#you're on an absolute roll with the angst rn

[kangaracha]

wips list for the end of march

nevermore (145/300k, edit complete)

queenmaker (16 chapters written)

FNF (8/10k)

leave part 2

what the water brought (25/50k)

boxer!minho? dlc? something

sick fic (handed to keeps, godspeed)

the gone and the gathered ch 3&4

valleys (complete rewrite)

tgbyb ch 5

tsotl end part 1

darling don't wake up x4

goldmine goldmine (landmine) (6/40k)

soul is yours to keep/zelda fic

draculas

the finished things list! raise a glass!

leave part 1

lyre lyre

[ultravioletrayz]

TELL ME WHERE IT HURTS (18+)

Pairing: boyfriend!logan howlett x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, very mild mentions of blood and injury, a bit of angst if you squint really hard, dryhumping, illudes to smut but doesn't happen

Summary: despite his healing abilities, it's in your nature to want to help and dote on logan, and he happens to know one way you can do exactly that

A/N: this is pretty short and shitty, might make a part 2 with actual smut

Battered and bruised after a particularly rough day, Logan sits lethargically on your shitty, patched up couch, thick legs spread wide enough for him to relax, but not all the way to accomodate for your form sitting on top of his lap, wiping away clumps of dirt and droplets of blood from his head and chest.

You're constantly pestering him to take better care of himself, especially when he gets into fights or goes on missions. He finds it adorable and endearing, but he's too smug to really listen to your advice.

"That little rag of yours isn't doin' much, hun." Logan chuckles softly, contradicting his own words as he leans into your touch, the damp cloth cooling his sweaty face, his tufts of dark, thick hair brushing against the tips of your fingers as his hazel-coloured eyes stare up at you.

"It's better than nothing." You huff, one hand holding Logan's firm, toned waist for stability while you tend to his wounds with the other. Unlike him, you can't seem to find the humour in the situation quite like he can. You hate seeing Logan constantly putting himself in unnecessary danger just because he's got the mutation to withstand it. You hate that he constantly feels the need to test that goddamn theory.

Logan sighs, not wanting to push his luck by making another cynical remark. He bounces one of his legs out of impatience, wanting to just enjoy being at home without constantly being reminded of how his mutation and the expectations that come along with it are killing him. But, his brooding mood is quickly interrupted when the faint, all too familiar scent of your arousal suddenly fills his senses. That tangy, slightly sweet, intoxicating aroma has the ability to distract Logan from practically anything, like some sort of drug that he's absolutely hooked on.

His gaze drops to your open thighs, your clothed pussy pressed right up against his crotch, and its obvious that the movement of his bouncing leg radiating through your body on top of his own is affecting you. Your grip on the rag has tightened and your hips are ever so slightly rolling against Logan's pelvis, but of course he's noticed.

"Y'know what, bub? I think there is something you can help me with after all..."

the logan brainrot is messing with me rn so I must share my thoughts

[churipu]

( OO2 ) ★ dude (romantically) , gojo satoru

featuring. gojo satoru x reader

warnings. cursing, 2006 highschool era, one sided enemies to lovers (alias u hate him bcs of "reasons", and u think he hates him too), gojo being such a fucking tease i love hate him so much, a lot of cringe and weird pet names from gojo bcs he's kind of a little shit, you being mean to him and you make him sad (but you'll make up dwdw, i don't need angst rn), um...kissing (yhyh u guys kissed, so what >:() // wc: 4.0k

ENTRY ( OO2 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"i hate you." "say that again?"

tags: @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1, @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit

there are a lot of moments that you hate in life, but with all due respect, meeting gojo satoru has got to be at the top of your fucking list.

white hair, blue eyes deeper than the ocean. god, why does he have to be so pretty? why couldn't he be born with no hair and no eyes at all? because that, that would make it easier to hate him completely — yes, you're implying that he's physically attractive.

"hey, apple pie," gojo sings out, slinging an arm over your shoulder, "i missed you."

you pushed him away harshly, "don't call me that, gojo. and i don't fucking miss you," a strained whine escaped his throat as he feel the distance in between you both widen at your push.

"come on, sugar bear."

"jesus christ, stop calling me those fucking nicknames." you seethe out at him, standing up to walk away — escaping this hell, escaping gojo satoru and whatever tricks he had up in his sleeve.

"i know you like them," gojo sings out, skipping to catch up with you. shoving both of his hands inside his pockets, "come on, annoyed acrylic nail."

you stopped for a bit, amazed at the nickname. so amazed that you almost actually pulled out a laugh card at him — god, he's insufferable, "what the fuck was that nickname?"

"you kiss your mother with that mouth?" gojo asks, leaning down a bit to put his ugly face up close to yours. frankly, it's frustrating because he's an absolute beauty, what a prick.

"my mother's dead."

gojo widened his eyes a tad bit, "my god — pumpkin, it was just a saying." he sighs, scratching his nape awkwardly, "sorry for your loss."

you rolled your eyes, continuing your aimless walk. the sole point of this walk was to avoid the male, yet here he was, walking alongside you. silently. as you turned corners after corners, he trailed behind you, turning the same corners after corners.

"can you," i look at him, "leave me alone? why the hell are you following me?"

gojo shrugs, "no reason. can't i do that now?" you shook your head, "and why not?"

"this is — stalking. an act of following me around, i feel intimidated. do you want me to file a report, huh? huh?" gojo chuckles at your ramble, finding you quite adorable; in his eyes, you were like this small creature, trying to be intimidating.

"definitely not." he chuckled, "come on, chatterbox. you should let me take you out sometimes, what d'ya' think? sounds good?"

"no. just — don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even breathe the same air as i am," you muttered out, flipping your middle finger at the male out of annoyance making him guffaw.

his slender fingers grabbed your hand, pushing it down gently, "are you implying that i should die?" his voice came out cheeky and teasing.

"yes."

he rolled his eyes, "you're gonna miss me when i do actually die, bet you'll cry and say y'miss me." the male laid his hand on top of your head — patting it lightly, "come on, bonbon. let me take you out, for food, for smoothies, for desserts. anything you want, i'll give it to you."

you heaved out a sigh, "gojo, no — just, no. and leave me alone."

the male eyes you, "you hang out just fine with suguru. all sunshine and rainbows, why d' you not give me the same treatment, huh?" he questions, almost offended at the thought of both you and suguru laughing and joking in front of him.

"'cause you're not him, obviously."

gojo furrowed his brows, expression filled with frustration, "what does that even mean? what's so different about suguru and i? he's a good guy, but 'm a good guy too. right?" he asks, voice low and meek.

"just — shut up, alright? leave me alone."

this time, the male complied; refusing to trail your figure as you disappeared around the corner. his eyes following you until you were gone, chewing on his lip in annoyance.

he didn't understand you, in his eyes you were like a lost cause. and it perturbed him, his peace, his life. the male is dying to know whatever the hell he'd done wrong to make you hate him so much, whether it being his constant nickname for you or was it because of the fact that he's always there to make fun of you?

gojo wouldn't be this bothered if you were like this to everyone. however — the fact is that you're only like this to him. and why? he didn't know.

and he hates it.

very helpful google.

the teen boy threw his head back, sighing out loudly — a few hours since that conversation with you and he still hasn't been able to get you out of his mind.

"what'cha doing?" a shadow peered over him, the white haired male fluttered his eyes open slowly; the afternoon sun gracing his face as he tries to make out who the person above him was.

"nothing," he muffled out, looking to the side — geto chuckled, jumping over the male's head before taking a seat next to him, "did you just jump over my head?"

"mhm," geto hums, "so? is it about y/n?"

gojo looks at his friend, "was it that obvious?" geto chuckled, nodding his head mutely, "try to think about it — as far as we've known each other, what the hell have i ever done wrong to them? i'm so lost."

"who knows? maybe they like you."

gojo rolled his eyes, "who in their right mind, would act like that to the person they like? that's just stupid." geto chuckled.

"people like y/n obviously."

the white haired male huffs out in defeat, "is it because of the weird nicknames? in my opinion, they're really cute. i mean — pumpkin, sugar bear, apple pie? you'd like to call your partner that too, right?" he babbles out, still in trance, wondering what he ever did wrong to you.

geto spared a glance at his friend, "no, that's stupid. it's pretty cringe," he honestly informed.

gojo's jaw tightened in response as he stared at his friend in betrayal, his lips parted as he wanted to deliver something — but the blue eyed male slowly shuts his mouth, pondering for a bit before delivering his comment, "okay, you're partly right. but i enjoy calling them that. they're cute, and my nicknames are cute." he pouted, his glasses slipping down a bit.

"annoyed acrylic nail? really? you can do better than that, satoru."

gojo's head snapped towards geto, "how'd you know about that one?" he narrowed his eyes.

"y/n, who else?"

"traitor. and mind you, i got that from a quiz i was playing on the internet."

geto tittered out in pure amusement, "they were just telling me about what happened," he explained, "and boy, was it interesting to say the least."

"what'd they say about me?" gojo asks, his voice soft. almost scared to question his friend, scared to hear about how you'd describe him — despite being this, "calm", "coolheaded" man he portrays, when it comes to you, it felt like judgement day.

"oh, nothing much," geto uttered out calmly, "how they can't stand you sometimes and how you maunder out the oddest nicknames on earth — oh, and how they find you physically attractive." geto finds himself whispering the last part.

geto was one to say the truth about these kind of things. except, he's now being a little cupid, alias . . . you never told geto that gojo is physically attractive. but the first two comments were the absolute truth.

"they did?" how cute.

geto nods his head mutely, "maybe you should go meet them, they were pretty intent on describing you as quote unquote, the most attractive boy they have ever met," the lie rolled over his tongue smoothly that gojo couldn't help but to grin widely.

"tell me about it, suguru. please, please?"

geto was most delighted to do so. the male enjoying this banter more than anything — if he wanted one result, it was to get you and gojo together. frankly, he finds it quite the mediocrity that you and gojo aren't in an established relationship as of now.

"they were saying how you have these pretty blue eyes that they'd love to look at every hour," geto started, "and how they actually don't mind some of your nicknames — like, sugar bear. they find it endearing."

little bastard. gojo was smiling like a fool right now, his long legs crossed happily as he sighed out in content, "i fucking knew it."

"well, what're you waiting for?"

gojo hops up, peering down at geto who was still seated, "i owe you one, suguru," geto chuckled, shaking his head.

oh, he owed me more than one. geto thinks to himself, waving his friend goodbye.

"hey, sugar bear." gojo confidently approached you, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk on his face, "i missed you."

groaning out in response, you covered your ears with the palm of your hands; not wanting to engage in the conversation right as it started. gojo chuckles softly, circling his fingers around your wrists, pulling them away from your ears, "come on, why're you always so mean to me?"

"you get on my fucking nerves. asswipe." you muttered out, pulling your wrists away, "and don't touch me."

gojo winced, "ouch. so, heard from someone that you called me attractive, huh?" his eyebrows danced up and down in delight, as if he was mocking you.

you arched your brow in confusion, because for all you know. one, you never said that to anyone. two, even if you did find him attractive, you didn't remember ever telling that to just anyone — hell, you don't remember telling anyone about it either.

"excuse you?" gojo gave you a lop-sided grin.

"so? why're you keeping up with the attitude?" he whispers out, shaking his head.

"gojo, what the fuck? who did you hear that from?" you interrogated the male, one of your hand resting on your hips, "whoever the fuck gave you that information is making shit up — no, i don't find you attractive."

the male rolled his eyes at your stubborn demeanor. well, you weren't particularly stubborn; you were partly framed at this point since you don't remember ever saying that to anyone.

"come on, why'd you have to lie to me? it's not like 'm gonna be angry or anything," you sent a sharp glare at him, because he is wrong for saying that — you made it clear you never expressed that forbidden thought to anyone. so why was he saying this to you?

"gojo—"

"why do you call suguru by his first name but me by my surname?" gojo cuts you off.

"gojo, listen—"

before you could say anything else, the male confidently hushes you down, yet again cutting your words off. and if there's anything else you hated more than gojo satoru, it's being interrupted while you were talking.

"gojo, respectfully, shut the fuck up." you scowled at him, and that indeed managed to shut him up almost immediately — the glare you had in your eyes signifying that you were actually serious. gojo can't help but to swallow the non-existent lump in his throat at the sight.

"i never said anything about you being attractive, and whoever the fuck said that to you is a pathological liar. this is getting tiring," you slowly, and calmly tell him. way too calmly for his liking, "you're bothering me. so with all due respect, can you like . . . maybe, leave me the fuck alone and never talk to me unless it's mission related. it's fucking annoying."

gojo was silent. he was clueless of how to react, a part of him wanted to get angry, he has so much questions to ask you. but another part of him just wanted to lay down low and walk away. and gojo went after the latter.

his stomach churned as he processed your words silently, his smile dropping, and his gaze softened. the male inhaled sharply before nodding his head, "okay, sorry."

and he turned his heels, slowly walking away out of your sight — you stared at his back, watching him walk further and further.

letting a string of curses escape your lips, you felt the urge to reach out to the male. call out to his name. say you were sorry and how you didn't mean that — god, sometimes you think it was you that should respectfully shut the fuck up.

" . . . goj—" you shook your head, deciding to just stay silent for now. for now.

this wasn't the first time you've told him off; and he always comes back the next day, so gojo would probably be the same old him tomorrow, right?

wrong.

gojo was dead set on what he was doing, avoiding you. and damn, he was pretty good at it — that it pisses you off. because why isn't he calling you those weird nicknames? why isn't he trailing after you anymore? why isn't he talking to you? why isn't he batting an eyelash at you? one week and still going strong.

"heartbreak problems?" geto appears beside you, taking a seat next to you, whistling out loudly, "over satoru? that's a first."

you wanted to retort back to the male, but honestly, there isn't any point to it. so you actually bobbed your head, "guess so," you muttered out lowly, balling your fists.

"what happened?"

his question made you side eye him, you were pretty sure gojo would've told him by now — after all, they're quite the pair at school. so this was an honest surprise, "shit happened. i said things that i obviously didn't mean, and now i'm suffering the consequences of my own actions, fairly enough, it fucking sucks."

"so, you're openly admitting to me that you do like him?" geto questioned softly, his eyes traveling to the ceiling of the classroom, "satoru? the one you shit-talk about every single day?"

you grunted, "jus' because i shit-talk him. doesn't mean i hate him," geto blinked feverishly before laughing out, "the hell are you laughing at, asswipe?"

"i told him you found him attractive. but i guess things didn't go as i expected," geto spouts out the truth, his laugh dying down slowly into a small smile, "what did'ya say to him?"

"thought you'd know by now, and that was you? fuck." you murmur out, "i told him to leave me alone and never talk to me unless it's mission related. i said it was annoying— that he was annoying."

geto hums out, "why're you always so angry towards him anyways?"

good question. why?

"that's . . . none of your concern, suguru." you ended up shutting down his question, chewing your lips in pure annoyance.

the male raises his hands up, "right. it's not mine — but it is satoru's, you should talk to him," he advices, "he's been miserable, trust me."

"he looks like he's doing fine, and doesn't he like . . . hate me?" geto raises a brow in disbelief, wondering if you were just plain dumb or too oblivious — or both. the male shakes his head, "oh. i thought he would by now."

"y'think he would do all that thing to you when he hates you?"

"well, it's him so it wouldn't be surprising. really." you chuckled out hoarsely, "and are you really giving me advice right now? because i can't fucking believe i'm actually getting an advice from you out of all people."

"that offended me." he smiled.

"well, sorry. i've never taken you for the advice giver type of person, so? is it really my fault?" you questioned, making the male roll his eyes in response.

"you have a man to chase, why are you still talking to me?"

right. you did, "bye suguru, i owe you one."

geto sighs out, remembering the same words that gojo had said to him a week before — and how the tables have turned. he was thoroughly enjoying this all.

"gojo."

the male stopped when heard your voice. your sweet, loving voice. oh how he missed it — your voice, your glare, you. finally sparing his first glance at you after a week.

it was hard. he's miserable. he wanted to approach you, he wanted to call you the nicknames he'd searched on google before morning comes, he wanted to talk to you even if it ended up on you scolding him with very nice words, he wanted to see you. gojo just wanted to see you.

the white haired male has never felt so miserable in his life. this was the farthest he has ever been from you, and it was honestly killing him inside.

"what?" he asks, wondering if he had done yet again, something to make you approach him first like such. because one thing he was confident in is that, you, y/n l/n, would never approach him for anything besides missions or . . . anger, "what did i do wrong this time? i didn't talk to you like you told me to. so?"

"you're fucking unbearable." you muttered out, fists balling tightly — very much angry at him, and at yourself.

gojo raises a brow, "i'm unbearable? what makes you think you can come up to me and tell me that?" he asks you, his voice soft, and a ghast of his blue eyes reflecting behind the dark lenses of his glasses.

"god, i hate you so much."

no, no, no. it wasn't supposed to go this way, you weren't supposed to say that you hated him — and the way gojo furrowed his brows at your statement made your heart drop. why couldn't you just mutter out the word "sorry" and everything would be back to normal.

when people tell you that, "sorry", "thank you", and "please" are the hardest words to say. you didn't take it literally — but now that you were in a position to say one of them, you could finally agree on it. why was it so hard to mutter out a five letter word?

"okay, you made it clear last week. what else do y'want me to say?" he muffled out lightly.

"i hate you." you repeated, "so fucking much."

gojo shakes his head, prompting to ignore you. he turned his heels and began to step away from you. he didn't need anymore hurtful words from you; from someone he deeply has feelings for, "don't fucking walk away," he heard you speak.

"don't . . . walk away." your voice dropped down a tone, "please."

the male hesitated, but he stopped walking in the end. gojo had only stepped away a few times and he couldn't fucking stand it, the way you called out to him — lord, if this hasn't been so serious. he swore he would be running to you right now, how he wanted to have you in his arms right now, even if it ended up with you pushing him away. he would take the chance.

it was better than having to ignore you like this.

"what?" he breathes out again, this time a little curious to what you had to say.

you blinked, parting your lips to say something, but nothing would come out. a few seconds passed, and your lips are still parted. and you were starting to grow desperate, desperate to say something — anything at this point. anything to make the male stay, to stop him from walking away.

"y/n . . . i don't have time for this." he mutters out, trying to keep his act up, even if he was fighting back the urge to just drop everything and run to you.

"no, wait. gojo— satoru." it took one specific word to roll over your tongue, and his heart was racing rapidly. his cerulean eyes intently looking at you from behind the dark lenses, "please, i . . . i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, so please don't walk away from me. don't do that again."

gojo felt his heart began to pound. the male stood there, his breathing growing rapid, "i didn't mean what i said to you — it was my fault. i'm fucking miserable, satoru. i don't know what to do," you tell him, voice lacing in desperateness, "i fucking hate you for this. i swear to god, it's disgusting . . . the feelings. i've never felt like this before and i hate it. i think about you all damn time, i hate you because why the fuck am i feeling like this? i can't stop, satoru."

the male parted his lips to respond, but you cut him off, continuing your words. groggily fiddling with your uniform, brows furrowed, eyes glassy, you continued, "so don't fucking walk away from me. don't fucking ignore me, please."

it took gojo no time to stride over to you, "fuck. do you know how fucking miserable i was for one. whole. week? do you think i wanted to ignore you? to not look at you?" his large hands cupped both side of your face, "i was fucking miserable, y/n. i just wanted you to know how much i fucking missed you. one day," he raises up a finger, "one day felt like a whole year, i can't stand it much longer. so, please — don't push me away anymore."

you look up at him, lips slightly parted, "i hate you."

gojo tilted your face up to him, "say that again?"

his fingers traveled down, brushing the skin of your neck vividly. even with his glasses on, you could see his eyes perfectly — and how they gleamed brightly. gojo smiles lightly, using his other hand to grab your right hand, placing your palm on top of his chest. where his heart was. the constant rapid thuds that you could feel against his chest made your heart flutter.

"god, i fucking love you," he breathes out, drawing your face towards his, his lips inclining towards yours — and your mouths fell together, a few seconds passed and gojo pulled back slightly, his lips parted, "i fucking love you, y/n," he whispers softly, capturing your lips into another kiss.

the hand you had on his chest lightly crumpled against his uniform, holding the male in place as you yearned more of the taste of his lips. it was vague, but you could taste strawberries — and . . . cream cheese. pulling away, you stared at him, "dude."

gojo arches a brow, etching your fingers off of his uniform. lacing them together with his — like a perfect puzzle piece, it was like his hand was meant for yours, and yours for his, "what did you say?"

clearing your throat, you said, "dude, but romantically."

the male chuckles, "you ruined our kiss and our moment, for that?" he pressed a kiss onto the tip of your nose, maintaining eye contact, "d'you know how long i've been wanting to do that? to kiss you?"

you shook your head, "no, but did you eat something with strawberries? and cream cheese? i could taste it."

gojo blinks, "oh, yeah. i had some daifuku," he replies, scratching his nape sheepishly, "why did you have to bring that up now, couldn't it wait until later?"

"dude." he looks at you in disbelief.

"but romantically, again." you added, and gojo smiles, "i can't help it — i don't know what to say."

"i do," he pressed a kiss into the hollow of your forehead, "date me. i promise i'll treat you well. i won't call you those nicknames anymore, just — i just need you to be close to me."

"what if i said no?"

"after that kiss?" he pulls away from you.

"kidding, dude."

the male whines, "stop calling me dude," he said, "can't you call me something else? baby? honey? darling? cutie? handsome? none of that?" he asks out.

"dude is pretty romantic." you rolled your eyes, "do you ever hear me calling anyone else with dude?"

he shook his head, "you never call anyone with a nickname anyways." gojo grumbled under his breath, looking away, "fine, what do you prefer? i don't do well with — nicknames."

"i like the sound of baby, or handsome. i am handsome, right? right?" you rolled your eyes, but gave out a subtle nod, "i knew it, you did find me attractive after all."

"shut up or i'm sticking with dude."

"no," he brushes his lips against your cheek, "i'm baby now. and you — you're sugar bear, pumpkin, apple pie, annoyed acrylic nail, and more to come."

"didn't you say you won't call me those nicknames anymore?" you questioned him with a light smile.

"uh . . . no, you heard wrong."

"okay, dude." you chuckled.

"y/n!" he whines.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[anton-luvr]

hi! could i request for boyfriend!anton helping fem!reader sleep and study for her exams as she has a really hard time sleeping due to her stress and anxiety levels

congrats on 400! ♡

# HERE FOR YOU.

⚝ bf!anton x fem!reader | fluff & angst | college au, bf au ⚝ note ; i havent written a fic in a while, so i hope this is okay!! thank u sm anon i hope you enjoy this <3 + if anyone's stressed from exams rn, don't be! make sure to take good care of yourself and just try your best. you got this! ^_^b

You really hated Biology.

You're not even quite sure why you decided to take the subject when you've always struggled with science.

But with your finals taking place tomorrow, there's not much time for you to mourn over your terrible decision.

Mumbling to yourself, you read through your textbook for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour.

Horror sets in when you realize you still don't understand most of the things you're reading - like what the hell is deamination?

Groaning, you rest your head on the table with a heavy thud.

You were never going to pass this test.

Tears start to fill your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you bury your face in your hands.

You didn't mean to cry, but sobs start to escape you as anxiety rises in your chest.

Why couldn't you understand it?

Were you not smart enough?

What if you were the only one who fails in the entire class?

But those thoughts were shaken right out when the door slams open, startling you.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Anton asks, rushing over to your side.

The moment you feel the warmth of his arms around you, you burst into tears again.

"I'm never going to pass this exam!" you sputtered, tears streaking your face and nose filling with snot. "I'm gonna be the only one who fails!"

Anton's heart shatters at your words, pain biting at his chest when he sees how exhausted and stressed you were.

But he lets you cry it all out in his arms first, soft kisses pressed to your head to remind you that he was there for you.

When your sobs slowly turn into sniffles, he gently pulls away from you.

"Hey, look at me." he calls, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You look up reluctantly, slightly embarrassed at the thought of what a wreck you probably looked like right now.

"Don't worry so much about it," Anton assures. "You're going to go in there tomorrow and try your best. That's all that matters. And even if you fail, it's fine. At the end of the day, grades are just silly letters on a piece of paper."

You nod, too tired from all your crying to give a verbal response.

"And I think your health matters so much more, hm?" he continues, wiping a stray tear away gently. "You look so tired."

You didn't just look tired; you really were tired.

"How about we call it a night and get ready for bed? Your exam's in the afternoon tomorrow, so we can wake up early and study a bit more before you go for it." Anton suggests.

You'd say no, but sleep sounded so tempting right now.

So without any protest, you let him pull you up and lead you to the bathroom, hands interlaced tightly.

"My pretty girl." he sighs, kissing you on the cheek as he sets you on the bathroom counter.

The compliment makes you smile for the first time that day as he starts up a warm shower for the both of you.

When you're done, you let him help you change into your favorite hoodie set - which was all nice and warm because he threw it in the dryer just before you started your shower.

And like the absolute angel he is, Anton lights up your favorite scented candles and disappears into the kitchen to make you a mug of hot chocolate, a heart made out of whipped cream floating on top.

"Feel better?" he asks, massaging your shoulders while you finished your drink.

You hum a 'yes' in reply, pressing a quick kiss on his hand. "Thank you. I was a mess just now." you mumble, embarrassment keeping your eyes glued to the floor:

Anton scoffs at this, kissing you on the lips. "No need to thank me." he mumbles, kissing you again. "I'd do anything for you."

His words make your cheeks flush red as he takes the mug from you, disappearing again into the kitchen to pop it into the dishwasher.

By the time he's back, you're already snuggled under the covers in bed with your eyes shut.

Quietly, Anton dims the lights and gets in beside you.

"You worked so hard today." he whispers, carding his fingers through your hair. "I'm so proud of you. I'm sure you'll do great tomorrow."

He seals his words with another kiss on your lips.

"I love you." you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck while you moved closer into his warm embrace. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He tuts at this, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"You'll never have to worry about that, because I'll always be here for you." he promises.

You thank the stars for blessing you with the sweetest lover ever as you eventually drift off to sleep, safe and secure in Anton's arms.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[figgrrr0]

oh my lord, thinking abt kaveh who comes home and sees his beloved s/o in his oversized shirt and he suddenly gets so possessive at the sight and just rails you all while youre wearing only his shirt 😩 idk im just head over heels over this pretty man and him being dominant is just muah 👌🏻 ndjwndkskks bonus: i imagine kaveh losing it if it’s alhaitham’s shirt you’re wearing one day instead of his and all hell loose

I will admit rn that I know absolutely nothing about this man, but omggg... he's so gorgeous I can't–

This is longer than I planned but that just shows how much I love this idea. Ty for sharing 🩷

I've never done angst so pls ignore if it's clumsy

Jealous Kaveh

Reader: Bottom!Gn // Genre: Smut, angst

Cw: angst (he thinks you're cheating), rough/emotional sex, slight choking, slight degradation, it gets resolved I promise

Due to your recent antics, Kaveh is wholly unsurprised by what he finds when walking through the door to his room: you, leaning against the wall in a clearly provocative manner, clad in only a shirt so huge on you that the sleeves almost reach your mid thigh.

Rolling his eyes, but unable to hide the affectionate smile that breaks through, Kaveh makes his way over to you. His hand takes its usual place on your hip, though when he pulls you nearer, he can't help but notice that something feels... off. Different.

The odd feeling settles low in his stomach, making him feel almost nauseous, but he pushes it to the back of his mind quickly. He wouldn't want to push you away, especially not when you're looking this good, and obviously trying to rile him up – again.

Kaveh draws you into a kiss, then. It's slower than usual, passing for overly loving, when in reality, his mind is filing through the new information that has so rudely made itself welcome in his mind.

You smell like Al Haitham; or, more so – he notices as he leans down to kiss your neck – the shirt you're wearing does.

Ah, it all makes sense now.

He'd registered that something was out of place as soon as he'd seen you: the shirt itself was of a similar fashion as his own, so while he didn't immediately recognise it, it was a common enough fit that he wouldn't be surprised to see it in his closet. But, even so, the mischievous smile you'd failed so miserably to hide certainly gave away that you were hiding something.

Kaveh wasn't sure he wanted to know what that was.

With a frustrated groan, Kaveh pushes you against the wall, taking care to cushion the back of your head with his hand. He breaks the kiss then, looking deep into your eyes, and the intensity that swirls in his own makes you almost nervous.

He was angry. But, what made you really realise your mistake with this little prank, was the watery glaze of tears that covered his eyes.

Just as you're about to apologise, reach out your hand to encase his cheek in your loving warmth before the situation gets out of hand, he beats you to it.

His hand shoots up to encase your neck, cutting off your words as he presses his lips to yours once again, messy and unco-ordinated – nothing like the kisses you usually share. The barest hint of pressure against the sides of your throat coax you to gasp against him, grabbing onto his shoulders at the threat. But it's not needed, really. Kaveh can make you light-headed with a single look; so how's it going to be this time, when his control has already unravelled, just barely hanging on by a thread that's ready to snap?

Minutes go by like this. You, pressed to the wall and squirming beneath Kaveh's rough handling; and Kaveh, one hand roaming your body in a hurry, the other pinning your tongue down so that you can't try to explain, collecting your drool before it spills.

Finally having enough, Kaveh grips onto the collar of the shirt that drapes over your body, his hand tensing before it jerks with a quick movement– the offensive fabric falling to the floor in two pieces soon after. As if seeing and feeling it weren't enough, the distinct "Riiipp" that sounded far louder than it should have in your ears was certainly enough to glue you in to what Kaveh had just done.

You'd both be in trouble once Al Haitham found out. But first, you'd have to hope you can get through the wrath of your jealous boyfriend before even starting to worry about that.

Now that you'd separated, you could finally see the full effect of the situation in Kaveh's face and erratic actions. He's keeping you as close to him as possible while also keeping you pressed flat against the wall, the fingers that are coated with your spit coming down to press directly into your exposed hole. As impatient as he's feeling, his movements are still sound and practical, making you feel good and forcing moans from your mouth at how different than usual it all feels.

Even though you feel bad for making him feel this way (you really should have thought this through more beforehand), you can't help but enjoy the roughness of his actions. His fingers move fast and hard, scraping deliciously against your walls as they curl inside of you, coaxing you to open up for him. It leaves you clinging onto him to support your balance, your legs growing shaky from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

But then, it's over far too quickly. Kaveh pulls away before you can reach your peak, hoisting you up until your legs are locked together behind his back. And then, with no other warning, he's pushing into you.

It's instantly overwhelming, the pace he sets from the start a complete 180 from what you're used to with him.

On any other night, you'd describe the sex between you and Kaveh to be making love. Gentle touches and whispered praises, kisses full of passion and reciprocated "I love you"s.

Tonight, he's gripping you hard enough to form bruises, harsh breaths being hissed against your skin, bites of desperation and broken "I love you"s. Except this time, his hand covers your mouth, forcing you to listen as he pours his heart out. Tonight, he's well and truly fucking you.

And it's all because he thinks he's losing you.

As much as you want to take him into your arms and wrap him into a hug so tight that he can't move, so that he has to listen to you as you explain about how stupid you'd been... you know there'd be no getting through to him as he is now.

Of course, if you'd truly wanted him to stop, if he was hurting you rather than sending bursts of white-hot pleasure coursing through your entire being with every rough thrust that smacks against your ass – then he would. As far gone as he is in his own mind, taking out his confusion and anger on you – Kaveh would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Even now, he's looking into your eyes every few moments, a silent check-in to make sure you still want this. To make sure you still want him.

He's high-strung on emotions, nerves running wild and caught up in the pleasure. The truth is, in this situation, the best thing to do is let him work through it however he needs.

...

A while passes like this, his hands glued to your hips, hard cock slamming as deep into you as possible. Eventually, Kaveh's mind finally starts to come back to him, as he takes in the utter mess he's made of you: eyes rolled back, mouth parted around the moans that are punched out of you with every push of his hips, and nails digging into his shoulders and slicing down to his chest when you're jostled too far.

He's slowing down his erratic thrusts then, worried it's too much for you, that he's overdone it. He's about to pull out, ready to take care of you so that you can have a proper conversation once you're both in the right headspace, when he's completely taken back by your response:

You slam yourself back down onto his cock, begging him not to stop and to be rougher.

And only then does Kaveh realise that this was your plan all along.

No longer is he worried about the security of your relationship or the validity of your feelings for him. You were just being a needy little whore, begging for attention and playing on his frustration with his room-mate.

Now, as he picks his thrusts back up to the blinding speed they'd been before, insults and degradation spills from his lips, mixed with the grounding kisses that you'd started to miss. Now, it was the perfect mix of gentle and rough, old and new.

And when the night is over, cum dripping from your hole, Kaveh will pick up the discarded shirt that got you into this mess in the first place, using it as a cloth to wipe up the sticky mess that drips down your thighs.

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Thank you for reading! 🩷

[arece]

hiii!

could i request by any chance john wick x reader (father- kid) fic where john takes care of reader while they are sick? like john was never emotional or never really showed feelings but when reader gets sick he is overly fatherly, maybe even takes them to see a doctor much for their resisting...

i am really sick rn and its all i can think about..

you can make it a gn or a fem reader

love your work <3

Sweet Nothing

♤ Summary: Used to taking care of yourself, you brush off your sickness and downplayed just how serious it was. The masterlist

♤ a/n: I too have been feeling sick, (which explains why this is so late) I hope you're feeling much better and this helps! A nice little soft fic before the angst I'm about to post next, fair warning.

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Ever the observant man, John noticed instantly, prepared from the first cough. You rolled your eyes, brushing it off as allergies but John was having none of it. He excused it as him not being able to get sick with his career.

He was just genuinely worried but unable to say so. A flaw you both shared, never fully being able to admit exactly how much you care for each other, settling for showing it through meaningful acts.

His worry grew when you slept in later than usual, coughing and sniffling. “The rooms just dry, I’ll drink more water,” you once again brushed him off. He was hesitant but decided not to push you further. His first mistake.

A few days later Winston called him over and he was about to say he couldn’t make it but you wouldn’t let him. You pushed him to go insisting that you were fine and could take care of yourself. Ever so stubborn. 

With great reluctance he left, not without demanding that you call him if you feel even just the slightest bit worse. After a few snippy remarks from your side, he finally left when he was confident that you would call.

You were laying in bed for the next few hours, clinging tightly to Dog in hopes to absorb all the comfort she provided. You felt like absolute shit but didn’t want to burden John, distract him from his job or anything else he was doing.

It was just a dumb cold that you’d quickly get over, you didn’t need to be coddled like a child, you could deal with it on your own. Or so you thought until the coughing fit hit.

It started off just to clear your dry throat but then it wouldn’t stop. Each time you attempted to get a breath of air in it would result in an uncontrollable wheeze. You reached for some water to try and help but you just ended up choking on it.

You fumbled to the side table, grabbing your phone and calling John without a second thought. Not even the first ring finished before he answered, “What’s wrong?” You gasped out, trying to answer him but coughed again. “Kid?”

“I can’t b-breathe,” it took all your energy just to say those few words and you weren’t even sure if they were intelligible. “Shit,” you softly heard from the other side, most likely directed towards himself.

“I’m coming to you now, kid. I need you to stay calm for me, alright?” You could hear him mumble something to someone. “Panicking will only make it worse.” Next thing you heard was a door slamming and a car starting.

“Still with me?” You tried to answer him but was cut off by more harsh coughs, these ones a lot more painful than the last. “Yeah.” Dog whimpered beside you, nuzzling close to show her own worry over your current state.

You stayed on the line with John but it wasn’t long before you heard a car recklessly parking close by and he hung up. Your bedroom door was carelessly thrown open and John rushed over to you, “I’m here.”

He reaches an arm around your shoulders and underneath your legs, lifting you up and beginning to make his way back outside. Your head fell to his shoulder, exhausted from the amount of energy you’ve exerted.

He carefully placed you onto the passenger seat, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead. He buckled you in, making sure you were secure before rushing to the driver's seat. “Continental Doctor’s already waiting for you, you’re gonna be alright,” he reassured you.

The ride felt fast with you on the verge of passing out. It all snapped back into focus with the rush of wind hitting you, John opening your door and picking you up again. He felt a wave of anxiety hit with you growing slightly limp.

It was bringing him back to how quickly and brutally his Helen grew ill. All rational thoughts escaped him as he held you closer to him, running up the steps of the Continental. The only thing running through his head being not you, not you, it couldn’t be happening to you.

Straight past Winston and Charon. He had to help you, there may have been nothing he could’ve done for his Helen but you would be fine.

And that’s what the Doctor assured him. It truly was just an extremely nasty case of a cold mixed with allergies. But John found himself preparing for the bad news to hit, that after that rough of a breathing fit there was something wrong with you, something he couldn’t fix.

He watched over you as you slept off the medication the Doctor gave you, ready at a moment's notice for anything to go wrong. You stirred slightly, aware of the way John seemed to fidget with his hands.

“Everything okay?” You slightly sat up and John was quick to adjust your pillow so you could sit comfortably. “You’re alright, just like I said you would be.” It seemed like he was reassuring himself as well as you.

“Listen,” he sighed and you grew slightly nervous, “you can’t play off being sick like that again. I thought - it could’ve been serious.” You immediately felt guilty, hunching in on yourself for all the trouble you caused.

“I’m sorry.” His brows furrowed, moving to sit beside you on the bed. “I just want you safe.” It hit you, harder than you thought it would. He wanted you safe, he cared about you enough to worry. You still struggled to process it but felt too sick still to ponder on it.

Instead you leaned your head on his lap, prepared to fall back asleep with full reassurance that you’d be okay. “With you I always feel safe.” Your confession was enough to have him soften, comfortingly brushing your hair back for the entire time you slept.

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[sheeluvsme]

Captain price Drabble for my babes that have nightmares <33

As someone who is going through a bunch of medical shit rn for nightmares and PTSD attacks, you are not alone !!! And I know a lot of times it feels like there is nothing helpful to do for it , I wrote this just to hopefully help others and help me too lol ,your not alone :)

Fluff , reader with bad past , scars , PTSD , nightmares, comfort, hurt , angst, mentions of violence , price being the best husband ever fr

Beta reader! @bubuslutty

You normally didn’t have a terrible time sleeping.

You were always in the strong arms of your husband, sometimes too strong.

He really liked to bear hug you, keep you safe, close. As much as he kept you safe, he surely did that, he could not keep you safe from your head. Especially when you slept.

That was a whole different battle, war even.

You lay comfortably in Price’s arms as your cheek lays on his chest, the clock reads about 2:12am. You convinced Price to get regular clock’s because you couldn’t stand military clocks.

Always so hard to read!

Anyways, He’s softly breathing against you, you're both so peaceful, as your mind slips into living hell. You don’t know how you got here, but you're back in that room. That dreadful place.

You start running, immediately, opening doors, yelling for Price. Looking and clawing trying to get out, you're in absolute tears, feeling your chest get short of breath.

Suddenly you turn to see them.

The person you dread most.

You froze, you can barely breathe. You feel yourself shake, soon shaken hard enough you jolt awake.

“Don’t touch me!-“ You yell, jolting awake trying to push whoever is holding you off.

Firm hands grab you tighter and force you to still, “Sweetheart!- Sweetheart listen to me. Listen- it’s me- it’s Price.”

Your eyes flutter around as tears fall from your eyes, your chest heaving heavily.

“Price-?” You whispered, your voice shaky.

Price softly lets go of you, pulling you close instead, holding you.

“Shhh…it’s alright’ love. I’ve gotcha.” He can’t help but feel sad for you. He knows exactly what those dreams are like. Even worse he heard you mumble for him in his dream.

You were looking for him. Crying for him to save you.

And he sadly couldn’t save you from your own mind.

He let you calm down and cry into him.

You mumbled soft things, “They- I was there and- I couldn’t find you- and they-“ You stuttered softly.

John kissed your cheek, “I know. It’s ok, love. They can’t hurt you anymore… If they even give it a think they’ll have a hound of men on their asses, yeah?” He spoke trying to cheer you up.

To let you know you were safe.

You smiled softly through the tears. John always was his best with you… Even with moments like these.

Your hand softly rubs over your past scars and John grabs your hand gently, “None of that now.“ He whispered.

“I know.“ You responded, “I just wish they weren’t there.”

His hand sooths over your back, “Love, scars make you, you. And you’re one tough badass. Probably tougher than me!” He spoke to you softly, his words pulling a smal laugh from you.

“There you are…” he adds.

“I’m no way tougher than you, John.“ your puffy eyes roll at his comment.

“I think you are. You’re tougher than me in different ways, I mean shit- you're better at disciplining my own task force than I am! They're so persistent I can’t get them to shut up sometimes-!” He chuckles against your neck softly.

“They're easy to scare, plus I think I win them over whenever I bring food in, think they're just in their rebellious stage with you, hm?” You look at him smiling.

God, he loves your smile.

“Well shit, I don’t think it's no longer a stage love “ You let out a soft laugh as you learn back looking at him.

“There’s the face I love, hm?” He looks at you , kissing you softly.

You kiss him back before he pulls back cupping your face, “You know I love you, right?”

You pause, “..yes of course I know that, Price. We’re married-“ he cuts you off.

“I know, love. But I’m saying you know I love you, right? And I’d never hurt you. “ You smiled softly, your hands wrapped loosely around his neck, “I know- I know. I love you too, Price baby..” You whispered softly looking at him.

“Good, now… Let’s try and get you some sleep, yeah?... Gotta’ big day tomorrow and I don’t want you not able to function’ “ he lays down with you softly, turning on the tv and letting it play, turning down the volume till it was almost silent.

Just some light and noise to help and you lay in his arms, holding onto him.

[rkivestation]

Those Eyes:Ch.1 ||KTH

»chapter 1: Missed Meeting (Masterpost)

»ratings: Pg-13

➝genre: romance,fluff,angst,smut (might add smut if I ever get requested,else,it has none rn)

➝summary: it's a mystery how two pair of eyes finds solace in each other,when they are strangers and when they are not. can they solve the mystery their eyes behold and explore beyond the horizon of their workaholic life?

➝section warning: making out

➝wc: 4.6k

"I'm sorry but you're being absolutely ridiculous right now sir," after getting out of the elevator you finally glared at the man before you who shifted uncomfortably underneath your piercing glares as all his smugness left his stupid self upon hearing you,"ms. kim I-I didn't intend to-"

tsk. what happened to that distasteful confidence of his.

“I hope you know sir how unprofessional you were being in the elevator as well as in the office this few past days with me.This time sir,” you exhaled, locking your eyes with his,“you have crossed the line. I do not intend to be unprofessional here, hence, I will not expose what unscrupulous remarks you were implying on me in this very elevator."

You stated loud and clear as everyone in the cafeteria was awestruck at your undaunted bravery, "i-its not like what y-your'e imagining-"

tsk. this guy doesn't even have some confidence.

"Even though I am quite a newbie here, I would like to express some of my prerogatives here sir. Along the lines of, you're not only aggravating the womenfolk working here but also you're constantly hampering your dignity, self respect , pride, poise, nobility & self worth here in this very company. Hence I strongly yet respectfully suggest you to fix your perverted bugs floating in your brain so you perhaps can achieve your career aspirations. This is certainly an easy forward task. Thus as you're the brain of this company if you work on it you absolutely will cut a good figure. Therefore, waste no time on scandalous activities; you're young. I suggest you make best use of your time."

You finish with your lips forming into a tight thin smile that only show cased how pissed you were.

The guy nodded clearing his throat to get some words out, "I apologize miss. I definitely will work on myself from now on" and with a polite bow he practically ran for his poor life.

You stand there proudly watching him leave as faint clapping soon grew into rounds of applause. Your eyes instantly roamed around the cafeteria to find each of them smiling proudly at you. You felt a little shy as you smiled at them bowing.

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As everyone went back to what they were doing your eyes landed on the far corner of the cafeteria with pleasant view showcasing outside where a smirking Mirae and a gleeful eyed Auri sat there with a broad smile.

You had to roll your eyes seeing the way Mirae's smirk turned into a cocky grin as you neared to their table, “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 out there Kim Y/N” her smirk grew only wider as you sat on the chair between their's.

"Oh please. Dating doesn't even make sense in the first place. He is a low class playboy" you spat as they both chuckle at your raging anger. "You were for a reason the school's heart breaker after all" Auri teased further but you ignored it stealing a strawberry from Mirae.

"Not funny" you roll your eyes throwing the natural sweet fruit into your mouth. "You know it's just 'that' human things. Don't give a damn bruh." Mirae scrunched her nose distastefully remembering that pervert guy's perverted moves towards her when she was a newbie. She never bought it and she threw his scrupulous remarks effortlessly but seems like you did the final touch sending him in the place where he belongs with your professional words that you're quite always famous for.

"Yes.That's the point.That bastard is a human. 'Human' yes this is the problem!" You spat taking a long sip of your coffee brows arching together in annoyance.

"Since high school you two talk like you're not human yourself tsk tsk." Auri dramatically face palmed.

"Well we stated the obvious bitch!" you both yell out in unison bursting into laughter followed by Auri's cute chuckle.

"Well well well look who is having fun without me" you scrunched your nose noticing two long hands with slender fingers snaking around Mirae's neck going further for a back hug. Your eyes roamed over her figure to her face; her pink painted lips pouted as she pressed her head with Mirae's,tightening the hug. Mirae went still when realization strucked her brain terrifically as her face went pale with half of the piece of strawberry out and half in her mouth. Her pleading eyes looked at both you & Auri in a manner that said,

save me y'all

tsk let our poor Mi breath at least Jae-ah, "you see there's a seat next to Mi on her left, why not take that seat instead of clinging on to her and join our 'Fun' chat" you sass with a thin smile plastered which you absolutely know Jae-ah will not get.

“So silly of me” her high pitched laughter echoed through the area as she took the seat letting go of Mirae. Mirae let a sigh of relief chewing the strawberry finally as the senior interpreter & translator of this company stared at her in awe.

Yes, Jae-ah thinks Mi is her 'that' friend since high school.

She finally averted her gaze to meet yours, "That was incredible right there yn-ah! I'm glad that I can see more of your savage remarks now that we work in the same company! I missed them since we graduated"she pouted as your lips curled up.

"Well I missed her a lot though we were in contact but virtual communication doesn't feel same like real life communication does," Auri dramatically hugged her, "We are so happy to be completed again after five years."

"Let's again work hard & have fun together babe" Mirae cooed feeding you a piece of carrot that you don't know how the hell appeared on the table all of a sudden. Mi and her carrots bruh.

You smile chewing,"Look at all of us being so successful, imma tear up" you fake cry as everyone chuckled.

"My my look who I meet just after my arrival?! Is that you Y/n?" You heard a somewhat familiar annoying voice from your back coming closer. Emphasizing each words of her last sentence.

"Oh Good afternoon Ms.Shina" the name leaving Auri's mouth in a polite way as she stood up and bowed made you almost choke. Bro? It's our popular queen Shina of the same high school you all went as well as our well..friend? Why is she being formal with her?

You dramatically stood up from your chair turning to meet a caked up woman, lips painted a thick shade of red, "It's been a while Shina?" you greet, lips pressed into a thin smile. Yes that was sarcasm. She seems to understand and widened her eyes in amusement,"Still the same Y/n I see"

"Of course, look at you? You haven't changed at all as well" you sass.

"By the way Shina is one of the video game testers here! And she is absolutely good at her job." Auri fake laughed trying to ease up the tension around.

That lit Shina's mood as you mentally eye roll. The only thing she is good at is being full of herself. "Our Y/N is the new game designer here. But along with her job she has shown perfect professionalism and gained trust of all the employees here within such a short time." you look at Mirae still sitting beside, not giving a fuck about Shina's presence as she admired her nails. That made you smile inside at how Mi has not change one bit.

"Yeah. It's only been one week and she is considered the best here. Shina might fail fawning her own charm to others" Jae ah added giggling making Mirae chuckle and grin at Shina.

Shina looked taken a back as her eyes inspected every one of you but her sweet smile didn't falter, "Oh my gosh. Jae ah what the hell are you saying? I'm obviously happy that Y/N gained popularity here.We are all friends after all,”she smirked,“I was in France for a week and I see a lot happening ,wow, and I must have a load of works waiting as well" Shina purred the last sentence with fake laughs coming from her.

"Don't worry Jihyo, Sana & Minnie did a great job covering up for you!" Jae-ah replied.

"As always" Mirae cooed smirking as Shina digged holes on her back. "Mira-"

" M'am! Mrs. Choi called for you immediately" a very slim woman came in a rush cutting the mad Shina from almost jumping at Mirae. The woman looked very familiar to you and in a second you recognized when Shina called her name, "Oh my. Is my mother waiting for too long Ae sook ah?" Ae sook nodded, fear written on her eyes scaring everything outta Shina. So her right hand is now her assistant? Not surprised.

Shina turned trying to gain her composure again but the beads of sweat said something else, "Anyways I need to attend a personal meeting now. I'm eagerly waiting for your presentations in the future meetings Y/N. Let's test your professionalism, shall we?"

Her stupid smirk made her look more distasting, "Well why not? I'll show you, not that I care about your 'test' but because it's fun seeing you getting frustrated?" she pretended to not hear you as she turned to her heels but her glare said it all.

Mirae jumped infront of all of you shoving a piece of carrot into each of your mouth, "well let's save our 'fun chat' for another time as it just got ruined and lunch time is almost over and also the new CEO will be arriving in any hour."

She practically yelled at the reminder of today's meeting for the new CEO. "New CEO?" You asked amazed not knowing anything about it.

"Holy shit. I almost forgot today our current CEO is going to hand his business over to his son" Auri panicked. "How did we forget this? I gotta go prepare a lot" ,Jae-ah waved at y'all quickly, practically running out from the cafeteria.

"How come I wasn't informed?" you wonder. "Well maybe you weren't there or something Y/n-ah it's okay now you know beforehand at least", Auri pats you as you nodded smiling.

"Just be sure to be there or I'm dead as I'm in charge of rechecking every employee's presence" Mirae chuckles ruffling your hair as you three step in the elevator ready for another several hours of work.

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You head to your cubicle as a happy Tzuyu waves at you, "Good afternoon! Had a great time?" you smiled at your coworker, "Very much great I swear!"

Nayeon chuckled as you huff a tired sigh,"Seems like its gonna be greater."

Your head snapped at her giving her a confused look as your right brow arched upward. "Did you bring the file?" she grinned.

shit. Your confused gaze turned into a terrific one as millions of scenarios played into your head. Solar sure is the most generous,kind & sweet woman but when it comes to work she got no mercy. Strict as hell.

Solar is gonna kill me. You groaned running one hand through your hair. How could you forget something this important? Today is not really your day.

"Aigoo! stop scaring her nayeonnie~" Tzuyu chuckled throwing a piece of crumpled paper at nayeon as she laughed.

"Oh c'mon I'm telling the truth!'' she ruffled your hair enjoying your frustrated state. "Idiot!You can go and bring it.Right now?''

right now? how? its gonna take hours even if you leave now? Plus what if you take a lot of time? In one word 'impossible'

"Possible but hard." Tzuyu arched her brows together rubbing on her temple in a thinking manner. Did she just fight with your thoughts? Nayeon nodded, "You better leave right away sis."

"Leave?who?" a familiar voice asks wondering as your head snapped towards the top of your cubicle.

There stood Mirae ; your only ray of hope at the moment. "Yo! You look sick? shit lemme help!'' she panicked. You instantly get up taking her hands into yours with pleading eyes,

"i do need help"

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"Bro how can you forget something so important to solar?" Mirae yelled for the nineteenth time. She's been panicking for the past ten minutes not caring how much she is cursing at work hours.

"I mean I would say nothing if it was Soojin-", mirae's gaze softened when she meets your frustrated state. She pats your shoulder consoling you & herself, " Calm down! calm down! Its nothing to worry about." she chuckled nervously watching you scoff. "Okay,i mean it is. but it can be solved. you just go back & bring that file asap. simple."

simple? you look at her shocked as she shifts uncomfortably biting her lower lip.she knew what she was saying. 'you got no other choice.' she mouths fiddling with her finger.

"Listen." ,she barks suddenly gaining her confidence, "Trust me. I'll handle everything. Just some hours it is right? thats nothing for me." she said nonchalantly leaning closer to you, winking. Her reassuring tone calmed you down a bit.

you knew when Mirae meant to save anyone she really meant it with her life. "Also bet Solar is gonna be late as she's busy with the-" she stops and starts as realization hits the tip of her tongue,"shit what am I gonna do with the 'new CEO's arrival meeting" she facepalmed as your mouth went dry again.

"Don't worry, y/n is a newbie, she will not be asked for as its practically just the new CEO talking. We really need the file, else, the graphic designs might be postponed for another week.'' Tzuyu popped up almost like an angel.

Mi clapped her hands together smiling although you knew its gonna be a perilous step for her as she is the one assuring every stuffs presence, "Right y/n im gonna handle that too. Just go.'' she smiled at you as you stared at her with eyes full of guilt.

"But-"

"No buts just go!"

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You sat on your couch head hanging low, your long straight hair messed up, gaze weekly fixed on your smartphone's time. 4:35 it flashed right at your eyes as if its mocking you.

Today even the time is against you. You're not even surprised at this point. Stupid Traffic tsk. You let out a painful laugh,groaning afterwards.Universe showed you karma for no reason today. Why always me?

Even after leaving at 3:30 in hope of reaching within 30 minutes; time completely played with you with its favorite weapon, the traffic. It was hell of a long ride of a total one hour. And when you finally reached it took a solid ten minute to find the file in the dustbin. The dustbin? For real? Were you drunk? The last time you were this irresponsible was back in high school when you lost your attendance sheet.

Even if you leave now it will take another hour and you'll reach after the office closes. and if it takes half an hour for you to reach; someone for sure will approach you and ask where you were. You should've been in the boring meeting where the CEO would be giving some common speech of making more profits by working together like any other CEO but here you were counting your last days.

You tap on the contact logo as staring at the time is of no use. Your eyes guiltily roamed to the contact of your savior. Mirae.

You stressed her enough by dropping a thousand pounds of pressure. If you apologize to her she sure will slap you even if you knew you were at guilt,she would never make you feel that.

She must be at the meeting but still you make a call, though you know its no use as the other line said , "The number you've called is currently switched off; please try again later." Hope she's not in trouble.

Its 5:00. No use of going back neither sitting here. Letting out a long sigh you get yourself up to take a shower. Needa relax your stiff body and messed up mind.

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You took longer than usual in the shower to kill the time. You already had thought of searching for some jobs as this one is clearly at risk. You sigh looking at the clock. 6:00pm. Soon everyone will end their shift. You pick up your phone to call Mirae praying to God.At least she shouldn't lose her job. On forth ring she picked up as your breath hitched slightly.

"I think I'm losing my job?" you exhale.

"What? no.'' she nervously chuckles from the other side of the line.

nervous & Mi? This is the first time of this day you felt her being slightly nervous. That's when you knew you are absolutely doomed.

"Did I messed up big? Are you in troub-"you stopped as you heard an unfamiliar tone scolding Mirae? Is he the CEO? If he is you already can say he is one of that stuck up, egoistic, jerky once.

"I'm sorry it's not like I did something wrong? Why are you coming at me?" she replied strictly to the man,trying to not show her nervousness.

You heard faint sounds of the man chuckling. Sarcastically?

"Mi?-"

"Hey I'll be talking on our gc.Later.And solar doesn't even remember.She's busy, don't worry." she hurriedly said through gritted teeth yet trying to sound cheerful as usual.And she hung up.

She sounded more mad than nervous. God knows what happened.

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VIP Hoomans

Y/N

Should I head back to the office? Is Mi in big trouble?

I'm so sorry guys. This is all my fault. I will do everything to save Mi's job istg.

Auri

Don't you dare blame yourself. Nobody's losing any job for a stupid reason tf-

Mirae

I have it all covered up. Don't even think like that. You're all safe.

Jae-ah

We are all human y/n.

We can forget dw.

and my Mirae handled everything professionally uwu

Auri

except one and very unprofessionally at that

she literally went hulk mode omg

Mirae

Auri. Dont dare.

Y/N

Shit.Did you mess up something sis?

Mirae

It has nothing to do w you y/n I swear!

Its just something between me & that jerk.

y/n

jerk?

perhaps you mean the CEO,right?

Auri

Nah,the ceo is very extraordinary & kind at heart.

Jae-ah

Yeah he promised us he'll make this company a living paradise from now on lol

Y/n

lol dramatic of him. Then who is it Mi is so mad at?

Auri

well well

Mirae is now enemy's w the new ceo's manager

Mirae

Also my coworker. And his cubicle happened to be right beside mine. How sweet, right?

Y/N

Wow so we finally found another competitive computer programmer aside of Mirae?

Auri

He is also an audio engineer.

Very genius and talented might I add.

Got his degree from Harvard.

Y/N 

Harvard?

Mirae

genius. my foot. Jeon Jungkook,stuck up jerk.

Auri

Oh. And snaps w his words. Mr.Jeon found it inappropriate and unacceptble as he found the senior programmer aka mi dozing off & looking disturbed in the middle of the meeting.

Mirae found her match,finally.

xD

Mirae

Y'all dont needa make me remember -.- 

and he's no match to me pfft

Jae-ah

Poor Mirae already was frustrated w all this fuss and now gave a bad first impression to him TT

Mirae

idgaf to that

Jae-ah

he also wanted to recheck if every employees were present..

Shina

And Mirae the trouble maker she is tried to block his way.Now he is suspecting more.

Mirae

How funny,right? Shina only pops up to suck tea and throw some blames here and there.

Shina

Oh my, is it your way to thank me for distracting that awfully handsome guy, love?

Jae-ah

you did nothing tho..?

he looked annoyed by you so he left lol

Mirae

the way i love you Jae ah ;)

anyways he should start counting his days backwards from now on because I'm sure as hell not going to be easy on him.

he might be the player but im always the coach.

Jae-ah

thats my Mirae 

y/n

here we go playing another round of 'Mi the fatal woman' XD

Auri

ok are we done w this drama?

Mirae

you started it m'am x)

ok so who's up for hanging out!?

its been so long istg.

Shina

me.

Mirae

look who's talking lol

Jae-ah 

it sounds fun!

Y/N

oh yeah why not? i need some fresh air anyways.

Auri

im totally up!~ but where ? 

Mirae

;)

Seoulmusement veshia! 

we are surely paying visit to the park of maze there as well ;)

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You smiled to yourself keeping  your phone on the night stand as you head to your kitchen. Mirae will never stop recommending underrated places just because of their 'fancy' names. You've always felt lucky to have such helpful,supportive & selfless friend as Auri & Mirae by your side. Even if the world turns upside down you will be always their first priority. 

You take the pan to make your favourite half boiled noodles. After what happened today you mentally prepared yourself to add extra spice to feel the sadness. Everybody has their own way to mourn you know?  But after all of your friends saving you from this mess you're now beyond happy to do that. Instead you ended up adding extra mushrooms. After the noodles is done you turn off the stove and head to the drawing room. 

You jump on your comfy couch turning on the tv searching for your favourite cartoon 'shinchan' no matter how old you grow you're never gonna get bored of this cartoon. Shinchan has always been your role model for living life just the way you want to. You love how he doesnt care about anything and just goes on without any worry. After watching several episodes you watch some of your favourite vlogs & then continue a drama which you were watching lately. Tomorrow is your weekend so what could possibly go wrong if  you go to sleep late and over sleep? Nothing. You chuckle remembering your teenage days when you had no adult responsibilities and would sleep till afternoon & then Auri would wake you up when you were in the bathroom.

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"Yah!" you tried escaping once more,  trying to turn to the left path but the strong hand pulled you once again to the small corner as both of your bodies almost collided together. Your breath hitched slightly at the sight before you but you tried to stay sane. The close proximity made both of you feel each others breaths on the lips. He trapped you between his arms staring at you with those eyes which always holds thousand of unspoken mystery,millions of truth untold. It always brought you into a totally different world. A world where only the two of you remained forever.

''You smell so sweet, I cant get enough of you.'' he inhaled the natural scent of your hair fondly which he does alot. Butterflies in your stomach told you just to feel this moment. Feel him close. His heart,his soul,him & those eyes. He loved playing with your hair. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead  looking down at you  as he found you looking anywhere but him. He chuckles seeing you flustered as he lifts your chin to meet his gaze.

He takes your hand leading it to his bare chest as you grasped. He had his plain white shirt unbuttoned with his built chest on full display which you were trying to not look all this time. His hair was wet & messed up as his locks fell on his forehead. Too hot to handle. Your palm felt the warmth as it roamed around the area before he decided to place it on his heart,

"This.." he purred in a raspy voice leaning closer  his breath brushing on your lips making your heart stop,"it only keeps beating faster & faster everyday..what should I do Y/n -ah?" he exhaled.

''a-are y-you sick?..shouldn't you consult a doctor? instead of telling m-me?" you mentally curse for stuttering. You knew what he meant and could feel his heart beating fast against his chest but you couldn't prepare yourself yet. So you tried to joke. He chuckles seeing you uncontrollably blush, clear failed attempt of joking amusing him,

"What if you're the only doctor to my heart?" he smiled playing along as he caressed your cheeks. You struggled to let a word out. 

"Not gonna let you dodge this moment again Ms.Kim" he whispers biting slightly on your earlobe. You let out a unintentional moan which made him lose it completely.

"heal me.." with that two words said he crashed his lips with yours as your eyes widened not knowing what to do. He was moving his lips passionately not averting his gaze from you. You melted at his touch ; his hands roaming aggressively on your back and sides. The honey-like taste of his lips made your insides moan in pleasure. You looked at his  mesmerizing dreamy eyes before closing yours as both of your lips moved in sync. 

Just like both of your lips both souls connected like two last lost puzzles finally finding each others mate. The moment was intense,hot,passionate,needy yet the aura around you radiated true love & affection. As if he had no intention of letting you go. He waited for you,wanted you,needed you and now that you're here he wasn't letting you go any soon.

His hands slightly rose your shirt stroking the sides of your bare waist as you pulled him closer wrapping your arms around his neck feeling every bit of his lips. He moaned between the kiss as he took your upper lips biting it slightly,making you moan. He cupped your cheeks pulling your lower lips afterwards. The intensity made you lose it as you pulled his hair mouth leaving breathy moans. You were turning him on. So much.

Your back hit the wall as he pressed himself against you; lips finally leaving yours as you both breathed heavily on each other. He leaned close to your ear whispering, "Y/n-ah.." he purred;his usual soft voice getting deeper taking you to another realm as he breaths,"do you know..." he bit your earlobe as the touch of his lips trailed down to your jawline leaving open mouth kisses,

"..what is the strongest organ to fight with?" His gaze shifted to your confused face as  he left a soft peck on your lips chuckling.

 ''h-huh?'' finally you could utter something between this overpowering  heavily breaths. As you try to open your eyes your long eyelashes flatter leaving faint shadows of it; he didn't utter a word staring right through you as you did the same; gulping down his ethereal beauty. As he was drunk with your mesmerizing self; you.

"What do you mean ? What is it?" your eyes widened as his smirk widened as well followed by the next two words said,

"The tongue"  and suddenly with a thud it's all dark again.

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“Wake the fuck up you dirty hoe.”

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»next

[almostfoxglove]

hey there you enchantress of words and feelings

i am writing to you from the depths of a sleepless night (and extremely tired day at work with absolutely no regrets AT ALL would do it again no questions) spent rereading all of i’ll carry you and finishing the last chapter at the early hours of dawn with no one but the stark light of my humidifier to witness the tears rolling down my cheeks.

idek where to start? this was already one of my absolute favorite javi stories but now i think it might have just beat that to become the eternal javi story etched into the grooves of my brain.

i cried for her and her shattered heart that only has the strength to put itself back together for him. i cried for her and her shattered heart each time it thought it was done breaking for him. i cried for her and her shattered heart when it was finally settling (only settling because it would never beat for anyone else but him) for another soul even tho it wasn’t made to fit with another. i cried for her and her shattered heart when it saw him again and realized he would continue to shatter her every day now that he’s tangible again.

and then i read his pov (that i had put aside until this final chapter was released) and cried all over again for him and his shrinking heart that only unfurled in her presence. i cried for every time he came close to presenting his gentle heart at the pedestal of her but never actually did. i cried for all the years, days, and minutes that they were so close yet so far and not even the strongest forces could either bring them together or pull them away from the gravity of each other.

i cried because, i consider myself somewhat of a “late bloomer” - in my early twenties without much to show for romantic entanglements. not to say i haven’t loved because i have but never in a soul-shattering way. and i have cried many times for all that time that seems to have passed without my heart knowing where to put all that love it carries so easily. so reading about these two and how they find each other even after everything that has passed was almost like that weighted blanket that pulls javi under the depths of sleep. this story was that weighted blanket that gently enveloped my weary heart and slowly lulled it to sleep.

ANYWAY (jesus get a grip woman) i apologize for all this rambling. i just didn’t know where to put all these feelings that have been swimming through me all day, at work, hours after i read the last line. this story has taken up a special place in my heart and i will be revisiting as many times as i need to be enveloped by the love of these characters and lulled into a sense of security.

thank you for sharing this beautiful and soul warming piece of art with us and thank you for sharing all your scribblings with the world 🤍

i’m sure i’ll have more to say but for as of right now i’m gonna continue thinking about these two for as long as i can.

p.s. after reading the javi pov drabble i couldn’t help but wonder if you’ve thought about his pov for more situations? like when he leaves that second time (for four years) and when he pretends not to see her after the wedding dress day or any other times. i would love to keep swimming through his pov!

oh my god anon you're making me cry into my coffee rn (tears of LOVE) - I cannot believe how thoughtful and generous this is of you to write / send. speaking of enchanter of words & feelings hello?? this ask is poetry?? I am so fucking touched that you were so touched by I'll carry you - that series has been my favorite to work on so it just means so much that it's close to your heart, too.

I'm so glad that despite all it's angst (sorry to javi I swear you're my favorite pedro boy baby idk why I put you through the wringer with this one) that it's still a comfort to you?? like that's actually gonna make me full on weep to think about I'm so fucking honored <3

re: more javi pov - I am... certainly not opposed to this >:-) I've got a bunch in my writing queue that'll have to come first but I do intend to come back to these two in one shots in the future, sooooo I'm popping this in my ideas doc :,) I'm really so touched that you'd want to read more from them (sobsobsob)

thank you so much for reading & being so fucking sweet to me. I love you sm anon - I'm holding ur hand through the internet right now, ok? you're a fucking gem x

[technically-uh]

-TAEHYUNG'S first kiss

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summary: introverted taehyung has his first kiss with extroverted reader!

triggers: introverted taehyung feeling excluded, sad and lonely. oh, and one kiss.

genre: angst and fluff

a/n: ahahHA this is just how i feel during parties and stuff. my extroverted friends must be crying rn. and i like, wanted to like. just start my year with a nice fic about a first kiss. idk.

taehyung really hates you right now (not really). of course this happens. of course you drag him to this stupid party, convincing him that it's gonna be fun and he believes you and shares your enthusiasm and follows you to the party, even though he knows he's cripplingly introverted and knows that he'll hate it. and of course you saunter away, being the extrovert you are, and he can't even say anything because he wants you to fully enjoy and not be anchored to him and only him. and so he ends up awkward, all alone.

taehyung rolls his eyes as he gets up from the couch. he keeps his hands in his pockets as he steps out of the house. it is a very cold night. he isn't informing you that he's leaving, but you seemed busy and he didn't wanna interrupt you when you were having fun with your friends. not that he was mad at you or jealous of you or something, but he was just genuinely awkward, and didn't want to be a burden. or a bother.

he takes out his phone and texts you as he walks away from the music and the lights. he rubs his hands together and breathes out slowly in the freezing cold. and he hears your voice.

"taehyung!"

he turns back and looks at you. you're running towards him, gasping for breath. you don't really have that cheerfulness that you always do. you seem confused. upset. "where are you going?" you ask him.

"erm," he says, guiltily. "um. home."

you stare at him and look at your watch. "but it isn't even 8," you tell him as he grins and ruffles his hair awkwardly.

"yeah, well," he says honestly, "i'm not really having fun here." it's depressing. i just wanna go home.

you pout, disappointed. "oh," you mumble quietly. you look down at your feet. "i'm sorry," you apologize guiltily. "i should've spent more time with you-"

"no, no!" he says quickly. "not at all." he looks down too. "i, um, i understand. it's fine. you don't have to be tethered to me. i just don't enjoy.. these sorta parties." he grins at you comfortingly. "i'll be fine, though, don't worry!" he says. you smile at him.

"but- but-" you say hastily, still directing your gaze to your feet, "that's not the only reason i feel sad that you're leaving."

oh. "what's the other reason?" he asks, curious. you finally look at him, lockyour eyes with his, and take a deep breath. you smile at him as you lean in and plant a kiss on his soft, pink lips.

when you lean back, taehyung is absolutely surprised. you chuckle at him as he's frozen in shock, his face pink and lips slightly parted. "this is what i wanted to do," you say softly.

you hear someone calling your name and realize you need to go back. you really don't wanna leave him, especially not now, but you just know it's what you need to do. you lean in towards him again and whisper, "see you soon. very soon." and you run back to the house.

and taehyung's just standing there, in the cold, feeling warm.

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pic from v's instagram account: @thv. very obviously lol

hope you liked reading this :D

[guroseinsei]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

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ohh i havent done these in a while but i love 'em. tagged by @rinn-e <3!

Three ships: ,, that's tough. but currently feral and diving into: AskeFinn (Vinland Saga); KakuHida (Naruto); Snarry (Harry Potter)

First ever ship: Kagome/Inuyasha was my first ship. My first yaoi ship however was Kakashi/Naruto.

Last song /album: Last song i listened to today was Painkiller by Three Days Of Grace👌. Banger, banger song!!!

Last movie: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever. I haven't had much time to pick out a movie to watch,, I'm mostly catching up with series rn. But that movie was great, i love it, the songs, the plot and most of all it have me a great new ship (Namor/Shuri)

Currently reading: The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern. I have unfortunately become an extremely slow reader with novels... so I'm only past page 55 lol. But I read one of her other books "The Night Circus" an year or so ago and I absolutely loved it - it is on the list of "my favorite books". If you're a fan of fantasy, angst and a bit romance thrown in then yeah, it's pretty great! And her writing style is absolutely beautiful!

Currently watching: I'm watching three series at once... it depends on my mood lmfao: "The Alienist" (rewatching this, I love it sm. Psychological, mystery, crime, 1800s era), "The Last of Us" (I need to catch up, I'm on ep 7 or 8? But I am loving it and crying) and "Chocolate" (K-drama i fell in love with in 2020 that kinda became my comfort show. I watch it whenever the days are tough sksks)

Currently consuming: Water, lmfao. Remember to hydrate!!! (as a friend of mine would say)

Currently craving: Sleep, more time to write fic and draw too, does food count too? cause i'm craving halwa rn (a sweet confectionery)

Tagging: @itshomobirb @sleepyviri @cinnamon-roll-is-sleepy @bombom-666 @thebeingofeverything @queen-of-the-nerdlords @fairyceridwen @thetiredintp @disasteroulik (sksks idk if you guys still do these either lmfao, feel free not to do it <3)

[lis-likes-fics]

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That's 1,792 more posts than 2021!

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#and then people wanna say that he's evil and obviously doing all of this for his own personal gain when he shows up in an end credit scene

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

None of Your Business

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Warnings: Angst, abusive father (for real, not great), violence, enemies to lovers, slow burn, language, smoking, mentions of alcohol, degradation ig, Eddie being Eddie (maybe a bit meaner)... A/N: Took me three days to write it and it’s 18.7k words (i am so proud of myself rn), so if this flops, I will be ugly crying for the next three months to compensate for it. Anyway, thank you and enjoy.

"Okay, class."

The instructor walks along the table, setting rubrics on the desks of people in the room. Some pay attention to her, others simply ignore her presence as they continue talking to their friends.

"I need you to pick your partners for this out of class project due in two weeks." She turns back to her desk. "One partner," she emphasizes. "Not two, not three. Just one. I'm looking at you Mr. Tenley. Please and thank you."

Eddie doesn't move from his seat as chairs and desk scrape against cold linoleum floors. He's still at his desk, tossing a paper ball in the air as he sticks his tongue out over his lips.

By the time he gets up to find a partner, he finds that everyone's already paired as he looks around himself. He gives Jeff and Gareth a pointed look as their hands clap in a high-five. They see him, tired looks and annoyed sighs as he shakes his head at them. He plops back down in his seat. The class has an equal number of people, so there has to be one person left without a partner.

"Raise your hand if you need a partner."

Eddie's hand lifts and so does one other person's. As he sees them, takes in their identity, his eyes wide and he curses under his breath.

The teacher sees it, too. "Ah, Jesus," she huffs to herself. "Congratulations," she sighs, "You're partners." There's no joy in her voice as she says it. She's more exhausted than anything else.

"What?!"

Eddie's head whips around when your voice joins with his in a cry of absolute frustration. You glare at him and turn back to the teacher.

"There are two others absent. Can't we just pick them?" You try to reason, but she's too tired and too annoyed to listen.

"No," she shakes her head. "They will be partners when they return."

Eddie scoffs, "But–"

"I don't want to hear it," she cuts him off. She points a finger at the both of you, "You're partners and that's that."

You turn your head back to Eddie and scoff, flaming eyes glaring into his own. He's seething, you're seething, and the teacher can only roll her eyes and curse under her breath as she watches the both of you openly hate each other. It would be entertaining if it weren't so damn annoying.

~

You pull into the trailer park with the roll of your eyes. You see Eddie's trailer and huff as you get out of your crappy car. You look up at it, staring as you shake your head and work yourself up to walking forward. You readjust your jacket over your work clothes, an oversized white jacket stained with a faint tint of dark red paint.

You walk up to the trailer, and shake your head at yourself once again. You knock on the door and it swings open on the second rap of your knuckles against it. Eddie looks you up and down, face fallen as his eyes stare down at you. There’s no “hi” or “what do you want?” He skips any small talk.

“Remind me again why we couldn’t just meet at your place?” he wonders, raising a brow.

“Not an option. You hiding something from me?”

“No, I just don’t want your stench around my house. I’ll be cleaning for days just to get it out.”

You roll your eyes and shove past him, “Move over.” Your shoulders bump into each other aggressively, and he moves his body to the side lazily. The door closes behind him while you walk into the trailer, looking around the walls with furrowed brows and an upturned nose.

Eddie walks forward behind you as you drop your bag beside the table in the living room. His hand is held up at his side, a movement that’s far too flourish-y for his own good. You hum and he scowls. “What?”

You signal around the room. “I was expecting the walls to be crawling with bugs, but…” you turn to him with a raised brow. “Instead, I get cups and caps.” The walls were lined with baseball caps of all kinds, a type of decoration that confused you. You would never ever admit the spark of interest that came from those and the variety of coffee mugs accompanying them.

You shake your head. Eddie ran a hand through his mess of dark curls—ones that were darker than usual. Had he just washed them?

You hate that you noticed that.

“Yeah, well,” he starts, “I expected you to just ditch me, but here we are now.” You raise your brow at him. He truly has such little faith in you that he believes you would let your grades slip because of a rivalry?

He’s right. You’ve done it before. You won’t be doing it again, though, you got pulled back because of it.

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#4

Loner

Pairings: Edward Cullen x Reader Warnings: None really A/N: I’ve had this posted on Wattpad for a while, and I decided to post it now just because. This was a request that I got that I had a lot of fun writing with. I hope you enjoy it, thank you!

Edward's eyes once again wandered to the girl sitting alone in a cafeteria full of tables with open seats. Her body hunched over the surface of the table, her eyes downcast as she stared at a book she held in her lap. There was a frown on her face, though not as deep as the one she usually wore along the halls of the school.

He delved into her mind, which was a creation of the words she was reading, pictures and images of characters and their actions as she mentally played out the scene she read. His curiosity reached its peak when his own face popped into her mind, it seemed she had chosen him to take the face of a character decorated in a fond light. He assumed it to be for the same reason others usually found him and his family interesting, a pretty face for a pretty person.

As the scene of the fantasy story played out, he found himself-a character, the hero of the story-sitting alone under a tree to reflect on his thoughts. The thoughts were relatively tortured, but forced into a positive light illustrated by the story.

As she read, he found a hint of distaste in her face at the way the author had described the thoughts of the character, drenching them in optimism when the thoughts and actions they had come from clearly should have been solemn to hold a depth she knew the character held. A depth she unconsciously identified with. A quiet scoff passed through her lips, and Edward's own lips lifted in a slight smile, finding amusement in her thoughts and portrayed emotions.

Edward found his feet moving before his mind as he stood from his own table, earning the looks of his siblings, which he ignored. Even the inquiries found in their thoughts could not reach his mind as his eyes stayed focused on the girl. As he approached her table, he could hear his name reflecting off the thoughts of the students around him, curious to see what was going on with the Cullen and the loner; essentially the outcasts.

He came to stand by her table, her eyes eventually tearing from her book as she came to the realization of the presence. When her eyes found him, her mind was torn away from her book almost viciously. Edward could see the alarm bells going off in her head at the sight of him and almost snickered, ever-amused by her reaction to him.

"Hello," he said after her mind had enough calm to comprehend his words. Although it seemed she was still experiencing some shock as she took a moment to respond. Her mind, however, was not as still.

What's going on? Am I being pranked? she thought to herself. There's someone at my table- Wait, he spoke to you. Say something! She shook her head to free herself from her mind as she nodded, taking note of the person in front of her. "Edward Cullen." She berated herself for verbally identifying him. "Er- Hi..." She tried to find something else to say, her thoughts an disorganized mess as she tried to sort through the socially acceptable answer but only coming out drawing straws. "What are you doing at my table?"

As Edward listened to her mind, he could not help his curiosity at the fact that her first thought was not connected to who he was, but rather that he was someone standing in front of her. His name had only come after the fact that she was not alone anymore and that she needed to speak. He was about to leave too much silence between their responses before he finally spoke to her, "What are you doing sitting alone at your table?"

He could feel the eyes boring into his body from all angles as people all over the cafeteria stared at them. It was the polar opposite to subtle, and they all shamelessly knew it. He filtered all of their thoughts to focus on her own, her mind interesting him to no end.

Her cheeks suddenly flooded with blood, tinting a darker color as she looked around at all the attention they were receiving. He bit the inside of his cheek to focus on anything but the blood flowing through her veins that was suddenly brought to his attention. Her heart was pounding in her chest, more of what he assumed was just embarrassment flooding her. Although, upon further inspection, in her mind he could sense something else coming from the change.

"I..." she tried to come up with a response. "I always sit by myself."

Edward stifled a chuckle at her reply. The bluntness of the statement was humorous to him, although he did not know why. Her eyes continued to dart around them, complaints and anxiety screaming in her mind about all the eyes watching them. Edward turned to see some of the people watching, locking eyes with them to humiliate them into looking away. Eye contact made most people squeamish, so a simple look should suffice for most as they frantically looked away to try and find something else to console their embarrassed thoughts about being found out.

Edward's eyes returned to her, giving a gentle smile in an attempt to calm her nerves a little. "Would you like some company?" he asked, tilting his head slightly in an attempt at using his charm. It was just a test really, he wanted to see her reactions to him.

Her mind wandered back to her book, to the character with his face. She matched the smiles and there was another fond light over the thought. He looks so happy, she commented, a brief flicker of the character's tragic backstory making the simple act of the hero smiling just as beautiful.

She returned to the present when his question resurfaced and she nodded, letting out a bit of a sigh as a small grin spread over her own lips. "That would... actually be really great. Yes?"

Edward's amusement mixed into something else: genuine wonder and interest trumped his basic curiosity. He took a seat next to her, his movements slow and almost cautious as he kept some distance, but not enough to raise any flags. Her smile wavered for a moment, an unease in her thoughts again as her eyes moved back to the eyes on her. This could be a trick... What if it's a prank?

Her eyes scanned over him, returning to the cover of her book as she fingered the edges. Maybe I should've ignored him... No one ever wants to sit here... Her thoughts had a frown sinking into his lips, the turn from surprise to shock to pleasantry to anxiety almost unsettling.

He tried to shake her from those thoughts as he asked in a gentle voice, "So, again I ask, why are you sitting by yourself?"

She shrugged, thinking of an answer. "I don't have anywhere else to sit." She was quiet for a moment. "I'm a loner... always have been." There was a sadness to her tone, and in her mind she found herself once again reflecting on the character in her head. An outcast loner by his peers, a loner by force.

"Something tells me... not by choice?" he asked as he tried to make the connection.

She looked at him, her eyes almost looking as though she was trying to see into his own mind. She shook her head, "Uh... No. No, not by choice."

"So... why?" He could not find the answer in her mind, hard as he tried. She was very good at avoiding the conflict, pushing it from her thoughts to limit the amount of discomfort she felt over the past. She shrugged, "Fall out with a popular kid."

Finally, she gave away a face and an accompanying memory with said person, a relationship she held in her early years of high school. It was a wonder he had not gotten the story by now. He knew every story, except this one...

"I see..." he mumbled, although he did not see the details, just the bigger picture. He was trying so hard to understand, to piece everything together. He had missed the way she searched the room, her eyes darting around her audience as she slumped toward her book.

"What's wrong?" he asked, taking in her new thoughts. He saw it before she said it.

"People are staring," she mumbled.

Amusement returned at the prospect of the eyes of teenagers watching them. He did his best to conceal his smile, but it was all in vain as a small grin found his lips. "That bothers you?"

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793 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#3

Bound in Dream

Pairings: Morpheus/Dream x Reader W/C: 7.7k words Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of death, mentions of sickness, sad storytelling, that’s really it. It’s a fluff-angst mix... A/N: This took longer to finish than I thought it would, but I’d blame work for that so... Here it is, enjoy!

The darkness of the night was quiet inside your home. Candlelight was the only thing illuminating the room as you gathered your herbs and set them out. They were familiar herbs, ones you grabbed once a week as a ritual, a routine, a necessity. You ground each herb together with your pestle, watching each little leaf or seed be crushed under its stone.

As if on cue, the whistling of the kettle pot heating over the stove signaled its readiness. Your thin nightgown flowed behind you as you shifted the pot and grabbed your mortar. Setting it down, you transferred it to your tea cup. You closed your eyes, your hands hovered over the cup as your finger swirled around the rim slowly, gently, a feather light touch as your magic seeped into the cup. You muttered the ancient words of your spell, whispering them into the air as you allowed your enchantment to settle.

When you opened your eyes again, the mixture of leaves and seeds was a powder. You picked up the kettle and poured the boiling water into your cup with a sigh. After a short, careless blow, you sipped at your tea and ignored the harsh burn to your tongue.

You held the cup between both your hands and blew out a breath. "Perhaps I'll sleep tonight," you whispered.

Then a strange feeling came over you. Your head began to spin and your body swayed horribly with the dizziness of whatever was suddenly taking over you. You grabbed the edge of the counter. The cup slipped through your and shattered against the tile of the floors with a harsh burn and slight stings against your bare feet.

"Here in the darkness…"

The words were a whisper in the back of your mind, a little echo of chanting. A dark feeling settled over you, hollowing your soul.

"Here in the darkness."

"What's happening?" you asked yourself, struggling to stay upright.

"Here in the darkness!"

The ground slipped from under you, and you were suddenly falling. The dark magic gripped you as you tried to grip onto whatever part of your reality that you could. You could grasp at nothing, take hold of nothing, there was nothing. You were like a bird trapped in a cage.

Your body met the floor with a harsh thud. The pain surged for only a moment before vanishing, paling in comparison to the horrors you have already endured. You could not move, numb to the feeling of your body, other than the bite of the cold floor underneath your skin. You were rendered paralyzed at the grip of dark sorcery, hazy-minded and heavy-bodied.

You could faintly hear the muttering and echoes of voices, shocked and excited. You could feel as one in particular, one that sounds like he's speaking through a filter as his muffled words command his people to move. You felt a set of hands remove your robe and leave you in your nightgown, but that was the most you could comprehend.

You were struggling to hold onto reality, too far gone from your potion and the darkness of the spell that gripped you. You slipped out of your consciousness, falling into a void of sleep that you wished never to return to.

~

You felt your toes first, wiggling unwillingly as you slowly came back to wakefulness. The tips of your fingers were next, flexing slightly as you tried to will yourself to open your eyes—but they were so heavy. You had no real desire to allow them to open again. You took in a slow, deep breath, filling your tight lungs like a balloon that wished not to inflate. You were able to clench your fist after a moment—tight, loose, then tight again as you allowed yourself to wake up.

You opened your eyes, unmoving as they darted around the room, through a barrier of glass. It took too long for you to realize you weren't alone. You turned your gaze without moving your head, and your eyes landed on a pale-skinned man across from you, bare and limp and beautiful as his face buried in the crook of his arm. He emanated a power you had never felt before, a power that reached inside of you and demanded submission. He was strong and compelling.

But just as vulnerable as you.

It's then you realized your own body, not as bare as him, but nowhere near decency. You ignored it, it was not of importance at that moment.

You were both trapped, imprisoned in this sphere, in this dome of glass as you lay unwilling to move.

A moment of silence and paralysis passed before you heard the squeak of a door. Your eyes looked but you did not move. A muffled command became a clear voice as a man approached the glass. He was mature, tall and blond and as greedy as the men you've met before. Next to him was a little boy, young and scared and almost…unwilling, you thought.

He saw you first, eyes open and watching. "Ah," he muttered, "You're awake."

You didn't respond. He watched the both of you for another moment before he finally spoke again, this time to the mysterious being next to you. "Are you awake? Are you listening?"

There was a long pause of silence. The being did not stir. The man sighed and circled the dome to take the both of you in, stopping at the other side to see you more clearly.

"I know who you are…" a beat, "Dream of the Endless."

You breath silently caught in your throat at the name. The being beside you, a man you had begun to question the presence of after so long without the proof that you had hoped you would be above the necessity of.

The being, Dream of the Endless, opened his eyes. You both remained still.

The man spoke again. He sounded so pleased with himself as he did so, "I captured you according to the laws of magic…but it wasn't you I wanted."

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811 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#2

Couldn’t Wait, Huh?

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff Warnings: Lesbian smut, dub!con, slight? somnophilia, threesome, oral giving and receiving, masturbation, fingering, face riding, praise kink, teasing, dirty talk, slight degradation, switch!Wanda, dom!Natasha, switch!Reader. A/N: This has been in my drafts for a bit, so I’m finally posting it. Have fun!

You were all coming back from a mission. It was late at night and Natasha was driving back to the compound with you and Wanda in the backseat.

You were your head laying across Wanda's lap, sleeping as Wanda's hands carded through your hair. Natasha glanced back at the two of you, smiling at her girls before turning her eyes back to the road.

Wanda watched you as her thumb brushed over your cheek, moving to cup your throat. She saw the way you moved slightly, your lips falling open as a breath left you.

Her lips curled into a smirk, her fingers trailing down the column of your throat and to your breasts, squeezing. A slight moan caught in your throat, shifting again at the feel of her hands on you. She pulled her lip between her teeth, letting out a slow breath before letting you go.

She kept her hand sitting atop your head, her other hand smoothing along your side and over your ass. Again, she squeezed gently and marveled at the way you did not wake from her touch. Her smirk faltered only just a little when she saw you shift again, this time with more movement as you breathed in deeply. She knew you would wake soon, but she was beginning to have some fun. Scarlet tendrils seeped into your temples. Your body, which had tensed slightly, released again as you fell completely limp on her lap. Your evened out breathing confirmed your sleep and her hand continued to roam your body.

Wanda's hand played with the waistband of your pants, shifting to the clasp of your jeans and undoing them. Slowly and silently, she opened your zipper and cupped your mound in her hand. Your lips pressed together, a crease formed between your brows.

She dipped her hand under your panties, cupping you again as she palmed you. Her finger pressed against your clit, rubbing it gently, teasingly. Your hips wiggled slightly and she smiled down at you. It was when she dipped two fingers inside of your pussy when another tiny whimper escaped your lips. She pumped them slowly in and out of you, reaching deeper and deeper before curling them deliciously.

You were getting so wet already, covering her fingers in slick as she played with you. She bit her lip harder, getting more and more addicted to the way you began to squeeze around her fingers. A firm curl of her fingers pulled another moan from you, and this one caught Natasha's attention.

Through the rear-view mirror, Natasha's eyes found Wanda's smirking mischievously at her. She knew that look in Wanda's eyes, a dark hungry look that darkened her own gaze. Wanda added a digit, pumping her hands faster inside of you to bring you closer.

You dug your face into her lap, a hand curling around her leg to hold her. After a moment, she pulled her fingers from you and brought them to her lips. She held as much eye contact with Natasha as she could, licking your arousal from her fingers and suckling gently. Natasha gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she groaned deeply in her throat.

Wanda hummed, her eyes fell closed as she sucked on her fingers. When she pulled them from her lips, she smiled and whispered to her peaking girlfriend, "She tastes so sweet, Tasha."

The latter clenched her jaw in response, letting out a breath as a smile took over her own lips, "Taste her for me."

Wanda's smile widened and unbuckled both your seatbelts. She shifted you so you were lying across the backseat. She stripped you of your bottoms, shucking them away and admiring your heat as she positioned herself with you. With a silky grin, she pressed her lips to your wet cunt and hummed. "I bet she's so good, baby," Natasha said, her voice husky as her breath became shallow.

Wanda agreed with another hum instead of actually replying, too busy pushing her tongue inside of you as your pussy clenched around her. Your tiny mewls fueled her as your hands balled. Her hands gripped your thighs tight, nails practically digging into your skin as she ate you out.

She thoroughly enjoyed the taste of you, her tongue plunged inside of you and she sucked on your clit almost harshly. Your hips squirmed and tried to buck against her, but she held you down to keep you still. It took a lot for Natasha not to stop the car as your needy sounds filled the car, accompanied by the sounds of Wanda sucking and licking you.

You were harshly pulled from unconsciousness as your orgasm rolled over you, an intense pleasure rushing through your body. A loud moan erupted from your throat first and your body followed as you arched your back, your hands tangling in Wanda's strawberry locks. Your eyes shot open and looked down to see Wanda's head between your thighs. The pleasure blinded you and the sight excited you. Your orgasm hit you hard as her name came from your throat.

Her fingers pushed back inside of you, curling and thrusting as she helped you through your high. She did not let a single drop go to waste.

When you eventually came down, your body fell back onto the seat as you caught your breath. You were still trying to recover from being woken so violently, your body still sensitive to everything around you. "Damn, Wanda," you sighed. "You couldn't wake me up first?"

She smiled, running a hand through her hair and sucking on her fingers. "You just looked so peaceful." You sat up and took her chin in your hand, kissing her deeply as you tasted yourself on her tongue. She chuckled against you. It took you a moment to realize that you were still in the car, which was now speeding down the road.

You looked at Natasha. "Nat, slow down," you told her gently, laughing a little. "We're gonna go flying out of the window soon."

The car then began to slow to a stop—it took a while because of how fast she had been going—and pulled to the side of the sleepy road. She opened the door and got out, rounding the car to the side Wanda was currently occupying and tearing open the door. "Move over, baby, it's my turn."

Wanda moved away and Natasha pushed you roughly back into the seat to lay you down, her hand pressing into your chest as her lips hungrily found yours. She easily dominated you, pulling a whimper from your throat as she slid her tongue between your lips. Wanda crawled over to the other side, and you started fiddling with her jeans when Natasha's mouth found your neck.

You got them off of her, discarding her panties as you looked at just how wet the two of you had collectively made her without even doing anything. Natasha kissed your belly, lips moving further along your body before pressing against your clit. You moaned loudly, still sensitive to touch as your cunt throbbed.

You looked back at Wanda, eyes finding her glistening folds as a smile came to your face. "Sit on me, sweetheart." Wanda bit her lip again, her canines digging into her skin and drawing blood. She let go of her lip with a sigh as your tongue found her pussy, licking and sucking on her with a shared moan. Wanda pulled her shirt over her head, undoing her bra quickly before cupping her breast in her hand, her free hand running through her hair.

Your arms wrapped tightly around her thighs as Natasha's hands dug into your own, her nails finding the same place Wanda's had only moments before. She buried her face between your legs, licking at your sensitive pussy as a her fingers pushed inside of you again.

Wanda rode your face, her tits bouncing with her in a hypnotic manner. One of her hands moved to tangle in your hair, a lazy smile on her face as she closed her eyes, needy please slipping from her lips at your good work. She shuddered against you, your moans from Natasha's tongue sending shivers of pleasure through her.

Natasha traced her hand along her body, raising her shirt and undoing her jeans. One hand kept you still while the other dipped under the waistline of her panties, pushing inside of her own pussy with a sigh. She pumped her fingers inside of herself, her palm pressing to her clit.

All of your moans filled the car, which was heavy with sexual desires and longing. With all of you at work, fueling and fucking each other, you were coming again in no time. You came first, most sensitive and stimulated. Wanda was after, her thighs trembling violently and her breath shuddering as your name fell from her lips. Natasha followed after the both of you, her fingers working against her clit roughly as her muffled groans shot through you.

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1,629 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You, Me, & Steve

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader x Steve Harrington Word Count: 8.5k Warnings: NSFW, smut, face riding, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, deepthroating, praise kink, daddy kink, gay sex, I’m not saying Steve’s a sub but Steve’s a sub, bottom!Steve, top!Eddie, switch?Reader, overstimulation, threesome... A/N: There this song called You, Me, & Steve by Garfunkel and Oates, and I love the song so...enjoy this filthy ass fic with everyone’s best friend Steve. Thank you!

You smile across the table at Eddie, pursuing another slice of pizza from the pie between you. His face is stuffed with a huge bite, cheeks full and a stupidly large grin on his face. There's grease on the corners of his mouth and a string of cheese hanging over his lip. You chuckle lightly before taking a bite of your slice.

He speaks around his mouthful, "It's great, right?"

"Mhm," you hum, chewing your slice thoughtfully, "'S good."

You set the slice on your plate, dusting off your ringed-up hands as you pick at the slice of pepperoni hanging off the side. Eddie tilts his head as he sets his own slice down, rubbing his hands together before wiping them on his jeans. They were his good jeans, the ones that only had the one small hole across the knee.

"Babe," he calls your attention, raising his brows and offering a small smile. "You okay?" He looks at you through his bangs, reaching over the table and brushing his fingers over your knuckles.

You look up at him and smile, "Yeah, perfect."

You feel his shoe tap against yours under the table and laugh. You return the kick lightly. "We playing Footsies now?" you raise a brow, laughing when you feel his foot kick you again. And then you are playing Footsies as he continues to nudge you here and there, the both of you at war under the table.

A small fit of giggles erupted from you as you gazed at Eddie, his big brown, doe eyes staring back as he laughed rambunctiously. You could have wished a thousand wishes for this moment. You can’t believe that it’s finally you and him, and him and you. Just you.

And his friend Steve.

Steve Harrington plops down in the seat right next to you with a pie in hand, laughing lightly at the scene he’d walked into. Your light-heartedness fades slightly as you glance at him with a tight smile.

“Playing games without me?” he quips as he sets the second pizza on the table. It’s loaded with toppings, and he immediately scoops a slice onto his plate, giving the both of you a large grin. Yours is forced as you return it, Eddie’s is easily reciprocated with nothing but his usually strange bubbliness.

You don’t even know what his whole deal with Steve is. He’s always around now. Before, you could snag plenty of hours with Eddie where it’s just the both of you alone. But now, it seems like you can’t shake Steve.

Eddie would ask, “Hey, you want to go catch a movie?” Then you’d say yes and be on your way to a drive-in and see Steve Harrington coming to join.

Then Eddie would ask, “Hey, you want to go out? Get some food and come back?” You’d say yes and be on your way. Then Steve fucking Harrington would show up once more.

Eddie notices you space out and looks at you again. “Hey, you okay?”

“Hm?” You look at him quickly and offer another tight smile. “Yeah, fine.”

You’ll be better when Steve leaves so you can hang out with your boyfriend alone.

~

You’re filled with a little bit of hope when Eddie asks you out again later on in the week. You’d just hung out with him and Steve all day. You are hoping Eddie has gotten his fill when he asks you if you want to get ice cream with him. You are excited as you get in his van alone, and then drive to the ice cream parlor alone, and then enter alone.

Your mood is ruined when you spot Steve waiting for the both of you in a booth. He flashes you both that huge grin and beckons you over. Eddie greets him happily and brings you both to go sit. You’re seething, but you hide it well.

It happens again when the circus is in town.

And then again when you and Eddie go to Skull Rock to let loose with some weed and Steve fucking Harrington just shows up.

You could have wished a thousand wishes for Steve to disappear. It's not that you don't like his friend, and it's not that you don't think he's great—truth be told, you had a major crush on Steve before you got with Eddie—but how many hours with him can you truly spend when you hardly even have time to fuck your boyfriend in peace? At the very least, you wanted to just have an hour to yourself to fuck Eddie without him getting a call from Steve to ask if the two of you wanted to hang out again. You hang out so much, you’re so pent up from not having the time.

Eddie notices your unease as you hole up in the living room of his trailer. Steve's lounging on the couch with you squished between them. He grabs your attention with a hand on your arm and excuses the both of you to his bedroom.

Eddie closes the door carefully behind him and is surprised when you jump his bones. You moan into his mouth as you push him against the wall and run your hands over his chest, your lips devouring him as all the pent up stress explodes.

He responds almost immediately, after getting over the initial shock, and kisses you back with just as much hunger. He’s just as pent up as you are. His arms wrap tightly around you, and he turns you around so you’re pressed up against the wall instead. You both moan into the other’s mouth, the sound muffled by your squished lips.

But then Eddie pulls away and smiles at you, chest heaving from breathlessness and eyes blown from lust. “What’s going on?” he asks quietly. “You okay?”

You huff as you stare at him, eyes darkened with desire. “I want you.”

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2,786 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

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Being Sakusa's Wife:

YN is Pregnant

Sakusa Kiyoomi featuring MSBY x Pregnant Female! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: Swearing, territorial Sakusa, unwanted touching

A/N: This is an anon request! I've been a certain mood lately so I've been writing alot of fluff vs angst. But never fear my period is approaching so the angst will be coming 😅

Congratulations YN 🎉 you've married into the MSBY family 🙌🏻

Or maybe we should send our condolences???

I mean you did marry Sakusa so like that's a plus right 😅

SIX FOOT FOUR INCH SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Please you probably put his height on your wedding invites 🤣

Anyways, you and Kiyoomi have been married a few years now and finally decided it was time to grow your little family 🥰

Anyways, alot of "practice" later and BOOM you're pregnant 🥳

Kiyoomi will probably be very neutral on his reaction

Literally don't expect much from him

but BUT he's excited on the inside ok!

Literally he thinks you are the absolute cutest when it comes to being pregnant

Like at first, he doesn't get it

You rub your stomach only like there's really not much of a distinguished bump there 🤨

He probably thinks it's a instinct thing or something

If you end up having morning sickness 😬 sorry YN he isn't much help

I mean, he's like a support from the sidelines, bringing you things to help calm your stomach or even googling home remedies

But he will not be right next to you holding your hair 🤚🏻 sorry love you are on your own there

However he will go to every single appointment with you

At first, they are kind of boring #hardfacts

You found out around 6 weeks, so the first one was more informative than anything and the second one wasn't anything exciting either....

UNTIL 👀 the doctor brought out the doppler

Now you are roughly 10-11 weeks now, and you're doctor suggests they try to find the heartbeat

Kiyoomi sits back as you pull your pants down and the doctor puts the doppler on your stomach

Then you hear it 🥺

The little "thud thud" of your sweet babies heartbeat

Now this is what gets Kiyoomi

Literally that little freaking heartbeat just solidifies something in him

He falls more in love with you and your baby

As you grow, he loves watching you put lotion on your expanding belly

"Kiyoomi do you think I look fat?"- You speaking the question no man ever wants to hear 😬

Kiyoomi rn 👉🏻😐😳

You turn to look at him

Kiyoomi 👉🏻😰 "babe you're pregnant with our baby, you look perfect"

You 👉🏻🥺 really?

Kiyoomi gets out of bed and comes behind you, hugging you and placing his big hands on your belly

"Babe I love you so much and you look fantastic! Thank you for growing our baby"- Kiyoomi

You 👉🏻🥺😭😭😭

Those darn hormones 😅

Anyways, the weeks go by and soon you and Kiyoomi find out you're having....

A.....

🥁 🥁 🥁

Baby BOY 👶🏻

You begin shopping and setting up the nursery

Kiyoomi is a huge help!

Mans does his research 👏🏻

Literally he will find the best car seat, best crib, best everything for his son

He also caters to you

Literally this man will book you pre-natal massages because you once said your back hurt 🤣

Now the unfortunate thing is that you did not really plan this pregnancy that well

You actually thought it would take you a while to get pregnant

But surprise! 🙃

So unfortunately, Kiyoomi is gone alot and at the gym most days preparing for the opening season

You are lucky enough to have a flexible schedule so you often visit your husband and bring him and the team lunch

You are about 33 weeks now

I know, MASSIVE timeskip but keep up 👏🏻

Anyways you waddle your adorable belly into the gym carrying food for an entire army

Or one very large Volleyball team 🤔

Meian sees you and immediately the man RUNS 🏃‍♂️ to help you

"God YN be careful!" He scolds

You 👉🏻 🧍‍♀️ hello to you too-

"Jesus YN smuggling a volleyball into practice or what?"- Inunaki jokes as you roll your eyes

"YN'S HERE!"- Hinata and Bokuto both scream, bouncing up to you as suddenly your husband blocks their path ✋🏻

"Touch my wife and I will give you both massive concussions," he growls as Hinata and Bokuto practically stop mid-air

You just shake your head as Atsumu comes up from besides you, extending his arm for a hug

You go to reciprocate said hug but Kiyoomi again blocks you

Mans cock blocks a Sumu hug 😐😑

"Kiyoomi!" You say from behind him as he glares at Sumu

"YN is carrying my child Atsumu, be careful!" He scolds as you just roll your eyes

Please YN he's so protective 😭

You go to set up the guys lunch as Kiyoomi literally hoovers over you

"YN maybe you should sit down, you've been standing alot," he says

You 👉🏻🙄

"I'm fine Kiyoomi! Plus the doctor said it's good for me to walk around. And this little boy has been kicking my ribs like crazy and the doctor said movement can put them to sleep!" You say smiling and ignoring your husband

After you finished, he will literally grab you and drag you to a chair, grabbing another one to put your feet under

"Kiyoomi! I said I'm ok!" You pout as he glares at you

"Babe you need to rest, I know you don't sleep good at night so I know you're exhausted!" He scolds

"Man Omi you don't let YN do anything fun," Atsumu teases as Kiyoomi glares at him

"I'm just being cautious!" he says ignoring Sumu like he always does 😅

After the teams break, you pack up and begin to ready yourself to leave

You are getting ready to walk out when you see a random woman standing at the door

You grab your bag, waddling over to her to see if she needs help

"Hello there, can I help you?" You ask politely

"Oh my, look at you! Such a gorgeous young lady and oh my, pregnant? You are absolutely glowing!" she gushes

You smile and nod, "thank you, it's my husband and my first baby!"

"Oh my! Look how big you are! You must be ready to pop anyday now!" She exclaimed

Now you still had no idea who this woman was, nor what she was doing in a random gymnasium

Like how odd 😅

You didn't particularly like people making comments about how big you were

Like 1) it's rude 2) you're growing a whole ass human!!!

Never make comments on anyone's size ok, it's common sense 🙄

Anyways, before you can respond, it happens

She extends her hand and it lands right on your stomach

You 👉🏻😳 ummm...

This was the first time some random person had touched your belly and honestly, it was weird to say the least 😬

Like it would be one thing for the person to ask but like who thinks it's a good idea to just touch someone's belly??

Again don't do this

"No no don't touch me there, this is my no no square!" 🙅‍♀️

Anyways, you are literally like 😳 🧍‍♀️

Poor yn doesn't know how to react honestly

Well it's a good thing your husband doesn't have that problem 🙃

"DO NOT TOUCH MY WIFE'S STOMACH"- he booms from beside you, grabbing the woman's hand off your stomach and removing it

"Oh my," she gasps as you snap from your shock 😳

"Ummm- this is MSBY's gym ma'am, if you need help finding something, the main office is down the hall," you say as the woman slowly backs away

Here eyes wide and scared as Kiyoomi looms over you

"Th-thank you miss and I apologize!" she said quickly walking away as Kiyoomi glares

"Are you ok YN?" He asks, turning to you

"Yeah I'm good just kind of shocked that just happened," you said, absently rubbing your belly

"I'm sorry that happened YN, but remember you can tell anyone you don't consent to them touching you," he said as you nodded

You turned to hug him, kissing him as your belly pressed between you both

You felt your son kick, Kiyoomi smiling down as he rubbed your stomach

"Dont kick me kid, you should have kicked that lady!" he chuckled as you laughed

Yeah he's a keeper YN 🥰

[missnedge]

Excuse me, I fucking loved that Bakugoxreader oneshot, and the tinny bit of angst with, but now that I took a sip I want more, much much more, so pretty please 🥺

Can any of you two make another oneshot full of angst and heartbreak, with a happy ending with Hawks or Dabi or Aizawa.

Just me and my extreme need to cry rn.

Dabi/Reader

Hello! I woke up, read you're request and have been working on it all day, its literally almost 1:30am. Truth is I'm not all that familiar with writing or reading for any of the characters you requested, but I did some soul searching and found some good inspiration for Dabi. I'm sorry if it's not as angsty as you had in mind, once I got the idea I really got on a roll and the ideas kept flowing. Also no crying :(

Anyway! Here you go!

Summary: You stumbled upon Dabi by accident, and by one risky choice you intertwined your fates. You both loved eachothers company, but Dabi had always been vauge about his life. One day you learn why, in the worst possible way. Can you forgive him?

Tags: Injuries, wound cleaning, life threatening situations, threats, angst, feelings of betrayal, bantering, reader is sarcastic, reader is gender neutral, fluff, love confessions, kissing

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

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It was a stormy night, and you had gotten off late from work. Thank fuck you had the sense to check the weather this morning before leaving. You would've been absolutely miserable if you had to walk in this downpour without an umbrella. 

You were almost to your apartment, about a block away when you heard it, a groan of pain coming from an alleyway. You froze on the spot as you turned to look down the dark stretch. Alarm bells started going off in your mind, nothing ever good comes from alleyways in the middle of the night. You were just asking to get mugged if you tried to involve yourself, just mind your own business and keep going. 

You turned to take another step but stopped. "Fuck…" A raspy voice hissed in pain. 

You sighed. Logically you should move on, just head back home. But for whatever reason, something in your gut told you to help. "For fucks sake." You muttered before stepping into the alley. The darkness enveloped your vision, you blinked and scanned around. A figure sat hunched against the wall, clutching their abdomen. 

You crouched down, holding the umbrella over the both of you. "Hey, you okay?" You ask. The person lifts their head, bright blue eyes meet your concerned stare. "You should get out of here." His voice was gruff, he winced and clutched his side again. You sighed and glanced around at the filthy crumpled brick walls of the dank alley. "Yeah, I know I should, but for some reason my moral compass kicked in. So let's get you to the hospital." 

He tensed and glanced away. "No. No hospitals. I'm fine, now get the hell out of here." You grit your teeth. No hospitals? If that's not a red flag then you don't know what is. Then again, he could be high on something, or maybe he committed a crime? Or perhaps he was just deathly afraid of hospitals.

You really, really should just go home. But what if he dies here in this alley cause you were too scared to do anything? Could you live with that in your conscience? 

With a huff you reach out your hand to him. "Fine, no hospitals. But at least let me help you in some way." He glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you an idiot?" 

"Yes." You deadpan, emphasizing your extended hand once again. "Now shut the hell up and take my hand before I regret being nice." 

He let out a low chuckle before reaching out and clasping his hand around yours. You ignore how rough and warm it is, hoisting him up with all of your strength. You forgo the umbrella, instead just shoving it in your bag so you'd have a free hand. 

You moved out of the alleyway, with the strange man. You glanced up at him, the street light giving you a proper look at his face. Your heart rate sped up once you saw the nasty scarring on his face. He glances at you, noticing your shocked expression. He gives you a lazy smirk. "Regretting your decision sweetheart?" 

You let out a huff and roll your eyes. "I regretted my decision the second I stepped into the alley way. Your face doesn't change anything, besides, ever heard of `don't judge a book by its cover?'" 

He let out a short chuckle as he watched your face return to its mildly annoyed look from before. 

You silently hoped, none of your neighbors saw you lugging a giant injured man into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and locked it before moving him to the couch. You toss a couple of blankets down before he sits, trying to minimize wet furniture as much as possible.

You set your bag down and slip off your slightly damp coat. You turn back towards him, he looks up at you expectantly. "I'm normally not like this on the first date but I'm gonna need you to strip." You say sarcastically. He actually lets out a full laugh this time. "Not a problem with me sweetheart. Though I'm in a lot of pain, could you do it for me?" A bark of laughter left your mouth and you tossed your coat onto the coffee table. "Sure thing mutt." You smirk at him and slide off his soaking trench coat. He snickers and tilts his head. "Mutt? Not a very loving pet name." You give him a slacked grin. "You smell like a wet dog." 

He starts to laugh but then stops. "Wait, I do?" 

You see the red splotch on his white shirt, you lift the hem up to his chest eyeing the wound. "Any other injuries besides this one?" You glance up at him, he seems uncomfortable. "Just a few scrapes and bruises." You nod and stand up. "Be right back." 

He watched you slip away into another room, he glanced down at his lower stomach. He sighs and pulls the shirt down, covering back up. He bounces his leg, listening to you rummage through a drawer in another room. He should probably just leave out your window, no need to get you caught up into the shit show that was his life. After a moment of debate with himself you came back into the room with a first aid kit. 

"Sorry, I was trying to figure out what supplies I needed, then I just said fuck it and brought the whole box." You set the box on the table and snapped it open. He watched you with a slight smile as you fumbled around with some gauze and a bottle of disinfectant. "You know what you're doing sweetheart?" 

You turn back around and crouch in front of him, lifting his shirt back up. "Medically? Or situationally? Cause if you're asking about the latter, no I don't. But I'm pretty decent with medical stuff."

He hissed slightly as you pressed a damp cloth against his wound. "You a doctor or something? A nurse?" You hum slightly and continue to gently clean his wound. "No, I watched Scrubs." 

He blinked and stared down at you in shock. You glanced up at him before a smirk creeped onto your face. "I'm fucking with you. My dad was a doctor, and I took a couple classes a couple years ago when I thought I wanted to go into the medical field."

He shook his head with a slight smile, you were so different to anyone else he's ever met. People either feared him, or didn't respect him. You? You didn't give a fuck, you were just here to help; and you were hilarious as well.

He glanced around your apartment as you placed a fresh gauze pad. "What made you decide to not not go into medicine?" 

You furrowed your brows as you started to undo some wraps. "Just decided it wasn't for me. The thought of people's lives depending on me makes me nauseous. Besides, there's other ways of helping people. Pops wasn't too happy with my decision though." You began wrapping his wound, rolling it across his scarred abdomen. Despite the discomfort of the injury he couldn't help but perk up at the mention of your father. "He didn't accept your decision?" 

You glanced up at him for a moment before sighing. "No. After my mom died he spiraled, became harsh towards me. The only reason I tried going into medicine was because that's what he wanted. After a while I got sick of it, I didn't want to follow in his footsteps. So I told him I dropped out of medical school. Didn't go well, as you could imagine." 

You finished wrapping his abdomen, before moving over to his arm where you had noticed a large cut. Scraps and bruises, yeah right. He grunted as you started to wipe off the blood. "What happened after that?" He asked.

"He kicked me out. I was 19, freshly dropped out and no job. I crashed on a lot of people's couches, alternating between my friends. Eventually I got my shit together, and I landed a solid job. I got this place, and now I'm doing classes again, this time though its at my own pace. And for the degree I want." 

You send him an apologetic look before pouring a little bit of peroxide on the cut. He groaned and clenched his fists, watching the cut fizz. "Sorry." You mumble, grabbing a clean pad. "It's fine… Sorry bout your dad, I know how it feels. My dad was a bastard too, a horrible person, and an even worse father." 

You nod sympathetically, putting a large bandage over the cut. "Yeah, shit fathers am I right?" You give him a tired smile and scan over his body for any more wounds. He lets out a breathy laugh. "You got a name, doc?" You huff at his teasing tone. "Don't call me doc, and yeah its Y/n. What's yours? Might as well acquaint myself with the man soaking my couch." 

He laughs loudly, eyes brightening as he stares down at you. "The name is Dabi."

+

That was six months ago. You might have thought you'd never see him again, but in fact it was the exact opposite. It was sporadically at first, he'd drop by to check in or because he was bored. Then after a while it became more frequent. Once a week, twice a week, and so on. Now you can't go a couple days without seeing him. 

Dabi grew on you, you weren't gonna lie. He became one of your closest friends, you talked to him about your day. Watched movies, played games, and so on. You two never went out in public, which was fine. You could tell he was self conscious about his burns, at least to some degree, even if he wouldn't admit it. You understood, people are cruel. The last thing he probably wants is to walk around in broad daylight to get gawked at. It wasn't a problem for you, you both still had fun in your apartment. You learned a lot about him, some of it felt vague, but then again from what he's talked about from his childhood you doubt he wants to reminisce about it. 

But truly, worst of all you think you might have fallen for him. It was stupid, he's just lonely like you are and wants a friend, theres no need to want more. So you just ignored it best you could, which– spoiler alert, wasn't good at all. In fact you sucked at it. Your heart felt like it was either going to stop or burst out of your chest whenever he got too close, or flirted, or when you would make eye contact for a little longer than perhaps normal friends do.

He lived quite literally rent free in your mind, whenever you were out you would see things that reminded you of him. Or you'd send him a picture of something cool you found. You'd even buy some of his favorite food when you knew he'd be dropping by that night. 

You were in deep, that was clear. But you had something nice going on, you weren't about to fuck it up with a crush.

You sighed and buttoned up your shirt, looking over yourself in the mirror. Your shift started in 30 minutes, and it took 2 minutes to get to the bus stop and then 15 minutes to get to your job. You were making good time. 

You headed out of your apartments, slinging your bag over your back as you pulled your phone out. 

A notification buzzed in and you saw a text from Dabi. 

Mutt

Hey sweetheart, I might be later than usual tonight, the guys said something about a big project today. Hope you have a good day at work ;)

You smiled softly, and typed back a quick reply. About 5 months ago Dabi said he found a new gig, a group that seemed promising. He was again, pretty vague on what they did. He said it wasn't exactly high paying but it was something that could help him achieve some goals. You were happy for him, you knew he had issues finding work and basically his life purpose. So as long as he was doing well and happy, you were happy. 

Your day dragged on like usual. Working at the bank wasn't the most thrilling, but you luckily had nice coworkers and a decent pay. Not to mention the bank you worked at was a little fancy, so at least your environment and benefits were great as well. You glanced up and checked out the small line of people behind the woman at the counter. You smile back at her after handing her an envelope of money. "Can I help you with anything else today ma'am?" You asked politely. 

"No that's a–"

"EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!" People started screaming and dropping to the ground. Your heart sped up tenfold as you reached under your counter discreetly to press the emergency button. You pressed it with a trembling finger as three people came up to to counter, you couldn't spot any weapon, but then again in this society people are their own weapons. 

A man in a black jumpsuit and mask leaded forward, his movements seemed twitchy. "Hey! This is a robbery, hand over the money yeah?!" You swallowed tightly and glanced at the other person next to him, a green lizard man grinned with what could only be described as malice. "You heard him kid, hand us the money and take us to the vault." He lifted his hand and razor sharp claws gleamed under the overhead light. You felt your hands tremble and you nodded, you walked out from the counter and led them down a hallway. Listening as two other people threatened the people on the ground, one going on about wanting to taste their blood. 

You felt like you were going to pass out. The adrenaline rushed through your veins, making your extremities tingle. You led the two robbers to the bank vault. You gestured weakly at it and tried to step away. The jumpsuit man grabbed your arm tightly. "NOT SO FAST! Haha, we need you to open the vault, yeah?" You felt a bead of sweat roll down your cheek. "H-Huh? I-I can't, I don't know the code–" 

He hunched over and screamed in frustration. "Don't piss me off kid! Just open the vault!" He turned to the side and spoke in a lower tone. "Maybe we should just kill them and blow the door?" He whips his head back, voice normal. "No, no, I can't get ahead of myself." You felt a whimper in your throat. Holy shit you were gonna die.

The lizard guy grabbed your shirt and slammed you against the wall roughly. "Open the fucking vault or I'll claw open your throat and reach down to yank out your heart? Got it?" You winced in pain. These guys were obviously idiots, what don't they get about you not having the damn code. "I'm just a fucking bank teller genius! I don't deal with the shit behind the scenes!" 

He growls and pulls back, slamming you into the wall again, raising his claws to your throat. "You little–"

"Spinner! Twice! I thought I told you morons to wait for me before you went in?" A dreadful feeling washes over you hearing that familiar deep voice. Oh god. 

"Eh? Dabi, you were taking too long and we got anxious!" The man in the suit spun around to look down the hallway. There he was, the very same guy you fell for, fcking robbing your bank with these losers. 

He tisks at the guy before looking over to you and the lizard guy whose claws were against your neck. Dabi's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. "Shit- Y/n? Spinner, fucking put them down." Spinner glances between you and Dabi, clearly confused. "Uh, you know them or something?" 

Dabi steps over and shoves Spinner away. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you right?" He grabbed your chin and angled your face to take a look at your neck. You scowl and slap his hand away. "Your lackeys shoved me against the wall and threatened to kill me." 

He sighed and reached for you again. "I'm sorry sweetheart I'll explain everything later." You step out of his reach, sending him a glare. "Don't bother." You turn and run down the side hallway, turning around the corner to leave out the emergency exit. 

Dabi watched you go, a dull pain in his heart. He was afraid of you finding out. He never wanted you too, but some part of him knew it was inevitable. It was stupid of him think he could keep things separate, he treated you like you were his own personal getaway. Once he stepped into your apartment, suddenly his troubles vanished. You were the one good thing in his life, and he didn't deserve you. He still had to try and fix this, if not for his sake then yours. You didn't deserve this.

+

The cops eventually showed up, and of course the villains were long gone. Thankfully there were minimal injuries at the end of the day. 

You rode the bus back to your stop. You were exhausted and sore, that fucking lizard messed you up pretty badly. All you wanted to do was get home, take a hot bath and decompress. 

Once you got back to your apartment you locked the door and the window that Dabi usually came in through before taking a warm bath to ease your back pain. 

Naturally, an email got sent out from your boss saying the bank would be closed for a few days for damage repair, looks like it was a long weekend for you. You leaned back in your tub, thinking back on today's events. You honestly should be traumatized from nearly being killed, and maybe you were, but all you could think about was the gut wrenching betrayal you felt from Dabi. 

He lied to you about who he was, about everything. How much of it had been fake? Was all this just a ploy to get information out of you? He always asked about your day at work, and seemed genuinely interested in it. You originally thought it was just because he cared, but had it just been a way to learn about how the bank operated? 

You felt tears slip down your face, dripping into the steaming water. You're so stupid, you fell for a guy that was using you the whole time. You sigh angrily and wipe your face before draining the tub and stepping out. 

After getting into some comfortable clothes you head out to your kitchen. You could have sworn you still had some herbal tea shit. You just need to de-stress before you have an aneurysm or a mental breakdown; possibly both. You stood over your steaming mug, staring out into nothing when a snap of a lock made you jolt. 

Dabi pushed your window up and slid into your living room. You clench your mug tighter as he looks over to you. "Y/n… Can I explain?"

Your heart pounds in your chest. "I told you not to bother." He sighs, and walks towards the kitchen. "Please, just hear me out." 

You raise your mug to your lips, taking a small drink. Dabi stands across from you, the island counter in-between you. "Was it all a lie?" 

He frowns in confusion. "What?" You take a shaky breath and look to the side. "This whole time. Was it only to get information from me?" He starts moving around the counter. "Why would I need information from you?"

You scoff and slam your mug down. "Because I work at a fucking bank, Dabi. Is that even your real fucking name?" He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Jesus– Yes it's my name, and no I didn't use you for information." 

You step back as he rounds the corner of the counter, a flash of hurt appears on his face. "Y/n…" 

"How can I trust you Dabi?" Your voice cracks. "Because I'm still me! That hasn't changed and it won't!" 

You shake your head, feeling throbs from an oncoming headache. "You should just leave." 

"What? Y/n no, come on. Yes I work in a bad group–" You cut him off. "You work for the fucking League of Villains Dabi." He falls silent and looks down at the floor. "That's just not some random group, they've done some terrible things, like really bad shit. And you think I'm just gonna be okay with that? That– That I'm gonna be fine with someone who's a part of that in my home? Well, I'm not! And I'm not okay with you putting yourself in danger to be some stupid criminal!" Your voice cracked and you took a deep breath. "I-I can't handle that Dabi. I'm done, I'm done with the lies and–" 

"I never lied to you." 

You pause and narrow your eyes. "How do I know that? You basically did by not telling me what was going on." 

He chuckles. "That's just implying and avoiding, I never outright lied about anything." You scowl, how can he find this so lighthearted? 

"Doesn't fucking matter! I can't be sure! All your stories could just be made up, I don't know the real you!" He scoffs and crosses his arms. "That's stupid, all the stories I said are true. All of them." 

You stayed silent and turned your back to him. You crossed your arms, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. 

"Y/n…" He spoke softly. You tensed and remained quiet. Maybe he'd get the hint and leave. "Y/n come on, look I…" He trailed off, you remained stoic. 

"I screwed up alright? But I never once lied to you." Dabi sighs and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. "...I've done a lot of shit in my life, stuff I'm not proud of. But this? You? I don't know, I've never… I've never felt this way before. All my life I've lived in spite, everything I've done has just been to get back at my father, but when I met you… life suddenly didn't seem so narrow anymore." 

Your shoulder slack at his words. He scratches his neck and stares at the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the league. I never said anything because I didn't want you to get involved, and I didn't want you to think less of me. I'm already a piece of shit, I didn't need you to know how deep it really was. You were my escape, you make me feel normal. Like I actually have a shot at being a decent human sometimes." 

You turned around to look at him, your eyes becoming soft. Dabi stepped closer to you, grabbing your hands gently. You let out a shuttered breath. "Just promise me one thing. Please, please be careful." Dabi raised your hand, placing a soft kiss on the back. You couldn't help but blush. "I promise sweetheart." 

"And you promise the things you told me about your childhood, and your hobbies… Those were real? I know the real you?" Dabi chuckled and ran his thumb over your cheek. "Of course. In fact you're the only one who knows the real me. You're different Y/n, in the best way. When it comes to loving you it's always been different." His voice grew softer yet raspier towards the end of his sentence. Your cheeks burned with the realization of his words. 

"You love me?" Your words were breathy with shock. Dabi grew stiff, realizing his words. His eyes darted away, and for the first time since knowing him, you watched his cheeks grow red. "W-Well, uh no– yes, but… See, heh–" 

"I love you too." You cut him off with a tender voice. He visibly relaxed, and met your eyes. You giggled softly, damn were his eyes always this blue? No, they seemed brighter than normal. "You do?" He tilted his head. You smirk at him, raising a brow as you squeezed his hands reassuringly. "Of course I do mutt." 

He laughed loudly. "Oh thank fuck." You started to giggle but Dabi cut you off with a firm kiss. You held back a gasp, grabbing onto his jacket to steady yourself. Dabi tilted his head into the kiss, it felt like fire against your lips. It burned in the best way possible, and despite your near death experience, this had to be one of the best days of your life.

Maybe he was your own personal getaway too.

I had a lot of fun with this honestly, Dabi has grown on me a little bit more. Also sorry if it seems ooc, as you might be able to tell I'm not the most acquainted with his character, but I still hope you like it!

[duckugou]

fighting to fucking (nsfw)

Todoroki x gn!reader

aged up as fuck

we love a brat moment. just p o rn with plot tbh

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS - DNI

CW: small angst, brat shit, comfort, face fucking, mentions of force, consensual force, kind of breathplay if u squint, mentions of training, degradation, unprotected sex, big fat sub space for a moment, dom todo, aftercare and comfort

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-------------------------------------------- "GOD you are so annoying!" Y/n said, marching away from Shoto with arms crossed.

They've been at it all day and honestly, the whole group was tired of it. With Shoto in another argument with his dad and Y/n going at it with their roommate, they're both tense. And when they're both tense, you can expect a day of bickering.

What was supposed to be a fun day out with old classmates turned into everyone having fun and Todoroki and Y/n off to the side bickering.

They had given Jiro and Denki a ride, which resulted in the two guests in the backseat rolling their eyes and listening to Y/n and Todoroki argue about directions and Todoroki being a "backseat driver that doesn't know how to get from point a to point b without taking 16 extra fucking turns-".

Fast forward to everyone leaving the mall with their shopping bags.

"Can you literally take one- ONE- of these bags Shoto?" Y/n asked, exasperated.

"No, I have enough. You can handle it." He responded dryly.

"Jesus christ- you're so helpful thank you so much. Boyfriend of the year." Y/n sighed under their breath- Shoto fully hearing.

The rest of the group was significantly further ahead than them, leaving them to bicker.

"You know, I'd be more apt to help if you were a little nicer?" Shoto said, staring forward.

"Oh yeah, because you've been so nice to me today, right?" Y/n asked, voice laced with bitter sarcasm.

"Yeah I have, considering your attitude." He replied coolly.

"GOD you are so annoying!" And que the marching towards the car.

Sighing, Shoto catches up to the group, looking to Jiro and Denki, silently asking them if they need a ride back still.

"Oh hey man, Kirishima and Bakugou said they'll bring us back into town, no worries about us!" Denki reassured the bicolored haired boy, patting his back.

"Okay- thanks guys. Sorry about- ya know. Today." Todoroki apologized, knowing full well that Y/n would text an apology once they cooled down and would continue apologizing for days.

"Don't worry about it! We know things are tense- take it easy tonight ok? Let us know if you guys need anything." Deku offered comfort to his close friend with a smile.

"Thanks, I'll see you guys later." Shoto said his goodbye, stalking towards the car.

Once he got to the car, his put the bags in the backseat and went to get in the passenger seat, but saw Y/n already sat there.

"I'm driving home?" He asked through the window.

"Mmhm." Was all he got in response.

Getting in the driver seat, he pushed his hair out of his face, feeling Y/n's eyes on him.

"I'm... sorry for... being a bitch today." Y/n said, looking down to their lap.

"It's fine. I was a dick. Just... let's get home ok?" He sighed, putting the car into drive, letting Y/n take control of the music.

It was a silent ride home, the air was thick and tense. These two absolutely knew how this day of arguments was going to end. The same way bickering filled days typically do.

Pulling into Shoto's driveway, Y/n unbuckled and hopped out, leaving their bags in the back seat. Shoto unbuckled and stepped out, watching as Y/n skipped up the stairs and waited for him by the door.

'Already showing obedience?' he wondered, watching as Y/n looked to the ground in front of the unlocked door.

As he got to the front door and opened it, no words were exchanged as they both noted the change in atmosphere and lack of harsh words.

Walking into the house and kicking their shoes off, Y/n looked to the young Todoroki, silently asking permission to venture further into the house and which way to go.

"Bedroom." He said stoically. He waited for Y/n to scurry off before walking to the room himself.

Walking into the room, he was greeted with Y/n sat on the bed, hands in lap, eyes glossy. He walked up to the poor figure, putting his hand on their cheek making them look in his eyes.

"Why the tears, sweetheart?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"I-I just. I feel bad. I was a bitch-"

"A brat. You were a brat. You made us both look foolish today, babe. I can't have that." He interrupted, knowing they understood what he meant.

"I'm sorry." Y/n whispered.

"Youre sorry...?"

"Im sorry... sir." Y/n said quietly, not allowing any tears to spill.

Kissing Y/n harshly. Todoroki pulled them up off the bed. Taking their shirt off and leaving their chest on display, Y/n was becoming putty in Shoto's hands- which of course led to him getting a hard on.

Soft moans came from Y/n once he moved his kisses to their neck. Turning them around, Todoroki sat on the bed and looked up at Y/n through lidded eyes.

Y/n took a leap of faith, hoping he knew that they just wanted to please him. Y/n pushed on Shoto's chest, shoving him back onto the bed and pulling his pants and underwear down. He took note of this gesture once Y/n wrapped their pretty lips around his length, earning a groan.

He began lulling them into a false security, Y/n's chest swelling with pride as Shoto allowed them to suck at a pace they decided, going only as deep as they could handle.

"You're so good at this, sweetheart." He half moaned, getting Y/n to look at him so he could see the look on their face when he did what he had planned since they shoved him onto the bed.

Suddenly, Shoto pushed on the back of Y/n's head, forcing them to deep throat the man's long cock, making them sputter and gag, hands gripping his thighs.

"I don't know who you think is in control after- fuck- what you pulled all day, you fucking brat-" Shoto seethed, taking in the tears beginning to drop from his poor partner's eyes. "- but youre definitely not going to try to top me in any way tonight." He continued to fuck Y/n's face, listening to the poor moans and sputtering from them, getting harder from both.

"Thats it, take it baby." He groaned out, loving the feeling of his dick hitting the back of Y/n's throat.

"You gonna push me on the bed like that again?" He asked, grabbing their hair.

Unable to think straight, Y/n couldnt find a way to respond in time.

Pulling Y/n's hair and them off of his dick, Shoto let them breathe for a second before shoving their face down onto his dick, and he asked again.

"Are you gonna try to push me on the fucking bed again, you little brat?" Knowing they couldn't respond, he took it upon himself to answer for them.

Putting his hands on both sides of Y/n's messy face, spit and tears making hair stick to their face, he physically shook their head no, making his dick drag along the back of their tongue. "No you're not, thats right, good little bitch." He smirked, allowing them swallow around his dick.

Shoto pulled them fully off of his dick, Y/n coughed and gasped for air, looking up to their boyfriend from their knees.

"You ok, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning forward, wiping the tears from their face.

A dumb smile lit up Y/n's face as they nodded and sniffled.

"You're gonna have to say it, babe." Shoto urged, not wanting to actually hurt his partner.

"I'm okay, sir. Wan' more." Y/n said, looking up at Shoto eagerly.

"Good job, sweetheart. Come up here and let me fuck you." He smiled, standing up and helping Y/n onto their back on the bed.

Spreading Y/n's legs wide, Shoto took a minute to admire his partner.

"I absolutely adore you, love." He said, leaning down to kiss them.

"I love you Sho" Y/n muttered back, holding their legs like they were trained to do.

"Good baby. Look at you, presenting yourself for me." He spit on his dick, rubbing it, and bent down to spit on Y/n's hole. A moan came from them both as he pushed into the tight hole underneath him.

"Ah shit- you're so fucking tight. Woulda prepped you more had you been better today-" He half groaned, holding their face with one hand and their hip with the other hand.

"Pl-please. Fuck- moveee s-sir please." Y/n stuttered out, needing friction between them.

"Oh fuck, you're just gonna let me fuck you, huh? Little slut- god- you wanted this didnt you? Being a brat all day- you needed me to fuckin' remind you- shit- who's in charge?" Shoto asked, fucking the tight hole harder with every word it seemed.

"Yes yes yes! Needed to be 'minded god, please please!" Y/n's words were slurring together, brain becoming mush.

"Of fuckin' course you did. You need me- shit." Shoto's hips started stuttering. "Come on sweetheart, cum for me, cum around my cock baby." He encouraged his partner.

"Oh god- sir, 'ts so good so good- Shoto!" Chanting his name like it was a mantra, Y/n shook and came all over him, pushing him even closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum baby- gonna fill you right up huh? You wan' that?" His eyelids started drooping, barely getting a response from his overstimulated partner as his pace never let up, chasing his own orgasm.

"Cum in me sir please I need it so bad-" their words cut off by moans coming from both of them, Shoto reach his own climax as Y/n reached their second of the evening.

The room filled with moans and whimpers as the two came down form their highs. The air was heavy in a great way as Shoto let go of Y/n's legs and collapsed on their chest.

Panting, the two stayed put whispering sweet things to each other, hands tangled in hair and roaming bodies, sweet small kisses peppered on necks.

After a few minutes of cuddling, Shoto pulled out, making Y/n whimper under him, both of them laughing lightly.

"I love you so much, Y/n."

"I love you too, Shoto."

Shoto went to the kitchen and got water for them both after putting boxers on.

After drinking the water, the two went into the bathroom connected to Shoto's room and took a shower, coming down from all of the feelings and emotions of the day.

"Thank you for loving me on my bad days, Sho." Y/n muttered once they both stepped out of the shower, drying off.

"I will love you on every kind of day forever, Y/n. I promise you that." He said, smiling their way.

"And I'll love you, even on the days you're a backseat driver, forever as well." Y/n giggled, earning a towel snap to the back of their thigh making them squeal.

"Watch it, brat." Shoto smirked, walking back into the room to put on comfy clothes, Y/n following suit.

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Blood Ties - Chapter Twenty-three: Curses

soulmate au Choso x Reader

warnings: pretty brief mentions of violence. slight angst

a/n: no summary because i am absolutely rawdogging this plotline rn sorry lol

Word count: 3.6k

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James lets out a groan as he sits. His cursed energy feels… dim. Instead of resembling fire, it's more like a candle. It's not the flames you see, per se, but the heat you feel radiating off of it. Your body can’t quite see curses, let alone residuals, so it tries to make up for it in other ways.

“You alright?” You ask. “If you’re gonna vomit, do it over there.”

He rests his head in his cupped hands. “‘M fine,” he says, “that just took more out of me than I expected.”

You move to sit across from him, the edge of the bed sinking as you sit. Idly you pick at your nails. They’re chipped, and several are bitten nearly down to the nail bed. They could use some care. So could a lot of other things. And it's little things like that which keep piling up. On their own they're miniscule. It's when they continue to gather, and eat away at you, that they become an issue.

Your eyes trail a bead of wax as it rolls down towards the base of the candle. The low light puts a strain on your eyes.

"So it's true?" You ask. "Itadori and Fushiguro are soulmates?"

Are you surprised? Shocked? Can't really say you didn't see it coming. You're not certain you could see those two with anyone but each other.

It's almost sweet. Almost. If only you could see it ending any other way.

"I mean, they are now," James says, "it was a place to start. A test; so to speak. I always assumed that the stronger the bond, the easier it would be to join two people. Those two are close. Who better to try it on than them?"

"You've never…"

"Before? Nah. I always assumed it was possible, but I never felt the need to try it." He says. "Why would I? Creating a string of fate between two people is the same as cursing them. You're luckier to be born without one,

"But Tengen got me thinking. He said I could, and I wanted to test that,

"Call it morbid curiosity, or whatnot. I always assumed that if it were possible to join two people by the string, then I could sever them too. But I’m not sure what would happen if I were to sever one,

“Like I said, not even death can do such a thing. I imagine it would take a tremendous amount of effort. Think this, but on steroids. You’re not just adding something in, you’re completely tearing two things apart. You’re destroying a bond that not even death itself can break.”

“So… they were only a test for you?” You ask. “Some lab rats for you to prod at?! That's cruel!”

“Get off your high horse,” he says, “if you want my help, I need to know the limits of my technique,

“You can love many people throughout your life. Not all of them are going to be your soulmate. People grow and change, and so do the others around them. It's not your fault if you grow out of love with someone; and it's not theirs either,

“People just change. And it's not always fair, and things don't always have a happy ending. Things don't happen like they do in the movies. It's rare that life gets a fitting conclusion. But those don't make for good stories.”

You suppose you used to think like him. At one time it felt childish that you were bound to someone for life. That bond simply felt like a shackle. But now that it's tangible; now that you have—had—something you could hold in your hands, you don't know what to think.

James was right. He was right about not getting it. This is nearly impossible to understand until you feel it for yourself.

James pats around his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. You don't remember him smoking so much. Maybe he's stopped trying to break the habit.

“Why Choso?” You ask. “Why him specifically?”

“Are you asking me as your brother,” he says, “or as a sorcerer?”

“I don't know.” You say with a shrug. “Both, I guess.”

The chair creaks as he leans back, folding his arms. The shadows cast by the candle make his face appear much harsher- much more stern than normal.

“Well, your souls are both resolute, with a strong sense of family. While yours is combative, and easily agitated, his takes on a more introverted characteristic, yet retains the same temperamental nature.” He says. “Putting it plainly: you two simply work well together. Your souls are ones that compliment one another, despite your differences.”

"What's the endgame then?" You ask. "How does all of this end?”

"You know," he says, "I don't have a clue,

"Fate isn't really something that can be changed, or postponed. So, I suppose death is the endgame,

"Though, if you’re to look at it subjectively: humans are animals. Animals live to eat and to fuck to their hearts content. They were made to do that. Humans aren't all that different,

“How this ends all comes down to how you want it to.”

He plucks a cigarette from his pack, and holds it between his teeth.

“I think you’re wildly overestimating how much it takes to impress him.” He says. “Choso is lucky to have you. That's kind of the thing about soulmates: your presence alone is enough. I wasn't lying to you when I said that; I did mean it.”

From his pocket he pulls a pack of matches. There's the soft hiss as the match head is struck against the box.

“How is your friend?” He asks. “Nanami was it?”

“He's… alive.” You say.

Though you’re turned away from him, and unable to see his face, you feel his eyes on you. “Do you not like the mention of his name?” He asks.

“What? No?” You say. “You said it weird.”

“I didn't say it weird,” his eyes narrow, “you’re the one being weird about it.”

He watches as you mash the heels of your palms against your temples, letting out a sigh.

“Look, I gotta go,” you say, as if that isn't the verbal equivalent of jumping out a window.

…

Nanami finds himself wondering if he’d rather wear a glass eye, or an eyepatch.

Nanami sleeps, and sleeps until either his phone, or a nightmare wakes him. Today it's a nightmare. One that's quickly forgotten in the twilight between sleep, and consciousness.

Some days are harder than others. Today isn't too bad.

Early evening light streams in through the cracks in the curtains, growing fainter by the minute. Daylight is muddled by grey clouds. It's looking like it'll rain again. The tv is on, but muted. A movie. One he’s long since stopped paying attention to. Someone has removed the wilted flowers, not bothering to replace them with new ones. Some “get well soon” cards sit folded on the bedside table.

It's only the dull ache that settles into his joints that forces him to move. Moving hurts. Not moving hurts worse. The burns don't hurt, so much as they itch. Bad. Nanami could scratch himself bloody. Sometimes he does. Not on purpose. In his sleep, he can do little to stop himself. His nails will find the scabs and come away bloody. It's only when he wakes up, feeling the tackiness through the gauze, that he realizes what he's done.

He's scrated a patch—a small one, on his ribs—bloody in his sleep. Flecks of dried blood are trapped under his fingernails. It's begun to scab, but the skin is still raw.

With a grunt, he pushes himself up from his place on the bed. His fingers run across the stubble that's popped up around his chin. It's not particularly dark, but it is coarse, and he dislikes the feeling of it, and how patchy it is. Nanami has yet to come across a razor in this place, or else he would have shaved.

On go new bandages. They’re more meant to keep himself from scratching it bloody again. The wound looks far more manageable once it's cleaned and covered in gauze.

He pulls on his shirt—the one that's been slung over the back of a chair. It's a bit wrinkled, though it's still clean. His fingers work to fasten the buttons of his shirt. It's hard to do one handed, but his left isn't of much use today. Nanami can't stand the hospital gown. The feeling of the paper-y fabric. The smell of antiseptic. The hum the fluorescent lights make even if they’re turned off. It makes him nauseous.

He needs rest. He knows that. But he can no longer bear staying still.

There's a knock at the door.

“I have soup,” you say, “and tea. Can I come in?”

If it was anyone else behind the door, he’d ask them to leave. You’re not necessarily an exception. Nanami knows you wouldn't leave.

You don't wait for an answer, instead, nudging the door open with your foot.

"Here, I can-" The dishes clatter as you set them down, stepping over to help him.

"It's okay." He says. "I'll manage."

But he does little to fight you as you help with the last few buttons of his shirt. The warmth of your hands radiates through the fabric. His eyes follow along the little scars that dot your hands. The calloused on your knuckles, and rough palms. Your nails. Bitten short. The cuticles are raw and irritated looking. You've bitten them bloody.

He can't bring himself to look you in the eyes.

“I'm sorry,” you say, “for leaving like that. My brother needed something from me, otherwise I would have stayed. I’ll make it up to you, though.”

Glass eye, or eyepatch?

One is just a cheap replica of the real thing. The other only covers up the problem. Both still aren't right. No matter what he does, there's no hiding it. No hiding the patchy, singed hair. The rough, raw skin. Tough, scarred flesh.

He feels like some oddity. Something to be picked up and paraded around like a freak. Something people will point their fingers at and avert their gazes.

"Why don't you eat?" You say, nudging the tray towards him. “Keep your strength up. You're going to need it."

He eyes the tray warily. Looks like some kind of egg drop soup, a rice bowl with meat—beef, in some kind of sauce—and two fruit containers for dessert: applesauce.

"It feels wrong to eat in front of someone without a plate," from the tray he plucks a container of applesauce, sliding it to you.

You try to refuse, saying you’ve eaten recently, but he’s insistent.

If it's only the one…

The moment the substance touches your tongue, something akin to a pit hardens in your stomach. You’re fighting back a gag; and not particularly well.Your food seems to turn to ash in your mouth. Swallowing it only turns the contents of your stomach to cement.

Are you getting sick? No way- what awful timing. Chills—a sudden shock of anxiety—runs up your spine. And it's as if you’re back in that bakery, splitting a raspberry tart with Choso. The thought of him makes your chest ache.

You play it off as your phone buzzes. Your brother. A text. You turn your phone on silent, pocketing it.

“Are you feeling ill?” He asks.

“Nah, just not big on apples.” You lie.

There's a soft click! as he separates the set of wooden chopsticks. Nanami isn't particularly hungry himself. The food is okay. It's hospital food; the only thing it has to be is edible. He isn't sure what he was expecting.

“What do you plan to do,” he asks, “once this is all over?”

You shrug.

“We should go somewhere,” he says, “move someplace warm. Together, if you’d like.”

“That sounds nice,” you say, “but where would we go?”

“Malaysia.” He says. “I’ve heard it's nice this time of year. With the money I’ve saved working as a sorcerer, I should have enough for a place. It certainly won't be anything glamorous, but we would be comfortable.”

Your spoon makes a soft thud as you set it down.

"So does this mean you're retiring?" You ask.

"I guess so," he answers.

There's little you can do to conceal the dumb grin that spreads across your face. “I must say, retirement looks good on you."

His fingers find yours, squeezing them. Not hard enough to hurt. But firm enough to know they're there.

“Do you want to take a walk with me?” You ask.

Nanami pulls his hands back, folding them neatly in his lap.

“Fresh air sounds nice,” he says, “but- I don't know if I-”

“Oh.” You say. “Oh. Right,

“I really doubt anyone will mind. They’re all just happy you’re alright,

"And besides, chicks dig scars. I think it adds character."

"A little too much character for my tastes." He says. But your words make him crack a smile.

You stand, outstretching your hand to him.

“Not many people are in this wing anyway. I doubt we’d run into anyone, aside from Shoko.” You say. “But we don't have to go outside if you’re not comfortable with it. We can stay here.”

Nanami decides that going outside is too much. Too soon. You’ll settle for staying close.

But getting him out of this cramped room is a start.

He takes your hand, his warm fingers wrapping around your much colder ones. He’s always had warm hands. There's something so intimate about sharing a moment like this with a friend.

You were never the touchy type. It never came natural to you, as it seemingly did to others. It seems like that much hasn't changed.

“I was thinking about heading back to your place, and probably picking you up a change of clothes,” you say, “would you want to tag along? I figure you’ll know what to pick out better than I do.”

You turn to face him. Your mouth opens as if you're about to ask him something.

And your hands are being enveloped by his much larger ones. His left one trembles, like the action is physically taxing. For all you know, it is. He’s guiding you to face him. Your back finds the cold wall and you shudder.

It'll look better on both of us, you can almost hear him say. Retirement.

Your forehead rests against his chest. You hardly noticed you closed the gap. Maybe it wasn't you.

You freeze the moment someone calls your name. Yuji sees you, and stops, eyes widening as if he’s seen something he shouldn't have.

Nanami is the first to pull away. He clears his throat as he does so, casting a nod in Yuji’s direction. You bring your hands in towards your body, stuffing them in your pockets.

“Itadori!” you say, startled half to death, “what do you need?”

…

The dim light illuminates the harsh angles of his face. It's like replacing him with someone older. Someone harsher. Itadori leads you back to the dorms, hands folding in front of him.

“Were you and Nanamin about to kiss?” He asks. Loud enough that you both cringe.

You turn your head, and only the sight of the empty hall greets you, which is a bit comforting. It's hard to say if anyone overheard that. To save your pride you’re going to pray nobody did.

“That is… not something you need to worry about, Itadori.” You say. “What did you need?”

"I just wanted to talk, " he says, "before we go after those suspended third-years. I think this'll be our last time to do so."

Oh. He wants to say goodbye.

"Fair," you say, "if these barriers are anything like the ones we saw in Shibuya, then I doubt we’ll be able to contact one another through them.”

You watch as his gaze drifts to the ground.

Itadori isn't the best at hiding when he wants to say something. It's both a blessing, and a curse.

"I don't know what to do about Fushiguro," he says, "now that were-"

"Soulmates," you say. "Yeah, I was thinking about that too."

Itadori is going to die. And Fushiguro can do nothing about it.

"I figured I'd ask you," he says, "since you have Choso and…"

You wince. Maybe you're not the best person to ask.

"How's he dealing with this?" You ask. "Fushiguro- I mean."

"About the same as expected." He says. "Indifferent."

He almost sounds disappointed. It's hard to tell. Maybe you’re looking too hard into things.

"Soulmates aren't always romantic," you say, "it's simply a bond between two people. So, it kind of comes up to what you want out of it. Which I realize might not be the answer you wanted, but that's the thing: it's different for everyone,

"Meeting Choso made me think mine was broken; I’m sure it didn't help that we were trying to kill each other. There wasn't an instant connection- not like I'd been told there would be. It wasn't anything like I’d been told. I kept thinking there was something wrong with me,

"You have to give it time to grow. There's something about being around the other person that strengthens the bond."

"So what do I do?"

"Talk to him, idiot!" You say, but you're smiling when you say it. “It helps to figure out what you want from this first, though. If you’re content with how things are, or if you want more out of it.”

His lips press into a thin line. Itadori is considering it, if only for a moment.

"What are you going to do?" He asks. "Once we free Gojo-Sensei?"

“Well, your brother and I are probably going to skip town once this whole thing blows over,” you say, “lay low for a while,

“After that… I don't know. I have been thinking about it- about having a family. But those are expensive and I don't know if I’m ready for that kind of responsibility,

“Our doors are always open to you, you know? If you ever need anything- a place to stay or whatnot, I’d be happy to help out. I’m certain Choso feels the same.”

"Thank you," he says, "but I'm not making it out of this one alive,

"If we're to take down Sukuna—for good—then I'm going with him,

"I'm at peace with it." He says. "If I save people along the way, then this will all be worth it."

"I get it," you say, "but Choso would never forgive me if I didn't at least offer,

"And nothing's set in stone, you know? Maybe we can get out of this. Maybe if you-"

He says your name. Softly. His voice cracks as he does it. "I… killed people. I've killed so many people! After all I've done, there's no getting out of this!"

"Itadori," you say, "I don't blame you for this. Or anything, for that matter. It's not your fault you were dealt a shitty hand of cards. You're just playing with what you've been given. And that itself is honorable,

"You've not had any time to grieve- you've faced such an insurmountable loss that I don't think many people could live with. In the same day you watched many of your loved ones either be killed, or horribly disfigured, or—god forbid—locked away in some ancient relic. Not to mention you're living with a metaphorical-and-quite-literal demon in your head. And you’ve been given no time to process any of this,

"You need to give yourself time to grieve, Yuji."

Tears bead in his lash line. They pool, threatening to spill over. He averts his gaze, but it does little to hide it.

"But… Sukuna's hurt people. I've hurt people. "

Itadori's head finds the crook of your neck, and falls into it. On instinct your arms are wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him close. Your shirt sleeve grows wet as his tears soak through it. Comforting people isn't necessarily a strength of yours.

"That was Sukuna, not you.” You say. “If you had any say in the matter, I know you would have stopped him. You're strong like that. And if Sukuna has something to say about it I'll go in there and fight him myself." You’re only half joking.

"No offense, but he’d kill you." Itadori says.

"Okay, hey," you say, "I know. You don't have to say it so loud though."

And unsure of what else to say to comfort him, you simply wrap your arms a bit tighter around him. He nuzzles into your neck. The feeling of your fingers across his shoulders makes goosebumps raise along his skin.

"But you're strong," he says, “and I’m sorry.”

You want to tell him that he doesn't have to apologize. That it's not his fault, really.

He's pulling away, eyes free of tears. They’re still red, and puffy, but he’s not crying anymore.

"You promise me you'll get out of this? That you and Choso will get out together? If Sukuna takes over and he-

"Will you kill me?" He asks. “I just- if it comes to it, I don't want Megumi to be the one to do it. I don't want him to have to see… that.”

He notices the way your body stiffens. You're nodding before you even realize you're doing it. You close your eyes to lessen the sting that plagues them. To hide how they’ve grown glossy.

Would you even last against him? Let alone the King of Curses?

If you're giving yourself credit, you'd maybe survive a total of five seconds. Whether or not you'll get a hit in is still up for debate. It's honestly an improvement compared to a few weeks ago, when you’d last a second tops.

Maybe in another month you’ll be able to last a whole minute. Who knows.

"If it comes to that," you say, "but I doubt it'll ever come to that."

He nods, saying a soft "thank you”