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Tomie!reader and Ghostface they moment they spot each other in a trial

[tomiexkawakami]

𝑲𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑨

𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛(𝚔𝚗𝚢) 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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私は完璧です.

A boy by the name Kamado Tanjiro,

was currently spending the night at a man's home, the man claimed it is very dangerous at night. Tanjiro had trouble sleeping because of how much worry he was holding for his family...

the man said the night was not safe, which led to the poor young man to worry even more for his precious family.

After the night past, he thanked the man and quickly rushed to his home, he was ready for the warm welcome, and the scolding of his mother for not arriving the day before.

He smiled brightly while he could see his home from a far... but he suddenly stopped and his eyes widened.

"The smell of blood!" He quickly rushed to his home and the sight he saw was something he will never forget.

"..." The boy couldn't believe his eyes... "Nezuko..." he walked in and saw his whole family Lifelessly on the floor..."

Mother! Hanako! Nezuko! What happened!?" The young boy was panicking and he started shedding tears for his now dead family, until.

"Nezuko!" She still has a pulse... the young boy thought, he quickly decided to carry his dear younger sister down the hill and take her to town so she could get medical attention, she was in desperate need of it..

The air was very thin, as it was winter. Tanjiro was very desperate to help his sister... he couldn't imagine a world without his family.

Suddenly, nezuko woke up! But, it wasn't just Nezuko, she was now a Demoness... and she was hungry. Due to Nezuko's rapid shaking both her and her brother fell down, luckily, the snow was thick, which made it a soft landing for Tanjiro and his sister.

Speaking of her, she was looking down at the ground, as she stood still... "Nezuko! Nezuko are you alright!? You dont have to walk! Let me carry you to town!..... Nezuko?"

Without a word, the young girl jumped at her brother and attacked him, out of instincts, he pulled out his hatchet and quickly started blocking while Nezuko tried to bite him. Several pleading could be heard from him and saying he was worried for Nezuko was an understatement...

Tanjiro could smell another presence coming towards he and his sister, and they were coming fast. Panicked, out of reflex he quickly pushes Nezuko out of they way before the unknown person could harm her with the Katana they wield.

(Time skip🫀) (because I forgot what else happened)

My sister has turned into a mole...' Tanjiro thought, his dear sister Nezuko dug a whole so that she could avoid the sun. He quickly brushed off the thought and put the basket (i think) infront of Nezuko.

"Nezuko.. can you try fit in the basket? Can you fit?" He asked his sister, she attempted to enter, but her body was too grown, if only she were a bit smaller...

"Nezuko... earlier your body turned to one of a adult, so is it possible for your body to become smaller..? Im sure you'll fit!" Out of nowhere, She became smaller, so she was able to fit in the basket..

"Good job Nezuko! You did it!" He pat Nezuko head, she enjoyed the praise and head pats from her brother, so her mood definitely got better.Tanjiro picked up the basket that contains his dear sibling, who was surprisingly very light. He covered the top so the sun couldn't reach Nezuko, he didn't want to see her hurt by the sun, he promised himself to protect his sister, even if it costs his own life.

(Meanwhile)

(name) was looking at the chaos caused by uppermoon 6 and uppermoon 5, Daki, upper six, was having a tantrum because Gyokko, upper five, said her hair clips was made poorly, he said it doesn't look good compared to his art.

(Name) nearly snickered at all the insults Daki is sending back to Gyokko as a comeback for her hairclip.Uppermoon 1 was minding his business, he only speaks when either (name) or the demon king spoke to him, he didn't find anyone else worthy for his time.

Uppermoon 3 & 2 were talking, Douma was being a pain in the ass to Akaza, who was resisting the urge to punch his head off, but he didn't, (name) was there and he didn't want to seem rude infront of her.

Uppermoon 4, Hantengu was hiding behind a wall, he doesn't feel safe anywhere near the infinity castle, especially when he makes eye contact with uppermoon 2 or 1, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but the demon king wanted a meeting. He knew he couldnt decline. Oh how he wishes he could though.

(Name) was getting bored, she didn't know why her brother asked her to attend the meeting, but she didn't decline. She had nothing better to do anyway, it's daylight after all...

(Back to Tanjiros POV)

The Demon was still speaking, even if Tanjiro cut off his head with his hatchet, he looked at the demons body as it was burned by sunlight. "You wont kill it with that." An elder man said.Tanjiro faced him, he looked at him, shocked and confused. "You are Kamado Tanjiro, correct?, Tomioka sent you. I am going to train you to be a successful demon hunter. Come inside."

[solangelotus]

she’s thunderstorms

luke castellan x reader (MDNI)

beautiful patterns on the window pane

summary: you and luke agreed to be friends with benefits, but that all changes for you after a climactic moment together. luke knew his feelings before this agreement, but yours are a sudden revelation.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: zeus!reader, talks about greek tragedies/violence, angst if you squint, smut MDNI! (warnings under the cut). clarisse x silena. reader wears a bikini. percabeth mentions. reader has long enough hair for two braids

author’s note: this is based off of this post i saw! also, this is my first time writing something creatively in a whopping FIVE years! so please be kind <3 this will be a small series that i have planned out, but i want to see how this is received before committing!

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smut warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do that), p in v, slight breeding kink maybe, praise, pet names. little bit of dom reader and sub luke but nothing too obvious

a forbidden child. gods and monsters alike all wanted you to pay for a life you didn’t even ask for. you had tried leaving camp occasionally, opting to try and live a somewhat normal life but it wasn’t possible as a child of the king of the gods. you always made your way back to camp half-blood, and back to the only place that feels like home.

this summer the heat is overwhelming. any day where you weren’t forced to teach combat or how to make friendship bracelets meant taking advantage of the empty beach that overlooked long island sound. your reprieve from the heat was typically spent with other campers. silena beauregard and clarisse la rue joined you today, and all three of you rested on towels underneath the bright sun.

“where’s luke?” clarisse asks, handing you a bowl of strawberries from the picnic basket you three had packed at lunch.

“oh, him and chris are stuck on dish duty,” silena explains with a shrug, not caring about the fact she’s to be blamed for their absences. “their cabin was a big mess this morning, and it was the nicest job i could give them. cabin nine is on stable duties right now. can’t have charlie thinking i’m soft on him. lee’s at an infirmary shift i think.”

“you are soft on him,” clarisse teases and silena scrunches her nose at her taller girlfriend. the latter shoves a strawberry into the former’s mouth with a laugh. “what? it’s no different than my friendship with chris, and i am not afraid to admit i’m soft on him. they're our exes.”

“y/n’s not soft on her exes, she’s only soft on her boy toy,” silena points out, and you lift your sunglasses to rest them on the top of your head. you narrow your eyes at the daughter of aphrodite.

“i don’t have any exes, and he is not my boy toy.”

“no, he’s just your best friend who you occasionally fuck and are completely in love with.”

“but you’re not denying that you have a soft spot for him?” silena smirks. of course, you are soft for luke castellan.

the son of hermes was the first person you met at camp and had been your best friend since you were fifteen. no matter how prideful you were, there was no chance of denying your loyalty to the boy who had been at your side for the last four years.

“it’s not like that,” you say to clarisse, ignoring silena’s question. “it’s strictly platonic. we have an agreement.”

“yeah, yeah, we know you don’t do relationships,” silena interjects, stating it as if it’s the biggest sin someone could commit. you suppose it may be to her; she was a favorite of her mother, and everything she did and said was full of love.

“no fighting, you two.”

“rich coming from you.”

“y/n!”

“what? i was joking!”

“it’s so funny,” clarisse deadpans, and the three of you begin to laugh. you put your empty bowl back into the picnic basket and pull your band tee off before pushing yourself up to stand.

“can we swim now?”

“give me a second,” the daughter of aphrodite says and takes your hand to stand. covering her swimsuit is a floor-length pink sundress that you’re certain was the reason she and clarisse happened to be late to the beach.

silena may have inherited desire from her mother, but clarisse inherited passion from her father. you never would have pinned clarisse to like fashion, but anytime silena wore a sundress it was bad news for anyone around them. once she sheds the dress, clarisse grabs her hand and runs towards the water. you trail behind them, enjoying the sight of two of your closest friends' love for each other.

truth be told, you did envy them to some extent. the average demigod's lifespan was already short, and yours was even shorter. making it to nineteen was a miracle in and of itself.

it didn’t seem fair to rope someone else into a romantic greek tragedy. you would only do it if you were the one left behind. but as a forbidden child, that was and will never be an option. you are the eurydice, the hyacinthus, the daphne, and the achilles. in every version of your story, death would be your only option. grief would be a privilege.

by the time the boys finished their chores, they came into view with a few stragglers behind them. “oh, great. i thought the point of beach days was that they were childless.”

“who even is it?” you ask after silena splashes clarisse for her comments.

“looks like that fucking new kid.”

“you stay away from him, clar.”

“no promises, love.”

“oh, are you talking about percy jackson?”

“yeah, he failed his cabin inspection too,” silena answers you. if you had a soft spot for anyone, it would undoubtedly be the only other forbidden child at camp (sans your pine tree sister). luke spent a lot of time training percy, and you spent a lot of time voicing your experiences and frustrations with each other.

“he’s the only one in his cabin.”

“so is y/n, and she hardly ever makes it in the top five,” silena points out and you splash her. the boys set down their stuff, and you notice percy getting pushed by another girl. you make your way onto the shore as percy sprints past you with annabeth right on his heels.

“hey, stormy,” luke greets you. you swat at his hand which tries to touch your hip and push him away from you with a laugh. he gets his hands back on you and pulls your back flush against his chest. his hand snakes around to rest on the lower part of your belly. “can you blame me for wanting to get my hands on you when you look this good?”

“luke!” you chastised. before summer started, you both had snuck out of camp to go shopping with the money your mom had sent you. when you tried on the royal blue bikini, luke’s jaw had gone slack and you knew you had to buy it. he looks at you with a smirk once you spin around, and you stand on the tip of your toes to whisper in his ear. “you can do that later.”

“gods,” he mumbles and watches as you run back into the water. you cup a handful of water and throw it at percy who retaliates by sending a wave of water down on top of you.

luke feels like he can’t breathe when he sees you laugh and squeeze the water out of your soaking braids. he watches your hands and feels his heartbeat race as he sees you adjust the bottoms of your swimsuit.

“stop staring,” lee fletcher nudges him with a smile, and chris nods from beside him. the boys relentlessly tease luke at every chance they get. they knew to keep the information about you and luke to themselves but he was a loudmouth. he had trouble keeping it in when you were such a beautiful person to love on.

“i need to go help lena with clarisse before she tries to kill percy,” chris groans and runs into the water when percy accidentally splashes her in the process of trying to get annabeth. beckendorf follows him to help, but silena successfully stops clarisse’s anger with a kiss. luke wishes he could be so open with his affection for you.

he pulls his shirt off and sets it down beside yours. he catches your smile when he begins his descent into the water, and your eyes dip down to his v-line that pokes out from his swimming trunks. gods, he is going to kill you someday.

“y/n,” annabeth drags out your name and tugs on your arm, “play chicken with me and percy, please?”

“sure, you want castellan in on it?”

“luke,” she calls out and wades over to him. he smiles at her and tries to shake his head, but the young girl tugs him over until you are face to face with his pout.

“this feels unfair, stormy. why did you say yes?”

“just bend down,” you instruct and he blushes. he would be lying if he said he doesn’t love when you order him around.

“yes, ma’am.”

you push yourself up onto the lithe boy’s shoulders, just as a wave pulls annabeth out of the water and onto percy’s shoulders. she squeals in surprise, and he latches onto her hands to keep her balanced. you smile at the two, and look over at silena who sends you a silent message: percy is trying to impress annabeth. he likes her, and you know the daughter of athena well enough to recognize those feelings are returned.

annabeth calls your name, and you find yourself tugging and pushing against her to try and knock her off of her perch. luke’s grip on your thighs is distracting, especially as you feel him move his hands higher up at each opportunity. your heart speeds up in your chest and you can’t tell if it’s from the hands teasing the flesh on your legs or from the excitement of pushing the girl into the water.

percy groans and dips under the water to find her, while you and luke cheer. you try to coax him to look up at you but fail to move his head and feel a sharp, pleasurable pain on your thigh. you smack his chest, and he looks up at you with a wide grin. your heart drops to your stomach when you see the deep red mark presenting itself on your thigh. you splash water at his face when you hop down from his shoulders and he winces. “did you fucking bite me?”

“that,” he pauses and pulls you flush against him, “is payback for annabeth wanting me to go to the infirmary last week for the hickeys you left.”

“oh.”

it wasn’t very often that luke was able to make a mess of you in public. usually, you force him to keep it behind closed doors. he stares down at you with a smirk, enjoying the pink dusting your cheeks.

he spins you and wraps his arms around you from behind. you were familiar with this dangerous dance of his, one that he does when he wants you. “it would be a shame if a storm were to ruin our beach day, and we had to go back to your cabin.”

“a shame indeed,” you agree, and feel a tug in your stomach as you hold your hand towards a faraway point of the rocky shore. lightning strikes down, and a scream comes from percy as rain clouds begin forming overhead. annabeth laughs at her boy’s antics and runs with him as he tries to get to the shore as fast as possible. “you’re going to have to work a little harder than that to get what you want.”

“y/n, luke! come on!” silena calls and luke whines as you push off of him. he watches as you saunter out of the water, one hand behind you as you wield more storm clouds into camp. he slowly follows you and dies when you pull your tee shirt over your head. your ass pokes out from the bottom of the arctic monkeys shirt he had gotten with a five-finger discount at a concert you had snuck into. he would do anything you want right now if you were alone on this beach.

you turn around and toss him your towel, which blinds him as it lands directly on his face. you and percy laugh together, and luke just stands in defeat until he feels the fabric fall off his face. you move and stop yourself in front of him to wrap the towel around his neck as if it’s a cape. the smile on your face as you dry off his shoulders and chest makes him fully believe you were made for him. he says a silent prayer to zeus. he finds himself praying to your father more than ever. only the king of the gods could bring such an ethereal being to life. he’s sure that you were more divine than human.

“you like this, don’t you?” you ask. luke leans his face into your hands as you dry his hair off.

“hmm?”

“me taking care of you,” you add, causing him to blush. he takes the towel from you and covers his face again. “nothing to be embarrassed about, pretty boy. you know i like it, too.”

“stormy,” he groans and you rip the towel off his face.

“c’mon guys, we need to get back to our cabins before the storm starts,” lee ushers everyone off the shore.

“it just came out of nowhere,” percy pouts, saddened by the rain ruining his swimming.

“yeah, super weird, perce,” silena agrees and narrows her eyes at you. you tug luke with you as you run off into the tree line with him. far enough away from both the beach and the cabins is when you find yourself pushing luke against the trunk of a tree. he smiles down at you, his cheeks red, and he reminds you vividly of the first time you decided to sleep together.

bruises litter his skin as you kiss a path up his chest back to his neck. his hands grip your thighs and you let out quiet sighs when he squeezes them ever so slightly. you sit up, your core resting lightly on him, and grind down on him. his eyes close at the movement and he lets out a low groan, his grip becoming tighter. it feels more intimate than anything you have done. your best friend squirms underneath you, and you feel a love and desire unlike any before.

you cup his cheeks and instruct him to open his eyes. he looks at you with heavy lids, and a heavy, warm feeling erupts in your chest. his cheeks are flushed, and he has a small content smile on his face. you feel like the most important person in the world; you feel like more than just a daughter.

you dip down and kiss him hard, a moan surprising the both of you from the back of his throat. you roll your hips against his again and open your mouth in surprise at how hard he is. his head falls back against your pillow, and you begin to kiss along his jaw, “is this okay?”

“yeah, that’s — that’s okay, y/n,” he speaks through gasps and you smile against his skin. he feels your teeth against his adam’s apple and murmurs your name again. “please, keep going. don’t stop.”

luke’s mouth on yours brings you out of your reverie. his hands toy with the end of your shirt, and he slips his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. his fingertips trace lightly over your core on your bikini bottoms, and your hands grip his arms tightly. you can hear your friends closing in from a distance. “we can’t be doing this here, luke.”

“i want you,” he whines when you circle his wrist with your fingers to pull it away. you let go and walk backwards in the direction of the camp with him walking slowly towards you, like a predator to prey.

“come get me then,” you tell him and turn to sprint towards your cabin. he has an advantage in sword fighting, but you will always be faster than him. he gains ground on you with his long legs, but you run into your cabin before him. his chest heaves by the time you let him lay you down on the bed.

luke likes you in control of him, teasing and teaching him where you like to be touched. he enjoys you teaching him new things about himself, where he’s most sensitive, and what makes him cum fastest. he loves when you relinquish control once in a while and you let him divulge and enjoy every part of your body that he can.

what luke castellan enjoys most is when your body shakes as he eats you out. he knows you love it, too, by the eagerness with which you allow the bottoms of your bikini to be removed.

he applies light pressure to your clit with his tongue and pushes your hips down to prevent you from squirming away from him. fervent moans leave your body, and your thighs squeeze his head. the way his tongue quickly switches from kitten licks to lapping makes your head spin until his name comes out like a mantra, like a prayer. luke, luke, luke. you’re tempted to give gratitude to the gods for blessing you with such a lover.

when he kisses you, you wrap your legs around his waist and rake your fingers through his hair. he pulls away and nuzzles his face into your neck. you wrap your arms around him, in a tight hug, and a contented sigh leaves his lips. he enjoys moments where you let him love you too.

his feelings remain unknown to you, but each time he finds himself touching you, tasting you, and feeling you around him is reason enough to enjoy your friendship as it is. although, truly, he feels this is something that even friends don’t do. you confirm his suspicions when you manage to flip him and remove his swim trunks. no friend that he knows of could ever touch him so easily, get him to breathe so heavily, and make him nearly cum with just a few strokes.

“leave your shirt on,” he breathes out, his breathing heavy from you guiding him inside you. he fills you completely, and a sigh escapes your lips. your eyes meet each other and luke believes you look like royalty with the soft glow of the sunset in the background creating a halo around your head. your hair is in two braids — something he was sure clarisse did for you — and he toys with the ends, trying to steady his breathing as you remain reluctant to move.

“why?”

“truthfully, you look stunning in nothing but that shirt?”

“this shirt?” you laugh, and he groans as he feels you tighten around him. his head falls back against his pillow, and you move your hips in slow, languid circles against him.

it’s hard to keep serious, to act like he doesn’t press against your walls in the most perfect ways. like he doesn’t make you feel better than any person before him. you rest a hand on the nape of his neck and push lightly so he is forced to look at you. you try to remain calm, despite the building pressure. “clarisse always goes crazy when silena wears sundresses. you feel that way with these shirts?”

“yes,” he sighs. you often find yourself being asked to keep the band tees on during sex that he has stolen for you. luke can’t explain it, there’s just something so electric about something he has gotten you adorning your body. the bands, and the music, brought you much passion and you when you were passionate was something that drove him up a wall.

he couldn’t deny that your frame adored by the graphic band tees was something he thought about while fucking his fist when he failed to have you. now that he has you, he tries his best to share what turns him on the most. “you look like royalty.”

“i am,” you retort, and increase the pace of your hips. you groan and lean down to rest your forearms on either side of his head. he looks at you, eyes full of bliss, and he sits up enough to smash your lips together. you moan into his mouth, struggling to keep your wits when it feels so good. “what do you want, pretty boy?”

luke takes a second to comprehend your question. he’s whimpering and gripping your sides hard enough to leave bruises. sometimes you wonder if you are made for each other when he fucks you this well. he tries to take a deep breath, but his breath comes out in shutters. “can i mark you up?”

“f-fuck, yeah,” you mutter, and he sits up, his confidence increasing from the stutter in your words. he wraps his arms around your back, pulling you tight against him. he nibbles at your neck, running his tongue over the marks to soothe them. you are sure you have reached elysium; his teeth on your neck, and his hands guiding your hips as you rock against him. “luke?”

this is the most control you have ever granted him. he relishes the opportunity to make you fall apart and wonders why it all suddenly feels so different as you struggle to keep up your pace. on the other hand, you found yourself experiencing similar thoughts. you are more relaxed this time, more comfortable with allowing him to do whatever he wants with your body. it’s true intimacy, you finally allow yourself to relinquish what led you to sex in the first place: control.

“yeah?”

“i-i want, um, i want,” you pause, taking in a gasp of air. he feels so good, so godly. you feel pathetic but fail to care. you know luke would never use this vulnerability against you. it’s hard to focus when he fills you so perfectly to the point where you are nearly knocked over the edge.

“what do you want, princess?” he asks, and you blush at the near-pornographic moan that leaves your throat. you rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to hide your flushed cheeks. he reaches between your sweaty bodies and begins to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing a high-pitched whine to leave your throat. “c’mon, princess, you're doing so good. tell me what you want.”

“fuck,” you cry, biting down on his shoulder to prevent another loud moan from escaping your mouth. he groans and quickened his pace on your clit, causing another string of whimpers to leave you. you are entirely sure that you have never remained on edge for so long. you want to scream, to shout his name to anyone who will hear. you don’t even care if the whole camp hears. the praises, the nicknames, it’s all so new and so invigorating.

“please, talk to me.”

“i’m so close.”

“me too, baby. where do you want me to finish?”

“luke,” your voice comes out as a whine again, “cum in me.”

few words escape either of you, they are replaced with lewd sounds loud enough to only increase your arousal. he channels his unraveling with fast, rough movements on your clit, and with his mouth sucking on your neck.

you cum first, squeezing him within an inch of his life. he removes his fingers from your core, and places them on your hips, lifting and slamming you down on his cock. you nearly scream, the feeling so overstimulating after two orgasms.

when he finally cums in you with a groan, you clench around him, milking every last drop you can get. when you first slept together (and every consecutive time following), you felt embarrassed at the idea of him cumming inside of you being so hot.

he assures you each time that he feels the same, but you never have the confidence to let it happen. now you couldn’t care less at the idea as he collapses onto his back with you falling on his chest.

both of you are unsure of how long you lay there, but it’s long enough for him to soften inside of you. every movement leaves you whimpering, so spent from the activities of the day. he holds you tight, and you trace shapes and letters on his chest as he tries to guess them.

when he finally falls asleep, you pull yourself off him and admire the soft, kind boy beside you. you trace the scar on his face, and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. he doesn’t so much as stir in his sleep, and you catch yourself tracing three letters on his chest: I, L, Y.

luke is clueless of this as he sleeps, which you thank the gods for. love was never something you thought you would experience, but this surely had to be it, right? this was something so spectacular and ground shaking to you.

there were parts of yourself that he knew of that you would never tell anyone. you were fucked, you knew this the first time he made you cum. all of that pent up tension was more than sexual frustration, it was desire and blooming feelings you tried to hide from the moment you met him.

no one matches the feeling in your chest when he smiles. no one matches the butterflies in your belly when he pays you attention. no one ever has and ever will receive the same love you give luke, and maybe this is the moment where you finally will accept that it’s okay to love the son of hermes.

[tojisun]

simon would make you thank him as he fingers you, i think. dark eyes narrowed in his own enjoyment, thick fingers stuffing you so good, so messily, and his grin just a shy of mean. he presses his other hand on your belly. he said it’s not just to stop you from squirming, but he swears he can feel his fingers reach so deep with how wet you are, so sloppy it’s become greedy.

“cunt so hungry, huh?” simon croons, his breath passing through his teeth in whispers. “come on, pup. say it. say ‘thank you’, yeah?”

he noses along your jaw and waits with a bated breath, thrumming with his own giddiness.

[sshangth-daawnth]

Tomie

[seungrem]

tomie!enha (sunghoon) x (no pronouns)!reader

The Curse of Sunghoon

masterlist ~*+ - part 1 ~*+ - part 2 of ??

summary: It seemed everyone had become lost in their flawed tendencies since the arrival of the new student. His enigmatic spirit and flawless features made him impossible to miss- enchanting students and teachers alike. Uncanny in many ways, the boy’s name was Sunghoon, and for reader, it seemed his presence was nothing other than ill-fated.

( overview: please see warnings. no pronouns mentioned excluding occasional ‘em’s, student!sunghoon & reader & jungwon & heeseung, part 2 but it’s kinda just part 1.5 )

( warnings: mentions of blood, weapons, threats, fighting/physical aggression, death, not gross & not detailed gore, arrests/police, gangs/mob groups, manipulation, and stalkerish/obsessive behavior )

emoji code:

🌿 ( long story/series )

🧸 ( fluff crumbs )

🪐 ( Junji Ito - Tomie AU )

☁️ ( stands for y/n )

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“Your absence has been problematic..”

Rough gusts of wind brushed against ☁️’s skin. The sky was still cloudy from the morning’s rain.

“..Even more than your presence had been. Why’d your curse only now come around?”

Looking over the bridge’s stone guardrail, the student rested heavy arms down. The stream’s water rushed steadily under the structure, though not nearly as harsh as it had been a week prior.

“Why’re you over here sulking? Shouldn’t you be at school?”

☁️ turned to see Heeseung, his mahogany hair floating lightly as he stepped onto the bridge. Approaching ☁️, he stopped a few feet away and leaned against the guardrail as well.

“The school day ended four hours ago. Why’re you here and still in your school uniform?”

“I had a feeling that you’d be here.”

Eyebrows furrowed, ☁️ remained with a forward gaze. “So.. what do you want?”

“Now that Sunghoon’s gone and this place is “problematic” as you say, somebody needs to watch over you.”

“Oh.. I’ll be fine. I know who to look out for.”

“This a lot different than you think it is, ☁️.”

“I need to be alone right now, Heeseung. You can watch me from a distance, can’t you?”

“Well, people are usually dying to be this close to me-“

☁️ looked over to the boy to see a grin slowly growing along his face.

“Oh.. sorry. Too soon..?”

“Leave.”

“Why aren’t you drawn to me? Don’t you think I’m everything you want and more? Am I not handsome?”

“Are you serious?” ☁️ responded in an aggressive tone.

“You can’t reject me.. and I don’t take rejection very well.” Heeseung muttered between gritting teeth. He was shaking, which worried ☁️ slightly. “Wait.. you must still like Sunghoon. It can’t be a me problem..”

“Clearly.. I’m just not in the position to be interested in anyone. Now, I would like to sulk in peace, please.”

Heeseung stopped shaking, and took a deep breath. “Mhm. I’ll see you Monday.”

“I hope not.” ☁️ muttered, earning a scoff from Heeseung as he walked away.

I can’t believe that guy. He’s such a weirdo.. and his ego problems are a lot worse than Sunghoon’s.

Returning a gaze to the trees and flowing stream, ☁️ continued his thoughts out loud.

Now where was I?

After school, ☁️ would go over to the bridge and talk about all that went on throughout the day. Like how rumors of the archery teacher going insane were spread rampant after he didn’t show up to class the entire week. Other students stated that they’ve seen him creeping around on campus, but who knew of that was true. Rika also didn’t show up for the first half of the week. It seemed she hadn’t been sleeping, as she had bags under her eyes and didn’t say a word to anyone. ☁️ recalled that she still only had one bow in her hair. Both her and Hoshino have been on edge, but in contrast to Rika, Hoshino became meaner. As ☁️ would stand on the bridge every evening, one or two of Hoshino’s goons would pass by. It became so frequent that ☁️ would greet them on a first-name basis. On Thursday, accusations against Hoshino came about, with more rumors saying that he was the cause of Sunghoon’s disappearance. That was also the day that the young teacher (whose name ☁️ still didn’t know), confronted ☁️ in private. The teacher explained that he couldn’t remember when or how, but he remembers ☁️ being associated with missing items from his classroom. After pretending not to understand, ☁️ was on borrowed time. It obviously wasn’t good that the teacher’s memories were coming back, and ☁️ could tell that he was thoroughly investigating Sunghoon’s situation, which made the student anxious.

☁️’s trance was broken as footsteps echoed from the left side of the bridge. It was an older man, who looked at ☁️ and nodded.

“Be careful around here. The kids are reporting stories of ghosts.” The man muttered as he passed the student.

“Really? I’ve visited this bridge everyday and haven’t seen anything.” ☁️ responded.

The old man looked over the edge and pointed at the water below. Then, he turned, continuing his trudge down the bridge and onto the dirt path. ☁️ struggled it off.

Today was Friday, and rumors of Rika framing Hoshino for Sunghoon’s disappearance were passed around in ☁️’s first class. Both had been the subjects of much discussion, aside from one of the new students- Jungwon. Hours later, as ☁️ sat alone at lunch, police officers entered the cafeteria. Hoshino was apparently taken into police custody, but released later that day for unknown reasons.

After lunch, ☁️ attended the archery course, expecting to sit around as the students had been doing since Monday. To their surprise, the teacher was back, and extremely disoriented. His short, gray hair basically stood upright, and he stood hunched over with a cane. He, too, had noticeable eyebags and a disturbed expression. The old teacher was silent for a while before asking the students to turn themselves in for the murder of Sunghoon, as he was planning to do. You’ve could’ve guessed that the students, Hoshino especially, didn’t like this request. ☁️ felt the group’s hostility rise as the students shouted and eventually chased the old man out of the gym and into the forested area. For a man with a cane, it seemed he was perfectly capable of moving without it as he bolted out the back doors. ☁️ understood what they might do, and why they would do it- fear, anger, states of craze or madness, desensitization. ☁️ didn’t participate this time, and instead watched everyone run out of the room, with four or five students having been left behind. One student asked if they were actually going to turn themselves in, which everyone agreed not to.

☁️ heard that Rika had skipped this archery class to target the young teacher. She seemed to mistakenly think that the man was framing her, and he was the reason she was being accused of Hoshino’s arrest. ☁️ recalled Sunghoon’s interaction with Rika the week prior, when he was still alive. He handed Rika a bag full of papers and files, and then she was on her way. Sunghoon had never clarified what his scheme consisted of, and part of ☁️ wish that he had. From what ☁️ heard from teachers’ gossip, the young teacher had a few stab wounds but was still alive.

☁️ flinched at the sound of footsteps once again. It was Hoshino- who looked as if he was ready to fall asleep standing up.

“☁️.”

☁️ took a step back.. expecting the worst. “Y-yes?”

“Have you seen Smiley? It’s been hours since he’s came through here.”

Smiley was one of Hoshino’s goons who ☁️ saw regularly, and earlier today, ☁️ walked from the school to the bridge with him. ☁️ remembered waving goodbye before Smily walked deeper into the forested area. Ironically, Smiley wasn’t very amiable- or smiley. He was nice to ☁️, though, thus the two interacted often.

“Yes, but it’s been a while since he walked down that path. I haven’t seen him walk back.”

“Shit.” Hoshino muttered as he hurried past ☁️ across the bridge.

“Let me come with you. It’s getting dark.” ☁️ blurted out impulsively. Hoshino appeared confused, but nodded hesitantly in agreement.

The two walked side by side off of the dirt path and into the forest.

“Where are we going?” ☁️ asked, looking around.

“To where we.. scattered.. Sunghoon.”

☁️ exhaled.

“Sorry. How have you been holding up?”

Baffled, ☁️ looked over to Hoshino. “I’ve been okay. I have my thoughts, but I’m sure you have yours, too.”

Hoshino nodded.

“Can I ask you a question, though?” ☁️ continued.

Hoshino nodded again. The sky was fading into an orange hue as the two walked.

“What happened today? How’d you end up in police custody, and how’d you get out?”

“I don’t know who said what, but that crazy bitch Rika was how I got out. One of my guys caught her burning clothes and documents in this forest yesterday. She wasn’t burning evidence for me, though. She was doing it for herself. I don’t think she anticipated sparing me. I’m confused about it all myself. I don’t know what she’s doing- I don’t know anything. It’s really pissing me off.”

☁️ raised an eyebrow. Hoshino had eyes and ears everywhere, so to hear that he was clueless was scary in itself. ☁️ still didn’t understand how he ended up becoming accused, though. The two stopped upon seeing a body lying on the floor in the distance.

“That’s gotta be Smiley.” Hoshino ran over to the body with ☁️ close behind. “Shit, shit, shit. That’s him.”

☁️ leaned down to feel the boy’s pulse. Placing two fingers under his jawline, ☁️ felt Smiley’s cold skin touch his own.

“He’s dead, Hoshino. What happened?”

“It’s getting dark, I’ll take you home.”

-

“I really wish we met under better circumstances. I’m sorry for putting you through all this.” Hoshino shook his head, and then ran a hand through his fluffy black hair.

“Don’t worry about me. What happened to Smiley?”

“I think- no, I know it’s the old teacher. Everybody’s been saying that he’s been lurking in the woods since what happened last week. It only makes sense.”

“How’s that old man gonna take Smiley out, though? I thought you guys took care of him when you chased him.”

“The others beat him pretty bad. I didn’t think anything of it.. He’s unpredictable right now.”

“An old person said that there were ghosts in the area. Maybe that has some correlation?”

“You haven’t seen what’s under the bridge yet?”

With a head tilted to the side, ☁️ squinted.

“What do you mean?”

“Make sure you have no plans tomorrow. I’ll pick you up here.”

☁️ remained silent and nodded.

“Are you okay being here alone tonight? If you need me to, I can stay.” Avoiding eye contact, Hoshino gestured to ☁️’s home- which they stood right in front of. It was a tiny apartment complex ☁️ was renting out while attending school in the countryside.

“I have someone watching over me, so I’ll be okay. But.. are you gonna be okay? You don’t look good. At all.”

“It’s been a rough week... I never wanted any of this.”

“I know. But it’s still going to be here tomorrow. Go home and get some rest.”

Hoshino nodded. “Does twelve-thirty work?”

☁️ sighed and nodded.

“Have a goodnight.” Hoshino muttered before turning around and walking home in the darkness. ☁️ waited until Hoshino was out of sight to turn around.

Walking to the front door, ☁️ heard a familiar voice whisper out. Heeseung was nearby.

“☁️~”

☁️ carefully turned around and walked back over to the sidewalk, where Heeseung now stood.

“How do you know where I live?”

“I watch over you, remember?”

“Right.. what do you want?”

“I’m going to join you two tomorrow. Also, no more of this walking through the forest when it’s nighttime. Not with everything going on.”

☁️ nodded. “I’ll see you at twelve-thirty.”

“Who’s this?” Hoshino muttered, pointing to the tall boy waving from across the stream. Another boy accompanied him, though ☁️ very faintly recognized him.

“His name is Heeseung. I don’t know who the other guy is.”

“Why’s he wearing a school uniform on a Saturday?”

“I don’t know. It’s kinda his thing.”

The two approached Hoshino and ☁️ with flashy smiles.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Heeseung nodded to ☁️ and then looked at Hoshino. “This is my friend Jungwon. He’ll be joining us today.”

“Uh, I’m sorry?” Hoshino grimaced. “What do you mean “joining us?” Neither of you were invited.”

“Now, now. Let’s not get worked up. We’re all here for the same thing.” Jungwon spoke, rather irregularly. His tone was crisp and elegant, as if he wasn’t from this century. Unlike Heeseung, he wore normal clothing- a black hoodie and grey corduroy straight pants.

“What.. thing?” ☁️ asked, raising an eyebrow.

Heeseung gestured to Hoshino, who walked off of the bridge and down the tiny hill in which its side stood exposed- it was where ☁️ had left Sunghoon’s organs. The stream’s water continued its pace as ☁️ shuffled behind the others. ☁️’s stomach dropped upon seeing a skeletal structure growing from the stone abutment. Short pieces of skin draped off each bone and fluttered in the wind as if it were cloth. The body’s brain could be seen through the eye sockets, and the ribcage pierced through the heart. There were no legs, and the pelvis bones seemed to grow straight out of the stone structure. Whatever it was, it still had parts of organs and muscle along the body.

Feeling queasy, ☁️ sat on the ground and looked away.

“What the fuck is that.”

“The ghost everyone has been talking about.” Hoshino replied, sitting next down beside ‘em.

“This is where you left Sunghoon’s heart. Is it not?” Heeseung asked, looked down at ☁️.

“Yes… Is this him?” ☁️ asked, feeling even more sick.

“Somewhat. Do you know what he is?” Jungwon replied. Heeseung shot the boy beside him a concerned look.

“What do you mean?” Hoshino asked.

“It’s okay. I need to speak with Heeseung.” Jungwon replied, walking back up to the bridge’s path with Heeseung following behind him.

“How long have you known about this?” ☁️ looked over to Hoshino.

“A few days. I didn’t know it was of Sunghoon’s body parts, though. Only weird ass person would do some shit like this… I still think it’s that teacher.”

“If those two know about this, do you think they could help us figure out what happened to Smiley?” ☁️ whispered, pointing at the bridge above.

“They know. Heeseung.. brought Smiley back to life. I don’t know how, but that guy said he saved Smiley’s life the night that we found him. He’s recovering at home.”

“Oh, that’s great.” ☁️ sighed, relieved. Quickly glancing at the ghostly figure in front of the two, the student wrapped an arm around the knee. “Why are his organs in such good condition after a week? His heart is still.. beating. There’s no blood pumping through it.”

“I don’t know. This is really weird, though.”

Hoshino muttered before ☁️ nodded in agreement. “Let’s get outta here.”

Hoshino stood up first, him then helping ☁️ up. It was then that ☁️ noticed the scar along the side of Hoshino’s face- it stretched from his left ear to the end of his eyebrow. The two made their way to where Heeseung and Jungwon stood, them seemingly bickering.

“Everything okay?” Hoshino interrupted before they turned their attention to ☁️.

“Yes. That’s all I’ve needed. I’ll see you two in class.” Jungwon nodded to Hoshino and ☁️, and then turned around after glancing at Heeseung.

“Ready to head home?” Heeseung smiled, motioning ☁️ forward.

“Actually, I was going to take ☁️ home.” Hoshino responded, looking from ☁️ to Heeseung.

“There’s no need if I’m around. We should get going. It’s not safe around here-“ Heeseung took a step forward and lightly grasped ☁️’s arm, leading the student away from Hoshino. ☁️ turned around to face the boy.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” ☁️ called out, attempting a smile before practically being dragged by Heeseung.

“Yeah. Right.” ☁️ heard Hoshino mutter.

“I didn’t know that you were off of the market.” Hoshino teased after catching up to ☁️. The two walked to school under the trees’ pink archway- them only four or five blocks away.

“What do you mean?” ☁️ responded, half surprised to see the boy next to him.

“Heeseung… You know, you could’ve just told me.”

“We’re not dating.”

“Does he know that?”

“I think so.”

The walk was quiet for a minute before Hoshino cleared his throat.

“So..” He began. “I told you that I owe you for what happened. You need anything?”

☁️ sighed. “I.. don’t need anything. But, I do think it’s a good idea for you to lay low for a while.”

“Right...”

“As in keep to yourself. Don’t talk to teachers or other students. And don’t pick on other people.”

“I don’t pick on other people.”

☁️ looked over at Hoshino with rolled eyes.

“I just need to keep everyone in line.”

“Just a suggestion.”

“And I’ll take your suggestion seriously.”

☁️ looked over to Hoshino again.

“I never see you talk to anybody like this. Not even your goons..”

“And you’re going to ask why I’m talking to you, right?”

☁️ nodded.

“Well, I’m not sure. You have such a genuineness to you. You’re always so.. calm and composed and grounded. It’s intriguing.”

Unsure of the compliment, ☁️ nodded.

“You probably just haven’t spent much time around me, in honesty.”

“Well, I’ve been trying. Your friends seem to plot against me, though.”

☁️ nodded again, seeming to grasp what Hoshino was trying to say.

“I don’t need more rumors, so I’ll see you later.” Hoshino whispered, him then walking away from ☁️ as the two approached the campus.

☁️ walked into the building to find there wasn’t much traffic in the hallways. Checking the time, the student had a few seconds to get to class.

“Shit.”

-

The teacher walked into the classroom later than she usually had- a few minutes after the bell had rung. ☁️ slouched against the wall, awaiting her usual spiel. As she opened her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by the sliding door’s abrupt opening. Jungwon walked in with straight shoulders and a pair of clear-framed glasses. He turned his attention to ☁️, and then to the teacher as he ran a hand through his straight, black hair.

“Hello, I believe my schedule has been changed.”

“Oh right, please come and introduce yourself.”

“Hello, everyone. I’m Jungwon. I just moved here earlier this week.” Jungwon’s voice was much more bubbly than ☁️ remembered.

“Very nice to have you join us. You can choose any seat that isn’t currently taken.” The teacher responded, with an obvious uninterested tone.

Jungwon scanned the room, eventually locking eyes with ☁️. He walked over to the empty seat beside ☁️, the one Sunghoon used to sit in, and gently placed himself in it. The teacher opened her mouth to speak again, but the sliding door slammed open once more. This time, Sunghoon walked in. He looked as he usually did- black hair neat while still swaying as he moved, shoulders straight, and skin fair and flawless. The only difference were the sunglasses he wore on the tip of his nose. Upon his entrance, the entirety of the class had a reaction.

“Su-Sunghoon?” The teacher asked after freezing in place. She shook slightly, eyes locked on the boy before falling to the ground. ☁️ gasped and held a hand over the mouth at the sight of him. A student in the back of the classroom threw up beside their desk. It seemed everyone else was wide-eyed or frozen in place. Sunghoon smiled at the students’ response and approached Jungwon.

“I’d like my seat back.” Sunghoon teased, his eyes (despite them being blocking by the sunglasses) seeming to pierce through Jungwon.

“This one’s taken. There’s another over there.” Jungwon replied with a far different tone, his eyes not leaving Sunghoon’s.

“Then why don’t you go sit in it?” Sunghoon instructed, gripping Jungwon’s shoulder as he spoke. Jungwon smiled- probably out of anger, and nodded slowly while pursing his lips. He reluctantly stood up and threw his bag around his shoulder, walking to the other side of the classroom and sitting in an empty seat. The class then sat in silence, aside from the one student who began crying softly as the teacher remained on the ground.

-

Sitting across from Sunghoon and beside Jungwon, ☁️‘s stomach was left in the first classroom. The cafeteria wasn’t nearly as loud as it would be any other day, and ☁️ couldn’t eat anything. ☁️ also couldn’t tell if Sunghoon was staring at ‘em, or if it was just the sunglasses. Eventually, Sunghoon broke silence between the three.

“So, ☁️.”

☁️ froze, slowly raising his gaze from the table to Sunghoon’s face.

“I heard that the old archery teacher was still stalking students on campus. Is that true?”

A lump in ☁️’s throat, the student struggled to get words out. “I’m not sure..”

“So he hasn’t overstepped his bounds with you?”

“I haven’t actually seen him.. I’m not sure if that rumor is true.”

Sunghoon nodded after licking his lips.

“So, Jungwon.” He continued, though his next words were nothing less than pure audacity and snide. “What’re you doing here?”

Jungwon slammed his fists onto the table and slowly looked at Sunghoon.

“Well, you see. There’s this thing that continuously causes problems in this specific area. I have to make sure that every problem is resolved before I can finally get rid of that thing. Sound familiar?”

“I truly wish you the best of luck with that. You’ll really need it.”

If ☁️ didn’t know any better, ☁️ would say that they were threatening each other. Deciding it was best not to get involved, the student remained silent for the rest of the period.

As the three stood from their table upon hearing their bell, Sunghoon motioned ☁️ to follow him.

“I have to pay someone another visit.”

Despite wanting to say no, and wanting to stay away from the dead boy standing in front of him, ☁️ was too scared to oppose.

The two walked side by side away from the crowd of other students, down a separate hallway and then up a staircase. Eventually, Sunghoon and ☁️ stood outside of a classroom. After knocking lightly, Sunghoon swung the door open. The lights were off and a small lamp on the teacher’s desk was on, illuminating a corner of the dim room. ☁️ recognized the young teacher- though today, he had bandages wrapped around his neck and arms. The sleeves of his white button up were rolled up above his elbows, displaying the white wraps. He seemed to be talking to another woman, presumably another teacher.

“Could you excuse us, please?” Sunghoon asked, stepping inside of the room.

“Oh, h-hello.”

“Do you have a moment?”

“Sure..” The two teachers glanced at each other, the man clearing his throat shortly after. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind conversing in front of another teacher, right?”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “I do mind. We need to speak in private, Mr. Achigai.”

Exhaling, Mr. Achigai pursued his lips and nodded, signaling the woman to leave the room.

“☁️, why don’t you keep her some company?” Sunghoon looked over his shoulder, his eyes directing ☁️ out of the room as well. The student nodded and stepped out after the teacher, sliding the door shut. ☁️ eventually turned to the woman- who seemed to be middle aged. The two looked at each other for a few seconds before the woman cleared her throat.

“Have you heard the rumors surrounding that boy in there? About why he was missing?” She whispered, it almost sounding like a croak. ☁️ nodded.

“A boy doesn’t just come back to life after getting killed. You should be really careful around him.”

☁️ grimaced at her words, whispering back, “How do you know that he died?”

“When the kids talk, the staff hears about it. An accidental death in the gym isn’t something that can be covered up.”

☁️ took a few second to ponder. “If you knew about it, why hasn’t anybody reported it?”

The woman looked around. “It isn’t in our authority. We can’t just accuse an entire class, and with no evidence but what others are saying.” She paused, looking at the closed door beside the two of them. “We got lucky when someone was able to get the ringleader “arrested,” but something weird happened.”

“It was a lack of evidence, right?” ☁️ interrupted.

“Well, technically. Mr. Achigai knew a student stole some personal documents from him a week or two ago. He thinks that this student was trying to plant evidence on that ringleader, which led to the arrest.”

“And did he mention who did this to him..” Pointing to the neck and arms, ☁️ awaited a response.

“I’m sorry, it’d be inappropriate for me to name names.. but-“

“Rika, right?”

The teacher looked around and shook her head. “I’ve already told you too much.. and you’re a student. Our classes are coming back soon and I need to-”

“Wait, wait.” Holding a hand up to stop the teacher from leaving, ☁️ continued. “Rika was caught burning paper and clothes in the woods. She was trying to remove herself from the situation she was put in, but saved the ringleader in the process.”

“What situation?”

The door was abruptly swung open, and Sunghoon gazed expectantly at ☁️ and the teacher.

“Excuse the intrusion.” Sunghoon said as he faced the woman. The woman nodded, stepping aside to let Sunghoon walk out of the classroom. ☁️ turned around to see Mr. Achigai leaning against his desk, arms folded. Sunghoon motioned ☁️ to walk beside him as the woman slipped back into the classroom. As she did, her eyes met ☁️'s in a silent exchange, the two conveying a message to the other: "Use this information wisely." ☁️ caught up to Sunghoon as a bell rung.

“What did you and Mr…”

“Achigai.”

“..Mr. Achigai talk about?” ☁️ looked up at Sunghoon as students began walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. The crowd split into two as they passed ☁️ and Sunghoon, the two receiving nervous glances as they moved.

“I asked him if he knew the whereabouts of the archery teacher. I also asked if he was aware of what he was doing.”

“What’s he doing?”

Sunghoon didn’t answer until they reached the stairwell, and all of the children had passed.

“Killing students in the forest. Collecting body parts. Following me wherever I go.”

“Hoshino was right, then.”

“Speaking of. What’s your relationship with him? Seems you two have gotten awfully close.” Sunghoon looked over at ☁️ with an expressionless glare.

“I wouldn’t consider him a friend.. more of an acquaintance. Seems I’m on his good side.”

“Yeah, well. He’s not on mine.” Sunghoon mumbled as he began descending the stairs.

“Hey, Sunghoon.” ☁️ called out, making the boy stop in his tracks. He turned around, and locked eyes with ☁️. “Are we going to talk about.. you. And why you’re here?”

“I’m a gift, and you’re luck enough to have received me twice. Lucky you!” Sunghoon laughed manically as he began walking into the hallway. ☁️ flew down the steps and jogged to catch up to him, but he was nowhere to be found.

-

“Sunghoon!”

☁️ lightly jogged to catch Sunghoon down the school’s stone driveway. The boy looked over his shoulder and began walking a bit slower, allowing ☁️ to catch up.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you since you disappeared.”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot that I agreed to meet someone around that time.”

☁️ nodded.

“Ready to talk now?” Sunghoon turned his head to face ☁️, an eyebrow raised.

“Mhm.”

Stepping onto pink petals scattered across the stone beneath them, Sunghoon and ☁️ entered the cherry blossom archway- reviving their daily routine.

“Last week, Rika told us that she was following us home. The wind blew one of the bows in her hair over to our direction, and I picked it up before she could retrieve it. Later that week, I left the bow in Mr. Achigai’s room so that he suspected her of stealing from him. From what we’ve both gathered, my plan was successful. Only one person wears those bows daily, so I knew that Mr. Achigai would figure it out. I told Rika to plant the documents on Hoshino somehow, and I’m sure she would have if I didn’t get impaled by arrows. From what you’ve told me, I think she got scared, and decided to discard everything.”

“I didn’t tell you that..” ☁️ faltered.

“I’ll get to that. But last week, on my phone, I had a message to the local authorities scheduled to be sent. It was targeting Hoshino, and with the planted evidence, and the information I was providing them, he would’ve been taken care of. He’d be in despair instead of having his blood shed.”

“That’s.. a lot.”

“I thought you’d be proud of me for doing such an ethical thing.”

“I am.. but can you get to how you’re here right now?” ☁️ huffed, still curious and confused.

“All that glitters is not gold, but perhaps it’s diamond. Think of me as the diamond.“

“I’m.. still not following.”

“I won’t say anything more, but I will say that I heard everything. When I was gone and you stood on the bridge. I heard it all. That’s the only reason I can actually relay this information to you.”

“So that ghost skeleton was actually you?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t have ears when I spoke, though. And I’m still confused.”

“You’re going to be, and that’s okay. I’m back now. That’s all you have to worry about.”

The two remained silent for a moment.

“Oh, I recall hearing that you’ve met Heeseung and Jungwon, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, you’re not allowed to be near them anymore. No matter the situation.”

☁️ stopped walking with furrowed eyebrows. “What? Why?”

“They’re not normal, and they’re not friendly.” Sunghoon explained, stopping as well.

“Heeseung said he watched over me while you were gone. How’s that not friendly?”

“He only did so because you didn’t pay him mind. Also because he knew I was coming back, and if anything happened to you, then there’d be a lot for him to clean up. Jungwon isn’t friendly, no matter how bubbly his voice or how much he smiles.”

☁️ nodded, and the two continued their stroll.

“So you three know each other? Where from?”

“We’re pretty much brothers. Not literally but figuratively and.. biologically.”

“I think that statement is a bit conflicting..” ☁️ mumbled.

“All you have to know is that they’re not nice. They’re biologically not capable of sympathy or compassion. You cannot be near them.”

“So are you capable of that?”

“I’m not sure.”

“So why can I be near you and not them?”

“Because you’re apart of my purpose, now. I moved here to see what would happen. And then I met you.”

“Oh..” ☁️ sighed with rolled eyes. The two began walking again. “.. And why am I apart of your purpose?”

“Well, you’re the first person who hasn’t fallen for me upon my pursuit. You can’t be manipulated or forced to do anything you don’t want to. It’s intriguing. And I want to know why.”

“That’s how it normally goes.. you can’t force-“

“That’s not what I mean. It’s okay, you won’t understand. You’ll know one day. Or you won’t.”

The two remained silent again as ☁️’s turn came about, causing the duo to slow down to a halt. The student turned to face Sunghoon, but heard the nearby bushes rustling. Noticing ☁️’s change in gaze, Sunghoon quickly turned around and scanned the area.

“I’m taking you home.”

-

“I’m also spending the night.”

“Who said you could?”

“I have a stalker now. That means you have a stalker, too. It’ll be taken care of soon, though.”

“The way you talk is so insane.. and scary.”

With pajamas on, ☁️ walked over from the bathroom to the bed and sat down. Sunghoon pulled the curtains shut as the sky became darker.

“I’m simply being honest. It’s not like anything would happen to you, though.” Sunghoon stated, pointing to himself as a way to say “I’m right here!”

“Right..” ☁️ nodded. “I have a couch you can sleep on. I’ll give you one of my pillows and blankets, too.”

“I’ll take the bed, actually.”

“Um.. no? Go over to the living room. I’ll bring the stuff out.”

“Either I sleep in the bed or we both sleep in the bed.”

☁️ stared at Sunghoon, who was unwaveringly dead set on sleeping on the bed. Sunghoon walked over to where ☁️ sat and crossed his arms.

“Fine dead boy, it’s all yours.”

“The point was to get you to lay down with me.”

Grabbing a blanket and pillow from the bed, ☁️ walked past Sunghoon.

“I know. Have a good night.”

BONUS:

☁️ awoke to being lifted from the couch bridal style. With the blanket still wrapped around ‘em, ☁️ rubbed the eyes and opened them to see Sunghoon.

“What’re you doing?” ☁️ mumbled.

“Taking you to your bed.” Sunghoon whispered back as he softly laid ☁️ onto the bed and draped the covers over ‘em. “Goodnight.”

a/n: 2 months late don’t kill me pls :,)

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[vampykween]

remind me

because @tomiesdiet is the little angst devil on my shoulder hehe

simon ghost riley x reader

“how am i supposed to live without you? i- i don’t think i can do this…” your sobs cut your words short and you try to speak again but the lump in your throat is slowly suffocating you.

the smell of alcohol and harsh chemicals infiltrate your nose and nauseate you. you’ve always hated the smell of hospitals. always so sterile and lifeless, which you guess is fitting.

you stare out the small window to the room and ponder about the people steadily walking past. could they see in your eyes that very soon your life was going to end? your reason for living would soon cease to exist. or was this just another meaningless day? while your entire world has halted and been spun wildly, there are people experiencing the best days of their lives.

you desperately wish simon could respond to you, squeeze your hand back, smooth your hair and kiss your head like he always does - or how he always did. you were sure you’d never get used to speaking of him in past tense. there was no manual for how to live after simon.

suddenly the room begins to spin and you feel like you’re watching a scene from a tv show as the nurses tell you to say your last goodbye. your stomach clenches so painfully you’re sure you’re going to vomit everywhere. you want to scream at them to stop, to shake them and tell them to save him, but there wasn’t anything they could do that’s what they told you.

-

the drive home feels endless and with all the tears clouding your vision it’s a wonder you make it back safely. simon would get onto you if he knew you were driving so carelessly. except no he wouldn’t. he’s dead. you remind yourself of that. simon riley is dead, gone, no longer living. that was fact.

you’re not sure what to do with yourself as you wander aimlessly throughout the house. every room feels so lifeless now, there’s no sound of a football game on and even though everything looks the same way you left it, it feels emptier.

something bright pink catches the corner of your eye and it’s like there’s a lead weight crushing your lungs. you slowly walk over and pluck the note off the counter ‘don’t forget your lunch. love you xx’ you always had a bad habit of that and simon loved leaving you little reminder notes from time to time. you normally keep them in your nightstand drawer to read when he’s away but now you’re not sure if you’ll ever have the heart to look at them again.

the notes crumples in your hand as you fall to your knees and let out a visceral scream. the force of your cries wracking your body and leave you heaving and shaking. simon riley was gone and all those notes were all you had left of him.

[minced-mangoes]

I don't care what you think Lucifer is a bottom in my heart no I won't explain it just feels right. This is just a random headcanon to start this post.

Lucifer isn't super cuddly, but he does quite enjoy letting you snuggle up to his wings. Especially at night when you're asleep in bed, Lucifer will lay a wing over you, just so he knows you're still there. That you're safe and warm.

He takes pride in it, that he's protecting you, that no one would dare lay a hand on you with him there, shielding you, even at their most vulnerable point of sleep.

Also I personally think Lucifer sleeps on his stomach. It started as an angel, three wings makes it hard to lay on your back, and now that he's missing a pair of wings (and is probably severely scarred in that area) sleeping on his stomach is much more comfortable. The pain of the scars, plus waking up with his wings slept on weirdly, just isn't nice.

Of course if he isn't in his demon form, the wing thing is null, but I think the pain in his back just keeps him on his side or stomach. If he isn't in demon form when sleeping next to you, he will wrap an arm around you. Still taking comfort in knowing you're there with him. Of course this makes waking up in the night a bit difficult, as you don't want to wake this poor overworked man at 3 in the morning so you can go use the washroom, but he won't hold it against you if you do.

Now, if you get up to eat he'll be a bit upset. "Why didn't you eat enough at dinner? That isn't healthy. Living with Beel should have taught you to know not to skip meals." Of course all his nagging is from a warm part of his heart. He just wants the best for you. His idea of what's right with you, and what is actually right for you might be a bit different, however.

Tell him that. He feels proud when you stand up to him. Of course his human, the one he chose to make a pact with, out of the many who have begged him, would be bold, and tell him off when he's wrong.

~~~ Hee-hee hoo-hoo thanks for reading,,, as always I encourage interaction, especially asks. I will dump my headcanons on you. I also accept oneshot requests, though those take me a while to write, as I'm a slow writer. ( I started drafting this post on the 12th)

Funny note, at first I was scared of Lucifer, then I disliked him, then I realized he was actually pathetic and suddenly became a big fan.

Tomi Out!

[portgasdwrld]

Hello! For the event, I'd like to ask for Law with a female reader and the prompt "I'm the luckiest person". Just, it's reader saying that to Law and his reaction, probably saying the same thing back to her later?

↻ HELLO, I'm sorry for taking so long! Hopefully you will like it.

I’m finally starting my 500 followers event before I hit 1k LMAO

☆ Lucky w. Law

You watch your boyfriend whose focus is deep in his books. You admire his determination and dedication to his dreams and his self. Unconsciously, you find yourself smiling softly at him with eyes full of love. His fluffy dark hair who is now quite messy from him passing his fingers through it, his eyes reading the pages in front of him, his tattooed fingers playing with his pen; why was even the most effortless behaviour done by him, evoking this feeling of warmth in your heart?

Was it because he’s able to give you this tranquility you needed and this love which was never too demanding or complicated, for most times? You aren’t too sure, but you felt overly very satisfied and almost lucky to have met him. You felt lucky to have his love.

He must have felt you staring because you notice his eyes looking quickly at your direction. He focuses right back into his things, but you see the way his lips curve into a smirk.

“What so funny” , you ask with every intention to disturb his studying. You smile wildly as Law turns his body slightly toward you and drop his pen down.

“Why are you staring at me for so long ?” He asks with the same smirk you love so much.

“You are too handsomeeee, how can I not stare”

You teasingly say as you stand up and walk to him. To that he just rolls his eyes , but still, there is a light blush on his cheeks.

“But honestly…”, you start as you stop in front of him and sit down on his lap. He’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you more into him.

“I feel like I’m the luckiest person” Law cocks an eyebrow at your statement a little confused. He doesn’t say anything, his eyes tell you enough to get that he doesn’t understand.

You chuckle as you peck his cheek. “I don’t know, I just feel so lucky to have you in my life. To have you by my side and be able to share this comfortable love with you.”

Law furrows his eyebrows for a second and nods without saying anything. You are someone who brought a lot of good into his life. With everything he lived younger and in the past, life does get hard when he finds himself locked up in his thoughts. On the other side, ever since you came into his life, he has someone who to talk with and trust on more serious matters. He has someone with who he can be himself and be vulnerable which is very unlike him. But somewhat with you, that seems easier and it comes naturally. So wasn’t he the one lucky to have you in his life ?

You watch him think about your words and as the man he is with little words, he leaves a quick peck on your cheek.

“Thank you…for being in my life too” ♡

[actuallysaiyan]

Pictures Of You(Chapter One: The Mystery Begins)

warnings: mentions of death, murder, gore, Tomie(she's a warning all herself), crossover, trauma pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Gojo Satoru summary: Years after you tried your best to push the murder of your classmate out of your mind, one photo brings the memories come rushing back. You, Nanami and Gojo are tasked with going out to investigate.

MASTERLIST

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@erebus-et-eigengrau

The nightmares never stopped. You would see that haunting face every night. It’s actually what triggered your cursed technique from emerging. Her face was always haunting you.

You remember how things escalated ever since you first met. She made you feel wary from the first time; butterflies in your stomach that fluttered endlessly. It soon turned sour when you realized you had become jealous of her. Tomie and her beauty. Tomie and her charm. Tomie and her wit.

You found yourself growing even angrier when she mocked you and said you weren’t worth being friends with. She would hang out with a string of boys from your school, and yet none of them were worthy of her affection either.

The thing that made your cursed technique emerge was the day that she was tormenting you and another boy from your class. He was so in love with her, and you were trying to convince him to stop pursuing her. Though he wouldn’t listen to you, something else happened right before your very eyes.

Your classmate pulled a knife on Tomie, stabbing her multiple times and causing her blood to splash and splatter everywhere. It hit you in the face, making you shudder and drop to your knees. Then the boy turned to you, threatening you with the very same knife he used to murder Tomie.

The minute he came closer to you, you watched in horror as a giant rose grew and swallowed him whole. The rose exploded in a mess of petals and then everything went black.

The stress from the event caused you to black out. From that moment on, you were pulled from your high school. You were brought to see so many doctors, none of them able to explain what happened to you. Many of them had said you were hallucinating from sheer stress and fear and the boy had just run away.

They deemed you insane and unfit to return to school. Your parents worried you’d never get a good education. Then a man came to visit you in the hospital. Masamichi Yaga had come to you because he had heard about the incident. Days would go by without seeing him again, and when he finally returned, he had invited you to come to the school with him.

Despite no other sorcerers being in your lineage, you were a Jujutsu Sorcerer. Your cursed technique, Swallowing Rose, had just been suppressed for a long time. With no one to teach you about your powers, you never knew to use them. But the minute your life was on the line, that’s when it finally burst out. The rose had come out and done exactly as its name implied.

You weren’t well when you arrived at Jujutsu Tech, and in fact, you needed more extensive therapy. With the years gone by, you eventually found yourself able to comfortably forget about Tomie. It was so far in the recesses of your mind, you just found yourself never thinking about the girl or the incident ever again…

Until today.

In front of you on the desk was a manilla envelope. It was the details for your next mission. You knew it was something you’d be going out of town for. You had been told it was going to be a long mission, and it would take multiple sorcerers to deal with this curse.

A small town by the sea was being tormented by a special grade curse, and of course they had to send only the best of the best. You, Nanami and Gojo had been selected to investigate what was going on. You were just opening up the envelope when the two men in question entered your office. Gojo is, of course, talking Nanami’s ear off. Nanami looks at you, almost as if to beg for help from the man who’s annoying him.

“Are you both here to look over the details for this mission?” You ask, cutting off Gojo’s reply to Nanami’s grunts of annoyance.

“We are! I’m so excited to go on this mission with you and Nanamin!”Gojo coos playfully before he sits on your desk.

You pull the contents of the envelope out and place them on your desk. Your heart skips a beat when the image in front of you begins to pull awful memories from your mind. You blink a few times, unsure if you’re going to faint or if you’re going to vomit. Nanami steps closer, making sure you’re alright.

“What is it?” He asks you, but when he glances at the picture on your desk, he realizes what’s going on.

The reports said that she was a dangerous curse. A special grade curse. One look at her and it would drive the person into madness. Falling in love with her until you cannot take it anymore. Most people who have encountered Tomie have taken their own lives in a fit of rage after murdering the curse…proceed with caution.

“That’s her, isn’t it? The one from when you were a high school student?” Nanami inquires, but he knows the answer.

“Y-yeah it is.”

He notices the way your face has gone all pale. You look like you’re going to be sick. This mission wasn’t any ordinary mission; it was a mission that required two Grade One sorcerers and one Special Grade. You’ve never been on a mission quite like this one.

All three of you were going to have to track down this special grade curse. A curse so beautiful and so angelic, she turns people into murdering maniacs. Only a few have survived after seeing her face to face. 

“I don’t think she’s that pretty,” Gojo says with a smirk. He throws a picture of Tomie onto your desk.

Nanami studies it closely, “Maybe not in this photo, but I’ve been told she might be a shapeshifting curse.”

You look at the picture, seeing just how distorted it looks. You feel shivers run down your spine as you recognize the face. It’s Tomie, alright. You’ve seen her before. You, one of the only survivors of witnessing this curse, is about to pick up the pieces again. And it all starts with a distorted photograph of the two-faced girl who bullied you in high school.

“She is something else. Something incomprehensible. She’ll rip you to shreds without a second thought,” you explain, your hands shaking again.

Nanami gets up, heading over to the little coffee station you have in your office. He begins brewing some tea for all three of you. Gojo continues to look at the picture. Meanwhile you read over the details of the mission. Seems like she’s been appearing in all kinds of places all over Japan. It doesn’t surprise you at all. 

Despite watching your classmate kill her, you always thought something was odd with the way her corpse had looked. It almost seemed to be twitching with life, despite the fact that he had stabbed her so many times. And when he turned to face you and threatened you with that same knife, you swore you must have heard her voice whispering in your ear.

But it was a bit more of a faded memory now. You couldn’t quite recall all the details. You’re pulled from your thoughts when Nanami places a mug of hot tea in front of you. He gives one to Gojo as well, who smiles playfully.

“This must be hard for you to accept such a mission,” Nanami speaks. “She’s not going to be an easy curse to dispatch.”

You shake your head, “I’m more than ready to put all of this behind me. If we all work together, we can get rid of her for good. You have no idea what she has done to me…and what she might have done to others.”

Gojo looks at the details of the mission. Your first stop would be a small town by the sea. Stories of a woman emerging from the water and luring small children to her had been the words that filled the first page of the report. The other pages were filled with other stories: Tomie murdered and turned into seishu and sold on the black market, Tomie seen dating a top model only for him to disappear into the shadows, Tomie being adopted by a elderly couple only for her to have mysteriously disappeared.

“I think we’ve got a lot on our hands,” Nanami finally pipes up. He sips on his tea and looks at you, “Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle this?”

You nod your head as you finish off your tea. “I’m ready for this. I want to finally end this.”

Gojo smirks, “That’s my girl!” A tinge of jealousy strikes Nanami, but he dismisses it quickly.

You look down at the picture again. You knew this wasn’t going to be an easy task by any means. But if it meant you’d get to live your life normally and put this all behind you, you were ready to finish this once and for all.

[theres-a-body-here]

The Hillbilly with Tomie!reader

The Entity snatches up a new, manipulative survivor.

Infatuated with you at first sight

Even if you were kinda.....mean

You reminded him of his parents

You mocked and hit him for messing things up

Yet there was something that made him drawn to you

Like looking at a spiral

He couldn't look away

He remembers the first time he met you

You weren't afraid of him

You actually seemed pretty disinterested

In fact, you seemed bored with your current predicament

He found you during the trial, sitting on one of the tables at the Gideon Meat Plant

Your attention was fixed upon your nails, inspecting them with an air of nonchalance that belied the gravity of the situation. Despite having been abruptly ensnared by the Entity and thrust into a trial, an eerie calm seemed to radiate from you. You were downright unbothered. The Hillbilly's features twisted in a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity. He couldn't help but study you intently, struggling to understand the situation.

Max found himself utterly baffled by your apparent lack of the expected fear or panic that most survivors displayed upon finding themselves within the Entity's realm. In his mind, you should have been fleeing in terror like all the others. Intrigued, he cautiously closed the distance between you. Your gaze lifted from your nails, meeting his, and your expression shifted from one of nonchalance to annoyance in an instant.

"Hey," you addressed him, your voice tinged with frustration, "you mind telling me where the fuck I am?"

Max remained unable to provide any verbal response. Instead, a low, rumbling growl rumbled from deep within his throat, an attempt at communication.

A dismissive roll of your eyes accompanied your exasperated sigh. "Fantastic, stuck with a complete moron," you muttered under your breath, a hint of sarcasm dripping from your words like venom.

"Do me a favor and find someone around here who's not braindead, would you?" With a casual wave of your hand, you shooed Max away, clearly unimpressed by his lack of voice.

Max, however, wasn't oblivious to your condescending tone and gestures. A flicker of anger danced across his features, his frustration intensifying. Determinedly, he marched closer, his grip on his hammer tightening. The swell of his temper led him to raise the hammer threateningly, as if to strike you in response to your disrespect.

Your gaze abruptly snapped to Max, a sudden shift from annoyance to an intense, frigid stare. It was a gaze that bore into him, piercing and cold, cutting through the air like ice. "Huh?" you spoke, the detachment in your tone sending shivers down his spine, "You're actually considering hitting me? Well, go ahead then. Let's see what happens." Your voice, devoid of emotion, carried an eerie weight, the threat implicit in your words hitting Max like a jolt.

Max's reaction was immediate, but not in the way he might have anticipated. Your cold and unflinching demeanor struck a nerve deep within him, evoking memories of his parents and their harsh, berating ways. A wave of unease and vulnerability washed over him, leaving him momentarily paralyzed by the unexpected flood of emotions.

His grip on the hammer wavered, and then, as if weighed down by the weight of those memories, the tool slipped from his grasp and thudded onto the ground. An uneasy silence enveloped the space around you both, an unspoken exchange passing between your cold, unflinching gaze and his unsettled and conflicted expression.

Ever since that trial, he's been following you around

Almost like a lost puppy

He took you to his realm almost immediately

He wants you close all the time

You always come visit when you're both free from trials

You're even nice to him

Sometimes

The switch in personalities is so abrupt and drastic that Max sometimes wonders if he's next to a completely different person

He doesn't look too much into it

He loves it when you tell him to bring you something. He always does it quickly

He knows what he gets if he gets your things fast enough

"Oohh, you're such a good boy"

You pat his head

Max feels like he's in heaven

In trials, he downright refuses to hurt you. Even if he's sacrificed no one else

He worships the ground you walk on

Brings you charms from other survivors he kills in trials

"What the hell is this? It isn't even designer"

He whimpers and looks heartbroken when you don't like his gifts

You sigh and roll your eyes

"But I guess I can pull it off"

He instantly brightens up and pulls you in for a bear hug

"H-hey no touching!"

He doesn't hear you and sways you around a little as he nuzzles into your neck

"Whatever. Just don't dirty my clothes"

Maybe having a dog isn't so bad

[tomiexkawakami]

𝑲𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑨

𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛(𝚔𝚗𝚢) 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

第一章 : 終わりの始まり

モンスターであることの何がそんなに貴重なのでしょうか？

It was a lovely night,

The Moon was nothing but a beautiful sight to see, one might say... but unfortunately, what lurks at night is not so beautiful.

Except from one, that is.

"What a lovely night, seems like they aren'tany slayers in the area... so i might aswell enjoy myself" none other then (name) said in a honey sweet tone, no wonder even animals listen to her talk, yet they don't even know what she is saying... but her just speaking can be classified as a lullaby, sweet, gentle...

Luckily, they were no slayers in the area, infact no one was in the area, everyone was in their homes, sleeping peacefully until dawn arrives... but unfortunately, for them, if a demon arrives they never get to see the sun again.

Humming a tune of a lullaby, (name) takes a walk around the village, she loves the vibe it gives off, it was always calm and just right for her to talk a walk. She was wondering if she will live through the taisho era, just like the other ones... but ever since the man with earrings showed up, demon slayers are becoming stronger... she will never forget the words the man told her after he nearly killed her elder brother.

-

"We will meet again, I might keep you waiting, but this conversation will continue at this very village, Kibutsuji (name)"

-

The Demoness knew that he was killed by uppermoon 1 many moon's ago and yet, every night she wasn't busy, she would go to the village and stay the exact same spot they had met.She never really thought about it... but had a feeling that this generation was going to be different...

This time, her gut Feeling was correct.

[solangelotus]

she's thunderstorms

luke castellan x reader (MDNI!)

and sit a little closer

summary: expressing your frustrations to silena and clarisse after a fling leads someone to your bed

word count: 4k

warnings: zeus!reader, implied smut with a different character, making out scene, clarisse x silena, plus size reader, teensy bit of angst from loser luke

author’s note: we’re back! this is a prequel post to my original post here <3 if you take a peek at the masterlist, it will have a list of parts and when everything should be published!

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

masterlist | series masterlist

skipping stones across the camp lake wasn’t how you imagined spending your friday evening. your stomach growls but it’s dull compared to the empty ache that fills your chest.

“why are you here alone?” you hear someone question. the voice was light, full of warmth, and melodic, and all signs pointed to it belonging to your best friend, silena beauregard. her rosy, cherub cheeks widen with a smile as you turn to look at her. her hand is enveloped by her girlfriend, clarisse la rue. you give them a half-hearted smile, and sit down on the edge of the dock, waiting for them to join them. “you skipped dinner. luke figured we would find you here.”

“i’m shocked he didn’t come with the both of you.”

“so, why are you out here alone?” clarisse questions, grabbing a stone from your hand and throwing it into the water. you give her an exasperated look and she grins in a way you can only describe as shit-eating. she always steals your rocks from you and purposefully fails at skipping them.

you look at them, their joined hands, and think of all their sneaked touches. of their love that everyone can see. it’s something that isn’t for you, something just as forbidden as your existence. you shrug and break your silence, “bad hookup.”

“again? seriously? you should really let me pick them out.”

“silena!” you scold, “the sex wasn’t the worst i have ever had. i just don’t want a relationship, and i thought i made that clear. that’s why i’m upset.”

“yeah, yeah,” she lets go of her girlfriend’s hand to wave you off. clarisse grabs her hand and pulls it down in between them. the daughter of aphrodite is always nothing but supportive, however, she does fail to understand your motivations. her whole existence is based on love, she was created out of the purest love and is full of it. she is full of beauty and often misses out on understanding that the less beautiful parts of life, like how intimacy without love, can be just as wonderful.

“lena, don’t be mean.”

“i’m not! i just don’t understand not wanting romance.”

“it was sherman yang,” you confess and stand to your feet. they both look horrified as you slowly walk backward from them, but you’re not sure you can blame them.

“my brother?!”

“sorry, clarisse,” you laugh and turn to go towards the campfire. you enjoyed your alone time, but you knew the two girls would enjoy it far more together on the dock. “i’ll see you both at the campfire?”

clarisse still looks as though she’s processing the information you dumped on her, meanwhile, silena bites her lip to hide a sheepish grin. “i think we might stay here for a bit.”

“i figured as much,” you say with a wink. clarisse wraps her arm around her girlfriend and leans in closer, but you begin your walk towards the campfire. voices bounce around the woods when you near it, and a grin plays at your lips as you see the campers dancing around and belting at the top of their lungs.

chris drones on about something clarisse did to him during combat lessons as luke stares at the tree line. your two friends went to talk to you, but deep down he hopes you will come join him at the fire. an uneaten s’more rests on a napkin in his hand. just as he decides that he could take it to your cabin later, he notices an outline at the base of the forest. chris punches his arm hard enough to throw the dessert from his palm to the dirt. “dude, you’re not even listening.”

“sorry,” luke mutters and rubs his arm. chris’s eyes search for what his brother had been staring at and when they land on you, he almost feels bad for the sweet food now on the ground. almost.

“i heard something about y/n today.”

“what?!”

“sherman was going on and on about how they hooked up and how he’s in love with them. it was annoying,” chris explains and luke’s sure he misheard. that or he was about to lose his own eaten s’more to the dirt in front of him too. “i just know you like them so i wanted you to hear about it.”

“i do not!”

“yes, you do.”

“no way,” luke tries to convince his brother but it’s a lost cause. chris knows all about the feelings he harbors for you, and his knowledge is only proven further when you approach luke from behind. you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to rest your face beside his. “h-hi.”

“hey,” you whisper, and he feels his whole face heat up. your lips were so close they were practically brushing against his ear. a smirk plays on your lips as you turn your head to look at the other son of hermes. “hey, chris.”

“hey, y/n. luke had a s’more for you but i punched him and it ended up on the ground.”

“what?” you question in disbelief as you squeeze between the two boys. a grassy, charred marshmallow beside two chocolate-covered graham crackers catches your eyes and you glare at chris. “go make me a new one.”

“why?”

“i swear to the gods that i will interrupt lee’s beautiful song right now just to ask him to put a rhyming curse on you. again.”

“no, you won’t,” chris scoffs, but you stand and kick the pieces of the discarded s’more into the fire before making your way toward lee. when you open your mouth – presumably to yell – chris shoots up and yanks your arm back so you can’t keep walking. “i’ll make you one now!”

other campers take notice of chris’s yells and his sulking on his way to the table where the supplies lay. a chorus of giggles sounds throughout the large group, and you even catch a wide smile on lee’s face as he puts the pieces together. you return to your spot on the fallen tree log and rest your head on luke’s shoulder. “you feeling better, stormy?”

“i was fine, just a little off all day. i will be better once chris replaces my one chance at food for tonight.”

“why did you skip dinner?”

“just needed space to think,” you answer him in full honesty. hookups were fun for you. control was something you lacked in your life thanks to your divinity and parentage; control within yourself was so easy when it came to sex. your body was your own, your actions were calculated, and you could choose who and how someone could make you feel. pleasure was something entirely you, something mortals could attain too. it was something out of the fates and prophecies' control, which only made you love it more. 

something you couldn’t control was the other person though. you tried your hardest to be open and honest about it; relationships aren't for you. they never would be. they never could be. yet, much like sherman, the other person always wanted more than you could give. you lift your head from luke’s shoulder and give him a small smile. the firelight dances beautifully on his deep, brown eyes. there was something about the color that you found easy to get lost in. a color that reminded you of the earth, of something so simple and yet vital to existing. you were sure luke was something vital to your existence. “i’ll be okay.”

he inspects your face and slowly rakes his eyes down your form. you put him in a trance. the curve of your jaw, your smaller hands, your thighs that press against him while you sit side by side, and the crinkles beside your eyes as you laugh at the song lee chooses to sing next – he fails to find something about you to focus on. dwindling you down to a singular feature feels pointless; you are anything but simple. he swears there’s nothing more ethereal than you, but especially today.

you had driven him crazy since he caught his first glimpse of you earlier in the day. your baggy, low-rise shorts, and cropped paramore tour shirt left little of your body to his imagination. he had seen you in bikinis many times before, even in less clothing than what you had on at the moment. but the shirt was from the first concert you went together to, and it ended just above your belly button. your belly hung slightly over the waist of your denim shorts as you sat; he thought he might start drooling. “do you want to talk about it?”

millions of thoughts run through your mind as you notice the way he blatantly stares at your chest. you look down at your chest to make sure there isn’t a stain on your shirt, and your brows furrow in confusion as you realize there’s not. what was he staring at? you look up at him and his eyes are looking directly into yours now, “are you okay?”

“peachy,” he says, turning his head to look at the fire. his mouth feels dry and he feels stupid. thoughts of sherman being able to press his lips and hands wherever he wanted on your body plague him. “sleepover tonight?”

“my place?” you question, even though that’s always where you host your secret sleepovers. you were the only one in cabin one, zeus’s cabin, and he was one of many in his own.

“of course.”

chris finally returns to the both of you and hands you a fresh s’more that you immediately indulge in. you did need time alone to think earlier, but you were heavily regretting losing track of time and missing dinner. 

chocolate takes residence on the corner of your mouth while you eat and remains there well after you clean your hands on the napkin. luke notices it and nudges you to point it out. “you have chocolate there.”

“here?”

“no,” he shakes his head as you wipe at the opposite corner. you miss it again, wiping too close to your lip. he uses his thumb and wipes it off for you. “there.”

the melted goo rests on the pad of his thumb, and you retrieve the napkin to hand it to him. before he can take the cloth square, he dips his thumb into his mouth and sucks lightly on it. your mind swirls before you can even comprehend exactly what he’s done. a blush reaches your cheeks. he smirks to himself and thinks that that singular act is more than sherman ever could have given you.

-

when luke walks into your cabin after making sure all of his little siblings are tucked in, he certainly is not expecting to see you in a tank top and thin linen shorts. he feels like you are testing him, which he realizes is ridiculous when he sees the layer of sweat across your chest. there’s an active heatwave, of course, you’re wearing as little as possible. “hey, stormy.”

“hey, sorry, the heatwave came out of nowhere earlier and i forgot to turn on my air conditioning. it’s going to be hot for at least another hour.”

“it’s okay,” he says and his eyes drift to your bed. he feels insecure, and inadequate, as he thinks of anyone else sleeping in your bed. you had been best friends since your arrival, many sleepovers had occurred in both of your cabins and they had all truly been innocent. at least on your part.

he looks at the sheets and back at you, your full chest rising and falling as you take in deep breaths from the air of the fan. you turn your gaze to him and concern fills you. you notice the distant look in his eyes. “what’s going on, luke?”

“can i ask you a question?”

“of course, anything,” you say and pat the ground beside you. he sits in the spot beside you on the carpeted floor and fidgets with his fingers as you look at him. he’s nervous, that much you can tell.

“did he stay here last night?”

“he?”

“sherman,” luke states, and you think your heart stops at those two syllables. no one was supposed to know aside from silena and clarisse. the two boys never talked, which meant that sherman had told someone else who subsequently mentioned it to the boy in front of you. fear fills you; your sex life was supposed to be something no one knew, something that stays personal. the last thing you need is someone saying you have the same reputation as your father.

“how do you know about that?”

“chris told me,” he pauses and sighs, realizing the panic in your face, “apparently sherman said he was falling in love with you. i didn’t know you were dating.”

a cackle escapes your throat, “dating? absolutely not. he knows that.”

luke can’t help but grin at your distaste for the son of ares. “so, you two?”

“just hooked up,” you shrug, feeling bashful suddenly, “it was why i was weird all day.”

“he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“no, slow your roll,” you rub your eyes with your palms, trying to think of what to say to your best friend. the two of you had never strayed to this topic before. “he just…”

“didn’t finish you off?” luke questions and your eyes go wide. this was the boy who had never been in a relationship, had his last kiss when he was sixteen, and had never had sex because he was too focused on running camp. you didn’t expect him to be so blunt. you feel the flush all over your body.

“luke!” you chastise, even though he wasn’t entirely wrong. “no! i mean, i was close but i guess you’re right. my complaint is that i told him i didn’t want to date him – don’t want to date anybody, actually – and he blatantly ignored that. he’s been bothering me all day, trying to ask me on a date. at least the others always understand.”

others. the only word luke finds himself focusing on. now that he knows sherman is out of the picture, all he can think about is who is in the picture still. “others?”

“um,” you pause, the heat in your body is from embarrassment now despite the cold air blowing heavily throughout your cabin now, “there’s no one else, now. there’s only been a few.”

“few.”

“i’m not naming them, luke,” you say, sternly. you dislike his interest in the topic. usually, your fear surrounding your sexuality stems from not wanting to seem promiscuous, and not wanting to be shamed. luke shows no interest in making you feel guilt or shame but instead seems hurt. “no one’s even supposed to know.”

“can i ask you one more personal question?” you sigh and nod at his request. you prepare yourself for the worst, most invasive thing that could have come to his mind. he surprised you just a few moments ago with his bluntness, but now you can see the pink at the tips of his cheeks and the purse of his lips. whatever he’s thinking of is making him bashful, and it’s almost a relief until he finally speaks again. “why have you never asked me?”

“what?!” you squeak in surprise.

“is sherman more attractive? or the others?”

“what? no! luke, this is crazy,” you tell him and reach for one of his hands in reassurance. “that’s not- i mean, ugh. luke, you are beautiful. it’s not about anyone being more attractive.”

“you think i’m beautiful?”

“this is an insane topic and i don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“why not?” luke whines. his sudden change in demeanor in the evening makes sense now – he was jealous? or insecure, perhaps?

“why are you pushing it?”

“because i’m tired of being inexperienced! i want to have sex and learn all of these things that all my brothers tease me about, but i want it with someone that i trust. and i don’t have time for a relationship, which everyone else who has shown interest wants. we already hang out all the time too, so it’s not like we have to sneak off or carve out time for each other!”

“what if i don’t want to have sex with you?”

“that’s fine.”

“and what if it affects our friendship?”

“it won’t,” he shakes his head, and he feels pathetic. he’s practically begging, and you love it. “we can set rules and boundaries.”

“okay.”

“okay?” he asks, giddily. he scoots closer to you, and suddenly his face is too close. the act isn’t new territory, but with luke it is. you nod, however, letting him bring his face closer to yours. “can i kiss you?”

“no,” you whisper, your lips nearly brushing, “we’re going to sleep on it. then we can talk more tomorrow, and set some rules before anything happens.”

you pull away from him and go to settle yourself into bed while he grabs the light. the vents slowly allow a faint chill to settle in the air, so when he lays down, you pull the blanket over the both of you. his breathing is slow as you reach out and pull yourself into him so you are face to face. on a typical night, he always falls asleep before you since you are often stuck in your head. even now you assume he already fell asleep with his steady breathing and closed eyes. you run a hand through his hair and he sighs.

“i can feel you staring at me,” he mutters and you blush. you thank the gods that it is too dark for him to notice if he decides to open his eyes. 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you play dumb and close your eyes. you scoot down to rest your head on his chest. he toys with the ends of your tank top and reaches under it to rest a hand on the skin of your lower back. a shiver runs through you. this is new. he pushes against you lightly until you are flush against each other. you feel your heart race and your whole body feels warm. the warmth is overwhelming even with the air conditioning on full blast, yet you’re sure it’s going to get worse. you were sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep with this heat, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to push away from luke. there is something so intoxicating about feeling so close to him, about feeling the lines of his abdomen against yours.

“stormy, relax. go to sleep,” luke whispers, and kisses the top of your head. you take deep breaths to try to calm yourself and wrap your arm around him too. eventually, the sound of luke’s heartbeat and the faint sounds of the thunderstorms from your cabin walls lull you to sleep.

-

when the sunlight flows in from the windows and luke begins to wake, he fully believes the night before was a dream. you stir beside him; your hair splays over his arm that rests underneath you, and a small smile tugs at your lips when you realize the body beside yours is his. “morning.”

“good morning,” he grumbles. you laugh and suddenly he’s happy to be waking up so early. “what time is it?”

“dunno,” you answer and retrieve your watch from the nightstand beside you. it was your mother's, he thinks, and the engraved initials on the band that differ from your own confirm it as you slide it on. “almost time for breakfast. you need to go make sure your cabin hasn’t burnt down.”

“don’t i get a goodbye kiss?”

“no,” your answer wipes the smirk off his face and you laugh at his antics. you lean over to his side of the bed and press a chaste kiss to his forehead. “we will talk later.”

“how much later?” he pouts, and you almost lose your reservations for the future. truthfully, you could have jumped him then and there but he continues to make you nervous. you never sleep with friends, although sometimes your hookups infiltrate your friend group (one in particular). you never even allowed yourself to think of luke – your closest friend – in any way other than platonically. thoughts of his body plague you now; thoughts of his lips, his thighs, his hands.

“well, silena, clarisse, and i have beach plans this morning. lunch after that, and then i have archery lessons with lee. so i’m free after dinner and the campfire.”

“sounds like you’re really trying to postpone sex,” he jokes, and you punch him in the arm, “i’m kidding!”

“we’re not having sex tonight.”

“we’re not?”

“no, we’re taking this somewhat slow. you’re my best friend who i love very much, not some acquaintance i see occasionally throughout camp,” you explain. luke was telling the truth, he was very inexperienced. there was little to no doubt that he was truly ready, but you could never deprive him of everything that could lead up to a person’s first time. “tonight, we will talk and slowly progress towards more.”

he groans and rolls out of your bed dramatically. you stifle a laugh until he finds your hands and pulls you to the floor. the straps of your tank top fall off your shoulders, and luke’s lips find their way to your collarbones once you softly land on top of him. a gasp escapes your lips as he holds you tight, his fingers pressed hard against your spine. the warm heat from the kisses trails all the way to the tips of your shoulders, and you pant, thinking about how nice it would feel if he just used his teeth a little bit. “i just needed to do that finally.”

“finally, huh?” you question, lightly pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. he maneuvered you both until you straddled him with his back against the side of your bed. your closeness should be more than enough, yet luke wants nothing more than to pull you closer. nothing would ever be close enough. “how long you been thinking about it?”

a blush rises on his cheeks and settles on his neck. the confidence he had just seconds ago disappears in light of your question. “i think since that time you beat me and pinned me down during capture the flag.”

“we were like sixteen!”

“and it was hot! oh my god, you staring down at me drove me crazy.”

“you horny ass! is that why you let me beat you now?”

“oh, i don’t let you beat me,” he admits, and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “you just are that good with your sword.”

you always assume luke pulls his punches (or his strikes, you suppose) with you because you’re such close friends. it’s reassuring that you come as a close second to the best swordsman at camp – however, percy is learning fast.

the conch horn sounds throughout camp, and soon everyone would gather for breakfast. neither you nor luke moves from your position; he stares at you with those deep, brown eyes, and every decision you thought you made before wavers. laughter and shouts from outside start to fill the quietness of the cabin, and you decide it isn’t so bad to let the guard down sometimes.

luke’s body momentarily tenses up as you slam your lips into his. he quickly relaxes, moving his hands to your plush hips. the touching is vulgar, but the kiss is so soft. his thumbs dip into the very top of your linen shorts, tracing the curve of your stomach and hips. your hands grip his forearms in an attempt to keep them on you for as long as you can – yet he can’t even imagine letting go. 

your lips move languidly, your tongue barely grazing his bottom lip as he pushes his face more into yours. he gasps when your core grinds against his subconsciously, needily, and you take the chance to slide your tongue against his.

although it’s the last thing you want at the moment, he pulls away whenever your stomach lets out a loud rumble. you rest your head against his shoulder as your bodies shake with laughter. “let’s go get some food.”

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[tojisun]

I bought this kuromi squishmallow because it reminded me of Simon

Bimbo reader would totally buy this for him!!!!

THAT IS SO CUTE!!

bimbo!reader def got it the moment she saw the lil skull <33

just imagining simon packing his stuff up because he’s called back for a mission when you come in tumbling to the room with the pillow cradled gently in your arms.

“oh, a new pillow?” he asks, grunting to himself at hearing the sound of his knees cracking as he stands up. he flits his eyes towards you and almost laughs at the worry that pinched away at your soft smile.

“oh, uh,” you mumble when simon closes the distance between you two, your big doe eyes blinking up at him. “it’s actually for you!”

simon’s brows shoot up in surprise. “f’r me? oh, petal, you didn’t have to, you know that?”

“i do! but i wanted to give you a gift before you go,” you reply with a huff before passing on the pillow to him. “you always liked borrowing my kuromi blanket so i decided to give you something close because i’m not letting you pack up my blanket, simmy!”

simon’s lips wobble, his heart clenching with the love he carries for you. it’s not that he liked borrowing your blanket. it’s- he, well, he liked burrowing underneath your sheets because they smelled like you. because your scent gave him so much comfort; that even if he passed out alone on your bed while waiting for you to finish up your uni homework, he still felt surrounded by you. and smelling you gives him so much comfort because it reminds simon that he’s back. that he’s home. that he’s safe in your arms.

but words fail simon today so he accepts the gift with a shallow nod before ambling his bigger body towards you, wrapping you and the pillow in his embrace. he feels the familiar prickling in the back of his eyes at feeling you nuzzle closer, your nose a shock of coolness from where it presses on the crook of his neck.

god, he’ll miss this.

he’ll miss you.

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Fuck you(my pleasure)- Fem!Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader- oneshot

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Tiana hated the bitch, she really did, with her arrogant attitude and stupid smug grin, and the overly confident air she always had, especially after a successful quidditch game.

(y/n) (l/n). The bane of Tiana Riddle's existence. A fellow Slytherin; muggleborn, cocky, smug, and overly confident. She had already noted that but (y/n) got on her nerves so often that Tiana couldn't help but repeat her frustrations with the other girl.

(y/n) was one of the top quidditch players in the school, a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team, and Tiana loathed her from the very start; and (y/n) felt the same way, the two have been at each other's throats since first year.

No one is quite sure how it started, even (y/n) hardly remembers why they started fighting, but oooh Tiana remembers, she remembers very well and holds that grudge, all the way into their 7th year, six years of fighting, name-calling, spats, and glares.

Tiana acknowledges that her grudge was quite childish since (y/n)s initial remark that set it off had probably been innocent in context...considering they had both been 11 when it all began.

It had been during their first potions class together, learning the basics-school had just started, Tiana was eager to learn and pulled her short choppy hair back, only to freeze when she felt a chubby 11-year-old finger touch the base of her neck-where a small whip scar from the wools orphanage caretaker had struck her a few months prior. "What’s that?" (y/n) had asked, simply curious, and Tiana had smacked her hand away, her eyes wide with disgust that masked her fear.

"Don't touch me!" She seethed, back then, and she still was, had been very defensive of herself and hated anyone pointing out her 'home' life, such as her scars from beatings from the caretakers who had been, and still were, highly religious; and had attempted to 'beat the devil' out of Tiana over the years.

(y/n) hadn't meant to offend Tiana by pointing out the thin scar on her neck, but she had and that had started the little rivalry between them, Tiana strived to leave this rude girl in the dust, to make her ever regret pointing out what Tiana hated most-her past.

(y/n), however, didn't really even realize what had happened and just-went with the flow-enjoying their spats and arguments, loving it when they got paired together so she could tease Tiana further, which only made Tiana angrier when (y/n) would poke at her.

It was all in good fun for her, and as the years went by and Tiana grew up, going from the lanky 11-year-old with a permanent RBF to the hot 17-year-old, still with a resting RBF but DAMN was Tiana Riddle fine! and (y/n) loved every moment she got to mess with Tiana, loving to watch Tiana's facial expression morph into anger or frustration.

Yeah, she had a crush on Tiana Riddle, her rival, how could she not? Tiana was beautiful, smart, spiteful, charming, sarcastic, bitchy, did she mention beautiful?! honestly, if Tiana told her to shut her trap and sit, she would-(y/n) was utterly whipped for the dark-haired beauty.

Buuuut so was the rest of the school, especially the boys, who all competed for the coveted attention of Tiana Marvolo Riddle. But (y/n) held the trophy of getting Tiana's attention the easiest, with her annoying tendencies.

Her favorite time to annoy Tiana? Right after quidditch practice and while Tiana was doing her prefect rounds.

Which…was right now.

“heeeey Tia~” (y/n) sang as she walked towards the prefect that was sure to become head girl the next school year. Tiana-who loathed when (y/n) called her ‘Tia’-turned her head sharply, her raven black hair flaring as she glared at (y/n). “oh don’t give me that look Tia, you know you love me,” (y/n) teased, narrowly avoiding a hex, giggling as Tiana huffed and spun around again, continuing down the hallway on her patrol.

“I’m sure you have better things to do than bother me, (l/n).” Tiana huffed, her head held high as she walked down the hallway, the afternoon sun beaming through the open windows of the courtyard. (y/n) just grinned, skipping a bit to catch up with Tiana, stretching her arms out behind her to hold her broom behind her head, her grin lazy as she stepped in line with Tiana.

“What better is there to do than annoy you, Tia~?” (y/n) cooed, laughing as she dodged a bat bogey hex from Tiana, who was slowly going red in the face. “you’re so easy to tease Tia~” (y/n) cooed again. Tiana glared at (y/n), her fist clenched around her wand, the other pushed tight against her thigh in an attempt to ground herself before she did something that got her in trouble.

“Shut. It. What do you even want? I'm quite busy with my rounds if you couldn’t tell. I don’t have time for your silly games.” Tiana huffed, turning on her heel again to continue her patrolling route-which was thankfully an early one so she could get to bed on time for once.

“Can't I just come by and bug my favorite prefect?” (y/n) laughed, catching up with Tiana again, the smell of her drying scent making Tiana’s nose scrunch and she shoved (y/n) away.

“Not when you smell like that, if you must annoy me, have the decency to shower first.” Tiana grumbled, (y/n) stopping to smell herself and letting out a small ‘whew’ as she turned her face away.

Yeah, Tiana had a point.

(y/n) looked back to make another remark but Tiana was already on the other end of the hall, speedwalking away from (y/n), and (y/n) smirked. “she likes me,” (y/n) chuckled, turning on her heel to head back to the Slytherin dorm room to shower.

-

“-And Ms. Riddle, you’ll be paired with Ms. (l/n).” Tiana bristled as Professor Slughorn assigned her to pair with (y/n) for a potions assignment, glaring at the smug girl who was smirking widely. Tiana subtly rolled her eyes and nodded, giving her professor the usual charming smile.

Professor Slughorn smiled back and turned to write on the board-Tiana’s smile disappeared and turned to a glare as (y/n) moved from her table to Tiana’s, plopping down noisily next to Tiana-a stupid grin on her stupid face.

(y/n) opened her mouth to speak but Tiana just stuck her finger in her face, glaring. “not. A. word.” Tiana hissed and (y/n) just grinned, resting her chin on her hands as Tiana began their potions assignment. After a few minutes, (y/n) spoke up quietly as Tiana wrote down the necessary notes she would need for later. “you know, team assignments are usually worked together as a team, not just by one person,” (y/n) said and Tiana huffed, side-eyeing her.

“How you think I’d have faith in your…academic brain? I do not know.” Tiana hissed, twirling her quill between her fingers, (y/n)’s eyes following the action. “Please, you use all your brain power for silly quidditch games, I’ll handle this assignment, you can sit there and be quiet.” (y/n) just hummed, her gaze locked onto Tiana’s pretty pink lips as she spoke oh so harshly, yet beatific.

“Whatever you say Tia,” (y/n) mumbled and Tiana’s ears turned red as she glared at (y/n), snapping her forehead with her knuckle, making (y/n) yelp and then laugh as she jolted back from the painful gesture.

-

“you know, there's such a thing as sleeping, Tia.” (y/n) said from across the library table, dropping her quidditch bag to the floor, having just finished up an early morning practice, joining Tiana in the library for their assignment. Tiana glared at (y/n), her head pointed down at the parchment in front of her while her eyes glared at (y/n) through her thick lashes.

“There's such a thing as showering, (n/n)” Tiana hissed back, (y/n) only grinning at the sudden nickname christened to her by Tiana, but she smelled herself anyway, she didn’t smell that bad. Mostly like grass and leather really. Tiana made a face as (y/n) did so, rolling her eyes and going back to writing for their assignment.

“Anywayyy,” (y/n) hummed, bringing out a wrapped muffin and setting down a coffee in front of Tiana, who stared at the items with suspicion. “since you won't let me help, I thought I’d help you not pass out, so-eat-caffeinate,” (y/n) said, also setting a thermos with cold water inside in font of Tiana. “and hydrate.”

Tiana stared at the items before narrowing her eyes at (y/n), who smirked back. “are you trying to poison me?” Tiana hissed, pushing away the muffin(that looked way too tempting right now since Tiana had missed breakfast doing this potions assignment.) (y/n) snorted, smiling widely.

“And miss your pretty face? As if, just take them, you need it.” (y/n) laughed, getting up from the table and leaning over to grab one of the books Tiana had grabbed for the assignment. “you eat, I’ll do some of the assignment,” (y/n) said, taking the parchment from Tiana and picking up where she left off, Tiana blinking in…amazement? Shock? She didn’t know, but Tiana stared at (y/n) for a few seconds before taking the muffin and peeling the wrapper, sniffing it suspiciously before taking a bite, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor.

Chocolate chip. Her favorite.

Tiana looked back up at (y/n) who had busied herself with writing for the potions assignment.

Tiana refused to admit that maybe, possibly, the ice that kept anyone out melted….just a little bit.

-

Tiana had utterly no idea how she got here, she really didn’t. maybe it started with a conversation about stress and how to relieve it or maybe some stupid argument between her and (y/n)??

She didn’t remember, all she knew now, was how fucking sinful (y/n) looked with her head under Tiana’s skirt, warm rough hands on her ass and her fucking tongue lapping at Tiana’s clit through her lace panties-Tiana struggling to stand as she leaned against the broom closet wall, her legs trembling around (y/n)’s head as they threatened to give out.

“(y/n)-“ Tiana panted, a moan escaping her as she tried to speak (y/n)’s name only to fail as (y/n)’s saliva soaked through her panties with the aid of Tiana’s arousal that practically dripped through the fabric. (y/n) hummed from below, her eyes just barely peeking out from behind the hem of Tiana’s green skirt. “this-this is wr-wrong,” Tiana stuttered, gasping as (y/n) licked at her clit again, which was already swollen and aching.

“Then why does it feel so right?” (y/n) whispered, her fingers inching up to curl around the hem of Tiana’s panties, slowly rolling them down-exposing Tiana’s pussy to the stale cold air of the broom closet. (y/n)’s eyes darkened at the sight and she let out a soft groan, burying her face beneath Tiana’s skirt again, her tongue wide and flat as she tasted Tiana’s pretty pink pussy, moaning. “you taste fucking delicious,” (y/n) gasped, her eyes dark with desire as she looked up at Tiana who was grasping onto the wall behind her for balance, gasping helplessly as she looked down at (y/n), her deep brown eyes almost black.

“(y/n)-“ Tiana whispered-nay-whined and (y/n) full force buried her face into Tiana’s pussy, licking and sucking her clit and cunt with abandon, her hands holding the back of Tiana’s thighs tightly-feeling the creamy smooth skin under her calloused palms as she shuffled forward on her knees, almost desperate to taste more of Tiana.

Tiana moaned and trembled and cried out as (y/n) ate her out like a woman starved, her knees shaking as she braced herself back on the wall, panting heavily as her body burned from the heat of it all, the broom closet growing stuffy and hot as (y/n) lapped at her cunt and sucked her clit, (y/n)’s tongue smooth yet rough against her and Tiana thought she might cry from how good it all felt.

(y/n) did something with her tongue and Tiana’s legs did give out, (y/n) caught her and held her up against the hall, and that made Tiana even more lightheaded, feeling (y/n)s strong arms hold her up almost effortlessly as her tongue circled her clit. Tiana moaned loudly as (y/n)’s tongue kept fluttering on her clit and her hands fly to (y/n)’s hair, holding tight as she let her hips move with the feeling of (y/n)s tongue-everything so overwhelming and kinda scary but oh fuck it felt so good.

“(y/n)-I can’t-ah!” Tiana moaned, panting heavily, her cheeks hot from the pleasure as (y/n)’s left hand trained around Tiana’s thigh and dipped between the folds of Tiana’s pussy, licking her cunt broadly before slipping a finger into Tiana’s tight cunt, groaning.

“virgin?” (y/n) asked and Tiana blushed, then nodded, glaring at the smirk on (y/n)s face before she buried her face in Tiana’s pussy again, licking and sucking her clit almost desperately as her finger began to pump into Tiana’s cunt, slow and easy, groaning against Tiana’s clit as she felt her finger being clenched tight by the warm slick walls of Tiana’s virgin cunt-god she wanted to do so much more than eat her out and finger her, but (y/n) would take what she would get for now.

Tiana gasped heavily and whined, rocking her hips into the feeling of (y/n)’s tongue and finger, her fingers curled tight into (y/n)’s hair and her brows furrowed together as she felt a bit twist in her lower belly. “(y-y/n),” Tiana gasped, moaning as she spoke, her jaw trembling. “i-I feel-ah-I, I’m-I’m gonna-“

(y/n) groaned against Tiana’s clit, slicking up a second finger with Tiana’s dripping arousal and then carefully pushing it into her cunt, shallowly thrusting her fingers into Tiana’s tight cunt, curling it into her g-spot after a few thrusts. Tiana moaned loudly, lightning jolting up her spine and her thighs clenched around (y/n)’s head, her head knocking back against the wall. “I’m gonna-!” Tiana didn’t even have time to warn (y/n), her orgasm rushing over her like a tidal wave, her vision going black as her ears rang, lighting rushing from her pussy to the tips of her toes and then back up to her head. it was like a head rush but waaay better.

(y/n) kept sucking Tiana’s clit and Tiana whimpered, yes whimpered, and pushed (y/n)’s head away, slumping back against the wall as her vision returned to her after a solid minute. “Fuck,” Tiana panted out, her head knocking back against the wall again, breathing heavily as (y/n) slowly pulled her fingers out and then sucked them clean-something Tiana, unfortunately, didn’t see.

Eventually, Tiana caught her breath and looked down at (y/n) who was smirking up at her, her lips and chin shiny with Tiana's cum and Tiana huffed, knocking (y/n)s cheek with her knee. “that was…” Tiana trailed off, pouting as (y/n) giggled and pulled Tiana’s panties back up and got to her feet, letting Tiana’s skirt fall back into place.

“heavenly, blissful, fucking good?” (y/n) teased and Tiana rolled her eyes, putting her hand over (y/n)’s mouth and shoving her back, (y/n) laughing at the action. “you loved it~” (y/n) cooed and Tiana rolled her eyes again, pushing off the wall-yelping as her noodle legs got the best of her and (y/n) caught her, belly laughing as Tiana turned red again.

“Fuck you.” Tiana hissed, squeaking as (y/n) pulled her up and kissed her cheek, smelling herself on (y/n)’s face.

“my pleasure~”

-end-

I kinda wanted to do…more?? For this, but I lowkey have writers block for like-everything, c.ai has consumed my writer life. Anyway, hope you enjoyed~

[agomeangelcat]

"Im alive but im dead"

Tw: death.

Y/N is dead, but very much alive, they are here and in one breath they are bleeding on the floor, life taken by the hands of their lovely yandere, no matter wich one, no matter wich yandere, no matter the universe, there's always a small curve a little choice that always end up on poor Y/N's death, pick the wrong word? Death, look too much at someone else? Death, dare to be as violent and gross- -ErRoR-.

But Y/N shows up in the next day like nothing happened, no one notices, no one cares...but ohhh poor little yandere, looking at the ghost, the muse, the love and their doom, the panic stabing his spine, heart beating like a time bomb and questions flowding "The body, i saw their body...i buried them!" Or "i saw the knife in their chest"

Poor yandere, kneeling like a dog and looking up at Y/N knowing damn well...this is not just a pretty face, this person is not just their beloved, thats a monster that they created, immortal and always beautiful when bleeding.

"Oh Y/N what a work of art are you~"

Y/N knows death like is a very old friend, how many deaths we had? How many crazy partners killed them, guted them made them into anything but human, making Y/N into a pile of blood, guts and drowning them in the never fading love.

That is their story.

"No matter how many times i die, i always come back...again and again because, there's no one like me."

Im sleepy asf god damn.