#the only thing that would bring me peace is smashing my face open on the floor like a watermelon but obviously I can’t do that

[samuraisharkie]

I got like upset at something a little and now my entire being like every part of me seems to be doing some sort of diving challenge where it sees how low it can get as fast as possible

[wiliowisp]

The Act of Recovery ❦

Word Count ➻ 2.1k

Pairings ➻ Ominis Gaunt x gn!MC

Warnings ➻ injury, mention of childhood abuse, mention of death

Tags ➻ third person POV, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, tending to wounds, animagus!Ominis, a lil smoochin

A/N ➻ funnily enough this idea came from a dream i had where i smooched ominis. my subconcious got my back fr. it ended up being more plotty and angsty than i intended but im physically incapable of writing something without angst so here we are.

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Summary:

Ominis attends his late father's wake, finding his family abhorrent—as usual. He escapes in his animagus form, before running into poachers. Gravely wounded, he finds himself in the cottage of an old friend, and their familiarly gentle hands.

The morning was still, the chirping of various birds creating a sweet symphony beyond their window. The sky was daffodil-yellow and power-blue, the last vestiges of sunrise folding themselves behind the horizon. Beyond their kitchen window, a blue jay cried its song from their tree.

It was a quiet life. ‘The new fifth year,’ as they had been addressed for so long, managed to carve out a peaceful, safe home for themselves post-graduation. Death had found them at every corner when they were only fifteen, with that realization of its imminence, the want for simplicity became their only desire. They had been a hero, now they wanted to rest.

Of course, they could not avoid trouble forever. Sebastian had his way of bringing it to them, but never to the capacity which he did in his fifth year. He had been spared Azkaban, so he repented, spending tireless days in St. Mungos, soothing those struck by the same curses he used to wield. As in everything, he excelled as a healer and devoted his life to furthering research in that field. This did not stop him from causing trouble from time to time, reading things he shouldn’t, but he had learned to stop himself. He had grown.

At their table, they cradled the tea that was steaming away in their mug. The curls of water vapour caressed their matured face.

Ominis would be seeing his father off today. It was the wake, as he had explained in his owls, and despite loathing to see his family, he would attend to pay whatever respects he could muster within him. They fretted about him, alone in the nest of snakes.

However, the morning was still, the blue jay sang its stilted song. Everything would be okay.

Until it wasn’t.

Their front door smashed open, splinters careening across the floor as a pale shape hurtled through it. The animal dashed across the entirety of their cottage, slamming against the back wall in distress, before sliding across the floor into the kitchen, where its energy left it.

They immediately recognised the beast. Alabaster white fur, thick strong paws; an albino puma with milky, unseeing eyes.

“Ominis,” they gasped.

The puma hissed at them, baring its gleaming fangs. They then took in Ominis properly, across his white body, several gashes had torn into his fur, along his legs, face, and back. They stained his pristine coat a sickly red.

“Ominis, it's me—you’re okay,” they cooed. Ominis was still backed into their kitchen hissing and rearing as though he might strike.

They pressed forward, hands out in a soothing gesture, urging him to return to his senses. Slowly, Ominis became less hostile, clearly weak from the blood loss. His head thumped to the ground. They crouched, gently placing their fingers against his soft fur, soothing him with tentative strokes.

Ominis’ eyes closed, and a great breath left him. Gradually, his form shifted. The fur melted away to reveal pale skin. His great paws shrunk back into delicate fingers. Then, he was a man once more.

Ominis was unconscious and naked on their floor. The blue jay had gone quiet.

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Ominis returned to consciousness in stages. He first felt gentle hands and soft brushes on his skin. Then, his nose deciphered the metallic tint of blood in the air. Next, he heard a velvety voice, chanting soothing mantras. He opened his eyes and—familiarly—saw nothing.

“You’re awake,” they said.

Ominis had slept for the remainder of the day. Now, dusk fell upon them and the steady crackle of the hearth could be heard.

Ominis tried to sit up, but his spine protested, as did the gashes along his body.

“Relax, you’re safe,” they breathed, “we’re in my cottage.”

Ominis returned to the pillows, exhaling. He brought a hand to his hair and tried to pull it through the knots. He didn’t want to burden them, he hadn’t even meant to come here, he was just hurt and scared.

“Did Marvolo—?”

“No, no, he didn’t,” Ominis finally spoke. “My family are a vile bunch but they are mostly bark and no bite. These were poachers.”

Ominis heard them sigh, but could discern nothing beyond that.

“My wand—”

“Yes, I have it here,” they found Ominis’ fingers and placed his wand in them. The room immediately became clear, the contours and shapes, the body of his friend beside him. “You were conscious enough to transfigure with your wand but must have forgotten your clothes,” they commented.

“Oh Merlin.” Ominis considered curling up and dying right there. “I’m sorry.”

They chuckled. “Your modesty is quite safe with me, Ominis,” he could sense their smile, “I put a blanket over you, I didn’t see anything.”

Ominis sat up properly then, his back protesting with the effort—there was sure to be an ugly bruise there. It was clear now that they had moved him to the sofa, where he was wrapped in said blanket.

Something cold pressed into his hand.

“Drink,” they said.

So he did.

“How was it?”

Ominis knew they weren’t asking about the water. The wake. A room filled with all the Gaunts—or what was left of them—and other families like leeches, offering empty condolences.

“My father was a horrible man,” he said.

There was a heavy silence.

“Yes, I know,” they replied.

“He was a horrible man,” Ominis said again, hoping it would turn his father in his grave, “he was.”

A warm hand came to his bare shoulder, rubbed circles into it. “I know.”

Ominis was crying, he realized absently. Hot tears slid from his eyes and down his sharp jaw. They ran over the cuts in his face and reignited the wound.

“But I couldn’t bear it,” he gasped, “I couldn’t be in that room with my brothers and sister—hear them talk about him like he was good. It was all lies and we knew it.”

A sob left him.

“We were re-writing him. Making up a story. I wanted to scream at them, shake them and tell them the truth. He was an abusive, disgusting man. He hated me. He wished I wasn’t born and yet—” the words fought against his throat, “and yet it didn’t make it any easier.”

Their friend pulled him into a hug, letting his head rest against their shoulder, letting him cry into it.

“You get one consolation. That one day he will be gone and you will be done with it. I should be relieved,” Ominis gritted.

“He was still your father,” they said.

Despite it all, he was. He raised Ominis, regardless of what that looked like. He raised his brothers, his sister. He brought them into the world, was all that remained after his mother passed. Ominis owed everything he had to him, the ugly, the good. Now he was dead. And it still hurt.

Ominis clutched them back, buried his head into the crook of their neck. He let himself cry as he hadn’t in so long, until it was all drained out of him. All the while, they rubbed soothing patterns into his bare skin, around the cuts that still stung.

Eventually, he wore himself out. His face was red and puffy, no doubt completely undignified, and he felt weak and tired. They pulled away from him, wiping his wet face with a handkerchief.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” they asserted, “but I need to treat your wounds Ominis.”

Ominis had almost forgotten. His gashes just seemed to reflect his stinging, beating heart, as though they were one of the same.

His friend raised their wand.

“They’re cursed—”

“I know, I already tried every healing spell Sebastian taught me before I realized. We’ll have to do this the muggle way.”

Their wand simply summoned over a first aid kit from the shelf, and Ominis stiffened slightly.

“This will hurt, won’t it.”

“A little, but it’s better than an infection.”

They retrieved a small phenol solution from the kit, with a spray cap—to disinfect. Some bandages were also brought out.

They began their work on his back, crouched on the floor while Ominis gritted his teeth each time they sprayed a cut with disinfectant. Gentle fingers wound bandaged around his midsection, their fingertips stroking lines around his body. The process was painful and slow, but entirely tender. No wound was left unattended, each treated with merciful care.

“Now, your face,” they said.

Ominis heard them rise, dragging a chair to face opposite him. Cool fingertips graced his hot skin.

As the minutes passed, his usually restrained affection for his friend only swelled. A sticky, saccharine feeling in his chest. Like his heart had grown twice its size and was trying to escape out of the gaps in his ribcage.

He had scarcely known such benevolence. The Gaunt household had no space for it, amongst the cruelty and mania they fostered. Only once he had left, wandered the labyrinthine halls of Hogwarts, had his child body been held. Sebastian was the first, but Sebastian was fire and molten heat, warm to the touch but known to burn just as quickly.

The ‘new fifth year’ as he had so ungraciously titled them, was entirely different. They were sunshine on a spring day, the soft breeze that would steal the sweat from your skin before warming it again in the next breath. They were coral pools and clear water, stick your hand in and see the light dance on your skin. When they touched him he didn’t burn. Nor freeze like the touch of his family. He was just the same, he was Ominis, being held. That was all they ever wanted him to be.

Now, dabbing antiseptic into the cuts on his face, he felt more himself than ever. The version of him entirely unencumbered by fear, by sight, by magic.

Their warm breath kissed his cheek and their fingers held his jaw in place.

He cupped their face, running his own fingers across the planes of their cheeks, mapping the expression, committing the texture to memory.

“Ominis—”

He kissed them.

Undemanding, chaste, not a capturing of lips so much as holding them. Pressing into them like a question, will you be yourself with me? You have only ever made me feel worthy.

He pulled away slowly, face inches from theirs.

They dived back in. Yes, yes I will. They were unafraid to capture his mouth, answer earnestly. Move their lips against his. Soft, always so tender. But hungry, parched, the savouring of a good meal.

Ominis met their fervour, letting his tongue slide along their bottom lip, feeling it open greedily for him. Their hand was placed on his waist, above the wound they had lovingly tended. Ominis wrapped his into their hair, feeling their scalp, pulling them closer—please, closer.

Minutes burned, time inconsequential as they found each other in the wet heat of their tongues. They pulled away from Ominis, and latched their mouth to his neck, tasting salt on the skin. Ominis tilted his head, allowing them to create more bruises on his skin. Bruises he wanted to never heal.

Then they stopped.

“You’re injured Omi,” they breathed.

Ominis’ brows pinched.

“We must stop,” they said, “you need to rest.”

“I don’t want to rest,” Ominis protested.

“I don’t want you to either, but you must—to heal.”

Ominis heard the squeak of the floorboards, then the opening of a door. They left the room.

He began to panic. Was it too much? He had concealed his affection for them for so long that perhaps—perhaps they did not want it. Perhaps he was wrong.

They re-entered the room.

“I didn’t do this on a whim, you know,” he pleaded.

“I know.”

“Then why—"

“Today was your father’s wake. Not only that, you were gravely hurt. I know this wasn't an impulse, but regardless, you need to heal, you need to process today.”

“This wasn’t because of my father.”

A beat.

“I know,” they stated, “prove it to me. Stay the night tonight. In a week’s time, come back, and share dinner with me. Then we can try again.”

Soft clothes were pressed into his hands.

“I’ll wait for you," they whispered, "in the bedroom.”

Then they left.

Ominis sighed in relief. He ran his fingers over the nightclothes given to him, the silky fabric.

When he entered their bedroom, slipped into the sheets, and entangled their limbs. Wrapped his arm around their middle. He felt grateful to be Ominis Gaunt and no one else. Ominis Gaunt was the boy who met them, who fell in love, who has now tasted their sweet lips. He is not perfect, that he will never deny, but cocooned next to them, there is no scar he could bear that would not be lovingly tended to and kissed. There is no ugliness that would not be embraced.

He slept deeply and comfortably with this knowledge. Come daybreak, a blue jay sang its screeching song, not beautiful, not sonorous like its neighbours, but to the two inhabitants of that cottage, there was no better sound.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Good morning/evening! Crawling in looking for bg3 matchup, please and thank you! - one of each gender, and am open to poly or monogamous answer!

My Tav is ! a half-drow barbarian, more keen on exploring and checking things out than fighting but once she’s in battle it’s all or nothing, though sometimes she gets fixated on the quickest way to end things rather than the most effective. Absolutely panics when someone is downed or dead even with revive scrolls, tries not to leave them for long and always checks in with whoever it was after battles.

She tries to keep a kind, ‘morally correct’ image of herself, placing most investment in justice despite trying to keep peace. She can recognize when a situation calls for a more brash approach though, or if it’s better to cut their losses than to pursue smthn. She’s rather quick to anger though, often getting irrationally frustrated when something isn’t working out in her favor. She’ll try to keep a cool head but ultimately gets snippy or actually violent over it and is fine after a moment.

My Tav would absolutely love to draw though, if she doesn’t have any sort of drawing equipment a stick and the dirt will do just fine. She also keeps a small collection of rocks she’s found in their travels- 100% gives away ones that remind her of certain companions to them. She also really likes the stars, she can’t really tell which constellations are which- or even if there are any visible- but she just thinks they’re pretty ^^

A/N: Alright my Half-Drow Barbarian Anon, I think you’d be best matched with Wyll (Male) or Karlach (Female)!

🗡 Wyll would be a good match for your half-drow Barbarian Tav, as both of them are pretty intelligent and proficient in fighting. Both Wyll and you Tav are quick to investigate, then act. It’s actually what got Wyll into trouble all those years ago, him seeing a situation that required intervention, and acting with haste to try and save Baldur’s Gate. Both he and Tav see themselves as good people- people who try to do what’s right. 

They would also be able to bond over the discrimination they face. Wyll, now because of his horns, and Tav, because she’s part drow. 

However, opposite attracts, in that Wyll is often more composed, and not quick to become enraged. So he ends up being the one calm guy, pulling your Tav back by the collar as she’s yelling, “Let me at ‘em! Let me at em!” 

Wyll tends to mull things over a long time, and he kinda sulks a bit whereas Tav is super fast with her feelings. So when she’s angry, and he comes to understand how she’s feeling, he’ll bring her a really cool rock and be like, “Here love, I brought you a present to help you cheer up.” And Tav will be like, “Cheer up from what?” “Weren’t you raging five minutes ago?” “Well, yeah. But that was five minutes ago.” Wyll is like :00

He loves how artistic she is! He asks if she’ll teach him to draw and in exchange, he’ll teach her to dance. Also will find her rocks for her collection. Most of the ones he gives her outright are pretty boring, but that’s only because he’s secretly stashing the cool ones, planning to commission an awesome weapon with them engraved in the handle. 

At the end of a long day adventuring, Wyll loves to sit with her at the campfire and look up at the stars. He may only know a few constellations from when he was a boy, but he’ll gladly share that knowledge with her. 

He thinks she’s lovely. And is so honored to have her at his side. 

♨ Karlach would also be a good match for your Tav! The both of you are barbarians, so you totally understand the urge to solve most of your problems just by smashing them, or fighting. But Karlach is also smart=t. I mean she’s not a genius or anything, but she’s intelligent enough to be calculating in her attacks. Karlach would most likely appreciate your Tav’s knack for investigating an area before charging in, making sure everyone had all the proper details first and foremost. 

Unfortunately Karlach can also be all or nothing when it comes to her loved ones getting hurt. She totally panics and feels guilty as if she should have done something to prevent it. Your Tav will have to assure Karlach that it wasn't her fault, and encourage Karlach to not talk down to herself. 

Karlach is a firm believer in right vs wrong, even if she wasn't always able to act on it in the way she wanted to. She’s also fiery and pretty quick to anger- your Tav and her are very similar in that regard. So they might get more carried away than most lol. One of them would need to develop a little more discipline in order to hold the other one back. But that’s ok! They could both get snippy, even with each other, and it wouldn't matter too much. They’re pretty evenly matched strength wise, so they could even battle the stress out if they wanted. 

Karlach is a pretty fiery girl, but she does need a fair amount of time to cool down. She might need more time than your Tav to process things and get past them. 

Karlach loves how artistic Tav is! She thinks it’s incredible; she’s always bragging to the others in camp about Tav’s work. Karlach even asks Tav to pretty please draw them matching tattoos, because Karlach thinks that would be sick! 

Will hold rocks for her while they go collecting, and can even hold an extra one in her tail. 

Karlach doesn't know anything about stars either, but loves making up stories as she goes, she points to the biggest one she can find and names it special, after Tav. 

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I hope you enjoy!

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[honeybewrites]

Find the Word Tag 3

Thank you @willtheweaver for the tag!! Part 1 is here and part 2 here.

My words: justified, brief, waste, abode

I only got 3 out of 4 of these words :( for some reason, I have never used abode in my writing.

CW: mention of illness, muzzle and collar,

Justified: Legend of the Ancients, book???

CW: mention of illness

“Faralt, how bad can this illness get?” Emaeh asked, trying to be nonchalant. She had tried to research it in the archives, but there was a suspicious lack of Tan healing books. She suspected Faralt kept most of them elsewhere for his own usage. He did seem to be the only Tan trained in anything other than basic healing. “They’ll all be fine. The first time is always the worst. They’ve all had it before.” He gave her a small smile that she reluctantly returned. “And don’t worry about catching it. You’re not Tanamoriem.” That was exactly what she was worried about. None of them knew she was Tan. She hadn’t meant to keep it from them, not at first. Ryuk had begun healing and then Jasirar had appeared injured and Ryuk recovered and… it just kept getting pushed off until bringing it up now didn’t seem like a good idea. She’d spent the entire month after morphing in her room, using a projection so they wouldn’t suspect anything. Now she was just too far in. No matter how justified her actions were, they would be furious she hadn't told them for so long.

Brief: Echoes of War Chronicles, book???

CW: none

Rage carefully draped her arm across his neck, but before he could lift her, she was pulling away from him mumbling. “Come on sweetheart, it’s not going to be comfortable for you to sleep here. The last thing you want on top of this is stiff muscles.” “I… can… walk…” she mumbled. Rage briefly considered arguing with her, but if walking got her to bed… “Alright, but you have to let me help you. The last thing I need is you falling down and smashing your head open. Deal?” She mumbled an affirmative and held her arm out like a toddler asking to be picked up. Rage didn’t bother fighting a smile as he looped her arm around his neck again. With his other hand, he pulled her up by her waist, gently, making sure to avoid the tender areas of her abdomen. It was slow going, with 703 shuffling and Rage nearly bent halfway over to accommodate her height, but they managed to get to her bedroom without having a major incident.  Rage helped her into bed, pulling the blankets over her. “Get some sleep, Malineya.” She hummed, already too asleep to notice the use of the nickname. She was completely passed out less than a minute later. Rage softly brushed the hair out of her face. She’d been growing it out longer; it was nearly past her ears now. He sat there for a few minutes, just watching her. She was never this peaceful, this young looking; only when she was truly exhausted and properly slept did Rage ever see her like this. It was equal parts precious, endearing, and… sad.  He finally stood, quietly leaving the room and closing the door behind him. 

Waste: Echoes of War Chronicles, book???

CW: muzzle and collar

“Damn bastards,” Rage growled behind her. The collar was imbedded in the back of her neck. It would leave an open wound when it was removed. She suspected they had been using it to inject something in her system. Something to weaken her, but nothing that would impact her energy production. Her energy alone was worth a fortune they wouldn’t waste. However, technology was never one of her strong suits. Everything she knew was from Fres. Which, granted, was pretty much everything you could ever want to know. But she couldn’t remember half of it. And Fres... Fres wasn't here.  “Is it... it's imbedded in your neck? Why would they do that?" She could hear the anger in his voice, even if she couldn't see his face. A few more minutes of fiddling and he seemed to have the answer. "Were they injecting something into your bloodstream?" His face appeared in front of her and she nodded. "Bastards!" He disappeared behind her again. "Damn thing looks to be automatic and this fucking muzzle is connected to the collar. I've got to get this damn collar off first. Those damn bastards."

Again, my apologizes for not having anything with the word abode in it. A little strange, but oh well.

Tagging @leahnardo-da-veggie @the-ellia-west @ink-enchanted and anyone else who wants to hop on!!

Your words: Visit, Forest, Sun, Minute

[tylerwritesstuff]

Moving Along

Based on Moving Along by 5 Seconds of Summer

Angsty, sad, mentions of hookups, drinking, let me know if I missed something that should have a warning. 

I know I’m the stupid one.

It had been three long months since you ended your relationship with Eddie and three months of you completely regretting it. You had convinced yourself that you were better off alone so you decided to leave. You left the love of your life, and you knew you were stupid for doing it. 

Have you been eating breakfast alone like me?

Every morning you got up and went out for breakfast, the same place you and Eddie frequented throughout your time together. It had become one of your favorite things to do together after waking up in each other’s arms. Knowing that Eddie never woke up before 11 am you would wait until later in the morning just in hopes of seeing him there. 

What you didn’t know was that Eddie was also there every day. However, he knew you woke up early. Every morning he woke up early too and made his way to the restaurant hoping to see your face, You were never there. 

Is it weird that I’m drunken on my sofa?

When you got back to your apartment this morning you headed straight for the kitchen to grab the bottle of vodka and made your way to the living room. This was how you spent most of your days since the breakup. Trying to find peace at the bottom of a bottle. Of course, it was never there. It only made you miss Eddie more.

Have you been filling empty beds just like me?

 Some days you would go to the local bar and bring some stranger back home. You needed a distraction. You had to move on. 

Once you were absolutely smashed you made the decision that you would call him. Just to hear his voice. That’s all you wanted you told yourself. You walked to the phone and dialed his number. Your heart was thumping louder than it ever had as you awaited an answer. 4 rings later, Eddie answered. 

Is it wrong if I ask you to come over?

All you wanted was to hear his voice. How did you end up inviting him over? You know it’s wrong. You never would have reached out had you been sober. Ten minutes later you hear a knock at your door. He’s here. 

You stumbled your way over to the door and took a deep breath before reaching for the handle and opening the door. You had forgotten just how beautiful he really was. His long hair and those eyes, they always made you melt. 

Is it wrong if I tell you that I love ya? Even though I’d never do it when I’m sober. Is it wrong? So wrong. 

After gesturing at him to come in you both walked to the couch and sat down. A few moments of awkward silence passed before you simply couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I love you, Eddie! Okay? I can’t keep pretending I don’t. I know that its wrong for me to do this drunk but I can’t move on.” You practically yelled at him.

“I haven’t moved on either. Every day I go to our spot and every day I am disappointed that you’re not there. I’ve tried being with other people but I just can’t get over you either. You leaving destroyed me.”

“So, what does this mean?”

“It means that we can talk when you’re sober.” 

With that, Eddie walked out the door. 

[ciarkat]

Only one person knows this about me but every year since highschool I’ve applied to college, filled out my FAFSA, sent over my transcripts, and gotten my student ID and never enrolled in classes. For 7 years.

Few people know this about me but I’m 25 and I’ve had, if I had to guess, 30 jobs give or take. Longest job being 8 months. Longest period unemployed, a year. But no matter how many brick walls I smash into I keep trying to find my way over or around this impossible structure.

No one knows this about me but it took me years to learn how to cook for myself instead of eating out, clean for the sake of my mental health instead of letting my depression build up around me by material objects, to shower on a daily basis even though after I get out I still feel disgusting and uncomfortable in my own skin.

Nobody knows this about me but after my shower ritual which consists of bar soap, shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, shaving, and face wash, I brush my teeth, brush my hair, put on my face moisturizer, my leave in conditioner, my perfume, my body spray, lotion my tattoos, and my elbows, apply my blush and mascara and chapstick, put on a cute outfit with some accessories just to look in the mirror and feel disgusted by myself.

Few people know this about my but the inside of my body is a war zone of health issues. My mental health is 10/10 shit. From my throat down I have acid reflux, a fucked and failing liver, not from drinking I might add, digestive issues of which I’ll save the gruesome details of, a fucked uterus because surely the one thing I believe would bring me joy in this world, I cannot have (a child.)

I have the childhood trauma that makes people who went through shit childhoods feel like they didn’t have it so bad.

And yet I still wake up every day and give it another go. It’s not because I’m strong, no, it’s because it’s habit. The human condition to keep going. How many times have I wished to die? I even tried it once or twice. How many fucking times did I feel so mentally/physically exhausted as if I couldn’t possibly go on, as if my heart were finally going to just give out and I would be at peace.

Here I am rocking myself, just trying to keep calm and going on, with little to no one who would even know if I disappeared. The little girl who only ever wanted everyone to love her, loved by no one.

I don’t even feel bad for myself because for the past two years I became so so good at numbing myself. I lost a person who I thought was my final lifeline and that was the catalyst of a manic episode that lasted well over a year, and I’ve been slowly spiraling back to depression.

I liked that girl, the manic me. She was fun. She was adventurous, outgoing, at times reckless and impulsive. She flew so high.

Now I’m slowly feeling the chains and shackles of depression wrap around my wrists and my ankles, chaining me to my bed. I can feel the water filling my lungs and drowning me, I couldn’t scream for help if I wanted to.

But I don’t want to.

I don’t know how to do that anymore. I learned that no one cared. I use to be the girl who would trauma dump on anyone who would listen, now I can’t even express how I’m feeling. I bury it so fucking deep I forget that for a brief moment I even had the feeling.

My openness used to be something I was proud of. But life just picks away at you like vultures at a dead carcass until you’re nothing.

I am nothing. I am no one.

[4dtk]

i rmb reading a drabble b4 about calling gojo 'satoru' and that it makes him feel human and seen. idk. i loved it a lot but i'm not sure who wrote it :( this is just a little word vomit on the same concept. i love him so much :(

just a side thing i wanted to write in between requests, hope y'all don't mind <3

"satoru, come to bed, it's late," yawning, you pat the space beside you. he's doing his nightly skincare routine, patting his face gently with the retinol serum he just bought.

"ya sure you don't want to try it out?" gojo offers out the dropper, a hairband cutely pushed up to prevent his bangs from interfering.

"i don't like slimey stuff on my face." you cringe, realising your mistake too late.

"and yet you give me your face to cu-"

"shut the fuck up," you severely miss him, pillow landing on the floor beside him. he didn't even bother to activate his technique, laughing out loud at your failed attempt.

gojo never did switch it on when he was with you. not when he decided that he'd give his all to you, not even he asked you to move in with him on a desperate full of nightmares, not when you first said i love you.

gojo satoru was soft around you, a sight that many would like to see yet only disclosing it to you. the you who got him falling when you'd hang out with his students, giving as much pointers as you could on cursed energy. that was when he decided, he's sure. but again, there were countless other times where gojo recalls falling deeper and deeper in love with you. he smiles at that, capping the skin care bottle before quite literally jumping onto the bed.

"argh! satoru, what in the hell?!" his weight was crushing you, emphasised more when he leans down to plant kisses on your features. the feigned anger turns to giggling and shielding hands which he easily seizes between his fingers.

"s-stop! 'toru!" your smile is like the first few hues of dusk. it makes him feel all warm and mushy inside, something the strongest normally wouldn't have the luxury of feeling. satoru says, fuck it, because even i deserve love, even i deserve to be held. he repeats those words you said to him the first time he broke down in front of you, and he does it all the time, now.

gojo is brought back to reality when you cup his cheeks gently, not minding the 'slimey stuff' as you caress his skin. your hands accommodate his smile, cheeks filling up with how he's grinning down at you.

"you're insanely beautiful, satoru," you say it like it wouldn't boost his ego, but you can't care much when that much is true, noticing how much his hair resembles starlight and how his azure eyes catch the moonlight so perfectly.

gojo could say the same about you.

he sucks in a breath when he hears the compliment, the familiar cocky smirk and corny line lingering on his lips. he figured it's just different when the words come from you.

"say it again."

"hm? you're beautiful, really so-" your mouth parts in surprise and the other lowers himself to your side, which prompts you to lie on your lone shoulder.

"no, my love, i meant my name." gojo pulls you closer.

"oh! okay! uhm, sa-toru?" you giggle, the name falling weirdly from your lips now that you were demanded to say it. you try again, "satoru."

your lover smiles, scooting closer, "again."

"satoru." the syllables leaving your lips makes him feel dizzy and giddy. while he enjoys being told his voice sounds like silk and syrup, he finds that it fits you better, bringing his face to rest only inches from yours.

"again."

"satoru," you whisper, a shy smile overtaking your lips. soon, they're captured by gojo's, moving tenderly against yours. you're certain you see the sky painted in many different colours before your eyes close, the mere thought of gojo sending you reeling and cheeks flushing.

gojo's kisses are slow tonight, savouring every part of your mouth before he slips his tongue in, entwining with yours as he continues to make you fall harder. it works. breathlessly, you smile into to kiss to hopefully get a bit of air, feeling the reply of a grin on your lips when his irises open up to look at yours.

"love you." you murmur, ghosting along his lips before he smashes his lips against yours again, albeit clumsily that you two let out collective laughs.

people only ever call him gojo satoru, the strongest. he's never found much identity, always a pawn for the higher-ups to play with, but when sa-to-ru falls from your lips? god, he can compare it to being caught in cupid's arms. you give meaning to his name—satoru, satoru, satoru you whisper, knowing that it meant enlighten, and he's certain that's all you do whenever you're around.

you're always lighting up his life, always loving him with no restraint.

"angel?" gojo whispers in between kisses. you respond sleepily, tracing incoherent patterns along his chest. the words are caught in his throat when you fingers go over the 悟 of his name, three syllables packaged into a single character. he didn't expect you to remember, but it breathes some life back into him when you do it over his heart. he can't remember the last time he let someone trace his name so intimately.

"your first name is beautiful, satoru, just like you," you peck his lips. "now rest, you have a long day tomorrow."

"i love you too," the other replies a little late. his heart clenches up at the sight of you, caged and safe in his arms that he isn't sure what to do with his hands. "i love you. i love you. i love you so much."

with one last lingering kiss, you both succumb to slumber in peace, with gojo satoru's first name in the palm of your hand, and his last name aching to take its place in front of your own.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Albedo, the knights and the not so well treated archons

Wow , from an ask to a fucking lore, i love this thing.(yes, it was YOUR ask my dear anon, but tumblr is shit so i had to post it like this)

By the way, let's put some order in it! Albedo will do what he can, he saw you destroy all of those knights just to potect your precious baby, and in anycase, deep down, he know that imposter or not, that thing it's something horrible to do. After all, he too would have been angry to know that someone tried to take him away from his master?  You're in a terrible state, he'll do whatever he can do in order to secure you, to make you understand that he's not there to hurt you or your baby, he's there to help. Eventually, you'll open up to him. And you know that, without help, your baby will not survive. He'll tend to your woundds, he'll control the baby to make sure he's in good condition, everything he can. After some time, you're sure that with Albedo you're safe. When the knight know about what happened, of course they want an explanation from the alchemist, something that he will gave , with your permition of course! The first time Jean and Kaeya even try to approach you without your consent, they almost get caught by a landslide. Yeah, you were a big deal, especially now. Albedo will do what he can to convince you to follow him and the other two to Mondstadt, you and the baby will be fine, he'll be there, and Klee too! They'll make sure nobody hurt you! The words spread, and finally the truth about your being the Creator, the real one, fall into the hears of the archons. They had finally accepted you...too bad that you almost let the holy fire of your rage burn them when they try to approach you. You'll have a home, a little cottage not far from the Dawn Winery, Diluc were adamant about this with Albedo, his estate was secured enough for you to stay. Oh, be able to trust Diluc was...difficult, but he did what he could...and Albedo put some good words for him to you. Now, imagine being in your safe heaven. It's a lovely evening, spring is in the hair and your spirit is calm. Nothing can go bad.  You liked to sing to your baby, he couldn't understand a word but those eyes, full o life is what let you move on from your sorrow.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dh7LJDHFaqA

Everything it's in peace, untill you hear a snap. For a second, you thought may be Albedo or Diluc, coming to checking you or the baby, or maybe Razor, that sweet boy was always around the area and he loved to bring you some of his preys. It wasn't Albedo ,or Razor. Venti's eyes were full of tears, a pair of cascades on his angel face. A face that you wanted to smash. "...Y-Your...your grace...your voice....i-" "WHAT...DO YOU WANT...BARBATOS?" Suddenly, everything was silent, like waiting for a command. Your command. He has done this thing before, the only problem as to not be catch by Diluc, entering his estate, finding you, hiding and just admiring you. His heart was in pain, how could he have been so blind?! Every inch of you scream holiness and still they.. He’ll kneel in front of you, not daring to looking into your eyes, now full of pure hate. “Your grace, i just...i needed to see you...i wanted again to beg her for your forgiveness!” He can sense the danger of your aura. “....You wanted to KILL me...to kill me and my son.....you think that after all of that i’ll ever forgive you?” “No....no i...you made it always clear to all of us...i just...just wish...please....” A pair of needing eyes met an icy glare. “I wish to see him...the holy child i-” “DON’T YOU DARE EVEN THINK OF HIM EVER AGAIN.” Suddenly, pain, it is not something that he ever felt, not even in the war. That feeling it’s from the creator to the ones that dare to hurt his son. “I’ll say this one last time...if ever try again to come near me, or my baby, i won’t be so clement.., take this warning with you and do not never come, AGAIN” That’s enough for the Anemo Archon to run away from your fury. You sigh, holding your baby like your life depend on it....you’ll have to ask Diluc about a new place ti stay.

[ymsliwy]

Should we try again?-Part 4

Ran x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: mentions of depression, angst

Notes: English is not my first language, so I am really sorry for grammar mistakes

  “What do you say, do you trust me enough to try it again with me. I promise that I will talk things out with you, I promise that I will be there with you as good as I can.

So, will you try it again… with me?”

Y/n was overwhelmed, never had she thought that their story would turn out like this, never had she thought about the possibility that he had still loved her all that time and that the problem wasn’t her at all.

It changed everything. Every decision she had made, every upsetting and destroying feeling she had felt during the time he wasn’t present, all those years in pain without him, based on nothing but a scenario she had made up in her head.

Ran was right, she couldn’t have noticed, he wasn’t there, for her to notice. He didn’t talk to her, nor did he showed her himself for her to figure him out. And Y/n didn’t sense the possibility of him fighting with himself, too convinced by the thought that he doesn’t love her.

She looked him in the eyes, those lilac eyes, eyes that she tried to forget so desperately, eyes that she didn’t dare to think about, eyes that now were nothing but vulnerable full of truth and fear, fear of losing her, again.

Her answer was barely a whisper, brought into this cold world, almost swallowed by the raindrops falling from the sky.

But he heard it, in his head her word was loud and clear. All his thoughts came to a halt, his heartbeat fell back from rapidly banging against his ribcage to a soft rhythm calming his blood rush. How a simple yes could bring peace to the tension he had felt all those years without her.

How a simple yes could change the live of two people completely.

“Say it again,” he said. “Yes.” y/n said with a half-smile starting to appear on her lips. “Say it once more.” He begged. “Yes, Ran, I wanna try it again.” y/n smiled lovingly at him. Ran grabbed her face and smashed his lips against hers, desperately kissing her. Their tastebuds exploded from tasting each other again after all those years of distance. They drank each other in like lost ones would do when they spent days in the desert without even a hope for water.

They pulled away, to catch some breath, but only an inch. Their noses brushing, their rapid breath tickling each other’s lips. Both smiling happily, to finally being where they belonged from the beginning.

They locked eyes, shimmering with love, adoration, and endless happiness. “I have missed you.” he whispered. y/n smiled while she looked away, now shy because of his intense stare. “I missed you too, every day.” He kissed her again, this time the kiss was deep, passionate and slow. When he pulled away y/n was dazed, her lips chasing his. He laughed, “so desperate for me already.” “Shut up.” she laughed hitting his chest.

“Let’s go inside, or you’ll catch a cold.” He said, looking at her completely drenched form. “I don’t have my key.” “Then into my car.” Y/n opened the door to get into his car, but the door was locked. She looked at him confused and he was already starring at her. “Sorry, babes but there is no way the wet clothes are touching the inside of my bab- eh car.” Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes. He mentioned her to come to his trunk. In the trunk were many guns and weapons, also garbage bags. She didn’t want to think about why he had those. She put her coat off and gave it to him, so he could put it in a bag, then he started to undress, first his coat, then he opened his blazer and his shirt. Where y/n had a good view on his defined abs and the thin hairline following to his lower regi- “stop eye fucking me.” He interrupted her thoughts. He had his shit eating grin on his face. y/n rolled her eyes turning around so he couldn’t see her grinning to herself. “It was a joke, you can look at me its not like you haven’t seen or tasted those- ouch, why are you hitting me.” “Stop talking and undress I am freezing.”

When they were both seated in the car, Ran gave her some of his spare clothes to wear and put on the heater. The drive was quiet. Thoughts of what had happened finally settling. They still couldn’t believe what happened. A feeling of fear was settling into Y/ns mind, a fear of falling. She hadn’t seen Ran for so long, only an hour ago she had tried to forget him, and now she had kissed him and was already joking around with him, it felt unreal, she was afraid, that they would take it too fast and that they would fall apart again. At a traffic light. Y/n quietly spoke while looking out of the window. “Ran?” “Yes.” “I didn’t change my mind just so you know, I wanna try us again, I wanna be with you. But only an hour ago I was trying to get you out of my mind and now we already kissed each other, I am afraid that we are going too fast, I don’t want us to overdo things, you know I don’t wanna lose you again, and- “ “shh, he laid his hand on her leg- “I know what you mean, and don’t worry we will do it just at the pace that is comfortable for us, this time it will work out for us.”

He said that with so much trust and believe in his words that y/n calmed down, Ran had a comforting side on him a side that he didn’t show that often. Looking out the window she started noticing the familiar streets, it was the part of the town where Rindou lived. “Ran.” “Yes?” he questioned a little concerned. “Can- can you take me home, maybe. I, I think I need to be alone right now, just to adjust to everything that had happened today.” Ran hesitated, “Yeah, of course, I understand- but honestly, he didn’t want to be apart from her right now, after all this time that had passed, without her by his side, he just didn’t want to let her go again. He also was insecure that she might change her mind about him, he couldn’t bare losing her again. – but you don’t have your keys.” “ah yeah, but I know where they are.”

Then it hit her, the guy she was with, he was with Sanzu. How could that fact have slipped out of her head? Cold was running down her spine. After she had seen Ran her mind went black. “Omg, the guy that is now with Sanzu, what will happen to him.” Y/n saw Rans knuckle’s tightening around the wheel. He kept quiet.” Ran!” “Why does it matter to you anyway?” Y/n was confused by his question. “Ran just tell me what will happen to him.” “Is he your boyfriend or something?” “What- no, Ran just answer already.” “You sure, it seems like you care about him a lot.” “Yeah, I kinda do, he is alone with Sanzu, Ran please tell me what will happen to him.” “Did you sleep with him y/n, is that why you don’t have pants on, are your keys in his apartment?” “How is this important right now anyway.” Ran didn’t want to admit it but he was jealous, he also had his chicks around sometimes, he wouldn’t deny it, but y/n was different, she wouldn’t just sleep with someone unless she felt something towards this person. He was afraid that he meant something to her. Ran please tell m-“ “He is a traitor Y/n. Its better when you just forget about him and don’t ask further questions.” “That means that he will be killed, doesn’t it?” “y/n you know how things work in that business, there is no mercy, as I said its better when you don’t look to deep into the world, I work in.” “But you can’t just kill him like that, can’t you guys just put him into a kind of jail or something.” “Y/n he is a traitor, he not only brought Bonten into danger but also Kakucho, Rindou and me. Do you understand, we could all have died, Rindou even got shot, fuck.”

Y/n was crying, she was crying because of that guy, she didn’t really know him or liked him, but still she grieved for him, she also cried because she was to overwhelmed with what had happened today, she just wanted to get into her bed and stay there for a long time, before she would be able to face the world again.” Hey, don’t cry okay- Ran had put his hand on her leg to soothe her, she let him- you can’t do a thing y/n nobody can. Mikey made that decision, it’s a big rule in Bonten, Traitors get killed, you don’t know this world, and its better if you don’t. But that’s how things work, if Bonten would show mercy, it would get very dangerous for us, for me. It would mean we are weak, and that would make us easy prey, nobody would take us serious.” Y/n knew that, she knew that she couldn’t do a thing and that even he couldn’t do anything.

“Can we get my keys and can you drive me home afterwards.” y/n whispered. Ran sighed defeated, not wanting to let go of her already, “Yeah, I can do that.”

After they had gotten the keys and the rest of her clothes from the apartment that was completely cleaned up by now, left of every evidence from the scene that had occurred in the morning.

The drive was quiet, it wasn’t a comfortable stillness, it was heavy. Until Ran asked quietly. “Did you like him.” “no.” Ran was confused and relieved at the same time. “I used him, actually, he was just a distraction, to get over you. But I didn’t hate him, I just slept with him a couple of times and now he gets killed, it’s just that I kinda knew him, I spent time with him and now he will be killed. That’s just too much for me, it’s just so stupid. Today a live will be taken, someone I knew, that is just, I don’t know.” Ran didn’t ask further questions, he understood and let her feel what she had to feel.

He stopped in front of her house, both of them were quiet not saying a word. y/n opened the door and stepped into the rain letting ran alone in his car. Both felt like they should say something but they remained quiet, the whole situation was beyond confusing and weird, they hadn’t seen each other in years, then they meet again, under the most bizarre circumstances, they talk, just to learn that things weren’t as they seemed, then they kiss, and now somebody will die. And all that happened in just one day.

Ran called her name, he wanted to ask her if he will see her again, but y/n was already too far gone to hear him through the rain. But he thought about her, saying yes, to trying it again with him. he had to trust her word.

 One week went by. One week that felt like a year with how many thoughts had been rushing through y/n´s head. One week to clear her head, not that it was enough to do that, but she felt like she had processed the whole thing enough. She was done with grieving, with the pain, with being depressed and with not living her live as she should. She wanted to live again, to love again.

She remembered Ran saying that Rindou was injured. That he was shot. y/n had a deep connection to Rindou he was like a brother to her, and it had pained her to leave him too, when she had left Ran. Hearing about him being injured pained her. That’s why she was now on her way to visit him. she knew he wasn’t in the hospital like a normal person would be, she was sure he is being treated in his home. So that’s where she was now, knocking at his door.

She waited, and waited, maybe he was sleeping or- her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and she was greeted by a shocked looking Rindou. “Y/n!” y/n smiled; she really had missed him a lot. “Hey Rin.” The always bored looking face that he had was gone, he still looked her up like she was some kind of ghost. “I heard you were being shot, I just wanted to check up on you.” “Ah yeah,- he was scratching his neck in embarrassment- shouldn’t have happened to me.” y/n laughed, “Yeah you Haitani´s sometimes forget you are still human beings that can get hurt.” He smiled at her. “Do you wanna come in?” ���Sure, if I am not bothering you.” “Nah, it’s boring I am actually happy to have company.” He opened the door further, showing his whole body, his leg was in a cast and he had crutches. Rindou catch her staring at his leg. “Some fucking asshole shot right into my knee, and shattered a part of the bone, and now I can’t walk.” “oh shit, I am sorry, that is pretty awful.” “Yeah but its not that bad, I will walk normally when everything is healed, he missed the important parts.” “that’s good to hear.” He walked into his living room, y/n noticed that he hadn’t changed much in his apartment, it actually looked the same.

“How do you know about my injury?” “Ran told me.” Again, Rindou looked confused and shocked. “You guys had contact?” “Yeah, a week ago. Didn’t he tell you?” “No, but that explains a lot about his behavior the last week.” “His behavior?” “Yeah, he seemed totally out of place, like a bee stung him in the ass, he was so energetic, but a little out of his mind, you know, he seemed kind of… happy, livelier. I haven’t seen him like that for a long time now.”

y/n looked sad, she knew that feeling, not being present, just existing, getting through the day. Ran had suffered a lot more and she wasn’t there for him.

“I have really missed you.” he suddenly whispered not looking her in the eyes, she could see his cheeks lightly blushing. She had never heard him talking about his feelings before. Y/n touched his thigh. “I have missed you too, so much. I am sorry that I haven’t visited you. I am sorry that I just left.” He looked at her. “No, don’t apologize, I can understand why you left, I know my brother well, but there were times when I was young, where even I thought that he didn’t want to be around me. He can get pretty absent sometimes. Its just his way to cope with his problems. And none of us talks about the things that haunt us. That is how we grew up, that is just how we got through everything, not showing emotion, just going forward. That is all we knew. It is wrong I know that, and I think he knows that too, but its hard to change. – he paused for a moment- but he loves you, y/n, he really does, I saw him trying to get better, for you. you are his reason to get better.” “He didn’t have to try all alone, I would love him either way, broken or happy, it doesn’t matter to me. I love him, but he still thought that it wasn’t enough, that he wasn’t enough.”

The sound of keys opening the door interrupted them and you could hear shoes being messily thrown against the wall, y/n immediately recognized who entered the apartment. “Rin, I got your ugly food for you, don’t think I will ever do that again, I waited an hour for that shitty meal to get done, I hate fancy foo-“ he stopped when he saw who visited “Speaking of the devil.” Rindou said when ran entered the room.

Ran just stood there. The whole week he had argued with himself if he should visit her or if he should let her take her time, a whole week he was scarred if he would even see her ever again. but here she was sitting on his brother’s couch smiling shily at him.

Rindou got impatient at the two just staring at each other. “Ran, can I have my food already, you took too fucking long I am starving.” At those words Ran got out of his frozen state, and he huffed “What did you say you disrespectful little shit, the audacity, I stood there for an fucking hour, because you wanted special fancy food.” “Don’t be so whiny.” Rindou rolled his eyes. They went on with their sibling fight. y/n watched in awe; she had missed them so much. When they went in for a fight, Ran with the bag of food and Rindou with his crutch, Y/n interrupted them with her laughter. They stopped and just starred at her. “I really missed that.” She said smiling, while starring right at Ran.

“So, I am going to eat now, you should eat with us y/n, you are not going to regret it, this is the best food you can get.” “It better is.” Ran said. Both are starring at her expectantly. Y/n smiled. “Yeah, I would love to eat with you guys.”

And that’s how they ended up sitting together eating food and chatting about the most random stuff. It was like all those years apart had never existed; it was like everything was just a bad dream.

 The alarm went on and y/n groaned. She didn’t want to get up for work but she had to pay her rent somehow. When she had finally gained enough strength to get up, a strong arm around her waist was holding her back. Now it was Ran that groaned. “stay in bed, baby. Its too early for you to get up.” “I would, but I have a rent to pay.” She tried again to get up but his hold just got stronger. “You wouldn’t have to pay rent when you just move in with me. Its not like we haven’t lived together before, so why do you refuse anyway.” Y/n sighed. “its because we agreed on a slow pace. Its been barely two months and we are basically living like we were never apart.” He was now looking at her. “Is that a bad thing.” Y/n touched his cheek. “No Ran, its just that I am, I don’t know I am scarred of something I don’t know what, but I am scarred we will lose each other again, its just, after all those years where I felt so hollow, its kind of unbelievable how fast I got happy again, how fast everything was okay again.” he kissed her palm that was touching his cheek. “I know what you mean, but there is nothing to be afraid of, it comes so naturally that we are together again, its meant to be baby. We are meant to be. We had our down, and it was necessary, for me to change and for us to know that we have to be together. We had to be apart, just to find us in a new light again.”

y/n breathed out, a breath that she was holding for a while now. She leaned in and kissed him. “You are right.” She kissed him again. “You are right, but that quote you just dropped in your last sentence, be honest you looked that up, it sounds familiar.”

He just grinned at her and she knew she did a mistake. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them down, pressing her down into the bed. He sat down on her legs caging her body completely, hovering over her. “And what if I did, you just ruined the whole mood Y/n and now you will pay.” His free hand shot down on her belly tickling her. “No Ran, stop. Stop.” She laughed. “Only when you stay in bed with me.” “I cant I-she laughed- have to go to-she laughed because he tickled her again-work.” “Then I won’t stop.”

And he didn’t stop, until she agreed on calling sick for the day. It was his free day after all, and it was really rare for him to have one. they stayed in bed the whole day. In the evening, right after they had slept with each other. Again. he asked her if she wanted to move in with him. “You know what, I would move in with you. But you are living with Rin, and I am sure he also wants his privacy.” “Yeah, he always complains about us being too loud.” “What, are you serious, I thought the walls were too thick, kinda soundproof.” “yahh, haha- he scratched his neck- that was a lie.” “WHAT.” “sorry baby, I just couldn’t risk you holding back, it was too long that I heard you scream my na- ouch.” “This is so embarrassing Ran.” “No, its hot- ouch. Stop hitting me.” “Stop being a perv.” “And just so you know we wouldn’t live with Rin, I already bought an apartment only for us.” “WHAT, when?” “Actually I bought it,… right after you had visited Rin…Yeah so, do you wanna move in with me already.”

Y/n stayed quiet. Ran already wanted to let out a sad sigh. “I choose the interior placement this time, cant risk a full body mirror opposite to the toilet again just because you couldn’t put it anywhere else, I always had to look down while sitting on the toilet, it was so weird.” Ran looked at her with big and excited eyes. “So, it is a yes then.” “Yes, it is.” He kissed her, hundredths of kisses on her face. “Ran, stop.” Y/n laughed. Only when I can have a mirror on the ceiling of our bedroom.” “Oh my god, fine.” y/n laughed at his childish antics.

 And less than a month later she woke up to her alarm ringing, and when she opened her eyes she looked at herself and the tall man clinging to her side,

he got his mirror after all.

[reuinx]

Jealousy (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Summary: Yelena has wanted to keep your relationship a secret, especially from Natasha. A party is a perfect opportunity for you to taunt her using Wanda Maximoff.

Word Count: ​2,468

Translations:  Printsessa (Princess), Krasivaya (Beautiful)

Yelena has kept you a secret for a while now, and she prefers it that way. As she suspected Natasha was becoming suspicious of your relationship, she instructed you both to cool it. Well, if you could even call it that. With her, you never knew where you stood. Many things with Yelena weren't clear to you. There was no way of knowing how she felt about you, what she was thinking, or what she would do next. You knew, however, that you were hopelessly in love with her.

Yelena had asked you to keep your distance from her, but that did not mean you couldn't have some fun, right? If she wasn't willing to commit, then why should you? You found yourself at an outdoor party during the summer heat. It was the usual thing for people to show off their cars. The speakers in the truck of an expensive vehicle blared music. You were beckoned by Natasha, who was sitting on the bonnet of her blue BMW X3 SUV as the cars were parked in a circle. You approached her without much caution. If you become nervous, it would be more evident that something was going on between you and Yelena if you avoided her.

"Mommy and Daddy let you bring the car, huh?" You called out playfully as Natasha shot you a look of disapproval, patting the bonnet beside her. As you climbed up beside her, you stared out at the familiar faces drinking, chatting, and dancing.

"Very funny. I see you didn't bring my sister" Natasha reached for a Budweiser, biting the cap with her teeth as she twisted it open while looking straight ahead. 

"Why would I bring Yelena?" Your voice was laced with nervousness as you asked. You and Yelena have always been friends before all of that happened!

"Why wouldn’t you?" Natasha responded. During your attempts to assemble your thoughts, everything always went back to Yelena. What did she mean by that?

"A peace offering," Natasha offered as she handed you the Budweiser. Yelena wasn't going to like you drinking, she established how you were a lightweight, but there are no rules anymore; you might as well break them all. Fuck it. Without hesitation, you raised the beer bottle to your lips and took a sip of the crisp as she smiled at you, interrupting your chance to speak.

"For what?" What was she talking about?

"Fucking my sister," She said nonchalantly as you choked on your beer as you were in the middle of drinking. She gently slapped your back while leaning across to help you breathe again.

"I..I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't?"

"No."

"Huh, that's funny."

"What is?"

"The walls are paper thin. I can hear everything, and I mean everything. Especially your name being moaned-"

"I get it, I get it!"

"I'm guessing El didn't want me to know?"

"She doesn't want anyone to know."

"I've known. I see how she looks at you. She always looks at you like you're the only one in the room. It's cute but she is my little sister so I will be teasing her about it in the near future."

"That obvious?"

"Very"

"She's just keeping me as a little secret for now, I guess."

"You'll have to change that now, won't you?" As the familiar engine rumbled in the distance, Natasha teased you. When Yelena's car was brought to your attention, you and Natasha both drank simultaneously.

"Speaking of the devil," Natasha commented against her drink. As Yelena's arm hung out the window, the yellow Mustang made its grand entrance. Her car stood out like a sore thumb, attracting everyone's attention. Especially yours.

"The one and only" As you shook your head, you climbed off the bonnet slowly, feeling eyes on you already, but they weren't just Yelena's. The eyes of a stranger caught your attention - a girl with auburn hair and green eyes.

"Oh hey! The beer trick with the teeth? Don't try that. You'll probably smash your teeth considering you can barely walk and chew gum at the same time." Natasha grins widely as she calls after you.

"Noted!" Your voice filled with laughter as you acknowledged your clumsiness. As you lifted the beer to your lips, you took a sip. As you watched from the corner of your eye, Yelena had climbed out of the Mustang. Her blonde hair was perfectly straightened between her shoulder blades. Her makeup was applied perfectly. She had a red dress that looked like it belonged in a Lana Del Rey music video. It clung firmly to every curve of her body. There was no doubt in her mind that she was sexy. Dressed up for your attention and your attention only. Without hesitation, Yelena made her way to you and yearned for your gaze, but you declined her. 

That didn't sit well with her at all. To get a reaction from her, you would do anything you could to get her to want you. While you walked past her, you tipped your head back and continued to drink. While walking, she looked over her shoulder to see where you were going. To sulk beside Natasha, of course. When you approached the auburn-haired girl, she gave you a look of surprise. As she slowly tilted her head at you, she adjusted her red leather jacket.

"Maximoff.. Wanda Maximoff" She introduced herself to you, her eyes fluttering as she did so. Her smile was soft but loving, and her eyes were friendly but held a wicked streak behind them.

"I'm-"

"I know who you are, beautiful. I've been paying attention, especially to your little blonde girlfriend. The Belova girl, Yelena right?" Wanda commented as her eyes flickered towards Yelena, who was sitting beside Natasha on the bonnet, observing every move you made. You glanced over your shoulder at Yelena, who was mouthing something to Natasha: "What's she looking at?" referring to Wanda.

"That would be her."

"It seems she doesn't like me that much now?" The corner of Wanda's lips curled into a smirk; she didn't seem to mind.

"She'll get over it."

"Me and Natasha go way back. She's already given me the run down on Belova. She's just hung up on you that she realizes I'm not a threat… unless I want to be," Wanda teased you as you raised your eyebrow at her.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. Want me to put on a show for you?"

"Tempted"

"Come on then" Wanda extended her hand for you to take, and you put your hand into hers. It did not feel right when it wasn't Yelena's hand, but it was worth it to see her reaction. To be closer to the music, you followed her into the clearing. As you giggled, she spun you on the spot, holding the bottle to your lips as you finished it. They seemed to be enjoying themselves to the fullest, with Wanda in on it with Natasha. 

Playfully, you wrapped your arm around Wanda's neck as your eyes fluttered to Yelena. Uncomfortably, she had now shifted on the bonnet. While watching the scene play out before her, she tightened her lips. She began to bite the inside of her mouth impatiently. She hated the idea of anyone touching you. Anyone that wasn't her. Yelena's face showed an expression you had never seen before, she was openly jealous of what was happening in front of her eyes.

"I'll give her three seconds before she comes over….one…two…." As Wanda leaned in slowly, she whispered to you, pulling you closer to her. Her breath was close to your lips, too close. From behind, you felt arms wrap around your stomach, tugging you back from the girl with the Auburn hair. You knew who it was by her gentle touch. Yelena. Your Yelena.

"I've got it from here, Maximoff" In response, Yelena snapped at Wanda, who clapped in surrender, bursting out in laughter.

"I was only teasing, Belova. Play nice now," Wanda playfully spoke as she made her way over to Natasha. They high-fived one another as Wanda climbed up on the bonnet beside her.

"You can look but you can't touch, Maximoff." 

"Who said I was only going to look, Belova?" Playfully sticking her tongue out, Wanda added fuel to the fire. 

"I did." Yelena explained each word laced with her accent before turning her attention to you. Now you're in for it.

"Drinking and chatting up Maximoff now? Haven't I taught you any better?" Yelena's question was directed at you now.

"Seems you haven't."

"Have you forgotten who you belong to, Printsessa?"

"I don't belong to anyone."

"Is that so?"

"According to you, "I don't belong to anyone," You replied bubbly; Your eyes peered up at the green-eyed girl whose lips parted. Observing her tense face, you could tell she was not happy with what you did. Your body was equipped with enough alcohol to make you brave.

"What are you going to do about it, Yelena Belova?" As she scowled at your sudden words, taken aback by your approach, you taunted her. Yelena didn't respond; she remained silent.

"Nothing, you'll do nothing" You rolled your eyes at her, turning on the heels of your shoes as you walked away from her once again.

"I'll show you what I'm going to do about it." Yelena finally spoke, snapping out at you as she quickly caught up to you. Now she was high on adrenaline. When she grabbed your arm, she spun you around so that you faced her. Alcohol could not save you from the intimidation you felt. She leaned in quickly, shoving her lips against yours, grasping your cheek with her hand. 

As your body pressed up against hers in need, you swooned at her sudden movement. Lips moving in perfect sync. You craved her; you craved this. It caught you by surprise when Wanda and Natasha started cheering. Your face turned red as you pulled away from Yelena's lips. She whispered in your ear quietly with her lipstick now smudged.

"Lets go somewhere else. I want you to myself tonight. All mine." Her voice was alluring as you nodded at her. She grabbed your hand, tugging you over to her car. As you looked at Natasha, who gave you a thumbs up, you smiled widely. Once you reached the Mustang, Yelena put you in the passenger side, ensuring you secure your seatbelt. Before closing the door and climbing into the driver's seat, she made sure you were safe.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see" While starting the car, she spoke in a calm and collected manner. The rumbling of the engine begins to soothe you. As you both left the party, you rested your head against the window and gazed out.

"Natasha knows by the way," You muttered.

"I know. I told her before the party but she already had an idea because she could hear us through-"

"The thin walls, she said." Laughing, you finished her sentence as your face turned red with embarrassment. As the world around you began to fade into darkness, you both sat in comfortable silence.

"El?"

"Hm?"

"I forgot to tell you… well.. not that I forgot to tell you but you're beautiful."

"I'm glad you noticed."

"Of course, I noticed. I always notice."

"I was too busy looking at you, Krasivaya." She explained to you as you suddenly turned to face her, your eyes studying her face as she smiled at you. The sight of her filled your heart with joy. As you quickly glanced out the window, you frowned at the sight of where she had taken you. She took the keys out, climbed out, and opened the door as she made her way to you. Suddenly, you felt breathless and scrambled out. You were both alone, just you and her. Her parking spot was elevated so that you could see the night sky from a greater height. You joined her on the bonnet of her car, leaning back as you stared up at the stars in delight.

"Jealous of Wanda then?" You called out to Yelena, who was getting comfortable on the bonnet; she suddenly darted her eyes at you with the sudden mention.

"Me? Jealous? Please."

"So you won't mind if I go back and just happen to dance with her again then?"

"Don't." The tone of her voice was stern and direct, but you took it as a challenge.

"Why not?"

"Jealous doesn't even describe what I felt. You got lucky."

"I got lucky?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"If you continued your little act you were going to be put in the backseat of my car and I was going to show you who you belong to infront of everyone."

"Maybe that's exactly what I wanted"

"Maybe I should have made that a reality then but you would've enjoyed it too much," She explained as she broke out in a chuckle; the way she laughed made you fall in love with her all over again. She slowly climbed off the bonnet as you gulped, your eyes studying her every movement. She made her way to the front of the car, pressing her knees against the registration plate. 

She grabbed your legs, pulling you forward as she stood between them. Her green eyes were wild as they gazed at you; you leaned back ever so slightly so she could tower over you. She liked being in control, and you gave it up so quickly for her. She studied your face; what was she thinking about? You could tell she was lost in thought. Maybe this was your time to ask her? 

"Yelena?"

"Huh?" You caught her by surprise as she rapidly blinked; she carefully rested her hands on your thighs as she waited for you question. How you approached it made her nervous, you could tell. The lines on her face had become apart as she frowned at you. For once, she didn't know what you were going to say.

"Why did you keep "us" a secret?" Her entire face changed the moment you asked. As if relief had suddenly overtaken her. As she had difficulty managing her words, she shut her eyes and tried to manage her frown.

"I don't know..I guess.."

"You guess?"

"I guess I was afraid."

"Yelena Belova afraid? I doubt that."

"I'm being serious." Her voice wasn't as bubbly as usual, but it had a sincere tone to it.

“Afraid of what?"

"To fall in love with you." Her hands were adjusted off your thighs so that she could play with the rings. When she played with her rings, you knew she was nervous. She twirled her rings around her fingers.  Since making things official made them real to her, she was afraid that the end result of all this would be hurting you.

"And now?" While you traced your eyes across the beautiful blonde nearby, you questioned nervously. As you watched her slowly turn toward you, you suddenly gulped. She was nervous; it was nice that it was the other way around.

"It's too late I've already fallen." 

[beann-e]

haikyu characters reacting to you screaming back at them

sorry , I changed the characters I went with originally for this but , this is to thank everyone for 500 followers !

tsukishima

- he would only scream at you if his comments of telling you to shut up weren’t working

- then he’d just get pissed off because hey ? how else can he tell you to shut up in a nice way except

“ y/n “ you perked up as you looked at the blonde to the left of you on the bench “ look at me “

you smiled softly eyes never meeting his as he stared ahead not turning to look at you “ tsukki how can you tell me to look at you — then you don’t look at me“ your laugh rang out in the gym loud enough for him to hear and for his body to tighten reminding him why he was pissed off right now

His head turning to you smile spread across his face tightly, eyes roaming your face until he spoke voice holding a tone that rivaled the sweet look on his face “ I swear on hinata and the kings freaky quick y/n —if I hear your laugh one more time i’m going to suffocate you and pound you in the head with a volleyball “

your eyes widened as you turned away from the male “ no no no turn back around baby i’m not done yet “

you followed his words hanging on every word as he continued “ you’ve been chewing my ear off all fucking practice and i’m —look it’s pissing me off you talk talk talk and I really doubt “

he shook his head turning away from you “ if you even know what your saying at this point “ he scoffed “ cause I don’t “

The gym went quiet as everyone started to listen to the argument happening next to them him never stopping the vile words that spilled out from his mouth “ I doubt anytime you speak really if your even talking about something important or if you simply just wanna “ he shrugged his shoulders “ talk“

His mouth quirked up in smirk “ honestly would rather hear pipsquek over there talk about the little giant ten times a day than hear you speak at all “

you dropped your eyes to look at the floor him not trying to stop you only thanking god for the peace and quiet head leaning back to look up to the ceiling in thanks

tanakas voice coming out loud as his anger bounced off the wall of the gym “ you have a beautiful s/o like that and you bully them “ he scoffed mumbling under his breath in pure annoyance “ i’ll show you a bully beanstalk “

daichis hand slapped across tanakas chest like a seatbelt “ you do not need to partake in this trust me your not needed “

“ oi tanaka-san i’ve got your back bro “ nishinoyas small body stomped through the gym as he smiled wickedly at tsukishima only to be grabbed and pulled into daichis hold his small body tucked under daichis arm as he flailed around screaming out small profanities

“ there’s no need becau—- “

“ y’know if you want to hear hinata talk about how he was going to reward you tonight because, of your amazing test score then “ you smiled looking forward “ really go ahead —I don’t mind less work for me “

You giggled softly “ honestly , i’d have thought you’d rather receive your surprise from me but, I always knew you had a thing for him since you make fun of him constantly—he’s always on your mind seriously even when we were watching a movie you’ll bring up something stupid he did at practice “ tsukishimas mouth let out short breaths of air trying to find words to stop you

“hinata—I swear he’s got a boy crush on you “ you could feel the male next to you now eyeing you in disgust and holding even more anger than he had earlier

hinatas body rippled as he waved his body around excitedly thinking of your words really just happy to be included “ YOU DO” his face dropping quickly when he started thinking finally registering your words “ tsukki — TSUKII YOUR A GUY YOU HAVE A —“ he coughed regaining himself chest puffed out as he spoke clear with meaning

“well while I do appreciate the admiration i’d like to say — you have a partner and I don’t really feel very comfo— “

“ YOU DUMBASS THEIR JUST JOKING “ kageyamas voice raced through the room as he slapped hinatas head hard enough that sent him straight to the gym floor eyes rolling back in his head tears leaking out slowly

“ you may continue y/n-senpai we—we all give you“ kageyamas eyes twinkled in love before they went cold tsukishimas own eyes rolling with a small scoff “ and shittyshima our attention”

you turned to look at your boyfriend mock confusion on your face “ god tsukki you should have just told me you liked hinata better I would have let you go then “ you shook your head as he scoffed at your next words your face falling to sadness eyes searching his pure disappointment laced throughout your voice

“ and here I thought you were a big boy capable of dating someone older but I guess “ he was starting to get pissed off of course he could handle you how dare you say he couldn’t “ I guess your not capable of it “

“ I am capable “ he said softly turning to you who did exactly what he did moments ago and ignored the heartbroken look held in the eyes that drilled into your side “ i’m fully capable of listening to you y/n I swear “

you smirked never meeting his gaze “ y’know what here let’s do this “ your smile went wide as you zipped up your jacket and turned while reaching into your backpack

“ what—what are you doing “ his voice was low watching your hands gracefully open the bag and pull out a piece of strawberry cake “ wait— you—you got that for me because of my—”

“ no” you laughed “ no— of course I didn’t get this for you what would make you think of that tsukishima “

his heart dropping “ tsukishima—wha—y/n wheres tsu—“

“I got this for my boyfriend who loves to hear me talk and knows how to say things nicely “

“ but—-but that’s me so you did—you got it for me ?“

you laughed “ no this “ you pointed to the cake “ this is what that person deserved—that nice guy— but this“ your hand moved to open the container as you threw it in his face smooshing his head into it and pulling your hand back as he moved to scoop the icing from his eyes

“ this is for assholes “ you giggled “ like yourself“ you closed the container and moved your hands to set it next to him taking your finger and dipping it into the icing that covered his nose to lick it off your finger as you kissed the now ‘un-iced’ part of his nose

Head moving to whisper in his ear “ you pull some shit like that again and i’m leaving your ass you dont talk to me like that — i’m not yams do you understand me “

“ yes “ his answer was short and low but you knew he understood you as he moved to take his glasses off watching through blurry eyes as you left the gym

Daichi dropping a wide eyed nishinoya to the ground and letting go of his grip on a mouth foaming tanaka “ the reason I said you guys didn’t need to help is because — I trust that y/n knows how to handle a situation like that on their own “ he laughed “ how else would they be dating our wonderfully polite first year if they couldn’t take him “

Your head popped back in the gym as you winked over at the boy knowing he couldn’t see it. Body stopping in a halt while cleaning his glasses you were right he couldn’t see you but he could feel you were there —he could feel something evil lurking changing the air in the once breathable room silently cursing himself out in his head for talking to you the way he did earlier “ oh yeah and guys “

everyone turned to you as he muttered out a low fuck “ tsukishima — your star shit talker yeah—he wears dino undies “ you smiled brightly “ with matching socks “

You turned to hinata already knowing what he was going to ask when you left “no you can’t —he and yams already have matching pairs “ you turned to yams his face red and slowly moving away from everyone else in embarrassment “ sorry babes’—one goes down you all go down together “

the door slamming echoed throughout the gym as everyone went quiet kageyamas voice the first to come out as he tried to stifle his laughs, Coach ukai laughing softly before catching himself and screaming at tsukishima to clean himself and his bench up, the team turning away as nishinoya and tanaka defeated the rest of the boys ego in comments asking how many pairs he had while hinata asked if he ever wanted to match he and yams could go shopping for the taller male.

Yamaguchi to the boys rescue as he watched him clean off his glasses and throw them back on. Tsukishimas hand only reaching out to his side with a low sigh to eat the remaining bit of cake youd just smashed in his face “ god — so perfect “

Suna

-he would get so upset if you keep annoying him about trying. it goes with or for anything

-you would be telling him could he at least put a bit more effort into the relationship and he’d spazz

-or even you telling him the reason you had to drag him out tonight was because, there was no food at home and he would get mad assuming you just wanted to take him from the comfort of his own home

The quiet was loud and spoke for itself as you and the male before you sat across from each other in the restaurants booth. The air swirling in and out of your ear as you waited for him to say something.

Your eyebrows furrowed before you opened your mouth to speak “ bab- “

“ I didn’t want to come out tonight “

your face fell as you waited for him to continue speaking only for him to go deadly silent, uninterested gaze stuck on yours, his body relaxed and leaned down into the booth head thrown back to show off his half lidded eyes. His legs outstretched under the table god he looked so lazy.

Your mind raced thinking how was it even possible to look lazy In public

Your mouth tucked into itself before you let it go a small sigh leaving it “ suna there was no foo— “

“ I wanted to eat at home “ even though he looked relaxed you could tell his voice was tense.

You could feel your body losing itself at his behavior he was such a child when he didn’t get what he wanted and when he was forced outside. Throwing tantrums and whining any time you brung him shopping or stayed out too long and he would start to miss his houses comfort

Your weight getting pulled into the ground to a pit of anxiety. you just wanted to disappear you knew he was leading you down the trail of his attitude.

One more time that’s all it would take one more question , statement, anything spoken and he would snap.

It wasn’t often that it happened but when it did it wasn’t pretty

you heard the scoff that left his mouth as his eyes widened a bit before going back to their half lidded state causing you to shift in your chair uncomfortably

“ so you figured it out — “ he laughed softly “ so now instead of speaking your mind like usual your gonna try to stop the argument before it starts “

he smiled “ neat game “

His arms came down on the table in a huff his face showing a small smirk before it dropped “ gotcha baby —i’ll play —look who’s coming over here “

“ HI, what can I get you guys today “ the lady smiled at you as you dropped your head shaking it carefully already knowing what was going to take place

“ would you two like to start off wit-“

“ how about we start with nothin—“

“ suna “ your voice was warning

“ what “ you heard the challenge laced in his own as he spoke again“ is there something you wanted to do ? or maybe had your mind set on doing ? somewhat like myself ? “

“ maybe — maybe I should come back “ the woman moved to leave your boyfriend voice deep “ don’t move “

you snapped your face to look at him warning him to stop he was enjoying this he knew you couldn’t touch him or even come close. You wouldn’t dare not in public.

“ y’know what I do want to order “ he smirked turning to face the lady who was a bit taken back at the male her body heating up when she saw his smile you knew she had a crush

“ I just wanted to know “ here it comes “ what do you like ? is there anything you recommend “

he laughed moving to lean back against the seat “ on the menu that is— I mean I don’t think your eatable—or at least while working you aren’t so , i’ll suffice for right now “

you scoffed he’s always so cheesy “ well I uh “

“ please leave “ your voice was small “ just go please“

“ I am sorry “ she shook her head noticing your eyes holding a bit of annoyance before running off to a new table

“ who the hell gave you permission to take my fun from me”

“ suna your doing all of this because you didn’t want to leave the house “ you deadpanned “ seriously babe? “

“ don’t limit my problems like that “ he whispered looking around “ your making me look stupid “

“ because it is “

“ no it’s not “ he got louder “ the fuck if it is — your always dragging me somewhere that I don’t want to go I was fine on the couch we had food at home what more did we need ? we didn’t have to come out tonight y/n you just wanted to be extra and fancy“ his voice was raised higher than you’d ever heard it making you remember you two weren’t in the confinement of your own house

“ you just want to annoy the shit out of me yet again like you don’t do that enough. Everyday it’s constant nagging ‘ suna you’ve been in the house for 2 days , suna you never go out unless it’s volley , suna , suna , suna—god you never seem to shut the fuck up unless i’m throwing money at you like a stripper “

you laughter to yourself quietly before he huffed “ we had food at home “

your eyes darted out as you looked around you peoples bodies turning to stare at your table a bit shaken by the males screams “ look at you — wont even admit it — you just like putting on this fake face acting like staying at home is so bad “

he moved to grab his phone harshly off the table scooting out the booth “ fuck this — brought me out the house to eat this crap when I could’ve made a sandwich unnecessary money — unnecessary trip “

his body froze a shudder moving over his body as his gaze went soft at the ground. Legs jumpy but unmoving as his mind raced eyes peering down at the grip you held on his wrist

“ sit the fuck “ your eyes crisp and sharp on his own “ down“ him not even waiting for you to finish before he slid back into the booth body going slack to show the others watching the drama unfold that he didn’t care that his s/o just ripped his image to shreds with three words

“ why are you doing all this huh ? “

his voice was steady “ because I wanted to eat—eat at home I said this “ he shook his head trying to laugh away the obviously tense air that was roaming throughout the restaurant due to your cold demeanor

“ tell me suna “ his name sounded foreign on your tounge when you spit it back out at him mocking the way he said it earlier “ what were you going to eat “

“ a— a sandwich “

“ baby—with what bread ? “

his mind stalled before the gears started again except steering him backwards to think back to earlier “ I—I didn’t see any bre— no “ he spoke softly trying not to show you his obvious mistake

“ aw what was that baby speak up we can’t hear you“ you directed his gaze to everyone around as he shifted to sit up so he didn’t look like he was getting his ass handed to him like a 7 year old

“ I said um — there was “ he shook his head wanting to deny that you were right so badly “ fuck there was no bread”

“ ok and what happens to your so called planned dinner if there’s no bread “

he coughed “ no sandwich y/n “

“ awww no sandwich? “ the fake sadness on your face evident as you mocked him

“ fuck you y/n “

“ not tonight “ his body sinking when he saw the ghosts of smiles on the people’s faces that were listening in on you two

his head dropping to whisper “ I — I wasn’t even gonna try tonight maybe— maybe tomorrow so jokes on you “

you shook your head calling the waitress over as she stumbled a bit scared of your table and the negative energies it held “ ye— “

“ get me my check “

“ you — you only bought water “

you smirked thought about teasing your boyfriend yet again “ no I bought a sandwich remember “

“ wh— “

“ but no really jokes aside —can you actually bring me a “ your mouth moved fast as you asked for your favorite food and for it to be brought out and packaged in a to go box the shared table quiet between you two him never looking up until the waitress came back about 10 minutes later

Her hands stuffed full with 2 boxes and a small one containing the dessert you ordered “ thank you “ you smiled widely

Legs moving to stand as suna followed deciding to make yet again another sly comment“ so you did all this just to buy us dinner to go? real fucking classy y/—“

“ who said us ? “ you let out a small laugh as you took a glance at his face your eyebrows furrowing before they relaxed

“ suna this is for me “

“ wh—“

“ your right we are going home “

“ home but ? we— I didn’t get anything to eat “

you laughed walking off opening the door to the restaurant watching as he stayed still his body never moving from the booth you two sat at moments ago “ baby there’s nothing at home remember “

“ oh but I thought there was “ you smiled softly before your face came up in mock confusion “ your sandwich no ? “

[inhuman-obey-me]

Deadly Envy

Word Count: 1.8k Description: Perhaps directing insults directly to the Avatar of Envy's face is a mistake -- or, Leviathan reminds some demons of their place. Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Finally got back to continuing this, so here's Leviathan! Apologies for the delay, hope this is okay;; Note: Vepar is a demon associated with the sea and is one of the 72 demons that Solomon has a pact with, mentioned in the Ars Goetia. They were often depicted as a merman. Lassal is a minor demon named in the Liber de Angelis and is associated with the moon. Can also be found on AO3 here. content warning: blood, brute force violence, mild gore, use of hallucinogens

The Avatar of Envy was not one to find comfort in being alone with his thoughts, but there were times where he would wander to a certain cove by the oceanside, a place just for him where he found a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The taste of salt in the air, the gentle spray of ocean mist, the sound of the waves crashing into the surrounding rocks -- yes, this was another home for him, one he dearly missed.

Leviathan closed his eyes, basking in the light of the Devildom moon as he debated going into the water tonight. It would be nice to go for a swim, but he was also itching to get back home and watch the latest episode of the anime he had recently gotten into.

“Well, well, who do we have here?”

Leviathan’s eyes snapped open, his body tense as he recognized the voice of the demon who unceremoniously interrupted him.

“Vepar,” the name left the sea serpent’s lips in a near hiss. “What are you doing here?”

“Why, enjoying the view this fine evening. I assume you’re doing the same? What a surprise, to see you actually outside! I thought you loved the computer screen more these days.” They laughed, a ripple of malice present in what should have been a joyous sound.

Of all demons, why did it have to be Vepar that had found his sanctuary? Every time Leviathan looked at them, or thought about them, envy bubbled in his chest and filled every fiber of his being.

Vepar had been one of the angels who fell alongside the brothers in the Great Celestial War - one of the few survivors outside of his family - and had been a rather high-ranking officer in the army at the time. After becoming a demon, they managed to become a Captain in Hell’s Royal Navy, following Leviathan as his subordinate. Or, that’s how it would have appeared, if it wasn’t for the fact that Vepar had seemingly lost all respect for their superior.

Their relationship was practically non-existent these days, as the Royal Navy hadn’t been active in centuries. They were never terribly close to begin with, but a great chasm seemed to have opened up between them as the years passed and Leviathan watched Vepar be so … successful.

How was it that this demon who ranked beneath him had managed to climb up so much higher in the social sphere? In true normie fashion, they had no issue conversing with strangers and seemed to make friends wherever they went. They were smooth with their words, charming with their smile, and always knew the right thing to say.

Except when it came to Leviathan.

“What’s with that look? I was just speaking the truth, wasn’t I?” Vepar grins, their mockery obvious. They brush a long lock of hair from their face before looking over their shoulder. “Oh, Lassal, look who I found!” They call out behind them, and soon another demon appears from the dark, his wispy white hair reflecting the moonlight. He was one of the lesser demons who seemed to cling to Vepar whenever they were together.

“Ah, Lord Leviathan..!” Lassal starts a bit nervously, unsure how to act in this situation. After all, he often joined in on the endless ribbing of the Avatar of Envy. The Greater Demon was never around to hear it, so what was the harm? “It’s, uh, nice to see you.”

“I was just telling him how strange it was to see him here. After all, I don’t think there’s a video game store anywhere near this area.” Vepar continues, the deriding smile still on his face. “Such a rare sighting of the ever-elusive demon. And all alone, too … but, I suppose it’s true that you don’t have any friends.”

Leviathan glares at the long-haired demon, his hands now curled into fists as they continue their jabs. Has he really become such a joke? Of course, a worthless otaku like me doesn’t deserve any respect, he thinks, They only care about my position when they have to…

“I would offer you to join us, but… hmm, you’d honestly just kill the mood.” Vepar shrugs, turning to Lassal, and attempts to get him to join in. “Isn’t that right? I mean, we all know how pathetic he is!”

The jealous thoughts continue to invade his mind. They only care because of my brothers. I’m obviously the weakest link, huh? Even Solomon liked Vepar enough to make a pact with them … they might be even better friends than we are …

“R-right!” Lassal easily bends to the other demon’s will. “Sorry, Leviathan, but you’re not really fun to have around.”

And then they feel comfortable enough to talk like this to me, to my face?! They have all the qualities I lack, everything is so much easier for them, and I’m just a laughing stock who only deserves mockery, huh? Is that it..?

“Oh, so polite. Come now, weren’t we talking earlier of how sad of a demon he is?”

“Yeah,” All nervousness is gone from Lassal, a rather smug expression taking over his features instead. “It’s hard to believe that he’s one of the demons ruling over us...it’s funny because even he knows how depressing he is, isn’t that right?”

They really think they’re so much better than me?!

“And to think, he’s Grand Admiral -- ”

“SHUT UP!” Leviathan finally speaks, his envy burning hot and turning into rage as he lunges at Vepar, his claws digging into their throat. “You actually think you can just talk to me like that?” His eyes shift, turning more snake-like while ink spreads through his sclera. His horns grow larger, his tail longer, and his teeth look a bit too sharp when he growls at them. “May I remind you that YOU serve under ME?”

A gargled choke manages to leave the caught demon’s mouth, their eyes wide in surprise. Lassal, who let out a squeak of terror when the third-born attacked, was trying to scurry away from the scene -- only to be caught by Leviathan’s tail in a tight grip.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The sea serpent shot a deadly glare at the lower-level demon, hoisting him up into the air to dangle upside-down. Leviathan turns his attention back to the other demon, trying to stop himself from ripping their head off right then and there.

“I might not be the most sociable guy, or the most popular, or the coolest, or … whatever! But if you really think you can just talk shit to my face and get away with it, you’ve got another thing coming.” His forked tongue slips through his lips with a menacing hiss. “It seems you both need a reminder that I’m the Third Demon Lord, your superior, your Greater, your ruler.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Vepar manages to get out, their previous haughty air vanishing as dread sunk in, a heaviness sinking into their bones. “I--”

“Oh, save your fucking apologies, Vepar!” Leviathan spits at their face. “If it wasn’t for your little pact with Solomon, I would kill you this instant.” He momentarily digs his claws further into their skin. “Your little friend, on the other hand…”

Lassal whimpers, trying to shake his head furiously. “P-please Lord Leviathan! I-I only said such things b-because Vepar made me! They -- “ His words are cut off with a choke as the Avatar’s tail tightens around their neck as Leviathan brings him close to his own face.

“Wow, throwing them under the bus? I guess I can’t expect anything more from the likes of you.” Leviathan sneers, the claws of his free hand going to drag down along Lassal’s face, venom leaving their tips and entering his bloodstream. With a flick of his tail he slams Lassal into the ground head-first, the jagged rock they were upon cracking slightly from the force. “If you thought I was going to go cry in my room because of your taunting, you were sadly mistaken.”

Lassal’s skull was fractured, blood dripping from the head wound caused by impact. If he was trying to say anything more, it came out in incoherent words and sounds, which soon turned into struggling screams. The venom that now coursed through his veins had a hallucinogenic quality that made the victim feel as if they were drowning, and it seemed to be working rather well. Leviathan thrashed him about again, making sure to smash his skull against the rock over and over and over and over and --

“Leviathan, stop! He’s dead!” Vepar screams, managing to get some more words out as the grip on their throat had slightly loosened while the Avatar was preoccupied with the other demon. Leviathan makes sure to deliver one more whack for good measure before dropping Lassal to the ground, his head smashed to bits and nothing more than a messy pile of bone, blood, and flesh.

“So he is.” His voice is cold, distant. His orange-purple eyes are glowing as he turns his attention back to the still living demon. “Now, as for you, Vepar… what was it that you wanted to say earlier? Something about how you couldn’t believe I could still be called the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy?”

“I-I didn’t say that, I just … look, I’m sorry, okay? You just a-appeared to have become so weak, you -- “

“...became an easy target?” Leviathan finishes their thought. “Well, let this be a lesson, Vepar. Think you’re better than me all you want, think you have so much more than I do, but at the end of the day…” He drags his claws down Vepar’s chest, sharp points sinking into their flesh and creating several large gashes that spurt dark ichor. They bite their lip in an attempt to hold back their cries of pain, tears streaming down their cheeks. “...I am at the top. I have more power than you do, and I will make sure that your existence will be a miserable one if you dare challenge me again.”

Mumbled words left Vepar’s lips, soon followed by a sharp cry when Leviathan sank his claws into their torso once more.

“What was that?”

“Y-yes Grand Admiral, sir. N-never again, sir!” The words tumbled out without a second thought, the demon trying not to let his body tremble too much from the mix of fear and pain.

“Good.” Leviathan retracts his claws and lets Vepar slump to the ground to their knees, his cold gaze lingering on them for a moment before looking over to the mangled corpse of Lassal. Turning away from the scene, Leviathan begins to walk away, raising a hand in the air.

“Clean that mess up.” He pauses, looking over his shoulder to fix the fellow sea demon a menacing glare. “And that’s an order.”

[for-doritos-and-aslan]

Locket and Key- Chapter Three

prologue chapter one chapter two

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The world was dark and quiet for a moment, almost tranquil. In the moment, you didn’t know how much you would need that peacefulness. The calm before the hurricane, the unlocking of a door into a world full of violence and bloodshed.

Finally, after a number of unknown hours, you woke to the faint throbbing of your head. With a groan, you opened your eyes; everything was blurry, and for a moment, you believed you were back at your little apartment.

But as your vision cleared, you were faced with reality. This wasn’t your apartment, and you could never afford to live in a place as nice as this. Everything hinted at elegance and luxury- marbled floors and high, lofty ceilings; the room was lit by a glamorous chandelier, which probably cost more than your apartment building itself. But the beauty of the place was torn by your apparent fear and panic- quick, loud breaths left your lips as you scrambled in the covers, trying to get your feet on the ground.

You needed to get out of here, wherever you were. In an attempt to calm your labored breaths, you placed a shaky hand over your lips and left the bed, heading towards the door. You’d been taken, but by who? Everything was blank.

Then, suddenly, you remembered the evening at the café. It had been fine, uplifting, and exciting at first- until Tanner had slipped something in your water. The last thing you remembered was his brown eyes staring at you intently.

The door suddenly opened, causing you to jump and hide behind the bedpost, as if that would bring some sort of protection. You weren’t armed and didn’t know how to fight, so the odds of being able to render someone unconscious were extremely low.

The door revealed a young man-but not just any young man- it was him. His brown eyes seemed to stare into your soul mischievously, as if he knew all your secrets and they were laid out bare before him. He knew you in ways you didn’t, but you didn’t know how. He seemed so familiar, but you didn’t know how.

“Hello, darling.” His accent was thick, but somehow comforting. Still, you remained on guard. What did he want with you? Was he connected to your parents? You realized it could be the only logical explanation- they were probably in the next room, ready to ship you off to university.

“L-look, I don’t know who you are, but I won’t go back with them. I don’t know why I’m here but you can just let my parents know I’m not going.” Although shaky, your voice was strong and resilient. You weren’t going to back down without a fight.

A small, uncontrolled laugh came from his lips. “I’m not working with those shitbags you call parents.” he spoke, a smirk twisting his expression- almost as if he was mocking your statement. “No, darling. I’ve got bigger plans with you, secrets hidden from you your entire life.” He seemed to be getting angry as he ran a hand through his hair. It was soft, brown and curly- and you’d love to run your hands through it too, if the circumstances were different.

What he said only scared you further. “I-I don’t have any money, I’m of no importance to you. I don’t know if you’re planning on selling me off o-or what you’ve got planned, but it won’t work.” you spat.

Again, another laugh. It infuriated you, so much that you wanted to take the lamp beside the table and smash it into his head. “I would never lay a hand on you. You’re about to see who the real monsters are, Y/n.” The way he spoke your name made you gasp- it was like a hand dipping into the well of memories, but it could not reach the water completely.

“If you’d come with me, I’ll show you these things.”

His arm was extended in an invite, his expression honest and sincere. “I don’t trust you, whoever you are.” You took another step back, your back hitting the nightstand.

“My apologies- I’ve been rude. I’m Tom Holland. But you might remember me as Billy, love.”

The way that one, singular name shook to your core- sending waves down your spine until your hands shook. “What?” you asked, not believing him at first. He took a step forward, and another. The space between the two of you was closing in, the tension building like a storm before it erupts. Soon, he was close enough to your face that you wanted to turn away.

But you couldn’t.

“There’s no way. Billy moved away, far, far away.” your voice was almost unheard, but Tom heard it. But it could be- he had Billy’s eyes and hair, but he looked so different. There was an age about him, worn by time and tragedies. The lines on his face spoke of great responsibility and stress, and the small scars littered on his skin drew a painting of past violence.

His eyes, so dreamy and brown, were a window to his soul. They seemed to break you down and bring you to your knees; no one had ever looked at you as intensely as he stared at you. His eyes alone could manipulate every muscle in your body, every tendon, every move. You gasped to relieve the pressure in your chest. He brought a finger to your chin, bringing your very word to a halt. His touch alone was electrifying.

“So, care to join me?”

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You don’t know what came over you, blindly following a crazy person down the walls of his house. Something about what he said had lit a fire within you, a fire of the unknown, lies, and secrets. What secrets did he hold? What did he know about you that you didn’t? He didn’t work for your parents, so why did he want you? There was nothing special about you- you were a writer, and that was all.

He opened a door to a large office; a mahogany desk sat by a window, revealing a rainy day outside. It was almost dark except for the dim lights on the ceiling. As he closed the door, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. What was going to happen? He walked over to the desk; he seemed to radiate power with every step he took.

He opened a drawer, revealing a pink file. “Come look for yourself, if you don’t believe me.”

At first, you were reluctant. “What is this supposed to show me, Tom Holland?” The way you made a mockery of his name didn’t please him, and he reopened the drawer aggressively. He yanked something out of the drawer, slipping it into his pocket. Without warning, he spun on his heel, advancing on you. You backed up until you hit the door.

He was right in front of you again, and there was the tell-tale sound of your heart thumping against your chest. It was quiet until both of his hands slammed on each side of your shoulders. Tom was inches from your face, so close you could hear his breathing. You looked up at him with fear in your eyes.

“I’ve been waiting a very long time to find you, Y/n. What I am about to show you about yourself is going to change everything forever.” he said, almost with a growl in his voice.

His right hand dropped and entered his pocket, revealing a small key. And before you could react, he shoved it into your necklace that laid gently on your chest. There was a soft click.

Then it unlocked.

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Besties I know this is SHORT but just wait okie love you all and don’t forget to watch euphoria tonight

[gumisgirl]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

Warnings: smut, somnophilia

Whereby Gojo knows just how to wake you up

It's a sunny Saturday afternoon, and your white haired boyfriend comes home early for once, excited to see you. He's almost giddy with excitement from having some free time to himself, which he plans on spending with you.

When he slips into your dorm room he stops himself from calling out y/n when he sees your curled form slumped on the sofa. You look ethereal even in slumber, in a just a tank top and shorts, hand still clutching your phone against your chest.

Seeing you so peaceful, so comfortable after months of coaxing you out of your shell, is enough to make his chest tighten.

You were so apprehensive and unamused by Gojo's advances towards you ever since you joined Jujutsu Tech, his fuckboy tendencies evident from miles away.

You eventually became good friends, bickering and mirroring his playful nature, but you seemed otherwise immune to any of his charm.

And to the strongest, cockiest Jujutsu sorcerer around, he just couldn't understand why. Girls were throwing themselves at him left and right, but you only saw him as your sensei and now friend.

Only when Satoru finally stopped trying so hard n actually got to know your tough but shy self, did you open up to him. And he's basked in the warmth and joy ever since.

But seeing you like this, fuck, it ruined him.

He walked over to you slowly, careful not to wake you, as he took you in. The early afternoon sunlight filtered in through the  windows, making you look so heavenly and fragile at the same time.

"Fuck", Gojo gasps as he notices your nipples hard and poking through the light material of your top. He can feel his pants getting tighter as he thinks of all the abominable things he wants to do to you.

He can't help himself, so pulls down the front of your top, one breast popping out, and then the other.

You stir in your sleep from the sudden cold, but Gojo immediately cups both your boobs, drawing circles around your buds with his thumbs. He kneels before you to take one nipple in his mouth, licking it and swirling his tongue around it so sweetly.

Soon he's pulling your shorts off, pushing your panties to the side to find your hot core already wet. He slides a finger between your folds, your slick coating his fingers and the scent of your arousal hitting him, making him growl with desire.

He spreads your lips wide and makes one broad stroke all the up your pussy, his hot mouth on you finally stirring you from slumber.

"Mhmm?" you mumble something, trying to shake off your sleep, feeling exposed and wondering why.

"Hey sleepyhead", a white tuft of hair mumbles from between your legs, right before dipping his tongue all the way inside you, not giving you a chance to reply as you grab onto his hair to support yourself.

You can feel him smirk against you, humming low and making you feel the vibrations all through your core. You bite your lip to keep from screaming, pulling his hair back so he can look at you.

"What a way to be woken up." you muse, your smile drunken from just waking up and the state he has you in.

"It's not my fault you were looking so delectable, like you just wanted me to ruin you right here." He punctuates his statement by sucking your nub, making your hips buck against his mouth, but he let's go too soon with a pop! sound.

You fight the urge to cover your breasts and cunt, feeling so exposed, yet also exhilarated, heart racing at the way you were on display for him.

"Missed me much?" you tease, running your hands through his hair, enjoying the sight of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer between your thighs, his lips slick with your juices.

Gojo reaches up to grab your titties, pulling and pinching at your nipples, all your thoughts flying out the window. He sucks hickeys all along your inner thighs, loving to mark you as his territory. Not that you mind though.

He slid his tongue back inside you, hooking it upward to press on the bundle of nerves that make you come undone, squeezing his face together with your thighs but that doesn't stop his deft tongue from licking you over and over and over again, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach, as you practically ride his face now.

"Yes, fuck yees!" your panting as you fuck yourself with his face. Gojo squeezes your boobs together to hold the with one hand as he brings the other one circle your nub.

You start clenching around his tongue, making him moan into your cunt, pushing you over the edge, Satoru's tongue working you through your high.

You chuckle when you finally compose yourself, pulling Gojo up for a deep, wanting kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and groaning, as he puts his full weight on you, crushing you and feeling his hard length flush against lips.

"Well hello there", you smirk up at him, staring into the endless pool of his eyes.

"Hello Princess", he shoots right back at you. "I missed you", he says, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and relaxing.

It's amusing how much of a baby this renowned bad boy could be when it's just the two of you. His jokes and innuendos are always present, and your sarcastic nature enjoys the constant back and forth.

But moments like this where he drops his walls and is so soft with you are so precious to you.

Your brought our of your trance when Gojo ruts against you, his length hitting your clit just right, a startled moan escaping you lips.

"What're you thinking about Angel?" He asks as his hand wraps around your neck, gripping the sides and applying pressure.

"You filling me up to the balls", you say in the most innocent voice, looking up at him through your lashes.

His grip around your neck tightens, making you gasp as he smashes your lips together, kissing you so passionately your head feels light.

He pulls away suddenly, pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. You help him pull them off, his length springing out and hitting his stomach, already glistening with precum. The sight of his pretty, thick cock makes you salivate, wanting to taste him, already imagining how the slight upward curve will feel when he's fully sheathed inside of you.

He spreads you're legs apart for him, one leg on the back of the couch as he grabs his shaft and lines it up with your heat. He rubs the tip between your folds, spreading your slick and slapping it against your clit to make you jump.

"Gojo I need y-", your cut off by him fully bottoming out in you in one stroke. You both gasp at the tight fit, feeling yourself try to adjust to his girth inside you.

He stays still for a while, watching you squirm and fidget underneath him, frustration building inside you.

"Please", you beg, he immediately snaps his hips forward, thrusting in you hard and fast, pulling all the way out before sinking back in into your needy core.

You hold onto his biceps for dear life, nails digging into him as he leans forward to nibble on your earlobe and bite more lovebites on your neck.

You feel high on him, surrounded by him, bodies flush against each other, nipples rubbing against his chest with each thrust. One hand presses down on your stomach, the other kneading and spanking your ass making you tighten around him.

"You're such a good little brat", he spits at you, "Always so willing and ready to take my cock, practically begging for it."

You feel your pulse race, breathe hitching as he continues to edge you on.

"You like to tease me don't you? Sleeping on the couch with your tits half out, where anyone could walk in and see you."

He says this with a sharp roll of his hips, this angle ensuring he hits your sweet spot with every stroke, rendering your brain pudding.

"You jealous?" you barely manage to retort, his pace never slowing.

"You don't want anyone else to see me like this? Wet and spent and so inviting?" you push.

Gojo practically growls at the thought, imagining anyone else walking into your dorm room and finding you splayed out the way you were for him. He almost ripped the chair with how tight he was gripping it, fucking you even deeper into the cushions.

He grabs both your hands and holds them above your head with one hand, the other putting one leg over his shoulder. Leaning forward, he starts fucking you so agonizingly slow, your walls clinging to him, and your breasts bouncing every time he pulls out and slams back in.

"Why would I be jealous babygirl? Anyone that even looks at you wrong is as good as dead." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

"Now be a good girl and come for me." And that's all you needed, to spiral into oblivion, your pussy sucking and clinging to his length as he fucks you through your high. You can feel him throbbing inside you, veins so prominent against your walls. You squeeze him so hard you can feel as grunts inside you, painting your walls with his seed.

"You're mine!" He growls as he fills you with his warm cum, choking you so hard you cunt clenches tight around him, making him groan.

"You- yours- only yours," you pant as you climax together. He stays inside you, not moving as your walls flutter around him, watching how your torn apart you look underneath him.

Your face flushed, eyes hazy, lips plump and bruised from all the nibbling and sucking at each other. It's a sin to look as good as you do and you can feel him getting hard again inside you.

"Satoru-!" you gasp as he suddenly flips you, so that you're now on top of him sitted in his lap, his dick never leaving your cunt.

Your face heats up as you feel the juices dripping down your thighs, Gojo's face now planted firmly in between your breasts.

"You didn't really think I was done with you so easily, did you Angel?" He smirks, his piercing blue eyes gazing right into your soul.

"Someone might hear us, or walk in", you stutter.

"Are you expecting anyone?"

Of course you weren't.

"Would you even care if someone saw us? Would you want me to stop?" He asks, as he plays with your nipples, his dick so full inside you you can barely think straight.

He knows your answer, of course he does. You were such a slut for him, underneath that sweet façade, your libido matching his, which is a lot to say the least.

It makes you even more wet, imagining someone, like Megumi, walking in on you going absolutely crazy for Sensei's dick. You don't even stop riding him, watching as Fushiguro goes red at the sight of Gojo's dick slipping in and out of you, your tits bouncing with every thrust. Running out of the room flustered as you cum all over his length.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He starts to fuck upwards into you, gripping your ass hard, slamming into you over and over as he leads you towards your nth orgasm within the last hour.

"You want everyone to know you're mine don't you? To see you come undone by my sweet loving?"

His filthy words making your core clench, squeeze him hard, more so because they were true.

"You're such a fucking whore, let them know then, let them hear how good I make you feel." And you couldn't help it anymore, moaning and panting as he increased his pace with every thrust.

He latched onto your titties, squeezing them together and sucking hard on both nipples at the same time. You grabbed his fair locks n met his thrusts, your movements becoming erratic as you got closer to your end.

"Toru! Toru! Pl- pleease-!" Gojo held you in place and pounded you hard, the squelching and slapping of his balls against your ass sounding so vulgar and erotic as you clawed at his back and held on for dear life.

His teeth grazed your nipples and that was all you needed to see stars, the overstimulation too much to bare as you squirted all over his abdomen, milking him as he hit the back of your cervix with every stroke.

"Fuck, Angel, you look so hot when you're cumming all over my dick", he grunts, and he's right there with you, emptying his load so deep inside you you're dizzy with euphoria.

"So, you want a milkshake?"

The lustful glint in his eye replaced with such tenderness and affection as he peppered your face with kisses. You couldn't think of a better way to spend your weekend.

"Only if you carry me."

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Please Me: Oikawa's Oasis Part 3

⚠️This Fic is 18+, Minors DNI⚠️

Welcome to week 4 of the Please Me Series!  A collaboration with @axoxtxhxh! This weeks theme is Virginity Loss featuring Oikawa and Goshiki!  This weeks fics are broken into 3 parts! Parts 1 and 2 are linked in the master list below! Please check out Joey’s fic, Guiding Goshiki!  I will also link it in the Please Me master list!  

Warnings: swearing, slight angst, fluffy ending, virginity loss, kissing, male oral receiving, thigh riding, masturbation,  locker room sex, shower sex, unprotected sex, creampie, guided female masturbation, sub! oikawa, fem dom reader, petnames, one hell of a safeword 

Word Count: 5,000

Staring at the wall, you heard your alarm sound the following morning as you slowly arose from your bed.  You hadn’t slept at all since you had arrived home last night.  You couldn’t shake the feeling of shame and guilt for running away from Torū.

You’re feelings were valid, you knew that. But you knew it wasn’t right to run away from him like you did. You should have talked to him.  In a way, you probably made him feel more self conscious then you had your first time.  

You sighed as you got up to shower and head to the gym. You knew you needed to talk with Torū.  You needed to explain to him that none of this was his fault.  

Locking your door, you headed to the gym as you mentally prepared yourself for the conversation that would follow.  You wanted to tell him about how you were afraid you would ruin his first time.  How your first time failed miserably and that you didn’t want him to regret anything.  

Torū had become very special to you as both a teammate and a friend. You didn’t want to make his time with the team awkward in anyway.  You knew the conversation would be a difficult one but you had to do it.  

Arriving at gym you saw several of the other players nursing hangovers and you began setting up for the days practice.  You yawned as you went to the bench, to grab your notes as the teams captain approached.

“You must have really worn Torū out YN” he said nudging your side as you looked at him confused “he texted me this morning telling me he was too ‘worn out’ to come to practice” he said throwing up air quotes “I’m actually surprised you’re here today.”

Hearing the Torū wasn’t coming to practice hit your like a ton of bricks, the feeling guilty washing over you as you felt the urge to cry.  You turned away from the captain as he watched you walk away in silence, going to fill the teams water bottles.  

Stepping from the gym, you felt the tears flow as the guilt and shame of your actions washed over you. How could you act so immature?  How could you just run away?  

You cried as you went to fill the teams water bottles. God I probably made him feel so insecure. I’m such an idiot you thought to yourself as you tried to calm down enough to finish your task and excuse yourself to your office.  You could camp out there the rest of the practice, telling the coach you had some work to catch up on.  At least then you could cry in peace.

Torū groaned as he woke up from his small nap. He hadn’t been able to sleep because of what had transpired between YN and himself.  He felt so shamed, so inadequate.  These were feelings he didn’t often have, causing chaos in his mind as he jolted hearing the sudden ring of his phone.

He answered the FaceTime call to a smiling Iwaizumi as he tried to bring a smile to his glum face.

“Shittykawa what’s the matter with you?  I didn’t expect you to pick up. Don’t you have practice? Iwaizumi says as Oikawa just stared at him.

Iwaizumi was confused. He had known Oikawa for many years and this was the first time he had ever seen the former high school captain so gloomy. Even losing their 3rd year volleyball tournament hadn’t made the captain as sad as he was now.

“I messed up Hajime” Torū said as Iwaizumi reeled back.  Oikawa never used his full name.

“What happened? Are you ok?” He said as Torū tried to hold his composure in. His emotions were all over the place, he had never felt so vulnerable, so destroyed “Hey Torū, are you ok?”

That did it. Iwaizumi saying his name caused Torū to cry like he had never cried before. He wasn’t even embarrassed, not one bit. He didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. He felt too ashamed.

“Hajime” Torū said finally calming down “she- YN doesn’t want me.”

Iwaizumi was stunned.  Never had this ever happened. A girl didn’t want the Torū Oikawa?  What kind of alternative dimension was he living in?

Iwaizumi watched as his friend wiped his face with his palms, trying to figure out what to say.

“Uhh- well umm what happened” he managed to muster up as he tried hard to still comprehend the previous statement made by his friend.

“Last night, I went out with the team.  Things with YN got heated.  We came back to my place.  Everything was going so well.  Then I told her I was a virgin and she freaked out and ran” he said as he looked down, unable to make eye contact with his friend.

Iwaizumi couldn’t help but chuckle to himself and try as he might, he was unable to hold a straight face.  He laughed loudly as Torū’s head whipped up into view, sending glares at him.

“Dude, I'm sorry” he laughed “but please tell me that you just didn’t say ‘YN I’m a virgin’ and expect her to be like ready to rip your v-card from your grasp.”

Iwaizumi laughed loudly as Torū just continued to stare at his friend “I don’t think it’s very funny Iwa-chan” he said he  scuffed at his friends laughter.

“Boy, you really are lame shittykawa” he said chuckling “are you sure you really are good with women?  I mean I don’t blame her one bit!  Taking a guy’s virginity would suck!  I mean men really don’t know shit about pleasuring women so what’s in it for her?”

Torū thought hard while his friend talked. Maybe he had approached it wrong to begin with. Not that he thinks about it, his method of delivery was a bit hasty.  

“Dude, I think you need to just talk to her You don’t really know why she turned you down.  I mean it sounds like she likes you from the way things went last night. Maybe you just made her nervous.”

Torū knew his friend was right. You had never given him any indication that you didn’t like him and he knew that, last night you felt something just like he did.

Torū looked at his friend as he smiled “you’re right Iwa-chan I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” Iwaizumi laughed as he watched the light stream back into his friend’s face.  

“Good luck idiotkawa” he said hanging up as Torū laid his phone down.  It was getting late, well after practice had ended. He knew he should try and get to the gym to practice some before tomorrow. He gathered his gear as he made his way to the gym, hoping someone was still there so he could practice.

You had managed to avoid the team for the entire practice. The coach had bought your excuse and you stayed cooped up in your small office until after practice.  

You signed as you stood up from your chair, tired from sulking and crying the entire afternoon.  You grabbed your bag and locked the office door.  Thankfully it was Friday and you could spend the weekend sleeping.  You were exhausted but yet somehow found the strength to cry for hours on end.  

You approached the gym doors as the all too familiar sounds of volleyball slamming into the floor radiated into your ears.  You checked your phone, nothing that it was 7pm and well past practice time.  You approached the gym doors as you quietly peaked in to see a sweating Torū setting up a serve, smashing it straight into the net  

“UGH DAMMIT” he said shouting as he prepared the throw another one up, once again managing to net the ball.  He leaned over, placing his hands on his knees and he grabbed his towel and headed to the locker rooms.  He had only been practicing for an hour but he was just unable to get into it.  

You watched as he made his way into the locker rooms, following to the doors as you slowly opened them, hearing him shout from inside.

“Torū,you idiot!” he shouted as you winced at his words.  You felt awful. You knew he was like this because of what had transpired between the two of you the previous night.  

You walked in the doors, standing for a moment as you see Oikawa sitting on the bench, a towel placed over his head and his elbows rested on his knees.

You knew you had to say something.  You couldn’t let him think any of this was his fault.  This was all your doing and it was time you owned up to it  

“Hey Torū” you said softly as the locker room door closed behind you and Torū’s head snapped up to meet yours. He looked at you as you walked over to him, sitting directly in across from him on the other bench.

“We need to talk” you said as he put his head down, trying not to cry again.

“It’s ok YN.  There’s nothing to talk about” he said he went to stand up, stopping when you grabbed his forearm.

“No Torū” you said as you sniffles lightly “I need to apologize.”

Torū was confused as he sag back done the bench, removing the towel from his head.  He stared at you questioningly.  What were you apologizing for?

You played with your fingers for a moment as you tried hard to muster up the courage to talk.  You knew what you wanted to say, rather what you needed to say.  

“Torū, I’m sorry I ran out on you.  I shouldn’t have done that.  I- I just got really nervous” you say, still looking down at the floor as you took a deep breath and tried hard not to cry.

“When you told me you were a virgin, it made me nervous.  I remember my first time all too well and I- well I just don’t want your first time to be like mine was” you speak as Torū looks at you, still confused.

The whole time the issue hadn’t been that he was a virgin, it had been that you wanted him to have a good experience?  He was shocked.  Here he though the issue was him, when in reality the issue was your own self doubts. He listened as you continued to talk.

“My first time wasn’t good Torū.  I didn’t know what I was doing and I thought I had feelings for the guy but like he didn’t have feelings for me.  And I really like you Torū and I just don’t want you to regret anything.  The fact that you trusted me with something so special made me nervous and scares” you said as your eyes went up to meet Torū.  

He looked at you, staring into your eyes as he tried hard to comprehend everything you had just said. He felt awful that your first experience wasn’t good but he also knew his feelings for you were valid and now he knew you had feelings for him too. He continued to stare as he worked his way thought the issues in his mind.  

You frowned as you took his silence as a bad sign, sighing as you stood up.  

“Thanks for letting me explain myself Torū.  You are so amazing and you deserve someone special” you said as you went to leave the locker rooms.

Torū snapped from his thoughts as he quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you back into his as he placed a light kiss on your lips. He smiled as you looked at him, very confused as to what had just happened.

Torū put his forehead on yours as you smiled softly.  

“YN, you don’t get it.  I want you to be my first because of how I feel about you” he said as he looked at you softly. You had become an oasis for him. An escape from reality and daily life. You had loved volleyball as much as him and you had always been genuine with him.  

You smiled as you grabbed his neck, kissing him softly again as he pulled your body flush against his as he deepened the kiss.  He placed his hands on your soft waist as he moved his hand up and down your back as you grabbed at his hair pulling him in closer to you.

You break from the kiss, staring at each other as your lips hovered over his.  Your body hearing up as you could feel his erection forming against your thigh.  You kissed his chin to his neck as he pulled your pelvis in closer, grinding where he could, trying hard to gather any amount of friction to ease his aching cock.

He backed away from him as he watched in confusion as you approached the locker room door.

Not again he thought as he heard the lock click, watching you stroll back to him, pulling him back into a full embrace.  He needed you and bad.  He couldn’t stand this pain in his cock anymore. He needed relief and the only medicine was you.

You push him back to the bench as he sits down looking up at you as you smirk down at him.

“Torū do you really want this?” You said as he groans, looking up at your gorgeous figure.  

He nodded frantically as you took his chin in your hand “I need a verbal response Torū” you said as his eyes widened.

“Yes- yes YN I want this” he said as you step back, removing your shirt and leggings, watching him ogle at your nearly naked form.  

“Ok Torū, I want you to pick a safe word just incase things get to be too much for you” you said as he gawked at you in your bra and panties. He was having a hard time concentrating on the task at hand with you standing tall in front of him.

“Torū!” you repeated as you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes, trying to get his attention turned back.

“Oh shit- yeah a safe word, umm how about ‘Kageyama’?” He said as you stared strangely at the word.

“I’ve never heard of ‘Kageyama’?  What does that mean?” You said as he stood up from his spot approaching you as he grabbed at your scantily clad hips.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just something will definitely snap me out of the mood” he said as you chuckled lightly embracing Torū in a heated kiss.  

Your tongue licked his lips lightly as he granted you access, opening his mouth to your wet muscle as you massaged your tongue against his, pulling light groans from his pretty head.

You tugged on his shirt as he lifted his arms up, letting you pull the shirt from his body as your fingers and palms run up his sculpted chest.  

Your fingers graze lightly over his nipples as he shutters and groans.  His body was so reactive to every touch, every movement. The fact that you were about to engage in intercourse with the setter still made you a bit nervous but you tried hard to cast the self doubt aside, wanting to make the experience memorable for both you and Torū.

As if on queue, Torū looked at you sweetly as he brushed the tip of your nose with his. “you know YN, we could just count this as your virginity loss too.  I mean clearly you are as nervous as I am” he said chuckling as you laughed loudly throwing your head back.  

“That’s a good idea Torū but I am experienced in pleasuring a partner” you said as you push him down to the bench “just be a good boy for me and let me take the lead, ok?”

Torū gulped as he eyes widened at as your form sunk to your knees in front of him.  This was really happening and in the team locker room.  Not an ideal place to lose your virginity but he was not about to interrupt you.

“Umm YN” he said as he looked at you , kneeling before him with your hands placed on your plush thighs “don’t you umm, don’t you want me to make you feel good too?”  

You chuckled lightly as you reached up pulling him into a heated kiss as he gently rubbed his hands along your soft arms.

“How about I show you what I like while I make you feel good, then you can try?” You say as he nods quickly watching your hands go to his gym shorts, pulling his erection free as he shifts his hips upwards, helping you to remove his pesky shorts.

Your eyes widen at his size as you think about all the possible ways his cock will pleasure your wet cunt.  You felt your core heat up as you looked up to Torū.  

He was completely blissed out. Lost in translation between here and fantasy.  He’s eyes sparkled with excitement as you tested the waters, lightly kicking the tips of his hard cock.

Groaning he threw his head back in pleasure as you smirked to yourself, going in for another lick.  Your tongue laying more and more on his stiffened cock as he writhed in pleasure under your control.

Your body headed as you watched his abs contract in the moment, his mouth hanging open as his tongue lolled out in ecstasy.  He watched as your fingers traced lightly from his legs to your own, peering down at your chest as your fingers danced lightly over your clothed clit.

“Fuck YN” he moaned as he tried his hardest not to come from the sensation of your tongue on his cock.

Taking one final lick, you stand up as you slowly remove your panties from your body, revealing your cunt to him as he stares at the wetness coating your inner thighs.  

“Did you- did I” he said staring at you as you laugh, pushing him back on the hard bench, placing one leg on each side as you rub your clit with your fingers.

“Yes Torū you made me this wet” you say as you widen his legs on the bench, his cock standing tall as you bend down, grinding your cunt on his lower thigh.  

“Holy shit-” he groans as you moan throwing your head back as his leg rubs your clit perfect.  He grabs his cock as he slowly begins to stroke himself, trying hard to concentrate on your moments and pleasure as he feels the wetness pool on his legs.  

You lean over, placing two of your wet fingers in his mouth as he sucks violently, causing you to grind faster and harder.  Your orgasm builds as moans and groans fill the air

 Your body heats up rapidly as the cord in your stomach tightens. Your pace quickens as does Torū’s as you feel the cord begin to loosen.

“Oh fuck Torū” you moan as Toru groans deeply, letting go of his aching cock to watch as you tip over the edge.  

“Come on baby, come for me” he says as the pet name tips you over the edge, your cunt pulsing on his thigh as he watches your face contort into pleasure.  

“That was so hot YN” he says he has gently caressed your arm and leg as his cock aches painfully beside you.

“We are just getting started Torū” you say as you adjust yourself over his pelvis, pushing his cock between your wet folds as your grind back and forth, trying hard to ensure your good and ready to take his cock.

“Fuck YN- I, I’m not going to last long” you say as you shush him, halting your movements.

“Hey its OK.  I already came so now we need you to come. How do you want to come Torū?” You say as he bites his lower lip, watching your pussy settle above his cock.

“Please YN- please put it in. I need to be inside of you princess” he squeaks out as you smirk at his request. You knew he wouldn’t last long inside of you.  One thing you prided yourself on sexually was your ability to ride a cock and boy was Torū in for a treat.  

You line his cock up with your wet cunt, slowly bending your knees down as you impaled yourself in his cock.

The stretch was delicious as Torū’s mouth fell open as he groaned and panted beneath you.  You knew he could feel the tightness you felt as you waited for him to adjust to being inside of you.

Torū’s hands flew to your hips as he tried his hardest to remain calm.  Your cunt was so tight and so warm around his cock. The pleasure was unimaginable.  All he wanted was to feel the release.

“Torū are you ok?” You said as you steadied your hands on his chest watching to make sure the man below you was still coherent.

“It’s so tight YN, please” he moaned as his hands went to your hips and you ground a little down on him as his core shuttered, causing his dick to jolt inside you.

“I’m going to go slow ok” you said as he nodded.  Your feet planted firmly on the ground, you pushed lightly on his chest as you propelled your hips up and down, impaling yourself on his cock over and cover again.  

The pace was agonizing for Torū as whimper and moans fell from his mouth.  You could feel your orgasm building and you knew Torū couldn’t hold on much longer.  You needed to go faster.

“Torū” you groan from above him as you continue your leisurely pace “I’m close can I go-”

“GOD PLEASE BABY FUCK ME” he shouts as your hips speed up, jerking his cock as you felt the familiar knot began to unwind “fuck YN I can’t hold out-”

“Almost baby” you moan as you feel the cord snap inside your stomach as your cunt pulses on Toru's cock causing him to groan and grunt.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK-” he shouts as his hips still into you, painting your walls white as he grips your hips firmly, whimpering below you as he tried his hardest to come down from his high.

He felt absolutely spectacular, like his body was floating on air.  He couldn’t believe how amazing his first time had been. He never imagined it would happen the way it did but he wasn’t complaining.  His body and mind were in complete bliss.

Coming down from your high, you laugh as you look at Torū’s blissed out state.  He smiles at you as he opens his eyes slowly caressing your cheek.  

“That was amazing YN” he said, breath shaking as he came down from his high, breathing steadily.

Your chest filled with pride as you felt sheer happiness fluid your body.  You had redeemed yourself and you had made Torū’s first time amazing.

Standing up slowly, Torū watched as his cum leaked down your thigh as you stood in front of him.  His eyes traced your form as he felt his cock jolt to life again, ready for another round.

Standing up, he quickly grabbed you in a bridal carry, running towards the shower as your screamed and laughed as he set you down, turning the water on and pressing your body against the shower wall.

“eww Torū, this wall is gross” you groan as his lips attach to your neck as you feel his erection growing against your pelvis.

“It’s fine YN, I’ll clean you up afterwards” he says as he kisses you deeply, pulling your body against his as he pulls you under the warm water.  

You break the kiss as you smile softly up at his tall form, water cascading down his body as you feel his hardened chest under your hands.

“I need you” he says as you smirk at him, turning around to face the wall.  You grind your ass into his already hard member as he grabs your hips, pulling you firmly into him.

“Then fuck me Torū” you say as you peer over your shoulders, watching Torū’s face fill with excitement as he lines up his cock with your still damp cunt, slowly pushing in as he slowly sinks deep into your hole.

“fuck YN- your pussy is just amazing” he says as he slowly pulls his cock back out, moving at a snails pace in and out of you.

“Torū” you moan as you mouth falls open  “give me your hand” you say as Torū’s hand appears in front of you as you place it between your legs on your hardened clit.  Torū moans when his fingers hit your clit as you rotate his wrist, showing him exactly how you like to be pleasured.  You let go of his hand as he continues to rub tiny fast circles into your clit as you propel yourself faster onto his cock, meeting his thrusts half way.

The air feels with the smell of sex and the sound of skin slapping as your ass meets his hips over and over.  

“Fuck baby” he groans

“I know Torū, just a little more” you squeak out as he picks up his speed, meeting your ass fast and harshly as his fingers speed up on your clit.

“TORŪ FUCK-” You scream as his hips still on your ass as he presses hard, his head falling to your shoulder as he tries to gain control of his breathing.

“Ahhh fucking hell- FUCK” he shouts as he chest heaves in relief as you both come down from your highs as he releases you and you turn to face him, kissing him softly as he grabs you, pulling you into a tight embrace.  

“Thank you YN” he says whispering into your neck as you smile softly.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, Torū helps you clean up the gym as you get ready to leave for the night.  Locking the gym doors, Torū grabs your hand as he pulls you along with him.

“Torū” you say laughing as the brunette pulls you hastily out of the building “my apartment is the other way!”

“Who said the night was over YN-chan?  I need to practice pleasuring you” he smirks as you gulp, following behind him quickly.

You sure were in for a long night ahead.

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[morningsunandnightsky]

My home | Lee Jeno

post-war au

Warnings: mention of war, mention of death, mention of pain (tell me if I forgot anything)

Words: 1.1K

Genre: angst

synopsis: You meant everything to him, but what if the truth doesn't turn out the way he once imagined?

an: This is something different from what I usually write. And I don't know how to feel about this especially since I haven't sent this one over to my beta reader. This also means there might be errors in this. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Winter, 1918

Four years after he left, the little village he called his home was unrecognisable. Streets that once were filled with tall houses were gone and only the remains were left. The usual peaceful atmosphere was replaced with melancholy, as pain and despair filled the air.

In the dark world that surrounded him, Jeno finds comfort in the snow that is falling down from the sky so gently. As if it's trying to say that not all is lost, and everything will be fine. As if it's indicating that the suffering has finally come to an end, and a new beginning is waiting.

But it's the thought of you that brings the most comfort to him.

You were the reason he kept going every time he felt like giving up. Whenever he thought he wouldn't see the daylight again he kept fighting for this very moment. To come home to you after the war had ended. To be able to hold you and not have to wonder when the next time will be when you see each other.

With a tired but content smile on his face, he hurries to reach home. He didn't even care if the house was destroyed or if you had to build everything up all over again, because as long as you were there, it was enough for him.

Jeno calls out your name when the familiar little house comes insight. It was a lot more worn down than he recalled but at least it was still standing.

No one responds so he jumps over the fence and walks up to the door. That's when he sees the letters on your front porch. The letters he had sent you over the last year. None of them was opened and the writing on some wasn't even visible anymore due to the time that had passed.

A thousand questions run through his head but the more he thinks about it, the lesser it makes any sense. You had been responding to all of his letters. You even told him a month ago that you would wait for him no matter how long it took. It was you. Was it? No, it had to be you, there was no other possibility. But as he looks back at the clearly unopened letters in his hands, he isn't so sure anymore.

When he steps inside the house, everything starts to fall into place. You weren't there anymore, and you hadn't been for a long time. Most of your belongings were gone, only a few trivial things were left behind.

He stops in his tracks when he sees the smashed photo frame with the only picture you had with each other still in it. It was taken before he had to leave for the war, you both had travelled to the next town just to have it taken. And had promised to always keep it with you so you could be together even when you weren't.

But now that he sees it laying at his feet covered with dirt and broken glass, he realises it didn't mean as much to you as it did to him.

The more he sees the more he questions but there isn't anyone who can provide him with any answers. Because you were nowhere to be found, your entire family was gone, as if you never existed.

He spends days and nights looking for you. Even visiting other towns and villages hoping he'd find you there. Convincing himself you left because it wasn't safe to stay anymore, that you were waiting on him, that you would come back to him, he stops worrying.

-

Spring arrives like an old friend you haven't seen in a long time. It brings life and hope along, all of which were like sunshine on a rainy day. Rare, but very much welcomed.

Jeno spends all his time restoring your home, so it would be ready whenever you returned. Because waiting for you was all he did.

"What are you doing, my dear?" He hears his mother ask.

"I'm making new frames for the pictures"

The woman looks at her son with a pained expression. Taking a deep breath and blinking away the tears, she goes up to him and takes his hands in hers.

"Please don't do this. How long will you stay like this? There is no y/n. You know that."

"What are you talking about? Of course, there is, she is just away at the moment. But she will return soon." He says with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. His eyes don't hold any emotion at all, it's as if he isn't even there. Like his soul and body are at two different places.

"Jeno. Y/N doesn't exist."

"Don't lie to me! Can't you see her in this picture? You were there too when we took this!" he argues.

Tears start running down the woman's face when she looks at the pictures he is holding. Both are identical, with the only difference being that one is in slightly better condition than the other. But the only people in the picture are herself and Jeno.

She had insisted on taking the pictures, so she could at least have something from him with her. In case she would never see her son again.

"Come here," she says as she sits him down beside her.

"Look at the picture, now look at me"

"Mother, you don't look like Y/N! And you didn't even take any pictures that day."

"Please, my poor boy, please" a fresh set of tears stream down her cheeks.

"Do you think she will look the same now? Maybe she'll look different, don't you think? Did she change when I wasn't home?" he asks her, completely discarding her words.

"Her hair was this long and her eyes-" Jeno's eyebrows knit together as he stops mid-sentence.

He looks up again at his mother and down to the picture in his hands. He doesn't say anything for a while but keeps looking, he even takes the other one to compare.

His mother holds her breath anxiously, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Then everything hits him all at once. The day they went to town, the letters he wrote, his time at war, you.

You were never real. You were someone he made up so he wouldn't lose his mind in a place where death was more common than life. Where every minute was a wonder and a breath of air was a blessing.

He sought comfort in you. An escape from reality. His sought home in you.

"It's you" he finally says while his voice breaks.