#this is looking dark if u think about it 4 2 long

[kireilien]

&team dicksizes ranking for the girlies pls I've looked for this everywhere and I haven't seen anyone do it 😿

babes i think is bc i’m the only ot9 writer rn……….. anyways what are the teamies packing let’s find out!

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; how big are the teamies?

keep in mind, the only one i literally did research for was maki so, all of these are very very very rough estimates! if some of these are inaccurate i hashtag apologize i spent like 3 hours visualizing what they’d be like in my hands to be proportionate to what i thought. and for the skinny members i apologize. tmi my type is thick dicks i do not have experience w skinny dicks oopsies hope u guys understand :p

ALSO i didn’t know this was so controversial, i talk about what color their cocks are, their balls, their drapes (idk pubes sound weird), and other info about their cocks LMFAOOO if you don’t like thinking about that don’t read the extras

1. asakura jo.

literally who didn’t think he was on top??? i love love love the fact that most shy, reserved, tall boys have the most monstrous hung ass cock you’ve ever seen. when jo was younger i definitely think he wouldn’t know how to use it. but obviously, he’s older, and knows how to use it teehee. i think he’s deadass 6.5 inches / 16.5 cm when SOFT, but on the “skinner” side but still hung at around 4.5~ inches / 11.4~ cm? also a shower, not that much change when he’s hard.

extra. pale and even toned. dusty pink when hard. average balls actually. either hairless or rocking bush, no in between. very sensitive. uncut obvi.

2. hirota riki maus.

i said everything– like everything including visuals and cum in this love letter, but lemme repeat a few things~ 5.7 in / 14.4 cm or smaller when soft. 5.9 in / 14.9 cms in girth. hardness gets him to around 6.4 in / 16.4 cm. definitely a shower than a grower. his girth is around the same ratio too at 6.6 / 16.6 cm maybe even 6.7 in / a perfect 17 cm. he’s hung like jojo but he’s thicker than most, rather than length itself, that’s why i put him lower than jo!

extra. darker towards the base. still overall pretty dark. easily red. clean shaven. cut. huge fucking balls. veiny when he’s really hard. curves up!

3. murata fuma.

fucking thick n heavy over here. he’s a little more thick and a little less long as maki, but they both have heavy ass cocks– both the two thickest in the teamies. fuma is an easy 5.5 in / 13.9 cm when flaccid, but like a perfect 6 in / 15.2 cm in thickness. top three are all showers, or very little growth when hard. i genuinely think that he is the thickest and heaviest, that IS my size king right there. maybe he’s a little longer, just a bit. maybe like maki’s size?

extra. i literally do not know. he doesn’t seem too clean or too messy. huge ass balls. uncut (everyone is except for n&m). darker than his skin tone. 

4. koga yudai.

kei and euijoo can be interchangeable actually! i only put kei higher because his athleticism + veins make him a tiny bit bigger, but both are on the skinnier side. kei is a good 4.5 in / 11.4 cm when flaccid, but grows to a perfect 6 in / 15.2 cm when hard. the reason why i put him lower is because his thickness is around 3 in / 7.62 cm when flaccid. runner dick is skinny guys. and that wouldn’t change much when he’s hard, only maybe like 3.7 in / 9.3 cm.

extra. pretty. pink-purple tip. clean, allows some growth, but just a little. super fucking veiny bc of how athletic he is. smaller balls. even tone. uncut.

5. byun euijoo.

like i said, he’s similar to kei, where he’s around 5.9 in / 14.9 cm when hard. starts off somewhere like 4.3 in / 10.9 cm when he isn’t hard. and same with thickness, he’d be a tiny bit bigger, but not too much. around 4.1 in / 10.4 cm in thickness versus 3.5 in / 8.8 cm when fully erect. but in full honesty, he can be a little longer and thicker. i only bump him down because this is him normally. if he’s painfully hard, it’s only a tad bigger. maybe 1-to-1 with kei.

extra. also pretty. he has bush. not too hairy though, but has bush. larger than average balls? a few veins on the sides. even tone. pink tip. uncut.

6. wang yixiang.

the only thing mid about nicho is cock in a GOOD way. imagining being born literally perfect in every way, you need something to keep you down to earth LOL but nicho is like a perfect 5.5 in / 13.9 cm when hard. he’s mid in thickness, around 4.5 in / 11.4 cm when also hard. flaccid is a bit tricky since i think he’s a grower but not as large as kei and juju. like 4.3 in / 10.9 cm and 3.8 in / 9.6 cm. again, literally the perfect definition of mid. not too big not too small either!

extra. hear me out. cut. i can’t see him uncut. well like 70% to 30% chance. darker than his body. also has some sort of bush. average balls. curves left?

7. nakakita yuma.

okay yuma is a weird situation. i don’t think he’s big but not like tiny. i would say soft, he’s around 4.7 in / 11.9 cm and i think he’s like evenly sized up? he’s thicker than other guys with his size, nearing 4 in / 10.1 cm. but while hard he’s like 5.2 in / 13.2 cm while this thickness is 4.5 in / 11.4 cm. not really a grower. yuma is truly a wildcard because like he’s not the big 3 (fum-jo-ma), but he’s not tiny comparing to the typical guy. pick your poison.

extra. curves right? nekoz man... keeps the bush. yet again not too messy. darker but by not too much. pink-purple tip. average balls. uncut.

8. takayama riki.

looks around. are we surprised. i was stuck on who was the smallest in the teamies, whether that be him or harua, but you’ll see why i struggled so hard on harua, i’ll give it to taki. i also think that he’s a shower for some reason? i literally can not see him getting bigger than a 5 in / 12.7 cm or funnily enough be smaller than a 5 in / 12.7 cm. but the thickness varies for him. flaccid is a 3.1 in / 7.8 cm and hard is like a 3.9 in / 9.9 cm maybe we can round that to 10 cm.

extra. bush expert. trims it though! curves down. average balls. surprisingly more even tone than expected. some hidden veins. deep pink tip. uncut.

?. shigeta harua.

i’m so conflicted. he’s either 4.3 in / 10.9 cm and 3.4 in / 8.6 cm when soft. when hard he’s 4.9 in / 12.4 cm maybe even a perfect 5 in / 12.7 cm when he’s really hard. thickness is like 4.2 in / 10.6 cm. OR i can also see him between yuma and nicho, just with a skinny thickness like kei/euijoo. being 5.3 in / 13.4 cm, in / 11.1 cm when hard. when soft he’s his other possibility of hard 4.9 in / 12.4 cm or 5 in / 12.7 cm and 4.2 in / 10.6 cm. I DON’T KNOW!

extra. prettiest teamie dick! also pale and even toned. bright pink tip. definitely clean shaven. only a little bit smaller than average balls. uncut.

this ate at my brain i wanted it to be as well thought out as possible HARUA SHOW ME THAT DICK NEOW.

back 2 catalog

[elliotsb]

justtt a quick question + a bit of ramble

why r frisk (or chara) always shown w/ knife (ESPECIALLY IN PAPYRUS'S FIGHT) when we don't get one be4 new home? i know that there's plastic one in ruin, buuut not many ppl use it after toriel or even pick up in 1st place, 'cuz it's in the end of ruins & toriel's fight on geno is 1 hit fight. & i'm pretty sure that ppl always swap out toy knife for glove found at the start of location

it's such an epic thing like- there's a genocidal kid, that wiped out ruins w/ stick, all of snowding basically bare hands, undyne w/ FUCKING BALLET SHOES, & boinked to death murderous anime vibes robot w/ frying pan or gun WITHOUT ammo, took robot's anime vibe to fight judge-all-1-base-stat & used those anime vibes to cheat system w/ double slash atk while maybe not using knife (who needs a knife when we have the ultimate stick)

kid that can slash armor using old shoes found in grass... & who knows how long shoes were there & how in the world they r still usable

i feel bad 4 monsters now (not rlly lol) (i wouldn't feel bad 4 myself if i lost fight to 8 years old w/ stick)

[kurooh]

HORNY BRAINROT.

☆ includes: aged up! various characters from bnha

☆ warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread

thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.

sucking on eijirou’s cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.

always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat — he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 hero’s patrols.

sometimes hitoshi can’t sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. he’ll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though you’re in a dream, rarely waking up — occasionally he’ll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.

keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.

despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. he’ll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, he’ll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, he’ll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.

speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.

i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hanta’s on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while he’s thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denki’s fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hanta’s cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.

despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. he’ll sigh shakily, hissing out, “ah— god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!” but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. it’s confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.

drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; he’ll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (it’s also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.

dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whatever’s in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, “shh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? don’t want any of the staff coming in, right?”

sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.

being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. “oh, you’re so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.” if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, “watch yourself cum” or “if you look away, i’ll stop pounding you”

shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.

sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know he’s busy. he’s always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what he’s gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or he’ll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.

phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good — he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. he’ll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, he’ll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).

god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his ‘us vids’ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. “so pretty, god damn.” as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. you’re a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time he’s cumming, you’re begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if you’re okay.

food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug — “tamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.”

[astroyosei]

［愛］bts lovesongs as ur next boyfriend~

　　　　　　　　tarot pick-a-card love prediction!!!

⊹₊ ⋆˙✩ °˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜ ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚. ₊ ˚ʚᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ.

⋅˚₊ ‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ . ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊ 🩰⋆｡˚

✨ safe for minors, non-sexual, fluffy, long + detailed✨

✦　cd-s are numbered from left to right! 1-2-3

✦　don' t know how to choose? stare at a white part of ur screen and choose the cd u feel the most pulled to!

readings coming under!! ready?

💮 CD 1, your...

song is rain by bts! (i love it sm!!!)

✶ wanna listen?

✶ tarot cards are 8 of cups, the hierophant, queen of swords reversed, page of swords reversed, ace of cups🥺

★ scenarios are scared of falling in love in the beginning, trust issues, was heartbroken before, museum dates, making pancakes for breakfast together, appearing in each other's dreams, buying plants together, loving animals, going to pet shops & zoo dates, watching together / sending each other cute animal rescue videos, and talking / dreaming of doing it urselves (but ending up no?), reallyyy long phone calls, physical affection love language!!!, back hugs!!, eyelid & forehead kisses!!, buying or even making matching keyrings / shirts, getting creative together, selling ur own things on etsy? (if really, y'all are so cool thanks for stopping by!!!🥺 you're so appreciated), one partner loving that the other is soo creative and being proud of them, making ocs, fantasy world (books, movies, series), painters / painting, fanfiction writers, cringing but still singing loudly to karaoke, loving k-pop not 'just' bts (heard stray kids, ateez, aespa, ive & monsta x), loving cats, enjoying dark choco together, "we'll have our own home together", going to theater & cinema dates, wanting to introduce each other to ur parents in an instant (or just the one of you? and the other is afraid? no fear, they'll lob u!♡♡♡), someone getting red paper- wrapped chocolate hearts as a present, cleaning glasses (i think both of you wearing glasses), listening to thai pop / love songs

+✶; bonus special message kind, someone is afraid here what their partner gonna say when they get to know about those fics - they'll love it that you're so creative and khm. Since i wanted a cute fluffy reading that's also suitable for minors not gonna say more but they'll love it and getting ideas from them khm khm

★ randoms things are "baby", worm to butterfly transformation symbolism, tulips, little chickens (chicks?), cute snails, butterflies & bunnies, birds chirping, wanting to be good enough / enough alll the time (you are, even if you're not even trying:) no worries love♡), being a maximalist, astrology / astronomy, starry nights, alice in wonderland

✶ emojis are 🏡, 👉👈, 🌷, 💐, 🌼, 🐦‍⬛, 🐦, 😺, 😻, 🪐, ☄️, ✨

+✶; i felt y'all are shy and all giggling, that's your general energy when you're happy, this will be your energy when you'll be getting into this relationship or just when you read this pac? but either way u glowing girl, happy if you liked! gimme like n reblog i wanna be happy too🥺

🪷 CD 2, your...

song is love maze by bts!

✶ wanna listen?

✶ tarot cards are hermit, 4 of wands reversed, 10 of swords reversed, page of pentacles, ace of pentacles

★ scenarios are going to game centers together, late night walks with a light breeze, going shopping together (clothes), both(?) of you interested in fashion and trends, night drives, night dates, looking at the moon together, taking photos of each other, giving confidence and reassurement to each other (hyping each other up), going to empty playgrounds together and swinging, talking about home / parents troubles with each other, trauma bonding, helping each other, talking about your troubles + childhood to each other and crying together, "everytime i try to be myself, it comes out wrong like a cry for help" (heart attack by demi lovato), buying crystals/ minerals together / each other, pet walks (a little, grumpy but curious doggo?), an annoying younger sibling who dislikes u 2 together lol interfering:D, croissant + whipped cream + blueberries for breakfast / after school snack, a summer birthday party, getting nostalgic and tearing up, sharing ur own comfort movies / videos with each other & watching it together, getting (matching) stickers on ur phonecases / camera, apples, cherries, pineapple, kiwi (fruit salad?), someone dislikes cooking?, going to the christmas market, lights, buying lights / a neon sign / a lamp together, loving cats♡

✶ randoms things are starry eyes, owls, turtle symbolism, virgo, scorpio, 333, 555, 777, 7777, 1111, muffins, diamonds or rhinestones (on rings?), rings, long pointy glittery pastel / neon pink nails, red & white striped candy canes, red white royal blue, twilight saga / vampires, narnia chronicles - ik it was a lot oopsie -🐛

— emojis are 🕊️, 💅, 🌌, 🌠, 🌕, ☄️, 🏔️, ❄️, 🌪️, 🗝️, 🫂, 🗺️, 🪬

🌸 CD 3, your...

song is boy with luv by bts!

✶ wanna listen?

✶ tarot cards are lovers, fool reversed, 10 of pentacles reversed, 2 of cups, 7 of cups reversed

★ scenarios are getting shy holding ur hand in the beginning, plenty of laughter, dreaming of wedding & a future together, someone buying red roses, going to candy shop & bakery together, buying baked goods together like cocoa swirl, jam- and cocoa-filled bagel & buns, colourful (flower) claws in ur hair, making different hairstyles (for each other?), braided hair, braiding hair, etsy shopping dates, buying colourful & matching resin rings, sending songs, playlists, poems & memes to each other, "this reminded me of you", "you came to my mind when i heard / saw this", dedicating playlists to each other, emotional intimacy, emotional intelligence, intimancy of being understood, being cherished and supported, getting emotional over gifts, gift giving as a love language, reading poems, romance - dark fantasy books (is it called romantasy now? but i don't like the sound of it sorry), lgbtq+ books, watching anime together, pastel colours (i saw pink first! but all pastels), taking walks together♡, dancing, doing karaoke, going cinema dates, watching firework together and kissing, partying all night (wooo have fun but be careful! - your mom - not but really lol), one direction - best song ever, live while we're young, little things, perfect, "wanna live while we're young", i can feel this one direction thing is gonna divide people so hard lol, so if stg don't resonates with all of you who choose this pac just let it go:)~

★ random things are crescent moon, fireflies, bridges, rainbows, sunshine, anime series (i saw pink colours, pink hair with my mind's eye but i don't know anything about animes so i couldn't associate with anything sorry, hope you can!), red string bracelet / red string of fate!, a sparkling little tiara (princess treatment decoded?;) ), huge fresh pink lilies, apples, pears, fairies, folk tales

✶ emojis are 🎆, 🎇, 💍, 🔐, 🖇️, 🏆, 🥇, 🏹, ❤️, 🎯, 🩰, 👑, 🎀

--end of the readings--

✨if u liked ur reading – like, reblog and comment pls!!!🌙✨

𝖞𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌; i always have fun doing my readings (check out the previous ones here if you'd like here!), but this is my fav i think? like it just came out so naturally, also cute, warm and fuzzy in my opinion🩷

also, most of the time i prefer making my readings in my native language over english, so this is actually the first reading i post in english ! 🥺👉👈 — i had my fears abt it but i think it went well what do you think?:$

𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙;

just for entertainment purposes 🌷 nothing is set in stone, you make your own decisions in ur life 🌷 i'm not responsible for the actions you make based on this reading 🌷 if stg doesn't resonate with you in the reading, please don't start arguing 🌷 it's meant for a different person who choose the same pile as you

𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘;

✦　silver gif divider is from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

✦　silver stars divider is from @saradika-graphics

✦　'continue reading' sign is from @anitalenia

✦　delicate silver chain divider is from @anitalenia as well

✦　cd pics are from pinterest

thank you for your works!♡♡♡

𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘;

wanna meet ur reader?? yes or no?? if yes then

[yapileon]

@TacklersCulers: The Chaotic Teen Serie pt. 4

fcb femení x chaoticteen!reader 3569w pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3

phew! that's a long one, but i'm really proud of it, i've tried to get more comfortable in my pacing, hope u guys like it<3

The grass still smelled the same, bringing back unwanted memories of yesterday’s humiliation. Sweat ran down your forehead as you used your shirt to wipe it off; Ona would be proud of that move. The exhaustion got the best of you and you let yourself flop on the turf, breathing heavily and rolling on your back. Every coach who had ever trained you had told you to walk it off, but there wasn't any scientific evidence of that, and more importantly, there were no coaches around you.

The Barcelona sky was bright blue, though you could spot a few clouds here and there. If you were in a better mood, you’d have tried to guess what object their shape matched. The gentle wind caressed your face and you couldn’t contain a shiver. When you had arrived earlier in the morning, it was still dark, and you had witnessed the sun rise. Yesterday’s mistake pushed you to come to the field early to train. You needed to plunge your head back in the game, and quickly. The taste of humiliation still bitter in your mouth.

You had pushed yourself through multiple sets of drills, though none that would really improve your timing as you were training alone. But still, you knew you needed to run off the embarrassment, so you tackled shadow opponents, working on quickly going up and down. You sprinted until it felt like your legs would fall off. You did so many ball control exercises with intricate cones patterns it made your head spin. The previously pristine pitch now scattered with proofs of your training while you lay sprawled on the ground.

A voice shut up behind you, startling you in the process. “You do know what recovery day means, right?” The blonde had a disapproving tone matching the look on her face. “You’re not supposed to sneak in extra practice.” she finishes sternly. You gave your capitain a sheepish look.

“Running never hurt anyone?” you tried, but it seemed like Alexia wasn’t having any of it. So you followed up, “Why are you here anyways, are you not supposed to be in the recovery room?”

The older woman was not impressed.

“Part of the recovery plan today is to have an activation session.” she glared at you and you felt your body shrink in the dirt. At that, her voice softened when she added “Now stop being snarky and tell me what’s wrong, Cariño.” Her gaze felt heavy on you, like she was trying to see right through you. Maybe she did.

You open your mouth to speak but words are caught in your throat, no sounds leaving the tip of your tongue. Your hands are clenched and you can’t help but stare at them, or really anything but Alexia standing in front of you. The blonde sighed, and gently came to lay with you on the pitch.

Alexia isn’t sure of what to do. For the few days she has known you, you were always such a cheerful and energetic person. You managed to coax smiles out of the most serious players, all because your chaotic aura was incredibly endearing. She guessed your personality might have fooled them all, you’re still only a child after all. Seventeen and so much pressure on your shoulders.

“You’re doing great you know” she starts her voice warm, but you look up at her, frowning.

“I tackled a cone yesterday.” you whisper, words spilling out of your mouth before you could really think about it.

She frowns. “…That’s what it’s about?” her head tilts, giving away her confusion.

“Well, I mean, It’s just…” you struggle to piece together a correct phrase. You look up to see Alexia giving you a gentle, encouraging smile, and somehow it’s enough to send you in a ramble.

“Because, I’m trying really hard! But then I messed up that tackle. And, and! The Mapi cardboard, it was just to be funny, since we had talked about it during team bonding.” You rattled, gesturing without making much sense.

“But fans aren’t happy with me, and they’re right! I’m here to play football, because it’s my job! You guys shouldn’t have to deal with this, we’re not here to have fun, It’s not- I shouldn’t-” Your distress was cut off by Alexia, pulling you in her arms, but you can’t stop yourself. “I just, I should not be making everyone’s life harder,” your voice breaks and you clutch at your captain like your life depends on it.

The blonde gently caresses you back, shushing you and you feel yourself sink into her.

“Why are you apologizing? You have done nothing wrong, I promise you no one is mad at you, for anything. You’ve made us laugh so much in so little time, and we can see you’re working hard,” her voice is full of gentleness, and you can tell she really means it. She gently wipes away some of your tears with her sleeve.

“The cone!” you half sob on her shoulder.

A chuckle escaped Alexia’s lips and she slapped a hand on her mouth, you recoiled, audibly gasping and looking at her with wide eyes.

And the absurdity of the situation hit you like a freight train.

You were somewhere between a laugh and a cry now, “It’s not funny!” you whined, pushing her shoulder with your hand.

“Perdón, Cariño” the blonde chuckled, “It’s just, all this for a cone?”

You pouted, and the captain shook your shoulder slightly, giving them a squeeze.

“You’ve just been promoted to one of the best clubs in the world, you’re fitting in really well, you’ve got potential and Mapi is basically your mentor already, but you’re worried about one failed tackle?” she questioned with a smirk.

You hid your face in your hands. It seemed so stupid said like that, and you felt so embarrassed and vulnerable. Alexia got up, clutching your hand in hers to pull you with her.

“Come on, Diablilla, let’s go get changed before activation begins, sí? ” she awkwardly patted your head and started dragging you toward the locker room. “Oh and, I think Mapi is going to want to see your cardboard soon again, apparently she has many ideas for pictures” she said, her voice mixed with amusement and disapproval while you chuckled.

Alexia really did find you very endearing, and she knew the whole team felt the same way. They just needed to make you understand. It seemed really well timed when Mapi saw you walking in the tunnel and pulled you into her arms.

Her arms squish you into her body, and you give her a weak laugh. When Mapi pulls back and sees traces of tears on your face, she frowns. “¿Estás bien?” she asks you, her face full of concern.

“Better now,” you answer truthfully.

“Actually, Mapi,” you begin, “I wanted to say, thank you. For what you wrote, on the cardboard…You know.” you voice is low and when your eyes meet, you shy away.

When you look back to her though, she’s got a smile going up to her ears, her eyes sparkling. The brunette pinches your cheeks, surprising you.

“Well, look at you being all emotional?” Her voice is full of playfulness and you can tell she’s not going to spot annoying you.

“Mapi! Stop!” you squeal. You two bicker the whole way to the locker room, pushing each other.

She puts her arm over your shoulder and pinches the back of your neck with her thumb and index. “I’m just doing mentor duty, Cariño,” she smirks.

“You’re supposed to be the mature one!” you whine after she tickles you for the third time.

Alexia smiles profoundly seeing you two walking in front of her. You looked so shaken up when she had seen you on the field, she wasn’t sure anything she might tell you would help.

You made your way to the door entry, almost running to escape from Mapi’s rough love. You spotted Ingrid and ran to hide behind her.

“Ingrid! Mapi is annoying me!” you fake a pout.

The Norwegian looks surprised at the forward love you show both Mapi and her. But still, she plays into your game, throwing her arms up to take a more protective role.

“María, leave Skrulla alone.” she says sternly.

Mapi sighs, giving up and going to her place, grumbling bad words at the both of you. You just stick your tongue out at the tattooed woman, earning yourself a disapproving look from Irene. But Vicky’s voice shoots up before you can say anything else.

“Oh Mapi, looks like you’re going to sleep on the couch because of the new kid!” Her voice is teasing, making the whole team bark out a laugh.

You made your way to your locker, still snickering from the scene that had just happened. It felt a bit crazy to you, the way your teammates had managed to get you to calm down from your self deprecating state so quickly. Normally, it would take you days of very rough training to get over a mistake like the one you had done yesterday. Yet, Alexia alone had managed to take so much of the weight off of your shoulders. If the captain of the team, one of the most hardworking people you knew, did not see any trouble with what happened yesterday, then you’d trust her.

You reached for your locker, wanting to get changed in some jogging before going to the activation session, as you won’t be playing football. They mainly consisted of cardio and active stretches.

As you turned the lock open, an avalanche of neon orange and yellow fell in your arms. What felt like close to one hundred cones were spilling from your locker, getting everywhere on you and bouncing off the floor as you tried to catch them.

The whole team laughs as you turn around, mouth wide open and still clutching some of the cones against yourself.

“WHO?!” you scream, still shocked.

“Thought you needed extra tackling practice!” Pina manages to say in between wheezes which sends the team crackling even more. You can feel your cheeks heat up.

“That’s karma for making Ingrid tell off Mapi,” Jana adds, not helping your case.

Then it’s Ona who chimes in, “Looks like Diablilla got tricked,” but you hardly hear them, your eyes get caught into Pina's eyes and she bolts.

“She’s so dead!” you yell as you start chasing Pina, who runs away, still clutching at her ribs from laughing too much.

Pina almost manages to run away until she reaches a dead end in the maze of hallways the stadium is. Instead of letting herself be caught, she simply traces back her steps, feinting you so you can’t trap her, and making a beeline for the locker room, again. You chase her, smirking when you realize her mistake, in the locker room, you’ll be able to trap her.

When Pina bursts through the door of the room where most of your teammates are, quickly followed by yourself, you can hear Caro and Irene telling the both of you off.

But your brain doesn’t register it, you’re too focused on wanting to catch the forward. Pina had spotted Alexia and decided to mirror the situation you were previously in with Mapi and Ingrid, except she literally gripped Alexia and threw her at you, using her like some kind of shield. The look on your captain face is laughable, a mix of shock and bewilderment

“¡Madre mía! Pina, Y/n, Para!” the blonde screams in frustration, trying to separate you like two children fighting.

Except the harsh scolding is enough to distract Pina, giving you time to throw yourself at her, wrestling her to the floor.

Neon colors near you grab your attention, so you pick up one of the flat disks and drop it on top of Pina’s head.

“You got cone-ed!” you squeal, your body vibrating with laughter. You step back and look around the room, everybody is wheezing at your banter. Mapi is absolutely dying from the look on Alexia’s face (who still hasn’t recovered from Pina almost sacrificing her to save her skin) and you’re sure the tattooed woman will never let the captain forget.

Salma and Vicky are snickering while filming the both of you. You’re certain it’s going to be posted on the official fcb account, but you’re laughing so much you can’t bring yourself to be bothered.

Irene shakes her head, “Dios Mío, these kids are more tiring than Mateo.” But the smile tugging at her lips tells you she doesn’t really mean it.

“So, you are all going to inhale for 5 seconds, hold it in for 5 seconds, and then exhale for 5 seconds, we’re going to do it together. Remember to keep your eyes closed.” The yoga teacher said with what she probably thought was a soothing voice.

Apparently, in the weekly recovery session, yoga classes were mandatory. They happened after the activation training, which the coaches probably hoped would help the team settle before yoga. You had gotten through the actual yoga positions well enough. But they were followed by a few minutes of meditation, much to your dismay. Staying still and keeping your mouth close was not something you had ever been good at. Especially not while trying to “clear your thoughts away”. You were sitting in the lotus position, looking around, fully aware you were disrespecting what the instructor had said mere seconds ago.

You audibly sighed when you realized all the women had their eyes closed, deeply uninterested in doing anything else than the breathing exercise. Unfortunately for you, your sigh was heard by Alexia, who opened one eye to shoot daggers at you. You quickly turned your head and shut your eyes. You’d have never guessed the Catalan woman to be so into meditation.

“We’ll redo the same thing, but now, you are going to release all the tension in your body when you exhale,” the teacher continued to dictate.

The collective noise of inhaling was loud in the room full of tranquility.

Suddenly, a piercing screech broke the peacefulness.

“AAAAAAAAAH” you just couldn’t help it, the tension had escaped your body, without meaning to, in a very dramatic way. You froze, not daring to open your eyes and the whole team stilled.

“What was that?!” Mapi exclaimed herself, her voice breaking the silence quickly followed by a snort.

“Did someone just exorcise a demon?” Jana said, faking being scared.

“Someone isn’t feeling very zen,” said Ingrid with an amused voice as she elbowed you in the ribs barely holding in her laughter.

You opened your eyes to see the whole team staring at you, the teacher looked bewildered. You felt yourself sink in the mushy mat, “I didn’t mean to!” you mumbled weakly.

“It’s called the scream it out method! Very trendy,” Pina said, leaning against Patri stile cracking up and you shot her a glare. She was pushing her luck today, and the smirk she gave you confirmed it. The prank war was on.

Even Alexia couldn’t help herself, “That’s certainly not in a yoga manual.”

You let yourself flop back on the mat as you heavily groaned.

“Though I’m sure the tension did leave her body,” replied Frido. You stared at her trying to look annoyed, but the Swedish woman just shrugged, still laughing.

Mapi had apparently managed to calm herself. She had gotten up to plop down next to you. Her eyes were mischievous when said “Why would you just release tension when you can traumatize the entire team by screaming?” and even you couldn’t hold back a chuckle with how proud she looked about her joke.

The “traumatized” team seemed in a very nice mood, all cracking up more as the team continued to pile their jokes on you. You covered your face with your hand, still slightly embarrassed but the chuckle of the whole team made you feel better.

Alexia got up, clapping to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, we’ll stretch out a bit more and then we’re done for the day. And no more screaming, Cariño” she said with a stare. You nodded, giving her an embarrassed smile.

“Wait, that’s all she gets? Last time I did something like that, you made me run 10 laps!” Pina added, looking astonished.

“Only one of us can be the favourite!” you replied. Irene, who was walking behind you, gave you a soft tap on the back of the head making you wince.

“That’s child abuse,” you deadpanned and Irene choked back a snort, giving you a judgmental look.

Mapi and you were exchanging about various defending strategies while you rolled your calves on the foam, frowning when it hit a particular tense spot. The Spaniard was leaning into Ingrid while the Norwegian was chatting with Frido.

The team was scattered into multiple different friend groups and you couldn’t quite believe you had lucked out in the middle of defender heaven. You would have spent more time fangirling about it in your head if you hadn’t been struck with the smartest plan ever.

You knew you wanted to take vengeance for Pina’s prank, but Alexia and Irene, as good captains, were keeping a close eye on you, apparently feeling your prankster aura. But they underestimated your brain, and what you were capable of, really. What was better than being able to mess with someone without them knowing you’d be the one doing it? Ok, tackling an opponent was better. But still, your idea was pretty cool.

A mischievous smile took over your lips as you opened your phone, logging into your fan account to start editing a meme. Once satisfied, you set a timer so it would publish in 10 minutes.

You raised your eyes from the screen to see Mapi staring at you, she was squinting and her head was tilted.

“What is our little Diablilla planning again?” she said with a smirk, loud enough for the two Scandinavians to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re imagining things, Mapi.” you tried to secure your voice as much as possible. You realized using the fan account and posting while surrounded by the team was risky. But you knew nobody has seen you, and with the delayed post? They wouldn’t figure it out. So you placed your phone on the ground, and joined Frido’s and Ingrid’s conversation. You knew both women (all three of them, really) loved coffee, so you couldn’t help yourself when you heard they were speaking about coffee shops.

“Oh! Do you guys know that one place around the corner? I used to go there before practice when I was at La Masia,” you started rambling.

It didn’t seem to bother them though, instead, the women were listening attentively to your story about what you called “the best coffee in the world”. They were so interested in fact, that you all decided you’d go there together tomorrow, and you couldn’t hide the gigantic smile on your face.

The coffee talk was interrupted by Frido’s phone pinging, she picked up the phone, eyes sparkling with interest.

“New post from the TacklerCulers account!” she announced and Ingrid quickly leaned over her shoulder to be able to see the screen.

tacklerculers

posted 36 seconds ago… liked by 259 others.

TacklerCulers: Everybody hold their boots! Pinagoal or, should I say, Spongeboal?

Both women burst out laughing and threw the phone at Mapi so the both of you could have a look too.

“You have to see this!” Ingrid had blurted out between chuckles.

Mapi had looked at them with a curious expression, until her face had changed into one of pure happiness, her eyes crinkling.

“Pina! You’ve been turned into a meme now!” Mapi called out, making the small spanish come running toward you. You gave a knowing chuckle. God, this was even better than you had planned.

“…I don’t know if I should be flattered or annoyed?” she said after being blessed by the sight of that meme.

“Definitely flattered,” you said as innocently as possible, “This is a work of art.”

“This feels like a hate crime.” she shot back, frowning at you.

Frido is laughing harder when she chimes in “It’s already trending, wait till people start showing up to matches with posters of this.” Her statement made Pina frown, putting her hand on her forehead dramatically.

“Actually Pina, that’s really what you looked like,” you add quickly with a smirk.

“Who even runs this account?” the forward shriek, and her eyes narrow at you.

“I’m not brilliant enough I fear,” you reply trying to seem sincere, but you can’t help feeling a cold sweat running down your neck, making the hair stand up, alert.

A few other players had seen the commotion and had come to check it out, eyes full of curiosity. Patri was laughing hard when Frido had tilted the phone to show her.

“The resemblance is uncanny,” she observed.

“I hate you all.” Pina blurted out, sending the whole group gasping for air.

You clutch at your belly from how painful it is to laugh so much. You’re not even trying to hide the fact you’re full on snorting in a loud, uncontrollable way. The joy is warm in your body, filling it delightfully. You’re overwhelmed by a sense of freedom you hadn’t felt in a while, and maybe everything would be ok, after all.

[kentoxo]

friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt. 8

pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami

synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.

warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)

a/n: AHHH im so sorry i was gone for so long! work and school and i got sick again. my luck lately has been quite poor, but here's the next part!! i dont think its quite well written but i hope you all think its good! thank u again for ur support, kindness, and patience :) (sorry i say thank you so much, cant help myself!)

all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7,

December | Tokyo, Japan | Wednesday

You should have worn more lotion. 

The unkind cold and threatening winds made your trek to work excruciatingly more difficult. Surely you made it, but had to get blind by the flurries of snow in the process. You take your time in the lobby, stomping aggressively down at the weather mats to remove all the snow and ice from your boots. You shake yourself like a wet dog to get the snow off your coat, too. The lobby men chuckle at you, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

It’s been rough to do so, after all. Considering you got rejected twice by the same man, you needed all the serotonin you could get. You spent hours crying, which only halted when you finally passed out. The heartbreak exhausted you, given how dark your eyes were, and how hollow your chest has felt since then. The worst part about all of it is that despite everything, you still had Nanami’s coffee in mind. 

It floated in your mind to go to the cafe and get him a cup. But you have to remember that he has other assistants who know his coffee order now. You were now one of few who knew it. 

To have your relationship seen as just boss/assistant by the other participant felt like punishment. A large sigh left your lips when you exited the elevator on your floor. Shivers tickled your body as you begrudgingly walked over to your desk. It was warm in the office, enough for you to take solace in. 

You begin to turn on your computer and prepare your desk, before being interrupted by two hands slamming down your desk. You look up to find a panting (and exhausted) Haibara. “Yu?” You whisper worriedly. “Is everything okay?”

“He lost the flashdrive,” Haibara lets out. “The presentation… it’s missing.” 

Your eyes widen, “Nanami? But… how?” Of all people, Nanami was never one to lack in anything, especially in organization. He was always sharp and aware of where all his things were. You never had to concern yourself with assignments getting lost because Nanami is too diligent.

“We– we um, drank last night…?” Haibara reluctantly confesses. “We both got home quite late… he might not have his whole head on.”

Without another word, you swiftly leave your desk and rush over to Nanami’s office, with Haibara following closely behind. On your way towards his office, you see all of Takada’s assistants outside of his office, their expressions full of concern. You make your way through them and knock on his door gently. 

“What?” Nanami’s annoyed tone rang through the door. 

“It’s Y/N,” you reply, ignoring his attitude. 

Quick shifting was sound behind the door before the doorknob began to turn. The door opens to reveal a disheveled Nanami. Despite his usually refined features, his unkempt hair and unbutton shirt was quite distracting. The shadows line his collarbone and the darkness under his eyes add to the intensity in his struggling, hazel eyes. He leaned against the door frame, his eyes slightly lighting up from your presence. There was some sort of relief in his eyes, but it was still drowned out by anxiety. 

“Please, please tell me you have a copy?” Nanami practically begs.  

You feel a lump in your throat from seeing his desperation. Not even you can be dismissive to his plea. “I–I was instructed not to keep an extra copy. It’s confidential, so I didn’t…” 

Nanami let out a quiet ‘fuck,’ retreating slowly back towards his desk. “Don’t worry, I’m not upset with you. I’m upset with myself because you’re right and I’m simply irresponsible…” He leans back against his desk, defeatedly holding himself up with his hands firmly down on the desk behind him. He looks distantly to the floor, a sight you never thought you’d ever see. 

The confident, sharp Nanami was now at his wits’ end. 

“Do you remember when you last had it?” You ask quietly. 

“I had it in my coat pocket on my way here,” he recalls quietly, “I still had it when I got off the train, so it must be outside around the area.” 

“But with all that snow…” Haibara begins, the defeat clearly on his tongue. 

You let out a sigh, emitting a calm apology before dismissing yourself. Once you were out of sight, you ran towards the elevator, practically beating the button until it arrived to you. You impatiently wait as you descend, your body already feeling the cold from outside. Even maintenance couldn’t believe their eyes as they watched you run out from the lobby, and into the harsh weather. 

It was a bit embarrassing for you. You were always there to fix Nanami’s scarce mistakes, or prevent them. Even after he broke your heart twice, here you are, outside in the freezing cold, without any garments to protect you from it. You could feel your body beginning to go numb from the seconds you were outside. 

Your exposed legs were inches deep in the snow, your frigid hands sifting desperately through the snow. Why? You asked yourself. Why, why, why? You were freezing, the weather was harsh, and this flash drive is as small as a roach. Why were you doing all of this? 

As you shoveled through the snow, you were finally able to feel how you were feeling after facing Nanami again. You were able to keep yourself from crying, but you wanted to cry profusely. Your boss, your crush, was stressed out over a mistake he made, and it didn’t even make you feel better. Unfortunately, your feelings were too weaved into his, and you felt the stress he is feeling. 

It bothered you to see him stressed. So much so, your body moved on its own and now it was in the cold, looking for the solution to Nanami’s problem. You didn’t even stay idle for a moment while in his office. Perhaps, the reason why you were helping him was because since you met Nanami, he has always been someone to work for his team. 

But you know for sure part of it was that you never want to see him like that again.

Taking on projects on his own to keep his other colleagues working in low piles. Working with clients he personally isn’t a fan of to make sure the company grows. Providing breakfast and lunch when important meetings arise to make sure everyone at least eats well before torturous work. He was strict, but never a mean person. And to that end might explain why you still felt the way you did. 

However, 

Your respect for him goes above your feelings. A hard piece of plastic was barely felt between your fingers, but they were able to hold onto it firmly. The small flash drive, covered in a bit of snow, still glowed green when you pushed up to reveal the USB. You promptly make your way back in, the warmth barely penetrating the cold you developed while being outside. 

I’m gonna get sick, you thought to yourself. As you passed through the lobby, you noticed Nanami’s clients getting checked in at the lobby. You hurry to the elevator, pushing aggressively at the close button so they didn’t have a chance to get there at the same time you did. You move your legs in place, attempting to regain some warmth. While you ascended, you purposely pushed the buttons of the floors you passed to delay their arrival. Finally reaching your level, you rush out to go to the other free elevator. As you did, you were met with a concerned Haibara. 

“H-hey!” Haibara calls to you, but you ignore him and shove the flash drive into his hand. But as you did, he noticed that you were frozen and kept his hands around yours. “You… found it? Did you go outside? Without a coat? Y/N, you’re freezing!” 

Oh, how you wished you fell for Haibara instead. You pull away your hand, quickly entering the other elevator and slamming your hands on the buttons. You look up at Haibara, your bottom lip blue and quivering. “Take it to Nanami,” you say roughly, your voice hoarse from the little warmth in your body. “Your clients. They’re downstairs. Hurry up.”

Haibara holds onto your arms, noticing that you could barely keep yourself up, “yeah, fuck the clients. You look like you’re going to pass out.”

“Please,” you look up at him desperately, tears welling in your eyes. It was already enough that you felt stupid for even looking for the flashdrive in this state. But even Haibara couldn’t push away the hurt and stress in your own eyes. “I’ll be fine… please help Nanami finish this.” 

“Let me at least walk you to your desk–” 

“I got her!” You both look over to see Tae run over, his apron dancing left and right from not being properly tied in the back. He quickly takes hold of you, looking up at Haibara to give him a curt nod in replacement of a proper bow. “Resume your work, Haibara-sama. I can tend to her.” 

Tae held you close enough that you could feel his warmth. It was intoxicating almost, the solace of his heat and the scent of pine needles emanating from his body. The fresh scent of linen coming from his black sweatshirt made you feel a little nostalgic but uneasy. You could still feel the cold taking you over, your entire body shivering. His hands firmly held you without squeezing you tightly. 

Haibara looks down skeptically, but you wave at him. “Please go,” you croak, coughs finally leaving your throat. “I’ll be fine.” You could see that you didn’t quite persuade him, but for the sake of Nanami, he nodded. 

He eyes Tae, a rare serious aura surrounding him, “get her to a doctor if she needs it. I’ll be back as soon as the presentation ends. Please make her something hot, like hot cocoa or soup.” Tae nods, allowing Haibara to run back towards Nanami, who was probably drowning in his own anxiety. 

“‘m sorry to inconvenience you like this, Tae,” you whisper, your body still shaking and twitching from the cold. “But thank you for that.” 

“No worries, please don’t exert yourself,” Tae softly warns. He tightens his hold on you before slowly walking you over to the cafe. Though you didn’t have enough trust to close your eyes, you did have enough to hold his sweater, confident that he won’t let you fall. “Let me help you. After all, you helped me first. Come, the cafe is just around the corner.” 

The relief on Nanami’s face was truly meant to be displayed in a museum. 

He held onto the flashdrive tightly, mentally scolding himself from ever dropping it in the first place. He forces it into the projector, and everything was set up for the clients to come in moments. He noticed that the flash drive was not only still cold, but slightly wet. “Was it outside in the snow?” 

Haibara nods as he fixes up the conference table a bit. It was ornate with drinks, snacks, and notetaking items for their clients to use and enjoy. “The snow is really growing by the inch out there. This winter is brutal.” 

“It truly is unkind out there,” Nanami sighs, his eyes looking through the window. “I hope you grabbed your coat before going out there.” 

Haibara shakes his head, “it wasn’t me who found the flashdrive; it was Y/N. I caught her at the elevator, and she was the one who handed it to me.” 

Nanami slightly perks up at your name, “did she really?” 

“She left straight from your office to go find it,” Haibara says quietly, “but she didn’t even bring a sweater. She was completely frozen when I saw her.” 

This left a pit in Nanami’s stomach. “Why did she not bring a coat? She’s more rational than that.” 

Haibara lets out a sigh, “who’s to say, Kento. Y/N works very hard to do right by you and this company. I think she’d do whatever it takes in order to make sure you and this department shines.” 

“Disregarding her health is not why she’s here,” Nanami huffs strictly. “Where is she?” 

“I left her with the barista you hired,” Haibara informs, “my guess is he took her to the cafe to warm her up.” 

Nanami’s eyes cut over to Haibara, burning through his soul. Despite this, Haibara still didn’t see his eyes. “You left her with a stranger?” 

“A stranger you hired,” Haibara clarifies. “Anyways, Y/N insisted I come help you. I’d probably make her feel worse if I didn’t.” 

There was a rare annoyance that Nanami never felt. You were always conscious of yourself, and others. Nanami always noticed when you would help someone with a large pile of papers, or when you applied bandages to blisters due to your heels. But more times than not, you never shied away from a challenge, and never hesitated to help someone whether they asked or not. 

But now you were far from him, and he couldn’t do anything to help you. He had this stupid presentation to do, rather than be by your side and tend to you. After all, you truly were the reason behind his success. The reason for his reduced stress, and a direct asset to his department. You did so much for him, only to be given a shred of that effort. He was feeling guilty, not only for being unaware of his feelings towards you, but the immense disregard he had for your own feelings and effort in this company. 

You were his dear assistant, and he was breaking you. 

“I’ll be back,” Nanami hums, rushing out of the conference room. Haibara looks back and follows right behind him, surprised by his sudden dash. 

Nanami, the meeting!” Haibara calls out to him, “you can’t do this right now!” 

His response was silence as he reached the corner towards the cafe. As he appears in the opening, his hazel eyes relentlessly looked for you. But when he stumbled upon you, his concern and annoyance skyrocketed. 

You were lying on one of the couches at the cafe, surrounded by a few of the baristas there. They all comforted you, as you lay under a few blankets. But Nanami noticed that below all of that, you were covered by a large, black crewneck. On your head, a beanie as well. And sat on a stool right in front of you with a hot coffee cup was Tae, the barista he hired. Nanami noticed the warmth in his eyes when he looked down at you, with a free hand out to you. Your boss felt a lump in his throat when he saw you take his hand, helping you sit up to take the cup from him. Tae kept his hand on the bottom of the cup while you sipped it cautiously. 

His chest felt like someone was pushing it down, his breath was limited. His heart, at the same time, was punching against it as well, almost as if it was going through a two-front war. He looks down at his hands, adjusting the sleeves at both of his wrists. He needed to reach you– sooner rather than later. And now looked like the perfect opportunity. 

But before he could take another step, the elevator behind him opened, and the entourage of clients he was expecting stood before him, all smiles. Haibara catches up and pats Nanami’s back, forcing him to turn around as they both curtly bow in greeting. A vein protruded Nanami’s temple, and Haibara looked back to see what he was looking at. 

What he saw made him crack a small smile, his energy returning to him as he led the clients and an annoyed Nanami towards the conference room. 

Taglist: [Now Closed]

@blossomedfloweroflove @numblytemporary @everyoneandtheirmothers @animechick555 @inthedarkshadows000

@m-arj-1 @julk4e @hadassery @swoozleee @angxlsatvrn

@v1x3n @s-witch-bitch @furgusonn @watyousayin @thechaoticarchivist

@simp-manhwa @5sos-wdw @ffyona1214 @phantombaby @evangel44xxcds

@ukiyodestiny @jasminelee324 @eurydxceorphxus @moonlightazriel @s3rp3ntsssc0ve

@dusty-dweller @wifenanami @bokuatsubro @ayesayman @starry-eyed--dreamer

[viperify]

oneshots | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ

Saving You.

Short Summary: Returning to Hogwarts didn’t go quite as expected. You soon realize as to why Tom and Draco tried keeping you away from the only place you were sure to be safe at…

Warnings: violence, death, torture (not too descriptive)

A/N: Three long months have passed… thank u everyone for being patient! I know this is pretty short, however… there will be one final part!! (Which hopefully won’t take me three months to write���)

wordcount: 1,5k

Read PART 1 and PART 2 before! <3

part 4

Darkness. Silence. Hopelessness.

Feelings you wished to leave behind when you exited the cabin and made your way through the woods, returning to the only place you thought you’d be somewhat safe—Hogwarts. 

Yet, when you did, everything had changed.

Hogwarts was no longer the sanctuary you knew it to be. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were long gone, off to find the remaining Horcruxes. The Order couldn’t resume their work as before under the rule of death eaters at school. However, the issue that was most difficult to overcome proved to be the certification of blood status—something you, being muggle-born, of course, didn’t have.

Many people told you to leave and return home to your family. Yet, you refused and faked your blood status in order to be able to attend school. For you, it was never about education, it was about doing what’s right—trying your best to support the Order in every way you could.

To questions on where you had been, why you had disappeared for weeks, you only replied with made-up excuses. Excuses they luckily didn’t question any further.

Weeks passed—weeks of emotional stress, hiding, making yourself as small as possible. Defence Against the Dark Arts class was the worst. The Carrow twins did not take it easy on students. Practicing dark arts, having older students torture first-years. And if you did not follow their command, you’d be the one taking the curse instead.

So, when your body ached at night, keeping you awake, your mind wandered. Thinking of your time in the cabin, where yes, you were lonely, but you were safe. Safety—something they promised you by staying with them. And now—you understood what they meant. What they tried to indirectly warn you about.

Tom and Draco—who you once thought to be your enemies—had tried to protect you from all of this.

But now—you were on your own. Ever since you left the cabin, you had not seen them again. They didn’t show up to classes, never sat in the Great Hall for dinner—until you realized they weren’t there at all.

Tom and Draco were quick to take notice of your disappearance. At first, they tried looking for you, though soon they realized it was too late, that you had already made it back. Would you have stayed if they had informed you about what was going to happen? They both knew you wouldn’t have, that it would only have made it worse. After all, that was what they liked about you—your unwavering loyalty to your closest friends.

So they let you go.

A decision they regretted as soon as both of them were told they would no longer be able to visit classes—not until the war was won from their side. With the Vanishing Cabinet fixed, they had other, more urgent tasks to tend to outside of Hogwarts. This meant they couldn’t keep an eye on you, even if they wanted to. Knowing your non-magical background and that you would be in constant danger made the thought of leaving you alone even harder to tolerate.

Yet none of you knew that your reunion would come sooner than anticipated.

Soon after the trio returned, informing the rest of the Order about the remaining Horcruxes, chaos broke out. Many of the younger students had already left, and while Harry tried finding the last Horcrux hidden inside the castle, professors and students put up resistance against advancing forces. You too tried your best to help, heading deeper into the castle to cover another entrance—by yourself.

And you were almost there—when a pair of strong arms pulled you into an empty classroom before you could react properly. With your wand raised, ready to defend yourself, you took in your surroundings, only dimly lit by the last few weak sun rays on the horizon. But the moment you saw who it was, you lowered your wand again.

Tom. Draco.

“What— what are you doing here?” You stammered, taking a step back.

They were wearing the same clothes they wore on the night you followed them into the forest, a painful reminder that you were fighting on opposite sides.

Tom was the first to speak. “There is a lot we have to talk about—first and foremost, you left. Why you were able to leave—is on us,” his head turned slightly, a dangerous glow in his eyes as he glanced at the blonde, “on Draco, to be exact. However, you didn’t follow our instructions. Again.”

“You left me in the dark about all of this,” you snapped, brows drawing together in irritation. “You can’t expect me to stay if I don’t know what is going on.”

“Telling you wouldn’t have made you stay,” Draco remarked, his expression softening slightly.

You scoffed, turning around to leave. You had better things to do than to argue. Knowing them, it could have very well been a distraction or another trap. Although they had shown you their true intentions by now, you still found yourself too weary to trust them completely.

A firm hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Tell us. Tell us to get you out of here, and we will. Draco and I will take you somewhere safe. I don’t beg—but for fuck’s sake, please. Please let us protect you.”

The genuine sincerity in Tom’s voice told you all you needed to know. Their intentions were pure. However, you couldn’t leave. The Order needed you, needed every person they could possibly have. Your decision had been made a while ago, and they wouldn’t be able to change it, even if it guaranteed your safety.

“I am staying. You know they need me.” You exhaled deeply, eyes flicking between the both of them. They exchanged a glance, yet didn’t interrupt you. “Whatever happened between us isn’t going to influence my decision. I want to stay and fight. For my friends, for the people who took me in when no one else did. I am free to choose—and I choose this.”

Tom’s jaw clenched and Draco’s blue eyes darkened at your words. “That you are.” They agree, but the words tasted bitter as they spoke them. “We will be watching over you.”

You raised a brow. “Surely they need you on their side.”

Draco took a step forward. “Sweetheart, if we were on their side, do you really think we would try everything in our power to save you from this?”

Your head turned slightly as you heard someone call your name down the corridor, most likely looking for you. A sigh fell over your lips. You could do this. You were determined. Even if this was the last thing you did, it would be for a good cause.

“I have to leave. They need me.”

When they didn’t respond, you turned, leaving them behind. A cool breeze hit you as you exited the classroom, making sure nobody was close before you continued your way.

It wasn’t long before the guards outside were broken, forces entering the castle. You fought bravely alongside others, defending everything that was dear to you. And it worked out well—until it didn’t.

You don’t exactly know how it happened—but you were by yourself. Facing two death eaters at once.

Naturally, you tried backing off, finding a place to hide. You could very well duel one, but two? It would take advanced dueling skills for you to win this match unharmed, and while you were by no means a bad duelist—you were missing the courage to do so.

So you turned, hurrying your way through the dark and empty corridors as quickly as you could. But they were too fast, and you, already exhausted from the ongoing fighting, didn’t have enough energy to escape. Curses and spells were fired after you, some of them only narrowly missing you. One lucky aim later, and there was only one of them left following you—though the relief wasn’t meant to last.

The second caught up too quickly, and before you knew it, a curse struck you from behind, having you trip, knees hitting the floor as you fell, curling up as an agonizing wave of pain spread through your body, making it impossible for you to move any further.

Then, he was there, right beside you, victoriously aiming his wand at you.

That’s it, you thought.

It’s over.

—“Avada Kedavra!”

But the curse never hit you. You were breathing. You were alive.

Instead, the death eater’s lifeless body collapsed to the ground with a loud thud. Your eyelids fluttered open then, but your surroundings were blurry, ears ringing as your consciousness slowly faded.

The last thing you remembered was someone carefully scooping you up, strong arms carrying you away from the scene.

“Shhh. We got you.”

Then—darkness.

Tags for part 3: @leviathans-fish, @riddleswhcre, @poppetbaby02, @mageprincess7, @charliegracebrown, @grandeoatmilklatte, @juliet-017, @shinytalent, @noisytravelerpizza (genuinely I am sorry this took so long I LOVE YOU THANK U FOR BEING PATIENT and I promise pt 4 won’t take this long and be… more interesting🤭)

[cntloup]

one-night stand You can't resist Simon's unintentional charm mention of trauma, thoughts of getting killed

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Your friends notice your gaze occasionally drifting onto something afar as you try to engage in their conversation. 

There's a tall burly figure standing by the bar, holding a glass of bourbon while his elbow rests on the counter.

There's something subtly alluring about him, exuding masculinity and gruffness. 

And there’s a hint of pain in his eyes, a heavy weight on his shoulders, you come to notice as your gaze lingers on him through the night. 

And you feel each one of the scars adorning his face and hands has a story behind it. 

He has a story, you think to yourself. 

He has noticed the set of eyes on him long before he decides to finally give you some attention. 

He just didn’t think much of it before since he deemed you harmless, used to the gazes and glares of strangers. 

And finally his eyes meet yours, profound stare burning through your soul, his intense glare melting you as the bright shining sun, but you can’t bring yourself to look away. 

And you find yourself gravitating more and more towards him as you take each step in his direction as if enchanted by a siren’s song. 

Until you’re inches away from him, your eyes locked onto each other, neither of you daring to look away as if you do, the other person will disappear. 

You both feel the captivating pull, the igniting flames between you and you both feel like you have found what you were looking for all your lives. 

His hand comes up to softly caress your cheek and he leans in until his lips are beside your ear, “Your place or mine, love?” he murmurs, voice low and dark, sending a wave of shivers down your body and making the aching heat between your legs almost unbearable. 

“Whichever’s closer.” you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper like he has knocked the air out of your lungs by his mere presence. 

And you find yourself on his bed, mewling and whimpering under his bulky weight as he rolls his hips into yours, reaching far deep inside you like you could never even imagine, like no other man could ever reach. 

He tenderly kisses your body, your skin so delicate and soft under his rough hands and scarred lips. 

Your mind is lost in a euphoric haze as he treads the line of fucking and making love, balancing the contradicting notions like no other man ever could. 

He fucks you like no other man ever could, the sweet ache lingering on your body and in your mind the day after, long after you have left. 

And his mind is encompassed by you, his senses captivated by your allure, beauty and grace. 

He reaches out again. He found the piece of paper with your number on it on the pillow the day after. He simply can’t stay away from you anymore. 

He spent a long time struggling with himself, wrestling with the thoughts of getting closer to you,

knowing fully well how the people who get close to him end up and the thought of you ending up with a bullet in your head like the rest of his family replay in his mind,

the doubt in his heart that whether or not he will be a good partner at all gnaw at him constantly. 

He knows that he’s no good for you, you deserve far better than him. 

But he knows you want him too, the ghost of your tender touch and fiery kiss still present on his skin, etched onto his soul.

And he's been the only thing occupying your mind all this time, utterly enamored by him.

And your heart nearly skips a beat as your phone rings with an unknown number, hoping that it’s him.

new series?👀

[peppertoastuniverse]

more than a late night snack – gojo satoru chapter 8: strawberry shortcake

contents: gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru & reader, ieri shoko & reader, extreme friendship, swearing, fluff, gojo just being a brat, jealous!gojo, gojo calls you babe.

summary: when gojo finds that he’s surprisingly irritated observing your growing friendship with geto, ieri has some advice for him. wc: 6.2k

“but seriously next time I get to choose the movie – “ “oh big talk coming from the guy who chose the movie where we both instantly fell asleep.” gojo raises an eyebrow, falling asleep together? was there something that suguru wasn’t telling him? he told gojo everything, what would there be to hide – unless.. and you, the playfulness in your tone – he’s never heard you like this before.

previous chapter ll master list ll next chapter

gojo sighs heavily, his lonely footsteps echoing down the dark hallway. a week long mission alone? pfff easy – it was a mere grade 2 but the real difficulty lay in fighting the never ending boredom.  if someone – shoko or suguru or you –  were there with him it would’ve been way more fun. he wouldn’t have had to rely on watching shitty hotel tv or playing snake on his phone for the hundredth time. gojo was restless, he wanted something to do, someone to talk to, someone to bother. a specific someone.

reaching in to his pocket for his phone, he feels the cool beads of his matching phone charm. and he thinks about you.

would you be up right now? maybe he should go see you, say hi, hear your voice again - no, no – it’s too late, you must be trying to sleep.

lately, gojo realises that he easily found you in almost everything. while he was on his mission his thoughts often wandered to you: how would’ve enjoyed the oden he had at that small booth in takayama. when he took a photo of his meal and sent it to you, he couldn’t help his satisfied smile when you uncharacteristically responded quickly, asking where he got it from. he made a mental note to remember the stall to bring you one day. he thought about you when he passed the ads in town of the sequel to that sci-fi movie you mentioned last week, maybe you would watch it with him. he thought that time when he carried you to bed as he lathered his hands with the hotel room soap, lavender in the air – another reminder of you.

over the past couple of weeks, gojo was happy to see that you were returning to your usual self. he wasn’t sure what changed but he was happy that you had that light in your eyes return. you smiled when you talked to ieri in class again, laugh loudly when you would tease geto again and playfully roll your eyes and scoff at his comments again. he was even more pleased that you started responding to his texts more often, sure there were usually only a few words in response – but it was still something.

opening his flip phone, he checks his messages hopefully:  

gojo: b <3 what u doingggg (2:31pm) omg so boring here (2:34pm) hehe look at this looks like a butt [image]  (2:31pm) ♡ grumpy lil babe ♡ gross gojo (3:45pm) gojo: ( • ᴖ • ｡) wyddddd (3:47pm)

♡ grumpy lil babe ♡ reading (3:50pm) gojo: what r u reading (4:15pm) do u miss me yet??? (4:23pm) dw im heading home soon  (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ (4:23pm) ♡ grumpy lil babe ♡: be safe   (4:30pm) gojo: dw b, im the strongest  ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ im the best the most handsome (4:25pm)  ♡ grumpy lil babe ♡:  stop gojo (4:30pm)

a reverberating thud followed by a familiar muffled laugh interrupts his thoughts, bringing him back to the dark hallway.

what was that?

“suguruuuu! stop – i swear to god, i’m going to murder–“ a playful muffled voice.

eh? it was definitely coming from next door. was that.. was that you and suguru? 

your door promptly opens, warm light spilling out into the darkness of the hallway. gojo sees the surprising sight of his best friend exiting your room/

what was he doing there at this hour?  usually you’d be trying to sleep at this time.

why were you up?  

“but seriously next time I get to choose the movie – “

“oh big talk coming from the guy who chose the movie where we both instantly fell asleep.”

gojo raises an eyebrow, falling asleep together? was there something that suguru wasn’t telling him? he told gojo everything, what would there be to hide – unless.. and you, the playfulness in your tone – he’s never heard you like this before.

“oh really? if I can recall, you said quote “that was the best nap ever, suguru!!” when you woke up.” geto’s smug voice light with laughter, pitched up playfully mimicking your intonation.

gojo moves closer to source of the lively chatter, finding geto stalling by the threshold of your room, dressed down in comfortable clothes, loose hair, with a soft smile on his face.

gojo would’ve laughed at his strangely accurate impression of you if he didn’t feel his blood pressure rising, sourness coating his stomach, acidic and fuming. what were you and suguru doing in there? were you - “i didn’t say it like that, dumbass!” you scoff  “that was only because I had just come back from yokohama but you have no excuse –" "dude you were snoring so lou –“, he hears the shuffle of your feet as you move closer to pinch geto’s arm before stopping, noticing him. “ouch! don’t pinch me – oh hey satoru!” geto turns to greets him, rubbing his arm, eyes shooting you a bemused eyebrow quirk. geto’s methodical amethyst eyes quickly sweep over gojo’s tall frame, a smile adorns his face as he confirms that his best friend is predictably unharmed.

your head pops out of side of your door, dressed in comfortable pajamas, hair messy and tousled falling over your eyes.

“oh hi, gojo.” you say nonchalantly, eyes flickering to his face before quickly looking back at geto, “sugu, next time don’t forget the snacks,” you say with a slight pout.

“okay, okay. I wont next time, promise.” geto says shaking his head with a smile, “how was the mission, satoru? simple?” he conversationally adds, smacking gojo’s shoulder.

“easy as usual … and what were you guys up to tonight?” his eyebrows wiggle, “ha babe, if we’re going to share –  I want suguru on monday to –“

“pfff gojo, he’s not a child of divorce.”

gojo doesn’t miss the way you dodge his question.

he whines your name, “do we need to take this to court?”

a cheeky smirk dances on your lips, “you just want suguru to call you daddy.”

geto snorts before meeting your eyes in a shared mischievous glee that gojo doesn’t miss to his annoyance.

gojo’s eyes twinkle in return easily matching your mischief, “oooh babe, does that mean you’re momm–“

“good night, suguru.” you deadpan, rolling your eyes in gojo’s direction. he feels his geto’s eyes burning a hole through the side of his face, his smug smile is a bit too knowing for gojo’s liking, prompting a questioning look from latter.

“whaaaaaat?” he says exasperatedly. here we go again. suguru with his bullshit.

gojo hates it when he gets like this, all high and mighty like geto was privy to a secret. “you’re an idiot you know that?”

“sugu, just out with it.” he sighs, hands weaving through his hair.

“y’know satoru, there’s easier ways to get their attention without being annoying.” geto says tilting his head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, dude.“ slender arms crossing his chest as gojo glances at your closed door.

geto rolls his eyes at his best friend’s stubbornness. for someone blessed with the six eyes, he was really blind.

“i’m just saying, man.” geto says smacking gojo’s shoulder as he passes, heading into his room to the right of gojo’s.

narrowed blue eyes follow geto’s receding figure before turning the doorknob to his own entrance way and strolls in, huffing as he walks in. what did suguru know anyway?

you sighed as you opened your door, tossing your school bag on your desk without a care. you stretched with a groan, rolling your shoulder to ease the tension that your fatigued body carried throughout the day.  it was nearing the end of a long week –  extra practices and lessons coupled with the shorter days of the autumn left you feeling more fatigued that usual. but despite the creeping darkness of the day, you felt lighter. you were sleeping better than ever – you were thankful that you didn’t have as many nightmares as before. perhaps it had to do with the growing comfortability you felt with ieri, geto and gojo. you remember the conversation you had with gojo: he was right, it was weird having friends. it still surprised you when geto would call you out of the blue or when ieri would get an extra coffee just for you. when you didn’t have anyone you had more time, more peace –loneliness cushioning your pounding thoughts.  but recently you found that you were busier than ever. ieri would want you to accompany her into town because she wanted your opinion on the new lipsticks that just came out. you’d laugh when she bought both anyway.  geto would gently knock on your door asking if you wanted to go for a walk with him on the school grounds, listening intently as you told him about your day. gojo would constantly text you sending you photos of anything that he thought would make you laugh or he would pop by whenever he pleased, moaning about being bored or wanting a cuddle with bun bun. you always had someone to talk to, voices in your head being replaced with boisterous laughter.

stretching out on your bed, you stared at the ceiling wondering what ieri was up to. maybe you’d call her to see if she wanted to do something.

you flip open your phone to check your messages, unconsciously playing with the black beads of your phone charm. on your screen you hum as you see the usual messages from gojo which you ignore in favour for the one from ieri.

ieri shoko: come w us to that café I was talking about at break (5:04pm) btw us is satoru, sugu, me n u come, don’t b boring (5:15pm)

ah. right. she mentioned to you that she wanted to try that cozy café in shibuya that she saw, the one with the cute lights and the pretty drinks.

you: what time? (5:17pm) ieri shoko: in 30 (5:18pm)

getting up with a groan you begin to get ready, the promise of a matcha latte energizing you.

after appropriately layering up to match the fall weather, you hear your doorknob turn - 

“heyyyy, y’ready or what?” your head whips to the tall white haired disturbance.

 “would it kill you to knock, gojo?” you snap, your hands buttoning up your coat.

­“I did! but you were taking too long!” gojo grins, moving into your room, swinging his arms, rocking back and forth on his feet.

“what if I was changing or something?”

he smiles brashly, “heh, then that’d be even better– “  

you roll your eyes. “don’t you dare finish that sentence, gojo, ugh.” lips pursing.

his slender hands up in defense, “im just joking, babe – really! how low is your opinion of me” he pouts, his whole body drooping at your expression, “I wouldn’t do that to you, I swear.’ he hastily says trying to rectify of your unmoving frown and unimpressed stare.

“…you forgot this, by the way. “ ah, that’s where it went. he gently holds out your scarf bundled up in his left hand, caressing as if it was a secret shared between the two of you.

“you uh, left it on my desk the last time..” he mutters, moving closer to you, he takes the scarf in his hands and drapes the soft fabric around you, a hug he didn’t have the courage yet to give you. “.. are you feeling better now..?” you hum, trying to distract yourself from the sudden wave of nervousness you feel. the combined softness of the scarf around your exposed neck and the strange tenderness of his gaze was enough to make you feel unsteady. “mhm, yeah much better –  i can breathe again, all thanks to you.” he says brightly, blue eyes focused on your scarf. looking up at him, you couldn’t help but notice how close he was, the air in your room growing heavier when electricity. you observe how his eyes narrowed slightly in concentration, trying to recreate the exact way you wore your scarf in sapporo. he had a freckle on the side of his left cheek – you hadn’t noticed that. you wonder what it’d feel like against your palms or against your lips, if your fingers traced his lips would it remind you of the way – 

what was wrong with you? you almost cringe at your own intrusive thoughts – this was gojo. the dumb boy who poked your cheeks to get your attention, who loudly teased you about the stupidest things, making your head spin with ridiculous requests and crazy plans of mischief.  satoru gojo: just another boy, just like everyone else, just another dumb boy. satoru.  

he senses your stare, meeting your eyes, “hm?” “you good? it looks like you’re in pain or something.” “i..uh, yeah.” you clear your throat, leaning closer to him. “uh, i’m good, are you good?” his eyes flicker to your lips. soft. pretty.

“m’ good.” he smiles at you. you wish he wouldn’t. “ta da! now you won’t get cold anymore.” he softly grins, remembering how you shivered in sapporo. he wouldn’t mind having to warm up again though he thinks, the admittance simultaneously confusing him and bringing him comfort. you hum, looking up at him.  his hands still holding the ends of your scarf around your neck, hands unable to let go. “y’know, babe.. I–“ a soft knock on your door.

“that’s probably them,” you whisper, still staring at him. “mhm, we should go,” his hands dropping hesitantly from your scarf, moving to brush some hair out of your face. you close your eyes sighing, you didn’t know what was going on with you – lately you’ve been more willing to withstand gojo’s company. you found yourself laughing more around him, not even minding his crude jokes and annoying pouts.

this was uncharted territory for you – having friends, having anyone – you had to be careful. now you had something to lose, you had to be prepared for the inevitable.  your hands twitch at the thought of his.

“I told you sugu, it’s because you keep eating that kimchi, it’s gone off I swear – “

“– uh huh, you sure about that? i gave you some the other day and you didn’t have any stomach issues –“

gojo ears perk up hearing your playful tone, watching you and geto walk in front of him and ieri. the autumn sun low and waning, doing little to warm his pale face. he thinks the cold weather is the reason why his fists keep clenching.

were you and geto always this close? when did this happen, do you and geto hang out all the time or something? when did he miss that? gojo has to remind himself to loosen his tightening jaw as watches as your hand gesture wildly as happily chat with geto, a cute bounce in your step. “- and then yaga told me, that if he finds out that it was you and suguru that switched all the sugar and salt in the kitchens again that he’s going to shave both of your heads, so maybe lay low for a couple of weeks.” ieri sighs, tucking her cold hands into her pocket beside him.

half listening, gojo irritatedly tousling his hair while mumbling something incoherently.

“gojo, what did i just say?” she glaces at him, his uncharacteristic silence deafening.  

he sighs before putting on a thin smile. “that suguru and I should lay low even though I swear – it was babe who switched it this time.”

“okay, then what died?” ieri asks amused at gojo’s stony expression, his usual bouncy stride heavy and stiff with the weight of something unspoken.  “what are you talking about?” he asks as ieri rolls her eyes, “I can sense your cursed energy going off the rails.”

“eh? nothing!” he waves his hand, attempting to brush away his intruding thoughts. “everything’s fine and dandy, boo! you keep thinking of me though, do you like me or something because – “ ierri’s nostrils flare, she quickly curls her hand into a first before roughly punching gojo’s shoulder, earning her a satisfying whine.

she hates when gojo does this, trying to mask his feelings when it was so easy to read him. who did he think he was he fooling? subtly was never in the cards for gojo, he too up too much space, he was unapologetic in every sense. why couldn’t he be honest with himself? she scoffs, having no patience for his nonsense. “whatever you say, dude – “ she says reaching over to take his glasses from his face.

“how come you always beat me up, shoko!” he complains, rubbing his eyes.

“because you deserve it.” she says, putting on his dark glasses on her, side eying gojo’s thinly veiled smile and fidgeting hands as he watches you and geto walk closer together, laughter fading in the background.

shoko stops abruptly, stopping gojo with her arm. she tilts gojo’s glasses down her nose with a pointed look. “what?” he asks, turning to fully face her. “satoru – if you like them, just tell them.” “what? what are you talking – “ “don’t play around, satoru. im serious.” she looks into his blue eyes. “shoko, I have no idea what you’re talking about.“ this dumbass. she tsks. taking off his glasses to put them back onto his face. “im not playing around –“ “then, be straightforward with them, if you don’t youre going to hurt –“ gojo scoffs impatiently, pushing his glasses up “i would never hurt them,” mild offence coating his words. “i know you won’t mean to but sometimes you’re reckless. even if you have good intentions, it doesn’t mean that your actions wouldn’t hurt someone, yourself included.” ieri says adjusting her coat, her sigh weighing heavy in the air. “whatever it is, just don’t be more of an idiot today – they’re just friends.” she states plainly watching you sneakily collect the falling gingko leaves, attempting to tuck them into geto’s bun without him noticing. your eyes sparkling when you catch ieri’s eye, a mischievous smile prominent. it didn’t look like just friends to him as he watches you animatedly talk to geto, teasing smile on your face, soft hands generous with your touch casually slapping his arm as geto turns to you softly laughing.

“yeah… everyone’s friends,” gojo mumbles, eyes stormy behind his glasses, arms crossing against his chest.

“satoru, seriously –“ she starts, her name serves as an interruption silencing ieri’s rant.

“shoko!” you call out again, smile still prominent on your face as you turn back to get her attention. ieri watches as geto takes hair down to brush the leaves out of his hair. he mumbles something exasperatedly before retying his bun up, bangs blowing softly in the gentle breeze.  “which one is it again?” “just the one on the corner at the very end!” she shouts back as you and geto look up at the signs of the small cafes lining the street. ieri chuckles as she catches a glimpse of geto trying to sneakily put some leaves into your scarf.

gojo cant help but take in your face, flushing from the cold. he notices the way your eyes reflect the light of the shop windows. he liked the gentle way you would bounce on your feet when you saw something in the shop windows that peaked your interest, a small hand grabbing geto’s elbow to halt his long stride to point something out. he suddenly didn’t feel so hungry anymore. watching you and geto he felt like his stomach was filling of something that he didn’t understand, but far too acidic and harsh to be pleasant. the longer he stared, he couldn’t help but let it consume him.   

ieri abruptly nudges him, “– hey, stop staring, we’re here.” she mumbles, seeing you slowly approach gojo with a curious look.  

ieri swiftly flashes gojo a shit eating grin that he doesn’t catch, before joining geto inside the café, the bell of the door jingling announcing her leave.

“hm, what’s with the face?” you ask him, waiting for him at the entrance. “why? you’ve been staring?” he puckering up his lips playfully, the sound of your voice easing the acidity. “nope.” you easy answer, looking at him as if trying to study gojo’s face.  He holds the door open for both of you, “you’re just weirdly quiet.. what are you planning?”

how to kill suguru without you noticing.

he grins stalely, easily masking the lump growing in this throat, “nothing, nothing. why babe, thinking y’thinking ‘bout me?”

he leans closely to your face, taking advantage of the limited time he has with you. your eyes widen at his sudden closeness, cheeks flushing in surprise.  “hmm, what’s with the face, babe?” he mocks, looking into your wide eyes. “it’s a face of disgust,” you answer weakly, “you should be used to it now.” rolling your eyes as you turn around to easily slot behind ieri and geto in line who were  busy chatting thoughtfully about the menu. the café was small but cozy, wooden accents contrasting between cool black metal. there was an aesthetically pleasing drinks menu and a beautiful case filled with various pastries and cakes. it definitely suited ieri you thought. “suguru? could you just get me my usual please? I have to use the restroom.” you ask suguru in front of you, gently pulling the back of his jacket to get his attention. “do you want the almond milk this time or regular?” he asks, leaning down slightly to hear you better, still looking at the menu.

gojo can’t help but roll his eyes behind his glasses, foot tapping out an unfamiliar rhythm, jagged staccato echoing the heaviness in his heart.  “maybe regular this time and ahh.. a slice of cake? whatever you think is good – you always know what to get anyway.” you say thoughtfully, unwrapping your scarf. “yeah, baby? can you get something for me too? you’re so big and so strong, maybe you can carry me to the table too – “

“gojo, I know for a fact you’d giggle like a school girl if suguru carried you. maybe for your birthday.” you shut his jabber down immediately, patting his shoulder patronizingly before making your way across the café to the bathrooms. geto narrows his eyes at gojo’s gaping at your back before turning his gaze to ieri who he catches biting her lip to stifle her laughter.

oh. oh this will be fun. catching shoko’s twinkling eyes, geto thinks it’s about time that gojo get the push he needs to figure this out.

“i can pick you up if that’s what you really want, satoru.” he purrs as he moves closer to gojo, ruffling his hair.

“shut up suguru.” he pouts, brushing moving away from his teasing grasp to order his food.

choosing the cozy banquet near the back of the cafe, you gaze out the window watching the sun go down. you slowly take off your coat, hands brushing your scarf, loose ginkgo leaves falling to the ground.  your mind easily drifts to his soft hands brushed your hair away from your face.

why were you thinking about this? it’s just a stupid scarf, that smelled like his room – like him. you clear your throat. you had to get it together. stop it. “so, I was thinking,” ieri says brightly, plopping down in the seat next to you while balancing a plate with a rather large chocolate croissant, “ – did you wanna go shopping with me sometime next week?” “what did you want to get?”  “a disposable camera. i think we should take some photos, I realised I don’t have any of us together.” says ieri nonchalantly, “and I’d rather have you all over my walls than these two.” she jerks her head at an approaching geto holding a slice of strawberry shortcake in each hand while a slightly less grumpy gojo trails behind him closely carrying a tray of various cake slices. geto smiles at you as he slides you your slice of cake, claiming the seat in front of you to gojo’s dismay.

ieri’s eyes widen at gojo’s diabetic feast. “eugh satoru, save some cake for the rest of japan.” ieri says, nose crinklling, watching gojo balancing 3 different slices of cake. it looked like a beautiful matcha one, a delicate tiramisu and a rich double chocolate layered cake. “see, that’s what I told him…” geto murmurs under his breath. “hey! I don’t say shit when you buy your magazines-“ he murmurs, demolishing a third of the matcha cake in a single bite. geto shoots gojo a disgusted look before turning to you and ieri, “our drinks are coming by the way, they’ll send someone over.”  as he passes you a spoon as you thank him.

“so, babe. let’s get that camera next week, okay?” shoko teases, turning to you while chewing a piece of her chocolate croissant happily.

“eughhhh, if you don’t ever call me that again we can go.” you groan, taking a small bite out of your cake enjoying the light whipped cream pillowing the crisp fresh strawberries.

“hmm, I dunno…” geto playfully comments, “I think it suits you though, babe,” resting his cheek on his palm.

a clang echoes through the air. gojo’s fork falling noisily on his plate as he chokes on his mouthful of cake, it sliding heavily into his stomach settling like a rock.

you turn your head to gojo, “you okay gojo? don’t eat so quickly – chew!”

ieri has to turn around to stifle her giggles at gojo’s ridiculousness, shoulders shaking silently. she couldn’t wait to tease him about this tomorrow.

gojo coughs as geto pats his back roughly. “oh yeah babe, i’m just amazing.” gojo wheezes.

“and you, don’t fucking start.” you say rolling your eyes, kicking geto gently under the table.

“yeah sugu, only I get to call them that.” gojo grumbles, loud enough for only ieri to hear.

ieri’s snort announces the arrival of the table’s drinks –  an iced hazelnut latte for ieri, a hojicha tea for geto, a triple hot chocolate with whipped cream for gojo and a matcha latte for yourself.

“shoko, what were you saying about yaga sensei wanting to shave our heads?” geto asks, passing you your drink carefully.

ieri snickers with a wolfish grin, “he told me before lunch. it’s because he thinks that you and satoru were the ones who switched the salt and sugar in the kitchens again. that’s why they just had instant ramen and those pork buns for lunch today.”

you laugh. “good. the kitchens need to taste their food more or something, that oyakodon needed way more season–“ “aww, satoru, cmon.” geto moans.

you turn your head to catch gojo reaching over and triumphantly taking the large strawberry decorating the top of geto’s cake, popping it into his mouth with a cheeky grin.

“you have like 3 pieces of cake, and you still want some of mine?” geto smacks gojo’s shoulder unimpressed. judging by his deadpan voice combined with the looseness of his shoulders, you think that geto’s used to this behaviour from his misbehaving puppy – silent disappointment colouring his words.

“it’s okay you can have mine. here -“ gojo watches you with wide eyes as you gently scoop your strawberry off of your half eaten cake with your spoon with an irritating sense of causality, like you’ve done this a thousand times before. you lean across the table to lifting the spoon up to geto’s mouth.

he pulls away with a slight frown on his face, searching your face, calling your name. “y’sure? i know you love strawberries...” “s’okay, sugu.” you mention nonchalantly, moving the spoon closer to his mouth. “I want you to have it, you paid for it anyway.” ieri grips the glass of her iced hazelnut latte before quickly taking a sip through the paper straw, not trusting herself from bursting out laughing. her brown eyes dart to a frozen gojo, mouth etched into a hard line, leg bouncing up and down irritatingly watching the scandalous scene unfold. ieri knew that you and geto were just friends, close friends in fact but nothing more. she would have had some sympathy for gojo, but after weeks of catching him staring in your direction or catching how his ears would perk up when ieri casually mentioned you in passing. she’d even asked him outright if he had any sort of feelings towards you to which he always brushed off, claiming that ieri was watching too many romance dramas. she had enough – this was getting painfully ridiculous. with a scoff ieri thought that in this light, jealousy looked good on him. it would do him some good.

sensing geto’s hesitation, you say with a bit of bite to your tone “dude, im sure. just take it  – or do I have to start making airplane noises for you?” geto scoffs at your impatience. he allows you to gently guide your spoon into his awaiting mouth, “mhm, thanks –“  geto hums chewing on fruit.

ieri thinks she might cry trying to hold in her laughter at gojo’s murderous pout.

he turning his best friend, moving his bangs out of his face, “holy shit, satoru I forgot to tell you – in roppongi last week  – “ gojo watched you at the corner of his eye lick off the rest of the whipped cream on the spoon, moving to take another spoonful of your cake, engaged in a conversation with ieri about your new training regimen that yaga implemented.

occasionally you look over at gojo, his dark glasses covering his stormy eyes, his slender fingers drumming restlessly against the countertops. regardless of what he said when you entered the café, it seemed like something was on his mind.

what was he thinking about? was he okay? “– I don’t know man,” geto continues, “you can’t just do whatever you want like that. at least call him yaga sensei, no wonder he automatically assumes you’re –“

“ah… do we not have napkins?” your voice rings out, cutting through the static.

“oh– I can, grab some if –“ geto starts, moving to get up.

“no, no – i’ll get some for you don’t worry!” he shoots up enthusiastically walking across the cafe, cutting geto off rudely.

“oh – ah. thanks.”

geto forces down a smirk and shoots a pointed look at ieri. look at this idiot go, eh?

 ieri rolls her eyes in response, hand shooting up to cover her mouth to prevent a laugh escaping. I know. I told him to cool it. dumbass.

“here, babe.��� gojo returns, handing you a few napkins.

“thanks.” you smile softly at him as your fingers brush his. geto notices gojo’s lingering stare as you wipe your lips with a napkin. “hey, shoko?” geto calls wearing an enigmatic smile as he sips the last of his tea,“didn’t you want to grab some cigarettes?”

“right!” ieri’s eyes light up, catching on quickly, slightly disappointed at geto’s saintly behaviour, she wanted to see gojo suffer just a bit more.  “yeah, I’ve just run out. since we’re finished, let’s go grab some really quick.”

you nod, folding your napkin, “mhm, call us when you’re done.” “we’ll see you in a bit!” geto says over his shoulder, as you wave at them. geto smiles at how gojo easily slides into his seat in front of you, shaking his head in amusement. “how’s your cake, babe?” gojo asks leaning towards you, scraping his spoon against the dainty plate to catch the remnants of the chocolate ganache. “really good, actually. we should come back here another time, your chocolate cake looked pretty good.” you mention, taking a long drink out of your matcha latte. “yeah? you like this place? let’s go to this other café me and suguru stumbled upon last week – “

you sit in a comfortable silence, listening as gojo chatters about how this other café had pastries shaped like “ these cute fucking cats and puddings shaped like ducks! I’ve never seen anything like it, babe –“ finishing your drinks, you watch as the streets outside slowly empty, darkness overtaking the grey sky.

“shall we go, grumps?” he suggests as you nod, shrugging your coat on and grabbing your scarf.

gojo opens the door for you, as you quickly follow him onto the quiet streets, the street lights illuminating your way home. clutching your scarf, you quickly wrap it around yourself.  “did you have enough to eat?” he asks hands in his pockets. “yeah, the matcha was nice,” you answer, taken aback by his thoughtful question. “your usual you said – you always get a matcha latte?” “mhm, yeah. it was a thing for me and my dad. he’d always sneak me matcha candies when mom wasn’t looking and my sister was asleep – he’d say that it was our little secret. so now.. whenever I have matcha I think of him.” you say, eyes focused on the lights in front of you. you didn’t know how it became so easy to speak to him, but you didn’t mind.   “have you matcha from kyoto? the best matcha is in kyoto.” he asks adjusting his glasses. “mhm, I haven’t. ha, what?” you say with the tilt of your head noting his unusual silence. what was up with him today?  “why gojo, don’t like kyoto?” “nah, im from there,” he answers easily, warmth slowly returning to his voice. your eyes widen slightly. you didn’t know that. huh. “the estate is there, so they make me go there every couple of weeks to do clan shit.” “and I assume that clan shit isn’t just sitting around and drinking matcha at home, eh?”  he chuckles, stretching out his lanky frame carding his hands through his hair. “nope. home is not exactly the… warmest place in the world. y’know – the estate.” “home can be a complicated word.” you say shrugging your scarf on tighter. “more like fucked up, babe.” “that too.” you laugh, a bright and airy sound. gojo smiles. “we used to move a lot as a kid, and my sister used to cry and cry about it. my mom used to always say that home wasn’t a place but a person.” you say softly.

gojo turns his head to look at you, your forlorn smile, eyes searching the starless sky. he thinks that you look beautiful. maybe your mom could be right.

“hey! we should go to that ice cream matcha ice cream place in asakusa” he says excitedly, as your face lights up and his suggestion, “it’s way closer to than kyoto but just as good.” “hmm yeah, we should go. I wanna try those matcha parfaits –“ you say happily, arms swinging playfully. you turn to him abruptly, moving your face closer to his “but you can’t share with me –“ wagging a finger in his face, “you need to get your own.”

gojo stops in his tracks, deep pout on his face. “wooooow, babe. you’re seriously not gonna even share with me!?”

you laugh, a bright and fleeting sound. he thinks he could live in your laugh.   “gojo, come on,” you poke his cheek, “i know you can finish a whole one by yourself, you just ate fucking 3 slices of cake!” another poke. “you’re so greedy, grumps.” he whines, appalled by the injustice.

“i’m the greedy one?! gojoooooo!!” you pout back. gojo feels like he might explode.

“that doesn’t matter – it’s more fun if we share!!” he pokes your cheek back, a grin fighting its way on his face, blue eyes crinkling in the dark. “but I want the whole damn thing!” you whine back, noticing the way gojo’s hand settles to plays with a tassel of your scarf. “ah, ah, ahhh - what about the babe tax?” “what the fuck is the babe tax, gojo?” ­ you gape. “I get to have a bite! I buy you all your snacks anyway,” he grumbles. “… is that why you took suguru’s strawberry?” “exactly.” “but he paid for his own – “ you try to reason. “the baby tax is different, babe – i dont make the rules”

fuck. he had a point. you pout. separating yourself from him, your small strides leading the way. like a magnet, gojo catches up to you easily, standing beside you, unsure of your next move.

“only one bite.” you hesitantly say, weighing your words carefully.  “…and you still need to get your own.” he laughs with his whole body, excitedly throwing his arm over your shoulder, squeezing your frame enthusiastically.   you smirk. there he was – that was the gojo you knew.  “hehe, I knew you’d let me babe!”  his joy engulfs you, white and blinding. you can’t help but laugh along with him, you feel a bit dizzy but it’s probably from all the sugar anyway.

“ I swear it’s the best fucking matcha ice cream ever. they even have those fancy matcha drinks–“ with his arm around you gojo notices an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his chest, something that was previously hidden in the shadows but only now, nurtured the right conditions, it steps boldly into the light. maybe it’s the way you let him keep his arm around you until you reach the station together, pleasantly surprising him when you move closer to bask in his warmth. your relaxed shoulders moving up and down in silent laughter when you pretend not to find one of his jokes funny. either way, it hits him all at once, and almost overwhelmingly so.   he chuckles as he realises that shoko was right.

snackies!tags: @starmapz @ghost-buddies

a/n: im alive! ahhhh! jealous gojo is wild. he just wants some attention... thanks for sticking with me (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ -- super special thank you to @yung-notorious for providing feedback and suggestions and moral support for this chapter, thank you, love you, appreciate you! check out her fic, Never Lose Me! -- head image credit: Watashi ni Tenshi ga Maiorita dividers from: @/adornedwithlight

[sweetbunpura]

After stepping out of Potential.

Kalim: It was nice seeing Jahzi again.

Jamil: Right “nice”

Kalim: We really should all hangout together again.

Jamil: 😠

Round 6!

Start - Daydreamers (Ch. 2) - Junglehearts (Ch.3) - Aqualetta (Ch. 4) - Potential (Ch.5)

Nevemela

"Are you mad, Jamil?" Kalim asks with a tilt of his head. "Jahzi seemed fine with you-"

"This time, he was fine with me, this time." Jamil sighs. "You remember that he used to throw Amur at me constantly, right?"

"I was unaware you had a cousin, Kalim." Rollo voices before the heir could add onto what Jamil said. "I know you had little siblings, but cousins?"

"Yeah!" He beams and places his hands on his hips. "He and his family used to live on the estate until they moved away! It was really nice to see him again!"

Jamil shakes his head and lowers his voice. "Now which one of us is going to tell Vil where he has to go?"

Kalim flinched. "Um...."

Rollo raised an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong with Nevemela that Vil has an issue with?"

"My, my." They jolted and turned to see Vil towering over them. "Talking about me while I'm in the room? How shameless."

"H-hey, Vil!" Kalim rubbed the back of his head and gave a laugh.

"Apologies, Vil." Rollo gave a small bow. "We were discussing Neve-mmph!"

Kalim and Jamil shoved their hands over Rollo's mouth and the Scarabian duo slowly turned to see a dark look appear on Vil's face with a twitch of his eye.

"Nevemela?" He whispered. "Potato is in Nevemela?"

"R-Riley hinted at her being in there.... with Neige..." Kalim muttered.

Vil took a deep breath, cleared his face, casually pulled Rollo free of the pair, and made his way towards the archway with the image of a bird on the emblem. Rollo let himself being confusingly dragged along while the model waved Epel and Rook to his side. They entered the portal and the sound of chirping birds filled the air. A chill breeze blew through the air and rustled the trees. In front of them lay a series of small cottage houses encased around the area, creating what looked like a border separating the cottages from the woods.

It was very quiet as it seems like everyone had retired to their homes for the remainder of the day... all apart from a deer beastman coming towards them.

"V-Vil Schoenheit and co!" He stood straight up. "I am Julies Roan, vice leader of Nevemela!" Julies' ears fell. "Forgive us for having no one to greet you as you came in, but Neige was on the phone with his producer."

Vil took a breath. "It's fine. We're actually visiting the dorm to see if Pot-" He corrects him self with a small cough. "Apologies, if Yuu Homura happened to still be here."

"Queen Homura?" Juiles tilts his head as Rollo has to have the back of his shirt tugged by Rook before he can even think of jumping the poor beastman. "I recall her getting frustrated with Neige and the lack of ability to access her phone. She asked who could fix it and I pointed her towards Nimbus. Had I known you were coming, I would've asked her to stay for a few moments longer."

Rook comments. "I'm sure Madam Trickster wouldn't have stayed here for long anyway."

"Right, she ain't too fond of Neige." Epel mutters behind them.

Vil turns to glare at Epel, making his straighten up and apologize, before returning to Juiles. "Then we'll be leaving-"

"Vil-san!"

Vil closes his eyes and sighed through his nose as Neige came bounding up to them.

"....Hello, Neige...."

The youthful looking boy smiled and hugged the model, unaware of the flinch that went through his body.

"It's so nice to see you again!"

"Mmhm."

Neige looks over at Rollo and he feels himself backing up as he spots the boy's bright shining eyes staring right at him.

"You must be Rollo-san!" Neige hugs him next and Rollo feels the wind get knocked out of him. "You're much cuter and prettier in person than Mademoiselle Yuu's picture!" He grabs his face. "Oh wow! And your eyes are beautiful!"

"U-um." Rollo looks to someone for help as Vil steps forward and pulls Neige off of him.

He quickly moves away and places his handkerchief over his mouth.

"If that's all, Neige, we really must be going." Vil hands him off to Julies. "Sorry for troubling you."

"Oh, it's okay! You're always welcome here, Vil-san!"

They head toward back towards the entrance, Rollo's started to get more haggard over this whole "Journey". Vil pulls him aside and motions for Rook and Epel to continue on without them.

"I should've warned you about Neige's eccentric side." He fixes Rollo's hair and adjusts his clothing. "I know how much you value your personal space and he has no knowledge of what that word even means. I'm sorry."

Rollo sighs and nods his head. "Thank you for pulling him away at least. How many blasted dorms must we visit before she's returned to us?"

Vil gives a small chuckle. "You and Potato really are a pair, aren't you? She keeps you in check, while we can not." He moves towards the portal. "Just try not to burn anything out of frustration, Yam."

He follows after him. "I wouldn't have to if they just returned what they stole...."

[paigebueckersmommy]

i remember everything - p.b

paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings- drinking, suggestive?, rlly cheesey, sex implied but not written, mention of the infamous ice live

a/n: erm lmk if u like this or if i should do a pt 2, if i do a pt 2 lmk what to make it abt 😭

“rot gut whiskeys gonna ease my mind”

it seemed the only thing getting you and paige’s breakup off your mind was getting absolutely shit faced every chance you had.

that was until one weekened. it was a friday night and you were at a bar. about to take a shot with your friends when suddenly out of the corner of your eye, you saw your the 6ft blonde.

she was in a circle with her teammates, smiling and laughing with a drink in her hand.

oh.

she looked beautiful, the same type of beautiful she looked the time she took you too the beach at sunset.

4 months earlier

“i wish i didn’t, but i do, remember every moment on the nights with you.”

paige’s arms were secure around you as you sat in front of her on the beach, it was almost dark out. your head was draped in the crook of her neck.

“thank you p..” you said, it was almost a whisper, and you didn’t know exactly what you were thanking her for. and paige didn’t answer. instead of answering you with words, she grabbed your chin gently and placed a soft kiss to your lips.

a couple minutes of comforting silence later, you and paige had walked to the car, her hand in yours. your thumb grazed your knuckles the whole way to your apartment, and she walked you inside and pulled you into a silent hug reaching your apartment.

you loved how you and paige could sit in silence, and it be one of the most comforting things, her presence was all you needed. she slowly led you to your bedroom with the smirk you loved.

“you were begging me to stay till the sun rose,”

you and paige were a tangle of limbs only a few hours later, laying skin to skin. “can you stay, p?” you say, almost a whisper as paige layed on your chest, as you played with her long blonde hair.

“why wouldn’t i, baby? paige smiled, “i love you, so much.” paige added, saying ‘so much’ with added emphasis.

end of flashback

you looked up from your drink, silently avoiding your friends, expect this time paige’s eyes were on you. you quickly looked back down, expect you still felt her eyes on you.

it was a little later now, you would’ve left already but your friend gave you a ride, you walked up to the bar, again, ordering what you told yourself was gonna be your last drink, you paid, and returned your gaze to where paige was standing earlier.

except now, it wasn’t just paige. her arms were around a girl wearing a mint top, azzi? you thought to yourself.

paige bueckers was kissing a new girl. oh.

your eyes lingered on them for a few moments before paige saw you, her smile dropping again.

“i wish i didn't, but i do, remember every moment on the nights with you.”

a/n: pls lmk if you like this 🙏 i tried something new i think? idk

[sharksfrommars]

part 4 of Dad Stan! Now with 50% less Stan.

part 1 | last part | next part

Sorry for the surprise portal stan. I’m not actually. Introducing Fiddleford! Ford hasn’t talked to a child in 10 years, he needs the help

hope u enjoy!

Ford freaks tf out trying to find a little girl.

It was a cold, dark night. Ford had no idea where to look. He was running on no sleep and was bleeding through his bandages. All he wanted to do was to stew in his own self loathing, wrap himself in blankets and feel sorry for himself. But he couldn’t do that, not whilst a little girl’s wellbeing was on the line.

The thing is, Ford was sure that Lola wouldn’t want to see him. If she saw him, she’d probably run. He needed help. Not just with finding Lola, but with dealing will Bill as well.  Ford had nothing left, except to grovel to whoever’s left that will hear him out. Right now, there was only one person who could help.

“I don’t wanna speak with you, Stanferd.”

“Look, Fidds please just hear me out”

Fiddleford McGucket didn’t answer until the 4th call, and even then he ended it as soon as he heard Ford speak. Ford kept calling and calling, he supposed his friend must be getting tired of the constant ringing.

“Hear you out about WHAT, Stanferd.” Fiddleford sounded tired. “what could ya POSSIBLY have to say to me?”

“I’m… I’m sorry. I’m sorry Fidds, you were right.”

A beat passed before Fiddleford responded. 

“Who are ya and what have you done with Stanford?”

Ford sighed. “I know, Fidds. I should have listened to you a long time ago. I was… look I was stupid and it took me making the biggest mistake of my life to realise it. But right now, I need your help because there’s a little girl out there lost in the woods-“

“-ya brought a CHILD in’ta this? FORD?”

“I know I know, I’ll explain everything. I just need your help finding her.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Ford explained the situation as they trekked through the snow. Thankfully, the blizzard had slowed, and the night seemed almost peaceful. Ford dug up every lump in the snow, hoping Lola was there. Fiddleford didn’t speak until Ford had finished his story.

“Ya done fucked up, Stanferd”

“I know. Lola likely won’t speak to me. I’m hoping she’ll speak to you, though.”

Fiddleford nodded sombrely, and then carried on silently for about 2  hour, only breaking it to occasionally call out for Lola. There was never a response. Ford got more antsy the longer they searched. He’d already killed his brother tonight. He couldn’t bear it if he killed his daughter the same night.

After a while, Fiddleford groaned loudly in frustration.

“this aint Workin’ Ford. She could be miles away. We don’t even know which direction she went. The storm covered up her footprints.”

“We can’t just leave her out here! She could DIE, Fidds!”

“I ain’t saying we leave ‘er. We just gotta think smarter. Imagine yer a little girl-“

“How am I supposed to imagine That?”

“-quiet, Ford. Imagine yer a little girl whose daddy just fell through a hell portal. What’s the thing that ya want the most?”

Ford thought for a moment.

“Instructions on how to get him from the portal?”

Fiddleford smacked Ford over the head.

“No, ya idjit! Ya wanna feel safe. Ya wanna go home and hide in ya blankets and pretend ya just made it up.”

Ford looked beside himself. “She’s going to go home? But Stan said they came from Washington! We’ve gotta get to the bus st-“

Fiddleford smacked Ford again. “Ya said Stanley drove? My guess is she went there.”

Ford bounced on the balls of his feet. It was a decent hypothesis, but Ford couldn’t be certain. And he didn’t know where Stan parked his car. Or if he locked it. Or what it looked like. It seemed unlikely that Stan had the same exact car as they did when they were young.

He explained all this to Fiddleford, who shook his head. 

“We don’t need ta know where she wanted to go, we need the direction she’d wanna go. She can’t go that far. And ya said she’s ‘somewhere between 3 and 8’, which is an insane range by the way.”

“The road!” Ford exclaimed. He grabbed Fiddleford and kissed him, before running off towards the road. Fiddleford took a moment to rub his temples in frustration before following.

The road that lead to Ford’s house was long, quiet and empty. It must have been midnight my now, which Ford could feel. He was incredibly sleep deprived and had numerous major injuries. Ford didn’t know what happened next. He’d nearly killed Lola when Bill took over. All he could do was hope and pray she hadn’t been left out in the snow, all alone. It was his fault, he let a demon into his head. Why, because he was nice to him? Because he told Ford that he was smart? Is that really what his livelihood was worth.

Ford went through plans on getting rid of Bill’s influence on him. Hopefully Fiddleford would have ideas, if he was willing to stick around that long. That’s when he saw a red car in the distance. Stationary, but without snow. The interior lights were on and Ford could hear the gentle grumble of its engine. It was a car he recognised. A car he spent a lot of time in, driving down the beachfront laughing and singing along to the radio. A picture from a time so long ago, when the world was still simple. Ford understood why Lola would feel safe there.

Ford turned to tell Fiddleford, who had also seen the car. He looked at Ford with a mix between shock and joy.

“Reckon that’s it?” Fiddleford said.

“I- he- that’s his car from high school. He never got a new one.”

Fiddleford nodded. “Come on”, he said, “let’s go meet yer niece”

Lola was curled up in the back seat, clutching her stuffed axolotl. She had cried her self to sleep, her cheeks stained with tears. She had wrapped herself in a large jacket that Ford could only assume was Stanley’s. Ford immediately checked her pulse, despite seeing her breathing. He had to be sure.

“She’s… ok. She’s ok” he whispered to himself. He turned to Fiddleford and gave him a hug.

“She’s ok, Fidds.”

Fiddleford patted Ford’s head.

“Yeah she is, Ford. Let’s get her inside.”

Ford drove the Stanley-Mobile, with Fiddleford in the passenger seat. Lola didn’t stir at all, just clutched tighter to Lizard. It was strange, driving Stan’s car. It smelt like him, like the ocean, like summer afternoons spent getting splinters on a rickety old boat. It smelt like cigarettes, like loneliness and regret. He pulled down the sun visor, more out of habit than anything else. He saw the picture that Stan still had taped there. The two of them, back in 1960-something, after a boxing match. They were smiling.

“Is that the two of ya?” Asked Fiddleford. Ford just nodded, not trusting his voice not to crack. He was crying now.

“Ya look alike.”

“We’re twins.” Ford said quietly. “He came out 15 minutes after me. He always said he’d go out the same way”

Fiddleford laid a comforting hand on Ford’s shoulder as he drove into his house.

Fiddleford carried Lola into the house, as Ford rushed to clear his sofa. He got a blanket for her, tucking her in gently, before he sat at the dining table with Fiddleford to have his 12th cup of coffee.

“Ya really gotta drink that much coffee?” Fiddleford said, “Ya gonna piss yerself.” 

“I’ll have you know, I have excellent control of my bladder.” Ford huffed in response. “Besides. I can’t go to sleep. Not until we figure out a way to get bill out of my head.”

So Ford and Fiddleford sat there, brainstorming for an hour. They were both wearing tinfoil hats, after Fiddleford put it out there as a joke. What they needed was unicorn hair. They wouldn’t give it to anyone who wasn’t pure of heart, which already ruled out the both of them. Fiddleford insisted neither of them would work, pointing out each of their flaws. They brainstormed to the early hours, running only on jellybeans and a lot of coffee. 

The rising sun glared through the boarded up windows, and Lola woke up. She looked around, not recognising the space she was in. At least she had Lizard, who she clutched tightly in her arms.

“Uh, Stan?” She called out. “Staaaan! Where are you?”

Lola felt tears well up in her eyes. She only remembered a little of what happened yesterday, most of it being consumed by overwhelming grief and sadness. She got up, and rubbed her eyes, before looking at Lizard.

“I guess it just you and me, lizard” she said, picking up her toy and squeezing it. She decided it was a good time to explore. For that, she’d need a weapon, in case there were bad guys. She wandered about, until she found a long pointy stick. 

“This’ll do. Now let’s go fight bad guys”

Lola wandered about the house, with Lizard in one hand and the stick tightly clenched in the other. She waved it around in front of her like a sword, and walked as quietly as she could.

“Lizard. This is Stan’s Evil Twin’s house. I forgot his name.” She whispered. “He hurt Stan so I hate him. I think we should kill him”

Lizard said nothing, as to be expected from

A stuffed animal. Lola took the silence as agreement.

“We have to be careful though. And brave like Stan said.”

Lizard continues his silence, as Lola stared deeply into his derpy face. A grave expression crossed her.

“It’s ok if you’re scared, Lizard. I can be brave for both of us.”

Lola’s stomach grumbled. She was hungry. Usually Stan would make her Stancakes for breakfast when she was sad. But Stan was-

Lola started to cry. She wanted Stan to give her a big warm hug. To kiss her forehead and tell her everything’s going to be alright. But Stan wasn’t here. He was taken by the portal in the basement. And now Lola was all alone, no one else in the world there to look after her. 

The image of Stan falling through the portal was burned in her mind. It was like a nightmare. She remembered the terrifying look of Stan’s Brother’s face, the horrible laugh. She stopped walking and bawled, curling up with Lizard. She heard footsteps approaching, and looked up to see a man she had never seen before. He was tall, blond and skinny, with dorky glasses on. He looked friendly, but Lola was on edge. She got her stick and pointed it at the man.

“Well, that’s a lovely stick ya got there, little miss!” The man said, wearing a gentle smile. “Are ya ok? You look like you could do with a hug.”

“My dad said not to hug strangers.” Lola said. The man laughed.

“Ya dad’s probably right. How’s about I introduce myself. Is that ok?” 

Lola considered this. She didn’t know him, and didn’t have a reason to trust him. But Stan wasn’t there, and she really did want a hug. The man kept his distance. Clearly he didn’t want to make Lola uncomfortable. She hugged lizard tighter, as she nodded.

“My name’s Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. I’m a researcher, and I got a little boy at home, about your age.”

“That’s a stupid name.” Lola said. “Are you friends with the Evil Twin?”

Fiddleford laughed. “I guess you could say that. But Ford ain’t evil.” Lola glared.

“He built a portal to hell, and then he pushed Stan there. He’s evil.”

Fiddleford’s face softened. “He didn’t do that cus he’s evil. He got tricked. What’s your name, little miss?”

Lola looked at Lizard. “My name is Lola Pines, I’m 5 years old. Stan said that means I’m a big girl now, so don’t mess with me”

Fiddleford nodded. “Yeah I can tell! You’re mighty threatening’ with that sword of yours.”

“It’s a stick.” Lola said matter of factly.

“Oh. Of course. What’s your axolotl friend’s name?”

Lola held lizard closer. “His name is lizard. He scared of strangers, so don’t touch him. Only me and Stan is allowed.”

Fiddleford didn’t dare go closer to her. He asked Lola questions, and listened to her rambling answers. It was clear that she was no fan of Ford, who she consistently insisted was “possessed by a hell demon”. Fiddleford didn’t quite know how to change her mind on that one, seeing as it was completely true. 

They’d spent the entire night fixing up Project Mentem, and reprogramming it to encrypt Ford’s mind so Bill couldn’t access it. They weren’t sure how effective it would be, but the plan was to encrypt Ford’s mind so he could sleep so they could make a better plan. One that included unicorn hair, which they both reasoned would require Lola. If a 5 year old child wasn’t pure of heart enough, then they had no chance. 

“Mr gucket?” Lola asked, breaking Fiddleford from his thoughts. She had crawled onto his lap without him noticing. That was a good sign.

“Yes, miss Lola?” He replied.

“Can you help me to rescue Stan?”

Fiddleford’s heart sank. He didn’t want to re open the portal, he knew what was waiting for them on the other side. He wasn’t sure anyone could survive it. He knew he should explain that to her, but deep down, Fiddleford had always been a coward.

“Lola…” he started, stuttering for what to say.

“Lizard has a plan. But we need a grown up’s help.”

“…you should ask Ford.”

Lola looked at Fiddleford like he was stupid.

“Ford is EVIL. He’s working with the demon! Weren’t you listening?”

Lola had mentioned this ‘demon’ at least 5 times now. Fiddleford brushed it off as a little kid’s fears at first, but the more she mentioned it, the more it felt…off somehow. 

“This demon” Fiddleford started, “what’s he like?”

Lola looked up at Fiddleford, as if she had something to say. Then her tummy grumbled.

“I’m hungry.” She said.

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Lucifer — I really miss your face

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4

an: wow this took a while lmfao,,

CW: enemies to lovers, lucifer hates you lol (part 1), slight angst (part 2), angst in part 3 (BECAUSE THERE'S ANGST IN THE SONG) he insults u in his mind multiple times (part 1), events in lessons 16 ifykyk, also this lowkey follows the og obey me timeline and events but like i dont feel like adding the whole time travel thing lol, suggestive, nsfw is described a bit (part 3)

A parasite.

That is what Lucifer would describe you now, a parasite that has invaded his heart, his mind, perhaps, even his very soul that has long turned dark.

You were a parasite that buried itself within the deep recesses of his thoughts, his feelings, and his emotions, a parasite that burrowed itself into his family and has infected him with endless thoughts of your own self.

Even if you weren't by his side.

He was the one to bear witness to the sight of you opening your pretty little eyes after your nap, recovering from his little brother's rough ministrations on your person, even if it was against Diavolo's orders.

That was cruel of Diavolo, Lucifer thought to himself then, but he knew that the Demon Lord had done it out of concern for your well-being. Because other than the fact that one of his brothers had almost prematurely ended your life—making them the biggest threat to your life at the very moment, Diavolo has also put Belphegor's life into your hands.

At least, that's what he told the remaining six rulers of devildom when they barged into his castle, despite the eldest supposedly being stuck on house arrest.

"It was them that Belphegor had sinned against," Diavolo had explained, his arms crossed against his chest, the tone of his voice making it clear to the brothers that his decision was final.

"Whatever they decide his rightful fate will be is what I will follow."

The Future Demon King then went on to reiterate that not one of them is allowed to see you before you made your decision regarding Belphegor, as he was afraid that the brothers might influence your thinking—one way or another.

Yet, here his right-hand man stood, watching as you open your eyes for the first time since the incident.

Sure, he was here to apologize on his brother's behalf and to attempt to plead his case to save his youngest brother, but that wasn't the sole reason why he was here, and he knows that your current caretaker, Solomon, knew that. And maybe that's why the sorcerer had allowed him to see you, promising not to tell a single soul about this visit.

Or maybe that conniving sorcerer just can't allow an opportunity to make Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride himself, be indebted to him. Either way, Lucifer ought to worry about that at a later time.

"Lucifer," you call out to him softly, effectively pulling him back to reality and away from his thoughts.

Faced with the object of his affection, Lucifer can't help as a hand raises up to fix a strand of his hair to ensure he looked perfect; he stood a little straighter and puffed out his chest—reminiscent of that of a peacock, showing off to attract the attention of a potential mate.

As much as Lucifer wanted to express his concern toward you, his time was limited. There's only so much that he could do before either Barbatos or Diavolo catches wind that something isn't right, and not only will he be the one to receive the consequence of his actions, but possibly Solomon as well.

And so, Lucifer went straight to the point. He can see your eyes widen as the Eldest of the Seven Rulers of Devildom bows his head towards you before he apologized profusely on his brother's behalf.

It's a huge blow to his pride, yes, but it doesn't matter to him.

If you asked him to get on his knees and lick your shoes just to ensure his youngest brothers' safety, he'll do it in a heartbeat. His brothers are always his priority, pride be damned.

You, however, poor, innocent, delicate you, had asked him to do no such thing. Instead, you only asked one simple question:

"Why does Belphegor hate humans so much?"

Lucifer had limited time to be with you, and so, he told you a condensed version of his brother's story, if only to appeal to your emotions. That's one thing that made humans so weak and vulnerable, after all; They're more prone to think with their heart rather than their minds.

And with the serious look on your face, Lucifer had known that he had already accomplished what he set out to do. With a wave, the eldest wished you well, inciting his wishes to see you running around the mansion with his brothers soon.

That was the last time Lucifer got to have alone time with you.

To no one's surprise, you chose to forgive Belphegor and let him go. An act that the youngest was surprised to hear, but delighted in nonetheless. You had also returned to the House of Lamentation, and despite the tension between you and the youngest at first, the Avatar of Sloth eventually ended up warming up to you.

Lucifer once overheard the twins talking about you and heard that Belphie had started warming up to the delightful human because he reminded them of their sister.

He would beg to differ.

To him, you were nothing like Lilith, but whatever ensures your safety and his brother's happiness is good enough for him.

Much to his delight and perhaps, a bit of disdain, ever since that night, you had ended up spending most of your time around the youngest.

With Belphegor's clinginess, and his other brothers' tendency to get jealous of the youngest hogging all of your attention; Lucifer found himself drawing the shortest end of the stick—never finding the time to be able to insert himself in your schedule.

However, with it comes the blessing of being able to think straight—something that he has found himself incapable of doing whenever you were within his immediate area. He finally had the time to sort out his feelings towards you, and what he was supposed to do with it.

The first apparent thought that came to mind was to let you know of it and to make you his... but that was his heart talking, not his mind.

You and he only had a year to be together, and half of it was spent with him hating on your entire existence before even realizing he had feelings for you, and now, the second half is being used by his brothers hogging all of your time left in Devildom.

You were only supposed to be here for a year, you weren't going to stay here forever. Your paths were never meant to converge for a long time, and he knew that.

Even if he confessed to you, and by some form of miracle, you felt the same.... what then?

You go back to the human world and he stays here in the Devildom, with the both of you living your lives miserably until the end of your days?

No, he can't possibly do that to you. He was meant to just be a passing face in your life, and as much as the thought annoys him, you deserved someone who can be by your side. You had your life ahead of you in your own realm, maybe even find a lover who can never treat you as well as he does but will make you happy all the same.

It was just never meant to be. Lucifer had decided then, he was not to speak of his feelings to you, he'd let you live your life thinking that one demon that you had met and spent time with for a year in your life hated you.

He had no room for temptation, no room to doubt his own decision as you spent most of your remaining days with his brothers, down to your last night in the Devildom.

Unfortunately for him, he had forgotten you were a parasite.

An enigma, a tantalizing mystery veiled in ethereal beauty, a cruel riddle he yearned to decipher. It's a cruel twist of fate, denying him the chance to unravel the secrets of this captivating enigma before it slips through his fingertips.

And no matter how strong his resolve may be, it easily crumbles before the very presence of the biggest temptation Lucifer has ever faced; you.

The mere brush of your lips ignited a profound addiction within him, spreading like wildfire through the fibers of his very being. Every thought consumed by you, your body pressed against his, the tantalizing warmth of your kiss.

He wonders if it will be even warmer when he's inside of you.

His solid resolve immediately crumbled at that moment, whispers of the promises he had made to himself dead in the night immediately thrown out of the window amidst your overpowering presence. The new and foreign feeling of his newly made pact mark with you throbs, and the delightful feeling made him lose his mind.

As his lips met the tender warmth of yours, his once impenetrable resolve shattered into fragments, and whispers of the promises he had made to himself dead in the night were abruptly cast aside, discarded with reckless abandon in the face of your overwhelming presence.

A surge of unfamiliar sensations surged through his veins, ignited by the newly made pact mark with you.  In the embrace of this newfound bliss, his sanity slipped away, consumed by the euphoria that rendered him utterly spellbound to you.

That's right. What was he even thinking before? Letting you go to be with someone else? No. You are his, aren't you? These marks confirmed them.

Your words confirmed them.

In the haze of his emotions, all rational thoughts were effortlessly drowned, consumed by an insatiable yearning that rose to the forefront of his consciousness. With a swift and eager motion, his hands found solace in the gentle cradle of your face, his gaze ablaze with intensity as he drank in every delicate contour of your features.

"I've always known you wanted to do this," He whispers, his breath caressing your parted lips, igniting a flicker of electricity upon your skin. You watch his eyes hooded with a primal hunger enough to make you question Asmodeus' title as the Avatar of Lust. "And I know what you'd like to do next as well."

In that instant, his crimson gaze meets yours, and a soft curse escapes his lips. Your eyes meet his, glimmering with a mix of longing and anticipation. Lucifer's insatiable lust courses through his veins, igniting a fire that radiates from the depths of his being, settling low in his abdomen.

The next few hours became a tapestry of euphoria. An intoxicating elation coursed through Lucifer's being, unrivaled by any sensation he had experienced in what could have been centuries.  He found himself immersed in a blissful haze, utterly consumed by the essence of your presence, as if etching the taste of your lips, the gentle touch of your skin against his, into the very fabric of his soul.

In the midst of his bliss, his guard faltered and, in a moment of vulnerability, words slipped from his tongue that were never meant to be uttered.

"I love you,"

He hadn't noticed his mistake at the time, but you did.

In the ensuing silence that followed such a passionate night where you both found yourselves amidst the chaos of his usually pristine sheets, his arms pulling you close, you didn't shy away from bringing it up.

"You... mentioned something." You spoke, voice quiet and still breathless from the exertion that lasted for hours.

"I've said many things throughout the night. You'll have to be more specific." He responds, voice almost a hum, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think there's a hint of delight in his words.

"You said..." You take a deep breath, deciding there isn't a need to beat around the bush. "You said 'I love you',"

Lucifer does not falter.

Fear, nervousness, panic, and other feeble emotions are foreign concepts to him, for he was meticulously crafted in perfection and shall forever embody perfection even as his once celestial halo transformed into demonic horns.

The Morning Star, God's favorite angel.

The Avatar of Pride, Diavolo's favorite demon.

In essence, such emotions would never be the catalyst for error. After all, Lucifer doesn't make mistakes.

"You must have been mistaken." Lucifer spoke, voice deep, emotionless.

At least, that's what he'd like to believe.

"I'd never feel such a thing for you."

When the next day came, Lucifer woke up to an empty bed.

And the day after that, and the ones after that.

Just as Lucifer had anticipated, you both went your separate ways. You returned to your world, and he's stuck in his own. The memories of that night were the only thing keeping him going — a haunting recollection of your touch and the solace of your warmth.

True to your parasitic nature, even in your absence, you had woven an intricate web that ensnared his very being, leaving a void—vast and consuming—in his heart that has long turned to ice.

Your presence lingers like a haunting melody, woven into the very fabric of his surroundings; In the shadows of the House of Lamentation and the echoing halls of RAD, he glimpses fleeting reflections of you in every corner. Your presence whispers through the corridors, and echoes of your name resonate in the playful banter of his younger brothers.

Despite it all, he didn't dare reach out.

Even after establishing a schedule of communication between you and his brothers, he dared not include himself in the mix. Stuck in a silent yearning that remains unvoiced, buried beneath layers of restraint and unspoken desires.

Lucifer knows not where the future will take him, where these feelings will take him.

All he knows for sure is that he'd never love like this again.

[akihikoswifey]

☥🪓 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ In This Darkness | Shinjiro Aragaki x Reader

summary: after 10/4 events Shinjiro is badly wounded, in which you have to look after him, but one thing leads to another.

cw: mentions of violence, blood and wounds, dry humping

a/n: i’ve been wanting to write smthn a lil angsty for him for soooo long but still kinda smutty (take that with a pinch of salt bc u hoes are getting edged) so here it is! Might make a part 2 :p

˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♱ʚ♡ɞ♱˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♱ʚ♡ɞ♱˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♱ʚ♡ɞ♱˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

Shinji winced as you laid him down on his bed gently, the green moonlight from the window illuminated his face whilst he was still covered in his own blood. There was no way that he would be able to sleep peacefully tonight with all the memories that were swirling around inside his head. You tried your best not to look at his wounds too much but they still haunted your thoughts. It had been almost two years now you’ve been friends, you noticed he was different, softer, more gentle with you. Although, Shinjiro subtly took care of everyone in the dorm, apart from himself which was something you had picked up on after spending so many hours together gardening or cooking. But now, he was laying beneath you bleeding.

“You just gonna keep starin’ at me or-“ He chuckled weakly before wincing again, “Sorry!” You quickly snapped out of thought, getting out some antiseptic for his wounds. “Do you mind?” You questioned, gesturing to his sweater. “Oh, right.” He muttered, as you began to help him remove his iconic turtleneck. His shirt unveiled his broad but toned shoulders, the rest of his torso perfectly sculpted with a small amount of muscle. He was a big guy, but in the best ways possible. Clearly, Tartarus had been doing him some good. You continued to carefully disinfect his wounds whilst he flinched slightly everytime you touched them. “Hey,” Shinji’s eyes looked up at you, a sense of vulnerability behind them. “Lie down, it’ll be easier on your body.” You could tell he wasn't used to being treated with care, and although it was comforting you didn't want to hurt him any more than necessary. “Okay…” He mumbled, not sounding fully convinced, while lying back against his pillow. You sat down by his side, careful not to press on his wound, and placed an arm on his chest, steadying yourself. The contact making your heart race. You tried to focus back on the original task at hand, and began cleaning up his injuries again. You were about to move your hand towards a particularly nasty cut on his stomach, when he grabbed it. The feeling of his cold hands made yours warm up. “No need, I can do it myself.” He shook his head, you let out a chuckle, knowing that he probably wouldn’t get very far without your help if he was even going to try. “You can’t keep tryna’ reject help Shinji,” Your voice became serious, “you’ve been through a lot of shit today. Just let someone take care of you.” He sighed softly, letting go of your hand. You moved your hand away and resumed tending to his injuries, relieved to see that his wounds weren't bleeding anymore, although they would still need to be checked over in the morning. “Thanks.” He said quietly. Your gaze met his, before darting away once more. “Anytime.” Your voice was quiet, hoping he would take that offer seriously. You were glad that he at least trusted you enough to somewhat let his guard down around you compared to how quickly he would reject Mitsuru or Akihiko.

“How are you feeling?” Your voice broke the silence, shifting slightly under the weight of his stare, “Could be worse.” He responded. “I cant believe those Strega assholes would go that far…”You remarked, he hummed in response, “Yeah.. They’re pretty fuckin’ evil, aren't they?” You smiled lightly, “Only the one that struts around with the revolver, seriously who does that guy think he is?” He rolled his eyes at you playfully. You turned your attention to his chest, “I'm surprised you aren't more worried about yourself…I mean you've been hurt a lot.” You commented, glancing up briefly to see if he was offended, but he didn't look upset at all. “It’s fine, I can handle myself just fine.” He assured you firmly, “It’s just a couple of wounds.” You stared into his eyes, trying to make sense of his dismissal, Shinjiro’s self-destructive habits had become more and more evident since he came back to the dorm.“Just a couple of wounds’ Shinji? You could have died!” He frowned at your words, “So what? It's not like I haven't taken worse hits before. You know I can easily protect myself.” Dismissing your concern again. “That doesn't make it okay! You could have gotten killed, do you not realise how reckless you sound!?” The tone you were using caught his attention again and he glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your expression. Before he could even say anything further you interrupted him, moving closer to him. “I don't care what you say, but the tough guy act isn’t gonna keep you alive much longer.” He huffed, not knowing how to respond to concern unless it was from Akihiko, unfortunately he couldn’t call you a muscle-fueled moron and go on with his day. You let out a soft sigh as the tension in the air became thick, awkward and strained. You weren't sure exactly what to make of this Shinjiro compared to the one from three years ago. You already knew that he was a rather stoic guy, but there was always this hidden pain within the steeliness of his personality. “Shinji,” You whispered, placing your hand on top of his, he flinched at your touch before relaxing slightly, “Promise me you’ll be careful. Please stop putting yourself in these situations where you might not come out alive.” He stared at you for another moment before speaking, the words coming slow and cautious. “I can’t promise anything.” He spoke, carefully releasing your hand, his eyes looked up sadly into yours, the guilt emanating off him strong. “But I'll try my hardest, for you and Aki.” You nodded, satisfied. “Thank you.” Shinji looked away once more, and you watched him intently, forgetting how close you was sitting next to him. The proximity was becoming unbearable. His bronze eyes met yours again, erupting butterflies in your stomach. A shiver ran down your spine, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Words failed you. You wanted to kiss him, wanted to kiss his pain away. You wanted to hold him and comfort him until he fell asleep, wanting to feel him in your arms. But you couldn’t. Not now, maybe never. Perhaps that would be better. You wanted to leave, to leave now before the emotions you felt became too much for you. But he was too close, it wouldn’t work anyway.

“You alright?” His voice sounded confused, worried. You snapped out of your trance, realising that you had been staring at him for several seconds, completely transfixed. You pulled back slightly, clearing your throat as you did so. “Yup, sorry, I was just thinking.” You mumbled, forcing a smile onto your lips. “Thinking?” He asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. “Uh huh.” You replied, looking anywhere but at him. You could hear his breathing hitch, obviously he was struggling to contain his emotions at the moment. Shinji knew you weren’t telling him something. “About?” He pressed further with that smooth raspy voice of his, almost daring you to answer. You swallowed hard, “Nothing important,” you whispered, “Just…a lot happened today.” You admitted, trying not to let his eyes pierce straight through your soul. “Hey, I’m fine now.” He replied. “It really isn’t.” You muttered under your breath. He didn’t reply to your comment this time, instead opting to stare at you. Your eyes locked, as the both of you sat in silence. The air between you becoming thicker each passing minute. “I- We cant lose you Shinjiro” You finally breathed out, breaking the eye contact and focusing your gaze on the ground. He called your name, his voice was soft, gentle, almost tender. “I’m alive right now, and that’s all that matters” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. Your heart melted at his words, resisting the urge to lean forward and brush your lips against his. Instead you remained silent, allowing his words to wash over you, as you both gazed into each others eyes, waiting for the other to break the tension. Neither of you willing to make the first move, neither able to look away.

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted the silence that had fallen upon the two of you. “Can I come in?” Akihiko shouted from outside, startling the pair of you. “Gimme’ a minute!” He shouted back. You shot a quick glance at him, before standing up. “I should probably go check up on the rest now…see how they’re doing.” You said as you turned around to begin making your way towards the door, only for his hand to grab your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. You turned back to look at him. “Wait.” He said, holding your wrist tightly in his hand. You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “Can you come back when Aki

leaves?” Shinji asked, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His tone of voice caused you to pause momentarily. “Yes, of course.” You replied after a few moments. He smiled faintly, “Good.” Your gaze wandered toward your hand, still grasped by his, and you began to pull it away slowly. He released you immediately, stepping away as well, averting his eyes from yours. “Thanks again, for helping me and….stuff.” He trailed off, smiling faintly. “No worries, Shinji.” You smiled, taking an extra second to soak in the sight of his handsome face in the green moonlight. You swiftly exited the room, quickly greeting Akihiko, “What was that about?” He questioned you with a raised brow, watching you closely. You shrugged sheepishly, “Nothing, just helped him with his wounds, that’s all...” Turning to continue walking. Akihiko gave you a concerned look, obviously sensing something else, “Is everything alright?” He pressed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m just tired, and stressed out, y’know.” You responded vaguely, practically feeling his piercing gaze burning holes into your head- but he seems to accept your answer anyway. “Thanks for looking out for him, seriously.”

“Of course, Shinji's not alone.” You smiled at him reassuringly, and finally left him alone with Shinjiro, deciding to return to your room to freshen up.

About a while had passed, the green moonlight returned to its original shade, the night breeze cooling your heated skin as you walked down the hallway creeping downstairs to boys floor. The conversation you had with Shinjiro earlier replayed in your mind. The thought of him want to seeing you again made your cheeks flush with heat. Said thoughts were quickly interrupted by ur phone chiming, ‘you coming or nah?’ a notification from Shinji lit up your screen. ‘i’m literally outside lol’ You typed back, a small smile gracing your lips. Approaching his door you lightly tapped on it making sure no one else in the dorm could hear before pushing the door open and stepping inside. “Hey,” You said quietly, closing the door behind you and making your way over to his bed. Shinji had taken off his beanie letting his brunette hair lay above his shoulders. He glanced down at you, a small smile appearing on his face as his eyes trailed over your figure. “Hey.”

“How are you feeling?” you asked, sitting down on his bed across from him, closer this time. His brown eyes bored into you, biting his pink lips slightly. “M' Fine, just need these wounds to heal.” You nodded, time heals all wounds after all. “So,” You shifted closer to him, “Why did you ask to me to come back here?” Asking out of pure curiosity- not desperation. “Because…” Shinji trailed off, a deep blush covering his face, his eyes looking anywhere but at you. “Cause?” You prompted. “I wanted to thank you…for what you did.” He managed to choke out. You stared back at him, a small smile crossing your lips. “Shinji..” You leaned forward, placing your hand gently on his cheek, leaning towards him so you could see his face better, shocked at how cold his cheek was. Your thumb running along the edge of his jawline as you leant in even closer. “I want to be here for you,” You whispered into his ear, his eyes darting nervously in between yours. “I don’t want you to hurt anymore.” You continued, brushing your lips against his cheek gently. His body tenseed under your touch, head snapping up to meet your gaze. “Don’t say things like that.” You could hear the strain in his voice, his eyes scanning your face carefully. “Why shouldn’t I?” Your voice was quiet, barely audible. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” He breathed, leaning forward yet again, his lips mere inches away from yours. Practically feeling his breath tickling your face, causing goosebumps to form on your exposed arms. You felt yourself getting more and more nervous as his lips inched closer to yours. “Dont try shut me out” You urged softly, pressing your lips against his. Your hand reached for the back of his neck, tangling your fingers into his short locks of dark brown hair. You pulled away from his lips, pulling back to look into those eyes. “Shinji…” You whispered softly, tracing patterns on his cheekbones with your thumb. His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips repeatedly, clearly overwhelmed by the fact that you kissed him. “Tell me why you have to leave." Searching his eyes for an answer. "Its not fair.” You muttered, bringing your lips back to his, kissing im once again, letting out a content sigh as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. His hair became tangled in your fingers, whilst you tugged slightly on the strands, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat. He pulled you impossibly closer to him, his body pressing against yours completely. His hand soothed under your shirt, caressing your skin tenderly. Your legs moved to wrap around his hips, as one of his hands cupped your breast. You moaned into his mouth whilst grinded himself against you. Your eyes fluttered closed, lost in pleasure, as his cold hands continued to roam underneath your shirt, massaging your breasts. You arched your back against him, giving him better access to your sensitive flesh. Your fingers dug into his muscles, trying to cope with all the stimulation, but when you closed your eyes to relish the feeling of his strong embrace, you would remember the way the knife sliced through his soft skin. The way blood poured forth from the same flesh you was embracing.

You pulled back slightly from Shinji’s mouth, gasping for air, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, meeting his gaze. Too much was going on in your head, too many emotions flooding your heart. What happened today, your reaction, the way his eyes gazed hungrily at you, every single event swirling around in your head, making you unable to comprehend anything that was happening around you right now. “You okay?” The sound of Shinjiro's low voice rumbled through your chest causing shivers to spread through your whole body. “Is this too much for you?” He asked tentatively, pulling his hand away from under your shirt, moving both his hands to cup your face gently. A sudden pang of guilt pierced your heart. This wasn't what you intended on doing. He shouldn't be doing this now, not when he’s in this state. Not after what has happened to him today. But you couldn't stop yourself from craving more. So you shook your head, your eyes pleading to reassure him. Shinji placed another soft kiss on your lips, holding eye contact with you the entire time. “Then don’t make me stop,” He spoke seductively against your lips, before kissing you again deeply, pulling you so close to him that you were almost laying on top of him. It was clear that he didn't want to stop either. His arms were tight around you as if he doesn’t want you to leave ever. You knew this was probably wrong, but god does it feel good. Everything about this moment felt right, and somehow it made you forget how much pain you both went throught that night.

[whereslynx]

[PART 1] What we leave behind.

pov: You were Oscar’s ride or die, raising Cesar and holding everything together while he faced the chaos of Freeridge. But when he leaves the Santos—and you—behind, the life you built together unravels, forcing you to find a new path while the past refuses to let go.

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3) (PART 4)

a/n: this beautiful request comes from my good friend @cheesesandwichsanto ! thank u very much :) pt 2 out now!

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The evening was unusually quiet, save for the faint rustling coming from the bedroom. You’d just returned home from running errands, the smell of takeout wafting from the bags in your hands as you walked through the door. Normally, this was the time when you and Oscar would sit together, sharing a meal and talking about your day, Cesar chiming in between bites with updates about school or the latest drama in the neighborhood.

But today, something was off.

The stillness in the air carried a weight you couldn’t ignore, a heaviness that settled in your chest as you made your way down the hall. The faint noise grew louder as you approached the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, you froze at the sight before you.

Oscar was crouched by the bed, a duffel bag open on the floor beside him as he carefully packed his clothes. His broad shoulders were hunched, his movements deliberate but tense. For a moment, you just stood there, watching him. The man who had been your rock, your partner, your everything since high school, was now packing up his life without a word.

“Oscar,” you said finally, your voice low but firm.

He didn’t look up immediately, his hands pausing only briefly before continuing to fold a shirt. When he did turn to face you, the look in his eyes was one you hadn’t seen before—guilt, mixed with a sadness that twisted your heart.

“You’re home early,” he said, his tone calm, like he hadn’t been caught in the middle of something that would shatter your world.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe as you studied him. “Clearly not early enough,” you replied, nodding toward the bag. “What’s this?”

Oscar sighed, dragging a hand over his face as he stood. He didn’t answer immediately, instead stepping closer to you. But the weight of his silence said everything.

“Where are you going?” you pressed, your voice steadier than you felt.

He paused, his back to you for a moment before he turned. His expression was calm, but his eyes betrayed him. There was something there—guilt, maybe, or regret. “Bakersfield,” he said simply, like it explained everything.

“For how long?”

Oscar looked away, his jaw tightening. “I don’t know.”

The weight of his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You had stood by him through everything: his time in prison, the gang wars, and even the years of raising Cesar together after his mom died and their dad disappeared. You had been his anchor, his ride-or-die, his everything. And now, without so much as a proper conversation, he was packing up and leaving?

The air seemed to leave the room all at once, the heaviness in your chest growing until it was almost suffocating. “You don’t know,” you repeated, your voice tinged with disbelief. “So what? You’re just leaving? Cesar, me, everything we’ve built—you’re walking away from it all?”

“I don’t have a choice,” he said, his voice low but firm.

“That’s bullshit, Oscar,” you shot back, stepping closer to him. “You always have a choice.”

His gaze snapped back to you, frustration flickering in his dark eyes. “You think I want to do this? You think this is easy for me?” he asked, his voice rising slightly. “I got jumped out, and you know what that means. I can’t stay here. Not without putting a target on my back—and yours.”

You shook your head, your emotions threatening to spill over. “So your solution is to run? To leave us behind and hope for the best?”

“It’s not running,” he said, his tone softening as he stepped closer, his hands reaching for yours. “It’s protecting you. Protecting Cesar.”

You pulled your hands away, the sting of his words too much to bear. “We’re supposed to protect each other,” you said, your voice breaking despite your best efforts to stay strong. “That’s what we do, Oscar. We’re a team. Ride or die, remember?”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his gaze dropping to the floor. When he finally looked up, there was something in his eyes—regret, maybe, or resignation. “I know,” he said quietly. “And that’s why I have to do this. If I stay, it’s only a matter of time before something happens. I can’t risk that. I won’t.”

The finality in his tone was like a dagger to your heart. You took a step back, your arms crossing protectively over your chest as you fought to keep the tears at bay.

“What about Cesar?” You asked with a hush, but frantic voice, “You’re just gonna leave him here?”

Oscar ran a hand down his face, struggling to maintain eye contact with you. “I already told him,” He mumbled, “That kid is too far with the Santos, he doesn’t wanna leave.”

You scoffed, your tears escaping your eyes despite the unwillingness of your own heart, “And who do you think brought him into that?” you retorted with a scowl, “Cause I know damn well I didn’t.” Venom laced your tone, but you only withdrew your anger even more.

Oscar exhaled shakily, clearly unsure on what to say by the way his shoulders slumped at your comment.

“Fine,” you said after a long pause, your voice cold. “Go. But we’ll be here, right where you left us. Don’t forget that.”

Oscar flinched at your words, his jaw tightening as he picked up his duffel bag. For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes lingering on you like he wanted to say something more. But then he turned and walked past you, pausing only briefly in the doorway.

With his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, he hesitated. His hand hovered over the doorknob of your guys’ shared bedroom, his broad shoulders rising and falling with a deep, unsteady breath. You stood rooted in place, arms crossed tightly against your chest, trying to mask the ache building inside you.

But he turned back.

His eyes met yours, and for a fleeting moment, the tension between you melted away, leaving behind only the weight of what was about to happen. Slowly, he set the duffel bag down and stepped closer.

“Oscar, don’t—” you started, but the words faltered as he reached for you, pulling you into him.

The warmth of his arms wrapped around you, strong and familiar, and for a moment, all the anger, frustration, and heartbreak faded into the background. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, then leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, as though he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his hands still holding your waist as though he couldn’t bear to let go just yet. You didn’t speak, and neither did he. The silence was heavy but meaningful, filled with unspoken apologies and lingering affection.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Oscar stepped back, his hands falling to his sides. His eyes lingered on yours, dark and conflicted, before he turned and picked up his bag.

“Take care of Cesar,” he said softly.

Without another word, he walked out the door, leaving you standing there. The warmth of his embrace still clung to you, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the cold reality of his absence.

The sound of the front door closing echoed through the house, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than ever. You stood there for what felt like an eternity, staring at the empty doorway, trying to process what had just happened.

Oscar was gone.

When you finally moved, it was like your body was on autopilot. You made your way to the living room, finding Cesar sitting on the couch, his expression grim as he stared at the TV without really watching it, dissociation lingering in his distant gaze.

He looked up when he heard you, his eyes searching yours for answers.

“Is he gone?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak.

Cesar’s shoulders slumped, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Why does he always leave?” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart broke for him, the pain in his voice cutting deeper than anything Oscar had said. You sat down beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he leaned into you.

“I don’t know, mijo,” you said softly, your voice trembling. “But we’ll be okay. We always are.”

Cesar didn’t respond, but the way he clung to you said enough.

As the night wore on, the house grew quieter, the weight of Oscar’s absence settling over everything. You lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with a million thoughts. Anger, sadness, frustration—they all swirled inside you, leaving you exhausted but unable to sleep.

For years, you had been Oscar’s anchor, his ride-or-die, the one person he could always count on. You had stood by him through everything, never once doubting that he would do the same for you.

But now, for the first time, you wondered if you had been wrong.

(part 2 link)

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 19)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing. Trigger warning: discussions of trauma surrounding ‘desirable’ victors.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18

“Tell me about the stairs,” Dr. Aurelius says.

Y/N stares at him blankly, the stairs.

He waits a moment, tapping his pen to paper. “At the request of your husband, you will be issued a nightlock pill, to use in the event that you are captured.”

Y/N nods. One of the stipulations to Haymitch agreeing to her deployment, on this mission to rescue Peeta.

‘Show me you can reach it with your mouth.’ He tested the accessibility of her suit’s pill pocket, rigorously. ‘Show me you can still reach it with your hands behind your back.’

It isn’t something he wants her to use, but knowing that whatever Snow has planned for her would make Peeta’s captivity look like child’s play…

“By President Coin’s orders, I cannot release this… medication unless you are of sound mind.”

“You have reason to believe I’m not?” Y/N asks.

“One of your former guards told me you asked if anyone had ever jumped from the elevator.” Aurelius purses his lips.

“It was one time!” Y/N waves a hand, “and it was a joke.”

“You have a dark sense of humor.”

“You would too.”

The therapist affords her a soft smile, “you may be right. Even still, you are my patient. I need to act in your best interest. So please, tell me what happened on the stairs.”

Y/N takes a deep breath, “it’s kind of a blur. Everyone was pushing, yelling, especially after the upper levels were damaged and the rain started coming down.”

“How did you feel?”

“I felt…worried, I guess.”

“In what way?”

“About Haymitch, Madge and the kids. Worried about what was happening to Peeta. Worried about getting Katniss into the bunker.��

He jots this down.

“That was a normal response.” Y/N snaps.

“Very much so,” the doctor agrees, “not every note I make is a bad one.”

Y/N crosses her arms.

“Did you worry for yourself? Your own safety?”

You’re supposed to say yes.

“There is no right answer, Y/N.”

“There’s an answer that gets me to Peeta and one that doesn’t.”

“True,” he shrugs, “but I trust you not to lie.”

“You shouldn’t.” Y/N narrows her eyes. “I’m a good liar, I’ve been doing it since I was fifteen.”

“How do you feel about death? Is it something you long for, or run from?”

“If I die, my kids lose their mother, my husband loses his wife, my sister loses her sister. The list goes on. So it really doesn’t matter how I feel about death. All I know is that I cannot die.”

“Yet you think you could bite down on this pill?” He presents the dark purple capsule.

“As a last resort. If I have fought tooth and nail and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I can’t get free? I could.” Y/N decides.

Dr. Aurelius nods, holding the nightlock out to her. “Best of luck.”

————————————————————————

Haymitch curses Katniss’ name, as he shuffles through the crawl space she’s gone to hide in, after refusing to make the propo saying thirteen survived Snow’s attack.

Have kids, they said. It will be fun, they said.

Though none of his biological children have forced him to squeeze in such a tight space, parenthood is not for the faint of heart.

He plops down beside her with a sigh, “so this is the end, huh? I guess we’re just gonna hide down here forever.”

“I can’t be the mockingjay,” Katniss chokes out.

“Not the mockingjay,” Haymitch tosses a bit of hair away from her face, “just Katniss.”

She blinks at him, warily.

“Look, I know I’m not good at this pep talk stuff. That’s Y/N’s department.”

“She doesn’t want to see me,” Katniss understands.

“She spent the morning getting cleared by her shrink.”

“Cleared for what?”

“They’re going to rescue Peeta.” Haymitch tells her.

“What?”

“The dam went down in district five, took out most of the power to the Capitol. Knocked out their signal defense, Beetee’s inside their system, reeking all kinds of havoc. The window is open to us, for how much longer? I don’t know, I guess until the Capitol can get the power back on.” Haymitch explains.

“And Coin?”

“I can never fully support that woman. But Plutarch got word that Peeta and the others are in the tribute center. With the power out, Coin sees this as an opportunity. She knows that Peeta is the Capitol’s weapon, the same way you’re ours. And as opposed to having you two pointing at each other, she’s going to get him.”

“I have to go help them.” Katniss springs to life.

“Woah, hey,” Haymitch reaches out a hand to stop her. “What’re you just gonna jump out of the vent and go storm the Capitol? Besides it’s already underway. Six soldiers went in, volunteer only. Y/N, Gale, Boggs and three others.”

“You just let her go?” Katniss frowns.

Haymitch admits, “she’s not the type of person you ‘let’ do things. But you know how that is, sweetheart. Between the two of you,” he lets out a low whistle, “I’m exhausted.”

————————————————————————

Madge breaks her dinner roll in half. Splitting it between Everest and Arista, the same way she’s watched Y/N and Haymitch do since they got here. Making sure little bellies are full, before their own.

Pollux approaches, motioning to the seat across from Madge, at the metal mess hall table. He sets down his tray and pulls out his note pad, to jot a message down. “Is this seat taken?”

“No,” Madge greets him, “please, sit.”

“Hi, I’m Pollux. You’re Y/N’s sister, right?”

Madge nods.

“She keeps your picture in her pocket.” Pollux smiles. “And them.” He points to the oldest children.

Everest’s eyes scan the page. “Our mom told us about you. What happened to you in the Capitol…I’m really sorry.”

“Honey,” Madge runs a hand over his hair.

“Thank you, Everest. It’s nice to meet you. Your mom talks about you all the time, she is so proud.” Pollux turns the page quickly, for more room. “Arista and Daisy too, of course. Your mom loves you all very much.”

With that the children turn back to their meals.

Madge smiles, stabbing at her food with one hand, while patting the baby in the sling. The tray moves and Pollux holds out a hand to stabilize it. “Oh, thank you. It’s ok though, you eat.”

He draws the hand back, long enough to scribble, “I’d offer to hold the baby instead, but I don’t think we’re there yet.”

Madge laughs, “funny.”

“It’s really no trouble.”

Madge shrugs, as he grips the edge of her tray, loosely. Managing his own dinner just fine.

Cressida calls him away, after a while, for Finnick’s live propo, to help jam the Capitol’s airwaves.

“I’ll see you around.”

“I’ll see you.”

————————————————————————

“This is Finnick Odair, winner of the sixty-fifth Hunger Games, coming to you from district thirteen, alive and well. We survived an attack by the Capitol, but I’m not here to give you recent news.”

“Why is Finnick doing a propo?” Katniss wonders, watching the split screen of the control room. The large, right panel is an image of Finnick. Just outside the rubble, where they asked her to film earlier, the sun has set and the lights are trained on him. The left hand side is home to six smaller panels, with the soldier’s helmet cam footage.

“It’s a lot more than that,” Haymitch informs her.

“Beetee’s commandeered the system,” Coin says, proudly.

“They’re down to generator power, so there’s a more limited range of frequencies available to them. I’m filling them all up with Y/N and Finnick. It looks like they’re both live.” Beetee assures Katniss.

“Snow will think she’s still here?” That’s brilliant.

“Not many will see it, but those who do will assume they’re just propos.”

“What they don’t know is that these broadcasts are jamming their entire system with noise. Early defense warnings, internal communications, everything. As long as one or both of the broadcasts are going through, our team should be able to get in and out without being detected.” Beetee assures her.

“You can survive the arena, but the moment you leave, you’re a slave.” Finnick narrates. “President Snow used to sell me, or my body, at least.”

“Mockingjay one, you are twenty seconds from perimeter defense.”

“I wasn’t the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward, or allows people to buy them. If you refuse, he kills someone you love.” Finnick presses on, looking straight at camera.

“Ten seconds.” The hovercraft pilot begins counting down. “Nine, eight, seven, six.”

“Just because a victor is married doesn’t mean they’re safe.”

“Five, four, three…”

“The Capitol’s more generous patrons paid dearly to watch the wedding night, even more to witness the conception of the most beloved children in Panem.”

“Two, one.”

Katniss freezes, surely he doesn’t mean- it couldn’t be. The dress, that stupid dress they crammed her in. Why it upset Y/N so badly. Snow was taunting her.

“No response from perimeter defense, we’re inside Capitol airspace.”

“Yes,” Beetee rejoices.

Haymitch is watching the smaller screen, his jaw tense, doing his best to ignore the eyes that fall on him. Twisting his wedding band around and around. It doesn’t matter what secrets Finnick reveals, so long as he keeps jamming the signal. Keep Y/N safe.

“To make themselves feel better, patrons will offer presents of money or jewelry. But I found secrets to be a much more valuable form of payment.”

“Gear up,” Boggs orders the soldiers on the hovercraft. They are just seconds away from the tribute center. “Masks on.”

Their lenses are tinted for night vision, the red light inside makes Y/N’s heartbeat faster.

“Open the door.” Boggs says, his voice echoing through her headset. “Command, this is team leader, preparing to deploy gas. We will confirm once inside.”

“Such a young man when he rose to power, such a clever one to keep it. How, you may ask, did he do it?” Finnick is captivating, well spoken.

Katniss is hanging off every word.

“One word, poison.”

The timer for the gas grenadines finishes, on Bogg’s stop watch, “get ready to drop.”

Y/N secures her harness to the wire, giving it a firm tug. Descending through the open loading dock, releasing the wires as they reach ground.

“Clear.” Boggs, informs the team. “We’re inside, headed for target number one. Cell B forty-five, lower level two C.”

“So many deaths to well known adversaries, even allies who were deemed as threats.”

It’s dizzying, giving equal attention to Finnick’s message and the feed from inside the tribute center.

Haymitch is glued to that screen, her screen. Like he wants to reach through and bring her back with him.

Once Peeta’s holding cell is gassed, they are cleared to enter.

“Snow would drink from the same cup, to deflect suspicion. But antidotes don’t always work, which is why he wears roses that reek of perfume. To help cover the scent of sores, in his mouth, that will never heal.”

Poison, Katniss shakes her head to clear it. He’s still talking about poison.

Inside the room is a lab, full of jars, experiments. Cages. Medical equipment, some with blood still visible.

“What the fuck?” Y/N whispers, reaching out to try and make sense of it.

“Abernathy, on me.” Boggs warns, they need to stay focused.

“What is this place?” Gale asks, venturing deeper.

Their screens lights up, all of them at once. Too bright to see.

“Ahh.”

There is a collective hiss, from those in the tribute center. The power’s back on.

“Beetee?” Katniss has a hand flat against her belly, where the worry eats her alive.

“Ma’am, the Capitol air defense is rebooting. It’s coming back online.”

“They must be diverting power from another source, filtering transmissions. Another sixty seconds and we’ll be cut off.” Beetee scowls, typing furiously at the control panel.

“Get them outta there,” Haymitch demands.

“Madame President, should we call back the hovercraft?”

“Broadcast me,” Katniss decides, “if Snow’s watching this, maybe he’ll let the signal in, if he sees me. Put me on the air so he can see me.”

“Yes,” Plutarch snaps a finger. “Yes.”

“Put her on,” Coin agrees.

“Can we still do this?” Haymitch’s hands are shaking as he positions the camera in front of her. “Can we still get in?” Can we still save her?

“Yes, for the moment,” Beetee replies. “The line’s open, he will only see you.”

“Ok, Katniss,” Haymitch steps away. “Go.”

“President Snow.” Katniss says, “President Snow, it’s Katniss.”

The static continues to crackle. No more Finnick, no more footage from the tribute center. Just her.

“President Snow, can you hear me?” Katniss repeats, hoping for a miracle. “I need to speak with you, are you there? President Snow.”

“Miss Everdeen,” his voice is distorted for a moment, until the signal hones in. “What an honor. I don’t imagine you’re calling to thank me for the roses.”

“I never asked for this. I never asked to be in the games.” Katniss reminds him. “I just wanted to save my sister and keep Peeta alive. Let him go and I will stop being the mockingjay. I will disappear and you’ll never have to see me again.”

“You couldn’t run from this anymore than you could’ve run from the games.”

“Please, you’ve won.” Katniss says, “release Peeta and take me instead.”

Snow shakes his head with a smirk. “We are long past the opportunity for noble sacrifice.”

“Then tell me what to do, I’ve always kept my promises. Haven’t I?”

“You said you didn’t want a war, and that’s just what happened. I told you what a fragile thing peace was and still, like a child, you took pleasure in breaking it. I know what you are, I know you can’t see past your narrowest concerns. But please, Miss Everdeen, I doubt you know what honesty is anymore.”

“You asked me to convince you that I was in love with Peeta,” Katniss challenges. “Haven’t I at least done that?”

Snow takes great pleasure in what he’s about to say, it’s written all over his twisted features. “It’s the things we love most that destroy us. I want you to remember I said that.” He pauses. “Don’t you think I know Y/N and your friends are in the tribute center?”

Katniss feels the floor fall out from under her.

“Cut them off.” Snow says, turning away from the screen. It returns to the static hum of nothing.

They had comms back, but now Beetee’s lost them again.

“What happened?” Katniss sobs.

“Boggs, do you read me? Boggs, come in.”

“He knows they’re in there,” Katniss calls to Haymitch. “It’s a trap.”

“Katniss, calm down.” Haymitch whispers.

“We have to get ahold of them, tell them to get out. He knows.”

“There’s no signal, we can’t contact them,” Plutarch sighs.

“No, Haymitch.” Katniss crumbles, “he knew the whole time, he was taunting me! No, Haymitch-”

“No, no, we don’t know that.” Haymitch hushes her, because he has to be strong. He has to be steady, even with his world falling to pieces.

“Did I lose them all tonight? Did I lose them all?”

Haymitch pulls her into a hug. “Shhh,” he smooths down her dark waves, the same way he would his other daughters.

She holds fast, allowing him to comfort her. “Did I lose them?” The cry is muffled against his shoulder.

“Shh,” he sways them, gently.

“No, no.”

“Katniss,” Haymitch breathes, “listen to me. I need you to listen.”

She nods, unable to calm her erratic breathing.

“If Y/N died, I would feel it. I would feel it in my heart, if she was gone and I don’t. If she’s alive, Peeta is alive, Gale is alive. All we have to do is wait.”

————————————————————————

“Systems are back online.” The pilot informs them.

There’s nothing they can do. Communication with thirteen is shut down, no way to get through to Beetee. They’ll either shoot them out of the sky or they won’t. The only way out is through.

Y/N doesn’t mean to, but she holds her breath. Waiting until they clear Capitol airspace to resume a normal pattern.

Of the five other soldiers on this rescue mission, there is one medic. She begins tending Annie, Johanna and Peeta in turn. Starting IV fluids, as they are all dehydrated; unconscious from the gas.

Annie looks like herself, maybe a bit gaunt, but recognizable. Peeta is thin, so thin and covered in bruises. Johanna’s head has been shaved, cheeks hollow and ribs showing. Y/N tosses off her helmet, running both hands over her face.

“Soldier.” Boggs puts a hand to her shoulder. “You did good. We accomplished our goal. Now we can all go home.”

Y/N nods, blinking away tears.

“Take a breather, there’s a separate compartment through there,” he motions to the rear doors. “He’ll need you when he comes to.”

Peeta does not wake for some time, beginning to struggle at his bindings. No, he realizes, it’s not a binding that holds him. It’s a hand. Just one wrapped loosely around his.

It feels familiar, soft. Someone he knew once, it smells of artificial air. She is warm, the space around her is warm, gentle and kind. A second hand strokes his hair, the way he once wished his mother would.

His eyelids begin to flutter open, daring to reveal that he is conscious. If he’s wrong…if it’s not her and they’ve tricked him again, it will be his own fault.

“Peeta,” Y/N says, staring down at him.

He blinks up at her, in the too bright light. His breathing heavy as she tries to move away, to give him space, but he holds her. Squeezing her fingers.

“Peeta, do you know who I am?”

His throat is sore, voice hoarse, from screaming. “Y-yes.”

“Good,” Y/N smiles.

“Where am I?”

“We’re in a hovercraft, on the way to district thirteen.”

Peeta studies her face. There was something…something is missing, something’s wrong. “What happened to the baby?”

“She’s fine.” Y/N assures him. “Keeping her siblings and Haymitch company.”

“You’re all ok?”

Y/N nods, “yeah, honey, we’re all ok. Now we focus on getting you healthy. Ok?”

He doesn’t flee from her touch, only the occasional flinch when he forgets where he is, until she reminds him that he is safe. “You came back for me.”

“Of course I did.”

Y/N leaves him briefly, with the doctors, upon arrival in thirteen. She needs to find Haymitch, tell him she’s ok. And she is running, searching, colliding into him, with such force that they are both sent off balance.

Down to the floor, the dirty, cold floor. But no place has ever felt better. To hold him, for him to hold her and inhale the scent at the crook of his neck.

“Never again.” He pleads, massaging the back of her scalp, like he does when she’s falling asleep. “Never do that to me again.”

“I’m sorry, Haymitch.” She nuzzles the delicate skin of his throat.

“Don’t make me live in a world where you don’t exist.”

‘All I know is that I cannot die.’

Part 20

Series Taglist: @praline357 @flowercrowns-goodvibes @justheretoparty420 @avocadotoastwithegg @treehouse-mouse @emo-markie @spilled-mi1k @magical-spit @greaser9902 @jessicamellarky @yourebuckingkiddingme @smuha2004 @sendhelplease @ninimackbrews @wittiestrain184 @r1dd1kulus @erenluvr69 @helpimhyperfixating @jackierose902109 @jellybear455 @dreammgc @dadbodfanatic-x @ftdtcmlovr @inky-sun @ms-brek-ker @undercover55655 @mischiefmanaged21 @avoxrising @koiphisch @drwho-ess @daisydaisybilly