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jvngkook97 · 3 years ago

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Red Light, Green Light

pairing; CEO!jungkook x PA!reader

genre; mainly angst, smut, hints of fluff at the end, ceo au, personal assistant au

warnings; cursing, non explicit sexual activities, bdsm but not too graphic, mentions of blood, all is consensual (until it’s not), kinda like a 50 shades of gray moment tbh, reader is a sub so we getting a dom koo but he’s an asshole and reader just wants his love and attention (and so does koo but he has a roundabout way of showing it)

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 10,923 this one is a doozy

a/n; taking a break from soulmate aus to whip this baby out of my drafts. was listening to “earned it” by The Weeknd and this scenario came into my head. it’s my first time writing anything pertaining to this topic, so be kind pls. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

You shouldn’t be here. It stood against every rational bone in your body. The same body that’s already had a taste of what’s to come, though this time it won’t be under the guise of a ‘work meeting’ in your boss’s office. No, for this special occasion, you were invited to his million dollar mansion. The Jeon Estate, where playboy and CEO ofJeon Enterprises – Jeon Jungkook, resided when he graced his workers with his presence since he took over the company from his father. Where he currently chose to specifically grace you with his presence, and more.

You honestly don’t even know how it started. One day you were a normal secretary who yeah, you’ll admit, you had a teensy crush on your boss. But you weren’t the only one. Men and women alike both shared interest in the handsome specimen of a man. His aura exuding attention and dominance whenever he walked into the room.

He was always dressed to the nines in a different custom designer suit whenever you saw him. Some of those even being dropped off for him, courtesy of yourself. Quickly and quietly you would step into his office, always getting his approval before even starting the trek to his floor. Cause yep, his office took up the entire top floor of the enlarged skyscraper that resided in Seoul, South Korea.

There was always an empty clothes rack that stood against the wall as soon as the elevator opened, where you would carefully place said suits, making sure they were evenly separated from each other. Already being yelled at for such a heinous act by his girlfriend when she witnessed the already plastic covered designer suits touching. You learned to never make that mistake again.

That was another fact that made it near impossible to get even on a friendly level with the CEO; his girlfriend. Sun-Yee was the epitome of perfection, but she had an ugly heart. Seriously, even Jungkook had his albeit rare, soft moments where he would give you a genuine thank you in gratitude for all your hard work. Those simple words igniting the fire in you to work harder to always stay in his line of sight amongst the thousands of other workers that resided on your floor.

So imagine, to your utmost surprise and delight, when his last personal assistant got fired for reasons unknown, and it was you he chose to be his new one. The power you felt when you walked into your enclosed office, rather than just another open cubicle, was indescribable. However, there was whispers that always floated around the office workers. Talks of what the young CEO liked to do as a hobby, both outside of work and during a certain mysterious block of hours that were always blacked out for him on a daily basis where he refused to take calls, clients, or meetings. Supposedly, he never left his office during those hours. And rather, there was always someone seen going in, to not come back out until the hours were over. That was all hearsay, a myth, an urban legend, until it happened to you.

One day, it was you he sent for to come into his office during those blacked out hours. And it was only then did you realize a whole different side to your boss. At first, he claimed it was just a chance to get to know his workers better, have a little ‘one on one’ time without the interruptions of the usual work day. And that’s exactly what happened the next two times he called you back in. You both got to know each other more personally, and it made you feel as if you finally made it to the friendship level in your work relationship. Dare you say, there was even moments of him flirting with you.

It was after the third meeting, did things take a sudden, sinful, turn. Not that you were complaining. Moreso, you were wantonly moaning. But only after agreeing to signing a very detailed contract. And that’s when you knew each other not just on a personal level, but an intimate one as well.

This went on for the better part of the year, him even taking you on a few out of office dates, and even though one of the many rules he had was never to catch feelings for him, you did, obviously. It didn’t help that on one of those public dates he decided to kiss you, which only fueled your innate feelings. You were only human after all. Feelings you always kept in and never showed except when your limbs were entangled and the tears of longing that ran down your face could be hid under the pretense of being euphorically overstimulated. If he ever got the sense you were falling for him, he never showed it.

When he broke up with his girlfriend, you had glutton laced hope that maybe he did it to be with you, exclusively. Except, the conversation of topic wasn’t ever brought up. And when your year mark hit, you didn’t even get one call or text from him. Sure, you didn’t technically have a label, but you thought you meant more to him than an essential booty call. You guessed wrong.

It wouldn’t be until three months later of you just doing your regular personal assistant duties at work, did you get summoned back to his office. With an exhausted sigh, you had no choice but to listen to your bosses orders and meet up with him. Not one to address the elephant in the room, you chose not to say anything of your previous sexual activities, and opted for the polite and professional ‘what can I do for you, sir’.

And thus, you were invited to join him for the evening at his 23.5 million dollar mansion, a fact you looked up due to pure curiosity and to busy yourself during the eerily silent car ride in the black, sleek, limo he sent for you to your house to be picked up. Requesting you dress in cocktail attire, you had to call up your best friend and raid her closet to wear something even close to what he had in mind. Cause other than the bleak, but comfortable, business attire you donned at work, all that was in your closet was casual and laidback clothing fitting for a single woman who was still paying off her student loan debt for the next 30 years. Basically, she was your lifesaver, and how it was possible for you to be wearing a black, body hugging, lace, bustier cocktail dress.

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High, thick, concrete walls that connected to an equally as high and thick automatic gate is what greeted you upon the arrival to just the entrance to the mansion. The driver signaled to the security guard station that was located on the side of the gate in order to monitor who comes and goes in the mansion for Jungkook’s safety. The security then pressed the magic button that thrust the gates wide open with ease and the limo resumed on it’s course up the long, scenic driveway that lead to the main doors of the mansion.

Once the car pulls to a stop in front of the mansion, you could hear the driver get out of the car. Assuming he was about to open your car door, you waited. Seconds later, the door is pulled open, but it’s not by the limo driver, it’s by Jeon Jungkook himself. Your eyes widened considerably at his sudden appearance, looking as elegant as always. He held his hand out to you with a knowing smirk, ready to help you out of the limo. Stepping out carefully onto the black asphalt, you held his hand tightly as leverage before letting go to stand up straight in front of him.

His eyes are locked on yours. There is an eerie calm in his demeanor that makes your pulse quicken. The subtle grin on his lips tells you not to be fooled by the quiet. It’s the silence before the predator strikes his prey. You see him look you over carefully and hungrily as he takes a step closer. He opens his mouth to speak and his voice is low and gravelly.

“Well, don’t you look ravishing, love.”

Your cheeks feel warm and your heart skips a beat. You suddenly feel as if the air around you has become much warmer, even on the blistery cool night it was only a second before his use of both the compliment and the pet name that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Shall we?” He offered his arm to you like a true gentleman, but you knew otherwise. Still, you took the offered arm in kind with a polite smile as he guided you both up the stairs and through the large front doors that were currently being held open by staff help, you could only assume.

Upon entering the foyer of the mansion, he continued to lead you up another flight of stairs that led you to his private wing where he said you could moan and scream in privacy. A cheeky smile plastered on his face as he leaned in to whisper the lewd thought into your exposed ear from wearing your hair in an updo.

It was a couple of more minutes of walking through a maze of hallways before he stilled both your movements in front of a plain, black door. In fact, upon surveying your surroundings since stepping inside, you have yet to see another door like it. This must be the only one. A thought that made you tilt your head in wonder, but you didn’t voice it out loud. Least, not until you see the key he fishes out of his pocket for you to see.

“Is this your room?” You ask inquisitively, tight smile on your face. Your heart was dreading what your body anticipated.

Jungkook let’s out a small chuckle and grins widely. He walks slowly closer to you, his eyes roaming over your body unabashedly. It was in this moment, that you truly did feel like his prey.

“Like what you see, sir?” You smirked at him, using his preferred choice of naming that normally gets him frazzled.

When he gets close, he moves around to your side, as though getting a view of all your angles. You don’t see him, but you hear him let out a soft grunt of approval before he steps closer to you, now taking the position of being behind you.

You can feel him behind you, the electricity of the close proximity buzzing through your body and hitting you in waves. You hear him breathe you in deeply. Savoring your scent and letting it wash over him. The lightest groan could be heard falling from his lips as he exhaled, barely audible, but you caught it within the silence of the hallway.

“Yes.” The delayed reply came with a drawn out ‘s’ sound at the end.

All of a sudden he pressed his soft lips against your shoulder as his hands came to rest on the curve of your hips. His lips slowly hovered over your skin, trailing up to the base of your neck, where he chooses to plant his next kiss. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin and it sends a delightful chill through you.

Not another sound has been made as you then feel one of his hands reach around your front to your chest. He leaves another kiss on your neck. The hand that rose to your chest, now outlined the curve of your breast sensually on it’s way to trail up your collarbone. Reaching it’s end destination, large hand lightly curving around the side of your throat with ease, his lips place yet another kiss on your skin. The other hand that’s on your hip, grips your waist more tightly.

With another deep inhalation of your aroma, he squeezes your throat so lightly, you could barely feel it. Holding it for just a moment, he lets his hand fall from your neck and moves from his position behind you, effectively letting you free from his snake like grip that did nothing but entrance you into your submissive state.

Standing back in front of you, he gently places one hand on your cheek with a soft, sincere look on his face and a question on his lips.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.” You reply back instantly.

Jungkook holds your gaze for a moment and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He reaches down to unlock the door with one hand, the other grabbing your hand to lead you in once he pushes it open. Walking through the threshold, you were surrounded by an aura the room held within it’s closed doors. There was no doubt in your mind, this was his playroom.

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You recall the stoplight system he uses. Green to keep going, yellow to slow down or be careful, and red for a full stop. You repeated the rules like a mantra in your head, not realizing that Jungkook has long since shut the door behind your bodies and was now trying to talk with you. Blinking yourself out of your stupor, did your ears seem to start working again as you shyly asked him to repeat himself one more time.

On the bed you can see three decorative boxes, clearly gifts for someone. He looks at you, smiling widely, and gestures towards the boxes.

“I told you that I wanted you to have something that could be your own in this space. In each box is something you might enjoy using during our time together.” He patiently reiterated for a second time.

“Oh! Really?” You asked unbelieving. Maybe he does this ritual for every girl he brings into his playroom, you rationalized in your head.

He opens the various boxes for you and invites you to take a look inside them. In the first box are red ropes. In the second box is a pair of black, leather cuffs bound together by a short chain. In the third box is a black, satin blindfold with ribbon accents around the edging.

“You choose whichever one you would like, and it’s yours.” He vowed to you solemnly.

Why did this oddly feel like leaving a toothbrush at your boyfriend’s house? The only difference being he isn’t your boyfriend, and his idea of a toothbrush is a sex toy of your choosing. Your mind reeled with unspoken questions while your heart started fluttering with the possibility of this endeavor meaning something more to him than just a booty call.

Is it possible that he was catching feelings too?

Leaning down to reach into the box, you chose to go for the black, satin blindfold. The simplicity and allure drawing itself to you. You couldn’t wait to experience what kind of pleasure this material would bring you. More specifically, what he would bring you wearing it.

Once again you got lost in your thoughts while holding the blindfold in the palm of your hand delicately. The fabric is luxurious and soft against your skin. During your inner lewd daydreams, Jungkook took it upon himself to walk into the connecting bathroom in the room to undress until he was in nothing but his underwear.

Minutes later he returns, thoroughly disrobed, and grins at your selection of choice.

“Have you made your decision, baby?”

His voice breaks you from your daydream, as you subtly nod your head at him in response, eyes showing no remorse as they trail over the beautiful, nearly nude, male in front of you. Now you suddenly felt overdressed.

Jungkook holds his hand out for you to give the blindfold to him. He looks you over with eager anticipation and gives you a wide smile.

“Ready to begin?” He asks in a sultry voice that has your toes curling in your heels.

“Yes, I’m ready.” You replied, not realizing your mistake. His eyes narrowed.

“Colors next time. Green. Yellow. Red.” He annunciated each color in a clear and concise voice so you understood. You nodded and this time you replied back correctly.

“Green.”

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Jungkook smiles softly at you. He steps around behind you and covers your eyes with the blindfold, positioning it carefully before tying it tightly against your head. He lets his hands caress the sides of your neck for a moment, letting each hand run its own course along the tops of your shoulders and then moves around to stand back in front of your now sightless figure. You feel him take your hands in his.

Without any kind of warning, he immediately pulls you in so close you could feel the body head that radiates from him, as his lips meet yours in a kiss. The kisses are slow and sensual at first, but become more intense and needier with each touch of his traveling hands. You feel his hands find place on your hips as he carefully guides your body backwards still kissing you. Deprived of your sight, you relaxed your body to let him lead you without trouble.

Feeling your back touch a wall, you let out a soft grunt in the kiss. Jungkook uses the opportunity of the new position to press his body against yours. His kisses are deep and his tongue slithers into your mouth with expertise, mingling with yours. You let out a soft moan as you kiss him, the sound eliciting a response in him in a way of tilting his head to kiss you more deeply, his hands gripping onto you tightly to the point of slight pain, but still mostly pleasure.

Due to the close proximity, you can feel how his heart is beating against your clothed breast. He angles his hips before pressing them towards you and you can feel exactly how much he’s enjoying the make out session so far, his length prominent behind the thin underwear he’s still wearing. He then abruptly breaks the kiss, which has your submissive side whining in disappointment.

His body heat fades from yours as he steps back and away from you, but you still stay leaning against the wall since he hasn’t told you to move. Still unable to see, you can hear him shuffling around within the room. Even with his absence, you can still smell the alluring musk of his cologne in the air and it’s dizzying.

A moment later, you hear the sound of his feet padding towards you, before he pivots at the last moment he would’ve made contact with your body, and places an unknown object onto the nightstand you know is located a few paces somewhere close to where you stood against the wall. Your body flinches at the sudden onslaught of his hands on your body once more, his lips coming in a barrage of lip bruising precision. His hands then begin the arduous process of removing your clothes while finding strategic ways to break the kiss as little as possible.

Soon, you feel nothing but air hit your body as you stand in nothing but the blindfold still tightly secured around your eyes, nothing but black filling your vision. He places a delicate kiss on your now bare shoulder with a tenderness that has you inwardly keening at his soft nature coming out for you only.

Then you feel something cold, an ice cube, you conclude. Your nipples instantly hardened at the abrupt coldness, goosebumps now littering your skin all over. He alternated between tantalizingly rubbing the ice cube on various parts of your body, to then take it away and replace the cold spot with soft, warm kisses. Between those kisses he asked a question.

��Green?”

“Green.” You breathlessly echoed.

Once you could only assume the ice cube fully melted from your body heat alone, did he calculatingly place one of his arms behind your knee and one behind your back to scoop you up into his arms in a bridal style hold. You let out a quiet gasp at the sudden action.

Gently he laid you down on the silk sheets of the bed and hovering over you with one arm supporting him, he reached over to the nightstand to grab another ice cube. Continuing the cold assault on your body, he kept switching in between rubbing the ice cube on multiple parts of your body and planting precise soft, warm, open mouthed kisses on the once cold areas. Your back arching underneath him due to his ministrations, little mewls could be heard falling from your lips.

He licks up the drops of water as they start trailing down your body. The ice play and Jungkook’s skilled tongue elicit moans of pleasure from you, particularly when he gives his full attention to more sensitive parts of your body. The longer you play, the more you feel as though Jungkook is on autopilot. Every touch is calculated and needy as he seeks refuge in your body. With each change of position and play his touch becomes more rough.

His body climbs further up yours as he effectively traps you underneath his body, leaning down to kiss you deeply. With one of his hands he pins your wrists above your head still kissing you. You feel him pull back slightly as you feel his teeth playfully bite into your bottom lip a little too hard, the unwarranted action causing you to gasp into the little space between your faces. He doesn’t let up, pinning your wrists harder into the bed with his grip tightening around them.

His lips leave kisses as they trail down your chin to the base of your neck, where his teeth decide to make another showing. The sharp pinch and suction on your skin is harder than you expected, and it hurts. Not wanting to ruin the mood, however, you kept your lips pursed tightly. Even though the word ‘yellow’ wanted to make it’s way out of your mouth in a small plea.

His pacing doesn’t change as he switches his assault on your body to one where his hands were continuously moving and grasping all parts of your body aggressively, the gentle side of him long gone. His mouth and tongue ravished your body, him wanting to get a taste of every inch of you. His whole demeanor screamed rough and possessive.

A slight whimper made it’s way up your throat and through your still pursed lips. Yet you steeled your resolve, selfishly hoping that any minute he would change back to the gentle Jungkook you once knew, and unfortunately and consequently, you were still in love with.

Seemingly out of nowhere, cause it was, to you, he uses his sheer upper body strength once he sits back up on his knees, to flip your body over, resulting in you now being face down in the pillows with your bare back and ass in plain view for him. You mistakenly thought he was doing this to give you a gentle, pleasurable, back massage. Once again, you were wrong.

He hungrily kisses, licks, sucks, and bites all over the newly exposed skin that has yet to feel his wrath. His hands roughly grasped your hips, your ass, everything. Mimicking his previous position, he once again grasps your wrists in his one large hand to press them down into the bed. Your head was now facing sideways, resting on the upper part of your arm in an attempt to get some air into your lungs, breaths coming out in sharp pants. With his tight grip on your wrists, he slid his chest down the length of your back until you could feel his breath fan over your bare ass cheek, his other arm stretched out over your legs to unknowingly keep your body in place, not at all prepared for the wave of pain you were about to feel. You even half expected him to ask you for what color you’re currently feeling before he makes his move. Nope. Not this time, apparently.

His teeth sunk harshly and without remorse into the flesh of your hip, the only surprise for you being his target which you thought was going to be your ass cheek. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It should be your new mantra in life.

A searing pain burns at your hip and there is no doubt in your mind that he’s drawn blood.

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“What the actual fuck, Jungkook?”

Your high pitched scream and question cut through the now humid air that was caused by your heated bodies. Roughly tugging yourself out of his iron grip on your wrists, you tugged the blindfold up enough to see Jungkook. A look of murder was on your face from the painful action, your hip now throbbing from the male’s assault.

What you didn’t realize was that Jungkook was still stuck in his dominating persona, and you just broke a major rule by not using the stoplight code.

Jungkook doesn’t say a word to you as he releases you from his grip fully, face blank from emotion, as he lifts himself up off the bed to stand back on his feet. His figure striding over towards an array of toys that hung on the far wall in plain view with a newfound purpose. He just stands there for a second with his back towards you, pondering, when he slowly and delicately picks a riding crop up off one of the many shelves that were lined up in rows on the wall.

When he looks at you next, his gaze is cold. This isn’t the warm look your encounter started with, as the supposedly playful bites that were already painting bruises on your skin, stung painfully.

Something feels off. Something feels wrong.

Deciding that you were finally done, you carefully untie and remove his gift. The blindfold now free from it’s once tight grip around your head, and toss it in front of you on the bed. You shuffle yourself off the bed, being careful not to bump any of your now very prominent forming bruises that littered your body in a grotesque painting. Mustering up what dignity you had left, you stood at the side of the bed with a straight back and stared at Jungkook.

Jungkook now eyes the blindfold on the bed with a steely gaze, standing directly in front of the bed in a stiff manner, hand holding the riding crop in a death grip, his knuckles turning white. He saunters over to your now standing form to stand directly in front of you instead.

“I didn’t tell you to take it off, did I?” His voice pierced through the room in a tone void of emotion. You couldn’t believe those were the first words he was going to say to you after everything that just happened. Your hand twitched from its spot that hovered near your now aching hip.

It all happened so quick, it was like a blur, as if your mind already wanted to erase this whole scenario from your mind before it even began. With fast and precise movements, Jungkook grabs your wrist and turns you around to face the bed. He lets go of your wrist only to press it harshly against your lower back, the action resulting in you now being bent over for him, your upper body landing on the bed with your ass still up in the air. It was the perfect position for his next move. You should’ve expected it at this point, but naively, you didn’t. That was your mistake. Though, least you can say you tried.

“Jungkook, wait, don’t— STOP!”

With a sharp twist of his wrist, Jungkook makes a fatal hit on your bare ass. A loud ‘SMACK’ could be heard reverberate through the room from the contact of the riding crop hitting your skin. Your whole body being pushed forward from the sheer force of the hit. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice you finally said the correct code word. Or rather, you screamed it.

“RED! RED! RED!”

You’re in tears. Them falling immediately after the riding crop left your now red, sore, skin. Jungkook says nothing, but to your relief, he also doesn’t continue.

“This isn’t like you.” The words coming out of your mouth in a watery mess, your body now curled in on itself, your legs being pulled up on the bed fully, as you now took the fetal position. Suddenly, you felt overexposed.

As though being broken from a trance, your comment made his cold demeanor crack as his eyes widened. His breathing is hard and you can tell his adrenaline has been pumping. It wasn’t until you finally gained enough strength to pick your wrecked and sore body off the bed to gather your things and get dressed in record breaking time, did his facial expression change. You can physically see the array of emotion’s pass by on his face, it’s as if he doesn’t even fully understand what just transpired in his own body himself.

Gathering your courage, you decided that you would not let this situation break you. And instead, you were going to stand up for yourself for once. Feelings be damned. You didn’t want to be with someone in any way, shape, or form, if they could so willing do something like this to you without restraint.

“This wasn’t what we agreed to.” You started your little speech in a calm, cold manner. Jungkook was getting ready to open his mouth and spew some kind of bullshit for you to forgive him. You raised your hand up in front of his face to stop him. You were not going to let him have the chance.

“Green. Yellow. Or red. I don’t fucking care–“ you emphasized in a now loud tone.

“If I say stop, YOU STOP!” You yelled the last words in his face, eyes ablaze with a fury he’s never seen on you wear before. It makes him feel even worse than he already does.

Stepping back away from him, to give yourself some distance from the male before you do something you regret, you let out an exhausted and shaky sigh. Your own adrenaline starting to come down from the weight of the words that just came out of your mouth. Man, you just wanted a warm bath and to snuggle into your equally warm, safe, bed.

Jungkook seems conflicted and confused. But he respects your distance and doesn’t move an inch towards you. He quickly grabs his clothes from the bathroom, but instead of getting dressed in there, he opts to stand in the same position in front of you as before, not wanting you to leave without him knowing.

He dresses to the best of his ability while still standing up. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, but he says nothing and looks away. ‘What a coward’, you thought inwardly in disgust. All he does is trek his way to the entrance of the room, where he opens it for you. Not wasting a second more, you hurriedly step through the threshold and make your way down the same path you took to get here, except now you were leaving. Jungkook surprisingly doesn’t go to follow you, as if his body is still in shock over it’s misuse of someone so precious to them, you.

You make your way down the main grand staircase that leads to the foyer and the two, large, grandiose doors that will be your escape from this mansion. The staff held them open for you patiently, as if Jungkook already told them you were leaving somehow. Sure enough, as soon as you stepped foot into the outside air, there was already the same black limo idly waiting for your arrival to drive you back home. The driver held the door open for you as you climbed into the backseat. Stealing a glance back towards the mansion as the car drove off, you looked through the back, tinted window. You saw Jungkook standing where the car was prior on the black asphalt. His chest heaving, mouth open, and a look of regret and sorrow was painted on his face, as if he made a last minute decision to chase after you. His attempt was futile. You were already gone. And you never looked back again.

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A letter of resignation would be found on his office desk in the morning when he would sit down in his chair. Hands holding the paper so carefully, a look of heartbreak resting on his face at the name signed at the bottom.

Your name.

Slamming the paper down on the desk with both hands, he stood up in his chair, the force of him kicking it back with his foot hard enough to clatter on the floor behind him. His rage not yet satiated, he made a big swiping motion with his hands and arms as he made all his belongings on the clear, glass desk fly into the air before harshly landing in a pile of nonsense on the dark, marble flooring.

Still standing, his head was down, with his hair shielding his face. His knuckles clutched tightly on the glass desk turning white, his nails digging into the palms of his hands that was painful, but he didn’t care. It was nothing compared to the pain he brought you, albeit, it was never intended to get that far. He would forever regret the way he treated you, someone he very closely came to loving. But as always, he had to fuck up the one good thing in his life.

Tears splattered on the clear desk in a continuous pattern as his shoulders shook with the quiet sobs he held in so others couldn’t hear.

He couldn’t appear weak,

he was the CEO after all.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to fight for you with all he had.

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Starting your new job at a different firm wasn’t easy. You were so used to the ways of your old place of work, your coworkers, your boss. It was difficult trying to find a new routine, but after a couple of months, you finally found one. You weren’t necessarily happy, but you were content. And that was better than nothing.

Jungkook hasn’t tried contacting you since you resigned. And as much as you wanted to completely cut him off from your life for good, you still found yourself looking at articles that pertained to the young, handsome, successful CEO. Though, there were some concerns about certain businesses he was in charge of that had to do with shareholders? You’re not entirely sure what it all means, not majoring in business yourself, but the fancy charts in the article that show drastic highs and lows must mean it’s not anything good.

And of course, you stalked his social media accounts. To your utmost surprise, there hasn’t been any racy pictures of him with other women since after you left. In fact, other than a few pictures of him with respectable business women where he kept a polite distance with a trained smile, there wasn’t any others. None. As if he took the time to delete each and every one from all his social media accounts. But why would he go through the hassle of something like that? To try and create a better image of himself for future investment opportunities? That had to be it, you thought rationally.

Cause surely, it wasn’t because of you.

You scoffed at the preposterous thought that wormed itself into your head. Wearing your comfy pajama set, you scooped another spoonful of ice cream that ended up in your mouth. Humming in content over the creamy goodness, you frowned upon realizing that was the last bite. Just as you were about to get up and throw the carton away, there was three, loud, consecutive knocks on your front door.

Stopping in your tracks, you stilled. Maybe they were knocking on the wrong door? After a few minutes of you still not answering the door, the persistent knocks continued for another three raps. Furrowing your eyebrows you decided to just open the door and steer them in the right direction.

What you didn’t expect, was for Jeon Jungkook of all people to be standing in a for once, casual outfit of choice, as if he was trying to blend in with the surrounding people. In fact, it seemed like his whole persona has changed. He has a new haircut and style, new piercings on his face that weren’t there before, and even some tattoos on his once bare skin. To say you were shocked, would be an understatement. You’ll admit, it just makes him even more irresistible. Much to your dismay.

“I believe I owe you an apology. May I come in, y/n?”

You stared at him like he had two heads. Was he serious?

“You’re serious? It’s been like, three months, Jungkook! Not that I was keeping count or anything–,” you started off strong, then gradually fell into your word vomit. His lip gave a subtle quirk, as he tried not to smile at your adorable rambling, lip piercing slightly moving with the sudden gesture.

“You’re right.” He began, making you cross your arms in pride that he agreed with you for once. “It’s been three months, one week, and four days. And yes, I was keeping track.” He stated the exact amount of time so casually, no hint of being embarrassed about it at all on his face. Your mouth dropped open as your eyes widened comically. He was serious. Oh, shit.

Okay. Okay. Okay. You repeated in your head as you cautiously opened the door wider and moving off to the side to give him room to walk inside your small, dingy, but comfortable home. You just hoped he wouldn’t rip you a new one at your choice of living. Or your interior design. The afterthought coming after you not so subtly shut the door quickly behind him, and raced by him into the living room to inspect what damage you’ve done this evening with your recent pity party of one. It looked decent, thankfully. And you mentally patted yourself on the back for that one.

Choosing to sit on the lazy boy recliner that could only fit one, you strategically created a good amount of distance between you two as he sat on the loveseat that was adjacent to you. Curling your legs underneath you, you tugged the throw blanket that was hanging off the back of the chair in pure decoration, and threw it over the lower half of your body. Tucking it up underneath your arms, you were sure the blanket was thoroughly secured and risked looking up into Jungkook’s face for the first time since you opened the door. Time to get this conversation over with.

“So,” you started, drawing out the ‘o’ sound, “–about that apology? You owe me a lot more than that.” As an afterthought, you added a sly, “I got home just fine, by the way.” A morose smile was on your face, a sure fire way of letting him know you were being sarcastic.

His face was still stoic, eyes just continuing to stare into your soul. If it wasn’t for you watching him so closely, you would’ve missed the slight twitch that occurred with his now pierced eyebrow. He forgot just how feisty you could be, a stark reminder that you were much different from his previous relationships.

One of the many reasons he did end up falling for you in the time you spent together, you being none the wiser. Not that he explicitly showed he was interested in you more than just what was written in the contract. His mind always won over his heart when it came to business. But now he saw things in a new light since you’ve been gone, he was a completely changed man, for the most part.

“That’s good to hear.” He gave you a small, genuine smile. When it came to your safety, it was always his top priority. It wasn’t something to joke about. He understood that much.

“I’m sorry our evening ended like it did.” The smile now wiped from his face completely, eyes full of sorrow, the events of that night swirling in his head like a reel of old film. It haunted him to this day, him still not fully knowing how he let himself go so carelessly. It’s like he completely blacked out after a certain extent of your activities, losing himself to his dominant side that he thought he had control over by now. He was wrong, it seems. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position. And I am very glad that you made it home safely, y/n.”

Your face started to turn into one of sympathy for the male, the feeling behind his words seeming real. Or, so you thought. Until he uttered the next words from his mouth that made your face contort into one of disbelief.

“I thought you understood what you were getting into though.”

You scoffed out loud at him.

“Seriously? You treated me like a one night stand you could hurt to make yourself feel better!” The words rushed out of your mouth in a clipped tone. Your body leaning forward from the weight of the words.

He held his hands up in defense, worried you might get up at any moment to pummel into him with your tiny, yet still equally as dangerous, fists of fury when you were upset enough. Another reason he fell for you, your strength and being able to stand up for yourself.

“That wasn’t my intention, I assure you…,” he trailed off, deep in thought, his gaze on you turning into one of resolve and clarity. “Maybe you still aren’t quite ready for this lifestyle. You should have said ‘red’ sooner.”

An unladylike snort made it’s way out of your nose from the surprising comment. This guy, you thought with a click of your tongue, shaking your head in mock sadness for the male in front of you. He still didn’t understand what an apology was, or what it meant for that matter. Clearly, he believes that he did nothing wrong that night. A heavy feeling settled itself into your stomach where butterflies used to once flutter for Jungkook. And now they were all dead.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You threw up your hands in frustration, head thrown back into the chair as you stared up at the blank white ceiling before settling your sights back on the perfect example of what a privileged man looks like.

“Are you kidding me right now?!” Your voice cracked from the sudden high pitch in tone. “This isn’t something that I’ve,“ you pointed at yourself, emphasizing. “–done wrong, Jungkook!”

“I suppose that makes sense…,” he once again trailed off, unphased by your outburst and theatrics, shrugging his shoulders in a nonchalant way. It pissed you off to no end. How the hell did you waste a better part of over a year on this guy? You must’ve been blinded by love.

“MAKES SENSE?!”

Your body shifted as if you were about to stand up, which you were, from the amount of rage you were currently experiencing with your whole body. The throw blanket being thrown off your lap haphazardly without a care. The subtle action making Jungkook instantly jump up from his position on the couch to now stand behind the couch he was sitting on prior, using it as a makeshift shield. He was smart, sometimes.

Assuming the position of defense, he once again held his hands up in front of him, fingers splayed out as extra protection, you could only guess, before wisely spewing the rest of his thoughts out loud that will hopefully ward you off and have you change your mind about attempting to murder him.

“Y/N, wait! Listen to me for just a moment!” He pleaded with you desperately. Now standing up yourself, you took one step towards him as he took one step back.

“You’re right.” He led with the phrase that made you stare at him questioningly. Your head tilted to the side as your arms crossed over your chest. Foot tapping impatiently on the ground, you gestured with one of your hands for him to continue. He had your attention. He better not waste it.

“I was in the wrong here. I should have checked in. Just because you didn’t use a safe word doesn’t mean that you were doing okay. It truly is on me. I have not been a good dom to you.” Your face lost it’s anger, now turning into one of astonishment as you focused on the words that fell from his mouth. “It’s inexcusable, and I would understand if you considered it unforgivable as well.” Your arms now unfolded to flop uselessly by your sides as you stood up straighter. “If you want to end it here and now, I wouldn’t blame you for it. Though, I guess you kind of did already..” his voice got smaller, the fact making his heart feel heavy. But despite his tone, he gained the courage to walk around the couch to stand in front of you a few feet away. His hands were fisted at his sides as he mustered up the strength to properly finish his speech. “But I will ask, selfishly, that you give me another chance.”

“We don’t even want the same things.” You fired out the fact with an exasperated tone. Your body sagged, suddenly feeling exhausted from this whole conversation.

“I understand that.” He stated, just as matter of fact. It made your eyebrows furrow in confusion. If he understood, why was he still so adamant to get back together with you?

“I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re all over the place! You told me before all this happened that you just might consider taking me out on dates, exclusively, with a title. That’s why I decided to meet you at your house that day, even though my mind was telling me otherwise. But then that date suddenly turned into another one of your sessions.” The passionate explanation was the last straw for your worn out body as you resolved to sitting back down in the comfort of the lazy chair, not being able to support the own weight of your body anymore. Your head fell into your hands as your palms rubbed into your eyes viciously, trying to cease the onslaught of tears that wanted to spill out.

Jungkook dropped to his knees in front of your sitting figure, not caring about how his knees might bruise from the sudden impact, his height now matching yours as he gently grabbed both of your hands to pull them away from your face. In response, you turned your head to the side to try and hide the fact that you couldn’t succeed in stopping the tears from coming out. It broke his heart, a lump of his own starting to form in the back of his throat that he cleared before continuing to speak, now in a soft, gentle, tone.

“I know, I’m so sorry, y/n.” He released his grip on your wrists one large hand, opting for holding both of yours in a firm, but gentle grip. The other rising to caress the side of your face that’s turned away from him, slowly moving your face forward towards him so he could look you in the eyes with what he says next. He wants you to know he means every word.

“I wish I could explain away my actions, but that would be disingenuous even if outside factors are affecting me.”

“You’re right about that.” You mumbled under your breath bitterly, now looking into his big, brown, doe eyes you love.

“Is there anything I can do to begin to fix us? I don’t want to lose you, as much as I deserve to.” His eyes glistened with a watery sheen to them. You clutched onto his hand with yours, the one that was still caressing your face with utmost care. Your heart was starting to resurface for the lonely male. But, you inwardly decided, this would be his one and only chance under one condition.

“Tell me what’s really going on, or I’m out. I mean it, Jungkook.” You squeezed the hand that was holding yours in emphasis.

Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he waited for your next words, he nodded determinedly, albeit with a little hesitation. He’s never been one to express his emotions so vividly. The whole vulnerable side being new to him entirely. He never even got like this with his previous partners. His feelings having never run this deep for anyone before.

“When I first started talking to you, I found myself quickly enamored with you in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. I found myself sharing details of my life I hadn’t spoken about in years. I was telling you about my dreams. You were in my dreams!” He rubbed the side of your face with his thumb, eyes wide with a small smile making an appearance on his face. “You made me feel so normal. Not once did you treat me differently for my money. It was like I could live this other life around you. It was–,” his voice quieted, his eyes searching yours for something unknown to you, but he let out a shaky exhale as he continued with his spiel, his voice now sounding breathless. “–intoxicating. It made me want to lavish you. I fell so fucking hard for you, y/n.”

His end confession didn’t go unnoticed from your ears, but you knew this wasn’t the time to expand on that subject quite yet. So, you asked a logical question back at him, even more confused with what he wanted than before he started talking.

“So, what happened?”

“I broke my own rules so quickly. I took you out on that date and kissed you in front of everyone. It was everything I swore I wouldn’t do again….but I loved it.” He chuckled to himself humorlessly. “And then I had to leave you. By the time the plane landed in Paris where my meeting was being held, the news of us had spread like wildfire. The mergers came out at the worst time. Speculation began that I was being a playboy, focusing less on business and more on pleasure. The stocks dropped. The shareholders panicked.” There was a slight pause in his rambling where you were able to chime in your thoughts.

“That doesn’t sound good.” You quietly spoke in between the negative space shared between your bodies.

“So, yes, I did have to handle my father’s estate while I was out of town. I also then worked around the clock to satisfy the shareholders and keep their confidence high in my abilities.”

“I can’t imagine having to deal with those at the same time.” You grimaced at the thought, knowing if you were in Jungkook’s shoes, they would definitely be a heavy pair to fill.

“It’s all settled for now. Not without several sleepless nights trying to figure it all out, of course.”

He waved his free hand into the air nonchalantly, his face sporting a small grin. His playful side making a rare appearance right in front of your eyes. The sight making those butterflies start kicking up in your stomach, before you harshly swallowed them down to nothing.

“What was so hard to sort out?” You inquired curiously, head tilting into his hand subconsciously.

“I couldn’t let you go.” He said casually. Not an ounce of him lying could be heard in his voice or in his facial expression.

You? So it was your fault? That made no sense.

“All of this,” you gestured wildly with your arms in the space around you, using the air as a metaphor for all the chaos in Jungkook’s world, “is over me?” Your eyebrows raised into your hairline in question.

“Does that really surprise you?” His eyebrows mimicked yours in response. “I’ve shared things with you that I wouldn’t dream of letting other people know about. Despite how hard I’ve worked to keep my walls up, you–,” he booped your nose softly with the tip of his finger, “–knock them down effortlessly.” He gave you a lopsided grin.

Damnit, those stupid butterflies were back with a vengeance.

“So, I made myself believe that if our only connection was the contract, I could balance everything again. I could have everything scheduled, and I could still see you.”

You leaned backwards into the chair, effectively breaking the contact with his hands and ran your hands through your hair as you exhaled a sigh. Splaying your hands on your stomach, your new position was one of exhaustion and laziness. You eyes him warily, eyes narrowed with more questions that needed answers.

He sat in front of you, patiently, but now he sat at your feet on the floor. His height not changing much from the new position. Must be nice, you thought enviously with your genetically short statured body. Your height was another factor that made Jungkook want to keep you all to himself. It made you more irresistible in his eyes.

“Why would this affect your businesses?”

Jungkook mindlessly poked his tongue out to play with his lip ring as he tilted his head to the side, inwardly debating on how to put his response into the correct words, an action that made you swallow your own saliva that seemed to build up quickly out of nowhere causing you to choke on your own spit for a second. The sound not going unnoticed by Jungkook as his sharp gaze zeroed in on you with a look of concern. You waved your hands at him in response in a silent ‘I’m good’, not wanting to explain what warranted the choking to occur. How embarrassing would that be? Your cheeks flushed at the would be explanation.

Deeming that you’re okay and not spontaneously dying in front of him, he wrapped his arms around his bent knees as his back now leaned against your mahogany coffee table. Playing with one of the various rings that adorned his hands, he attempted an explanation you could understand.

“The easiest way I can explain it is that rivals will look for anything that’s a perceived weakness to get rumors buzzing. A wonderful date was twisted into an accused source of distraction from cranking out shareholder profits. Which is exactly why I try to keep things in my life as private as possible.”

When you didn’t offer any comments, he did a lip trill with his lips before proceeding. His voice wavered with deep emotion playing across his face you couldn’t quite decipher.

“What I’m saying is I made a mistake, y/n. I thought I could arrange things like I used to. But I made a mistake.” He repeated the line with a sense of urgency, hoping you would pick up on it so you understood him. You did. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before.” He looked downcast, defeated, vulnerable. Nothing like the CEO persona you were used too, but maybe moreso it was a hint at the real Jungkook. Your Jungkook.

“Do you even know what you want?” You questioned in a tired tone. Feeling like you’ve more than beat that specific question dead. But so far, it seems to have been looked over by the male, like he was trying to avoid it, and you were done waiting.

“And I still don’t understand why the tabloids would be focused on me at all. I’m a nobody. A wallflower. A face in the crowd. A background character. A homebody. Whenever I take my shirt off I’m mostly worried last night’s snack is gonna fall out! Especially when we have spur of the moment sex!” You rambled theatrically, pointing at yourself and even going so far as to stand back up and shake out your current pajama top you were wearing that did, in fact, still have a few crumbs leftover in it’s creases from the snacks you were eating prior to his arrival. A fact, that made Jungkook chuckle with a wide, bunny toothed grin as he looked up and watched you from his sitting position on the floor. God, you were so fucking adorable. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Sporting a now cheeky grin, he pushed himself up off the floor with the help of the coffee table to once again tower over you with his height. Unexpectedly, he leaned down to kiss the top of your head warmly, making your cheeks flush once again with a pink hue.

“I’ve always appreciated your ability to plan ahead and provide refreshments at every occasion.” He playfully acted like he was lifting a crumb off your shoulder to put into his mouth, before making a chewing motion with his mouth and moaning loudly as if he enjoyed the invisible food in his mouth. The act making you roll your eyes and shove his chest playfully in reply.

“It’s a hidden talent of mine, what can I say?” You nonchalantly told him with a raise of your shoulders, your hands held out at your sides palm up, as if to say ‘so what’?

“Seriously though, there is far more to you than you realize. Trust me.” He now opted to pat your head fondly, voice exuding nothing but truth. “And I need to make sure I’m doing right by you. Anything short of that isn’t fair to you.”

Playing with your hands, your body slightly curling in on itself from the loving tone Jungkook just used towards you of all people, made your shy side come out, not expecting the wholesome statement from the once playboy CEO.

Mustering up your courage, you looked up at Jungkook who had a sincere, loving, expression on his face directed towards you. You expected your voice to come out at an average voice frequency, but instead it came out as an almost whisper, it didn’t help that your voice still cracked in a few places. Thankfully, Jungkook’s ears could easily pick up your voice in the quiet living room that was devoid of all noise besides the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock that hung on your wall.

“I appreciate the apology, Jungkook. Thank you, truly. And I understand you’re in a really stressful place, but you don’t get to take it out on me.” Your voice gained more confidence at the end, which you were grateful for, wanting to convey that you will never allow him to use you in the same way again.

“You’re absolutely right.”

“Jungkook, have you ever had to deal with anything like this before? With nosy reporters and media outlets prying into your private details?” You were genuinely curious, not ever having to deal with it yourself, personally. But unlike you, Jungkook made a name for himself, a well known one that would capture the attention of the world around him.

“I take it you don’t read tabloids?” He chuckled at you humorlessly.

Not wanting to confess to essentially stalking the young CEO through various news outlets and social media, you decided to tell a white lie.

“I tend to skim through the news for important bits and that’s about it.”

He made a face of mild amusement, not quite believing you, but choosing to anyways.

“That’s smart. To answer your question, yes, I’ve often had to deal with reporters being in the private details of my life. In fact,” he raised his pointer finger up into the air with emphasis, “–that’s how I found out a former partner of mine was breaking contract with me. And how I found out my father was trying to edge me out of one of my companies many years ago.”

Your jaw dropped from the sudden information, your head still wracking your brain around his words. You sputtered unladylike in response, an action that made him genuinely laugh at your antics. But one thing stuck out to you that you needed an answer to.

“Wait, so–,” you gave him a confused look, “are you saying that your girlfriend, Sun-Yee, was just another contract holder? That’s why you two were together?”

He made a ‘so, so’ sign with his hand, as he gave off a look of indifference on his face.

“Yes, and no. Yes, she was a contract holder, but no, she was never actually my girlfriend. She only ever called herself that to anyone who asked, and I didn’t have the energy or time to correct her words to every single person she told. In the end, I just ignored it, cause she knew where I stood on the matter.”

A look of awe was on your face, your mouth open in a wide ‘o’. She would be the kind of person to do that.

“She broke off the contract with you? Why?” You didn’t believe that it was her that actually did it, you kinda always thought it was him.

“Yes, she did. Not that I really cared. I was close to breaking it off myself from the way she always acted and treated everyone. Both professionally and personally. Like you.” He gave you a look of remorse. “I’m sorry for the way she treated you. It was rude and unfair on her part. It’s actually one of the many reasons I chose you as my personal assistant, other than realizing that you were more than capable for the position. It was also my silent way of apologizing to you for all the times I didn’t, but should’ve, stood up for you and everyone else that crossed her path. Never did I expect that you taking the position would lead me to loving you, but hey–,” he smiled lovingly at you with warm eyes, “I’ll take it.”

“You know you’re an idiot, right?” You stated rhetorically, reaching up to wrap your arms loosely around his neck, hands folding at the nape of his neck as your fingers mindlessly played with his baby hairs.

“Yes.”

“But you’re my idiot.” You reiterated with confidence, now tapping the nape of his neck with your fingers, your silent way of telling him to ‘bring yourself down to my level you giraffe’.

He caught on to your tapping, and reacted instantly, his upper body immediately bending down to efficiently lock eyes with you, now being at your eye level. His hands caressed your sides lovingly, as he smoothly slid them underneath your pajama top with ease. His eyes that were once smiling now changing to one’s of regret, as his fingertips traced over a spot on your hip that was slightly raised. It was the spot where he bit you.

Shit. As soon as you felt his hand run back over the spot on your hip, the spot, you knew he would figure it out. Wanting to wipe the sad look off his face you uttered a few words with love and affirmation before he fell into a dark pit of despair.

“Don’t. I love you.”

Closing the gap between your bodies, your lips clashed against his both as a distraction from his self deprecating thoughts, and because you’ve been wanting to kiss him to see how it felt now that he had a lip piercing. It was everything you dreamed of, and more. It was such a minuscule thing, but it initiated a flame deep within your stomach that wouldn’t be satiated until you both collapsed onto the couch in an entanglement of limbs.

Which is exactly what was currently happening, the kiss having turned into a heated one quickly. Both of your bodies responding to each other with the same amount of desperation and need from being away from each other the last three months. Clothes were either shoved or ripped off, courtesy of Jungkook and R.I.P to your favorite pajama set, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at this moment.

Now fully nude, Jungkook took a hovering position over you as he abruptly pulled away from the kiss, his knees parting your thighs as you could feel the tip of him languidly swipe over your aching folds. It made you exhale breathlessly and Jungkook groan with his eyes shut, willing himself to not continue until he got your full consent.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at you with a sincere look of worry, his pupils were still blown with a lust filled haze, but you could tell his sole focus was making sure you were okay with what was about to transpire.

Nodding your head, you leaned up to gently kiss him on the lips, a silent signal that he could continue. He whispered lovefelt words into your mouth before thrusting his hips forward into yours, the delicious contact making you whimper into his mouth as you finally felt whole again.

“I love you, y/n.”

Your heart swelled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the toe curling, unrelenting, pace of his hips slamming into yours, mouth open in a silent moan he made sure to swallow with his own mouth now back on yours. And you knew for sure, he meant it.

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artmunstudios · 1 year ago

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I can explain a bit in more detail in a hopefully understandable way. But mostly for the sake of educating and keeping away from toxicity in fandoms as a whole, its best to, if you see behavior like this, to block and move on.

Personally, I don't like the term anti/pro, mostly because it has lost meaning with lots of overuse and people not understanding what it means.

More or less, these are just warning signs to avoid - but tbh I dont see this AT ALL in the Tron fandom, so I don't really think you need to worry about it but it's nice to be aware.

Keep in mind I'm not trying to freak anyone out!! Consider this a PSA, as I think there are a lot of people who are new to fandoms, or have come back after being out for a long long time, who need to be aware of what the current fandom climate CAN be like when discussing the negative aspects.

With that said, click the “read more” to see what I’ve written out!

-People who try to dictate what/how people enjoy fandom content. So long as it isn't someone going out of their way to harass actors, the g content creators, fan creators, etc, or spread things that are potentially harmful to the fandom as a whole, nobody really should tell you how to consume fandom content. And its usually not even stuff thats important those kinds of people blow up about. Its usually something small, like for example maybe a headcanon. Some people believe their headcanon is law, or believe others* headcanons to be

'detrimental and will lose their mind over it.

-Overzealously. It can be about anything. The unfortunate reality is that, especially today, people have a genuine difficult time discerning reality and fiction. Some will take ANY insult (even playful) towards their favorite characters very personally and on rare occasions actually become threatening. It's unfortunately a rabbit hole l've seen several people go down, (some starting off as very level headed and rational!) and it can be very disturbing/a little scary.

-Trolls. Today, trolls are VERY prevalent. If you aren’t aware of the term troll, its more or less someone online who makes radical and intentionally upsetting posts to INTENTIONALLY upset people, mostly for attention, or just get a kick out of seeing how many people they can emotionally get to. They will;

•spread misinformation

•say racist/homo/trasnphobic outbursts

•make a random post saying a bunch of curses and how they believe something sucks, tagging a bunch of fandoms

Keep in mind that many of these people usually target fandoms in general, and especially minors, because they know its easier to upset those who are younger than them. However, strangely enough? If it’s a minor that’s a troll, they often will try to get a rise out of adults. It used to not really work that much, but these days I see a lot of adults fall for it.

A good recent example is when the live action Avatar the Last Airbender series cast was released on twitter, many of the people that were quote tweeting they were angry and made baseless racism claims, etc, admitted in the direct comments of the post that they just posted hate just because they wanted to upset/bait people into jumping on a hate bandwagon. I went into trolls in great detail mostly because I see a LOT of people these days fall for them. Trolling kinda went out of style in the mid 2010s, so people may not be as adept/forgot how to spot them.

There is a lot more I could say, but honestly, this is a good starter pack to detecting harmful online/fandom behavior! If you see any behavior that upsets you, or drama or even content you don’t wish to see, the best option is to block and move on! It’s a saying online for a reason, after all!

Fandoms are wonderful, and people today are SO goddamn talented, so don’t let this discourage you from exploring, just be mindful!

Safe fandom travels everyone!

Be careful trying to sell on etsy, an anti is trying to scam tron fans with charms while making callout posts of the fandom :/

i apologize for not knowing much about fandom words or what’s going on, but what does an anti mean

#fandom psa #psa #PSAs #tumblr psa #internet psa #Don’t norally do posts like this but felt it was important!

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quackiseok · 4 years ago

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— strawberry kisses

feral boys x gn! reader || headcanon

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing

summary : their reaction to you giving them a kiss on the cheek for the first time!

a/n : hi hi! this is my first fic, i hope you like it 🥺 and i'm so sorry if there's any mistake, i'll try fixing them asap!

song to listen to while reading :

; DREAM

this man right here is VERY careful with you

always asking for consent before any physical contact with you (consent is always the key!)

he was so happy when you said that you were fine with cuddles and hugs with him! be ready for tight back hugs from him 'cause he loves putting his head on the crook of your neck >:)

but kisses... you were a bit shy about it since you were new to this type of relationship and you wanted to learn a bit first,

you told him about wanting to take things slowly and get used to it first, and of course he understands! dream will 100% respect your boundaries

he will wait patiently until you're comfortable enough with him because he loves you so much and he wants you to see him as a safe, comfort place :)

then one day when the two of you were baking cookies for valentines day, dream jokingly asked you to kiss him on the cheek as a thank you for helping you with the cookies

i mean, it's almost valentines anyways. a small, innocent kiss wouldn't hurt right? ö

you just giggled and gently leaned your face closer to his cheek, your fingers softly bringing his chin closer to you

you gently placed a kiss on his cheek, then quickly turning away from him with a wide smile

congratulations, you have successfully broke dream

man would be frozen on the place for a full minute, trying to process what just happened and is this real or not (because if it's not real he'd cry on the floor)

expect him to cling on you and not letting you go for the next few hours, calling you with sweet names like baby, hun, etc. for no reason and just be all lovey dovey with you ♡

he would secretly mark the date on his phone's calendar just for this special day where you kissed him for the first time HHAHSJDKSKD

if you were comfortable, he would offer you a kiss on your cheek to return the favor 🥺

and if you said yes, AAAAAAAA he would be so fucking happy, his serotonin level would just go through the roof like 📈📈

and ofc, he would happily give you a sweet kiss on your cheek! ( ˙ᵕ˙ )♡

; GEORGE

george is definitely very shy with you at first

he's VERY careful around you and treat you with so much care 🥺

( but once the two of you have gotten pretty used to each other, you guys bully each other 24/7 💀💀 (jokingly ofc!) )

at first, you thought george didn't like physical affections like kisses, hugs, etc.

boy you were wrong

this cat boy secretly LOVES physical affections from you, but he just hides it from you! and of couse, you love giving them to him too :)

but you were a little bit shy about kisses, and same goes to him. two shy cuties !!

if he was being honest : he wants to squish your cheeks and shower you with kisses, but he respects your boundaries and will wait until you're ready to take a step further! (( and he's really shy, he would also need time to get the courage to do it :D ))

then one day george has just finished recording for minecraft manhunt and boy, that block game can actually make you tired

the moment he's done with the recording, he immediately rushed to the bed and plop himself next to you

you would ask him things like how did the recording went, etc. and he'll answer you while letting you play with his soft hair 🥺

george was feeling a little playful, so he joked and asked you to give him a kiss on the cheek to recharge his energy

you looked at him with your cheeks slightly reddened. george has been working hard lately anyways, he deserves a gift, right?

you slowly bought your face closer to his cheek and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before looking away then melt into a puddle

georgenotfound who? i only know georgenotworking

his eyes would be widened, face red, and he would just sit there with his palm on the cheek where you planted the kiss on

it's been 3 minutes and his face is still red, huge grin on his face while hugging you tightly

he won't even try to hide the fact that he loves being affectionate with you anymore

it's the first time george has ever been clingy with you and you're living for it tbh 🥺

he'd ask you if you want a kiss too, in such a shy manner like "i can... give you... a kiss too... if you want... 👉👈"

if you say yes ? MMMMMMMMMM the two of you melt into a puddle together <33

he'll give you a quick but sweet kiss on your cheek with his face redder than before (,,．．„ )

; SAPNAP

man seems like he would fight you no matter what size you are

but in reality? sapnap's the sweetest and the clingiest (in a positive way, ofc!) man you've ever been with and you're so into this

he LOVES being affectionate and clingy with you, in fact he does it all the time. it's just how he is with you :)

he also LOVES giving you affection. he doesn't care about who's giving and who's receiving tbh, he just loves being around you in general 👉👈

you love his affection and giving him affection too, of course!! but you were a bit shy since this was your first romantic relationship with someone and kissing was a new thing to you

sapnap would tease you for being so shy around him, endlessly flirting with you just to see you all flustered, because in his eyes? you're so fucking adorable and that's a fact. ♡

despite him being all playful and flirty with you, he respects your boundaries and will 100% wait until you're ready!

of course he wants kiss you right on the spot but he can wait patiently, just for you <3

then one day, he was playfully flirting with you as usual

and he jokingly said "hey y/n, i think i deserve a kiss on the cheek for being cute!" well, you couldn't disagree with what he just said 👀

so you put on a large grin and placed a kiss on his cheek, immediately turning red afterwards

sapnap's the new pogchamp emote now

he would be so surprised and just turn into a ball of absolute joy

he'd immediately scoop you closer to him, hugging you tightly while giggling and just— shower you with lots of love 🥺

and trust me, he won't let go of you unless it's emergency or if you were uncomfortable

but if you were fine with it? this man will hold you like his life depends on it

he would also give you kisses on your cheek / the top of your head if you were comfortable enough :)

and if you did allowed him to kiss you? he'll immediately shower you with kisses and calling you his in between the kisses, like "you're mine, mine, mine" 👉👈

; QUACKITY

alex, he's such a flirty mf 😳

endlessly teasing you and flirting with you just to see you being flustered, just like sapnap

he'd call you with sweet spanish nicknames like mi amor, hermosa, etc. and you find them cute, honestly 🥺

he's really clingy with you (in a good way!) and always hugs you whenever he sees you. it's almost like an instinct to him when he sees you :) but you don't mind since you're living for his warm hugs and cuddles ♡

he LOVES the way you melt under his hugs, and honestly? he wants to cover your whole face with kisses but he knew you were new into dating and want to take things slowly, so he respects your boundaries! :))

one day, he was in a discord call with his friends and they were endlessly teasing him; which leads him to fake crying as a joke and asked you to give him a kiss on the cheek to make him stop crying

man, alex is so fucking adorable and you thought that he deserves a reward for being such a cutie

so you giggled and moved closer to him, slightly bending down to get to his level and placed a kiss on his cheek before turning away with a large grin on your face.

you know that one time karl jokingly leaned in to kiss alex? yeah, he has the exact same expression now

this man would stare blankly at you, his cheeks slightly red but then a few seconds later he's screaming in absolute joy

his friends would be so confused, asking him if he was alright but instead of answering them, he mutes the call and immediately clings his arms around your neck

"mi amor, you should do that more often if you're okay with it ;)"

100% endlessly flirting with you while hugging you tightly, melting you into a puddle ( bonus point if you knew spanish, cause he'd say cheesy pick up lines in spanish for you ;) )

and just like sapnap, he'd shower you with sweet kisses on your face if you were fine with it!

and if you were okay with him kissing you? man... you know that one vine where a kid is crying because of how cute her puppy is? yeah that's alex quackity @ your existence

he'd just be so happy and shower you with kisses, praising you, telling you how adorable you are, and telling you that you're his and he loves you so fucking much 🥺

; KARLJACOBS

karl jacobs is the definition of wholesome itself

he's literally the sweetest human being you've ever met, you can almost taste cotton candies when you're with him

he's really affectionate and loving towards you, always praising you whenever he's hugging you and holding you close to him! and of course, we can't forget the sweet nicknames he have for you. he just loves giving you so much affection, and you're in for it! 🥺

don't forget his playful side too! he would always joke around with you and maybe be flirty when he's feeling extra playful :) he can go from sending you wholesome memes to weird cursed images, no in between

but you were a little bit shy since you were new in this type of relationship. you told karl that you wanted to learn more first before jumping into more romantic gestures, including kisses.

of course this boy would go "okay! :)" and shower you with gestures you're comfortable with instead (hugs, cuddles, etc.) he wants you to feel comfortable around him, so he respects your boundaries! ♡

then one day when the two of you were cuddling on the couch while watching adventure time, karl jokingly asked what if you gave him a kiss on the cheek like marceline did to bubblegum

and you thought karl has been so sweet with you this whole time. you gotta return the favor to him, right?

so you just displayed a shy smile, leaning closer to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before you slowly melt in his arms

his eyes widened and he just wants to scream the way puppycat did

he'd immediately bring you closer to his body and mutter out uncountable i love you's, calling you perfect, sweet, etc. just praising you and being all giggly with you. of course he would be so giggly, you just gave him a kiss!!! 🥺👉👈

he would LOVE to return the favor to you, if you're fine with it!

and if you said yes? places such a sweet kiss on your face and just admire you with his starry eyes 🥺

JNNGGHHH SO MUCH SEROTONIN THIS RELATIONSHIP IS JUST 50% WHOLESOME AND 50% WHOLESOME BUT IN RED

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touyasdoll · 3 years ago

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Early Established Relationship Shouta & Reader, but they haven’t talked about having kids yet and Reader just found out she’s pregnant. She’s worked herself up in anxiety over how Shouta will take it. This is not helped by him coming home from teaching, having had a hellish day and grumbling about “problem children” and thankful that he only has to deal with kids for a few hours.

Hearing that, Reader just… hides everything. There’s ice in her chest as she tidies up the bathroom, takes out the trash, washes up to start on dinner just. Mind blank, but her usual smile on her face (well honed practice from years of mistreatment due to having an ‘unacceptable’ quirk) as she tells him to go clean up. She’ll make a fast dinner so he can sleep and then wake him later for patrol. He’s too tired to notice anything off, thanks her with a loving smile, the soft ones only she gets, as he goes and showers, changes for a meal and a nap with his favourite girl.

And that’s how it goes. Day in, day out, feeling sick is just a bug, just extreme reaction to allergies, just bad food, etc. She kind of disassociates a lot, mind unable to process as somewhere in there she’s coming up with a plan. Obviously he won’t want to be with her, right? She should cherish these days before she starts to show. So she does.

For about two days, no matter what he says about kids he’s run into or his class — though a small voice tries to remind her that Shouta is excellent with kids, even the ones that act out and he doesn’t hate them no matter what he acts like, she knows this, but it’s drowned out by the words she’s heard him say while tired and grumpy — she cherishes the fuck out of spending more time with him. A little needy, maybe a lot, but she loves him with everything she has to give. Everything but what she keeps held back for their her child.

And then one morning Reader wakes up, showers and notices a slight bump that she knows won’t be going down. There’s ice in her chest again, but she can’t have the same reaction as last time. It won’t be good for the baby, especially if she disassociates. So she plans out her week carefully; makes a grocery list so she can make all of his favourites, makes a list of what she needs to stock up on for herself, what she can pack quickly and sensibly, looks up apartment listings so Shouta won’t feel caged or that he has to leave because it’s his apartment after all, budgets her upcoming checks and what she has in her accounts.

But she gets careless, tires out far too early, doesn’t even make it to lunch, and leaves an apartment listing ad and pregnancy clinic check-up assessment on the table as she unintentionally drifts off on the couch. (Her iron levels are a little on the low side.) On the school’s half-day, where Shouta only needed to go in for meetings and would be back by lunch. Her stealthy as fuck boyfriend, who she never hears come in, but certainly sees her wearing one of his shirts and having fallen asleep in the middle of…..something. It doesn’t look like one of the analysis notebooks she uses for her freelance job as an analyst. Huh.

He’s curious, nosy maybe, but that’s a hero trait. You would’ve made good hero, if everyone hadn’t made it nigh impossible for you before you broke away from your past and headfirst into analysis. You aren’t bitter, but he can be so enough for both of you. You deserve the best, in his eyes, but he’s selfish so he’s going to keep you for himself. Now if he just steps closer to get a look at what’s on the table…..

Hey so I made myself go full on fucking ugly crying and decided to share for anyone’s thoughts or added writing contributions. :D

All I can think of to add is that:

Shouta is not letting Reader get away from him, from this misunderstanding no matter how he has to do it. (He’ll probably start by shredding that apartment add with his bare hands, though.)

Shouta feels like the biggest fucking idiot for missing all the signs and not taking better care of you like you deserved, kid or no kid behind it all. (TBH you’ve been carrying their family — not that either of you have said it but that’s what you have — since you moved in. If it was left up to him the entire building would’ve somehow collapsed.)

He’s gonna add some more bitterness to the “my girlfriend could’ve been a heroine but people are assholes” fund because she managed to hide a whole ass pregnancy from him completely for who knows how long while other Pros can’t even hide their favourite colours. (Most can’t even hide their lack of genuine civilian safety oriented tactical knowledge, which is just sad, in his opinion. Then again, he is very judgmental of other heroes abilities.)

He may or may not quickly realize why Reader hid the news. And may or may not feel even worse. Because having a kid with you? That’s a dream he didn’t want to let himself have, not yet. Not until after he proposed and settled into his teaching job more, at least. (Better find a ring soon. Even if it’s a Studio Ghibli’s Catbus themed one — it’ll do.)

💜

Oh God. Oh God, wait. Option 2 though, right? My brain wants more angst, go figure.

Ahahah this gets a little sad, sorry. But my contribution is under the cut ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: panic attack, mental breakdown, pregnancy, medical

What if his initial reaction is to be angry? Like he’s reading it just as you’re waking up and you gasp, trying to explain, but he’s already raising his voice, demanding to know how you could have kept something like this from him for so long?

He’s not even upset with you. He’s really just upset that he didn’t even notice. Like you said, he feels like a fucking idiot. He wanted to be there for you through all of this. He wanted all the cute cheesy pregnancy bliss that other couple go through. The first appointment. First sonogram. Telling your friends and family together.

And you’re looking for another apartment? For all of you? No, the place is already plenty big enough. Were you going to leave? He’s beating himself bloody inside, cursing himself for not being more attentive to you. You could have slipped right through his fingers. You and that little miracle inside of you that he already feels so attached to.

And he’s just so disappointed with himself that he misplaces those intense emotions and lashes out at you. He’s never once raised his voice to you, but he can’t control himself in his state and he does. He starts barking about why you never told him, demanding to know why you didn’t come to him, pressing you about how long and why and where you were going to go and he just gets so worked up that he doesn’t even know what he’s saying, he’s just screaming and there’s hot tears and he can’t breathe anymore. He’s having a panic attack for the first time in who knows how many years and he just keeps kicking himself, because now after all that, you’re looking at him with concern and tending to his needs once again, instead of him having the strength to be there for you in what is obviously your time of need. He feels selfish and stupid and starts wondering if maybe why you didn’t say anything is because you were really going to leave, because you know that he can’t even properly take care of you, let alone a child.

#oof I’m so sorry I love angst tho #like ahhh the potential for this story #just mootin’ it up 💕#grae💕#graemoon #Aizawa angst #Aizawa x reader #tw pregnancy #tw medical #Aizawa #tw panic attack #tw mental breakdown

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softboyluvr · 3 years ago

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just friends

cedric diggory x female!reader

warnings: angst (ish???), intentional lower caps, that’s all tbh

very few could say they knew someone for forever, someone that knew their weaknesses and helped turn them into strengths. though they, they were the lucky ones. or unlucky ones, depending on who you asked. cedric and her had been inseparable the moment their parents introduced them when they were children.

from then on she always had someone to pick her up when she fell off the swings, a shoulder to cry on and someone who listened unconditionally when it seemed like the voices drowned her. she was lucky to have him.

she brought out the best in him. everyone expected him to be everything all the time, but with her he could be vulnerable. he felt like he could breathe when she was near. he had to see her fall in love with some of the guys in the castle, and then be there for her when it all fell through. he was just never that lucky to have her. at least not completely, she had the best of his moments. when in fourth year his friends teased him for never having had his first kiss she was the one to pull him in by his jersey after winning the first game of the quidditch season, the light drizzle sticking to their hair and making the whole thing seem like a dream to him. she had his first dance at their first ever ball. and most of all she had his heart hanging off a thread on her pinky finger, yet he was never lucky enough to have her completely.

he was resigned actually, no longer eager for the next time she came running to his arms after she realized the last guy wasn’t what she wanted, much less deserved. an eagerness that he knew was wrong and completely selfish but he couldn’t seem to deny. he liked being the guy that lit her those vanilla candles she loved so much and held her through the night.

he didn’t know what deity he had to thank for putting them together in every single class for the past six years. but there he was, letting her draw some sort of happy face kaleidoscope on his hand as he just looked at her with some stupid grin he could never wipe off when they were together. looking at how the tip of her tongue stuck out in concentration and then down to the crystal hanging around her neck. remembering how one saturday she just dragged him to the lake to look for crystals. one of the last days of the summer, the morning sun keeping them warm but not sticky with sweat. the wildflowers around them made the air sweet and the soft swishing of the water in the river filled up their comfortable silence making everything perfect. if he were asked what he thought heaven was like he would think that’s the closest it could ever get. or maybe it was all perfect because he was with her.

he wasn’t surprised when she had to bring him back from his daze and put him to work on the potion slughorn had just spent the last 10 minutes explaining. he was eager to finish brewing the concoction, amortentia was one of their biggest projects of the year. but that was not what motivated him to finish it, neither was it finding out what he was going to smell. he knew exactly what his heart desired, and was not surprised when he smelled vanilla, soft rain and wildflowers. his eagerness was to discover what she was going to describe the potion to smell like. he hoped her heart’s deepest desires pointed towards him like a compass pointing north. he was about to ask when hermione granger, somehow managing to take classes above her level, turned around and asked herself.

he pretended to write some notes on his notebook when he was really waiting for anything that would hint at her fancying him the way he wished she would.

“we must’ve fucked it up because it smells like nothing” and she snorted like it was the funniest thing ever. their conversation carried but he was no longer interested on any sort of gossip the griffindoor carried. he knew the potion had worked, so either she was sick and her nose was all messed up or just didn’t fancy anyone at all. she could’ve also been lying, was it for his sake? did she just not want to share any more fragments of her love life with him and she decided to lie about this to keep some secrecy? was it someone he knew? was it one of their friends? had he introduced her to them?

class ended and the day flew by, whenever she asked about his change in demeanor he brushed her off with a smile and assured her it was all fine, “just tired ‘s all”

he wanted to go down to his room and read, alone, as soon as the school day was over. but he had promised to go with her to this tree they always hung out in when the day was nice. she was talking about things she had noticed throughout the day and when he zoned back into the conversation their tree was closer than he realized and she was talking about potions class.

“i swear i was keeping an eye out for you. i was worried you were sick because someone had slipped some amortentia on your water or something. i mean im surprised no one did” and she sat down leaning on the trunk of the tree. “anyways you never did tell me what it was your heart’s deepest desires were. or who is it that that is for that matter” she was taking some colored pencils out and it seemed like the whole thing was humorous to her. but the question had struck him, she was lying back in class.

she had taken his silence as a cue to keep her chatter going. not paying any mind to how he still hadn’t sat down. “i heard someone say how when slughorn showed the class below us the potion just as a heads up for next year cho chang said she swore she smelled you. i didnt know you guys were that close” and she wiggled her eyebrows at him while taking out some sketch book from her bag. she was really trying to joke with him right now. “she’s really pretty-“

but he cut her off. “why would you lie?”

“i swear! hermione told me all about it after i ran onto her in the bathroom before potions class started. i mean you have been tutoring her for a while now so i don’t know how you didn’t see it coming”

he was silent for a second and she grew uncomfortable of his gaze just lingering. standing up as he started again.

“we didn’t fuck up the bloody potion. but you told granger we did, why did you lie?”

she looked at him for a couple seconds and then laughed. “come on ced, slughorn said the thing was perfect. don’t worry about the grade”

“this is not about a mark and you know it” his tone was so serious it was bordering into stern. it was like his patience was growing thin but she didn’t know what to say, so she just shrugged and looked away.

“didn’t feel like talking about it then”

“we can talk about it now”

“it looks like there’s rain clouds coming”

“what are you trying to avoid?”

she just went to pick up her book, stuffing her things back into her bag. she started the walk back to the castle making him scoff and follow her lead.

“why don’t you want to talk to me?” to her he still sounded defensive. but he was trying his best to mask his vulnerability.

“i do want to talk to you ced. just not about it right now”

“was it someone i know? was it fred? i heard he’s with angelina so that’s a dead end you know”

“cedric just drop it”

“so it was him then”

she groaned and turned to look at him, breaking her stride. her face was burning with what he saw as anger.

“why does it matter so badly to you cedric?”

the thunder quickly ate up the good weather they still had and the air turned chilly. how fitting.

“it just does and i want to know”

“it really doesn’t matter to me and it shouldn’t to you either” she was upset about it, maybe her feelings for fred were far deeper than he could guess. he was aware of their friendship, but he never knew how close they had grown to be. maybe him being a tutor pushed her to finding someone new, some new more interesting friend. “i really don’t get why you’re blowing this to be such a big deal when cho-“

“it is a big deal to me” he chuckled and he saw the drizzle before he could feel it. “it’s a big deal to me when all i could smell on the thing was wildflowers and fresh rain” he let a breath out, his voice lowering back to its usual tone. no longer exasperated but tired. “fresh rain and vanilla”

she just stood there. quiet. looking at him. a couple steps and he had broken the distance between them. placing his hands on her shoulders and running them down to her hands.

“so please, just please tell me what it was for you”

“lilacs” she looked up at him and met his gaze. the flowers his mother had planted around the swing sets were lilacs, the flowers she tucked on his suit pocket on their first dance were lilacs. but he still couldn’t let his heart jump to conclusions. she took in the silence and looked forward, staring at his chest rather than looking at him in the eyes. the blow was coming. “warm sheets and fresh rain”

she smiled at the irony of the drizzle that covered her hair at the moment and dared to peek at him from under her lashes. he was puzzled by the last one. she kept looking down at his hands holding hers.

“that was my first kiss too you know, you never really asked and i guess i never told you. but i knew you were tired of everyone teasing you for it so i guessed you wouldn’t mind as long as you got it over with” she was rambling and he smiled. the rain coating her lashes reminded him of the first time, he let go of her hand and took her chin between his pointer and thumb. tilting her head up to look at him, moving his hand to run through her hair and finally cupping her face. running his thumb over her cheek. it was like he was getting a do over, and he wanted to take his time this time around. she looked into his eyes and then glanced down to his lips. he didn’t waste more time before his other hand flew to the free side of her face and his lips were on hers. her hands on his shoulders pulling him impossibly closer to her.

he cursed his lungs for preventing him from staying there, causing him to pull away slightly. she opened her eyes to see him looking at her already. he took in how the water droplets stuck to her hair and the smile that danced on her face.

her eyebrows shot up a little “took you long enough” her teasing smile made him let out a loud laugh.

he hummed and nodded. feigning seriousness “maybe” he looked at her with a teasing smile of his own. “but not nearly as long as it took you, now did it”

her eyebrows shot up and she let out a surprised laugh. he admired her for a second more before he leaned down to kiss her again. missing how she quickly ducked and escaped his grasp. starting to sprint through the grass towards the castle. he chased behind her as they both laughed at the water splashing around their feet and starting to soak them up slowly. she looked back at him and playfully screamed, booking it through the courtyard and slipping past the few people that were still out enjoying the soft rain.

their friends quickly spotted the pair, not surprised by their behavior but intrigued as to what had caused the giant to chase after her through the rain. watching as he was catching up to her when she had almost reached the group, which was seated waiting for them next to one of the arches surrounding the courtyard. staying safe from the rain under the roof. they all playfully looked at her catching her breath, not amused at all by their games when he reached her. hair sticking to his forehead and robes drenched just like hers. she yelped as he picked her up and spun her around, their friends getting ready to listen to whatever story was behind their chase.

the story telling itself when he set her down softly and pulled her in for a quick kiss. their bubble of happiness not popping but encasing all of their friends as well. no questions were needed, the happiness just flowed and bubbled.

he swung his arm over her shoulders. pulling her into his chest as she started the conversation back up. everything had fallen into place for him, and now he could light up candles and tuck her into bed not because she had another unlucky shot at love. but because he was finally lucky enough.

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory fluff #cedric diggory angst #cedric diggory x female reader #cedric diggory imagine #friend to lovers

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 3 years ago

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7th Dimension (Chapter 4.2)

7TH DIMENSION SYNOPSIS/MASTERLIST

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 4.1

WATTPAD LINK FOR 7TH DIMENSION

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: The mouse was finally caught in a trap, getting lost in the depths of an abandoned cursed town out in Hatagaya where several cursed spirits parade and have been tricking people. Yet, this was a training ground for Gojo Satoru's students. You were just an NPC for the meantime. Satoru took this as an opportunity to probe in the idea over how you had his birthday as a passcode, earning nothing but the fragmented crevasse of your memories and a moment to show-off whom you were dealing with.

Warnings: Just Gojo being Gojo. HE'LL BE THE DEATH OF ME. ISTG. Let's just say that Monster's Inc. don't exist in this dimension they're in. Mike Wazowski is mentioned. The cursed spirit described here was inspired by the Roppongi Cursed Spirit, yet this one has only one eye and has a higher level rather than the one from Roppongi.

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A/N: THIS IS QUITE A LONG ONE. HEEHEE. SORRY ABOUT THAT. 😭 This was actually one of the chapters that made me stare out of nowhere because it has pulled all my energy and strength over thinking how I could explain what I have visualized the scenes in my head. Tbh. Y'all will have the fluffy chapters soon enough. I know we be in the slow pace rn~

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME SUCH MOTIVATION AND INSPO! THERE MIGHT BE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS BECAUSE I'VE JUST HAD TO GIVE THIS ONE READ BEFORE I DECIDED TO UPDATE THIS TODAY! ENJOY, SATORU---I MEAN, ENJOY READING, GUYS!

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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen and it's characters. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

THE CRY OF A DOG IN THE TIME OF DARKNESS. It can never be more eerie than hearing a sonorous yowl while trudging through a desolated town of Tokyo. This was an endless cycle, you huffed to yourself. A breath of native curse sounding incoherent even to yourself because of how the cold bothered you with each step you take. The entire experience was like a gateway to hell---there was no exit.

It felt entirely like a 'roundabout' playground. Boundless. Unfathomable and limitless, making you feel foolish as it circulates, constantly reminding you that your decisions were cretinous. There were living revenants, you best believe that from the stifled laughs and voices resounding from a distance. These ghosts you were hearing, those incoherent whispers of agony and delight, laughs that resounded from ear-to-ear echoed like it was taking the part of portraying pointed fingers at you for your utter stupidity. Was it really eidolons of the living dead? or was it your subconscious mind convulsing with laughter from the course of action you've made? Hence, hearing a loud howl from the distance didn't help the dread pumping your veins.

You were an imbecile for leaving the people who probably knew their way around Tokyo. It didn't help that you weren't great at distinguishing the trail out of an abandoned town. Did you take a right turn? a left?

The experience felt like a whole new kind of 'Spirited Away' from a Studio Ghibli Film. There was no out of the spirit world. You've sat in the middle of a well-built road. Emotions downcast for being anathematized by Japan's spectral anecdotes. Did the country also have one of those tales where there were particular places guarded by supernatural beings that once you've stepped within their boundaries could be untraversable?

Lamp posts were busted. Thus, keeping such an uncanny feeling as you were trapped under the Tartarean night. Humiliating. The ignominy of being dropped by an Uno reverse card for your halfwitted alternatives came back to you like a boomerang. Those hushed inputs coming from phantasms of the night begun to quiet down. Being lost in the middle of nowhere left your heart petrified rather than the supernatural beings or encounters you were trying to tolerate. Withstanding the ability to hear paranormal phenomenon was actually normal even back in your hometown. It was not new to you.

Howbeit, the chances of seeing one---would be a newfangled experience if you were given a chance. Deep inside, you were skeptical about seeing one because you didn't know how you would react.

Your knees were propped up under your elbows as you were staring blankly at a distance, sighing once you've closed your eyes and tried hard to remember the right pathway. There was only one clue you've remembered. A street's arc---in all possibility, it was the entrance or exit of the town you were trapped in.

"I've been running in circles---," you sighed for the second time, cheeks puffed from pouting like a rejected woman. The state of being lost has given you the push to thoughtlessly state your inner voices out of your head like you had someone with you despite of having no one near. You were going bonkers upon hearing yourself for the second time you've heard the words out of your mouth, it was probably the second phase now of your mental capacity on how to handle your hopelessness. A pleading of Desperation.

"---I knew it. I should've chosen to die in the hands of Satoru instead. It was probably better than dying with no return because I'VE BEEN WALKING ROUND'N'ROUND! I'll die from hunger. HUNGER! Oh, the suffering! Darn! How dramatic can I be?!"

Putting emphasis on the end of your sentence, your voice was tumultuous, amplified as your voice carried the farthest corners of the abandoned town you were currently in, "I'm stupid!" you've topped your sentence with an insult to yourself, the undersoles of your feet landed an unnecessary stomp of your foot from being desponded over the situation.

"---Is this really Japan? I just wanted to know where the airport is. The direction pointed here." you've aimlessly pointed out of nowhere, the confusion perennial still. Looking left and right, you were welcomed by another set of street, lately realizing that you were in the middle of an interlacing road.

What the heck. That tiny voice in your head exasperatingly stated, acknowledging the fact that you've already passed through that side of the road.

"If only I had my phone with me---" Your voiced got stuck in your throat when you've heard a loud crash, pulling you out of your reverie as it got you standing on your feet in a hot second. It sounded rackety and disconcerting like a building being demolished by machines.

As far as you recalled, the town appeared to be neglected because there was no one around. But, why were you hearing such turbulent clashes of structures? Was this the bell of an abandoned street out in Tokyo? The toll for an unanticipated demise for your gullibility?

Thump. Thump. The reverberant clobbering of your heart, a whistle-stop of a country race. All variegated emotions spiking through the roof for the sudden eruption from a distance. Where were you about to go? Despair and imprudence filled your thoughts, giving the streets a glance of double takes, skeptical in choosing the right path to go. The blast seemed to come from the right corner of the street which made you choose the left.

Your toes felt cold. It was twitching that you had to exhale a shaky breath whilst you raised a foot to start your trek in finding the exit to this cursed street you were in.

On the spur of the moment, there was this cogent hunch that tells you someone stood behind you. It was probably an apparition. You thought to yourself, your positive intuitions about them---your beliefs that they were real was also probably one of the reasons why they somehow try to talk you through their miseries or desires.

Apparently, you didn't have it in you---to even take a peek at who was keeping a weather eye on your form. It was looking. Someone was watching you like a hawk. This specter was observing as you took hesitant, cautious steps away.

How it left you flabbergasted to see the person you were gravely chanting for inside your head. The desperate call for a name you've staunchly give credence that he was somewhat a captor of yours, this person's name being called in vain whilst the mouse was out for a run.

Who was laughing now?

Gojo Satoru popped in front of you within a blink of an eye. You couldn't believe it with your own two eyes. It was an unorthodox sense of normality if you were talking about how you've lived back in earth---you shook your head. No. You best believe that you were on earth right? This surreal activity can happen back in earth, really. Another one of your delirious pep-talks came crashing down abundantly, question after question consisting the possibility that you weren't living in your dimension as this man who stood before you---grinning so wide, flaunting his pearly white teeth that stood under the Tartarean night, an epitome of a star ought to glimmer as if he was somehow a celestial being offering you the light to your crepuscular karma of disobeying his commands.

This man just didn't teleport right before your eyes because if so, then he was certainly beyond normal.

"Tiny-Chan! Looking for this?" Gojo sniggered, smirking from ear to ear as his simple Spatial Teleportation Technique took your breath away. Was it too soon for that? he wordlessly thought to himself, his wide smile remained plastered to his stunning features. He raised your locked cellphone right in front of your face, wanting to be in a laughing fit for how nonplussed and flabbergasted you were in, "---How'd you know my birthday by the way?" He declared, point-blank. Ignorant for how he actually felt about the whole idea that you knew his birthday and used it for your mobile password.

The Jujutsu Sorcerer has given you a minute to process everything in, slipping back your phone inside his pockets again because you weren't responding and he could hear Megumi's Divine Dog barking from a distance which was the only sounds that kept the conversation less awkward than it could been.

He probably shouldn't have surprised you in that way. Perhaps, he was a little bit too ostentatious for showing a playful trick. But, it was actually a part of a test---his test. An assessment to acquire information if these certain things happen back in your dimension.

There was also a large possibility that Yuji was bound to bring the cursed spirit to you as he could see his student's progress from the signal tower on where he stood while he snooped through your phone and kept track of everyone's movements including yours. Thus, ended with him casting Spatial Teleportation to be where you are.

To what he perceives from your reactions, it seemed like there were none. How simple and dull can your real dimension be?

He shifted from one foot to the other, leaning his body to the side to await for any counteraction. The latter had to hum out in curiosity, trying to read through your astounded expressions and ajar mouth, raising his large palms at your face to snap you out of your woolgathering.

"SATORU!" you astonishingly exclaimed, eyes all wide. Was there a little bit of twinkling as well? The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer noticed an abrupt change of mood. You sounded like you've held a breath for too long and had to exhale all the hopelessness away.

It has given Gojo the feeling that you were actually desperate to be rescued by your idiotic decisions, triggering a simper from the latter as he looked absolutely pleased with himself.

You've read his expressions that the excitement in your tone was definitely a boost to his ego that you were actually hoping to end up seeing him in one way or another. It was that state of mind or there were also other reasons why he was acting so highly of himself---like there was something more to his cocksure responses, personality and expressions.

If he was bound for such abilities, then there was more to their world that you may not know. Supposing that the chances of being in a different dimension now reached half a hundred percent.

What tricks did this blindfolded guy had in his sleeves then?

"S-Satoru." you awkwardly cleared your throat, tone minimal and instantly regretting the smile on your face when you've felt the ends of your lips express the image of someone who sees their hero in the state of being endangered within the parameters of a cursed, abandoned town out in Tokyo.

Gojo couldn't help the chuckle that vibrated his chest, his sudden crow of delight informing you that he was gaining a lot of levity from your exhilarated response.

If he was keeping more under his sleeves, then this was the perfect time to choose your demise. Therefore, you're choosing Gojo Satoru to end this nightmare that couldn't seem to end. Dreams were bound to end. Nightmares as well, and you were sure it just takes at least an alarm clock to ruin or save your day, there was no way that God has taken it too far that it felt as if you were sleeping for a week or so.

"It was better to die this way in your dreams. At least, he was attractive as heck. I wouldn't die a discontented woman," You tightly kept your mouth shut and straight, brows tightly furrowed and obvious that you were opposing to show any emotions that would spur Satoru's self-esteem for his sudden trick that honestly left you in awe for a little there.

The white haired Cyclops intentionally pursed his lips, conveying his chaffs with his aimless whistling that triggered an ounce of displeasure from an emotion you never bargained for. He was enjoying this. Gojo definitely knew you actually waited for his presence.

He fished your phone out of his pockets, effortlessly opening your phone as his own face was now welcoming him through the screen. To tell the truth, nobody needed to know that Gojo Satoru was in a trial and error with your mobile gadget. A simple mobile phone that he somehow wanted to toss to the sides from how it was making him feel moronic for not having the ability to unlock despite of the number of tries. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer was not having that. He was lucky that there were no witness to his toiling.

Luckily, he somehow got the correct set of numbers on his twelfth try.

You could hear his annoying, distinct tee-hee's. A laugh you didn't know could be heard from such a fit, colossal man, whipping up the shame from your toes to your face when his face lit up from the brightness of your phone, making your heart skip a beat from that abnormal feeling you were experiencing since the first time you've seen him.

It felt outrageously rapturous, perchance.

Gojo was busily typing away whatever he was searching through your phone that it made you squint your eyes at him. At first, you didn't recognize your phone until you've seen your plain blue keychain dangling out of his hand, a simple tag in the color of lapis lazuli that can be inserted around a person's wrist as a chain of miniature hearts dangled on the side of the loop.

You've squinted harder, it felt like it lacked something from there. However, you knew it was yours.

"MY PHONE!" You shrieked back at Satoru, raising to your tippy toes. But, much to your chagrin and to his teasing, he'd brought it up within a height that you were not bound to reach whilst he was too preoccupied with your gadget, acting like it was his and seeming to find so much amusement that you were miserably bouncing like a bunny, "Hey---hey! Don't even try to pry through my gallery---my gallery....Huh."

Your gallery. You've ceased from jumping off your toes and breathed a long one from your exhaustion over taking what belonged to you. There was a blurry image of your gallery that seemed to be incomprehensible to see nor remember back in your head. Entirely taken aback from what seem to be a lost fragment of thoughts.

The Jujutsu Sorcerer showed your phone's screen right in front of your face, showing that there were no set of images displayed other than a picture of Satoru which seemed to be like an abrupt snapshot that he has taken not long ago---in the middle of a dark street, his lips tugged so wide that it looked horrendous from your cellphone's flash as he posed with a 'V' sign of his fingers. It has gotten you pursing your lips from the changes he made, the changes he decided to take action of.

Strange. You took a moment to yourself, staring at the screen, feeling utterly bewildered. Your mind in an disoriented mess from the hollow evocation of a gallery you thought was filled with particular pictures that you couldn't seem to recollect. Was it pictures of you? Sure. Maybe, the idea was inevitable. There must be pictures of you, your friends and family. Yet, in the back of your mind, that blank space which felt utterly fleeting constantly devours your inquisitiveness.

"There's nothing. See?" Gojo grinned from ear to ear, hastily retrieving the phone away from your face. Before you knew it, he had the lens of your back camera facing you without even bothering to count to three, quickly snapping a picture with a blinding flash. "---Smile!"

The latter went on, tapping on your cellphone screen and kept his covered eyes glued to it like the owner wasn't with him. "Now, you have another. Also, you have 'me' as your wallpaper because you and I both know that we're bound to communicate in such a long time. Yay!" he spurred on the proposal with such energy that certainly did not match your sudden nebulous spirit.

Be that as it may, the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer couldn't refrain the queries that was bugging his patience, curiosity and soul, instigating a frank answer out of you as his cheery tonality changed in a snap.

"Again, why do you have your passcode saved using the exact date of my birthday?"

Yet, his swift change of mood has instantaneously matched yours when you began to demand for vague questions as well, answering his interrogation with a question as if you were the one who deserved to be acknowledged and not his side of story.

"Why did you change my wallpaper?!"

Satoru cocked his head to the side and gave you his response with an authentic vibe, he was trying his best to give a valid reason to his choice of changes, "Your default one? It lacked color and vibrancy to be honest," he paused, humming to himself as he raised a finger to his lips, appearing to look at the sky as he covertly kept your phone inside his pockets again.

There was no trust happening between you both. That was it for sure. Satoru understood that you weren't entirely convinced nor would commiserate to what he wanted. On that account, he was not about to give you your phone for whatever reason you wanted despite of achieving nothing from a mobile phone which held no information for him to use.

Gojo fixated his gaze on you again, a vexed frown complimenting your face in a negative way which has got him giggling like an idiot, "---Now, you have a picture of me! Doesn't it look better now? Hehehe." pause. "---Also, don't you have any friends? A clan? No anything?"

This felt like an endless cycle. Another 'roundabout' playground in which questions were being haphazardly thrown to each other with no direct explanations. Still and all, the person who was actually avoiding such was you because if you were about to be given some kind of truth serum, there were still no answers to be given to Satoru.

At the bottom of your mind, there was this nullified memories---bleary and incomplete ones that held no effigy to what he believed was himself and another person that was included in the picture. Their mere presence alone---his---Gojo Satoru's existence being an abnormal cavity to your cognizance.

You've only known his name and acknowledged his existence from the moment you've woken up back at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Before that, he was no one as far as how your memories go by now.

"I---I do! I have Angie, my family and also my college friends!" you stammered, thoroughly meek from being too deep inside your thoughts, holding down a shaky breath as your temples started to strain.

"Which is why you have zero contacts? Not even a single one?"

Satoru noticed---no, he felt it. The apprehension that surrounded you. Strange to say the least because of how swift it was for you to be comprehended, faster than how he would read his student's emotions, energy or characteristics. Yours felt like he'd read it in the back of his hands, plain sailing through his comprehension.

You were on an identity crisis. Your words weren't for him, it was for yourself. The refusal to believe the truth has always given people the reaction of withholding the idea of reality. You were in that state of your amnesia, Gojo was sure of that. Yet, his interest and restlessness has never been a good pair in between a grilling from the Jujutsu Sorcerer himself.

Everybody knew that, except you. Better yet, there was a chance that you did but chose to be mulish because you've wanted to keep your ground stable.

Not that Gojo was bound to shake that off you soon enough.

"You're keeping my phone from me."

The tone was in-depth, your eyes downcast when you felt that despite his ebullient mood and mockery held a weighty exaction of what he acquires from you. It was those sketches he had that he believed was yours. Satoru was not backing down from what he was pressuring you in---which kept you in a pensive mood that fueled his heed.

Now, you were talking. The latter smirked when he heard you responded. He gave a big nod, never ceasing to change the atmosphere surrounding you both as he wanted his answers at this exact moment, "Gotcha'! As long as you won't cooperate. I'm not also willing to amalgamate."

A blatant sigh left your lips, you were probably off with your head as you claimed, "You're crazy."

He simpered back, gratified from your abrupt averments. Satoru expected and understood that you were guaranteed to talk back to him. To say he was taken aback? Surprisingly, He wasn't. "Isn't that actually you, Tiny-chan? These sketches you have, they're entirely a confidential matter that only the Jujutsu Society knows about---Oh, only I know about because this seems to be memories of my past and a future I couldn't understand,"

Satoru took a step closer, avowed that he had the upper hand from the start or towards anyone who had always been in his way especially when the competition talked about who was stronger in the world of Jujutsu because everyone knew he was the strongest. Thus, a non-sorcerer like you were a mere bagetelle with an amnesia that could be intractable to bend.

He might as well season your brain with some valuable facts that your damaged memories could use in the future. Therefore, the latter nonchalantly went on with his discussion, bending his lofty height to loom before you and be in the same level with yours. His face crucially near for such miniscule proximity that threatened the strings of your heart, feeling them be plucked with quavery fingers.

This man probably had a habit of not knowing what personal space really was.

You held a breath, feeling Satoru's warm breath hit your face with no contrition and paying no mind about the train of details that came crashing down, filling that lacuna little by little inside that brain of yours in which he found impotent for achieving nothing today. "---To top off another confidential information so that I could earn at least an ounce of trust that I deserve for saving you tonight---," he gave himself another pause, fishing a hand out of his pocket to keep it in under his chin as if he was deliberating on the amount of particulars he wanted to share with you, "---Jujutsu Sorcerers are considered to be above normal. Probably having screws in their heads to even be working to annihilate curses. We certainly are beyond crazy,"

Gojo minimally backed away, giving your features a once over to see how you were doing---what you were thinking about. Thus far, he was still disappointed as he ever been when you were left breathless and shell-shocked to even retaliate. "---and you're talking to the best and the craziest."

Perhaps, it was expected that Shoko Ierie was going to give him a beating---verbal, that's for sure. He was untouchable for god's sake. A verbal beating was expected from the doctor for stressing out a woman who was currently in the middle of memory-loss.

Satoru idly leaned his mouth near your ear, oblivious towards that clenched fists which rested your sides. His presence alone was minacious enough, even without knowing who he actually really was and what antecedents lay before his name. Gojo Satoru. The name echoed relentlessly, trying to fill the abyss you've somehow gradually began to cognize. Was this so called memory-loss truly involved him in it?

His breath smelled of sweetmeat. Possibly, it was from all the 'mochis' he decided to intake before the whole abandoned street curse you were in. The intonation mellifluous and somehow recognizable nevertheless which has gotten you in an inaudible mess, "Your turn." he spoke lowly, hearing the smile on his face as he added, "---Why do you have those sketches with you from the moment you arrived?"

"How---How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't draw that! I'm not great at drawing people!"

That was certainly a fact. You had no talent in terms of drawing that good enough like it was sketched out of a Manga Artist's fingers.

Satoru breathed out a sigh, not giving you a chance to glance over that exquisite side of his face as he swiftly straightened his back and shoulders, leaving you wide eyed and your skin tingling from his thoughtless actions of consuming other people's proximities. Gojo Satoru will surely be the death of you just by his company alone.

"This is entertaining to be honest," he insouciantly spoke out of the blue, both of his hands inside his pockets as he leaned his head to the side, still watching you from beneath his blindfolds. "---There's a cursed-spirit coming any minute now. Right...just beside you,"

Satoru could feel the Hatagaya abandoned street curse take a sharp turn with Yuji in pursuit, running at breakneck speed---even faster than any other person would. The first year student knew where you were just by how he was trying to keep the curse within and out of your radius. Though, this curse was leaping from houses to houses, breaking walls and post-lights with each cross over which emits clangor throughout the town.

This has gotten all of your attention, pulling you out of your dwelling from the conversation you had with him. The pensive spirits you had were short-lived from your uncanny nosiness that changed in just a zippy.

"There's nothing beside me!" you exclaimed, briefly glancing everywhere to see nothing but an empty street that filled the dark.

These noises that both Yuji and the curse were creating echoed in high-speed like it was behemoth coming in for the kill from every shatter of windows and destruction of walls. You had to cease from moving an inch when the hubbubs came to a stop, curiously turning your head to see Satoru alongside with you, his height utterly towering beside yours. Still, appearing to look unconcerned from the reverberating clash of noise like he entirely knew what was happening on the other side of the town.

"Just stay beside me, Tiny-chan." You heard Satoru added in a laid-back tonality, his overwhelming warmth that stood beside you never helped the way how your heart skipped a beat, "---We're gonna have fun together."

Thus, in a split-second, you've heard an ear-splitting noise of a wall being wrecked just an arm away from you. The blow blaring your head as it was too loud for your ears to bear that you had to jump from how close you were in being hit by the broken debris it caused. Yuji and the curse's ruination catching you and Satoru in which your own two eyes could clearly see.

Upon bumping his side, feeling the cloth of his own uniform grazed softly on your skin had caught you off-guard, giving him a glimpse to see him unperturbed from the whole scene. How you were both about to be caught up in an accident of someone who were stupendously fighting within the walls of abandoned houses. You had to give Gojo a double-take, at lost for words for how relaxed he may been, holding out a hand which had him raise both of his middle and pointer finger, accompanied by his thumb as if he had some particular hand-signs that only he could activate nor understand.

Then, you've came to discern that these type of destructions came with flying debris that were ought for you to be hit with. However, there was none.

Until you've regarded that particular side of a wrecked wall, ogling at the sight of a large broken brick wall accompanied by countless of shards that were within sniffing distance, the end of a shard seeming to come to a halt on the apples of your cheeks, never bound to be touched. These debris limiting from going any less further close to you.

It was then and there, you knew that this blindfolded guy who stood beside you was controlling everything.

All the wreckage that fenced in both of your proximity held to a stop, perceiving an invisible barrier that made you blink twice. Satoru felt like he never wanted to activate his Limitless when you're around, much to his surprise which got him questioning himself. Though, this was needed as a form of evidence that he wasn't there to be a cock and bull story, right? He needed to do what was needed.

Hence, by that simple action---you were sure you were with superhumans---people who weren't exactly normal.

The night held more surprising events for you because in the midst of being dumbfounded from all, it didn't stop there as Yuji Itadori, Gojo's first year student who had been very friendly since the beginning you've seen him, screamed at the top of his lungs, yelling like it was his last hurrah as a gigantic puff of silhouette, passed above you and Satoru who stood rooted on the ground, unmoving.

"HI SENSEI!" Yuji beamed while he was in the air, lightly falling on his toes and preparing his stance before this abandoned street curse that doubled Gojo's size. He stood in front of the curse with a determined outline of his expressions, brows furrowed with pursed lips. The sensei smiled back at his student and saw that Yuji was channeling his cursed energy that bordered him, delivering the second blow of 'Divergent Fist' in the midst of the curse's disorientation which has finished him off.

Purple blood splattered everywhere due to the action, some even threatening to spill on you but due to Satoru's ability, it didn't stain you both.

"There...actually was..." You trailed off, realizing that you had watched the whole scene with both of your eyes and mouth open. Thoroughly stupefied from what kind of creature laid on the ground, lifeless.

Detailed to keep you in awe and mystified, It's body was round with burnt-sienna fur that surrounded its body. Limbs stubby but with the same length just as its body were with razor-edged nails that can slice a bitch. An enormous eye with auriferous colored pupil which eventually turned black as it was about to disintegrate soon.

Satoru deactivated his Infinity within less than a second, shielding you from the wreckage, letting all the debris fall around you both but never touching you nor him.

You could see them. That was good.

Though, he was ignorant over the wonderment that filled your eyes as Satoru snickered, cocksure that you were frightened after all the events that this curse has caused tonight, "Ah, there is? You can see curses then." he casually acknowledged, raising a finger. "---Oh, right! You've been on an accident. Memory-loss, that is."

To normal people, they were bound to be frightened by curses who weren't a day-to-day figure that you could perceive whenever you walk through streets which were highly prone to seeing a curse. These include hospitals and schools which are the hot spots for bearing curses because many negative emotions are associated with memories of those kind of places. In spite of that, these curses that occur in towns weren't new because the place might have been infested by these emotions that people despised of.

"Great job, Yuji! Your Divergent fist has greatly improved so!" Satoru was dense over the frown you had, thoroughly insensible from channeling in the guise of a concerned citizen that it had his student frowning before you as he held his fist in the air, reading through the lines of your frown and wrinkled forehead. You seemed to be...troubled that he somehow eradicated the curse with brute force.

Weren't you supposed to be freaking out and happy that this creature---a cursed spirit that harms people was now dead?

He had to take second glances on you and towards his closed fist, the cursed energy surrounded him has now subsided. Yet, from the way you have hollered out for him with furrowed brows made the juvenile ask himself what he did wrong, "Why'd you punch Mike Wazowski on the face!?"

Mike Wazowski. Itadori had to reach out for his scalp, seeming to scratch his head for the confusion. The first year student understood the word 'why', pointing him through the phrase that you were actually asking him a question. Second would be a name that surely ignited him a question as to who were you actually complaining to? Him or Mike Wazowski?

Who was Mike Wazowski? Did you thought his name was Mike Wazowski?

"Eh?" Yuji returned your question with a simple sound of bewilderment, consequently pointing to himself as he asked you back in return with a shake of his head. Technically, he did not understood you due to the language barrier.

"Uh---My name...is---ah, Itadori Yuji. Ita-Dori. Yu-Ji. No Mike-o Wazowski, Eigo-San."

To say Gojo was also letting out his voice of confusion, the Sensei inspected both you and Yuji who was currently in a conversation of getting lost in your own translations. Though, for the white-haired, blindfolded sorcerer, he was the only person---the only gateway to get a gist of what was actually being asked and uttered by each other because by some means, he could understand you very well but not by his students nor by anyone as he may presume.

It was like he didn't need any subtitles to any movie rather than others who needed any kind of paraphernalia---such translations that his students needed.

Yet, what stood out the most was that you seemed more upset now after seeing Sukuna's vessel abolish a curse that was harmful to the society. Satoru had to turn at least in a ninety degree angle, his knees slightly bent from trying to boldly gawk at the sudden turn of events, leaning on his side whilst his captivating white fluff of hair swayed as he openly expressed his stupefaction over your reactions, "Tiny-Chan," he lowly muttered in disbelief, mouth pursed as he raised a brow that you technically couldn't see with his blindfolds being a hindrance, "---You're not freaking out? Eh?"

"It looks cute. I'd rather be much scared with spirits---ghosts who had scary faces. You know, those you see from Shutter, The Nun, Insidious, The Grudge and a whole lot more horror movies. These cursed spirits you call look like stuff toys."

Was it how collected you sounded? Unconcerned? Maybe, the truck had hit you in the head a little too hard or he just really needed to educate you a lot about how his world really worked. From how desperate you were since the moment you've sat on the pavements that you've given him the impression of setting your death on the line of these curses which surrounded you kilometers away till your state of in-denial...

"EH!" Stuff toys. Gojo mentally huffed in disbelief upon hearing your standpoint over these cursed spirits that are no joke to the society.

The rat-a-pat of Megumi's boots closed in, his Divine dog: Totality disappearing into thin air before you could even get to see it, thinking that you might be feverish over his Shikigami. Worse luck, you would also be like Yuji and Nobara who would pet his Divine dogs like nincompoops. He came running through the other side of the street where you and Satoru stood, the complete opposite of where Yuji has been chasing down the cursed spirit, his face completely stoic as he acted like he hadn't obliterate the other curse that blocked his way.

"Seriously." Megumi's frown deepened, reading through everyone's expressions one by one. Yuji was beaming like he usually does. The Shikigami User found himself pilloried by his friend who began a bet that he surely had not been informed of.

"I knew she was here, Fushiguro! I told you so! I heard her scream!"

Then, there was his Sensei who went on upon staring at your upset form, pointing at the cursed spirit that was slowly drifting away with the flow of the brisk wind. You seemed to be constantly demanding questions in which had passed by Satoru's ear and to the other, ignoring you from how caught on the hop he was.

"Your divine dog was too slow, Megumi. Yuji actually arrived first," he nonchalantly informed nevertheless, acknowledging the fact that his other first year student finally came trudging in. Though, obviously nobody could see that. He was blinking back at you behind his blindfolds.

"Hai, Gojo-Sensei!" Itadori nodded back at his teacher, showing his pearly whites. His smile went minimal as he mused on, catching sight and constantly hearing the name 'Mike Wazowski' out of your mouth in a chant that Gojo obviously ignored because the Jujutsu Sorcerer had no idea who it was. He'd bet the heavens and earth that no one knew who you were pertaining to except for yourself, "---Wait, I thought you said Eigo-San couldn't see curses?" Yuji simply implored, glancing between you and Satoru with doubt.

His question has been swerved by the man himself and he continued his offhand assessments for the training they had, sounding how casual like he usually was, "---and Kugisaki got distracted by a midnight dress shop she wanted to visit since the moment she arrived in Tokyo while you guys have been busy killing curses. It's fine. From how moody she was becoming, she probably needed it badly. She's excused." Satoru straightened his shoulders, returning back to his height as he pointed an accusing finger at the black-haired student he knew very well, ruffling his feathers with a sally.

"---You've been skipping training, Megumi?"

Fushiguro couldn't help but scowl further.

"Mike Wazowski!" You exclaimed for the seventh time tonight, catching Gojo's senses when you've began to take a run for the dying cursed spirit that he had to quickly pull you back with the collar of your shirt, not having the risk of you trying to hug the heck out of a dying, cursed spirit.

"Oi, oi, Tiny-Chan!" Satoru pulled you upon your collars, making you stumble back from the force which has ignited a shriek out of you.

There was something happening through your systems, your body. You could feel it. How lightheaded you feel. The soles on your feet identifying the road like they were clouds floating in the sky. Were you drugged?

But, you've tried your hardest not to take a single bite of sushi from their table back in the restaurant, not even any amount of water.

"Did you plan to make me go sleepy bye-bye, Satoru?" your eyes widened at that, the way your brain had no other thoughts aside from wanting to just hit the hay. Everything felt like a dream and also a nightmare that you were in a dilemma in some way because deep inside, your subconscious mind did not want this to end. You briskly turned around to Gojo's surprise, bumping your head over his clothed, fit abdominals---that you highly took note of---as a result for pulling you through the collars.

Woozy as you ever were since the moment this peculiar occurrence happened, you've wobbled from the impact, everybody heard you giggle out of nowhere---definitely not the right time for some weird giggling---once you've hit Gojo's clothed abdominals with your obdurate forehead, as Satoru would describe. Your words were muffled, incoherent for everyone to hear that you began mumbling to yourself, raising an accusing finger towards his clothed chest as you lifted your chin to give him a glare that accompanied a soft smile.

"Hehehe, I knew you drugged me." was the only phrase Satoru has understood before your head fell on his body.

He'd caught you graciously through your fall, his lengthy arms engulfing your shoulders, securing you in place as you unconsciously clutched onto his uniform. Satoru napped off from your unforeseen collapse which gotten him pausing to think that this was his doing.

Did it really had a time-lag then?

"Oh, she fainted." Itadori clearly stated the obvious, "---You scared her, Sensei."

Megumi strolled closer to where everyone was, inspecting your form that was currently being held by his Sensei who went on in clutching your snoring self, he paid heed enough to catch sight that you were smiling and giggling through your sleep. "She wasn't scared." His black-haired student deadpanned back at Yuji before grumbling another that made Satoru grin to himself, "Great. Another idiot for the team."

"She's not part of the team, Megumi." He uttered, crystal-clear while in the midst of bending down to haul you over his shoulders. Yet, Gojo thought twice and picked you up bridal style instead. You were weird, yes. Have been stubborn? Probably. However, you were still a woman who deserved your forced catnap.

This has been the second time already. Satoru caught himself asking why he always had you unconscious in his arms like this would be a routine that the Jujutsu Sorcerer obviously did not want nor bargained for, "---Also, I plan to make her sleep. I didn't know it had a delay."

Itadori pursed his lips back at his Sensei, grinning back at his teacher that he idolizes so much, "Time lag." the pink-haired commented in a jest. Gojo heard you mumble his name in your sleep, brushing it off as his student's wisecracking got him shaking his head. Yuji was bringing back the time he mentioned that his Divergent Fist had a time-lag when they trained together that time.

"You know that never happens with me, Yuji." His Sensei bragged along, making Itadori laugh and backpedal from his harmless joke. Having said that, Gojo was caught-off guard despite of his false acclaims that there was no time-lag to what he planned for you before he decided that it was much better for you to join them throughout their gathering. Had it been three to five hours? four?

He shrugged to himself, momentarily ignoring the unusual response of your body to their techniques. Was this because you didn't belong to their dimension which is why you were not bound to be affected by their abilities or techniques? Gojo walked alongside with his students as he carried you in his arms, your head gently inclined to that hollow part of his neck, constantly blowing warm breaths that he somehow found homely and restful.

The latter steered clear of the zany discovery, hearing another whisper of 'Mike Wazowski' beneath your snores.

Guess you learned your lesson.

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