#u guys won't get rid off me now for a while

[luxtoony]

Fashion turtles sneak peak

Turtleneck themed! Except Donnie bc that extravagant softshell has to be different 😒

I am screaming and crying because I missed so much in this fandom, like the zines. (The fashion one for example) so I'm trying to make amends!

Disaster twins 1/ sunset duo 2

(soon)

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 I'D MEET THE SEA UNDER THE SUNLIGHT

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: dazai knows. he knows who you are. he knows what you do. and not only does he know, but in typical dazai fashion, he decides to make it fully your problem. now you're stuck between a rock and a hard place trying to figure out what to do with him—the answer should be obvious, you just can't accept it. but time is ticking and you're treading a thin rope, if you make the smallest mistake...

AUTHOR'S NOTES: part four my children. my eye procedure went well! i've been resting all day, i prob won't be active very much until monday/tuesday, so i'lll queue a few reblogs of this ... i say that, but i also don't know if ill be able to stop myself from responding to comments HAHAH i just love talking to u guys about it so much i cant help it. as always, comments and reblogs appreciated!

GENERAL WARNINGS: fem!reader, port mafia executive!reader, civilian!dazai, dazai's struggles w suicide & sh, reader partakes in mafia business, dazai isn't dazai without a bit of obsessiveness and possessiveness (the possessiveness doesn't come til later but the obsessiveness starts from day 0).

CHAPTER SPECIFIC WARNINGS: i didnt get the chance to proofread this one bc of the procedure so don't crucify me if the grammar is awful </3 i have a doctor's pass </3

SEE: WASTELAND, BABY! SERIES MASTERLIST

It takes Dazai Osamu approximately two days, seven hours and fifty-three minutes to get his hands on proof of your affiliation with the Port Mafia. He supposes it was due to luck—the timing of when he got confirmation of his suspicions—but Dazai thinks it’s also due to his ability to think quickly if he does say so himself. 

He stares at the file that Katai emailed him, a lump in his throat that he can’t seem to push away, unsure if he wants to open it and be forced with physical evidence of who you are and what you do. He doesn’t even know why he’s so hesitant, he already knows. He already knows so he shouldn’t be hesitant… but if he already knows, then why does he need to see the proof? What is this going to do for him? What is he going to do with this information? Nothing, the answer is nothing, so then why-

Katai: Can you quit holding that date from four years ago over my head now?

Dazai: no ^.^

Katai: Of course not. Whatever. Dazai, I don’t know what you’re doing but you need to stop digging into this—it’s dangerous. And I don’t want to be involved.

Dazai shuts his phone off immediately. 

He hovers the cursor over the video file on his laptop, chewing the inside of his cheek—the supposed footage from whatever happened behind Tokyo’s City Hall last night. With his heart tight in his chest and the image of your smile burned behind his eyelids, he clicks on the file.

Two days after the event, you and Chuuya are sitting in Mori’s office getting the talk down of a lifetime. Mori has been going on for thirty minutes already and you’re sick of his voice. You don’t know how it’s your fault that the Shimazaki-kai decided to try to take you out while you were in Tokyo but evidently it is.

“I don’t see how this is an issue, boss,” Chuuya finally says, voice strained. “The Sun and Steel are already on top of the situation, Noriko was livid when she realized that they tried to assassinate one of us while we were in Tokyo under the Sun and Steel’s protection.”

“You don’t see how this is an issue,” Mori repeats slowly, voice nothing short of mocking. Usually, he at least tries to mask his annoyance—you and Chuuya share a concerned look with one another. “You don’t see how it’s an issue that we’ve caused this conflict to escalate to the point of the Shimazaki-kai being willing to go to war with the Sun and Steel if it means the mere chance of getting rid of one of us?”

“Okay,” Chuuya mutters. “Well, when you say it like that…”

“And by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’, little hime,” Mori says coolly, leveling his calculating gaze onto you. You don’t flinch beneath it, meeting it head on as you raise your chin. “This all stems from your reckless decision to attack the Inagawa-kai.”

“She didn’t have a choice.” Chuuya jumps to your defense, frowning. “They attacked her at the ports. That was a declaration of war in itself.”

You almost wince at the ridiculing look Mori directs toward Chuuya, voice amused as he speaks. “Is that what she told you?”

Chuuya gives you a questioning look but you don’t give Mori anymore time to stir the pot. You don’t need Chuuya knowing that your decision was driven by Dazai of all people—he’s already angry enough about the situation with the civilian. 

“And here I thought you were going to… what was it you said? ‘Clean up my mess?’” you say snidely, drawing Mori’s attention back to you. “Perhaps the real reason the Yakuza syndicates are so willing to challenge our authority is not because of my decision but rather because of the incapability perceived in our boss.” 

Chuuya’s eyes shoot open and Mori raises his brows, entirely unperturbed by your comment. 

“To think all it would take for you to start biting back…” Mori trails off, unbearably amused and clearly referring to Dazai, making you stiffen. “How fascinating. You’ve kept up this ruse longer than I expected. I think this is the first time you’ve managed to surprise me, little hime.” 

Your expression twists as you look away, ignoring the lost look Chuuya gives you, clearly irritated because he doesn’t know what’s going on. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you take the welcome distraction eagerly, hoping to find an excuse to get out of this wretched meeting.

Klaus: your civilian boy is at your tower

You: What?

Klaus: *one image attached*

You stare down at your phone in shock, desperately trying to ignore the curious looks Mori and Chuuya are sending your way.

What the fuck?

Dazai tilts his head to the side, giving the three boys standing in front of him a simpering smile. One of them—the emo one with black hair and white tips—bares his teeth at Dazai like a feral dog, the one in the middle—Dazai recognizes him as Klaus, the boy with you that day at the ports—gives him an irritable look, while the one standing in the back—a nervous looking boy with choppy silver hair and a black collar—lets out a pathetic noise in the back of his throat.

“She’s gonna be so fucking mad at you,” Klaus tells him, voice harsh. His Japanese is broken and accented but understandable for the most part. “She’s gonna fucking-”

He shifts into a foreign language mid-sentence—German, maybe—so Dazai doesn’t know what he’s saying but he’s sure it’s nothing good. He keeps up the overly confident facade, even if he does start to doubt himself internally.

Shit, he thinks to himself, smile fraying at the edges, what is he doing?

Dazai definitely did not think this through and it’s way too late for him to back down now. After watching the video and seeing you with the gravity manipulator, seeing the brief battle in the alley behind the Tokyo city hall, Dazai pretty much blackmailed Katai into using the CCTV cameras between both cities to follow you back to Yokohama to see what building you live in. In retrospect, maybe that’s a little creepy, but he just watched you and the gravity manipulator kill a whole crew of people so he thinks stalking you a bit isn’t too bad in comparison.

“Who do you think you are?” the black-haired one says, voice tight and pitched. His jaw is clenched tight and he takes half a step forward but pauses when he sees the sharp look of warning that Klaus gives him.

He thinks maybe he is stupid. Ango used to rattle him around and yell at him for doing stupid things back before Odasaku died but he thinks this might take the cake for the stupidest thing Dazai has ever done. Standing outside a building owned by the Mafia, antagonizing three mafiosos, waiting here to demand a conversation with someone who is likely their boss. Ango might’ve been right when he said that Dazai has no functioning brain cells.

“None of your business,” Dazai replies with a sweet smile, almost giggling at the way the boy bears his teeth again, even more livid than before.

“You-”

“Stop.”

All three boys go rigid at the sound of your voice and even Dazai stiffens at the cold tone. He forces himself to turn his head to the side, eyes falling upon you as you make your way toward the four of them. The suit you’re wearing today is different—usually he’s seen you wear black on black, but today you’re wearing a burgundy button-up under your suit jacket. You look beautiful—always do, Dazai thinks wistfully—but Dazai finds himself swallowing thickly instead, not used to the blank look you cast over him before you turn your attention over to the three boys.

Ouch, Dazai thinks, not really knowing what he expected but it still hurts to be dismissed like that.

“Klaus, go wipe the cameras around headquarters—wherever he might have passed through,” you say. “Akutagawa, Atsushi, if anyone finds out about this…”

The two boys that Dazai doesn’t recognize share a look with one another, odd expressions spreading across their faces before they nod. All three scamper off without another word, the silver-haired boy giving Dazai a short, worried look that puts Dazai on edge before leaving. You don’t look at him. Rather, you stride right past him toward the building.

Dazai swallows thickly before following after you. You don’t say a word as you lead him to the tall, black building and Dazai wants to say something but his words get caught in his throat. He doesn’t know what to say. Dazai always has something to say but he doesn’t right now and that scares him because he needs to figure out what he’s going to say to you when the two of you finally get up to your apartment.

“Hey, I know you’re a mafia executive because I had my hacker friend get me CCTV tapes from the Tokyo City Hall and I saw you and that short ginger with the tacky hat murder a bunch of guys. Plus, I had him stalk you so I could figure out where you live.”

Yeah, right.

Dazai shivers at the rush of cool air that hits him as he enters the building with you, watches the way the doorman gives him a curious look before inclining his head to you. You give the older man a pointed look before nodding your head to one of the corners of the room and the elevator—Dazai doesn’t know what you’re getting at but he obviously does from the way says:

“Of course, hime.”

You don’t say anything still, leading him toward the elevator and holding it open so he can step past and stand inside. You follow after him, clicking the button to the top floor of the building before scanning a keycard.

How awkward.

Dazai almost wants to crawl out of his own skin, toss himself right out of the glass elevator looking over the city. You don’t even look at him—you keep your gaze trained forward, lips curled down, not even sparing Dazai the briefest glance as the elevator starts to move up. 

Maybe this was a mistake, Dazai starts to think, twiddling with his fingers as he keeps sparing short glances in your direction. He still doesn’t even know what he wants to come from this—shouldn’t the proof of your affiliation with the Mafia have been enough to send him running? He should’ve taken it as reason to stop reaching out to you, gone back to life before you but-

But life before you was dark. 

His throat spasms as he swallows. Life before you was dark. Life before you was him dragging himself out of bed every day trying to convince himself that he couldn’t let himself die until he fulfilled Odasaku’s final request. Life before you was him fighting depressive episode after depressive episode with alcohol and sex, preferring pain to the emptiness he seemed to constantly be plagued with because at least that meant he could feel something. 

He doesn’t want to go back to that—you’re the first person who's actually seen him since Odasaku died. The first person to make him feel as if he’s worth something. He doesn’t give a shit about about what you do, he doesn’t want to go back to life without you.

He glances over at you again, catching the eerily blank expression on your face as you stare ahead. Three words spill from his lips before he can stop them.

“Are you mad?” His voice wavers over the question; he feels pathetic. Feels like a kid tugging at his mother’s shirt after he did something wrong.

You finally look at him though, turn your head slowly toward him as if you don’t even want to believe he actually asked that. Dazai doesn’t know if it’s progress or not because the expression on your face is nothing short of livid.

“Okay,” he says quietly, averting his gaze back to the glass of the elevator.

God, how many floors is this building? The ride to the top floor is taking an agonizingly long amount of time. He doesn’t know if it’s because the elevator itself is slow or if it’s because the building is just that tall or if it just seems longer because of Dazai’s own turmoil—either way, it leaves Dazai miserable.

He really needs to figure out what he’s going to say to you. He should have figured it out before coming here but Dazai just got too antsy with the information Katai gave him on hand and he found himself making his way over here before he could double guess himself.

He doesn’t think you’ll appreciate him using Katai to get the evidence of your position in the Mafia—plus, it could put him in danger and Dazai doesn’t want that. He thinks maybe he’ll pin the blame on his professor—you don’t seem to like him anyway, so you might take it at face value. If you don’t, he’ll have to figure something else out to protect Katai but Dazai has always been a quick thinker so he has faith that he’ll think of something. 

 If he’s lucky, you’ll lead the conversation and he’ll be able to reflect off of you after seeing where your head's at. That would be the best case scenario.

After what feels like an eternity, the elevator finally bings, signaling that it has finally reached the top floor of the building. You step out before him, hardly even looking at him as you stride into your apartment. Dazai follows after, a bit more hesitantly.

His breath catches as his gaze twists around the massive space—floor to ceiling windows line the walls looking over the city, black couches set up in front of the TV and expensive decor littering the room, there’s a kitchen off to the right and a staircase leading up to a second level. 

What types of apartments have staircases? Dazai thinks, distressed, finally looking back at you. 

You’ve crossed the room—almost like you’ve wanted to put as much distance as possible between you and him, which is a thought that kind of hurts because he’s been yearning for your presence since you left his apartment the morning you were supposed to leave for abroad. Your expression is entirely unreadable and Dazai doesn’t really know how to feel about that because he can’t figure out how to approach this now. 

“You know, originally I was interested in you because I thought you were a lot smarter than you made yourself out to be,” you say, voice dry. Dazai nearly cheers, realizing that he did, in fact, get the best case scenario—he listens intently, mind racing as he tries to figure out what route he should take with you. “I was clearly wrong.”

Dazai pouts. “My bella thinks I’m stupid,” he sighs dramatically but his lashes flutter as he averts his gaze when you don’t find any amusement in his words, readjusting his plan. His theatrical lilt falls flat when he adds, “Maybe I am.”

“I don’t think there’s a maybe,” you correct, unamused. “What do you know and what do you want?” 

Dazai is almost taken aback by your tone—cold and flat, very transactional. Maybe he should have taken the lead because he doesn’t know what you mean and he doesn’t like your tone. He watches as you fish through your pocket to find a cigarette and lighter, sticking it between your lips to light it. You look up at him, raising your eyebrows.

“What?” he asks, voice a bit weak.

“What do you know and what do you want? I think they’re pretty simple questions,” you say sardonically. “I have a general idea of what you know already—if you’re here, you have more than whatever that cunt Ui has on me—and I promise you that no amount of money the Ivory Eagle will offer you can compare to what I’ll give you. Plus, I’ll have to kill you if you go to it with them so I think that’s pretty convincing in itself. I want to know exactly what you know so I can figure out how much they’d pay you for the information. I figure you want money, that’s why you’re here.”

“I don’t…” Dazai trails off, a bit lost. He’s still not sure why he came here but he knows it’s not for money and honestly, he thinks he’s a little hurt that you assumed that, can feel the sting in his chest and the lump in his throat.

The smile you give him is cool, you tilt your head to the side and look at him. “Come on, Dazai, you don’t have to keep up with the act. You got close to me to get evidence for Ui, that’s obvious; probably realized it would be more worthwhile trying to get money from me to keep you quiet because they’ve barely got enough money to keep their shitty journalism house running. Honestly, I should probably just-”

“No,” Dazai forces out, interrupting you, lips parted and throat swollen—this is not going well. “That’s not-that’s not true. I didn’t get close to you to get evidence, I didn’t even know until the other day.”

“Do you think I’m stupid, Dazai?” you ask, expression tight. “Because I’m not. As soon as you slipped up and said his name at the event, I realized. You think we don’t know everything that goes on in this city? About that shitty journalist group trying to expose us?” 

“I didn’t slip up,” Dazai says, voice more shrill than he intended it to be. His mind falls flat at every corner as he tries to figure out how to salvage this. “I didn’t slip up because I didn’t know. I didn’t know. It wasn’t-this wasn’t some grand scheme, I like you-” (he didn’t mean to say that) “I mean-it’s just-I don’t-”

Dazai feels flustered. He feels flustered and he’s stumbling over words in a way that he hasn’t in years, unable to get out a single coherent sentence because his mind is all over the place. Shit, he thought he was going to have to defend himself from having Katai stalk you so he could figure this out and find you; he didn’t think he’d have to defend himself because you thought everything from day one was some grand scheme to expose you as a mafioso.

You clearly don’t believe him from the way you roll your eyes and it makes Dazai’s distress spike exponentially. 

“Then pray tell, Dazai, why are you here? You’re here for something, obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to show up here of all places to dangle over my head that you know who I am.”

The words slip from his lips before he can stop them.

“I wanted you to stop ignoring me,” he says, arms instinctively curling around his body as he stares at you, feeling more than a bit vulnerable at the blank look you give him in response to his words.

“You… want to make me stop ignoring you by… blackmailing me?”

“... Yes?”

The sigh you let out is long. Instead of responding, you take a drag of your cigarette, tilting your head back against the wall you’re leaning on to look up at the ceiling. Dazai stares at you, chewing the inside of his cheek as he waits for your response.

“What do you have on me?” you finally ask, taking a few steps forward to put the cigarette out on an ashtray before raising your eyebrows and tilting your head to the side. “Well? I know you must have more than the location of this building.”

Dazai hesitates before he says, “Footage from behind the Tokyo City Hall.”

Your expression doesn’t betray you as you press, “Footage of what?”

“You and the ginger with the ugly hat,” Dazai answers, trying not to smile at the way you clearly have to hide your amusement at his snide comment. 

“What are we doing in the footage?” you ask. “What makes it condemning?”

“… He splattered six guys against the wall.” 

You sigh, pressing your fingers to the bridge of your nose. “Jesus fucking Christ, Dazai. You saw that and still came here? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Dazai gives you a weak smile “You’ll have to be a bit more specific, there are a lot of things wrong with me,” he tells you, echoing the words from your second meeting with him, hoping they make you lighten up.

They do.

He watches as you let out another breath, tense shoulders relaxing, suddenly looking a lot more tired as you look away from him.

“I missed you,” he adds quietly, fingers running along the hem of his sweater. “It’s cruel and unusual punishment to kiss a guy like you did and then ghost him.”

“It was to keep you out of this life, Dazai,” you say tiredly. “I mean-shit, Dazai. I don’t know what you want me to do, I don’t even trust you right now, you could have a fucking wire on you for all I know and-”

“I could strip for you,” Dazai offers, lips curling up in a flirtatious smile as he flutters his lashes at you. “I’ll give you a show.”

You’re not amused.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Dazai. This is your life.”

“Well, my life has been one giant joke up until I met you so forgive me if I don’t care,” Dazai says, voice unintentionally rising in response to your words because who are you to decide on his behalf to cut him off because his life is in danger. That’s a decision for him to make. “You can’t just make those decisions for me.”

Dazai thinks he prefers the anger that crosses over your face to the tiredness and emptiness. His breath catches when he sees the way your jaw tightens and the way your eyes get fired up.

“It doesn’t just affect you, Dazai,” you hiss. “If you get pulled into this and something happens to you, that’s on me.”

Dazai’s heart jumps at the implications of your words, nails digging into his palms.

“And how does that affect you?” Dazai presses, the desperation that hangs off of his words so glaring that Dazai almost wants to curl in on himself. He wants to hear you say it, wants you to alleviate all of the thoughts threatening to consume him since you left his apartment that morning—wants to hear you say that you care, that he does mean something to you.

Your expression becomes closed off again as you realize what he wants you to say and Dazai swallows thickly, gaze searching your face for answers.

“You know how it affects me,” you finally respond as you look away. “You know, Dazai.”

It has nothing to do with what I want, you said at the event when he asked why you didn’t tell him why you didn’t want to be with him. The conflict on your face when you said things were too complicated to explain. The anger when you realized Professor Ui had purposely put him in danger trying to get evidence to condemn the Sun and Steel.

“I want you to say it,” he says hoarsely.

You don’t reply for a moment, watching him with an expression that’s impossible for him to decipher. Your brows are furrowed and your lips are pressed together tight, but the look in your eyes—there’s so much emotion in them that Dazai thinks he could get lost in them, it nearly leaves him breathless.

“You are actually the bane of my existence, Dazai Osamu,” you finally say, shoulders slumping as you look away again. Not exactly what he wanted to hear but he thinks that’s as good of an admission that he’s going to get right now.

“And the object of all of your desires?” Dazai prods with a teasing smile.

Your gaze cuts back toward him. “Did you just quote Bridgerton at me?” you ask, voice riddled with disbelief.

Embarrassed, Dazai flushes and then he hits you back with: “You watched Bridgerton?”

Instead of responding, seemingly equally embarrassed by the callout as Dazai is, you scowl at him and shake your head but your voice is lighter now when you speak—if only barely. “Honestly, Dazai, what did you think you were going to get out of this by coming here? I could have killed you. I should kill you. Coming to the headquarters of the Port Mafia to blackmail one of its executives with evidence threatening to expose them-”

“I didn’t threaten to expose you,” Dazai protests, prancing a bit more into your apartment. Now that he’s not as stressed, he can actually admire your apartment—apartment, is this even an apartment? He runs his fingers along the pristine black marble of the bar separating your kitchen from the living room, ignoring the way your eyes follow him. “I just…”

“You threatened to expose me,” you interrupt dryly. “You implied it.”

“I did not,” Dazai complains. “It’s not my fault you took it that way.”

You roll your eyes. “What were you thinking, Dazai?” you ask again.

Dazai gives you a sweet smile. “I’m thinking that you’re going to take me out on a date.”

You don’t know why you’re even entertaining him.

Three days later, you’re outside Dazai’s apartment complex waiting for him to get back from his classes. You’d have gone to the campus itself but you don’t feel like having to beg Albatross or Iceman to get into the campus cameras to wipe the footage of you being there, especially knowing that it’ll get right back to Chuuya who is still under the belief that you’re no longer talking to Dazai.

You scowl as you look down at your phone, checking the time again. He should’ve been back ten minutes ago—you told him you were here waiting. Your reservation is in thirty minutes and he still has to change, you glance over your shoulder as a group of college students make their way toward the complex. You hardly stop yourself from rolling your eyes, you’d figured that the complex would be popular with the kids attending YNU—that’s why you ended up buying it—but you really don’t want to interact with any of them. 

You can feel them looking at you too—fuck, you should have just stayed in your car. From the corner of your eye, you can see them exchange curious looks with one another. One of the boys nudges another, clearly beckoning him to go try to talk to you and you will strength from the gods-

You hear your name fall from familiar lips, quiet and unsure, and the unpleasant expression that you know must be on your face melts away. You let your head fall to the side over your shoulder, gaze focusing on Dazai—he’s dressed casually in a brown sweater and cream pants, school books tucked to his chest and backpack hanging off of his shoulders. He looks surprised at the sight of you so you raise your eyebrows.

“You’re late, I texted you,” you say simply as he approaches you, glancing at the car and then to you curiously.

“My phone died,” he replies sheepishly, a bit of light returning to his eyes as he comes closer to you. Warmth starts to spread through your chest when you see how the corners of his lips twitch up, fingers absently thrumming against his books. “Where are we going?” 

“You’re getting changed,” you reply, nodding to the suit hanging in the passenger seat of he car, “and then-”

“Yo, Dazai-kun!”

Your eye twitches at the interruption, gaze twisting to the side to fall on one of the boys from that group you’d been dreading walking over before Dazai arrived. You notice him stiffen, an uncomfortable expression crossing his face when he hears his name being called. So, you sigh, motion for him to go into the car and grab the suit as you turn your attention to the group of approaching college students.

“We’re busy,” you say with a tight smile, tone short and perfunctory but trying to be polite. 

Your eyes sweep over the one who spoke up—he’s dressed nice, slacks and a button up, tailored neatly to his body, but there’s something so distasteful about him that you can’t help the way your lip curls up in disgust. Maybe it’s because of the way Dazai looks so uncomfortable.

The man looks entirely unperturbed by your blatant dismissal, giving you a charming smile. “I’m Yoshimura Hiro—me and Daz-”

Irritated, you glance one last time at Dazai, seeing that he got the suit out of the car and shut the door. You lock the car and without another word, press your hand against Dazai’s lower back to urge him forward, walking away from the small group without another word.

Dazai can hardly muffle the snort that escapes his lips as soon as the two of you make it into the building. His eyes have regained that brightness that they’d lost when his classmates approached you, a smile curving at his lips.

“That was so rude,” he says with a grin.

“We have a reservation to make,” you tell him dryly. “I said we were busy.”

“Still, you didn’t even wait for him to finish introducing himself.”

“Would you have preferred I had?” you ask, glancing at him as he unlocks his apartment, watching as his smile falters as he shakes his head. “Why don’t you get along with them?”

Dazai shrugs but he seems a bit more awkward now as you step into his apartment. He tosses his books onto the coffee table and shrugs his backpack off onto the couch. You lean against the wall as you wait for him to respond, noting that his apartment is much cleaner than the last time you were here.

“They don’t like me,” he corrects absently, fiddling with a mug on his coffee table before bringing it over to the kitchen. “Most people don’t.”

There’s a silent question lingering at the end of the sentence—you know it, even if you couldn’t tell from the way the words hang, you can see it in the way his eyes draw over to you. Maybe he wants reassurance of some kind that you do like him, that you’re not just doing this because of the blackmail, but the words die on the tip of your tongue.

Instead, you say, “Go get changed. We’re running late already.”

Dazai looks disappointed by your words—you can see it in the way his shoulders slump and his lashes lower, the corner of his lips tightening—but he lets out a dramatic sigh, muttering something under his breath before going into his bathroom to change.

Luckily, it only takes him a few minutes to get changed into the suit. He comes out as he’s still buttoning up the waistcoat—jacket slung over his shoulder. Your eyes drop down to his slim waist, eyes lingering at how neatly the vest clings to it.

Kido really did a good job, you think, having to drag your eyes back up to his face as he finally shrugs the jacket on and looks back up at you.

“You look nice,” you compliment, watching as his cheeks flush just a shade darker. “I didn’t have time to change after my meeting. If I’d known you were going to be ten minutes late, I would’ve.” 

Dazai promptly scowls at you. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have waited until the last second to tell me. What if I already had plans?” he complains, but then adds, “… I think you look beautiful.”

“I wear this outfit everyday,” you dismiss, ignoring the way your chest flutters.

“I know,” he admits quietly. “You look beautiful everyday.”

Oh.

“We should go!” Dazai says suddenly, a bit too loudly to be casual. “We’re running late, aren’t we?” 

You clear your throat. “Yeah,” you say. “Come on, let’s go.” 

The walk back to your car is quiet—the students you’d left there are gone, thank god. You can feel Dazai looking at you every few seconds as if he wants to say something but can’t bring himself to say it. You have half a mind to just tell him to spit it out but you still find yourself a bit flustered so you just let it be until you’re in the car.

“Where are we going anyway?” Dazai finally asks as you pull out of the complex, twisting in the passenger seat to look at you. His eyes look almost golden beneath the rays of the sun, soft and excited, you can’t help the way your gaze lingers before you force yourself to focus on the road.

“You said you wanted to go to that restaurant by your campus, didn’t you?” you ask, tilting your head to the side to raise your eyebrows before looking forward again. “Taking you there.”

“The rooftop restaurant looking over the park?” Dazai splutters, eyes widening. “You remembered that? It’s so expensive, I-”

You don’t even acknowledge the last thing he was saying. Instead, you give him a squinty look before asking, “Why wouldn’t I remember?”

Dazai’s lips part as he stares at you like he’s trying to say something but can’t bring himself to. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you, it makes your heart twist in on itself. It’s too intense, too close to lo-

You don’t even let yourself finish that sentence, focusing back on the road as you change the subject. “They import crabs from the Beagle Channel in southern Argentina—best quality in the world, much better than that canned shit you eat every day.”

“What do you have against canned crab?” Dazai complains, leaning his head against the window. “You hate me. How did you even get a reservation at this place? They’re booked out like ten months in advance, we talked three days ago.”

You give Dazai a heavy side eye that he understands instantly from how he rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath that you don’t quite catch.

“What was that?” you ask, giving him a pointed smile.

“Nothing,” he scowls.

You smile to yourself, focusing on driving again. The restaurant isn’t far from his complex so you get there pretty quickly. Dazai is quiet for most of the rest of the ride aside from the occasional comment about his classes. He bitches about his engineering class and all of the irritating freshman boys that he’s taking it with because it’s a 101 class, tells you vaguely about how he’s on a roll for one of his projects for his poetry workshop, explains the plot of the book he’s reading for his creative writing class, and he notably does not mention anything about his journalism class—you don’t know if it’s because he’s too awkward to bring it up or what, but you’re grateful for it because the last thing you want to do is think about him working with Ui Koutarou to expose you as a mafia executive. You still don’t even entirely believe this isn’t some whole big scheme they concocted together.

You let the car roll to a stop in front of the tower the restaurant is in, leaving it running as you put it in park and nod for Dazai to get out. You get out yourself, grabbing the keys and tossing them over to the valet with a quick thanks before leading Dazai into the building.

He looks almost wonderstruck as he steps into the tower, brown eyes wide and glittering as he looks at all of the expensive decor in the lobby of the tower. You have to physically guide him forward, arm slipping around his waist to get him moving in the direction of the elevator, but as soon as you come in contact with him, he goes rigid. Your brows furrow, about to pull your arm back but before you can, he presses his palm against the back of your hand, holding your arm in place for a quick second. You can’t help the smile that twitches to your lips when his arm drops back to his side and you catch the pretty flush staining his cheeks as he pointedly looks away.

You lead him into the elevator, catching the pout that pushes at his lips when your arm leaves his waist and you’re going to tease him for it but then you catch the oddly intense look in his eyes as he gazes down at you.

“What is it?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he replies, throat bobbing as if considering what to say. “It’s just… no one has ever done this for me before.”

“It’s just dinner, Dazai,” you tell him, voice quiet as you look away, missing the way his expression drops at your words.

“Yeah,” he agrees, though he sounds strained now so you give him a concerned look that he tries to play off with a smile that’s too frayed at the edges for comfort. You’re about to call him out on it but you don’t get the chance because the elevator doors slide open to the restaurant on the top floor before you can.

A familiar face stands on the other side of the elevator, delighted at the sight of you. “Hime,” the owner of the restaurant greets as you step out of the elevator with Dazai, reaching out to clasp one of your hands with both of his. “I almost didn’t believe it when they said you called to see if we could get you a table tonight. It’s been so long.”

“Ah, Yoshida-san, you’ll have to forgive me,” you say with an easy smile. “You know how busy work can get.”

“Of course, of course,” Yoshida replies, glancing at Dazai and inclining his head to him. “This must be your date. Come, I’ll seat the two of you.”

Dazai looks a bit out of his depth, the smile on his face strained and an unsure look in his eyes so you reach out to hook your arm into his, leading him through the restaurant as you make idle talk with Yoshida. You’re pleased when he brings you to a table near the window with a view over the whole park and the distant bay. 

Yoshida bows his head down to the two of you and lets you get settled, you take a seat but then give Dazai an odd look when he just stands there with a contemplative expression. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing when he suddenly moves to grab the chair opposite you.

He drags the chair from his side of the table all the way to yours. The legs scrape the floor so loudly that it draws the attention of all of the other patrons of the restaurant. You stare at him, lips parted in disbelief, but Dazai only gives you a sweet smile in return. He’s entirely unperturbed, plopping the chair down right next to yours and taking a seat in it. He rests his elbow on the table, propping his chin on his hand and watching you with an indescribable look in his eyes.

“You’re the worst,” you tell him but there’s no heat to your words as the corners of your lips tug up.

“You love me anyway,” Dazai coos, gaze flickering down to your lips briefly before settling back on your eyes.

When a soft, pleased smile spreads across Dazai’s face as he leans in to nudge his shoulder against yours, you have to actively remind yourself that you’re only doing this because of the blackmail. 

Dazai is already lounging on your couch when you get up to your apartment. You don’t seem to notice him—you’re clearly unhappy about something, lips twisted down and brows furrowed as you talk to someone on your phone. It’s not until Dazai peeks his head up above the back of the couch to look at you do you finally catch sight of the movement, eyes flickering to the side to focus on him.

“Thanks, Tolstoy, I’ll let you know if I need him. I appreciate it,” you say before letting the phone drop from your ear and ending the call. 

For a horrifying second, your expression doesn’t change and all of those insecurities that he can’t push away—that you really are only doing this because of the video, that he’s forcing himself on you instead of giving you an excuse to actually be with him that goes above the fears that are haunting you. But then, you sigh and your shoulders slump. You toss your jacket onto the other couch before sitting with him on the one he’s sitting on, knees knocking against his.

“Hi,” Dazai says with a small smile, itching to shift closer to you but hardly refraining. “You’re late today.”

“You’re early,” you reply dryly but there’s a fond curl to the corners of your lips that makes Dazai feel nice and warm. “You know, I think you’ve been at my apartment more than yours the past week.”

Dazai’s smile becomes simpering. “Why would I stay in my small, dirty apartment when I could stay in your nice one?” he asks, watching as you roll yours. “Anyway, you love it when I’m here. Your apartment would be so lonely and boring without me.”

“It would be something alright,” you agree half-heartedly, leaning your head against the back of the couch and letting your eyes slide shut.

Dazai’s smile falters as soon as your gaze leaves him, an uncomfortable and unwelcome feeling spreading through his chest. Is he being too much? He has been spending a lot of time at your apartment but it’s because whenever he’s alone, his own thoughts threaten to consume him. They whisper too loudly about how you’d never be doing this without the blackmail, about how he’s so desperate to not be alone that he’d stoop to forcing you to hang out with him. They’re quieter when he’s here, even when you’re not, so he’s been spending as much time as possible in your apartment, doing his schoolwork and watching TV while he waits for you to come back.

“Long day?” Dazai finally asks to draw himself out of his own thoughts, watching as you look back over at him.

“Mhm,” you agree, leaning your head against the back of the couch. “Lots of meetings. All with people I don’t like.”

You’ve become a bit more open over the past week—you still don’t tell him anything of importance, of course, but you’re at least not avoiding just about every topic that edges somewhat close to your ‘business’. He still feels like he doesn’t know you as well as he should and he hasn’t tried to push that anymore since the night you showed up at his apartment. He wants to try to push again but he’s just worried that he’s going to take it too far and he’ll mess it up.

He supposes he should at least try to feel it out though.

“Can I ask something?” he asks after a moment, almost wincing when you immediately cast him a suspicious look.

“The last time you asked me that, you were trying to figure out if I was in the Mafia,” you say doubtfully and Dazai’s throat goes dry as you lean back against the arm of the couch and extend your legs outward onto his lap. Hesitantly, he drops his hand onto your ankle, grip becoming more firm when you don’t instantly pull away.

“Well, we’ve already figured that out,” Dazai says with a sweet smile but then lets the smile drop as he adds more seriously, “I just want to get to know you better.”

You sigh, watching him carefully for a moment before nodding. “Go ahead,” you say. “Ask.”

“What’s your ability?”

Instantly, you sigh and look away. Dazai’s heart drops and his lips part to say something else but he doesn’t know what.

“I can’t, Dazai,” you finally tell him and Dazai tries not to be disappointed but he can’t help the way his lashes lower. “It’s not-you shouldn’t even know I have an ability. Only a handful of people know. It’s literally the most confidential secret in the-I can’t.”

“But I already know you have one,” Dazai presses, his tone coming across as far too close to a whine considering the look you give him. “What’s the harm in telling me what it is?” 

“Dazai,” you say, voice becoming more edged. “You don’t understand what people would do to get intel on my ability—I’m not going to-”

“I just want to know you,” Dazai interrupts, words drawn out and throat tight. “I just-I want to know you.”

You stare at him for a moment and Dazai’s grip on your ankle tightens, expression dropping. Just as he’s about to drawback and give up, you sigh and look away from him.

“I can mess around with people’s minds,” you finally tell him, voice quiet. Dazai’s eyes widen, head snapping toward you as he waits for you to continue. “I can… induce different types of mental and physical states in the brain and mind.”

“Like… Emma Frost?” Dazai asks, squinting. You give him an odd look so he amends, “Like mind control?” 

“No,” you answer. “I can’t… control minds. I can like… induce short term changes in emotions and sensations. I’m not directly manipulating them but putting them into a state and letting them work with it. They can either snap themselves out of it or make it stronger.”

“... I see,” Dazai says slowly. “So, you can make someone happy but if something makes them sad after, it’ll snap them out of it?”

“Pretty much,” you hum but there’s a weird look on your face that tells Dazai that maybe you’re not saying everything. “Some emotions are easier than others. Happiness is more… fragile, harder to sustain in a target. Fear is much more… a lot like a parasite—once you put it in someone’s head, almost everyone will start to spiral. It’s much harder to break out of.”

“The mindkiller,” Dazai notes, quoting one of his favorite books, a bit of morbid curiosity spiking, wanting to know how he would fare.

You give him an amused look. “Now, you’re quoting Dune? Quite the broad taste in media.”

“You’ve read Dune, too?” Dazai gapes. “You must be my soulmate.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Ridiculously cute,” Dazai counters immediately, smile twitching at his lips when he sees the fond expression on your face.

Then, naturally, he makes a mistake. 

“Can you use it on me?” Dazai asks, leaning forward a bit. When you give him a sharp, alarmed look, he quickly fumbles out, “Not like anything big. I just want to see what it’s like. Just something sma-”

“No.”

“But-”

“No,” you say loudly, making Dazai draw back, hand falling from your ankle to rest on the couch next to him. You pull your legs off of his lap and sit up straight, turning your body away from him. “Just no, Dazai. Don’t ask me that again.”

“I didn’t mean-” Dazai starts to apologize but he’s flustered, not having expected a response like that from you. He fucked up. Again. Just as he was making progress. Again. “I don’t-”

“I can’t turn off my ability,” you tell him quietly after a moment. “It’s… always going to some extent. Making people around me more at ease so they feel more comfortable talking to me. I don’t like using it to its full extent if I don’t have to, not on people I consider friends at least. I never know if people… I don’t know who wants to be around me for me and who’s just influenced by my ability.”

Oh.

Dazai shifts closer to you, there’s an unreadable expression on your face as you stare ahead. He hesitates for a second before reaching out and grabbing your hand, forcing you to look at him.

“I want you for you,” Dazai stresses. When you start to shake your head and look away, he repeats, “I do. I-”

“You wouldn’t know, Dazai,” you say, voice tight. “That’s the issue, you wouldn’t know.”

“I would know,” Dazai tells you, squeezing your hand. “I would know, I want you. I do.”

You don’t respond to him this time, staring ahead and Dazai doesn’t know what to do because you look sad. You look lost in your own thoughts, consumed by whatever is running through your head. It’s familiar—the same way he probably looks whenever he lets the parasites in his brain start eating away, sending him down a dangerous spiral.

He wants to draw you out of it. 

More than that, he wants to kiss you again. Desperately. 

He’s yearned for it since that night in his apartment, spent long nights alone and aching for your company when he thought you were abroad. For days, he could feel his lips tingling with the ghost of yours still brushing against them, could feel the weight of your body on his hips, grounding him when he thought he would finally be consumed by the emptiness that perpetually plagues him. He thinks maybe he can draw you out in the same way you always do for him. 

He wants to kiss you, and he’s about to lean in to do just that, breath catching in the back of his throat as his body becomes prickly with nerves.

You turn your head away before he can, rising to your feet and making your way to your bedroom, leaving him damningly alone in the living room of your apartment. 

He lets out a shaky breath, staring down at his lap, a cold and unsure feeling taking root in his chest.

Dazai has become a constant presence in your life. 

At first, it caused you nothing but stress—you constantly feared that him showing up to your apartment would lead to unwelcome eyes learning of his existence but he’s been very careful entering and leaving the building, and Klaus has been on top of the cameras. You think it’s been around a week and a half, maybe two weeks since Dazai first confronted you about everything and in that week and a half (maybe two weeks), you don’t think a single day has gone by without you coming home to find Dazai curled up on your couch or hunched over your kitchen table.

Today is no different.

Your head is pounding when you make it up to your apartment, you’d spent two hours arguing with Chuuya over how to approach the issue with Shimazaki-kai. The Sun and Steel are struggling against them in Tokyo and Mishima Michiko had come to Yokohama personally to request assistance from the Port Mafia in routing them from Shibuya-ku. You don’t want to send Chuuya there—it’s only a matter of time before the Guild shows up in Yokohama to try to take the weretiger and you’ll need Chuuya here when they do. You can’t risk sending him off now.

But Chuuya wants to go there now—says that it’s a bad look that the Port Mafia started this conflict and is now leaving the Sun and Steel to suffer the consequences. And he’s right, but the Guild is more pressing than the Shimazaki-kai.

 It’s not often that the two of you disagree on tactical decisions, but when you do, the disagreements are stressful and explosive. Both of you are bullheaded and both of you are convinced that your decision is the correct one—and Lippmann wasn’t here to force you guys to settle down so it just became more and more heated until you finally stormed off.

You pause when you enter your apartment and hear a choppy tune being played on the piano in your living room—something you vaguely recognize as the beginning of Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude even with the many mistakes being made. Your stress and frustration slips away as you catch sight of Dazai sitting at the piano bench, so focused on the sheet music in front of him that he doesn’t even notice your arrival.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you quietly make your way over to him, watching as he pauses in the song and sighs, clearly frustrated by his mistakes. You take the opportunity to slide your hand across his shoulder blades; he jumps beneath your touch, eyes widening as he twists his neck to look up at you, cheeks flushing. 

“I didn’t know you played,” you say absently. “If you want, I can have the spare room on this floor made into a music room for you.”

You don’t know why you offer it, but you enjoy the look in his eyes as his gaze focuses on you: big and imploring, full of emotion. It’s a welcome change from the livid expression Chuuya had been casting your way for the past few hours.

“I don’t really,” Dazai says awkwardly. “I was just trying it out.”

“Well, do you like it?” you ask him, taking a seat on the bench next to him, fingers lingering on his lower back.

“I think so,” he tells you after a few moments, lashes fluttering as he looks down at the keys and then back up at you. “I think my mother used to play… I don’t really remember her, but I can vaguely remember a song she used to play.”

There’s an odd look in his eyes as he averts his gaze and you squeeze his side gently before saying, “Maybe the more you play, the more it’ll come back to you.

“Yeah, maybe,” he agrees half-heartedly, looking at you again, more carefully this time. “Are you okay?” 

You pause, not having expected him to catch onto your bad mood so quickly when you were doing your best to hide it, but you finally sigh and shake your head.

“Yeah,” you tell him, motioning for him to get up so the two of you can move over to the much more comfortable couch. “Stressful day. I thought you had class on Wednesdays.”

“It was online today,” Dazai says, propping his arms up on the back of the couch as he sits up. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be back until super late tonight.”

You scoff. “Yeah, until I got into a fight with Chuuya,” you mutter, making your way over to him to sit on the couch with him, looking at the puzzle he has spread out on your coffee table. “Where’d you get this?” 

Dazai gives you a sweet smile. “You left your computer open yesterday, I ordered some things.”

Dazai inches closer to you, there’s an indecipherable expression on his face, lips parted and eyes a bit wide. You can feel his knee nudging yours and you know what he wants. He’s been trying to make subtle moves on you for days but you just… You don’t know. You’re scared.

You’re scared.

You don’t think you’ve felt this way since you were a kid, trapped in that room in the military base on Tokoyami Island desperately trying to understand what your ability was so you wouldn’t be thrown back out into a warzone. Except now, it’s not just your fate on the line—every decision you make, Dazai’s life hinges on it and you’ve been making stupid ones for weeks. Even now, letting him stay at your apartment… Even if you do own all of the cameras, even if Klaus is on top of it, even if Dazai is being careful, it’s only a matter of time before a mistake is made.

You don’t know what you’re still holding out for. Maybe a chance to make him understand what exactly is at stake, break things off with you on his own… Maybe you’re waiting for something else. Your conversation with Tolstoy echoes through your head, his offer of sending Ilya Repin to you for you to utilize as you please.

Ilya Repin. A Crucession in Oakwood. 

Someone who can wipe Dazai’s memories of you so you can send him back off to live a normal life, make him forget he ever met you. It’s not something you want to do, fiddling with people’s minds… you know better than anyone that it’s not something to take lightly. But would it be worth it to ensure he lives? That he doesn’t get drawn any further into your shitshow life? The thought makes your chest ache painfully but if it means he would be safe.

You let out a shaky breath, looking away, and you can feel the disappointment emanating off of him, you can feel his fingers brushing your arm, but before you can say anything to him, you hear your elevator bing.

Someone arriving at your floor.

Your eyes widen as you rise to your feet, you cast Dazai a panicked look. He follows after you, unsure of what he should do. Klaus is across the city—he’s the only one that can come up to your apartment without permission besides-

Besides Chuuya.

Oh shit.

“Go to the kitchen,” you say, voice tight and stressed, you push Dazai forward to get him moving. You cannot let Chuuya know that Dazai is here. “Get to the-”

“Yo.” You hear Chuuya say, voice low and distracted as he steps into your apartment. He’s looking down at a bottle of wine, so you wave your hand at Dazai frantically, shooing him into the kitchen. He shoots you a panicked look before rushing into the kitchen. “I didn’t mean to let shit get so heated before.”

“You’re good,” you tell him, careful to keep the strain from your voice as Chuuya finally looks up from the bottle and makes his way over to you. “Takes two, I shouldn’t have been so quick to snap at you.”

“Nah.” Chuuya shakes his head, plopping down on the couch next to you. “You’ve been going through shit. The Boss constantly on your ass, having to drop that kid you liked-” shit “-I should’ve let it go instead of pressing. Brought you this.”

Oh, you’re in a bad spot. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts as you race to figure out what to do. You have to get Chuuya out of your apartment, but the man knows you so well that it’ll be impossible to do that without raising suspicion. If this were any other day and Dazai Osamu wasn’t hiding in your kitchen, you would be trying to worm more than just a bottle of wine out of Chuuya—probably dinner and a night out to go along with it—but he’ll want to crack open the bottle before going out and your wine glasses are in your kitchen.

Shit.

“An ‘82 Rothschild,” you drawl. “You’re really trying to butter me up.”

Chuuya gives you a smile that makes you feel guilty. “‘Cause I feel like shit,” he mutters and you hardly refrain from wincing because you know he wouldn’t if he knew the truth.

You think you might be the worst person alive. 

“How about we put it in the wine fridge and head out for the night?” you hum, nudging his shoulder. “Didn’t you want to try that new bar by the ports in Naka? The one Lippmann went to with his coworkers? We’ll save the wine for us to celebrate after we wipe out the Shimazaki-kai.” 

A good move. You almost pat yourself on the back for it—Chuuya’s been talking about this bar for weeks, but hasn’t gotten a break from work to actually go check it out. He was livid the other day when he found out Albatross and Iceman went without him. Plus, you implied that you’d give in a little on the argument you were having with him earlier; maybe you won’t send him to Tokyo to help the Sun and Steel but you could probably send Klaus or Akutagawa to ease Chuuya’s stress over the situation.

Please, please, please, please-

“Nah,” Chuuya says, shaking his head. “Maybe another night. I’ll go grab some glasses, find a movie?” 

Oh, fuck me.

“I’ll get them,” you say instead, too quickly from the way Chuuya is instantly casting a suspicious look in your direction so you pivot with: “I picked the last movie. It’s your turn.”

“You hate when I pick movies,” Chuuya says with a frown, studying you carefully before letting his eyes trail over to the kitchen. He’s thinking too hard, you realize, stressed, you need to make him stop before he figures out you don’t want him to go in there because once he realizes that, there’s no shot he won’t be rushing over there. “What’s really going on?” 

“Nothing,” you say easily. “I’m in the mood to trash one of your low budget horror movies.”

Chuuya instantly gives you an offended look and you think, for a moment, that you’ve succeeded. “Well, I’m not in the mood to hear you bitch halfway through the movie, so pick a damn movie.”

Chuuya rises to his feet, putting the bottle of wine down on the coffee table and you want to rip your hair out—why is he so fucking stubborn? You reach out to grab his wrist to stop him, teeth grinding together, and when Chuuya looks back at you, you know that he knows.

“What’s in the kitchen?” Chuuya asks, voice low.

“None of your business,” you reply, jaw tight. “Sit down and let me get the glasses.”’

“I don’t fuckin’ believe you,” Chuuya snaps and rips his wrist from your grasp and storms over to the kitchen. 

You race behind him, only able to watch as everything starts to crumble. You try to grab his wrist again but he slips out from your hold. For a scary second, you genuinely debate using your ability on him just to convince him to stop, to make him leave, but you disregard the thought as soon as it passes through your head, horrified with yourself.

“Chuuya, stop,” you say desperately, a last ditch attempt to make him stop, hoping that maybe when he hears how serious you are about this that he might reconsider, but it’s Chuuya, so of course he doesn’t.

You know it’s over when he freezes in the doorframe of your kitchen, staring into the room like he’s seen a ghost. Dreadfully, you come to stand at his side, looking over his shoulder to see what exactly he’s looking at, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.

Dazai sits on the floor, half hiding behind your counter but unable to fully because of his height; his legs are too long to fit behind the counter and his head is peeking above the marble, brown eyes wide as he looks between the two of you. He focuses his attention on Chuuya, who stares at him mutely in disbelief.

Dazai finally says, “Your hat is tackier in person.”

Oh my god.

Chuuya doesn’t even react to the snide comment which you think is testimony to how angry he really is. He drags his gaze from Dazai over to you and you can see the rage swimming in his eyes. You don’t know how to approach this—Chuuya is always unpredictable when he’s angry—so you think maybe you should wait for him to say something first, but that’s also risky because once he’s set off, he’s set off. 

“You lied to me,” Chuuya says, voice low. “I was sitting here feeling guilty and-”

“I didn’t lie to you,” you interrupt, shaking your head, but that only pisses Chuuya off more from the way he shoots a pointed look at Dazai. “I didn’t. I did cut him off, Chuuya. I-”

“He’s sitting on your kitchen floor,” Chuuya’s spits, voice raising as he works himself up. “You let me sit here feeling guilty about this when-”

Chuuya suddenly cuts himself off, eyes widening as he stares at you, and a pit forms in your stomach, realizing he must have just come to another conclusion. Distress begins to pile in your chest because you can’t figure out what to do, frustration because this wasn’t supposed to happen. You want to look over to Dazai but you know it will only serve to piss Chuuya off even more.

“‘Is that what she told you?’” Chuuya whispers Mori’s words from a few weeks ago. “Don’t even tell me that the war with the Inagawa-kai began because of him. You told me they attacked you.”

You grimace, turning your face away and Chuuya lets out a high and reedy laugh, eyes wild with disbelief. You can feel Dazai’s curious eyes on you and you just want to curl in on yourself.

“We went to war with two Yakuza syndicates because of him-”

“We went to war because of what happened with your-” you begin to say, angry at the hypocrisy.

“And she died anyway,” Chuuya shouts, a familiar, eerie red glow beginning to emanate from his hands as he starts to lose control of his ability in his anger. “You couldn’t save her then, what makes you think you can save him now?”

You draw back as if you’d been slapped—you think you might’ve been better off getting slapped than hearing Chuuya say that. You stare at him blankly, watching as he looks over at Dazai, but you can’t bring yourself to follow his gaze.

“It would be more merciful if I just killed him now,” Chuuya says coolly. “Spare him from-”

You only move when he takes a step forward, grabbing his wrist and pressing your forearm hard against his upper chest to shove him into your fridge. Chuuya doesn’t expect you to get physical so his eyes widen as his back hits the fridge, gaze darting back to focus on you. The familiar feeling of the Tainted Sorrow sweeps over your body, coating you in that destructive red glow. 

For a moment, neither of you move.

“We both know you won’t use your ability on me,” you finally say, keeping your voice low. “I’ll fuck up your brain so badly that you won’t be able to look at yourself in the mirror for weeks if you take another step toward him.”

Chuuya doesn’t budge for a second, the tension in the room rising with each passing second. After a few minutes, he finally turns off his ability, taking in a deep breath as he shakes his head and looks away. You step back and Chuuya sighs as he leans against the fridge, forcing himself to look back at you.

“I did cut him off after we talked… ish,” you tell him and Chuuya gives you a flat look. “I did. I ran into him at the ports. One of the kyodai of the Inagawa-kai showed up, saw me with him. Klaus killed him. We had to act before they found out we drew first blood.”

“Oh my god,” Chuuya complains, pressing his hands to his eyes. “You-I had to use Corruption. The entire northern ward-”

“I know, Chuuya,” you say tightly. “I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. I-”

You let out a breath, glancing once at Dazai who’s watching you with an indecipherable expression and then ask Chuuya, “Can we go into the other room?”

Dazai’s head snaps toward you, an offended expression on his face, but you ignore him. “You’re talking about me-” he starts to protest but Chuuya gives him a sharp look that makes Dazai blanch even more, looking to you for support but you look away, missing the way his expression crumbles.

As soon as the two of you are in the other room, Chuuya gives you a hard look, waiting for you to continue.

“I cut him off after what happened at the port and I ran into him again at the event a few weeks ago,” you say quietly. “His professor for one of his classes is a journalist working for the Ivory Eagle, he has three kids—including Dazai—doing his dirty work trying to find proof of the Mori Corporation being a front for the Port Mafia.”

Chuuya stares at you. “What?” he asks blankly.

“Yeah, I know,” you grimace. “Dazai found the proof. He has a video of us from behind the Tokyo City Hall.”

“You’re letting yourself be blackmailed by a college student?” Chuuya demands loudly. You give him a sharp look, but it’s too late, Dazai is already looking into the room with an indecipherable expression on his face, lashes lowering as his gaze falls to the ground. “You’re a fucking mafia executive, are you fucking with me right now?” 

Your eye twitches in frustration, casting one last look in Dazai’s direction, watching the way his brows furrow as he thinks up a storm in that head of his—nothing good, you’re sure, but you can’t do anything about it right now.

“I’m not going to kill him, Chuuya,” you hiss under your breath. “Would you have killed her if she found out?”

Chuuya lets out a heavy breath and looks away, not answering your question but that’s an answer in itself.

“Look,” you continue, glancing at where Dazai had been standing only to realize that he’d walked away. You sigh and lower your voice. “I’m working on something. I just… I need time to figure out how to go about it. I don’t want him in this life either, Chuuya. I’m not that selfish.”

Yes, you are, a distant part of you whispers. Otherwise, you would have handled this as soon as he came to your apartment that first day.

Chuuya shakes his head. “You need to be careful. You have him in our headquarters, in your apartment. Do you know how thin of a line you’re treading? The slightest slip up-”

“I know, Chuuya,” you say, strained. “I know.”

“Figure it out quickly,” Chuuya murmurs. “I’ll do what I can in the meantime to keep the heat off of you. Just… quit fucking around.”

Chuuya gives you a steady look and you know that he knows that you’re using this as an excuse to indulge in Dazai when you shouldn’t be. You can hardly hold his gaze, lashes fluttering as you look down. He reaches out to squeeze your forearm and you turn your head away, trying to figure out what the fuck you’re going to say to Dazai.

“Yeah, I will.”

Dazai pretends like everything is fine.

He’s still sitting cross-legged on your bed when you finally come looking for him, hands in his lap and back straight. You lean against the doorframe, an uncharacteristically soft expression on your face as you look at him—Dazai hates it, because he knows that he’s not going to like whatever you’re about to bring up to him so he decides he needs to evade the conversation in whatever manner possible.

“Did that pipsqueak leave?” Dazai huffs, only finding a bit of consolation in the way your lips curl up into a smile at his insult.

“He did,” you agree, pushing off the doorframe to make your way over to him. Dazai swallows thickly when you take a seat in front of him on the bed. You lean back on your hands, head falling to the side as you observe him. “I didn’t think he was coming over today. We’d just gotten into an argument so things were already tense. I’m sorry that it blew up on you like that.”

Dazai doesn’t want to talk about this, so instead, he smiles and says, “It’s fine. Do you want to watch a movie?” 

Your brow furrows at the way he dismisses your comment—god, he doesn’t want to talk about this. He knows where it’s going to lead, he knows you’re only doing this because of the blackmail and he knew from day one that it wasn’t going to work forever but he’d hoped maybe he’d be able to woo you before then, make you want him for him, want him enough to decide he’s worth the risk. He should’ve known better—he really should have—but he’s not ready to let go just yet.

So, before you can bring it back up again, Dazai forces the smile on his face to come across a little more genuine as he tilts his head and hums, “I found a good horror movie. I’m stealing your pillow to hide behind while we watch.”

Please.

He knows you can see through the sweet smile and honeyed words but he begs you to just pretend you don’t one last time. After what feels like an eternity, you finally sigh, gaze dropping to your lap for a second before you look back up at him and say, “You’re not taking my pillow.”

Dazai doesn’t have to force a smile now, lighting up as he waves your pillow in the air and sings, “Too late!” before darting off the bed and into the other room.

“Dazai!” you call after him loudly and he tosses a smile over his shoulder before disappearing into the other room. He can hear you chasing after him and though his chest does feel a bit lighter, he can’t push away the cold, empty feeling that’s slowly starting to consume him.

[talaok]

Could you write about Pedro x Reader's first kiss? She's also an actress, and they became great friends while filming a movie together. Eventually, they fall in love... and, well, their first kiss happens. Just something really fluffy and romantic :) love u

Pairing: Pedro pascal x gn!reader

a/n: love you more <3 babe, also for some reason I wrote the beginning of this like it's the monologue at the start of a rom-com so don't mind that, i haven't written in a while, i need to get back into it

You weren't looking for love.

You weren't looking for anything really, just a new job, a new role, a reason to get away from the city for a while, and then... and then as always life got in the way.

They say love comes when you're least expecting it, and I guess they were right, because if there was one thing you weren't expecting, was to fall in love with the guy you spilled coffee on your first day on set.

But then again, already then you knew something was different, as he laughed while you stood there mortified, as picked up the cup for you, as he smiled like you'd just done him a favor, as he said "y/n, right? I already like you", already then, you had known something was different.

Pedro became your lifeline, he was the person who made you get through every day, he was the one who made you smile, laugh and even giggle like a teenager at the most inappropriate times, he was the one you'd go to after every rough day, and he was the one you'd rant to whenever you needed, and for him... for him you became exactly the same.

You were inseparable, on and off set, you were always together, but always just as friends. Perhaps you were scared of that deep, guttural feeling that was starting to settle in your chest, and perhaps he was terrified of the idea of making the first move, of confessing that you were an everlasting thought in his mind, that his heart skipped a beat at your every smile, he was petrified at the idea you could reject him, and nothing would ever be the same, but as it turns out, all you needed were a few drinks and a wrap-up party for your movie.

You had sneaked out into a quieter room because you didn't like parties all that much, and there was no chance in hell he was leaving you alone.

You were sitting on a sofa, resting for a moment, when you said: "so I guess this is the last time we'll see each other for a while"

And he'd frowned, turning to you

"What are you talking about?"

"well we won't see each other every day now that the movie's done, that's all" you shrugged, biting your lip,

And for some reason, that made him laugh

"sweetheart if you think you're getting rid of me this easily, you're sadly mistaken"

"oh-wh-" you smiled "I don't wanna get rid of you!"

"I sure hope so" he tilted his head, grinning 

"of course not" you shook your head, fixing the collar of his shirt "You..." you trailed off, freezing as your eyes met his, and you realized how close you really were.

"I what?" he asked, the smile on his face decreasing as he too, started sensing the tension building in the room.

"You know, asshole" you murmured

"No I don't" he argued, his hand on your waist "What were you about to say?"

You tried taking a deep breath, but your lungs weren't really cooperating, and his hand felt very pleasant on your body.

"You... you're important to me Pedro" you confessed, your voice faint, honest.

And right then, right then he knew that this was the turning point, the moment he was gonna have to risk it all, or regret it for the rest of his life.

"you're important to me too y/n" he whispered, gently leaning closer, until his mouth was ghosting yours "Very important," he said, before inevitably, his lips met with yours and you both let go, let go of your fears, and opened up to each other, to love, to everything that could, and will now be.

[sthavoc]

Hiii! Love your work! Could you do one like there are rumors Enzo really likes skinny blondes and you feel insecure of your curves and dark hair and eyes so you avoid him to not fall harder for him and he notices, but then all of you go out to have fun and you start dancing bachata with a stranger but Enzo is like oh hell no let me show you how to dance with a real man, you can choose the ending ! thank youuuuu

🕺🏼💃🏻⭒˚｡ 𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x darkhair!curvey!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: after hearing about the rumors of enzo only liking blondes with skinny bodies, you attempt to push your feelings aside by avoiding him. Which Is not easy to do so when both of you are in the same friend group and get invited to go out for a few drinks. but as they say, rumors are just rumors.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: alcohol. jealousy

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: holy crap you’re blessing us with this request!! I hope u enjoy it!<3 and omg it reminded me of this edit that i’ll leave the link HERE if u haven’t seen it… yk I had to use that song. I hope there’s no grammar mistakes.

You don’t remember the last time you ever felt like you wanted to cry for a boy. Or in this case, a man. That was because you never did. I mean, not for a man but you did for boys. Always setting their standards to perfect. That pissed you off.

So when you heard about the rumors of Enzo only having an eye for blonde-headed girls with skinny waists and perfect bodies, you felt as if your chance of being with him was gone. Yet you couldn’t help but like him, and you were mad at yourself for that. Your heart would ache with the feeling that every time you thought you had finally found someone with a good kind heart would turn out to want something you just didn’t have. You started thinking the only way to get rid of those feelings was to ignore him, and you started to do so.

Every day after work, if the guys invited you somewhere and you knew Enzo would be there, your immediate answer would always be. “Lo siento tengo cosas que hacer.” or “No me siento bien.”

Which was all bullshit. The guys themselves knew it was bullshit, but they didn’t want to push it. Matias knew the truth though. He once caught you crying after a scene and you couldn’t lie to him, you told him everything. He tried his very best to make you feel better, almost using every small technique he would know due to his relationship with Male. You were thankful, but nothing would help. After those days that you had cut all kinds of contact with Enzo, you felt as if you were getting better.

It's possible that your feelings for him may have faded, but you won't know for sure until you see or talk to him. However, you don't want to take that risk.

You were currently in the process of gathering your belongings to head back to your hotel room for a relaxed afternoon. You had planned on spending the day watching a movie, maybe sipping on some wine. While making your way towards the exit, Juani appeared in front of you with a grin on his face, causing you to come to a sudden halt and emit a squeaky noise from your sneakers.

“Juani, no espantes por Dios.” You sighed staring at the blue-eyed boy. “¿Que se te ofrece?” Your hand clutched the strap of your duffle bag that rested on your shoulder.

“Que vengas de joda con nosotros.” His brows raised and yours furrowed. “Dale que ya no sales con nosotros nunca. Te la vives en el hotel.”

He was right. Being alone in your hotel room every night made you feel like you were back in high school, when you would stay home every day because you had no one to hang out with. But now, you do have people to spend time with, and yet you're pushing them away. All because of a man.

You blinked a couple of times before you swallowed for your answer. “Bueno, dale.”

Juani throws a thumbs up in the air and smiles behind you which makes you confused. His action made you turn around and you noticed some of the guys there. Juani focused his attention on you and then spoke—

“A las 7:00 p.m.” He points at you before heading back to the group of guys who you assumed were waiting for him.

—

The music was blasting in your ears, and you could feel the thumping rhythm echoing through your chest. This was just the kind of hang-out you needed, a break from all the overthinking about the Enzo situation and the draining work. It was time to let loose and have some fun.

Until—

“Hasta que te dejas ver nena.” Enzo.

Your cheeks held the bitter liquor and you swallowed slowly as you looked at him. A nervous laugh escapes your lips before you respond. “Sí. ¿Verdad?”

“Te diría que me estuvieras evitando eh.” Which you were doing.

“No-no. Cómo crees.” You lied as a scowl followed your complexions.

You were relieved when the rest of the boys joined you and were quick to take Enzo’s attention. A sigh escaped your lips as you waved for the bartender to fill up your cup again. You didn’t take long to down it all and ask for another, that was until you felt a figure sit on to the stool next to you. Your face turned towards their direction and it was a guy.

“Una chica como tú no debe de andar sola eh.” He raises his brows for a second before his index finger points towards you.

You chuckled dryly as you responded. “No, no estoy sola. Estoy con ellos.” You motion towards the boys, while glancing back. That’s when you realized Enzo was gone.

“Tienes a tu equipo de guardaespaldas.” He jokes causing a giggle to leave your lips. “Te invito otra.” pointing towards your glass he calls the bartender to refill your glass.

“Gracias pero no tenías por qué.” You smiled kindly.

“Para nada. Eres linda y te ves como el tipo de chica que es divertida.” He shrugged taking a sip of his drink. “¿Como te llamas?”

“T/N.”

“Alejandro.”

“Mucho gusto.” You took a sip of your drink.

After a moment you turned to look around and you saw everybody on the dance floor move without a care in the world. You wanted to dance, and it seemed like Alejandro noticed it too.

“¿Bailamos?” He requested. You thought about it for a moment, and you weren’t going to deny that he was cute. But this was also someone who could maybe be interested in you. Plus, this was supposed to be a fun night out.

“Sí.” You grabbed his hand and walked over to the dance floor.

The boys watched as you walked away with Alejandro. Some looked surprised and some had smirks on their lips. The music changed into a Spanish one. Bachata to be exact. Propuesta Indecente by Romeo Santos played. Everyone who had a partner started to dance and move their hips sensually. Alejandro’s hands began resting on the curve of your hips and you positioned yours to lock behind his neck.

The two of you began to move your hips to the music and you would roll your body against his. Though you hadn’t noticed it, Enzo was staring at the both of you dance. He had gone to the bathroom and when he came back, he wasn't pleased with what he saw.

“Te la robaron pelotudo.” Juani makes fun of him. Enzo only turned to look at him with a cold stare. “No me mires así que no es mi culpa.”

“¿Quien es ese?” Enzo asked with a motion of his chin towards the both of you.

“No sabemos, vino y se le acercó a la nena.” Rocco took a sip of his drink and then answered.

Enzo could only continue staring at the two of you before he thought of something. He downed his drink before he turned to look at Juani. “Fíjate que a mí nadie me la roba.”

“Espérate pero que haces salame.” Matías’ voice only got quieter as Enzo walked closer to the both of you and got farther from them.

Your heart leaped into your throat as you and Enzo locked eye while stopping Alejandro.

“¿No te molesta si dejas que te la robe?” Enzo directed a question towards Alejandro, but his gaze seemed to be fixed on you.

“Eh— no, no. Para nada.” After a brief pause, he strode off the dancefloor.

“¿Pero que haces? Sí estábamos bailando perfectamente.” You questioned with furrowed eyebrows. He was ruining your moment.

“Ay, dale chiquita que eso no fue bailar bien—” He grabbed your hand, setting his on your waist before he pulled you towards him making you bump your chest onto his. His action made you look up at him. “Yo te enseño a bailar con un hombre.”

His leg was set between yours and you felt how he began to move the two of you. With his hands on your hips, you didn’t even need to move them, he guided you. His whole body rolled on yours, and you felt how his hand turned you around so you would back face him. This was new. Your lips were opened in surprise as his breathing hit your neck. Your hair was all messy and a few strings rested on your face. You could even feel how the exposed skin of your stomach came in contact with the pads of his fingers.

He pulled back as he began to twirl you around for a few seconds. Your hair moved everywhere with you as he kept increasing the speed of your twirl. Until he stopped and pulled you back towards him when the beat dropped. Your breathing was insane as you looked up to him, he only stared at you with a smirk while he continued to rest his hands on the curves of your waist.

Before the song ended, he added a final twist where he ended up pulling you by the back of your neck and connecting your foreheads. As the music changed, you became aware of your breath and adjusted it to a more comfortable level.

He chuckled when he noticed that you were left speechless.“¿Que, te comió la lengua el ratón?”

You stammered around your words but managed to spit them out. “No sabía que bailabas tan bien.”

“No es algo que haga con cualquiera.” He shrugged not thinking too much about it.

You gazed at him, your cheeks flushed with warmth. “Pues eres muy bien bailador.”

As he gazed at you, a surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins, emboldening him to ask the question that had been on his mind—

“¿Me dejas llevarte a comer?” He speaks without thinking once again.

“¿Me estás invitando a salir?” To be fair, you seemed genuinely confused about everything that was happening.

“Sí.” He nodded not thinking much of his answer.

You experienced a mix of emotions - happiness because he asked you out, but confusion because you thought he had a specific taste, which wasn't you.

“Pensé que solo te gustaban las rubias.” You had decided to speak your thoughts. That question had made Enzo confused, and his expression briefly revealed his bewilderment—

“¿Como?”

“¿Sí. Rubias, con cuerpos perfectos” A nod followed your words. Enzo laughed, causing anger to rise in your face.“¿De que te ríes?”

“¿De donde sacas tremenda cosa nena?” As he talks, he draws out the final word, while putting his hand in the air and scrunching his eyebrows.

“todos lo dicen.” You say, which only adds to his confusion.

He clicked his tongue as he opened his mouth. “Ya y con todos imagino que decís las fans.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked at you. “Nena, no puedes creer todo lo que ves en el internet.”

You swallowed, a bit embarrassed. “Tienes razón.”

“Esta bien. ¿Pero qué dices? Déjame llevarte a una cita. Y te demuestro que no solo me gustan las rubias con cuerpos perfectos.” He came closer.

He had a sincere expression on his face, indicating that he was telling the truth. You couldn't deny that you were pleased to hear that the rumors about the man you liked were false. You still had a chance with him, and you weren't going to let it slip away.

“Dale.” You smiled as his lips mirrored your expression.

[jenoslutie]

i saw your requests were open and im really craving jeno filth rn. can i request a blurb of mean/angry jeno wanting to try anal spur of the moment while fucking but theres poor prep. can there be focus on degrading, humiliation, & dacryphilia? i saw on your requests that you write some hard kinks so hopefully this works (if not, ignore me). thank you!

pairing: jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut

wc: 1501

warnings: degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, anal (with little to no prep), mentions of haechan, angry jeno.

a/n: thank u anon!! im so sorry im replying so late i've been suffering with severe lack of motivation but thank u to @jenomov for motivating me to write this luv u bb!!

Ever since you and Jeno got home earlier, hes been upset and he won't tell you why. All you remember was being at a little get together with him and his friends and midway during the night he took you by the hand and told you that you guys would be leaving. The whole car ride was silent and you honestly don't have a clue what could be wrong with him. You'd assume one of his friends may have said something that pissed him off but if that did happen he would've mentioned it to you. All your attempts of trying to ask him have been pushed away with him either ignoring you or simply telling you to not worry about it.

"Jeno?" You walked into your shared bedroom after washing up where he was at his desk playing video games, already having changed into a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt. "Can you talk to me? what's wrong?" and much like the other times, he ignored you once again. Being fed up with his silent treatment, you went up to where he sat at his desk and took his headphones off his head, placing them on his desk and turning the chair around so he'd finally look at you for the first time since you'd gotten home today.

"Jeno, talk to me please, what's wrong? I don't know what I did and it's making me feel like shit knowing that I upset you and I don't even know what I did" Jeno groans, not amused that you reminded him of it again. "You know what, fine I'll fill you in." He sat you down on the floor in front of him and his voice was awfully calm which was a stark contrast to his demeanour from less than a minute ago. He tucks your hair behind your ear and ran his hands through your hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling it roughly, making you wince.

"I was looking for you the whole time today but where did I end up finding you? Sitting outside with Haechan. You know how he feels about you yet you still entertained it like some attention whore." He sneered as he says this and tugs on your hair harder.

Now you remember.

Jeno seemed to be occupied with his friends so you and Haechan decided to go and get some drinks from the kitchen before sitting outside and people watching. There was barely any dialogue exchanged other than some random comments the both of you made when you saw someone doing something funny.

So you tell Jeno that.

"You know, if you really want to slut yourself out to Haechan while your boyfriend is busy with his friends then go ahead. But for now, come on, strip" Jeno was seeing red at this point. He was already upset that you ditched him and when he finally did find you, he found you hidden away with his friend who's had feelings for you since time. What added on to his anger was you were wearing this skin tight black romper with no bra underneath so everyone could clearly see every curve of your body and your very hard nipples.

He watched you as you got rid of that stupid romper that made you look even sexier than you already were. "come on, take off those panties too, sluts like you don't need those. I'm surprised you even wore any in the first place." you complied with a slight frown, the situation was so arousing to you right now but you couldn't show him just how much it was affecting you. Jeno hummed as your naked body stood before him, his fingers finding their way to your nipples to toy with them before bringing his mouth to one and flicking his tongue over it making you moan softly. However that didn't last long until Jeno got off his chair and sat you on it instead. You brought your hand down to your sopping wet cunt and realized your wetness was dripping down onto his chair. You knew Jeno wouldn't be happy about it considering his mood right now so you chose not to even mention anything about it until he'd notice himself. Which clearly didn't last long because when Jeno looked down to where your hand was, he saw the mess that was made on his new gaming chair.

"What the fuck is this hmm?" Jeno raised his eyebrows at you making you close your legs and look down in shame. "You know, I was thinking of letting you off easy but I don't think you deserve it today. Get on your knees and clean up your mess." You whimpered at his degradation. As harsh as his words may get, you know he doesn't mean it at the end of the day. So you obeyed his command and fell to your knees and lapped up your arousal from his chair, leaving an arguably bigger mess but you know Jeno never really minded in the first place.

"Good girl. Get on the bed baby" You followed all his commands with no hesitation. Making your way over to the bed with him trailing behind you. He sat you on the bed before getting rid of his shorts and shirt. Immediately, you knew what that meant so you got right to work, licking at his tip before taking his length in your mouth. Sucking him off like you know he likes. Making a mix of his groans and the sound of you gagging from his length hitting the back of your throat fill the room.

He pulled you off him before he was able to reach the edge. "Get on your hands and knees." And you obeyed, arching your back the way he likes it. What you didnt expect was to feel his cock circling your rim. it's not your first time doing this with him but there was barely any prep or foreplay to prepare you for this. "Jeno? I dont think I'm prepped enough for anal right now..." you trailed off to which he slapped your ass in response. "You can take it I know you can, It'll feel good I promise" Dropping down a glob of spit to 'lubricate' your hole before he slid in just his tip around your hole, hips stuttering from the feeling of your hole squeezing him in. The pain was too much making your eyes well up "Jeno fuck..it hurts so much" And as if to make it better, he dropped another glob of spit on your hole to make the stretch more bearable (it didnt help much). When he finally bottomed out in your ass he let out a loud groan which you could almost feel from the way his cock twitched inside you. Your cheeks were stained with tears as you fought the urge to beg him to at least use some lube but the thought quickly went to the back of your head when he started pounding into your ass while rubbing at your clit.

"Jeno fuck" you sniffled and you didnt expect Jeno to fucking whimper at your tone. "Fuck baby are you crying?" He chuckled softly, flipping you onto your back to observe your messy tear stained face.

"You're so fucking pretty when you cry baby it makes me wanna ruin you more often. You like when I fuck you hard like this?" You nod and soon the pain is mixed with pleasure when he rubs at your clit harder and your arousal trails down to where his cock is pounding into you.

"Gonna cum Jeno feels so good" Jeno knew you were close from the way you tightened up around him and your legs shook around his waist. "Cum baby. show me that pretty teary face when you cum." And you did. Your orgasm hit you so hard that you sob even harder, your face a mix of tears and drool that made Jeno's high to follow right behind yours. He buried his cock all the way inside you and you feel the hot white ropes of cum filling you up.

Jeno slowly pulled out and collapsed next to you, wiping the tears off your face. "You're so good to me baby sorry if I was too rough today." You shook your head with a smile, not trusting your voice to do you any justice in the moment. Jeno returned the smile and gave you a soft kiss to your forehead.

"And just so you know, I'm not mad about the Haechan thing anymore. It was a stupid thing to get mad about I'm sorry" You smiled at the man before you. Jeno less than 10 minutes ago was nothing compared to the Jeno you were seeing right now.

"It's okay, I love you and only you okay?" He hummed with a smile, giving you another kiss to your forehead before he went off to get something to clean you up with.

[vilevenom]

Hello, Anon! Thank you for your prompt!

I've seen a couple of fics where Branch has that conversation with his brothers, and it tends to get explosive. I tried to take a bit more of a calmer approach to it to help with the fluff. I also won't lie, John almost stole the spotlight from Branch, but I managed to wrangle it back, lol

Enjoy!

Things had been going so well. Branch's brothers were all sat in his bunker, clustered around his tiny kitchen table, the surface laden with half empty plates of snacks and various cups and glasses from drinks they had been going through as the evening had progressed. But then, there was a lull in conversation.

"Hey, uh…not to be that troll, guys-" Clay began, interrupted by a quiet snort from John Dory.

"Then don't."

Clay shot John a glare, but continued, a look of concern settling on his face as he looked to Branch. "Look, I don't wanna be the troll to bring the mood down, but I gotta know. It's been bugging me since you said it, Bitty B." He ignored Branch's grumpy "It's Branch", pressing on as he fiddled with his mug of tea. "Did Grandma really get eaten?"

A hush quickly settled over the brothers. Branch looked taken aback by the question, while John scowled at Clay. Bruce looked a bit squeamish as he stared at his own glass of water, while Floyd gasped and sat back in his chair.

"What happened to grandma?!" Floyd asked, turning urgently to Branch.

Branch looked distinctly uncomfortable, swallowing thickly to try and rid himself of the sudden lump that had formed in his throat. "Oh, right. That," he mumbled, pulling his hands from where they'd sat on the table top to fiddle in his lap. He took a deep breath, trying to think of the best way to explain to his brothers what the last two decades of his life had entailed. "Okay. Quite the change of topic," he let out a nervous laugh. His brothers deserved to know what had happened to their grandmother. "I guess I'll just start at the beginning. Uhm…a year or two after you all left, the chef started grabbing one or two trolls at random, rather than just on Trollstice. We never knew when, or even why. I think, in retrospect, the previous Bergen king probably just got greedy and wanted to feel happy outside of Trollstice." He cleared his throat, glancing up at his brothers, who were now all staring at him intently. He flushed, ducking his head back down to stare at the crumbs on the plate in front of him. "So, one day, grandma and I were outside. She was hanging laundry, while I practiced singing." He clenched his fists in his lap, feeling tears well up in his eyes. "I got so wrapped up in my song, I didn't hear her yell. I didn't notice until she was running at me. I looked up, and there was chef. Reaching for me." He paused to take a shuddering breath, letting tears slowly track down his cheeks. "Grandma pushed me out of the way. She got taken, instead."

"Oh, Branch," Floyd murmured softly next to him, his brothers hand landing gently on his shoulder. He shrugged it off out of habit, curling a bit in on himself in his chair.

"If I'd been paying attention, she wouldn't have been grabbed," Branch muttered, his colors dulling slightly as he spoke.

"That's not your fault, B," Bruce said, shaking his head as he put his hand on the table in front of Branch, "You were just a kid." He paused, noticing the way Branch's blue fur seemed to grow a shade duller. "Does the color of your fur have something to do with…all that?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Branch sighed, rubbing his hands roughly over his face, angrily wiping tears away. His brothers should be furious at him for getting their grandma killed, but they were treating him so gently. He was both angry on their behalf, but also relieved that they hadn't walked out on him once again. "Yeah. I turned grey after that."

A collective, quiet gasp went around the table.

"Grey? For how long?" John Dory asked, sitting forward in his seat, "It had to have been a long time, if you're still dark."

Branch glanced up, a sardonic little smile on his face. "I guess twenty years is a long time."

"No way. Twenty?! Branch…" Clay shook his head as he trailed off, disbelief on his face.

"I had to take care of myself, after that. Other trolls thought there was something wrong with me, because I didn't sing or dance anymore. I was never happy. King Peppy was good about telling trolls to leave me alone, but that was a bit of the problem. They all just…left me alone," Branch explained, feeling Floyd's hand on his shoulder again. This time he let it stay. "When we escaped the troll tree, I almost got caught in the tunnels. I was small, and because of my colors I almost blended into the dark. No one really noticed me. Somehow, though, I made it out. I travelled with the other trolls until we found where we would build pop village. I was about five or six when I started digging the bunker."

"Six?! Oh, Branch," Bruce said, tears in his eyes. Branch glanced at him, and he could tell his brother was thinking about his own children, and what might become of any of them if they were left on their own at that age.

"You're made of tough stuff, kid," John piped up from across the table, lifting his chin defiantly as his other brothers shot him glares. "You made it. You persevered, and survived. I'm proud of you."

Branch blinked, shocked by the sudden show of support from his oldest brother. It made something angry and bitter flare in his chest, though. He clutched a hand to his chest, letting out a breath. He sniffed back the tears that had formed in his eyes again, glowering slightly as he looked around the table at his brothers. "It would've been easier if any of you had come back."

At that his brothers all immediately looked guilty. Floyd especially as his parting words rang in his head. He wrapped his arms around himself in a self-soothing gesture, staring at the table as Branch spoke.

"I'm angry, and I'm sad. I feel so bitter about all those years, where it seemed like none of you even /thought/ of me," Branch said, turning his gaze upon each of his brothers until each one, in turn, looked away in shame. He waited a moment for his words to settle, before speaking again. "But…I'm also so happy to have you all back in my life. Even if it's twenty years too late. I missed you guys. Every day."

"Branch," Floyd gasped next to him, his voice waving as tears ran down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry. We're all sorry," he added, glancing at the others, who all nodded in agreement. "I don't have any excuses. I should have come back," he said, reaching out to take Branch's hand. "I made you a promise, and I broke it. And I don't really think there's anything I can do to make it up to you."

Branch gave Floyd's hand a little squeeze, offering a watery smile. "You can. You can stay. You can spend time with me, and we can get to know each other again."

"I would love that, Branch."

"I just want to state, for the record," John Dory piped up from across the table, "I did come back."

Clay rolled his eyes, while Bruce scoffed, but John sat firm, a look of determination on his face as he stared Branch down. "I did come back, and I thought you were dead."

"You thought he was dead? Come on, John, that's a bit much," Clay snorted, shoving lightly at his brothers shoulder. But John just shook his head, scowling.

"I thought you were all dead," John stated bluntly. "I came back after the trolls escaped. The tree was dead, and most of the pods were wrecked. I had no idea you all left Grandma's pod after I did. What else was I supposed to think?"

"You just assumed we all died? Not that we'd escaped?" Bruce asked, arching an eyebrow at John.

"We left when the escape plan was still in talks. A small handful of trolls getting away wasn't unheard of, but the whole tree? I mean, I had a little hope, but what was the likelihood? What would /you/ have thought, finding grandma's pod covered in half dead vines and not a troll in sight?" John half snarled, shooting Bruce a scowl. "But, oh, that's right. You were off on a tropical island, drinking mai tais under the sun and learning how to surf."

"Hey, now," Floyd interrupted as Bruce puffed up indignantly, obviously about to get into a fight with John, "Let's just take a moment to breath. This is all a lot, and emotions are getting high."

Bruce let out the breath he'd taken, visibly deflating, while John huffed and crossed his arms, scowling at the table top.

"What happened after you came back to the tree?" Branch asked quietly, John's head snapping up at the quiet question.

"I looked for you," John admitted with a shrug, letting his shoulders slump and his arms uncross. "I looked for quite a while. I lost track of time, but it had to be for at least a year. The forest is huge, and the village was well hidden. After a while, I thought I must be the last pop troll alive and decided to go see the rest of the world."

"And you…did you go grey?" Branch asked, watching his oldest brother curiously as he reached up to fiddle with his goggles.

"For a little bit," John admitted, "While I was looking for you. Not anything as drastic as twenty years. And I got my colors back. The world is big, and beautiful. It's hard to stay hopeless when you see some of the stuff out there."

Branch smiled tiredly at John, nodding a little. "Yeah. It is. Poppy helped me see that."

"Is she the reason you managed to get your colors back?" Clay asked, leaning his elbows on the table.

"She did, yeah. A little over a year ago, Chef found the village. She kidnapped a bunch of Poppy's friends, and we went to Bergen town to rescue them. We brokered peace with the Bergens, and I got my colors back all in one fell swoop," Branch said with a light little laugh.

"And then you saved the world from the rockapocalypse with her," Bruce teased, grinning.

"That was mostly Poppy, but yeah," Branch returned the grin, startling as John suddenly stood up. He watched as his oldest brother rounded the table, staring wide eyed even as John suddenly engulfed him in a hug.

"I heard you on the radio," John muttered into Branch's hair, "It's how I found out you were alive."

"JD," Branch murmured, reaching up to half return the hug, ignoring the light smattering of tears that were hitting his shoulder.

"You are the coolest, Bitty B!" John suddenly crowed, pulling back from the hug with a broad grin on his face, shaking Branch a little, "Saving the village, then the whole world! Dating the Queen of pop!"

"Bringing us all back together," Floyd added, offering a watery smile as Branch looked to him.

"You grew up into an amazing troll, Bitty B," Clay added, grinning at his youngest brother.

"We're all really proud of you, Branch," Bruce finally added, nodding a little as Branch began to tear up once more.

Branch squawked as John engulfed him in a hug again, laughing as the rest of his brothers rose from their own chairs to join in. "Thanks, guys."

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huh nim...... I was preparing my ask about markwoo nd posted about them... 😅😅😅.... But seriously I have this thought for a long very time....

Actually i wanna make a comparison with markhuck nd markwoo.... In one of your post abt taedo u said it like taedo have really strong bond than markyuck... I was thinking from that moment.... Like I knw what markhyuck has is inevitable.... They are each other's pillars ... I mean they had to work with each other despite the dislikes they had from the beginning.... Not saying they hate each other.... Marhuck has really such a strong bond.... They have spent alot more time together than others.... U knw when u spent lot of time tgthr, u get to knw them , nd also u came to like them.... U develop a strong bond.... Haechan is clingy with almost everyone... Nd we knw he is such an attention seeker.... But this mark frnd is really a wiered guy for me... U don't knw who he act cute with, or be a hyung , or act like a younger brother, or do the shipping things..... Nd have no idea how his criteria for liking someone as a colleguue nd frnd.... But I really shocked with woo.... Like with woo he gives his everything.... There are time woo tries to get attention from mark, .... But if u watch any new contents u can see a total 2 diff sides of markwoo.... One they act clingy for the camera.... Other their really close friends vibe from the corner of the camera... U can tell which they showing for the sake of the shipping, nd the time they spending for themselves... Am not saying mark hates haechan or not close enough with him.... Markhuck is comerade.... But what do you think that made mark to fall for woo...?? I don't get that... Can u compare their bond like compare ot with markhyuck.... What donu think is the reason for markwoo being this close... Like yuta was all over him, nd at a point mark started to play alongside with him... They are close... But mark didn't try to build this bond with yuta! Am so confused right now.... Can u compare markwoo with markhyuck?!

I think pre-teens can have a million of reasons to argue, so I won't touch on young MarkHyuk. Plus I haven't watched much content with them as kids and teens. I will compare MarkHyuk and MarkWoo now.

First of all, Koreans are community oriented, the group matters more than an individual. I think it helps unitication in situations where in other countries neither of the sides would agree to yield and compromise. And Mark is a pastor's child, a devoted Christian.

MarkHyuk grew up together, they are childhood friends, in 127 they are maknaes (which mattered in the beginning, Korean fads and slang move quickly, it's harder to find common language with hyungs, want to watch same movies and listen to the same artists, etc), and they share similar circumstances (2 teams). They have to rely on each other. MarkHyuk are also kind of rivals. At least Haechan feels motivated by Mark, he doesn't feel like he can do less or be left behind (he talked about how Mark became such a good rapper because he practiced writing daily with dedication, while Hyuk was slacking off as he couldn't bother as much, nowadays he says the double shift is almost impossible for him, but Mark does it, so he needs as well).

Haechan is mentally older than Mark, more jaded, pessimistic, he likes to annoy and to guide, correct (watch him during dance practices), things to be done (he helps TY and DY), he is a smartass ("oh, Canada"). While Mark has a problem with being treated as a child, as younger, less capable. He wants to lead, he wants his way, he is pretty dominant. He is not a born leader, though. Haechan tried to get rid of "hyung" honorific, but Mark didn't agree as it would mean even less subordination (by rules Hyuk have to listen to him as an appointed leader of Dream, and as an older person).

Jungwoo is also dominant. However, his dominance is of different kind. He wants things his way, doesn't like to be said no, it's hard to stop him, but his goal is attention, not "the alpha" spot or responsibility for himself. He is happy to get his way through means of pretending to be submissive, lets decide for him as he is not opionated about many things (like food).

Mark likes attention, so Woo's clinginess doesn't bother him. Woo listens, agrees, he is funny with his jokes and is not loud bts. He is much more comfortable to be around for Mark, than Hyuk. Jungwoo doesn't get offended easily, he doesn't fight to death for his opinions. doesn't argue much. Mark said about Yuta that he likes the Japanese, because it is comfortable around him.

Truth be told, Mark didn't experience Jungwoo full force, I think. Woo's negative sides. Doyoung is the one who took care of Jungwoo in the beginning. He is still the one Woo works the most with in 127. It is easier to stay on good terms, to like each other, when there are no circumstances that put your friendship to the test.

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I appreciate the likes, and thanks for following me btw! My words won't explain anything about my happiness I am so happy that my eye started 'sWeAtInG' (SHUT THE HELL U- Silence darling it's my time to shine..) and ya'll all are goddesses for liking and following MUCH APPRECIATED,

My hearts trying to break free...

Warning - spelling mistakes, fluff, a confused Todoroki

It's just Todoroki tryna figure out why he gets sick around you but still it feels good and feel like sometimes when you do something affectionately why he feels like someone's attacking him in his stomach (poor lil boy) 🥹

•you don't get rejected always, keep on trying•

You were making your way to school while listening to your favourite song it always made you feel like the main character I mean who doesn't like being the main character?

You successfully made it inside the school building without getting kidnapped, murdered, getting hit by a car, getting lost etc...

You walked down the busy hallway as you saw people giving love letters to thier crushes.. people with sad faces because of getting rejected by their dream man/women... You were wondering why all this confessions were happening you went pass the school auditorium to see the entrance decorated with hearts and flowers and with the letters cut my glitter paper 'HAPPY VALENTINES 1 more day before valentine's and 4 more days to our valentine's dance!'...

That's when you start to realize you have a very big crush on todoroki but he just runs away from you like your presence is literally his death 💀..

You went to your locker, thinking about todoroki and taking your textbooks out for Chemistry and when you were making your way to chemistry you saw mina, deku, and ochako surrounded around todoroki u didn't want to annoy them so you just minded your business and went for Chemistry..

Todoroni pov:

"Guys y/n has a secret quirk.." Todo Boi

Said in an calm and concerned voice

"what do you mean todoro-" mina got cut off by the sweet cinnamon roll Izuku "WHAT! Y/n has a secret quirk how- why would she not say anything about it to me? What's it like todoroki? *Mummer mummer mummer* "

"ignore that Todo continue what you were saying.." mina said in curiosity.

"whenever, she looks at me I get nervous and sometimes when she does stuff I get hearts attacks that feel good and I feel like someones punching my stomach sometimes and it-" todoroni got cut off by the girls laughter "oh todoroki, your in looooveee!" Mina said in a teasing way.

"oh yes that's exactly how I feel around izuk-" 'I can float' slapped her mouth close with both her hands "mummer- hmm? Did anyone say my name?" Cinnamon roll asked in curiosity "NO IZUKU! NO ONE EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR NAME" ochako said panickingly. "Well I expected for me to get satisfied by you both accepting each other but.. back to you Todoroki!..." Mina said as the word sarcastic wrote itself on her words "How do I get rid of them?" Shoto asked innocently asked. "Well, you gotta confess or there is no way you can get rid of em no... It stays for ever if she accepts you I mean Todo you can feel like that forever" Uraraka said to todoroki hesitantly. " Sometimes, try taking your own advice ochako, now Todo you should go confess to y/n" mina said excitingly. "K," he ran off to find his beloved. "MINA Do you think he's gonna say I love you or SOMETHING ELSE?!? what ... What IF HE GETS REJECTED?!?" Ochako said scaredly "oh oh..."

(YALL, they should add more shades of letter colours bcz ochako and mina are both pink but I'm sorry mina I turned your text to minata and jiro color 😭")

POV OF THE BEAUTIFUL TODO'S PRINCESS Y/N L/N - (omg so beautiful 😭)

You were listening to more music peacefully copying down some notes you missed, sitting near a beautiful tree. You saw todoroki running towards you like he have some very serious news.. you got up bcz u felt like you should.

He reached you and started panting like a dog (kinda ho- no no gurl no NO!)

He calmed down and said "y/n everytime I see you my hot side cheek started to feel warm and what's weird is the same happens to my cold side cheek, and when you compliment me when I win a training fight I feel like someone punches my stomach and when you do something like a simple thing like talking to me I get heart attacks and it's like it my hearts trying to break free" he said I love you in a big speech but It wasn't and I love you for you the way he described it made it sound like he hates you.

"....you hate me that much?... what did I even do to you?" Y/n said brokenly.

"you make me sick everytime I see you- why are you crying?" Todo said worriedly

"do you have anything else to say? I friggin hate you.." you said and started running away from him as you cried yourself untill you got home..

He picked up your note book that you left near the tree and tried giving it back to you but you were already gone from his sight. He felt a little guilty for making you cry he has no idea what happened.

He took your note book home with him and set it down his table and went through it. He found his name and poems for him written all over the note book with hearts written all over, he remembered a romance movie he was forced to watch by mina.. there was a girl like who liked a boy, and she just wrote his name all over her books. Then he got it... 'she likes me too,... "maybe it was the way I said it" he repeated to the words you said to Siri and Siri replied to him saying

'that's really rude of you'

He felt bad. He wanted to make it up to you he researched about how to confess to girls how to make girls feel better etc, he called your friends to find out about every detail of you he worked on his y/n project whole night.

SATURDAY 5.30 P.M.

You were lying on your bed rolled up in your aesthetic comfy blanket with a squish mellow next to you as you were watching a movie that was not evolved to any type of Romance cause you were doing all this to feel better from yesterday's todoroki hates me speech. "that's really dum-" you heard a knock on your door your father and mother were out so you got a little scared you looked outside through your opened window hesitantly to see pokéball themed hair, and a big (when I say big ITS BIG DARLING) bouquet of your favourite flowers as you looked closer you realized it was todoroki "TODOROKI?!?" you slapped your mouth and hoped that he didn't hear you sudden vomit of words. He looked up at you as you blushed slightly "would you care to come down please, and accept these flowers and chocolates as a gift of my apologies to you?" He said charmingly "why the hell would I do that you hate me don't you do you think a bunch a flowers are gonna make me forgive you?!" You said loudly so he can hear "please, it's just a few words please ..." He asked in such a cute way. Your enemybor (your enemy neighbor) looked at you madly through their window, you felt a little awkward feeling and came to the thought of taking Todo inside. You ran downstairs and opened the door for todoroki "I'm not letting you in cause I feel bad for you it's because of the neighbors stares." You said sternly. "Look y/n-" he got cut off "oh, shut up please.." you said angrily "please y/n" he pleaded with innocent poppy dog eyes. "fine, better be a good explain" you rolled you eyes. He took a deep breath in "I meant to say how I feel around you but it came out wrong the guy punching my stomach was meant to be called butterflies I just described them in my sense I'm really sorry" he bowed to you and bent in his knees and said " please, y/n I need you in my life I'd rather die without you please all I meant to say is I love you" he handed you the big bouquet of expensive flowers. "Are you for real I'm so happy! I love you soo much todo-kun I'm really sorry too!" You said happily taking the flowers from him. "that's great, do you want to go to the dance? I don't like the crowd that much but If you want to go we should go." he charmingly smiled at you with pink dusted on his cheeks. "No we should watch a movie and stay in our home comfort wrapped in a blanket enjoying each other's presence while others suffer in itchy uncomfy costumes in the dance!" You confessed you idea and todoroki happily agreed and then you sat next to each other and talked about you lives

As you were feeding yourselves the chocolate todoroki brought shoto got reminded of something important "by the way, here's your notebook you left it in school I went through it, you spelled my name wrong in the 3rd sentence of your poem." he said while hiding his face away from you and rubbing his neck "Have your mom not told you to no to go through people stuff?!?" You said embarrassed while forming into the cutest beetroot "no but, my mom thought me how dangerous and hot a kettle can be besides you my girl friend now." He said innocently "oh, you sweetheart Todo" you said while petting his head "oh no... It's happening again y/n.... it's doing it again." he said as concern was all over his face "why?!? Are you good?" You said worriedly "my hearts trying to break free.."

I don't wanna fix more errors my hands are litterely broken y I'm sorry I hope you enjoy this and feel free to tap double times and give me a like if you like this as always if you think I need to improve feel free to give me a piece of advice have a great day and stay beautiful!

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Ensemble - 114: Counterattack

Makoto: I'm so happy I came ba—…

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Location: Outdoor Stage

Makoto: I'm so happy I came ba—…

Ugh?!

Izumi: Y-u-u-k-u-n?

You sure embarrassed me, I won't let this slide with just a finger or two.

Makoto: Oh no, Izumi-san also came back!

We didn't have any leeway when I escaped from the soundproof lesson room, but it might have been better if we had tied him up so he couldn't move anymore!

He's really way too persistent, a total nuisance!

Mao: Escape? Were you confined or something like that?

Makoto: Right! I really wanted to see everyone, the sunlight you haven't seen for a long time is really bright as well! It's beautiful to be alive…☆

Mao: (Hmm, we might be able to 'use' that.)

(This might not be how Trickstar usually does things but… We don't have the leeway to be picky about how we win, right?)

(Dirty work is my job, I'll blast off some gigantic fireworks!)

Izumi: *wheeze, pant, pant* Yuu-kun…!

Arashi: Oh, gosh. You look like a company boss coming late and rushing to a meeting, I haven't seen you this out of breath in a while. Are you sure you can perform a live like that, Izumi-chan?

Tsukasa: It's a breach of contract. I wouldn't call coming late to a live you're supposed to appear in very smart.

Ritsu: What's more important is that the sun has moved because some time passed. There's sunshine here now…

Ah~ I feel s-sick, I'm way weaker to sunlight than Anija…

Izumi: Shut up! It doesn't matter, just crush Trickstar! There's nothing that could make Knights lose as long as we fight like normal!

Arashi: Hmm, but aren't you the one who started doing something not normal, Izumi-chan? I was against it from the very start, just what should we do with you?

(But Kunugi-sensei did tell me to get rid of Trickstar early on…)

(Well, I also didn't like the idea that by kidnapping one of their members we would win by default. I just can't get into it.)

Tsukasa: Wh-what is the meaning of this? Did you break the rules in some manner, Sena-senpai?

Mao: 'Exactly!'

'Everyone, please listen!'

'However unfair it may be, Izumi Sena from Knights kidnapped and confined one of Trickstar's members in order to win the DDD!'

'That's why at the start we had too few members and were having a hard time!'

'However he luckily was able to escape! I'm really glad, I was worried about you, you know?'

'With all of us here, Trickstar is invincible!'

'There's no need for me to hide this! The ones who defeated the student council, who have been controlling this Yumenosaki Academy through fear and tyrannical rule, the ones who defeated their AKATSUKI are us!'

'We will change Yumenosaki Academy! Into a paradise for idols, overflowing with smiles and hope…!'

'I hope you will all cheer us on ♪'

Arashi: (Wow, he's good with words. Is he trying to turn public opinion in their favor by making us the bad guys?)

('With all of us here', he says but I'm pretty sure not all of Trickstar's members are here.)

(He's talking as if we didn't just kidnap Yuuki-kun, but Akehoshi-kun as well.)

(By mixing lies and truths, he's trying to make the audience believe this easy to understand, black-and-white story, isn't he?)

(How unpleasant, 'hard to bear' doesn't even begin to describe this feeling!)

(But, even if you suddenly tell them all this, there's no way they would just believe it and start calling us 'the worst!' or 'you evil-doers!'.)

(Normal people aren't very good with the out of ordinary, little boy.)

(Before the scales tip in favor of Trickstar we should also do something like a little MC to patch things up. Before this situation becomes irreversible!)

Tsukasa: Sena-senpai! Was the announcement just now true?! How could you! It's unfair, is that how you think a knight behaves?!

Arashi: (Waaah… It just had to be one of our comrades who believed everything at face-value! We did have such an honest kid in our midst!)

Izumi: You're noisy, you know? It doesn't matter, just focus on the performance, we're going to make them fall to the depths of unhappiness!

Arashi: (Oh gosh, oh gosh, did the blood rise to your head, Izumi-chan? Ritsu is also all groggy from being out in the sunlight, the outlook isn't good at all.)

(Knights' solidarity is much weaker than Trickstar's since we're only working together for mutual benefit.)

(Getting shaky and having a falling out between allies will only prevent us from winning battles we should have been able to win easily.)

(But I suppose it might not matter. As one of the strongest units that Yumenosaki Academy prides itself in, we can't afford to be defeated easily by trickery like this, can we?)

Arashi: (How unpleasant, I'm getting excited ♪ It's getting fun now, ufufufufu!)

Mao: (Hm~… I managed to create a disturbance, but it doesn't look like things will be settled with just that. I've done everything I can, all that's left is a battle of skill!)

(It would have been reassuring if Hokuto were here. But depending on someone who isn't here isn't very helpful. If we lose here, everything ends!)

(It'd be pretty lame if we already lost by the time he comes back. We have to win no matter what—we'll make the impossible possible!)

(We are the main cast of this first round, no, of the DDD…!)

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Chapter 7 "jealousy, jealousy"

Moon!! Ur finally making friends, that's Soo good but...who's that guy always clinging to u...only I can do that, who do u think u are, im his best friend not u, i've been there since the beginning i won't be challenged by some random...what am i saying? Why do u feel jealous? It's just his friend, moon does it to me so it should be normal....so why does it bother me so much. For the past few days since my sister came back moon's been distant..we haven't talked much like we used to and he's hanging out with his ""friends"" most of the time, I don't mind it because I'm happy he's finally made friends after years of me being the only one he had but there's one person that I can't stop thinking about..him..he's always clinging to moon like a leech, always by his side, anytime I see moon I see him close behind him..that fucker thinks he can take my spot..no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO! NO! NO!! NO!! NO!!!! MOON IS MY FRIEND, MY BEST FRIEND NOT YOURS, U SHOULDN'T BE THE ONE BY HIS SIDE ALL THE TIME, IT SHOULD BE ME AND ONLY ME, MINE ALL MINE......

I don't care about these feelings anymore all I care about now is getting him out of the picture. Maybe I'll tie him to a chair and torture him, maybe I'll slit his throat, maybe I'll burn him alive, maybe even skin him, so many ways, so many tools to use, oh how fun it will be to get rid of u......i have to calm down, my bad side is showing, and moon seems to enjoy his company so I guess I won't do anything. Also I don't want moon seeing that side of me I don't know what I would do if he saw me like that..he would probably hate me..or worse but that's not what i have to worry about at the moment, i gotta keep my eye on him for a while so he doesn't make any advances on my moon. I won't give u a chance and if u keep testing me...I'll fucking kill u.

I've always seen the good in people, I've seen the bad in people too but I always try and look for the good but u..I don't see any good in u, trying to take my moon from me who do you think you are, his boyfriend or something, that's not happening, I won't let it happen not now, not ever, never..moon is mine and you're gonna back off before I hurt you. I can barely hide my true emotions and intend and it's starting to piss me off keep trying me and you will see what happens, I fucking dare u, I'll show u why u shouldn't mess with someone love, I'll show u my true side and trust me when I say, u won't like it much. (Evil grin) I'll kill u.

Sincerely ur sun

[liptonsbabe]

Honeymoon Avenue [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader

Summary: Sam and his pack are determined to get rid of Bella’s baby as soon as it’s born. You are adamantly opposed to that. Sam is mad at you and you know you guys don’t live on the honeymoon avenue you used to be on anymore.

Warnings: None

A/N. well, hello! I’m back with another Sam imagine for u guys! i just wanted to say that i used a sentence starter from this list , sooo all the credits for you hun! Enjoy!

Same note as ever, english not my mother language so forgive any mistakes lol

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"what are you going to do when someone you save kills someone else in the future?"

You looked at Sam from across the kitchen, both of you had your arms crossed over your chests in a clear sign of annoyance. It was nighttime, the room was dark and you could only see your faces by the light of the TV on from the living room.

Sam was furious. His back was tense, fists clenched and teeth gnashing. Bella was a few hours away from giving birth and that had the whole herd nervous. Sam thought the baby was a threat to the reservation and wanted to get rid of it at any cost. You heard him say it at home, while he and the rest of the boys were having a meeting to decide how they would deal with the Cullens.

The pack tried to keep that conversation a secret because they knew you would refuse. You were Bella's friend and you got along very well with the Cullens, so trying to convince you of the danger that pregnancy posed was a hopeless.

In the end they couldn't keep the secret anymore and Sam decided to tell you everything, including the plan they were making to protect the reservation. You refused and it led to such a passionate fight between the two of you that Sam began to shake. You knew he would never hurt you, of course, because he had a great control over his wolf and wouldn't let him out when you were so close.

Still you asked the boys to leave you two alone. You calmed down a bit and when your bodies cooled down, you picked up the subject again.

You bit your lip, looking at him.

"Don't you think you're going too far, Sam? It's just a baby."

"We don't know that yet."

"It's inside Bella."

"That doesn't assure us anything. It was created by a vampire."

"Edward was a human at some point in his life like any other, don't you believe in the possibility that it could be born as Bella? as a human!"

"Yeah, but I also believe in the idea that it could be born as a vampire. And if so then it won't be able to contain the thirst. It would wipe out the whole town in less than an hour."

"You're exaggerating."

"I'm thinking about possibilities. I'm not just the leader of the pack, I'm the protector of the whole reservation, of our community, of the council. I need to make a decision and I want you to back me up for once in my goddamn life, (Y/N)"

You saw him hunch forward as he rested his fists on the back of the chair. The TV light flickered and through the darkness you swore you saw the way Sam's body shivered softly.

"Haven't I supported you enough?" you claimed moving closer until you were under the door frame. He stood up and looked at you wearily "Haven't I taken care of the pack along with you all this time? I've been like a second mother to those pups, I've fed them and cared for them as much as I can. And I do it because I know it's tiring for you and because they need to be with you every moment every second of the day and I've never reproached you for it. I love to see them every day, take care of them and protect them because I know that in that way I am taking a weight off your shoulders. Haven't I done enough already? Do me a favor and stop being so ungrateful."

"I never asked you to do that."

"You didn't, but I'm your imprint and we share responsibility" You approached him slowly, sighed and took his hands. You were tired of fighting. For months now something in your relationship had changed and you didn't feel it like before. At first you seemed to live in a permanent honeymoon, but with everything the pack had been through lately Sam was living in constant stress and it was reflecting so much in your relationship.

Now you would end every argument in a terrible fight that led you to feel guilty the next day.

Sam squeezed your hands gently and looked you in the eye. You didn't want to fight anymore, you were tired, yet you were going to try everything to keep Bella and her baby safe as much as you could.

"You've always said that we imprints are part of the pack. We are on the council, we protect the reservation and keep the secret safe. We do the same as you but without becoming wolves or sharing our thoughts. That makes us almost the same. Sam, if your words are true, if you have been truly honest, don't you think I can take part in the decisions you will have to make? We are... family. We all are. You have to listen to me."

"You are an important part of the pack. You, Kim, Rachel... but you can't interfere. Not in this."

"You'll make the wrong decision."

"I'll take the consequences."

"You think the Cullens are just gonna sit back and watch their family get attacked? They'll turn it into a war! Another goddamn war, Sam, don't you get it? He's a baby!"

"I'm not going to discuss this with you anymore."

"You will!" You grabbed him by the arm as Sam wanted to escape out of the room. He stopped "You will do it, Sam. Have you stopped to think for a second what Bella is going to suffer? The damage you will cause her? It doesn't matter if that baby is born human or half vampire. It will still be her child and she will protect it like an animal. Could you kill Bella if necessary?" Sam was silent, thinking. You squeezed his arm, pleading "Have you thought... what you would do if the situation were different? If I were pregnant with your child and the Cullens saw it as a threat...what would you do?"

"It's not the same."

"But if it were..."

"That’s enough, (Y/N)."

"If our child were a wolf from my womb, if it were born with the condition of transforming at every moment, on my arms..."

"Enough, (Y/N)"

"We would love him just the same and protect him with our lives. We wouldn't let him hurt anyone else because he would have us to contain him and then..."

"I said enough!"

Your body froze as you heard Sam's scream echo through the walls of the house. He had never used his commanding voice with you, he had never made use of that act of authority over you and that he had used it at that moment kept you in a permanent shock. You felt a terrible weight on your heart and without saying anything else you went up to the bedroom, closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. Then you heard the front door open and close and Sam howling as he ran into the woods. You sighed heavily and convinced yourself that things between you had undoubtedly changed.

[georgiapeach30513]

we haven’t gotten any ran or kitten smut in so long 😔 u can’t forget about the og’s guys

Well now they did get some smut for Christmas, BUT I have been wanting to do a quick little something about a letterman jacket I've teased twice now....

🖤🖤🖤🖤

His Letterman Jacket

Summary: Ran finds something of your old flames

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, whipped cream, oral sex (M receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, cream pie, tiny bit of degradation, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Desperate Love Masterlist

Ransom sits on the bed, thumbing through a box of clothes as you move them into his house. His fingers connects to a bright piece of blue and orange before pulling it out of the box. His fingers rubs over the name sewn on it. "Who the fuck is Jake Wyler?"

"Give me that!" you screech trying to grab it from his hands.

"Wait, is this...it is! This is...he gave you his letterman jacket!? Are you sure you just had sex with him?"

"You're not funny. And yes, that's the guy I lost my virginity too. Just don't..." you see him reach back into the box pulling out his jersey, but with a sly smile pulls out your cheerleader uniform. "No."

"I'm sure you would look so sexy in it."

"No."

"You kept the damn thing. You brought here. Am I supposed to know that this fucking thing is hidden in the back of our closet, and I don't get to see my fiancé wearing it," you roll your eyes and return to putting the other clothes away. "How'd he do it?" you take a peak out of the closet, and give him a questioning look. "How'd he turn...no, that sounds crass. What made you want to have sex with him? Did it just happen or...?"

"Or," you walk back into the closet, needing this conversation to change course. You hear him get up, and feel him come up behind you, those dark eyes sizing you up. "What do you want Ran?"

"How. Did. He. Do. It?"

"You'd laugh and not believe me."

His hands spin you around and you look up at him through your lashes, "Just tell me. I'm sure it was better than me telling some girl, hey wanna have sex? So how..."

"Whipped cream bikini."

"You put on a whipped cream bikini? My kitten is a..." you laugh shaking your head no. "He wore the whipped cream?" Ransom's laugh bellows through the room, and again you turn back to unpack. "Kitten, you're kidding me right?" you shake your head no, still not looking at him. "And it worked?"

"Clearly. Listen, Mr. Drysdale, he got that whipped cream licked off his body sloooowly."

"That's not funny."

"You're the one that won't drop it. Now, back to this closet. All your clothes on this side. Mine go over here."

His lips turn up when he looks at the closet, "I don't have any room in here now. We need a bigger closet."

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Running home after dropping the twins off with Marta and her family, while Ransom takes you on a date, you run into the bedroom and find that cheer uniform laying on top of the jacket. "You're not fun..." turning around to see Ransom wearing a whipped cream bikini. Cherries over his nipples and you bite at your lip, holding in laughter. "You're jealous."

"I want you to lick this off me very, very, very slowly," he walks a bit closer. "We're not going out for this date. But I also want that on you."

"The uniform or..."

"Both."

"I was going to say just the jacket, but have it your way."

He grabs your wrist with a wicked smile, "Just the jacket," slowly taking off each article of clothing. Letting each piece slide off your silky skin. When you're completely naked, your eyes stay on him, putting that jacket on over you. Eyes move up and down your body, "I get. We're never getting rid of that thing. I can be Jake Wyler for the night."

Getting on your knees you hold tightly to thighs, licking up the length until coming to that sweet cream. Your tongue lapping up the foam, and of course you roll your eyes up to look at him. Licking and biting off as much of the topping as you can. Your mouth devouring his cock, until it hits the back of your throat. Bobbing on his length a bit before pulling him out with a pop.

Trailing your tongue all the way up before sinking down over his pec. "You're such a sloppy slut," he tells you with a deep chuckle when you pull off. Leaning into his mouth to give him the cherry.

"You're my favorite kind of sundae baby," you hum at him before you start to dive in on the other side. He pushes you back, opening up that jacket, and pushing it off your shoulders. Pressing his sticky skin against yours. "You going to clean me off?"

"Always, my love," you tremble when his mouth connects to your skin. Pressing into you with more force until he has you laying on the floor. "You know what we haven't done in awhile," he asks you cheekily.

"What's that?"

"I love my pretty kitty, you know that, but what about your ass?"

"Not tonight."

"Did Jake get that?" you shake your head no. "That other..." before he could say you just shake your head. "Just me?"

"Just you, baby," pulling him down to your lips you kiss your fiancé as if your life depended on it. Chirping when he presses through your folds, "You're getting good at that."

"Getting good? Woman, I've been good with you."

"You have," his hips slowly draw up before pushing back into your warmth. Every part of you just soaking in every part of him. Even the sweetest of love making is just so good between the two of you. Feeling him stretch you out and fill you up so well. "Goah, I love you."

"Love you too, Kitten. So, when do we get to make another baby?" grabbing ahold of his ass you push him deeper into you. "Now?" his voice comes out excitedly, when you nod your head, something comes over him. His hands go to the floor beside you, and his thrusts become harder and deeper. "I'm gonna fucking fill you up. Kitten you're going to stay filled up until I fuck a baby right into you."

Back arched and holding onto him tightly. Your body slides across the floor with every hard pump into you. "You'll be dripping in my cum. You like it though don't you?"

"With you, yes."

His hips slam into yours, needing you to feel every part of him. Feel how excited he is for you to be filled with his seed. Cumming hard over his cock at the thought of how much he's going to be fucking into you. His pace doesn't change. Won't change until he reaches his high. And when he does, the warmth that washes over you, is inexplainable.

His body falls on yours. Arms pressing against you, and his head laying on your chest. "You're sticky," he whines at you.

"So are you. You had whipped cream on you that you had to shove on me."

"Shh, how about you give me a bath?"

"You're ridiculous."

Masterlist

[taegularities]

Heyyy Rid💜~~ hope you doin greatt✨💜~~...So yea here's my ask for 'RUINED YOU'

jungkook and oc meeting taehyung after like 6 months,

oc doesn't know about jungkook and taehyung' plan ( yknow 👀 back to square one i seriously want them to go back ahhjsjjsjskks )

taehyung stucking a strand of hair behind oc's ear while she was glancing his lips (obviously taehyung saw👀), “I can see how much you want to taste me.”

Them going back to taehyung' place “Come over here. No, don’t stand – crawl.”

I know you'll write much much better than this 👆😂

fic: ruin you pairing: bf!jk x reader x fwb!tae warnings: sexual tension, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, oral (m. rec.), dom!taehyung, kinda threesome wc: 625 a/n: hey love, i'm doing okay, hope u are well too !! so with the ruin you request – i changed it up a little, since 6 months later, tae finds a!oc (from ruined) and wouldn't even think about going back to ry!oc 😭 that was the main point of ‘remedy’ actually !! so i made this drabble take place when their escapades were still ongoing <33 also, i missed those guys

ask my character! (no more drabble requests, please!) <3

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"Uh... when you said it'd be okay for you to do that again, you meant it, huh?" you ask, eyes fixated on Jungkook, because you won't dare to look at the other man present in the room.

He looks amused, a thumb on his lower lip.

"I won't be offended if you say no," Taehyung tells you. The pout doesn't fit his alluring stance... the fog in his eyes.

"I mean, judging the last time..."

"She's just shy," Jungkook argues, planting a palm against the small of your back, "I do think she wants it."

Taehyung steps closer, eyeing you up and down; hunger is already dripping from his gaze as he asks, "Yeah? Do you?"

His voice is deep and tempting. Miserably inviting. Kim Taehyung is a powerful man, and he seems to know.

Close enough to feel his hot breath fanning against your cheek, Taehyung raises a hand.

Long fingers opt for your loose hair strands, tucking them behind your ear gently and cautiously; like you're made of glass.

Your stare drops to his mouth, and he notices; traps his lower lip between his teeth. And when he speaks again, his tone is anything but gentle and cautious, "Say you don't wanna taste me."

You're baffled and still, unable to mutter a single word. Your focus darts to Jungkook for a moment, and he nods; and as you swallow the lump in your throat and look back to Taehyung, he adds, "But it's written all over your face that you want to, baby."

Drenching your guts and your words in courage, you inch closer to his body. He’s dressed in dark slacks, sporting a white shirt. Fresh out of the office, tugging along with Jungkook.

And now you're all here; in your room, clothed for a movie night... not expecting this.

That is, until you’re not clothed anymore at all, but bare on your king sized bed.

Drooling and gasping, sighing when Taehyung sets his girthy length free. Jungkook’s body lingers next to yours, attentive eyes following your movements.

“Come to me, kitten,” Taehyung beckons with an ocean deep voice; his gravity pulls you closer almost unnoticeably.

You get on your knees, creeping closer, ready to get off the bed and bruise your knees on the ground.

But Taehyung clicks his tongue, shakes his head, and scolds, “No. No need to stand. Crawl.”

He uses your obedience well, you notice. Keeps enjoying your pliant nature: a steadfast grip around your hair; hooded eyes looking down; lips parted when you swallow him whole.

The tears trailing down your face are an artwork; the moans you elicit delicious; your ass an absolute treat when he finally bends you over and enters you slowly.

Then proceeds hard.

Pushes your body forwards, a hand around your neck, leaving you begging for air.

Which doesn’t get better once Jungkook’s shaft penetrates your mouth.

The whole affair passes nearly wordlessly, though the room is filled with sounds too lewd to secure you a place in heaven anymore.

And when everything is said and done, your pussy battered very much like the last time, you feel your mind shift. Dozing off, your limbs aching, your body covered in sweat.

“C’mon,” your boyfriend whispers, patting your thigh.

He grabs your arm and pulls you up carefully; turns on the shower and leads you under it.

Despite the prior intimacy, Taehyung doesn’t join you both. Instead, he awaits his turn and your return, alone in your room, staring at a ceiling that doesn’t belong to him.

He might not know you thoroughly, but the feeling after the closeness you just shared is undoubtedly new and strange to him.

And when you return with Jungkook in tow, happy and smiling, he thinks he has a hunch why.

what did i need bullet points for, this is a whole ass proper drabble smh

[errdaybkto]

bitter lies and sweet truths pt. 1 || s. rintarou

genre: smut, angst, fluff if you squint real hard

summary: you and suna both like each other but you're too scared to admit it. but suna's jealous and you're oblivious.

pairing: time skip!suna rintarou x fem! reader

content warning: mutual pining, use of "bunny" as a pet name, slow build-up, raw (wrap it before u tap it), jealous suna, marking kink

a/n: this is basically porn with plot lmao

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[10:45pm] sunarin: come over

you sigh as you force yourself to get up from your bed. you could just not go but a part of you felt guilty just with the thought of it, thinking back to last week when you called him later than this time. it's the least you could do. besides, you wanted to see him.

your heart was racing the closer you got to his apartment. you knew the two of you could never be together. you know that he doesn't see you the way you see him, his heart doesn't flutter every time you see him do the most mundane of things. hell, your heart does summersaults whenever he looked comfortable sitting on your couch, scrolling through his phone.

he opened the door after the first knock on his door. you think you see a slight spark in his eyes when you look at you but you convince yourself that it was all in your head as you take in the sight of him. suna's still wearing his dark red hoodie and black sweat shorts, phone in his hand, and amber eyes looking down at you.

there was something off about him right now but you can't pinpoint what it is. he's been narrowing his eyes at you the moment he opened the door and you don't miss the slight downturn of his lips.

"what?" you finally say as you grow weary of the prolonging silence between the two of you.

"nothing." he answers before moving out of the way for you to come inside. you were growing anxious because of the way his eyes were never leaving you.

you thought he was going to start devouring you when you arrived but you didn't expect him to be cuddling you in a blanket while you both watched some random movie on netflix. it was a good thing your heart finally calmed down because you were used to him being clingy towards you, but never with his eyes being fixated at you.

it wasn't until the first quarter of the movie when you feel him start peppering kisses from your jaw down to your neck. you try to ignore him though, the thought of him knowing about your little date with a freshman earlier making you feel scared in the slightest way. thoughts of him stopping your little arrangement here made your heart ache a lot.

you snapped back to reality when you felt suna sucking marks onto your neck and a surge of panic overwhelmed you, making you flinch on suna's lap and him stopping his ministrations. you remembered you were going on a second date with the guy you were with tomorrow afternoon.

"don't put." you say, trying to sound as serious as possible. all of your resolve crumbled however when you saw the way suna was looking at you; amber eyes darkened with lust, a hint of anger, and some other emotion you couldn't pinpoint.

suna stopped his ministrations of marking you as soon as he heard the seriousness in your voice. who was he to mark you? you weren't his. this thing you have isn't even exclusive. so, why?

suna squeezed your thigh and started kissing you with more fervor as soon as you granted him entrance to your mouth. feelings of anger and desperation clouding his mind as he remembers seeing you smiling with that tall, silver-haired, freshman. images of your date touching you in ways that only he should be able to.

as he pulled away from your kiss to take a breath, he takes pride in seeing you so flushed after a short make out session with him. jealousy courses through his veins as he thinks about the possibility of your date earlier seeing you like this. no, he won't let you. you were only for him.

suna takes his time stripping you of your clothes, admiring the way your body reacts to him. yes, you were only his.

he starts to stuck your left nipple as he pinches the other, you let out a moan at the way his tongue feels on you. suna looks up at you, your face in full bliss just with him doing the bare minimum.

suna doesn't know when he started having feelings for you. maybe it was when he got to know you better before the two of you had this weird relationship. maybe it was after you got into this weird relationship with you.

"r-rin~"

he looks back up at you as you mewl his name, taking in the image of your flushed face and engraving it into his memory. that expression was only his to see. his.

you let out heavy breaths as you feel suna's finger trace lines over your clothed heat, barely going over your sensitive bundle of nerves. your mind is in a haze until you finally feel his finger inside you. slowly thrusting as he slowly moves down towards your already pooling heat.

you buck your hips as you feel his tongue lick a stripe over your heat. suna was acting different, you were sure of that.

he continues his ministrations with his tongue and his fingers as you continue to moan out his name. the sound of his name sounding coming from your lips like a sweet melody to him as he devours you. you were his, every inch of you.

suna envelops your clit as he sucked harshly and repeatedly, his two fingers thrusting faster and faster in and out of you by the second. suna keeps his eyes locked on you as your back arches from the couch, your hands pulling his hair as you come. your face teary-eyed as he continued to suck on your heat even after you've came.

your moans turning into silent screams as he grips your thighs with his muscly arms, tongue doing wonders to your sensitive heat. your high starts to come again as suna starts to roughly move his tongue inside of you, thumb rubbing your clit.

"Ahhhhh!" you scream as you high takes over you. you take a moment to catch your breath before you go to suna.

you start rid him of his clothes, your head only full of thoughts about how he was going to ruin you even more tonight. you take the initiative of sucking him off but he stops you before he's carrying you towards his bedroom.

suna lays you gently on the bed before licking your heat again and standing straight up. you open your legs for him, elbows supporting you as you look at suna in the eyes with that fucked out expression on your face.

something in suna snapped when he sees you like that and in a blur, you were flipped to your side. your leg was being held up by suna as he thrusts into you, deep and hard.

your continuous moans and mewls served as music to suna's ears as his head fills up with the idea you being his. his to fuck, his to spoil, his to love.

suna lays sits down on the bed as you lower yourself onto his length, his girth stretching you out as you feel the prominent vein of his cock trace your velvety insides. you hang onto suna as you breath down on his neck, stopping yourself from biting him or leaving any mark on him.

"bite me." suna whispered to your ear as he holds your hips down for him to thrust harder into.

"n-no." you manage to answer as he continues to pound into you from below, your hold on him further strengthening as you feel your high approach you.

suna feels every breath you take as his high comes closer and closer, too. he unconsciously mouths the word mine repeatedly as he holds your hips tighter, making sure that his hands would at least leave bruises on you as a reminder of him, of how good only he can make you feel.

not that date you were with earlier, not that seatmate of yours in ethics, no one. only him. he was yours through and through. suna only wishes that you were his as well.

you feel him mouth at the valley connecting your neck and shoulder, tongue going over the spot where he relentlessly sucked in the midst of pleasure.

"a-ah~ rin~" you whine as you feel him suck another mark onto your neck.

"mine." you hear him say as his thrusts begin to grow more sloppy.

you could only moan in pleasure as he continues to thrust into you after how many orgasms you've had.

"R-RIN!" you scream as you feel him shoot his hot seed inside you as your high overcomes you yet again.

suna lays your passed out body on the bed as he gets a clean towel to wipe you down before settling beside you, arm wrapping around your waste as he pulls you closer to him.

"i love you." he whispers to your sleeping form as he too starts to close his eyes.

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[6okuto]

I heard ur writing angst 🥴 ur a blessing on this fandom queen *leans on wall* *slips n falls* *breaks my neck* oh no, anyway. So.... you know.... i wanna request the angstiest hcs you can think of for rime. He hasn't suffered enough i think, he could use some more character development (in the opposite direction) aha i want to see him cry i want to see him lose it. Fictif dont be cowards give us a rime crying sprite 🥰

— rime angst hcs

note from nia: u r a blessing in my inbox! winks. leans against fire hydrant. it explodes. i'm flung into the air like a cartoon character. also i think you guys should imagine this while listening to goodbye from the arcane ost btw. as a treat

i really don't expect felix to cut rime off by the end of this but imagine if rime succeeded in seriously injuring mc

lol

felix finally finding you two and you're on the ground, not moving. blood on rime's blade and face as he looks down

"rime what the hell are you doing?!"

"what does it look like i'm doing? i'm getting rid of an inconvenience."

maybe what agitates rime more than you trying to call felix's name is how felix immediately turns to look at you and slides to the floor

how he starts checking your wounds and caressing your face, promising that you'll be okay, that "it's alright. just keep breathing for me, please,"

effectively ignoring rime, again. for you.

"are you serious, felix? what about me? what about them is so special that you're choosing them?"

"why does that matter—" "because you were supposed to choose me."

like i think people forget sometimes how insane the situation is for rime. dying, being brought back, his boyfriend not wanting to be his boyfriend anymore, the new person he chose having his old relic but not being as skilled as he was yet replacing him in every way....bro's flabbergasted and rightfully so

"i wasn't supposed to do anything." "really? says the guy who spent years trying to bring me back?"

[cue rime crying (but grinning?) sprite] "you were supposed to choose me, felix. not this random person from another world who can't even figure out their own powers. want me to say that again? they were an accident. a pathetic excuse for my replacement, don't you think?"

felix is pissed . like genuinely angry

"and you thought trying to kill them would make me choose you? that was your grand plan? what's wrong with you, rime?"

something about that line hits rime specifically by the way . the idea that something is wrong with him.

"you...you're not the rime i thought i was bringing back. and i'm accepting that. maybe you should too."

rime has to watch you be carried off and felix won't look at him past a final pained (& slightly regretful) glance

are we thinking that rime would sort of scream and throw things at the beginning of a breakdown because 😍😁 like a little slowly creeping realization of what just happened, breathing faster, choking out a sad spiteful laugh, before throwing the weapon in his hand against the ground and yelling 😁 breathing heavy and pulling at his hair as he crouches on the ground before forcing himself to regain composure and finally walking away, numbing himself and accepting reality 😁

but like . in the actual plot .

rime alone with escell...waiting for you and felix to come back..."you know your son has done this before? he's so stubborn and now mc is with him, they're getting back even if he has to give up 2 limbs in the process." (said so. so bitterly)

rime watching felix wait for you to wake up . rime watching you two talk and before he makes a dramatic retching noise he feels angry and a tinge of jealousy

and in all honesty i think rime is working through his own thing and getting over felix being with mc. esp since the writers said the main reason he hates us is because he thinks we'll never live up to him rather than specifically wanting felix back.

But...imagining....rime. who hasn't worked on that yet or met mc personally....waking up from a nightmare about dying and reaching for felix who isn't there .

rime watching mc with his felix and the astrolabe which bonds with healers and those who are kind and selfless. rime realizing he'll never be who he was before or get back what he had.

rime seeing the white streaks in his hair and wanting to cut them

because when felix or sage or anisa say his name it isn't in respect or kindness. it isn't to the captain of the starsworn that they loved . mc's presence is them moving on and rime is forced to choose a path because of it

rime remembering felix waking you up. wondering if felix would still do the same for him. if he'd be as upset as he was the first time he died.

rime deciding he'll live for himself, whatever that means.

[arhvste]

next stop iwa-chan!

“i traded a thousands nights, for just one with you, i been catching feelings over you and i hope you catch them too, i been going crazy over you and i hope you’re crazy too”

CHAPTER CONTINUES UNDER THE CUT

the boy was good in the kitchen to y/n’s surprise as he helped expertly cut vegetables and help cook them off while y/n boiled the noodles and fried the meat.

even though it was something that should've been a normal thing to do, both y/n and iwaizumi couldn't help but feel butterflies inside at the thought of doing something domestic together in the comfort of one of their own homes. the idea of what it would be like to be married even entered iwaizumi’s head for a brief 5 minutes before he shook it off and reminded himself that they were taking things slow.

y/n on the other hand knew that iwaizumi had wanted to take things slow because of a previous bad relationship. she didn't know the ins and outs of what had happened and she didn't want to pressure him to tell her, but she too was beginning to struggle with suppressing her feelings. she would tell herself it was nothing more than a crush but she knew she’d be lying. she genuinely liked the boy and she was in deep, not that she’d ever admit it out loud though.

40 minutes later and the cooking was done as the two admired their work.

y/n laughed as she brought the crockery over to the dining table.

“this was a team effort, if it tastes bad that's all on you.”

“this was a team effort, if it tastes bad that's all on you.”

they sat down and said their thanks before beginning to eat.

iwaizumi was warm on the inside. eating something they had made together only made his heart pick up the pace a little.

he stopped to glance at the girl in front of him who looked as if she was enjoying her meal.

he’d called her pretty before just as a general compliment as form of teasing but she really was beautiful. the fact that he began to like her even before he had a clue of what she looked like fuelled his fondness of her.

it wasn't even just her appearance that had him hooked, y/n wasn't like any other girl he’d met before. he was an attractive guy, he knew this, he had girls approach him in the past but none of them really took his interest and iwaizumi found himself having to consciously speak politely to them. it wasn't like that with y/n though. she could take his banter and give it back just as quick, she wasn't judgemental and didn't push him to talk to her about things he didn't want to.

“i know you said you wanted something pretty to look at but now you’re just straight up staring.”

iwaizumi snapped out of his gaze and locked eyes with a smirking y/n.

“can’t help it when you look the way you do.”

y/n let out an airy laugh as she began to clear up the table and leave everything in the kitchen as they finished, iwaizumi following behind carrying other pieces to bring back to the kitchen.

“we can just chat on the couch or something, i don't know what’s on tv right now, netflix won't work cause the wi fi’s down.”

“so no netflix and chill then?”

y/n turned to the boy and gave him a serious look.

“best behaviour remember?”

“yes ma’am.”

the two sat on the spacious couch and relaxed into the soft furniture.

a casual conversation picked up between the two and they found themselves laughing and chatting carelessly as the hours drained away. time would fly past whenever the pair were together, both of them secretly wishing the hours were longer.

it was now 11:48pm and the atmosphere was nowhere near empty between the two. without even realising, they’d inched closer and closer as they spoke until y/n found her knees touching iwaizumi’s. she smiled as she noticed. she naturally gravitated towards his personality and now it seemed she naturally gravitated towards him physically too.

“what are you smiling about?”

“you.”

“me?”

“yeah you. you make me smile.”

iwaizumi blushed slightly at the girl’s blunt words.

even though they hadn't even known each other for even a month, iwaizumi felt like he knew the girl, like he’d been with her for years, she was so easy to be around and let his guard drop a little.

“hey thanks.”

y/n raised an eyebrow and looked up.

“for what?”

iwaizumi sighed quietly and took y/n’s hands into his own.

“for being patient. i know i said i wanted to take things slow but you really do make me happy. my last relationship was... difficult. it didn't end well and it was toxic from the start i should've seen it coming. you make me want to give relationships a second chance.”

the girl gently squeezed iwaizumi’s hands as he looked into her pretty eyes.

“again, i won't ask you what happened, i’ll let you tell me in your own time, but for what its worth, i will never make things difficult for you.”

to this, iwaizumi laughed.

“it’s a little late for that y/n.”

“how?”

the boy looked away before edging towards y/n a little closer.

“because, all these emotions you make me feel, they’re almost foreign to me, it’s difficult for me to understand them.”

so that was it.

“if i’m the one making it difficult, then let me help make things easier.”

y/n pulled herself into iwaizumi’s lap and cupped his face while staring into his wide eyes softly. she ghosted her fingers over his cheek bones and hummed in satisfaction at his defined features. Iwaizumi’s hands hand snaked around her waist securing her in her position.

y/n sighed lightly before leaning in and grazing her lips over iwaizumi’s tickling his slightly. sick of holding back iwaizumi couldn't take the anticipation any longer. swiftly removing one arm from around her waist, he cupped one hand on y/n’s cheek and pulled her down on to him pressing a firm and desperate kiss to her. she gasped in surprise and iwaizumi took this opportunity to deepen the kiss with nothing but a need for y/n to feel the emotions he had been holding back from her.

y/n moved her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck as the kiss turned lazy but still full of emotion. a soft, pure love was translated through the kiss as y/n began to pull away to catch her breath only to press soft and delicate butterfly kisses to the boys face.

“did that make things any easier?”

“i was trying to be on my best behaviour and you ruined it.”

y/n hummed as she pressed one last kiss to him before resting her head into his chest.

“you’re glad i did really.”

iwaizumi wrapped his arms around y/n pulling her closer into him.

“that did make things a little easier though.”

y/n looked up and smiled.

“good. sometimes i’m not sure if i’m always getting what i’m feeling across to you properly, that seemed like a good way to do it.”

“if that’s your way of telling me your emotions i may have to act even more insensitive.”

the girl laughed and playfully slapped the boy’s arm before cuddling back into his broad chest.

“minus 2 y/n points.”

“i like you. and not even just a little bit anymore.”

yeah, the two wanted to take things slow but maybe bokuto and the other’s were right. if it was meant to be then things just couldn't be forced to slow down. y/n and iwaizumi had crossed paths in such a spontaneous way, neither could even think to prepare for what emotions would flood when they had started to get involved with one another.

“i won't ask you to be my girlfriend, not just yet, there's still things i want to learn about you, for you to learn about me, but believe when i say i want to be serious about you, i want to try with you, i want you. just give me a bit more time but i promise some day soon, you’ll be my girl but i want to be the best i can for you and right now i’m still figuring things out. i want you when i’m happy with myself.”

y/n couldn't help but let the glowing smile on her face break out.

“a little selfish aren't we?”

“yeah i am, only for you though.”

y/n loosely wrapped her arms around iwaizumi’s neck before looking into his sincere and genuine eyes.

“well, when you’re happy with yourself and have things figured out, i’m yours for the taking, until then, let’s figure this all out together at our own pace. it’s clear neither of us want to force things to go at a slow pace but naturally i agree it’s best we learn a little more about each other before making anything official. i like you and i know you like me, we have all the time in the world to stick a label with commitments on us so i don't mind taking things as they come.”

iwaizumi let out a sigh of relief as he pulled y/n into his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“you know, maybe i am glad shittykawa decided to bother you at the train station that day.”

“yeah? i’m glad too.”

enough had been said between the pair. they weren't ready for an actual relationship just yet, but iwaizumi felt excited about the idea of eventually getting to call y/n his officially. all he had to do was get rid of his insecurities and doubts from his last relationship so he could be the best version of himself for the girl who makes him want to do that. he had spent hours wondering if y/n felt the same unexplainable emotions as he did and tonight he knew he could rest easy knowing that she was in just as deep as him.

he was catching feelings over her and he’d hoped she’d caught them too.

whatever stars had heard his wishes, he said a silent thanks as the two drifted off to sleep there on y/n’s couch limbs tangled together.

this was only the start, but both of them slept with a few butterflies in their stomachs as they dreamt about what was yet to come, pulled in close together as they slept under the clear twinkling stars above the skylight in y/n’s apartment.

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an - both y/n and iwa are in deep

akaashi’s playgroup || two pretty setters and co

part 17 - admit it

part 18 - i hope u catch them too

part 19 - whatever we are

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