in the sheets, preparing for the breach. 

''Holy fuckin' shit, sugar,'' Ari moaned out as the tip of his cock slipped past your hole, your hands ditching the sheets and reaching around to grip Ari's wrists. All you could do was chant his name, whine, and moan as he continued to slowly thrust into you. ''You can take it, omega. You can do it for me, can't you, pup? I know you can, look how well you're taking me, you can do it, pup.'' 

The stretch, the ache from your core, your legs, your back; the hands that clutched your thighs, the growls and moans from Ari, it was all too much. 

Ari parted your legs, slipping through the space to cover your body with his own, elbows planted beside your shoulders as he caressed the sides of your face, wiped sweat-stuck hair from your face, and smoothed his hands over your hair. Your hand stroked his biceps, kneading the flesh as he slowly buried his cock deeper inside you, dropping his head beside yours and moaning long and slow into your ear as he finally bottomed out. Your fingers tangled in his hair, whining his name as you lifted your legs and clenched them tightly around his hips. 

''Feel like heaven, pup,'' Ari moaned out, slightly rocking his hips into you, nudging his cock against the sweet spot hidden deep inside you. 

''Not yet, not yet,'' You chant, strung out and whining, stuffed to the brim. 

''Can't wait much longer,'' Ari growled, fighting against his feral urges. ''Need you, Omega.''

''You have me, Alpha.''

Ari lifted back onto his knees, fingers curling under your knees and holding them firmly as he slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside you; pulling delicate moans and needy whines from both of you. 

From there, it was only a few short thrusts until Ari became unhinged.

The bed creaked and groaned from the brutal pace of his hips. Pain and pleasure mixed perfectly; intoxicating and addictive, under his sharp teeth and piercing claws, blooming red under his trail. Both of you were reduced to puddles, unable to form any words, completely lost in each other; consumed by need and lust. 

''Not gonna last long,'' Ari began to babble, moans and growls mixing with his words as he continued to spear you onto his cock. All you could do was cry out and grip him as he used you for his pleasure. ''Gonna breed you, gonna fill you up, keep you on my knot. Get you full with my pups, my perfect little bitch. My beautiful Omega. My sweet little pup.'' His fingers bruised into your hips, claws nipping the skin. ''So fuckin' good, 'Mega. So good for me, taking it all. You ready for my knot, pup? You gonna take it?'' 

''Yes, yes, yes,'' You managed to chant, eyes locked on Ari's and arching your back as the wolf pounded into you. 

Ari leaned back down, hand cradling under your head, the other cradling your cheek and keeping you close in the crook of his neck. Your heavy breaths coated his skin, while your fingernails left trails of blood down his back, making him rut harder, obscene noises filling the room. You locked your legs again around his waist, while Ari moaned nonsensical filth into your ear. Growls and grunts overtook him as he became desperate to fill you to the brim. His teeth pinched into your neck, locking you down against the mattress as he claimed you. 

You could feel his swelling knot catch against your hole, making your nails bite into the flesh of his shoulder. He lifted up onto his hands, heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips; snarls and teeth, and started down, watching himself fuck into you as he crept closer and close to his climax. His hips began to stutter and started to push the knot fully inside you, locking you together. 

Your hands find his face and draw his gaze to yours.

''Look at me, Alpha. Look at me. Wanna see you while you fill me.''

[buckgasms]

Game Day

Y'all...... This might be the filthiest thing i have ever ever written 🫣🫣🫣 like omg it's really, so dirty!

Without spoilers this is a dark fic with elements of dub-con and if that makes you uncomfortable please do not engage!

Plot: Bucky shares you with his close friends and you don't know it's happening until it's happening 🎀

Special thanks to @imyourbratzdoll for encouraging me and coming up with some of the filth that features here! Lysm 🖤

You should have known something was amiss when Bucky insisted he choose your outfit for this evening. Even more so that he chose a tiny skirt, barely covering your ass and a sheer white top. He finally finished off the look with your bunny ears and attached a pink collar around your neck.

"Bucky... I only wear this when we have our nights together" you pout and fiddle with the hem of your top. He saunters forward, pinching your chin and tilting your head upwards, meeting your gaze. "Just for tonight baby, don't make a fuss."

You didn't feel better but he ignored your moans and bent you over. "Baby if you don't shut up your whining I'm gonna put this plug in dry ok?" He shot, landing a swat on your ass cheek.

Your whimper died in your throat and he took your silence to be your agreement, continuing to prepare you for the evening.

"I want my bunny ready to use" he said as he worked your holes, satisfied by your soft breaths. "Although.... You're always ready for me aren't you pretty baby?"

"Yes Bucky, always good for you" you moaned as he lubed up your ass and probed his fingers in. Before long you felt the familiar cold steel pressing against your puckered hole.

"Take it all Bunny, relax and take it for me" he hisses as he watches it slide in. He stands you up and smiles at the strained look on your face, eyes already glassy. "That's it bunny, my good girl."

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So you were perched on his lap, plug sitting snugly in your ass, jolting you every so often as he bounced you on his knee.

You were surrounded by Bucky's friends, all of whom had openly approved of your outfit. You blushed and thanked them before heading off to get Bucky's beer from the kitchen.

It was a smaller group than usual today. Only Bucky's closest friends, Steve of course, Sam, Nick and Lee were attending the game night tonight. You were disappointed to find none of them had brought a girl tonight. It was sometimes nice to have some female company when sports facts were being thrown around, but you supposed Bucky might keep you occupied as you headed back into the living room.

"There's my girl" he smiled and pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your hair and running his fingers gently over the plug. You flushed but managed to kiss him back before you were pulled into his lap, to watch the game.

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"Bunny...?" Bucky whispered in your ear and you glanced at him, before watching his hands snake around your waist to rest on your thighs. "What?" You whisper back, smiling a little as he jiggled you around. "I'm bored, wanna play with your pussy."

Your eyes widened and you looked around the room. It didn't seem like anyone heard, but you leaned in closer just in case. "We can't Bucky! Not here!" He looked around and clicked his tongue. "Yeah I guess you're right... I tell you what, go into the room next door and wait for me. I'll come join you in a bit, that way no one will know."

You grinned and giggled quietly at him before nodding. You sat back for a moment before the excitement got to you and you hopped out of his lap and scurried into the other room.

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You figured Bucky would like it if you were on your knees, so you knelt in the middle of the room, undid a few buttons and readjusted your bunny ears.

You heard the guys in the room next door groan as you did. You wondered if there had been a missed goal, although it sounded... Different.

You waited until finally Bucky appeared, and slipped quietly into the room. He stalked over and smiled at you. "Such a good bunny, waiting for me like this." You smiled, pleased he had noticed. "God those guys have no idea what a perfect little fuck bunny I have do they? Wish they could have you huh?"

You giggled as he slipped his thumb in your mouth and you greedily sucked. Your hands quickly moved to his shorts and pulled them down, sucking harder on his thumb as his thick cock sprang free. He stroked himself, occasionally rubbing his precum over your lips and cheeks. "Tell me what you like baby bunny, wanna hear your dirty secrets..."

Thinking it was a little game you listed off your favourite things. Sucking his cock until you choke, when he fucks you like a slut, when he uses his hands on you, you like when he plays with both holes, "choke me, slap me, use me Bucky" you panted as your hands gripped his thigh. You heard another groan from the other room, and Bucky chuckled, hand running through your locks. "All right baby, take your clothes off and show me where you need it..."

You scramble to your feet and shimmy out of your skirt and top. He manhandles you around to check on the plug, wiggling it around and making your whimper. His other hand rakes up your thigh before pressing through your soaked folds. Your knees buckle as he rubs at your heat and moves the plug in tandem. Your moan fills the room and echos a little kn the unusually quiet house.

"Bunny, if someone hears us they'll come in. And if they come in, I ain't sending them away, you hear me?"

Your stomach flips and you nod, hand flying to your mouth as you nibble your fingers. "I'll be quiet promise" you whisper and he nods, resuming his torture.

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What you don't know, is that you are putting on a show for the whole room next door. The remaining men are sitting there, watching Bucky play with you like a doll. They've been waiting for the word, for Bucky to get you prepared for what's to come. He promised them all a turn on his pretty bunny.

He was sick of them eyeing you up, but he also couldn't get the idea of you being used by all of them out of his head. So, with Steve's help he fitted out a room with cameras so they could watch, and film your destruction. It was unbearable waiting for this day, for this moment. But here it was...

"Can't we just go in now?" Lee drawled readjusting himself as he watched Bucky start fucking your throat on the big screen.

"No" snapped Steve, "she's gotta be ready or she'll fight it. We wait now, and we get to do what we like later..."

Lee smiled and cursed as he watched tears track down your pretty face. What he'd do to have to himself...

"Can't fucking believe this is real" Nick muttered, not even trying to hide his arousal, "she's so... Filthy" he said, mostly to himself as Bucky dragged you smiling across the room to rest on your hands and knees right in front of a hidden camera.

"Christ, look at her face... So fucked out already" Sam said, "bet Fowler's never made a girl look like that before" which earned a laugh from the other men and a scowl from Nick. "Fuck off Wilson, bet I can make her squirt before you do."

They continued to bicker and throw bets and money about before Steve cut across them all.

"Get ready... She's almost there."

They all quietened down again as they watched your blissed out face react to Bucky taking you from behind. His hand gripped your hair and pulled your face higher.

"Smile bunny, you're on camera"

🖤

In your fucked out state you didn't really hear what he said, but you smiled and thanked him for fucking you. That was normally what he wanted.

You then felt him pull out and his fingers swirl around your clit before rubbing harshly at your sensitive folds. You couldn't contain the squeal that left your lips, but before you could stop yourself the door clicked open.

You tried to stop, to make Bucky hold back but his hands never stopped as you watched Steve, Sam, Lee, and Nick walk in the room. They looked excited, amused and hungry for you.

Finally Bucky halted his actions, wrapping his arms around your retreating form and leaving you held open for them to see. "Oh dear bunny, I guess they heard you being a little slut didn't they?" You whimpered and tried again to hide your body. "Nu-uh baby girl. Don't be all shy now, when you didn't care before... Told ya, if they come in, they get a go on you. You did this to yourself slutty bunny."

You wanted to sob and scream, but you just sat on the floor as they all towered over you. Your lower half was buzzing and your brain was on a time delay. Surely they were joking?

"Bucky's told us about your mouth Bunny. Why don't you show us how good it is?" Sam reached out and flicked your bunny ears, before trailing a finger down your cheek. You looked to Bucky for help, but all he did was roll his eyes and grab your hair before shoving your face directly towards Sam's crotch.

He was more prepared than you, gripping his dick as you were pushed closer. You opened your mouth on instinct and took him as far as you could. He was longer than Bucky, so it choked you quicker than you were used to.

As you choked and gagged the other men sprung into movement. You saw pants being removed and cocks being pulled into view. You were now in the centre of a very impatient group of guys, all wanting a piece of you.

"Use your hands bunny" a voice commanded and you did as you were told, gripping unknown dicks and stroking as Sam used you for a while longer. "Come on Wilson, don't be a fucking hog" you recognised Lee's voice before you were dragged off Sam and another length was rammed down your throat before you could even blink. Your hands fumbled and your eyes streamed as they used you. Eventually hands drifted down to your throbbing heat. "Fuck she loves it" Steve growled as his fingers sank into your soaking heat. You moaned around a cock and Nick swore loudly as the sensitivity pulsed through him.

"Please, please" you begged as Steve flexed his fingers inside you, your pleasure reaching a new high as your mouth was refilled and hands tweaked at your nipples and pulled your hair. "Don't you fucking dare come Bunny" Bucky's voice cut through the haze, "you haven't done a thing to earn it yet. Lazy sluts don't get to come..."

They all chuckled as you were lifted up like a toy and carried to the couch. You lay on Steve's body, his cock brushing against your soaked heat, and you finally had a good look at them all. They were all gorgeous in their own ways but you still felt like this was wrong, but Bucky said it was your fault?

Bucky leaned over you and pressed a kiss to your lips. Tears stung your eyes but he just laughed before pulling the plug out of your ass. "Made sure she was nice and stretched out for you guys... Don't waste it..." That didn't make sense you thought, but Steve lined up his thick dick and sank into your puckered hole making you wail in pleasure and pain. "Fuck that's nice" he growled in your ear as your pussy was filled by Nick, his hands slapping at your breasts and face. "God what a whore" he muttered as tears leaked down your face.

Bucky leaned over again and licked them away, his hand drifting softly through your hair. "Don't cry silly bunny, you like this don't you? Like being a little slut for me and my pals?" You didn't have time to respond before Lee was climbing upwards and shoving his dick in your face. With a hard pinch from Bucky you opened up and took him all the way, the airtight sensation had you overwhelmed in seconds.

The alternating thrusts and touching had you coming quickly to a high. "Fucking watch this Wilson" Nick muttered before pulling out and thrusting two fingers straight in your cunt, flexing fast. You screamed around Lee's cock as you squirted, Steve groaned underneath as you squeezed him like a vice. "Fuck sake Fowler" growled Lee as he allowed you a moments breath before continuing.

"Not bad Nick" Sam mocked, "for a first try" he chuckled before replacing Nick at your pussy and sinking in. You groaned again, as the thickness made your holes ache. Lee finally pulled away, moaning about showboating assholes and you could take a deep breath as Bucky's two best friends fucked you in tandem. Your boyfriend appeared back at your side, wiping your drool over your face.

"So pretty hmm? You like getting fucked by my friends bunny?" As he spoke Sam and Steve fucked you harder and deeper, making your eyes roll and a string of curses left your lips. "Keep going guys, she's still got miles in her yet." They all laughed again and jeered as Bucky spat on your face and you instinctively licked it up.

"I want her ass" Lee growled, eyeing you impatiently as you bounced up and down. "One sec" Sam grinned before he too, pulled out and sank his fingers in to you. This time you could see your release spray over him, you screamed and cried out, held firm by Steve's strong hands. When you finished he wiped his hand on your face before striding over to Nick and waving his wet hand. "That's how you do it."

You sank to the floor but Lee was on you, pushing your head to the floor with his foot he pressed down until your ass was in the air. He sank into your ass and fucked with abandon, you could feel him spit on you as he did it, making your walls flutter, much to your embarrassment. You wailed and cried, but no one cared, they just continued to use you, swapping places every few minutes until you weren't sure who was using you when.

"Show me my Bunny" you heard Bucky say after a little while of this treatment. You were pushed over to lay on the floor, limbs flopping to either side, your body covered in red marks, spit and sweat. He added a few more of his own before pushing your legs up and folding you in half before sinking his cock in. "We're gonna fill you up, cover you in come, make you swallow it. Whatever we want bunny, then I'll let you rest."

You whined and cried as he pinched your clit hard, before rubbing it and making your legs shake. "Say you want it, tell us you want it..." He growled and you wailed out your need for them. Anything to call time to this game. He gripped your hips and fucked hard, your walls fluttering again as he worked his magic. "Bucky please..." You whimpered and he grinned before rubbing at your clit again. "Come now bunny, come for me..."

Your eyes rolled backwards and your limbs shook as you felt him fill you up with his release. "Atta girl" he groaned before standing up and carrying you over to the sofa again. "She's all yours" he said putting your head on his lap and stroking your hair as they descended upon you once more. Nick wanted your mouth again so he settled in, fucking you fast and hard before he was spilling over your lips and cheek. But you could barely register because Steve was using your abused pussy as his own personal fuck toy, his growls making you weak. He pulls out to come on your stomach as his place is filled by Sam, who fucks in tandem with Lee who is using your mouth. Your hand grips Bucky's who is holding yours as the stimulation drags you closer to another peak.

"So. Fucking. Pretty" Lee growls as he chokes you through his orgasm, making sure you swallow him all down. Your breath shudders as Sam finally finishes, adding his mess to Steve's.

You lay on the sofa, body twitching, limbs throbbing and everything else aching. "Bunny.... Don't forget your manners" Bucky says, stroking his hand through your hair and your lip trembles as you look at them all and croak a "thank you". There's an air of tension in the room, as if they don't want to leave, but Bucky takes back the reins and says casually, "Game must be back on by now? Shall we go and see what the score is?" They all chuckle before pulling their clothes on and heading out of the room.

You lay on his lap, whining and disorientated as he leans over so you are looking at him. He's got the devil in his eye and it makes you swallow hard.

"My turn..."

[chaenniz]

hi!! could i request a fic where reader falls asleep in the practice room after a long day and yunjin carries them to the car? thank you<33

my dear - huh yunjin x 6th! member reader

A/N ;; angst definitely after this one.. also wrote this one to this

genre ;; fluff

disclaimer ;; mentions of not feeling like enough

wc ;; 1.8k

as a member of the globally renowned k-pop girl group, le sserafim, you were constantly under pressure to perform at your best.

you had always been a hard worker, but lately, you had been pushing yourself to the brink of exhaustion.

despite your friends and groupmates' concerns, you couldn't seem to slow down. you were determined to be the best you could be, no matter what the cost.

one day, after a grueling solo practice session, you collapsed on the floor, exhausted. you couldn't remember the last time you had slept properly, or even eaten a decent meal.

you were so consumed by your work that everything else had fallen by the wayside.

it wasn't until you woke up hours later that you realized where you were. you were lying on a bench in the practice room, surrounded by empty water bottles and crumpled papers.

you felt a pang of guilt as you looked around at the mess you had made. you had been so focused on your work that you hadn't even bothered to clean up after yourself.

you tried to sit up, but your body was too weak. you slumped back down onto the bench, feeling defeated.

that's when you heard a familiar voice. "hey, are you okay?"

you looked up to see yunjin, one of your bandmates, standing in front of you. she looked worried, her brow furrowed with concern.

you tried to say something, but your throat was dry and scratchy. you coughed weakly, and yunjin reached for a water bottle and handed it to you.

"here," she said. "drink this."

you took a few sips of water, feeling it soothe your parched throat. "thanks," you managed to croak out.

yunjin sat down next to you on the bench, her expression softening. "you've been overworking yourself," she said gently. "we're all worried about you. the girls are still up at home, wondering where you are."

you felt a wave of shame wash over you. you knew yunjin was right. you had been pushing yourself too hard, and it was starting to show, worrying your fellow members in the process.

"i'm sorry," you said, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "i just...i wanted to be enough for you guys. be able to stand on stage proudly next to all of you.."

yunjin put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. "you’re more than enough" she said firmly. "but you need to take care of yourself, y/n. you can't keep pushing yourself like this."

you nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. you had been so caught up in your own work that you hadn't realized how much you needed someone to take care of you.

yunjin helped you to your feet, her arm around your waist for support. "come on," she said. "let's get you out of here."

as you walked towards the door, you felt your legs wobbling beneath you. you leaned on yunjin for support, feeling embarrassed and weak.

but yunjin didn't seem to mind. she wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you up as you stumbled towards her car.

once you were safely in the passenger seat, yunjin turned to you. "do you want to go home?" she asked.

you shook your head. "not yet," you said. "i don't think i can face everyone right now. can we just...drive around for a bit?"

yunjin nodded, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. you watched as the buildings whizzed by, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. yunjin's presence was soothing, and you were grateful to have her by your side.

as you drove around aimlessly, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. the exhaustion was catching up to you , and soon you were sound asleep again, your head resting against the window.

yunjin glanced over at you, her heart swelling with affection. she couldn't help but feel protective of you, knowing how hard you worked and how much pressure you put on yourself.

as the car continued to move, yunjin’s thoughts turned to the future. she knew that she couldn't always be there to catch you when you fell.

you needed to learn to take care of yourself, to find balance and rest when you needed it.

but for now, she was content to drive around with you, letting you sleep and offering her support when you needed it most.

after a while, yunjin pulled into a quiet park and turned off the engine. she turned to you, gently shaking your shoulder. "hey," she said softly. "we're here."

you blinked blearily, looking around at the peaceful surroundings. "where are we?" you asked, still feeling a little groggy.

"it's a park," yunjin said. "i used to come here when i needed some peace and quiet."

you nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards yunjin for bringing you here. you stepped out of the car and followed her towards a nearby bench, where you sat down and leaned back against the cool metal.

for a while, you two sat in comfortable silence, watching as the world went by. the sun was starting to set, casting long shadows across the grass. the air was cool and refreshing, a welcome change from the stuffy practice room

as the darkness started to descend, yunjin turned to you. "are you feeling better?" she asked.

you nodded, feeling a sense of peace settling over you. "yeah," you said. "thank you, yunjin. i don't know what I would do without you."

yunjin smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "you don't have to thank me," she said. "i'm just doing what good friends do."

you smiled back, feeling grateful for the bond you shared with yunjin.

as the night deepened and the stars twinkled overhead, you and yunjin continued to talk, sharing stories and memories.

you talked about your childhood, your dreams, and your hopes for the future. you opened up to yunjin in a way that you didn't often do with others, feeling a sense of comfort and trust that you didn't feel with many people.

yunjin listened intently, her gaze fixed on you as you spoke. she felt a sense of pride and admiration for you, knowing how hard you worked and how much you sacrificed for your passion.

she couldn't imagine what it must be like to be in your shoes, to have the weight of the world on your shoulders every day.

as the conversation started to wind down, yunjin suddenly turned to you, her face flushed and her eyes darting nervously. gone was her cool, hot girl persona.

"hey, can I tell you something?" she asked, her voice cracking a little.

you looked at her with concern, wondering what was on her mind. "of course, what is it?" you asked, trying to sound reassuring.

yunjin took a deep breath, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. "um, well, you know how we've been spending a lot of time together lately?" she asked, her voice trailing off uncertainly.

you nodded, wondering where this was going. "yes, we have. what's on your mind, yunjin?" you prompted gently.

yunjin looked up at you, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. "i just wanted to say that, um, i really like you. like, a lot. and i know it might be weird, since we're both in the same group and all, but i just had to tell you," she said, her voice growing more confident with each word.

you couldn't help but smile at her nervousness, feeling a sense of fondness for your dorky, yet thoughtful bandmate.

"yunjin, that's really sweet of you," you said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "and i like you too, you know. like you as more than a friend."

yunjin’s face lit up at your words, and she let a serene smile grace her face. yunjin took initiative and intertwined her hands with yours, a comfortable silence washing over the two of you again.

that is, until yunjin breaks it. "i want you to promise me something," she said, her gaze resting on yours..

you looked at her, sensing the gravity of her words. "what is it?" you asked.

"i want you to promise me that you'll take care of yourself," yunjin said. "that you won't push yourself too hard, or sacrifice your health for your dreams."

you felt a lump form in your throat, touched by yunjin's concern. "i promise," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

yunjin smiled, a relieved expression crossing her features. "good," she said. "because I don't want to see you burn out. you're too important to me, to the group, and to your fans."

you nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards yunjin for caring so much about you. how did you ever manage to get so lucky?

you knew that she was right, that you needed to find a balance between your passion and your health.

as you and yunjin headed back to the car, you felt a sense of peace settling over you. you knew that there would be more hard days and long nights, but you also knew that you had yunjin by your side, ready to catch you when you fell.

as the car pulled up to the dorm, yunjin turned to you, her eyes full of warmth and affection. "i'm proud of you," she said. "for everything that you've accomplished, and for everything that you will accomplish in the future."

you felt a lump form in your throat for the third time that night, touched by her words. "thank you, yunjin," you said. "i couldn't have done any of this without you."

yunjin smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "you could have," she said. "you’re just that amazing.”

you both laughed, feeling a sense of lightness and joy in the air. you watch as the moonlight highlights yunjin’s beautiful features, her eyes shining even in the dead of night.

feeling captivated by her, you start to lean in.

*bzzt*

you feel a buzz in the pocket of your hoodie, a familiar ringtone playing soon after.

you huff in frustration as yunjin giggles softly. you take your phone out of your hoodie pocket, revealing 4 missed messages and 1 missed call from chaewon, your groups leader.

you call her back, chaewon’s high pitched voice frighteningly deeper than usual.

“where are you two?” chaewon interreogated.

“we’re outside, we’re just about to come in.” you reply back, feeling a little scared as to what was to come for you and yunjin after heading inside.

you hear chaewon sigh on the other side of the, with sakura’s faint voice behind her. “hurry up then, it’s 12 am, curfew’s at 11. you should both know this by now.”

with that, chaewon hung up on you.

you turn to yunjin, who had an amused grin on her face. you stared at her while she stared right back at you.

yunjin leaned in, kissing your forehead. “let’s head back inside?”

your face brightened after her kiss, “yeah, let’s go.”

A/N ;; first long(ish) fic ina while, i hope it doesn’t suck ass 💀 (I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECFTED ANON)

[ynit-a]

𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝟏𝟎 | jkk

orphic | jkk x m!oc

𝟏𝟎 | 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒

“With what conviction do I become my own bully?”

Yuuji sat beside his grandfather's hospital bed, dim light filtering through the blinds. The air in the room was heavy, as if every word his grandfather said was a final sentence, a farewell that Yuuji didn't want to hear, but knew he had to accept. The old man, his face lined with wrinkles and dull eyes, spoke in whispers, almost on the verge of being lost in the wind blowing outside.

—Yuuji... always help people... do the right thing...— he said, his words trailing out of his mouth, as if each one was a titanic effort.

Yuuji clenched his fists in his lap, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. He knew this moment would come. His grandfather had been sick for a long time, but nothing had prepared him for the empty feeling that hit him when his breathing finally stopped. Yuuji bowed his head, allowing himself a moment to say goodbye, but his mind was already beginning to slip into the uncertainty of the future. What would he do now? What did it mean to "do the right thing" in a world that suddenly felt so big, so alien?

After a few minutes, the orderlies entered the room to take the body away, and Yuuji, suddenly feeling alone in a world filled with noise, walked out of the hospital. The cool evening breeze whipped across his face, but it failed to clear the weight on his chest. As he walked, the last conversation with his grandfather kept replaying in his head.

As he was lost in thought filling out paperwork, he was abruptly interrupted by a voice.

—Itadori Yuuji?—The voice was firm, but not aggressive.

Yuuji turned to find himself facing a dark-haired boy, his gaze stern and focused. He didn't know him, but something about his presence made him feel like the conversation he was about to have would change his life in some way.

—I'm looking for a cursed object, something that, if not recovered soon, could cause a lot of harm. Do you know anything about it?

Yuuji looked at him perplexed, shaking his head, he had no idea what he was referring to, cursed object? Seeing his confusion, Fushiguro showed him a picture of the object on his cell phone, and something in his head began to connect the dots. The object... the one we found at school..., he immediately thought. The small box with the strange contents that he and his friends had discovered days ago, and that was now in the hands of his classmates.

Before he could answer, Megumi took a step towards him, her eyes shining with urgency—The object you found is a dangerous one, classified as special grade, give it to me before people start dying

The pink-haired boy quickly took out the box and passed it to the boy—I don't have much to do with it, but I can't say the same about my senpais.

The black-haired man opened the box... It's empty?! Fushiguro's face changed from one of frustration to one of concern in seconds. —Where is the content?!

—I told you, my senpais have it—Itadori frowned, trying to remember more—I think they mentioned something about removing the seal on that at school tonight

—Your friends will die if we don't go now.

Yuuji, sensing the tension in the boy's voice, didn't hesitate. He nodded and they both started running in the direction of the school. Without saying a word, Yuuji already knew that something much bigger than himself was happening.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Soren sat in his small bedroom, surrounded by old books and crumpled notes that Gojo had left on the history of jujutsu. His fingers drummed impatiently on the desk, while his eyes moved without real focus across the pages. The information was dense, filled with terms and explanations that seemed more convoluted than they should be. "History of jujutsu," he thought with a sigh. "To have worked so hard in high school just to come here and study this... What a joke."

Despite his frustration, Soren knew he had to try. He had decided not to give up, not now that he had entered the academy. And although Gojo had taken it upon himself to remind him to take jujutsu history classes with the first years, something that bothered him deeply, he could not ignore the importance of understanding the cursed energy that eluded him so much.

"How can I use it?" he constantly asked himself. "How can I manifest it?" So far, the only time he had felt anything resembling cursed energy had been in the hospital, when his mother was unconscious. He had seen those dark, vibrating threads flow through his mind, as if something was trying to get out from within him. But after that, everything had shut down again, leaving him in a state of helplessness.

He stood up from his chair and began pacing around the room, trying to concentrate. Gojo had said that he shouldn't force the cursed energy, that he had to let it flow naturally. But how was he supposed to do that if he had never felt anything real inside himself? Every time he tried, all he got was more frustration and doubt.

—This is a waste of time,— he muttered to himself, as a current of irritation began to build up in his chest. He had spent weeks trying to feel something, anything, and all he got in return was the familiar emptiness that had plagued him from the beginning. However, there was something different today. A palpable tension in the air, something that made him feel like he was on the verge of a breakthrough, or perhaps a breakdown.

Soren stood in front of the window, looking out at the school grounds illuminated by the dim light of dusk. Even though magi weren't a very large population, Gojo's words, there were a few students at the school, Soren saw some practicing with their cursed energy fluidly on the grounds in the distance. A pang of jealousy shot through him. Why did everyone seem to handle it so easily, while he remained stuck?

Unconsciously, his emotions began to intensify. Frustration, anger, fear... it all began to build up inside him, and with it, something else. A familiar yet unsettling feeling. Like an internal pressure, an energy stirring deep within him.

Soren closed his eyes, trying to focus. This time, he wouldn't try to force it. He would let those feelings build, let them guide him. He focused on the pain he felt for his mother, on the uncertainty about his future, on the anger that consumed him at not being able to control his own power. He felt that energy begin to move, slowly at first, as if awakening from a long slumber.

Suddenly, his mind flashed back to that moment in the hospital. The dark, snaking threads reappearing in his inner vision. This time, he didn't just see them; he could feel them. They were there, waiting to be released. But he couldn't do it with concentration alone. He needed more... something or someone to push him over the edge.

Images of those ancient sorcerers began to flash through his mind. He remembered reading about them in books. One in particular had caught his eye: a powerful sorcerer who had become the king of curses, Ryomen Sukuna. Sukuna's description had disturbed him, but also fascinated him. How could someone accumulate so much cursed power? Could he ever achieve something similar?

His thoughts began to darken, and the cursed energy within him stirred more strongly. "How far am I willing to go?" he asked himself, as the pressure within him grew. He could feel the cursed threads moving, tightening as if ready to be unleashed.

A strange chill ran down his spine, and suddenly, something seemed to answer him from the shadows of his mind. It wasn't a voice, but a presence. Something dark, ancient, full of power. The threads of cursed energy inside him began to move faster, tangling with each other, preparing for something he didn't quite understand yet.

Soren clenched his fists, feeling the cursed energy begin to push towards the surface. But just as he was about to reach something, the feeling faded. The emptiness settled back into his chest, leaving him panting and sweaty, but without any real manifestation.

—Damn it,— he whispered through his teeth, punching the wall in frustration. He knew he was close, but he needed something more. More power, more control, or perhaps... more desperation.

As he caught his breath, Soren couldn't help but think about what he had felt. It wasn't just his cursed energy. There was something else, something that seemed ancient and had tried to connect with him. Maybe that was the push he needed, something bigger and darker than himself. But he still didn't know how to reach it, or if he really should.

—Tomorrow is another day— he told himself— But I'm not giving up.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Meanwhile, at Yuuji's high school, things were quickly getting worse. Yuuji and Megumi had arrived at the building, only to be met with a dark presence emanating from the cursed object. Yuuji's friends, the ones who had unearthed the box, were trapped inside, surrounded by grotesque creatures that looked like something out of a nightmare.

Megumi gave Yuuji a serious look. —Stay here,— Yuuji immediately disagrees, causing Megumi to extend an arm to stop him. —If it's something I can't fully control, I'll call for reinforcements, but you, stay here.— Yuuji looked at where the black-haired man had left with his heart in his throat. He knew he had to do something, but he had no idea how to face something so terrifying. How am I supposed to save them? He thought desperately.

Megumi didn't waste any time. With a quick movement of his hands, he summoned his shikigamis, two dark wolves that pounced on the cursed creatures, fighting them fiercely.

What am I waiting for? The pink-haired man thought as he ran through the halls in search of his friends or the black-haired man who never changed his frown. Don't be like me, and Yuuji was going to listen to him. Visualizing the black-haired man in front of a deformed monster, Itadori jumped into action, connecting a blow with the monster, it was there that he realized that it was holding his friends from the occult club.

—I thought my grandmother's death was the right one, but... this kind of death is wrong— Yuuji said as he gave her another blow, Is this a curse? I thought they were going to be different.

Megumi dedicated herself to observing, finally deciding to reproach him for his irrational decisions.

—What is that thing that is eating the body? —he asked, Megumi turned her head

—They are my shikigami, can you see them? —he asked a touch surprised, since seeing how the boy with no experience had beaten the curse— normally people can't see them, only when they are almost on the verge of death or in situations like this.

—Really? I've never seen a ghost

Discussing the issues, the cursed object, a finger, slipped out of the pocket of one of the pink-haired boy's friends.

—Is this what you were looking for?

—Yes. Special grade object, Ryomen Sukuna. It's a miracle he didn't eat it— Yuuji made a gesture similar to disgust, who the hell would eat a finger?

Trying to get out of the place, both teens failed to see the curse that was stalking them from the top of the roof. The curse lunged at them, and the fight began again. Megumi was starting to falter. Despite his efforts, the creatures seemed unfazed, and the situation was becoming more and more desperate. Yuuji, not knowing what else to do, ran towards the cursed object that was lying on the ground, pulsing with a dark and dangerous energy.

Megumi was trying to stop the pink-haired boy from doing something irrational again, and the curse took advantage of the mini moment of distraction to throw him into the air; the black-haired boy's body collided with the wall, blood quickly running down his forehead.

The curse, seeing the finger between Yuuji's, went over him, holding him. Itadori flicked his finger into the air

—Isn't that a way to save people? I just need cursed energy, right?! Right Fushiguro?!

—Don't do it!— Megumi shouted, but it was too late.

In an act of desperation, Yuuji thoughtlessly swallowed it.

What happened next was a whirlwind of chaos. Yuuji's body shook violently as a dark energy invaded him, and a macabre laugh echoed in his mind. Sukuna, the king of curses, had awakened, and his presence was overwhelming.

Megumi stepped back, stunned, as the cursed aura around Yuuji intensified. The boy raised his head, and Sukuna's red eyes shone with indescribable malice.

—Is the flesh of a cursed spirit so boring? Where are the children? The women?— This is really a wonderful era, women and children walking around like maggots... This is going to be a massacre!

But the little malevolent intervention was interrupted when the pink-haired man grabbed his own chin in a strong way, the confusion on his face was evident. How the hell can he keep moving even though he is in control of the body?

Megumi watched him with a frown, ready for anything from the curse. Itadori regained control of his body —Don't move!— Yuuji looked at the black-haired man in surprise, approaching worried about the amount of blood on him—Don't move, you are no longer human... And according to the law of sorcery, Yuuji Itadori, I must exorcize you!

—Huh?!—the pink-haired man raised his hands in panic, and with a nervous smile he said— wait, wait! There is nothing wrong with me, you are the one who is all beaten up and badly injured, we have to hurry to the hospital.

But just when things seemed out of control, a tall, carefree figure appeared in the hallway.

—Wow, looks like I got here just in time,— Gojo said, smiling calmly as he assessed the situation.

—Sensei...— Megumi focused her gaze on the newcomer. —...what are you doing here?

—Man, I wasn't going to come but...— letting out a laugh, the white-haired man approached Megumi, his cell phone held high.—...But you look beat up, Megumi, I have to show it to the second years.— Gojo quickly began taking photos from various angles, the flash shielding Megumi no matter how hard he tried to cover himself. When he was satisfied with the sick amount of photos he took, the man straightened up.

—I just happened to be here sightseeing. Well? Did you find it?— Megumi looked away, avoiding eye contact as she thought of what to say; Yuuji finally stepped forward as he raised his hand with some uncertainty.

—I'm sorry but... I ate it.

Silence.

A silence that was invaded by a laugh of disbelief from the white-haired boy, approaching the boy, he analyzed his face with a serious expression. Letting out another laugh, he walked backwards.

—Wow, he combined with you, how crazy!—Gojo looked at him again—Do you feel something strange?— the pink-haired boy shook his head, trying to perceive something out of the ordinary with his body, but nothing seemed to alert him—Can you change with Sukuna?... the curse that you just ate.

Yuuji nodded, shooting a glance from the corner of his eye at Megumi, concern on the latter's face.

—Just give me ten seconds, and don't worry...—Gojo proceeded to stretch a little, his long limbs releasing almost indescribable creaking sounds—...after all, I am the strongest.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Soren was preparing to end his study session, why the fuck do I want to know about the lord with too many wives to be able to have a near-perfect bloodline? Sick bastards. Soren thought as he walked to the bed.

But before he even touched the sheets, he felt an immediate disturbance; as if a shockwave of cursed energy had been unleashed in the air. Soren, who was just beginning to understand his own cursed energy, found himself overwhelmed by the suffocating presence that was in the air.

His chest tightened causing him to fall to his knees holding his head, he felt his head throbbing, as if something dark and ancient was trying to well up from within. The pressure he had felt before, as he tried to manifest his power, intensified, but this time it's different. The cursed energy within him was moving violently, resonating with something. It's as if something inside him recognized that immense darkness that was drowning him.

His vision darkened for an instant, Soren was panting as he let his body fall forward, his eyes closed tightly, while his arms held his head, his forehead hitting the ground.

He knew that what he was feeling wasn't just the power of his cursed technique, and maybe it wasn't the presence that was staining the air; it's something deeper, something that has always been latent in him. And now, more than ever, he feels like he's on the verge of a transformation, one that could consume him or, perhaps, finally set him free.

And with that, Soren passed out.

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[mirukosbitchywife]

dabi x reader | huggles mc'cuddles

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DABI!! ITS FINALLY HERE!!! i got a request for a dabi x reader cuddling fic and that is exactly what this is. just pure fluff. completely sfw it's literally just what the title suggests. this is also FOUR THOUSAND WORDS. this is my first proper fanfiction ever so it probably isn't the best but i worked really really hard on it so please be nice! i am not an actual writer i do this for funzies, constructive criticism is appreciated though! if this seems out of character for him just know i'm holding a gun from the abyss right behind him the whole time forcing him to be soft and have feelings. also there's a lot of himiko in this can u tell i love her... ive got a himiko request coming out soon! also tysm to my friend @ko-konutty for helping me edit this!! thank them for all of the capitalization and correct punctuation lmao

It's movie night at the league. The main TV is set up in the living room and the tables are filled with pizza boxes along with various snacks catered to everyone's individual tastes (Like the blood pouches Himiko demands). It's finally your turn to choose the night's movie. And you, naturally, pick your favorite. It results in some groaning over having to watch it again, which you so diligently ignore.

Quickly pressing the play button, you all start grabbing your food and get settled into your seats to watch. The arrangements end up with you and Dabi on a couch together, Toga and Twice squeezing themselves onto one chair- and Shigaraki, who claimed an arm chair at his own corner where he played with his switch. Not even pretending to pay attention to the movie since he's seen it at least three times already. Spinner and Magne are sat right next to him on two bean bags, which are actually facing the TV. And lastly, sat further away from the group, are Kurogiri and Mr. Compress. Chatting in low voices. You can see as Kurogiri makes Sako a drink at the bar; making an effort to not disturb anyone who is paying attention.

Really, everything should've been fine. You're surrounded by the people you dare call friends, with food and snacks along with your favorite movie playing. But you just can't help but be stuck in a bad mood.

Your entire month had pretty much been shit. Well- your entire year really. And you just. Really really needed a hug right now.

As much as you tried to pay attention to your favorite movie and try to eat your meal before it got cold, you just couldn't focus for a second. Normally, you'd be eating and chatting with everyone else. You're typically giving commentary on the movie and/or reciting lines, but this time you just couldn't drown out your thoughts.

As a matter of fact, you'd been so deep in your own head that you didn't even notice the concerned glances thrown your way from multiple members of the league over the fact that you've been quiet throughout the entire movie.

Hell, you didn't even notice the curious bright blue eyes burning holes onto the side of your head from the opposite end of the couch. Not 'til a rough voice startled you from your thoughts.

"You alright?" Dabi asked lowly.

He had leaned closer. You had never been so close to the man before- his face just a few inches from yours in order to not be heard by anyone else, giving you the illusion of privacy. You could clearly see the concern in his eyes while asking, despite the rest of his face seeming blank.

He'd never admit to concern. But in all honesty you'd all been getting quite closer these past few months together. And you knew he actually cared about everyone in the league.

Especially you.

Who so far has been the most resistant to the "Family bonding time" as Himiko liked to call it.

Despite him asking you a question- you couldn't stop yourself from admiring just how pretty he was. Especially this close up. His beautiful blue eyes, his facial piercings, the little frown he sets when he's trying to put on his blank expression.

He watches as you start to zone out in real time, but just before you can get completely lost in your thoughts again- he snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Mmmmhmm" you hum.

You're still distracted looking at the staples lining his skin, not paying much attention to his words. Surveying the room in order to continue to not make eye contact- you easily spot two heads already peering back at you. Making both Himiko and Jin freeze while they were 'sneaking' you concerned glances from their shared chair.

Ignoring them for now, and having let the silence stretch a little too long, you eventually bring your eyes back up to meet the intense blue ones of the man at your side. You watch as he huffs at your lack of an answer, flopping back on the seat he claimed as his own.

He wants to let it drop there, it's clear you don't want to talk about whatever's bothering you with him. He should just go back to watching the movie. So, that's what he does. … For a few minutes.

But he just can't stop the concern he feels over your odd behavior tonight. He's debating on whether or not to question you again- only to notice he's been unconsciously bouncing his leg. Deciding to just bite the bullet, he chooses a different approach.

Making sure he catches your eye this time- he asks again. "Seriously. You alright? You're completely out of it today."

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, he can literally see the cogs turning in your mind. It's as clear as day you want to ask him something, it's written all over your face. And in a surprising act of patience- he stays quiet. Allowing you time to fully form your thoughts.

This turned out to be the right move as you start speaking after a moment of silence.

"Could you.... could I get a hug?" you ask hesitantly.

Looking up at him from under your lashes, fidgeting with your hands, clearly nervous about his answer. But trying to appear unaffected. He can't even focus on your face though, because as soon as you asked, his eyes blew wide, his heartbeat picked up, and he was speechless. He's absolutely floored by your question as people don't tend to just ask him things like that.

At his silence you were starting to feel disheartened. Opening your mouth to quickly backtrack and apologize for asking but he interrupts that train of thought with a soft sigh before you can get the words out.

"You...want a.. hug?" He asks in a voice you've never heard from him before.

He's unable to look you in the eye to hear your answer- even if he's sure of what it's going to be since it is what you asked afterall. But It doesn't change the fact that his heart is racing just at the thought.

Lifting his eyes up to keep them from going back to your face: He spots Himiko and Jin on their shared chair. Right behind your head to his view on the couch. Both vigorously nodding their heads along to your request- encouraging him to agree.

…

As if he would deny you anything.

You may have only known each for a few months, but he's developed quite a soft spot for you over that time. This fact goes unnoticed by you, but not the rest of your friends as he's frequently teased about it by Himiko damn near daily. The teasing often leading to him storming out of whatever room he's in with a light pink blush dusting the healthy parts of his face, only to get teased by other members as soon as he's spotted fleeing Himiko.

He only meets your gaze again when he sees Himiko miming stabbing him if he refuses.

Turning back to face you- he sees your face is fully lit up by the TV. Bringing his attention to the dark circles under your eyes. He's honestly unsure of how he hadn't seen them before. Now that he's paying attention, he also sees the exhaustion in your body language. You've slumped into yourself, looking incredibly tense. He has no clue how long you've been like this without any one of them noticing.

But in their defense, you're not particularly close to anyone here. Always staying on the sidelines, always by yourself- Even when invited to hang out by the more friendly members of the league, You've made sure to keep your distance from them, your walls built up high around you. They can see it though. The way you're hurting yourself more by keeping a distance from them, refusing to get attached to anyone. They can see how you're suffering alone.

They see it so clearly, they've all been in your exact position. They WERE in your exact position right before they found the league. And they know that as much as they want to- they can't just force it. They can't force you to open up to them and be part of the family they’ve made. They have to wait for you to be open to reaching out. To want to form bonds again. And- here you are. Finally starting to break out from the hard shell you have around them, seeking comfort.

And you're asking for it from him of all people?

"Yeah.. if it's okay with you? You're just.. really warm." You explain in a soft voice, afraid of him denying you after you barely managed to find the courage to ask in the first place.

"Uhh.. Yeah. Sure. Of course." He rambles nervously, heart racing in anticipation at the idea.

He's quick to move. Settling fully on the couch in a position that'll be comfortable for the both of you. As soon as he's found it, he opens his arms in invitation- making it so that his lap is completely free for however you want to place yourself.

Despite his easy acceptance, when you easily slide yourself onto his lap- he can't help but tense up. He's reeling over being the recipient of such attention; despite him having expected it. However, he's no where near uncomfortable with the closeness.

You clearly already had an idea of how you wanted the hug to go before asking him as you wasted no time situating yourself over his lap to face him, chest to chest. Your knees bracketing his hips on the couch and wrapping your arms around his waist. You slump forward against him, hooking your chin over his shoulder, and nuzzle into his neck slightly before settling down. Completely comfortable on his lap now.

Once you're still; you feel hands that are almost too hot wrap around your back, pulling you forward the last bit so you're both pressed flush against each other. Those hands then move around your waist to form a light hold.

He's been tense the entire time. That is until you snake your hand up to the top of his head- lightly running your fingers through his soft white hair. Gently scratching his scalp with your nails. The sigh he lets out as he melts into your touch ruffles your hair, but you pay no mind to it.

What you do pay attention to is the fact that this is the first time you'd ever been this close to him. Hell, this is the closest you've been to anyone in years. And the main thing that captures your attention is his surprisingly nice scent. You can easily smell the scent of smoke and nicotine that clings onto him at all times, but even beyond that- you notice the smell of the strawberry shampoo Himiko uses. Along with the faintest scent of snow. You never would've guessed it but somehow it fits now that youre smelling it on him.

Being chest to chest with him you also note how warm he is. You've already known this but being this close? It makes it entirely different. You can just feel the heat seeping into your bones. Relaxing your muscles even further. The thought of seeking him out again after a fight to use him as a personal hot pack crosses your mind briefly and you huff a laugh into his shoulder at the thought.

He didn't even feel it, since unknown to you: Dabi's mind has been running wild since the moment you asked him for the hug. And in all honesty, he didn't really know what he had been expecting after asking if you were alright. But this situation definitely was not it.

Still, he's stuck on one thing, he just doesn't really understand why you chose him to request a hug from. Sure he was questioning if you were alright and was right there next to you, but if you just wanted a hug- Why not approach Himiko any of the times you saw her this week? Or even Jin or Spinner? Hell, maybe even Compress!

They're the more welcoming members of the league. Not him. He's not exactly what he'd call approachable. People are usually so scared by his appearance; or at the very least put off at first. He's not really a person most people would look to for a hug. Yet here you are- cuddled up on his lap.

He's not exactly a stranger to being hugged- everyone in the league is aware of Himiko's clinginess after all. But the fact that he was your first choice? Now that added a lot more impact. It's not as if you deny hugs from the other members, you've just never initiated them like you did with him.

That's never happened to him.

He's never been picked first for nearly anything, let alone comfort.

He's not even anyone's first choice of comfort in the league. It's not like he holds it against any one of them, but they all do have members they're closer to than him, and he's fine with that. He's content on his own most of the time, even if he does secretly treasure when the entire league is together the most. Even despite acting as if he didn't enjoy their company.

But, here you are. Taking a wrecking ball to everything he's used to and making him feel warmer than he has in a while. And not in a way relating to his quirk whatsoever. The revelation hits him hard as he unknowingly started to grip your shirt tightly in his fists, balling up the material, but you don't feel it. Already having fallen into a sleepy half asleep state against his shoulders- completely unaware of the way you've made his thoughts race.

You're enjoying the comfort from him as much as possible, especially since it's been over half an hour since the hug started and he still hasn't pushed you off. You're determined to stay here as long as he'll let you. You want to see if he'll let you stay on his lap long enough for you to fall asleep. You're fine sleeping right here, you just want to see if you'd finally be able to sleep for a whole night without nightmares if there's someone with you while you rest, craving just one night with a full 8 hours of sleep.

He only snaps out of his thoughts when he can physically feel Himiko glaring daggers into his head. To put it simply- If looks could kill, he'd be dead. Confused as to what he did, he looks down at you and sees you. Struggling to keep your eyes open, lightly rubbing your face against his shoulder. You had moved to rest your cheek on it instead of your chin, facing his neck, while he was zoned out. He was so out of it he hadn't noticed the soft breathing against his skin until just this second.

Having now been roused from his thoughts, he looks at the time. Taking note of the way you're quickly losing your fight with sleep- he moves for the first time since you climbed on his lap. He's intent on bringing you to your bed, as he doesn't know if he'll have the heart to wake you if you fell asleep on him, and he doesn't want to pick you up while asleep either, in order to not disturb you. He doesn't know how light of a sleeper you are and he's not willing to find out.

He also didn't want you sleeping on the couch anyway. Especially now that they finally have a hideout where everyone gets their own rooms; therefore you have your own perfectly fine bed. Which is much better than a couch. He easily slides his hands under your thighs to lift you up, making it so that you won't have to detach from him until you get to your room, and allowing you to rest against him for a little longer. You let out a quiet yelp in surprise, making a couple members look over at you two when he stands. But- other than Himiko sticking her tongue out at him when he passes her- there's no reaction from anyone else when he starts walking towards the hallway that'll lead to your room, with you, of course, still in his arms.

Your door is unlocked, as it always is because even if you're not close to the league, you trust them. That makes it much easier for Dabi to get in without needing to move you or put you down. Walking in, he can't help but notice the somewhat sparse decorations in your room.

He's not the kind of guy to snoop, but he's interested to see the parts of your personality that he'll be able to pick up from your room. He is the first person you've ever allowed inside afterall. And looking in just from the doorway- he notices a couple posters on your walls. Mainly musical artists and video games from the swift surveying glances he gives them. He also notes one poster ripped at the corner, but keeps walking until he passes your vanity, where he stops for a moment, he sees pictures scattered across the mirrors borders, some having people cut or scratched out of them. He also takes note of the little things you have there on the surface, like the necklace you made with a bead Mr. Compress gave you, along with your collection of makeup, some of which he knows you use in costume, some of which you got from Magne.

Not wanting to spend too much time looking about, making you question why he stopped. So, he continues on towards your bed where he admires the fairy lights you've set up. On your pillows he also spots the bunny plushie Himiko gave you when she found out they're your favorite animal. In all honesty- seeing you having so many gifts from the other members makes him feel a little jealous. He didn't even know you were friendly enough with some of them to receive gifts from.

He wants to give you something that you'll keep with you too, the issue is: He has no idea how to pick out gifts. Maybe one day he'll suck it up and swallow his pride for you to ask Himiko. He knows she'll help him- he just doesn't know if he could take the teasing that would come.

Dismissing that line of thought with a quick shake of his head, he approaches your bedside, bending over it slightly so that you'll fall over it when you release your hold on him.

Except-

instead of releasing and getting into bed, you surprise him for a second time that night by gripping his middle tighter and whining softly. He freezes in place as soon as you do and you start to tense up, worried that maybe you pushed too far by doing that, but before you can move, he speaks up. However, all he does is whisper quietly to you:

“Y’sure you want me to join you, Sweetheart?”

and you can swear you heard his voice break in the middle of asking that, but you don't point it out. You're too embarrassed over your request to actually verbally ask for him to stay with you until you fell asleep, so you just nod against his shoulder, hoping he'll take that as your answer and you won't have to speak up.

Thankfully for you, after that confirmation, he silently stands back up, with you still hanging onto him, and begins to shuffle into your bed, getting the both of you under your plush comforter, one arm wrapped around you the whole time he's moving. He doesn't say another word, he just lies on his back, with you now straddling his abdomen.

Still slightly embarrassed about the situation despite his easy acceptance to your request, you choose to not say anything for now. All you do is readjust yourself and get comfortable. Since he got in bed with you still on top of him, you assume it's alright if you don't get up from where you are.

Because you really don't want to end the most comfortable hug of your life so soon, that's the main reason you didn't want him to leave. But you'll also secretly admit to yourself that you asking him to stay was a bit selfish, as youve wanted to spend more time with him as well. Even if you haven't talked much to each other tonight, this entire ordeal has been a big experience for you. Tonight is the first time you've let your walls down even the slightest bit around another person in years. But what you're not anticipating is the fact that this move is also the first step to joining the makeshift family the league has formed. .

The family they've been trying to bring you into for weeks.

You're lying on top of him in a very similar position to the one y'all were in in the common area. The only real difference now is how you've fully stretched out your legs, and that your face is pressed into his neck instead of his shoulder, fully facing him now.

Once you're done moving about, his arms come back up around you to rest his warm hands against the dip of your back, which makes you release a sleepy sigh. Fully content to surrender to the darkness calling you to rest; there's something bothering you, keeping you from giving in yet. There's one more thing you need to do before you fall asleep. Moving your head up so you can make eye contact with him nstead of his neck, you mumble in a low voice:

“Thank you for this… G’night Dabi."

He doesn't give a response, he just hums and tightens his arms around you. But he doesn't need to say anything, as you're fully asleep within a minute after having said your parting. The heat of his body was making the call of sleep even more irresistible, and now that you said what you wanted to, you were able to give into it. As you fall asleep, you've started to unconsciously grip Dabi’s shirt tightly, curling the fabric around your firsts; as if subconsciously afraid he'd leave you right after you drift off. But of course he doesn't do that.

He would never do that to you.

Instead, he waits until he's sure you're deeply sleeping, listening to the soft sound of your even breathing against his skin, before his eyes find your face. Soaking up every detail he can make out in the low light of your bedroom, he lets himself appreciate your beauty. The only light in the room being from the string of fairy lights within the room; but that's enough for him right now.

In the stillness of your bedroom, with the only movement coming from you contently sleeping over him in your huddle, he finally allows his tears of blood to fall from his eyes. The ones he's been holding off ever since you let him into your room. The urge had only increased as you continued to cling to him, then shocking him by allowing him on your bed with you, to provide you the comfort you've been craving through the night. It had all become too much for him to hold back now that you're unable to see him.

The show of trust hits him hard as he lies there, crying silently as he grips you tighter, as if you're the only thing keeping him from floating away. The fact that he's the first person you've ever let into your room, and probably the first person to hold you like this in a while, if ever, makes his heart beat erratically in his chest. Your show of vulnerability to him of all people is doing something to him. He didn't even realize how cold he had grown until he was shown the lightest bit of sunshine and immediately began to thaw.

You choosing him to be vulnerable with already has him craving being vulnerable back. Already considering how he might initiate the hug next time- desperately wanting this to become a common occurrence.

And under the bed of night, as crimson tears still flowed, he whispered back to your sleeping form.

"Thank you too.. Goodnight.." as he places a kiss to the crown of your head.

For the first time in maybe his whole life, he doesn't fall asleep in pain or to the deafening noise of his thoughts screaming at him, which are filled with intrusive thoughts that sound suspiciously like his father. No. Instead, he falls asleep under you, feeling truly appreciated and wanted for the first time. The smile that spread across his face before falling victim to the lull of your gentle breathing stays on his face the entire night, never even once interrupted by the nightmares of his past he typically deals with every night.

[mangoguy]

Displacement (2/2)

John "Soap" MacTavish('09) x Reader x John "Soap" MacTavish('22)

Warnings: Mentions of character death (Ghost and Roach), no y/n used, no pronouns other than they/them used a few of times.

You can't help but find it difficult to get used to your new surroundings.

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It's finally here!!! I meant for this to be out a week after the first part, but school got busy lmao

Read the first part here

There are a few things you have noticed after being thrown in here.

One, the year is 2023.

Two, You are married to John (or Johnny as he likes being called) in this timeline.

And three, you don’t work in the military, you are no longer with Task Force 141.

That third one hit particularly hard. Your task force was a huge part of your life along with John.

You faked memory loss, thinking it was a smart move for now. You doubted they would even believe you if you started spouting that you were not from here. Even to you, that sounded crazy.

‘Because it is…’ you thought bitterly.

This universe wasn't in World War III, you weren't complaining though, that was the mission after all. You still had a hard time adjusting, especially with him around, Johnny. The man who wears your husband's face. Well, you guessed you're even… since technically you were wearing his wife's face? That's how you saw it anyway.

He was worried about you, often asking if you were okay. You could never really answer him, just stare and nod. You felt so foreign here, out of place, and you missed John so much it made you ill. You wondered what happened to him? Was he okay? Something told you he wasn’t. With where your mind was going this was going to be a long hospital stay…

It's been two months since you've woken up. Your mind convinced you it was some weird coma dream.

‘People have those, don't they?’ You thought, staring out the living room window. You felt silly mourning the loss of some older version of yourself and Johnny. It was morbid of your brain to think of how Ghost would die, or mourn the loss of two others you ‘barely knew.’ You found it funny how Price looked in your dream, older, a little unhinged. Gaz was what scared you the most in terms of dream Gaz, you didn't want to think about it.

You met them briefly, Task Force 141, Johnny's teammates, and friends. They all seemed very concerned about you, maybe even a little guilty like they caused the accident. You assured them you were fine and mentioned that the doctors said you were healing quite nicely.

“Aye, but they… have memory loss, can't remember a damn thing… the doctor said it looks severe,” Johnny spoke in a hushed whisper when you went off to fetch something.

“They can't remember anything?” Kyle spoke.

“Yeah, and I'm talkin’ like their whole life, it's like they're a new person… Can't even remember our weddin’ day, our first meetin’, or… anythin’” Johnny could feel his heartbreak just speaking it out loud. A painful reminder of what happened, he thought maybe someone was punishing him. Probably was, for the things he's done. He gave a deep sigh, as Kyle gave him a reassuring pat on the back. Price and Simon both frowned, giving the Scot a sympathetic look, that's when you decided to enter the room again.

“Bonnie yer… are ye okay? Ye've been starin’ out the window for a while…” you heard Johnny speak softly. You turned to look at him, nodding your head softly.

“Yeah sorry, just… I guess I'm reminiscing on some weird dream I had while in that coma,” you admitted.

“Hm? Dream ye say? Do ye want tae talk about it?” John sat near you on the couch and pulled you into his arms. It was comforting being in his embrace.

“Hm, not much to say other than… I guess I just dreamt of a whole other life for us? You were there, though you were a bit older… definitely more handsome in my dream,” you gave him a cheeky grin.

“Looks like I've got some competition,” he paused to chuckle softly. “But older you say? Were ye dreaming of tae future or somethin’?” Johnny asked.

“Hm, you could say that… though there are differences in dream John and you in real life.”

“Aye… and what's that?”

“Well for one he was a bit taller than you,” you snickered.

“Aye!”

“And well he didn't have an arm tattoo, like you do he had one on his neck, a revolver,” you paused to think, your mind was getting a little muddy on details.

“Oh! And your scars are different, that's all I seem to remember at the moment...” you finished. Johnny was silent for a moment, absorbing this new information. It was nice hearing you talk again, even if it was about this mysterious other version of himself.

“Damn, sounds like one handsome bastard…”

“Johnny…”

“What I'm bein’ serious,” he muses.

Something weird was going on, you couldn't place your finger on it. It all started with a pair of jeans. What scared you was that you vaguely recalled wearing them somewhere. You placed them down on the floor and stared at them.

‘Of course, I wore them somewhere they're pants…’ You thought, thinking it was silly you were worried about jeans. You shook your head, grabbing them off the floor but that's when something slipped out from the pocket. One fell with a hard thunk and the other fluttered to the ground. You pick them both up. One was a simple wedding band on it was an engraving, two sets of dates

xx-xx-‘07

xx-xx-‘09

The other item made your heart drop in your stomach. Time seemed to stop as familiar sets of eyes were on you. John Price, Ghost, John “Soap” MacTavish, you. In the corner of the photo were the words ‘OP Kingfish.’

This was it.

The evidence that your ‘coma dream’ wasn't a dream after all. How could you think it was a dream? How dare this world make you think your John was a dream, your world. You assumed it was the universe trying to make you ‘fit in,’ but that begs the question, how did your stuff get here? You shoved the ring and photo in your pocket as you heard Johnny walking over to where you were.

“Hey Bonnie, are you almost done gettin’ ready? Simon texted saying he was at the bar already,” Johnny watched you as you put the jeans back in the closet.

“Yeah I'm ready, can't keep the man waiting,” you smiled though it didn't reach your eyes.

While watching Ghost and Johnny converse you felt the ring and photo through your pocket for the tenth time. You worried they would disappear and yet they never did. You stood up from your seat, getting the attention of the two men at the table.

“Just heading to the bathroom,” you spoke, walking towards the small hallway that housed the restrooms. You entered, taking a quick breather, your emotions were everywhere tonight. It was starting to annoy you, if you were being honest all you wanted was to just relax and enjoy the evening…

Even it felt fake.

Doing your business and leaving the bathroom, you noticed Johnny had a conflicting look. But when you approached he smiled at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sat down.

“Everything okay?” You asked and he nodded, though you noticed it was stiff.

You ended up drinking, not a lot but enough to get a bit tipsy. You barely remember the car ride home, though here you are, in bed and snuggled into the blankets. You were reaching out towards Johnny’s spot but found he was not on his side of the bed. It’s cold, meaning he was gone for a while. You slowly sat up, groaning from a slight headache. You called out for him but didn’t hear an answer. You got out of bed and walked towards the living room, spotting him sitting on the couch with the table lamp on. He was staring at something, upon closer look it was the photo, your photo with your team. Your John.

You blinked once, then twice.

When did he get that?

Shit.

“What are you doing with that?” You asked, slightly on the defence.

“What am I doin’ with it? What are ye doing with this? What am I even lookin’ at?” He asked, looking over at you his expression inconceivable.

“It's… complicated Johnny, you probably wouldn't understand.”

He went quiet after that, rubbing his face in frustration, he then stared at the photo again. You needed to figure out where to go from here. You bit the inside of your cheek in thought.

“So, are ye from the future or somethin? Because that's what it looks like… we all look older in this photo… Plus why the hell are you in this photo anyway?” Johnny spoke up finally after a long silence.

“No… it's complicated…”

“Then enlighten me!” You could hear him getting frustrated.

“Fine… I'm… not from here, I don't know how to explain it! One moment I was someplace else then the next thing I know I'm here, in Scotland… In a hospital with someone who looks like my husband but isn't!” you didn't mean to sound so harsh, but all your feelings were bursting out.

“But I am yer husband, didn't you tell me ye were dreamin’ while in that coma?” Johnny tried reasoning.

“I lied, at first I thought maybe it was all a dream but how do you explain the photo and this? I know for a fact I wasn't dreaming I had a completely different life,” You pulled out the ring, showing him the engraved dates.

He stared at the ring, at the dates that were engraved then at the photo. He seemed a bit distant, thinking, processing.

“Is that why whenever I look at ye… It feels like I've lost someone… lost my Bonnie,” Johnny lamented. You were caught off guard by that. But you couldn't deny that you also felt a huge loss whenever you thought of John. The two of you stayed silent, grieving but didn't want to think about why. You refused to think your John didn't survive that explosion.

“I… guess you could say I'm from an alternate universe, god… that's even more confusing but makes the most sense” you decided to change the subject. Johnny finally looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Aye… that sounds crazy… maybe-” he didn't finish his sentence but you knew he was probably still trying to find a reasonable answer. You couldn't blame him and this is exactly the reason you didn't bring it up. You decided to take a different approach.

“That photo was taken on a joint mission with Task Force 141 and Delta force, we were going after this guy named Vladimir Makarov, Intel claimed he was in this facility in Ukraine but he wasn't and it ended up being a trap… That's when John or my Soap, I guess I should say, got injured and Price was captured,” you explained. You were starting to sweat a bit, speaking that mission out loud sounded insane. It sure did catch Johnny's attention though. A dark look crossed his face at the mention of Vladimir Makarov but it quickly faded.

“Huh…” was all Johnny managed to get out, it was a hell of a story. You could tell he needed more convincing.

“Well, one person in that photograph isn't alive… Ghost, along with another member Roach were shot by a man named Shepherd…” Your eyebrows furrowed and you frowned deeply.

“Betrayed by him and his shadow company…” you seethed. That seemed to make Johnny perk up. From the looks of it, that story of yours seemed to hit a little too close to home. He gave you a thoughtful look albeit a concerned look.

“Well, shite… that just all but confirms your theory… But the question remains why are ye here? And how come yer body in yer time stayed there?”

“I don't know… it's not like I have the answers. I was literally on a mission to assassinate Makarov but then an explosion went off behind us and I ended up in that hospital.” You explained.

“Ye know… that sounds similar to what happened to my spouse, well they didn't work in the military but there was an accident that involved both me and them, they ended up taking most of the damage which is why they put you in a coma… but you already knew that,” he mumbled that last part.

“I wonder if that's related… but that still doesn't explain why I'm here…” You crossed your arms, sitting opposite from him on the couch. You stared at your reflection on the TV for a moment, observing your new skin, you often didn't look at yourself for too long. You found it troublesome and dare you say uncanny.

This whole situation was confusing, but you found some comfort now that Johnny knew and seemed to believe you. You did grow fond of him over the couple of months you've been here. It was slow, sure, unfairly comparing him to your John but you quickly came to realize that although they might share the same name and hair- they were different. That also made you realize something else though, something unpleasant.

"Johnny… I understand if you want me to leave, I am technically wearing your spouse's face..." you suddenly spoke. Johnny turned to look at you with a bewildered look on his face, silently asking if you were for real.

“That's a way to put it…” he mumbled with a long pause before speaking again, "...But I don't want you to leave."

"...Why?" It was your turn to be bewildered now.

"Well, is it bad I still want to be with ye? I know you aren't the version of my Bonnie I married but... you're still you whether you're fighting in the big fight or here making the house a home... I loved you in both timelines,” he suddenly proclaimed, bringing a hand over to caress your cheek. There was hope that maybe this could work.

That couldn't be a bad idea.

The universe brought the two of you together for a reason.

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[chartedscars]

hello! hope you are doing well!

can I please request a writing piece involving a love at first sight trope with Mike Schmidt? :) thanks!

Oh my godddd, I was really excited to do this one because I've never done this trope before!! Sorry if it's a bit all over the place. As always, feedback is appreciated greatly! :) (Tried to make this gender neutral.)

The smell of rain filled the air as the downpour surrounded the area. The grass y/n stood on had quickly become damp as they stood there; bag over head, desperately looking around for cover of some sort.

By a stroke of luck they saw a dimly lit building. It looked abandoned to say the least. Y/n immediately started to run towards the building, their shoes squeaking against the wet grass. Once they were right outside they took a closer look at the sign. "Freddy Fazbear's", with some sort of bear wearing a top hat and bowtie.

What is this place? They thought to themself, subconsciously scanning the building for any other people. Nope, definitely empty... Empty with locked doors. Y/n sighed and started walking around the side, their clothes becoming soaked by the rainwater. Gross.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief upon seeing an unlocked door around the side of the building. They gently opened the door... (this was done on purpose, sorry ddlc fans)

The inside was dark. Very dark. Various tables and chair were scattered across the tiled floor, thy were dusty and unkept. Much like the arcade machines to the right side, untouched for what looked like years. At the very front of the room sat a stage, covered by a crimson curtain, though it was hard to see in the dark. What mattered was that it was somewhere to wait for the rain to stop.

They carefully took a step forward, looking around the room, eyes squinted. "Hello?" Seems like no-one's here. Y/n took several more steps forward, making their through the dark building; failing to notice a little pebble just waiting to ruin their day. Y/n yelps, being dragged down to the floor. "Ouch.."

They hold their knee for a minute before jolting up at the sound of a flashlight being turned on. The bright, headache inducing light pours down, illuminating them along with some of the hard-tiled floor around them.

They look up to see a man wearing a security jacket. Now I'm in trouble.

"Um.. Hello?" The man looked to be in his 20s. "Uh sorry, am I not allowed to be here…? They quickly stand up, pulling an arm above their eyes to avoid the light. “What are you doing here? This place is closed.” Just look at that short, brown, curly hair.

"Well, it was raining and I need to find somewhere to cover until it stops. Sorry, I'll go if I'm causing any trouble."

"No, no, you're good-" And gorgeous brown eyes.

He turns the flashlight towards the floor, giving them a half smile. "What's your name?" Oh, and that face... Y/n felt their heart melt at the sight, this guy is... Amazing! Wait, what did he say?

"I'm y/n! And yourself?" They smile at him. Trying to hide the blush creeping onto their face and trying not to get lost in his eyes.

He smiles in return, his brown eyes almost glowing in the darkness surrounding them both. "That's a pretty name. I'm Mike."

He pauses, his smile faltering slightly. "Hey, you look cold. Uh, here, take this." He says, unzipping his jacket and removing it, holding out to them instead. Y/n can't help it anymore, their cheeks glowing pink even in the dark. They take the jacket and zip it around themself. "Thank you, Mike... So, do you work here? I thought this place was abandoned."

“This place closed down in the 90’s.. but I'm the security guard. I just check in on this place after dark to make sure nothing bad is going on here.” That makes sense. If he's a security guard he must be strong. God, just look at him... I've never seen anyone so perfect before!

Mike must've noticed their eyes staring at him, he clears his throat. "So, I need to go check on the monitors and stuff, feel free to just sit in the dining room for a while. I'll be in the office if you need anything." He smiles back at them, now blushing a bit too. Probably from the attention he isn't used to. "Oh and one more thing,"

He pauses.

"Would you like to get coffee some time?"

AAHHHHH I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, MY MUM'S IN HOSPITAL AGAIN, JESUS. I'm sorry if it isn't very good, this is my first time writing for Mike :0

[dailyunstableeve]

Together

Hobie Brown x witch!Fem!reader

Chapter Two

Hobie Brown's Masterlist

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It's another day of your highschool, you're walking down the hallway trying to get to your locker so you can dodge your bullies. Unlucky for you, that tactic never works for you. As much as how much you wanted to use your power to get you out of here but you know you could end up hurting someone you didn't want to, especially Hobie.

"Where are you going Y/N, aren't we gonna have some fun?" That taunting tone belongs to your bullies.

"Please just leave me alone," you mumbled.

"Can't hear youuu~"

"Please just leave me alone!" You bring out the courage inside you and push your bullies away from you.

"You dare to push me?" The bullies are furious, they stomped their way to you but stopped when a tall figure stood in front of you, his back facing you.

"Did you not hear her, leave the lady alone."

Just like that, your bullies walked away, leaving the tall figure turning to you, "are you alright luv?"

Before you could answer, you woke up from the beeping in the background. That's as annoying as your daily morning alarm. You slowly got up, looking at your surroundings, it looked nothing like your room.

"You're awake Miss L/N," a hologram human appeared in front of you which frightened you a little, "my name is Jarvis, nice to meet you. Please don't be afraid of me, I mean no harm to you, please rest while you can, I shall inform everyone that you've woken up," just once Jarvis is done speaking, he disappears.

You told yourself you should flee but your body is too tired to move, even though you've been sleeping for you don't know how long. All you can do is wait for someone to walk in and hope you manage to convince them to let you go.

A few minutes passes, someone finally walks in, a redhead woman in a nurse outfit and you can immediately tell who's that, even if their current outfit is so different from what they usually wear on mission, you can see through her disguises.

"You're Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, what are you doing in a nurse outfit?" You bluntly asked.

"Huh, so you know things," she smirked, taking off the nurse cap.

"It's quite easy to tell, judging by uh, you," you nervously smiled, a force of habit to hide the fact your powers allow you to see people's aura.

"So tell me, Y/N L/N, how did you end up here?"

"Pretty sure you know why, the purple alien? Spiderman swung me all the way to the war zone and asked me to help you guys."

"Of course I know that, but I'm curious on how you got your powers" she looked at you.

"I'm a mutant, and I know in papers, my parents aren't mutant, I got it from my grams, she's a mutant," you explained, "please tell me killing that purple alien is gonna get me into trouble."

"Maybe a little," since you've seen through her disguise, Natasha has no reason to hide anymore, she sat next to you on the bed, "but you've saved the world by doing that, maybe you'll get off the hook."

"We've checked your background, it seems like you're in need of money, to support your family and may hope you can continue studying," Natasha read out the file that just appeared in thin air, it must be Jarvis, "we can help you with that."

"By how? Joining you guys to save the world?" You asked, and Natasha replied with a nod, "yeah, no, what happened with that purple alien was an accident, I don't want to use my powers."

"Too bad, you're born with it, use it well, I have people who can help you, give it a try, for five months," Natasha smiled.

"I have to think about it, can I go home?"

"Yeah, I'll prepare a ride for you."

Once you got home, your family was worried sick about you. They updated you that there was a man in black showing up at the doorstep informing them that you're at the superheroes compound resting. Your family can't go there so they can only wait at home, worried sick about you.

"I'm alright now mama," you kissed your mom's cheek.

For the next few weeks you ignore as many calls as you can that aren't from your phone contact, any unknown number will go to miss calls. It is understandable that many dreamed to be superheroes, and fought alongside their idol, to you it doesn't work that way. As much as you thank the superheroes who fought for everyone's safety, especially the innocents, joining them is not what you hope to live your life as.

A few knocks from your window caught your attention while you were struggling on your studies, without getting taught by a professional teacher is really hard for you.

"Who's there?" You slowly peek out from your window. What appears in front of you is the one superhero you admired, SpiderMan, or you should say, Hobie Brown, your high school crush, "Hobie? Oh sorry, you're wearing the mask at the moment, SpiderMan."

"Mind I come in?" He gently asked.

"You can but I think it's best we talk at the fire escape, my walls are thin," you whispered and climb out from your room to the fire escape.

"You look alright."

"Do I? 'Cause I was struggling at my studies," you nervously laughed.

This is a wild moment for you, the person who you admire as a hero and your highschool crush is just next to you.

"So, what do I owe the pleasure for SpiderMan to be on the fire escape outside my window?" You looked at him.

"Just wanted to know how are you since you were out of contact for weeks," he took off his mask, the hair of his just puffed out which it's a sight to see. Other than the hair, there's the face of your highschool crush, the guy you crushed on for four years and lost contact with right after graduation. Seeing the face still reminds you of those days how he's the light of your life during highschool, he didn't cling onto you but at least he would look after you when you needed to and say 'hi' every time passed by.

"Thanks for checking up on me," you smiled and sat down on the edge of the fire escape, Hobie joined you too, "judging by how you're a superhero, I guess you standing up at my bullies is just an action of justice."

Hobie just stayed silent.

"I'll take that as a yes since there's no replies, but thank you for everything you did," you continued.

"You're welcome."

You hope you're getting the wrong vibe but he seems more quiet today.

"I'm actually here because the groupies ask me to get you to join them and protect the world," Hobie said.

"I don't think protecting the world is what I can do, I only bring chaos, with the power I grew up with and couldn't control," you stare down at your palms, you always use your power by a wave of your hand but now you just doesn't want to use it at all.

"They can help you, they are experts, especially that baldie, Xavier," Hobie hummed.

"Thanks but no, I don't want to."

"I can be there, since you only know me," Hobie suggested, "figure you might feel safer with someone you trust or know with you."

Thinking about how Hobie just told you if you go, he'll be there for you, tempts you to say yes but you just have to stay stubborn and convince yourself to never use your power. The temptation is too high, as much as you wish to spend more time with the person you care about, Hobie.

"Five months, if I were to still unable to control my power when I use it, I'll leave."

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a/n: who could resist their crush 😭 even I can't resist Hobie ;-; I wonder what kinda of story they will ended up.

Chapter One <-

Chapter Three ->

Chapter Four ->

[themoonsbride]

hi hi, just a cute idea if you want to write it love 🥰 reader has nightmares and she can't fall asleep so peter hugs and kisses her, stroking her hair gently and tells her that there's nothing to be afraid of and that he's with her<3

hello love!!! thank you so so much for the request! this is so adorable, and I had a lot of fun writing it for you ! I hope you enjoy it :) <3

You're Safe With Me .

pairing; Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

summary; (in the request!) Reader has been having nightmares lately, and has been on edge during the working hours of her life, Peter has noticed this and ends up figuring out the issues and makes the reader spend the night with him. <3

warnings; Nightmares, loss of sleep, crying, Aftermath of nightmares, rest is all fluff <3 (please lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n; this is my first new request in awhile and I'm so happy about it!!! also, I've decided that I'll also be taking requests for Anthony from Sweeney Todd !! (another characterJamie plays for those who may not know) :) <3

--×♥︎×--

It was a quiet night through out Hawkins National Labrotoris. The lights had gone out, and everyone was sleeping, peacefully wouldn't be the correct word choice per say because nothing inside of the dreadful building was ever peacefully that any stable mind would say.

But it was at least quiet, there was that much, sure it was usually always quiet, but during the night feeling of it being so quiet was different, some would've said relieving, others would have said extremely skin crawling chilling.

Though, the gaurds and the nurses and the children had all been finally sleeping at the exhausted muscles in their bodies slowly went through the process of fully relaxing, just for them to be overworked again within the next few hours, yours were tense.

You were sleeping, yes, but, it was quiet the opposite from relaxing you, infact it seemed as though it were killing you in a way. Your limps twitched, and your head turned from side to side harshly.

And suddenly your breath decides to join in part of the sensory madness and turn itself into fast pants, and your body coated itself in a cold, thick sweat.

Thats when your brain suddenly turned off its movie of horror that made your heart nervous and your nerves a mental breakdown, your eyes snapped open like a light switch being flickered on.

You sat up quickly, blinking profusely, looking at your surroundings.

You were in your room, and it was nearly 3:25 a.m., you still had about 3 more hours of sleep left.

You took some time to get your nerves back into shape and running again, but you laid, staring at your ceiling, you went to rub your tired eyes and when doing so, they felt damp.

You sighed to yourself and began to wonder how you'd even ended up in here in the first place.

--×♥︎×--

You don't remember what time it was when you fell asleep, but your alarm did its job as it had done everyday for the last year and 5 months now.

You forced your legs to keep you on the cold tiled floor you were standing on, your vision going from a blur to black within seconds from standing too quickly.

This wasn't the first time working in this sort of hell house had given you dreadful images that played in your mind through the night.

They'd been happening to you for about 2 weeks now and it wasnt the first time you had struggled with these types of dreams either.

but they felt more torturous than the shocking collar did. Thankfully you've never came into contact with that God forsaken thing. But you knew someone who has.

His name was Peter, Peter Ballard, and he's the sweetest man you'd ever met inside of this prison, He always smiled even if you could sense he truly didn't want to at times.

And he was always caring of you, others? not so much. He didn't seem to notice any of the other workers or nurses or even most of the children, but you seemed to have caught his eye.

And it made you curious and wonder what it could've possibly been about you that made him attract to you as if you were a magnet.

--×♥︎×--

It was finally your break, your legs quickly exited you from the rainbow room, sure it was the only room with color but sometimes it was nauseating to look at.

You tried not to ponder much about it as you pushed through the double doors of the breakroom and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

The coffee was poor quality and looked mucky inside of the mugs they were meant for. It didn't even fully look like it was coffee inside of a mug, someone who lived beyond the walls of Hawkins Labrotory would've identified it as a mug full of swamp water.

Your eyes felt heavy along with your head, but you did your best to fight off your powerful tiredness and exhaustion. If Brenner had suspected anything of the sorts, you'd never be hearing the end of it.

You had even realized your eyes were resting until the sound of the double doors creaked opened again.

It was that angelic blond man who you dearly adored. His hair was curled perfectly as it were everyday, and his eyes seemed dull, though they still shined through the poor lights in bedded into the ceiling. He also seemed more awake than you were the last week.

"Didn't rest much last night?" He asked, his voice was as soft as a pillow as always. Though it took you a few seconds for your brain to actually register what he said.

"hm? oh, no I slept fine." Your voice croaked, it sounded like you just woke up and your cheeks started to flush pink from embarressment.

"Does that explain those black circles underneath your eyes?" He said, a smirk etched onto his face, you rolled your eyes at him smiling back a tiny bit.

"Whatever Blondie." He hated that name.

"Stop calling me that!" He laughed a little. You sat up a bit more and placed your hand over your heart, pretending to be hurt.

"My word, I thought you found the name to be music to your ears." Sarcasm was booming in your words.

"Your voice in general is."

You thought you'd heard him say something but, he was whispering and your mind felt hazy from how tired you were.

"Hmm?" you hummed to him, but it wouldn't have mattered if he answered you, your mind wouldn't take the time to process it anyway.

You loved being able to joke with him in such a way, it seemed as though you could be sarcastic with him and not get scolded for doing so, infact he found it to be funny.

It only took a few weeks for you and Peter to get along, and before you knew it the both of you were best friends, as a small child would call it. And you seemed to enjoy calling it that too, but it felt somewhat silly to you whenever you did.

He never seemed to have minded though, and it made you not feel as stupid for it.

It also didn't take long for the two of you to realize the love you held for eachother. And you would've never assumed that he would've became your secret boyfriend a day in your life either.

--×♥︎×--

Your shift had recently ended, and you were feeling quite anxious and your mind thought of how horrible this night were going to be.

How you didn't want to have to suffer through another night of vivid nightmares that would leave you shaking for 15 minutes straight.

As you lay on your mattress, staring at your ceiling, each time you'd attempt to close your eyes, they'd only re-open themselves.

Like your own body was refusing itself from falling asleep.

This cycle continued for what felt like hours, but in reality had only been 10 minutes. And at this rate you'd given up on the idea of sleep.

But you knew you had to get some type of sleep if you wanted to be able to wake up on time for work in the morning, so you kicked off your covers and sighed to yourself.

You sighed as you stood at your bed, closing your eyes, and then tears began to fall. You just wanted it to stop, for the nightmares to end, for you to be able to sleep without your entire body having a nervous breakdown.

You looked up at the ceiling and took a breath, quietly exiting your bedroom to go see your true love as guilty as you felt about the idea of awakening him.

Your knuckles quietly tapped against the metal door. Your sniffles surely couldve been heard from the next hall, and through the door.

Your body tensed when you heard the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly the door opened and Peter quickly pulled you inside for you to have not gotten caught, he took a few moments to examine your face before pulling you into his warm embrace.

"What happened baby?" He whispered into your hair, his voice was deep and filled with haziness.

"nothing I just uhm. I haven't been able to sleep and I w-wanted to know if it was okay if.. If I slept here? with you..?" Your voice was trembling and muffled from your face nuzzled into his chest.

His hand start rubbing your back as he comforted you, and you felt your shoulders start to loosen as you melted from his touch.

"Of course.." He mumbled before gently pulling away from you and grabbing your hands, taking you to his bed with him, You'd never seen him in anything but his working clothes, so seeing him wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts was some what of a big deal to you.

He looked really good though, but you cleared your thoughts and focused back on sleeping as he pulled your body towards his under the covers, his sheets smelled like him and his comforter was warm like him. You felt so safe around him that it felt like not even Brenner could harm you.

He continued to sooth your body and kiss your forehead, "Why weren't you able to sleep?" He asked lowly

"..I've been having nightmares." You replied, you felt so embarrassed to have to admit that to your boyfriend as an adult.

"I guess that's why I haven't slept much, they've been.. scaring me too much." You didn't really process that you were telling him this because you just wanted to sleep.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise.. Not for as long as im with you dear." He murmurs to you as all your muscles finally relax and loosen from the overwhelmingly relief of you finally drifting into sleep.

[xomakara]

Another World (WIP)

Here's a snippet from the new story I'm working on. The isekai/transmigration one that Winwin is my main lead. Let me know if you'd like to tagged when it gets released in the next few days (maybe in a week more like it)

"Your Grace, My Lady, it's nearly time to go."

You let out a deep sigh and placed your hand in your brother’s hand as he helped you unto the carriage. Your beautiful dress and the jewels around your neck all seemed almost unbearable with how heavy they were. The one thing that was light in comparison was your brother, but even his strength couldn't make you feel any less nervous about this evening. His hand squeezed yours, reassuring you. He seemed very anxious for the night ahead as well.

"Everything will be okay." Your brother whispered to you as he sat across from you, the carriage door closing behind him.

"Are you sure?" You asked back. "This is the first time that we've gone out since we came to this world, Jaehyun-oppa."

"I'm positive." He reassured you with a soft smile. "I'll do my best to protect us even if I have to make up some stupid excuse. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."

You buried your face in your hands, not caring if it would ruined your makeup. "It's been three months since we landed in this stupid web novel. I hate wearing these stupid dresses, hate having to behave myself in public, hate having to deal with all of this. I just want to go home. Back to the modern world where I can wear pants instead of skirts. I miss having to walk around the streets by myself, talking to people without having to worry about what they think of me or if I'm good enough for them."

Jaehyun sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Me too, Y/N. Me too."

"I miss kimchi, jajangmyeon, ddukbokki...I miss being able to eat my favorite dishes whenever I wanted to." You frowned at the memory of all the delicious food that you used to love so much. In the modern world, no matter where you went, there was always an abundance of street food. Food that you could eat until your stomach hurt and never get tired of. But here, you were eating a lot of western style foods that were made for the high nobility such as yourself. All of the sudden, you became incredibly homesick. "And I miss karaoke!"

Jaehyun chuckled, remembering how often you'd both go to the karaoke bars even after a full session of recording at the company studio or after an exhausting night in the practice room from dancing. Even when you had no audience and just sang along with the lyrics on screen, you loved it. It didn't seem like you would ever be able to enjoy singing again now that you were stuck in this fantasy world. But that wasn't what bothered you the most. That was all normal. What really upset you was that you would probably never get to see your friends and family again, though Jaehyun was the exception. After spending your whole life surrounded by everyone you cared about, seeing them one last time before everything changed would have been nice.

"If only we hadn't left the studio when it was storming," you muttered, frowning at your older brother. "We wouldn't have been struck to our death by lightning. If we had been inside, then none of this would have happened. I know we can't go back. None of this is fair."

Jaehyun moved to sit next to you and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly, running a hand over your hair. "The way I see it, things are pretty lucky that we ended up getting a second chance at life. All be it in a novel. And we still have each other, right? We should be thankful for that."

"Yeah." You nodded softly. "I guess so. Maybe I should be more open minded about this. Who knows, maybe one day I might even like the adventures that come along with living in this fantasy world. At least I don't need to worry about dealing with reporters or fans or being sued for slander anymore."

Jaehyun chuckled. "Now that's something I definitely don't miss."

You laughed along with him. "At least we aren't villains or the main leads in this novel. We can just live a life in luxury and peace. A life away from all the drama. Just as normal siblings."

Jaehyun nodded his head. "Sounds perfect to me."

"Although," You paused to look at your older brother. "With a face like that, all the ladies are gonna go to war to have you."

"You'll be a good little sister and fight them off, right?" Jaehyun asked teasingly.

"Of course! They'll have to go through me if they want a shot at my handsome brother!" You exclaimed, Jaehyun letting out a laugh.

"Your Grace, My Lady, we've arrived." Came the voice of the driver. You heaved a sigh, knowing that everyone was looking forward to see Grand Duke Jaehyun and his sister, Lady Y/N. Everyone was watching your every move, especially when you attended events with each other. This kind of stuff wasn't supposed to happen. You wanted to spend every moment alone, hiding away in the privacy of your bedroom, but alas, fate was cruel.

Especially to you.

Jaehyun gave you a sympathetic look before standing up and opening the carriage door for you. He offered his hand with a smile, stepping outside first. You reached out to take his hand, which he graciously accepted, and followed behind him. When you finally stepped foot onto the grounds of the ballroom, you gasped in surprise.

You knew it would be big, but seeing it firsthand was incredible. There were torches lit along the path that lead to the grand doors and lights hung everywhere, illuminating the beautiful scenery. Once you opened the doors and entered the hall, you stopped in your tracks. Standing there in front of you were dozens of girls dressed in exquisite dresses and suits. Each one a different color, cut differently, and draped elegantly upon her body.

Most stood quietly, whispering among themselves, eyes glued to you and your brother as you approached. However, some seemed to grow excited as you neared. Perhaps the anticipation of being able to meet high nobles like yourselves was enough to make their knees weak.

For minor characters in this novel, it looked like the Grand Duke of Ilichi and his sister were quite the attraction. You took a deep breath, ready for the influx of admiration and attention.

“I see that you have both left your residence tonight.”

You looked up to meet eyes with Crown Prince Qian Kun who was walking towards you. He smiled at you as you gave him a graceful curtsy. The first time you met the Crown Prince, he really resembled Kun, one of the NCT members back from your world. You felt like you were back home for a mere moment but remembered that you weren’t.

“You look like you’ve recovered, Lady Y/N.” The Crown Prince nodded his head slightly, seemingly impressed with you. “It has been many years since the palace has hosted such an event. Usually, the two of you remain at home.”

You bowed your head. “Yes. Although it’s difficult to be away from home sometimes, I do enjoy the privilege of attending parties and banquets with my brother.”

Qian Kun laughed heartily, raising a brow. “Well, I am glad that the both of you were able to attend. I’m glad you both recovered from your illness. After your accident, the kingdom was worried sick about you both.”

Your 'accident', as the Crown Prince called it, was being ambushed by bandits as you and Jaehyun were leaving the Grand Duchy to come to the capital city of Red City. Despite being skilled in the swordsmanship, that's another story for another day, it still didn't stop the blade that drove you to your death. The doctors' called it a miracle when you and Jaehyun both woke up the next day and didn't remember the ordeal at all.

After all, you and Jaehyun were inhabiting the bodies of minor characters in a fantasy novel. While they believed in miracles and godlike powers, you and your brother always had that modern world mentality that it was impossible.

But yet, here you were.

Still alive. Still breathing.

Qian Kun cleared his throat, seeming embarrassed for bringing up such painful memories. “Well, that aside, I hope the two of you enjoy yourselves.” He smiled and walked away, his admirers following behind him.

You took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh as you straightened your dress. As soon as the Crown Prince had left, swarms of women started approaching you, asking you questions about what you liked, what your favorite dish was, and if they could call upon you and Jaehyun. You answered politely, knowing that you had to put on a show, but secretly hating every minute of it. But you took a deep breath and channeled your inner idol, telling yourself that they were just like every idol fan.

You turned to look at Jaehyun but noticed that he was swept away by the other men of the royal court, each one looking like they were vying for his attention. A few patted his shoulder and joked with him while others simply stared with mouths agape, enamored by the handsome man that was your brother.

You wondered why everyone was paying attention to you and Jaehyun when you weren't even the main characters of this novel. You knew that once the female protagonist would make her appearance at the ball, everyone would clearly ignore you so you didn’t understand what the big fuss about meeting high nobility was about. Yet here you were, attracting stares like fireflies to a light bulb.

As soon as you were alone again, you groaned loudly and rubbed your temples. You couldn't wait to go home. To get into bed, get under the covers, and forget about everything else that had happened today. As you tried to find an empty corner to get away from everyone, you ran into a hard chest. You instantly looked up to see tall, lean, dark haired man with a dazzling smile on his face. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, making your heart race. Was he the male protagonist of this novel?

He wore a suit and looked completely dashing. His body was tall and well built. But he also carried a softness to him that reminded you of someone.

Wait.

Sicheng?

You shook your head and snapped out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” You hurriedly apologized, pulling away from him. “I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

“Don’t apologize. Accidents happen.” He smiled and took your hands in his, giving you a comforting squeeze before letting it go. he gave you a bow. "Greetings, Lady Y/N. I am Dong Sicheng, Marquis of Jilin."

You took a good look at the man in front of you. Lord, he really resembled Sicheng and had the same real name as him. But you knew this man wasn't the same Sicheng that you knew. You knew that this was a character from a novel, not real life. But somehow, it still made your heart ache because the thought of home hit you hard, reminding you that you really were somewhere completely different than where you were used to.

"Y/N," You turned to look at your older brother as he made his way to you. As Jaehyun reached your side, he took a few seconds too long to stare at the man named Sicheng. Jaehyun looked at you and then back at Sicheng, seeming confused.

You cleared your throat and spoke up, hoping to break the awkward silence. "Brother, meet Marquis Dong Sicheng of Jilin."

Sicheng bowed his head lightly and gave a small smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Your Grace."

Your brother raised a brow, before smiling awkwardly. "It's nice to meet you as well, Marquis. Please, forgive my manners. Forgive me for staring. It's just... You remind me of someone I know."

Sicheng tilted his head, a curious expression coming across his face. "Do I know you?"

Jaehyun shook his head. "No, no. No. You wouldn't know me. I'm merely talking to myself."

You sighed in relief and nodded your head. Now that the tension was broken, you looked over at your brother. "Jaehyun, I'm feeling tired. Would you mind if we went home? I think I'd like to lie down for awhile."

"You sure?" Jaehyun asked you worriedly.

You flashed him a reassuring smile. "I know it's been months since the accident but I'm still feeling tired from time to time. And, besides, it seems like everyone is getting along nicely without us."

"Okay," Jaehyun smiled softly, placing a kiss on your forehead. "I guess you're right. Let's go."

The three of you walked silently, lost in your own thoughts until you reached the carriages that would take you back to your estate. You stepped inside the carriage, taking your seat next to your older brother and laid your head against his shoulder. You locked eyes with Sicheng, a soft smile on his lips as he watched the carriage disappear into the night.

You closed your eyes, Jaehyun wrapping his arms around you.

"Oppa, I miss them." You whispered. "I miss all the guys so much. Today has made it clear to me that nothing will ever be the same again."

Jaehyun tightened his hold around you, squeezing you tight. "I know, Y/N. I miss them too."

[faeriedaez]

I don't know. I do feel better now. Catharsis, I guess! But it's interesting to me, it's always been interesting to me really, how when you walk away you give up any control of the narrative. Feelings will change and inform the memory once you've turned your back.

I've always struggled with the delusion that every situation could have been solved with the right combination of words at the right time. But I really can't shake the feeling. If during those late nights in your room I had told you the kinds of things he was saying to me on a daily basis, how would this story have gone? Or when I had asked you to please reach out and get involved, if I was more forthcoming about how overwhelmed and over my head I was feeling how might we have tackled this together? Or if I had admitted these regrets earlier, how much more human might I seem to you two? An obsession with hindsight, I guess. Like in most cases, it always seems a question of who fires first. Often, that's it. Once they've set the narrative it's an uphill battle to change it. Now I'm the bitch, and even when I sit here begging one of you to tell me what exactly I actually did wrong, I'm told it's clear I'm unwilling to learn from this. It's a bit ironic that I can list more of my own faults in this debacle than you can and still get told that.

It's funny you know, because I did it on purpose. I never wanted to talk about him to you all behind his back. I never wanted to be responsible for changing how you all saw him, the way I felt forced to. (Besides, he never liked me telling folks he hardly knew. Can't imagine he'd have liked me telling y'all.) At the same time, I knew he'd never extend me the same favor. Honestly, I even encouraged him not to. I desperately needed him to have SOMEONE to vent to about me that wasn't ya know... me! By time we had broken up, I was already deep in the sinking feeling of who was getting the two of you in the divorce. After all, me and you never could fix things after the move. If I understand correctly we were both waiting for the other to fix it. Which is pretty classically us, to be honest. As for me and you well, at times it felt like you could hardly tolerate being in the same room as me. I'm not so proud that I can't admit a lot of that was likely just in my head but it was how I felt. Dyke drama is a hell of a drug.

So if I saw this coming, and even sat idly by and let it happen, why then is it such a hard pill for me to swallow? Well for one knowing a train is coming doesn't make it hurt any less when it hits you, even if you could have gotten off the tracks. Secondly, I suppose I always expected you all to have SOME understanding, or at least SOME curiosity, of the other side of the story. Why I might have done what I did. That you all at least might get that I had given up, not because I didn't care about the two of you, but because he needed the two of you more than I did. That we might never be close the way we used to, but there wouldn't be bad blood after I withdrew from the group as a unit. But I know I have always assumed myself more transparent than I am. I'm told that's an autism trait.

I guess, what I really didn't expect was frustrations and emotions I had admitted to him about the greater situation, long before we had broken up, to make their way to the two of you. That much really did take me off guard. It's honestly funny. Hilarious, even. Like really Stephen, you're lucky I'm not playing, because we BOTH know that isn't a game you'd fucking win. But I grew up surrounded by people who played those sorts of games and I lost my taste for them fairly quickly. I learned pretty early on that if it works on someone, then that someone is worthless to me. If even after 8 odd years hearing I had committed the thought-crime of not having enough fun while trying to help hold the group together puts enough bitter in your stomach to write me off as some bitch well then, what would I ever want from you but closure? Closure I can get just as cleanly by making a vaugepost that likely neither of you will see but HE might.

So that's it. I won't pretend I'm not going to miss us and miss you all, but I will keep moving on regardless, hopefully wiser for whatever comes next. It helps I think, that I had mourned this possibility so long ago. Perhaps, that's another way I contributed to this outcome, a defeatist attitude is a self-fulfilling prophecy after all. But believe it or not, before that little spat at pride, I really still thought the 4 of us would all work it out in the end. That someday we'd be playing elf-games, confiding in each other again and this would all be some awkward period we could leave behind us. But that little explosion was the final nail in the coffin of me ever trusting him again, and if I could never be comfortable with him, we would never be the four of us again. That was all I meant by leaving the group chat. I tried to make it clear I wasn't writing ANY of you off by leaving, honestly not even him. The future is a long stretch and someday he and I might one day trust each other again. But whatever the future looked like, it wasn't going to be us four. But hey, who can blame you for shooting the messenger.

peace ✌️

[liar-liarpantsonfire]

Stars in the big, black ink

Summary:You're staying with Alois for the night, it's a beautiful and clear, quiet night so you decide to enjoy it.

Cw:There is none, just fluff

Alois sighed, straightening out your bed. "I don't know why Claude couldn't of done this... it's litterally his job!" he muttered causing you to look up at him.

"Hm?"

"Oh! Nothing, dear!"

"If you say so..."

Alois finished with bed sheets and looked up to you, "All done!" He chirped, walking over. "Well, I'll be in my chambers if you need me, I'm just next-door." He said gently, looking to you with a small smile as he made his way to the door. You nodded, sitting on the bed and grabbing a book, reading in quiet. An hour or so passed and you couldn't relax, nevermind sleep.

You stood up, making your way to the blonde's room and gently knocking on his door. A gentle, "Come in!" was heard from the other side and you opened the door, shutting it behind you.

"Would you like to go outside? It's a beautifully clear night." The noble's eyes lit up as you said that and he nodded, standing up.

"That sounds lovely! Why not?" He grabbed a spare blanket before heading downstairs and outside with you, a gentle grip on your hand.

You walked for a short while, through the gardens, until you reached a table and chair with rose bushes surrounding them. You and Alois sat down as he wrapped the blanket around you both. You looked up at the sky, beautiful, shining white stars were scattered in the black void. It was beautiful. The moonlight illuminated the garden, shining down on the two of you. Alois placed his hand in yours as your head rested against his shoulder.

"They're pretty aren't they?" His voice was the first thing to break the silence in a while.

"Yes, they are... I've never seen them so clearly before."

"I like coming out here sometimes; to watch the sunset and look at some stars." He paused for a moment. "Its nice. It's peaceful and quiet..." He smiled to himself. "You know?"

You gave a small nod in response, it wasn't clear what else he wanted from you if wanted anything at all. Sometimes it felt like he was more just talking because someone was there to listen rather than make conversation but sometimes that was nice. You didn't always need to say anything, just listen.

"They remind me of when I was younger but... in a nice way. It makes me think of someone special." He said softly.

After a moment, everything went quiet again. The silence was nice though, it was calm and gave you a moment to just think and stare at the beautiful sky. Usually it'd be too cold to stay out for a while but with the blanket you could stay out for hours. The two of you sat in silence for a while, Alois's arm slowly finding it's way around you. The red of the roses and green of the leaves stood out against the ink black sky and the small dots of white scattered in it. The wind began to pick up and you shivered a little, Alois looking to you and pulling you closer, almost pulling you off your chair. "Woops! Sorry!" He giggled, clearly not that sorry. You laughed softly, looking to Alois, shaking your head and leaning against him again. "No you're not."

"I am!" He was still giggling and very clearly didn't feel too bad about it.

"Mhm, sure." You laughed, shaking your head and looking back up to the night sky.

"You know how you're supposed to see certain shapes in the stars?" You nodded. "Sometimes I like to try and make shapes out of the stars if I can't find one of the special ones. It helps me relax." You smiled and nodded, even though you spent a lot of time listening to Alois he often did the same for you, he always let you talk about whatever you wanted for as long as you pleased. This was the way you two worked... it was nice.

"Do you think that humans will ever be able to see the stars?" You asked gently, Alois shook his head.

"I don't think that we'll care enough..." He looked to you. "Humans are funny that way, we seem to only care about things we understand well and we don't seem to prioritise the correct things. I don't think we ever will." You nodded slowly, sitting up and looking to the blonde.

"You have some deep thoughts..."

"I suppose so? Not really though." He giggled softly. He really was oblivious to himself.

A little while passed and Alois sighed, standing up and stretching out. "We should head inside and get some rest." You nodded and he helped you to your feet, taking the blanket and walking back inside with him slowly.

Tonight had been perfect, in it's own way.

Authors Note:This took me far too long to write but I hope you enjoyed it! I'm sorry it's so short! Let me know if you gave any requests for other fics!!

[peachy-cheeks]

Would You Go Back?

word count: 1,854 words

characters: Nanami Kento x gn!reader ; (minor: Ieiri Shoko; Itadori Yuji)

warnings: None! Just kinda mellow and maybe a lil sad-ish. Takes place around chapter 31.

a/n: Trying to mentally prep myself for the Shibuya arc and how devastating it'll be so... pulling this fic off the back burner and finally sharing after a couple of prolonged edits..

"Ugh... he's lost a decent amount of blood. I'll need a little more time for Itadori..."

Shoko raised her mask above her nose as she turned to fully focus her technique on a comatose Yuji. Stitches of his vascular system carefully regenerated within the steadily sealing puncture wounds.

"He'll likely be alright... seems to be a pretty strong kid. Just give me an hour and a half..."

She directed her words more-so to the somber, sandy blonde man next to you. Sitting in between the bit of encouragement that she could offer, a pensive silence weighed on the room.

You and Shoko had made plans to catch up for the first time since your graduation from the school. Nearly a decade ago, you had decided on another path well away from Tokyo and jujutsu society. The reunion was intended to be a sweet moment of reminiscence with your underclassman.

"Ahaha~ I really can't believe we didn't do this sooner..."

"Well you're the one who decided to go away! Besides, I've always only been a phone call away."

"Mmm..." You let Shoko's words settle. "Yeah... I'm sorry, you're right... I just figured you guys were usually busy. Especially.... uh... after everything with Geto-kun..."

"Eh...? Excuses... excuses..." Shoko sat the rocks glass down on her desk.

"Listen, I get it. You knew what you wanted and got out before we did— well, Gojo and I never really left after all-"

"The school would probably be fucked if you guys ever did decide to leave."

"Heheh... the pay is too good. But you took the leap for your own happiness. I can't be upset over you wanting something else... besides, you're not hurting anyone. I think we're all okay with you being okay... now let's go be okay at a bar. You're drinking up my stash."

Her phone rang while you were both gathering your things, alerting her to the emergency at hand. It was only natural that something urgent- better yet- life or death, would interrupt the reunion before it officially started.

The gravity of the situation had almost made you fearful to check the expression of the handsome acquaintance. Regardless of how stoic Kento appeared, you and Shoko both knew that being a spectator in this room would do nothing for his growing feeling of helplessness.

"Nanami..."

Shoko looked up towards him.

"You should have your wound checked on. It might have been stressed during the altercation."

Then turned her gaze to you. A stern request rather than a suggestion... you took the hint. A stint of medical training (traumatic curse-related response and otherwise) had over-prepared you for smaller tasks like these, though, maybe less so for the potential psychological work.

"Oh. I can take over from here..."

Before you could direct him, Kento made his way to the adjacent office, holding the door open for you to follow. He released a deep sigh as the door closed and you quickly scanned the room for the proper supplies.

"Is it alright if I take a look? I'm sure you're fine but... it looked like you both were in a pretty intense situation there."

You spoke, but you weren't sure if he was really present. Rather, how could he be? From what you understood, Nanami and the young boy laying unconscious had both nearly died at the hands of a cursed spirit less than an hour ago. The room felt even heavier and you kept your gaze to the surrounding cabinets and drawers.

"Excuse me..."

You shifted focus to Kento, free of his suit jacket and button-up. Contours of his robust frame clung to his ribbed undershirt; bare and sturdy biceps on view.

"Where should I sit?"

Ears and cheeks flushed, you quickly motioned for him to sit atop the desk. He complied and you drew a bit closer, attempting to hide your bashfulness through conversation.

"So... where and when were you injured?"

He lifted his undershirt as modestly as he could. Despite this, your face felt even hotter, noting the toned and lightly freckled skin. You promptly snapped a latex pair of gloves onto your hands.

"This was only a few days ago. The same special grade. Not quite sure how it manifested but..."

He paused as you put a hand against his exposed side. The off-white dressing seemed clean from the outside which was a good sign.

"You both encountered it again tonight...?"

The question came out as a small utterance. Quietly guessing what could have injured Kento and incapacitated the boy in the next room, you began to peel back the bandage to reveal pink, raised scarring and a barely-there trace of fluid. Some areas were still slightly raw, others stressed and inflamed from the intense battle movements. But overall, thanks to Shoko's polished technique, the frighteningly deep wound mostly resembled a mild, weeks old injury.

"Yes... the curse was able to rewrite the shape of one's soul..."

Curbing your shock, you nodded with a low, understanding hum. Yuji was unfathomably lucky. Kento even more-so for braving it twice. Dabs of cotton dampened with a cooling gel ointment met Kento's delicate skin, causing him to flinch.

"Sorry... So, this cursed spirit is able to alter the soul... and, I suppose, the body. I've never come across this technique myself, luckily. Heard about this but... it's kinda hard to imagine..."

A swipe against the ripple of his obliques. He remained quiet as your focus moved from words to the work at hand.

"What did it look like?"

Extra care and thoroughness was taken in tending to the divots of pink skin.

"... A ragdoll... patched-up. Distressingly child-like in demeanor."

A violent shiver in your spine could not be held down. You nearly apologized for your sensitivity, unsure of how Kento would feel about a near stranger shuddering at his lived experience. Instead, you opted to shake your head and wordlessly began redressing the wound.

"... Forgive me if this is presumptuous... I take it you left this society a while ago?"

Despite the abruptness, the sudden call-out felt affirming. You figured that you weren't cut out for this life a while ago. If anything, your overall calmness and familiarity with combat care, curses, and techniques were fragments of book knowledge, muscle memory, and nostalgia melding together for you to makeshift some sort of normalcy.

But none of this was normal. Burying a quarter of your classmates... only to lose another quarter after graduation... was not normal. Bearing witness to the aftermath of your juniors' psychotic breaks... was not normal. Being given the tools to heal the world with no direction on healing the self...

"Ah... yeah. I'm grateful for what I can see and do, don't get me wrong... but..."

How would you word this for someone who's doing the job you refuse to do...?

"You were tired."

A fitting (undeniable and obvious) interjection.

"Very."

"Me too."

Your heart was heavy. Though you never had overlap in school, you could imagine that some feelings... conditions... traditions... stayed constant for all students to suffer in.

"I left for a while too. Right after school."

Slight surprise appeared in your expression and your eyes caught Kento's. It may have been the first moment you weren't too flustered to really see him, allowing him to properly see you too. The palpable strength and resilience in his presence almost made it hard to believe that he would dedicate his life to something other than this.

Breaking eye contact, you gathered the final sections of bandage wrap as he lifted his shirt slightly for you giving more clearance. His eye lingered, lightly admiring the concentration on your face while you wrapped.

"Hold this for a sec..."

A more comfortable, silent air filled the space between you two as you briefly searched for bandage clips. From a distance, you resumed the conversation.

"What was your time away like?"

"...Fine... but also fairly shitty. My time was filled with just... work. A different type of burden..."

Though your back now faced him, you could imagine the look on his face mirrored yours... sinking into bittersweet recall of the past few years.

"Yeah... The burden of having to hold yourself upright..."

You missed the slight smile of understanding he offered to your response. For better or worse, neither of you had the protection of (or obligation) to a larger clan. Independence was truly yours as made clear by the similar existences crossing over. Otherworldly humans longing for an unextraordinary existence, so long as it was your own.

Returning to sit by his side, you began to pin the remaining sections of bandage with Kento's aid. You continued, attempting to break the remaining tension with more vulnerability.

"There was so much shame involved when I left... most people understood, but... it felt like my superiors would have preferred for me to just die trying than to break away from this. To serve a greater good only under their say... as if 'normal' life is any easier now. Trying to live as a non-sorcerer... it's all kind of just the other side to the same coin. It's not difficult to see why curses are born."

A bit of you felt as though you were rambling, though Kento attentively listened. The physical contact and tenderness the moment required brought a confessional atmosphere that soothed you both.

"I don't regret leaving."

"...I don't regret it either... even though I came back."

Your eyes met again.

"Why did you come back?"

He took his time to ponder the wording of his reply. In that time you could've sworn he peered at your lips before answering.

"Pain is unavoidable... We're uniquely predisposed to it because of where we are, what we see, and our ability to control the spiritual output... it's burdensome but that's what it always is. Curse or no curse, pain just... is... So... why not try where I know I can really make a difference... Different side, same coin."

"...Mm."

Why— in that short span of time— did he understand you so well?

"Are you okay?"

And why were you tearing up?

"Ah, I-I'm okay... Sorry, sorry... I just don't... It's been a while since I've talked about this so I'm like—"

Breaking your apologetic stream of consciousness, Shoko opened the door, visibly lighter in expression.

"Hey, so- oh... am I interrupting?"

Your head whipped around in surprise to view the intruder. Kento calmly lowered his undershirt and began buttoning up.

"No- You're fine! I-is everything okay?"

"Uh... yeah. Yuji is stabilized and responsive. I told him to rest for the night but he's awake..."

And finally, the deep, anxious air you all held released. Motioning to you, Shoko continued.

"I'll wrap up here in the next ten if you want to still grab a drink?"

"Mm, yeah. I'll meet you out front then."

With the door closing, you quickly stood intending to clean up. Kento grabbed your wrist with considerate haste. In the moment that you turned back towards him, his grasp loosened and hand dropped, fingers trailing the inside of your wrist and hand.

"I just wanted to say... thank you."

"Mm..."

'I didn't do anything... but you...'

"Thank you, Nanami-san."