#but I love the different colours and I did scream when it aired

[starrluvs]

I have a request! How about a scenario where we have a very ugly and strong argument with Bi-han, but later he comes back to apologize and let us take it out on him for treating us so badly?

(I just want some agressive sex/rage sex/fury sex with this man)

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘/𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗

cw: fem reader, married couple, piv sex, bi-han is a little rough, reader cant stand bi-han's attitude tbh, angry sex, make up/apology sex, fighting for dominance, cock drunk reader, mentions of bi-han dirty talking in cantonese creampie, bi han and reader are both sassy/petty little shits that still love each other, and i think that's it! minors dni please!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: wow idk why this took me so long, but i kinda like this one ;) ... ty for this idea, nonnie <3 i also want to mention that the mention of bi-han speaking/dirty talking in cantonese was heavily inspired by a headcanon i seen from @bihansthot ! anyways, enjoy!!

silent treatment was without a doubt something that bi-han absolutely loathed. he truly believed it’d be better off if you were to scream your lungs out at him instead. but getting a cold shoulder and silent treatment from you was something his ego couldn’t handle. had anybody else dared to ignore his presence the way you had these past forty-eight hours, he’d probably have them executed after the first five minutes of this frivolous behaviour. but you, his wife, was a different case.

bi-han couldn’t discipline or punish you the way he would towards his students and lower ranked lin kuei ninjas. you were his wife– his equal –and this silent game of ‘who’s willing to crack first?’ was driving him mad, although he’d never admit that to anybody… yet.

the fabric of the towel was soft against your hands while you worked on drying out your hair. having just exited the shower, you were in nothing but a silk blue robe that complemented your husband's traditional colour scheme. just the thought of him made you scoff out loud and shake your head, who the hell did he think he was?, you thought to yourself. about two days ago, bi-han appeared to be grumpy when he arrived back at your shared compound after finishing his duties for the day. 

being the supportive wife you were, you tried to talk to your husband, ask him if he needed anything from you, or even tried to see if he would be vocal about what was bothering him. and much to your dismay, he lashed out on you as if you were some peasant who worked under him during the day– which you sure as hell weren't.

“leave me be. the last thing i need tonight is another insignificant fool blabbering in my ear constantly.” 

his voice was sharp when he walked past you and entered your shared bedroom. bi-han having miserable mood swings wasn’t something new, but he almost never verbally took out his stress on you– possibly because he knew better. truth be told, you were too tired for his attitude today and had no intentions of letting him ruin your peaceful afternoon. all you did was let out a ‘hmph’ that you purposely made loud enough for him to hear and continued in silence with the fruit you were cutting up for yourself in the kitchen.

ever since that transpired, you haven’t said a word to bi-han and completely ignored his presence, which made his blood run colder than it already was. he was a hard person to read when he kept his usual stoic expression, but deep down you knew he was aware of how frustrated you were with him. which is exactly what you wanted.

letting out a tired sigh, you look at yourself in the mirror and take time to fix up your hair before exiting the bathroom and arriving at your bed. as you sat in silence for a moment, you felt the temperature noticeably drop… he’s here. rolling your eyes, you decide to comfortably tuck yourself in on your side of the shared bed and warm yourself up from the chilly air.

however , your eyes never shut– not even when the door creaks open slowly and reveals your husband’s tall form. his demeanour didn’t seem to be as aggressive compared to how it was two days ago, which you were grateful for. but you still avoided eye contact with him and stared at the wall in silence, not wanting to be bothered. you knew your worth and refused to feed into your husband's ego, because you knew that it was already big enough… your thoughts came to a halt when you heard bi-han speak up. “your juvenile behaviour is astounding,” he scoffs, and you can damn near feel his eyes piercing into you. 

in response, you calmly grab your pillow and walk right past him, making your way to the living room. bi-han watches you settle yourself down on the couch as you lay down and begin to curl yourself up comfortably. all he does is release a sigh from his lips, contemplating on what his next course of action should be. bluntly calling you childish probably wasn’t the best thing to say after two days of neither of you talking to each other, but he couldn’t stop himself from speaking his mind.

deep down he knew he’d have to put his pride and ego aside to resolve this. he was the eldest of three sons, a powerful and deadly assassin, the grandmaster of the lin kuei– and yet here he was, allowing silent treatment from his wife to get under his skin. letting out a stubborn groan, bi-han made his way towards you and knelt down on the mat so that he was at face level with you on the couch. 

he calls out your name in the softest way he could, hoping you would turn to him. but he clearly failed to get your attention as you didn’t say anything back. his small whim of patience had already run out, “do you insist on telling me what your problem is?” this time his tone sounded more cold and gruff, as usual. rolling your eyes once again for the night, you turn to bi-han and finally speak to him, “last i recall, i was just a mere insignificant fool blabbering in your ear when i tried to talk,” he could've sworn your tone was sassy, sarcastic and authoritative all at once– as if you were just waiting to bite at him.

if he was being honest, it’s one of the many things he found so attractive about you. the way you didn’t take shit from anybody– not even himself –made bi-han fall hard for you… he needed a strong willed woman by his side. but moments like this proved to be a form of self realisation. the only people who would ever dare to talk back to him were just you and his brothers. he was so used to everyone following his lead and command, it was almost… refreshing, to have somebody stand their ground.

the glare and frown you had on your face was something you were far too beautiful for. bi-han closed his eyes and inhaled as calmly as possible, trying to collect his words and choose them wisely. “what i said to you that day was regrettable–” you cut him off before he could continue, “and?,” you were already unimpressed with his words, “it’s not like there’s anything you can say to take it back.” your husband must’ve known that just words alone wasn’t going to solve this. 

“i understand that, but,” his cold hand gently grasps your arm, causing goosebumps to raise all over your body. “perhaps there’s something i can do to make amends for what i’ve done?”

and now you’re here, back on your shared bed, taking out your own frustration above bi-han on his cock. you had your hands planted on bi-han’s chest as you bounced up and down his shaft, “fuck..!” your voice lost that sting it previously had, making bi-han grow a prideful grin on his face. “still trying to put me in my place?” your husband’s taunting only made you feel more agitated than you already were. with an attempt to keep your moan in, you bite down on your lower lip and snake your hands up to bi-han’s neck, keeping a slight grip. “s-shut– ngh!– up…” the movement of your hips refused to come to a halt, forcing bi-han to lay back and stay below you.

it felt like a battle for dominance between the two of you. two hard headed (and sometimes ignorant) lovers trying to prove to each other how much power they had over one another. bi-han was confident that you knew how easily he could overpower you in terms of strength, but decided to let you have your little wish of ever taking control over him. looking down at him, his chest was covered in sweat and his ears and cheeks were flushed in a light shade of pink. though you’d have to admit that your hands around his neck were a great touch. it felt as if there was a surge of power and control coursing through you.

apart from his occasional groans, the cryomancer stayed silent as he watched your voluptuous body on top of his. noticing your lover’s face contort in pleasure, you can’t help but spew out more words, “yeah… did you r-really, ah!, think that i would tolerate that b-behaviour from y– f-fuck!,” before you could finish blurting out what you wanted to, bi-han had gripped your hips hard enough to stop your movements as he fucked up into you, making you cry out at the sudden surprise of pleasure he was bringing you.

the grandmaster only chuckled. he found your sounds pitiful, “you talk too much.”  from the way his cock was jackhammering into you, it proved too difficult to spit out any sort of petty comment towards him. the speed of his thrusts made your body feel limp and your husband took note of this from the moment you slumped down, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. his voice was dangerously close to your ear from this angle, “mmm…such an incompetent attempt of being in control,” your pride disallowed you from letting out any moans, “fuck.. y-you..!” hearing how slurred your words were only made bi-han scoff.

your attempts at keeping composure were becoming futile and bi-han knew how close you were to cumming around his length with the way your pussy tightened and gripped him like a vice. “i can feel how close you are, love,” bi-han stops his thrusts but keeps himself fully buried inside of you. before you could get the chance to protest or whine, the cryomancer speaks up. “i have no intention of letting you cum until you accept my apology.” the expression he held was smug while he secured your waist with that same grip he had before, making you unable to move your hips. 

you’d been so focused on taking out your frustration on him that you forgot the whole point of this was him trying to make amends for how he lashed out on you. truthfully, you would’ve purposely told your husband that he’d have to take you out on a fancy date in order for you to accept his apology… but you already felt so fucked out from how his cold cock was abusing your insides just moments ago. you were so close, and you needed that coil in your stomach to snap. “fuck, i forgive you– okay? just let me cum already, pleaseee–!” bi-han groans in response and glides a cold finger to press on your clit, making you shiver in pleasure at how swollen and sensitive your bud feels. without any more wasted time, the grandmaster delivers his quick thrusts from underneath you once again and rubs fast circles on your clit.

the feeling of everything was becoming overwhelming, “ahh– ‘s good! it f-feels so g– ngh!” your mind was clouded with lust and each sentence you tried to complete ended up failing to connect coherently. there were words that left bi-han’s mouth, but you could barely decipher what he was saying with the way your heart beat drummed in your ears– 

it was in that moment, your cries echoed in the room as you pulsed around his cock, gushing around his member. bi-han reduced the speed of his thrusts while trying to help you ride out your high. once you finally come back down from your bliss, you feel your husband's cold, rough hands manhandle you and flip the position that you two were in. you were now layed on your back as bi-han towered over you, parting your legs and easing between them. 

being able to admire your body with the positions swapped felt so refreshing to bi-han. watching the way your breasts heaved up and down with short breaths… the way your skin was coated with sweat, resulting in your hair being out of place from its presentable manner you previously had it in. and being able to see your juices not only coating his cock– but also the inside of your thighs. seeing your slick trickle down to the mattress… gods, you were so beautiful like this. 

bi-han couldn’t waste any more precious time just observing when you were unintentionally inviting him to ravish you even more than he already has. the cryomancer grabs your leg and hooks it over his shoulder as he positions himself enough to easily slide his cock into your pussy. being filled up again made your walls flutter– you wanted to be here forever, just taking his cock while it stuffed you full. to no surprise, bi-han’s thrusts were rough as he began to chase his own high.

your moans never came to an end and were only received as noises to push bi-han further. the cryomancer decides to place a grip on both of your legs this time and leans closer, pinning your knees right by your ears and increasing the force of his thrusts. your folded position had you seeing stars as bi-han’s cock was angled even deeper than before. the way his tip kissed your sweet spot again and again– you could no longer stop your tongue from lolling out, followed by drool rolling down from your mouth.

bi-han snickers, “all of that attitude earlier…” he moves closer to your face and his nose touches yours, “just to be reduced to a cock hungry vixen beneath me– shit!” your husband spits out, feeling how your walls clenched around him from his harsh words. even if you were able to coherently speak, you would never admit how much of a mess you become when bi-han works his cock inside of you…

the grandmaster felt himself becoming dangerously close to his climax, and you felt it with the way his rock hard cock twitched inside of you. his volume started to increase and his grunts became shallow moans that he desperately tried to hold back. noticing this, you use the last bit of your energy to purposely squeeze hard around him, clamping your pussy around his cock as if you were trying to keep it all for yourself. the unexpected action made bi-han lace out a loud string of swears and words in his mother tongue. although you didn’t quite understand what he was saying, you were aware that they were phrases he only used in scenarios like this, making you assume that only vulgar words were leaving his mouth.

the roles were reversed now– this time he was the one hiding his face in the crook of your neck with your lips right by his ear. his hips started to stutter and lose the rhythm it previously had. letting out a lustful hum, you speak into his ear, “inside… haah– c-come on..! fuckin’ fill me up, please!” hearing your voice spew out these words was enough to do it– he filled you to the brim with his seed.

you made sure to milk him dry, taking every drop that he had to offer you. both of you laid there, completely fucked out and exhausted– his body was still slouched over yours while he took time to catch his breath. very slowly, he pulled his cock out of you and planted a peck on your lips, “in no other realm would i have imagined reciting vows with a woman that carried such a flame and sharp tongue,” he leans down and places yet another kiss to your swollen lips, 

“yet i could never imagine falling in love with anybody else…”

#bi han #bi han x reader #bi han smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat #sub zero x reader #sub zero

[fieldofdaisiies]

Midnight Queen

paring: Azriel x Reader | type: smut | words: 3,7k | warnings: explicit descriptions, vulgar wording, pleasure hall setting. playlist: i want to | fill the void | wicked games | earned it | into it | chills | TiO I decided to do a little rewrite of my first ever story I posted on here; thank you so much @moonlightazriel for beta reading it (sorry for serving you smut for breakfast)💛

"If you need to fuck someone, go to a pleasure hall and pay for it, but stay away from her."

And he did. He kept his distance. That night, that night months ago, he left. He stayed away from her. From Elain.

He left the House of Wind. And he sought out a pleasure hall. He downed a drink. And then he walked down one of the narrow corridors, velvet tapestry on either side, towards a more private room at the very back of the pleasure hall. Primal noises, moans and screams reached him on his way there, the scents of arousal mingling in the air around him, making him grimace. But he ignored it all, his anger and frustration getting the best of him.  

Azriel had followed Rhysand’s suggestion - fed up with all the happy couples in his life, and their constant display of joy and love. He couldn't stay moment longer in the House of Wind. 

He had to leave. But not for the sake of fucking. He didn't come to the pleasure hall to fuck, only to watch. To distract himself. And it is all he's done ever since. 

He only comes here to watch. And only to watch you. 

Until tonight. Tonight is different. Tonight he needs. He craves. He is a hungry male, and he seeks to devour. To still his hunger. He wants to savour. You. 

The glass, half-full with amber liquor, is tipped to his plump lips, while his gaze, like heated honey, is trained on you, following your every move. Just like his shadows, perched on both his shoulders and the little stage you dance upon, watching your every move closely, twin flames burning in his eyes that devour you, slowly undress you. 

You're on my mind Been there all night I've been missing seeing my midnight queen Come have a drinkOr maybe three And Darling I'll make you my next victim It's been too long to spend this night alone I need to hear the sweet sound of your moans Come have a ride, baby don't be so shy I prefer girls who're not afraid to cry

His eyes are on your curves and how you put them in action. Each sway of your hips, each spin, each twirl, Azriel‘s eyes follow, leaving heat in every place they touch. You feel it, feel how your heart beat quickens, how his eyes undress and devour you. He is a hungry male and you a ready to serve. 

But you make him wait, it is a game you are playing and you are not done yet. Hunter and prey…

Since his first visit a few months ago, Solstice Eve, he has only ever come to see you dance. And you like it. Enjoy it. His attention, the silent desire brewing beneath his tan and in tattoos covered skin, and flickering brightly in those hazel eyes that could easily undress females with just one look at them…

You spin and meet his gaze, a feline grin gracing your red-coloured lips. You blow him a kiss and watch how his eyes sparkle, twin flames of lust burning in them. His arousal, the scent so musky, of night chilled mist and cedar, reaches you and you inhale deeply, revelling in it. Damp heat slicks between your thighs, but you remind yourself that he is just another customer, just another male watching you. He should not have this effect on you. You should not want him that much…

You roll your hips, your belly nearly touching the pole, hands curling tighter around it. 

Azriel‘s mind wanders, he imagines how those hands curl around his shaft, your mouth —those plump red lips— fastened around the crown of his cock. 

Your head whips to him, almost like you can read his filthy thoughts. And when your eyes meet his, you know what you want. You want him fully unleashed, see what this powerful male is capable of. You bend over, crouch down, always making sure he focuses on the part of your body you want him to. 

Straightening up, you begin to dance anew. 

The room is hazy, dimly lit — arousal making the air feel thick, and foggy. You glide over the small stage with effortless allure. Grabbing the pole, swirling around it, moving away and always coming back. All your movements seem like a symphony of grace, syncing flawlessly with the soft pulse of the music that surrounds him. 

You never break eye-contact with him. Not even when you move of the stage, each step accentuated by the sway of your round hips. A thin piece of lace fabric covers your most private areas, leaving absolutely nothing to imagination. Your soft skin is almost fully exposed to both Azriel and the slightly chilly air. But you don’t feel cold. You feel hot all over. You are burning for this male. The male with the wings and shadows and stunning, cruel beauty etched upon his face. He is a sin to look at and more than once have you imagined yourself on the ground, between his thighs, looking up at him through your lashes. Damp heat pools between your thighs and you know he can scent it - and you want him to.

Your body moves like silk in the muted glow. As you move closer, you keep your gaze locked with his, a silent promise lingering in the air.

This night will be different, you know it. This night will not end here. But in your bed.

I choose you to fill my void, yeah I speak my voice and I choose you to fill the void

Your fingertips brush his shoulder, nothing but corded muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, as you move around him, a hypnotic dance in sync with the soft pulse of the music — a delicate tease with every sway of your hips, every little touch. He is a gone male, you have him fully wrapped around your finger, so much that also his shadows move in sync with the music and the sway of your hips. 

With your last swirl around him coming to an end you pause, halting between his strong thighs, so very inviting to sit down, to ride. But not yet.

With tantalising precision, you guide his hands to follow the contours of your body, his rough calluses scraping against your soft skin. The room fades into insignificance, there is only you on Azriel‘s mind, the feel of your soft skin beneath his hands. He wants to touch, feel, explore, grab, squeeze and knead.

But for now, he caresses.

The chemistry between your souls and the shared desire, so acute and palpable, creates an intimate bubble - no one but Azriel and you matter anymore.

Your scent is intoxicating and Azriel wants to taste you, lick and suckle, drink you in. He has been waiting so long for this moment, anticipation nearly makes him lose control. 

The soft brush of your skin against his is enchanting and he is lost, a goner. You own him. He is fully at your mercy, cock straining almost painfully behind his trousers. 

You guide his hands higher, his palms brushing over your hard nipples and sending a shockwave of sensation right to your core. Your knees threaten to buckle when his broad hands close over your breasts, kneading them gently, and you use this as an excuse to claim the spot on his lap.

"Good evening, Azriel." His name, rolling over your lips as a seductive whisper, almost like a sweet little sin, heats his blood — he can’t wait to hear you scream it when you come on his tongue. Around his dick.

"Sit!" His command is nothing but a purr and you follow, like the good girl you are. Your knees are braced on either side of him, caging him, when you lower yourself to sit atop the powerful Illyrian male. Your scents mingle, his shadows, having formerly watched you so intently, now glade over your bare skin, their touch so delicate their strokes leave goosebumps in their wake. His hands land on your waist and he holds you tightly. Almost like he needs to ground himself, holding back from fucking you straight ahead. 

The sultry grin once again touches your lips, and you lock your gaze with his, longing for the heat in this endless brown of them.

"You returned," you say, voice hushed and breathy.

His eyes dip to your mouth. "Always." Azriel's tongue pokes out and he licks over his lower lip, slowly dragging it over the skin. "I‘ve never visited anyone else." His finger tips dig into your skin. "Only ever you."

This shouldn’t make you so happy, but it does and your grin widens.

One of his hands lowers, grabbing your hips tightly. A growl, primal and pure, leaves him when you shift atop him. You feel his arousal, pressing into you, desire just as acute as your own.

Leaning in, your damp lips brush his ear, and in a sensual whisper you say, "I was wondering when you would finally put those hands to good use." You kiss the spot below his ear and to your surprise he shudders. His reaction elicits a delighted giggle from you.

But when you lean back, some of the fire in his eyes has vanished, almost like the flames were extinguished — did you the wrong thing?

"My hands—" he starts but does not continue. But he looks down and you follow the direction of his eyes, noticing the scars adorning his hands and parts of his arms. 

A feeling, something unknown to you since this moment, blooms inside you and you quickly close the distance between the two of you again, lips nearly meeting his. "Scars or no scars, your hands are beautiful and I can’t even tell you how many times I‘ve thought about them already. On me, all over me." You kiss his jaw. "Inside of me."

His skin tightens and when you meet his gaze again the fire is back, burning brighter than ever before. 

"What a coincidence," he purrs, his hot breath fanning your exposed skin, smelling of liquor. "I’ve been imagining your hand wrapped around my cock instead of that pole quite a few times already, as well."

The grin that spreads over his face is wicked, full of sensual promises, and the prospect of a night you will never forget. You are glad the former sadness has disappeared.

"Why did you come here tonight?" Your hot breath fans his neck. It is always the same question - the question you always ask Azriel when he comes to you. Though this time the answer is different. For the first time he comes here for something else.

"To still my insatiable hunger," he rasps. You feel how the muscles in thighs tense, harden, his palms radiating heat through the flimsy piece of lace you are wearing.

A sultry chuckle parts your red-tinted lips. "Hopefully we can appease your hunger then, shadowsinger."

He smiles again, sensual, sultry promises shimmering within his eyes, but he makes no move to kiss you. Or touch you any further. You lean in again, damp lips coasting over his cheek. 

"What are you waiting for, Azriel?" His name rolling over your lips in a whisper feels like the sweetest sin to Azriel, it makes a groan erupt from some deep part of his throat, and his skin go taut with desire. Yet, he controls his hunger, his need, having to make something very clear before you commence.  

"Your consent," the shadowsinger breathes. "When we fuck, I don’t want you to do this because it is you job. When we fuck, I want you to want this just as much as I do. I want you to—"

You shut him up with a kiss. "I want you. I want this. And I know this is more than my job. I want you because my body screams for you. I need you."

It is all he needs to hear. Azriel leans in. He threads his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head back to give him better access. His tongue licks over the exposed column of your spine, tasting both the sweet, rose scent of your perfume and the saltiness of your sweat. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he rasps, and nips at your jaw, hand sliding between your thighs, parting them.

You feel light-headed on top of him, his erection pressing into you. "Why did you wait so long then?" Your voice is nothing more than a sensual purr. Your grind against him, your softest parts against his hardest. "Why did you make me wait for so long?"

He sucks in a sharp breath. And then he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

Your skin heats up, cheeks burning when your eyes meet his - pupils fully dilated. 

"Because it only made me hungrier for you." His lips close over yours, showing you exactly how hungry he is. "I am a starved male and I can’t wait to devour. To ravish you tonight."

You have to hold back from moaning out loud.

His index finger strokes over the lace, the only thing piece of fabric covering your private parts. He groans at the dampness soaking through the fabric, his head already starting to spin. Long, scarred hands slide beneath it, dragging through your wet folds, eliciting a gasp from you.

"For me?" he purrs.

"Yes," you breathe, eyes glazing over, "only you can get me so wet."

At first, the shadowy male is explorative, touching you gently, easing his fingers in an out of you in languid movements, but all of that comes to an end when you bite down on his neck, dragging your teeth over his hot skin. Azriel laughs, almost a little wickedly, and flicks his wrist, plunging his fingers into you from a different angle now. He fucks you hard - fingers spearing into you, thumb rubbing your clit until release shatters through you. You cry out, nails digging into his skin, head falling back. Your knees buckle and your limbs feel tingle, his fingers still inside of you, letting you ride out your high. No male has ever made you feel like that, and he is only using his fingers to do so. If in this composed position, and only with two of his fingers, he can already make you feel like that, and make you come so hard, you won’t even allow yourself to imagine what he will be able to do with his…cock.

He is smug about how easily he made you come - an almost arrogant smile gracing his plump and swollen lips - cocky male! But something about it fuels a fire inside of you. He is skilled and he knows it, and somehow you love it. 

He removes his fingers, slowly, and holding your gaze he dips them into his mouth, licking them clean of your juice. A guttural noise rumbles out of him, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. "Fuck," he breathes and a moment later his hands cradle your face and he kisses you, deep, passionate and hungry. 

You roll your hips against him, almost whining when your sensitive core rubs over the bulge in his pants. Your skin prickles, your clit is swollen, core throbbing while your nerves are on fire. You need him fully. You need him inside of you. You need him unleashed. 

"More," your breathlessly plead. And you are surprised - it is never you who begs.

Azriel kisses the corner of your mouth, lips lingering. "I wasn’t planning on stopping here."

He hoists you in his strong arms, large wings flaring behind his back, your legs wrapping around Azriel’s waist. With ease he carries you to the large bed, and then tosses you onto it, into the dark, silken sheets. He is towering over your, shoulders squared, wings spread, shadows dancing on his shoulders. "Strip," he orders, but adds, "or do you need help?"

A smirk appears on your lips and he is on you the next second, tearing through the flimsy piece of fabric, bearing you to chilly air and him. "Apologies, I will buy you a new outfit." His lips coast over neck to cleavage, until he reaches your tits. He takes each hardened peak into his mouth, letting his tongue glide over the pebbled skin, closing his lips, suckling, his other hand giving just as much attention to your other breast, kneading gently. The calloused skin is rough against yours and feels phenomenal and terribly arousing. You need him. You need him so much, you simultaneously let the tip of your toes slide beneath the waistband of his pants, and your hand over his crotch. With ease, you flick open the button, and push the trousers down the curve of his ass. His hard cock springs free and leaves you breathless - he is long and thick, a little curved and absolutely beautiful.

Interrupting your shameless staring, he kisses you, tongue parting your lips, teeth clashing, tongues dancing, fighting for dominance neither of you allows the other. Both scarred hands, arms adorned with visible veins, are braced next to your head. He is leaning over you, caging you and you love how he makes you feel - respected in your choices, seen, and not just like an object. That’s why you want him so much. That’s why you need him so much - he is not like other males. 

You only break the kiss when you feel something wet on your skin, and lift your head, Azriel’s gaze following your eyes.

A drop of pre-come has fallen onto your belly, right next to your navel. You want to clench your thighs, something low in your belly tightening. The male sucks in a sharp breath, and then an almost animalistic growl parts his lips. 

His hot breath fans your throat, canines scratching over your skin. "That’s what you do to me. That’s how much I crave you."

He forces your thighs further apart, shifting on the bed, the broad crown of his cock nestled against your entrance. 

"Open up for me, my queen." Queen. You have never been called anything more beautiful. More powerful. 

Your hips fall even wider open and he slides into you, sinking into your tender flesh, stretching you out. Nothing could have ever prepared you for this feeling, the feeling of him - no one has ever felt like Azriel. So good. So right.

There is a hint of pain, but you eventually adjust to his size, and moan.

Never ever have you felt so perfectly filled. "Fucking Gods," you moan, fisting the sheets next to you. "Fuck, Azriel, move."

He loves the dominance, the power he has. With a low chuckle, seeing your already blissed out stage, he pulls out until only the tip is in and then rolls his hips against you, plunging deep into you, the muscles in his ass flexing.

"You are such a needy little thing, huh? So greedy for my dick." He is searching your gaze, waiting for a reaction - do you like the slight degradation? Is it too much, due to your job.

But you like it - coming from his lips you like it. You know he doesn't mean it in relation to your job. 

You let your hands slide down to his ass, sinking your nails into the flesh, your own hips lifting, back arching. 

"How do you want me, my midnight queen?"

You let out a shaky breath, his length slowly sliding into you, letting you feel every proud inch of his erection. "Ha-rd," you stutter. "I want you to take me hard."

He growls in approval and soon sets a relentless tempo, pulling out to the tip and slamming back into you - at a brutal pace his hips snap against yours, pounding and thrusting into you. 

The breaths that leave Azriel are ragged and fast, just like your own. Your whimper and moan, cry out in pleasure, meeting each of his thrusts with the roll of your hips. 

The sounds of smacking flesh, the groaning of the bed and the bedframe hitting the wall fill the small room. Your back arches, and you lift your legs, curling them around Azriel, heels pressing into his bum. The new angle allows him to fuck you even deeper and it has you writhing and squirming beneath him. 

Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him and it tells Azriel you are close. And so is he - release already starts to gather in his spin, flecks of black and white sparking in front of his vision. 

"You are taking me so well." Azriel captures your lobe between his teeth. "You want to come, don't you?"

You nod, no more talking possible. You are a blissed-out mess beneath him, driven only by desire and lust, your body feeling like jelly. 

Azriel clicks his tongue and you are surprised you heard it over the blood rushing in your ears. "Use your words!" There is nothing soft in his voice, nothing gentle - it is a command and you absolutely love his dominance. Because he respects you in his dominance. It is about your pleasure as well. This is about you. This moment is about you. He sees you. Respects you. 

"Yes!" you cry out. The dam bursts and release washes over you. You come undone, screaming out in pleasure, and Azriel follows you right over the edge. His thrusts become languid, his hot seed spurting of your walls, filling you. "Take it all," he groans into your ear, hips rolling against yours and you milk him dry. "Let me fill you up nicely. I want my scent to be all over you, stick to your skin for ages." 

Your eyes roll back, and you are too delirious to realise that this wonderful moment is already over. 

You slump onto the mattress, knees buckling, limps numb, chest rising and falling with deep inhales. Azriel pulls out and then collapses right on top of you. 

"No male will ever touch you again, Y/N. You are mine! From now on, until the last day of our immortal life."

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Bloodstained Rubies - Chapter II - Captivity

Chapter I

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Warnings: captivity, coercion, violence (not against reader), psychological manipulation, Yandere Chrollo

Word count: 6k

Your mouth felt pasty and dry, and your temples were throbbing, head spinning and arms and legs weak, as though numbed by keeping them in one position too long. You didn’t remember going to sleep the night before.

Shit, had you forgotten to set an alarm? Were you late for work?

You opened your eyes, blinking in the dim sunlight. Sunlight...?

Fuck. If there was sunlight, it meant you were definitely late. You stood up, still groggy from sleep, your head spinning, but when you went to pull the duvet up, the bed in front of you looked different. Nothing like yours. You looked around: it was a large bedroom, with a stone fireplace and a rust-coloured loveseat in front of it, a walk-in closet with the sliding door left ajar, a large bay window covered by sage green curtains-

You did a double take. Sitting on an armchair next to the window, a book on his lap, sat a man staring at you.

No, not any man. Chrollo.

You stumbled back, shards of the night before rising to the surface of your mind. He had- broken in, and drugged you, and God, where were you? What had he done to you? You took a step back, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, fingertips trembling, gut-twisting panic taking a hold of you as you looked around, glancing at the door.

You had to get out, had to leave, had to escape-

‘Calm down, darling’ came his unruffled, soft voice, and you stared at him, continuing to walk backwards, keeping your eyes on him. Anything- Anything to hit him with-

‘W-where am I? What did you do to me?’ you stammered, voice shaking as you glanced around you. Lamp. You could hit him with the lamp. Or maybe the vase on the dresser?

‘This is our apartment for the time being, my love’ he said, calmly closing the book he was holding and setting it down on the coffee table next to him, ‘you will notice you are wearing the clothes you were wearing yesterday night, all except your shoes. I did not undress you, nor did I act in any untoward way. Now, please, take a seat’

Darling? My love? Our?

You shuddered. He was completely insane. He had kidnapped you. Kidnapped you and locked you God knew where.

Your chest felt tight, and air was not reaching your lungs. Your legs were weak, and you couldn’t help but flinch when he stood up, calmly walking towards you. He had a weird cross tattoo on his forehead, which you assumed had been covered by the cloth when you had met him. Was he a Satanist?

Your brain was swarmed with visions of him using you for some kind of twisted ritual, strapping you an altar and using a butcher’s knife to carve you open in some gory sacrifice.

‘Stay right there! Don’t take another step!’ you yelled, voice deranged with terror, and Chrollo tilted his head at you as you picked up the cylindrical glass vase and held it like a bat.

‘I understand you must have your misgivings about me, darling-‘ he started, but you didn’t want to hear anything he had to say, any of his perverse pet names and delusions.

‘Shut the fuck up! Not another word’ you shouted, retreating towards the door. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and his eyes darkened, his fingers flexing at his side as he took another few steps towards you.

You bolted to the door, slamming it behind you and running down the corridor, catching sight of what you thought might be the front door next to the living room. You couldn’t hear his footsteps, and you didn’t turn around, pulling on the doorknob. Locked. The keys. Keys. There, in the bowl on the accent table next to you. You grabbed them, fingers shaking as you tried one of the two and frantically turned it, pulling on the handle again. It didn’t open. You tried the other one. Nothing.

You turned around, screaming when you found him staring at you a few feet away. You threw the vase at him, and his hand moved so quickly you barely even saw it, shattering the vase mid-air, making the glass rain next to him. You screamed, flattening yourself against the door, eyes wide and sawed breaths tearing through you.

Glass crunched under his boots, and you went to punch him when he got too close, but he was much faster. Before you knew it, he had picked you up and flung you over his shoulder. You hit his back and flailed around, uncaring if he dropped you, but it was like hitting a wall.

‘If you are set on continuing with this futile behaviour, I will have to restrain you, dearest’ he said calmly, coldly, as he carried you to the bedroom again. You screamed your lungs out, yelping when he tossed you on the bed and climbed over you. You swung blindly, thrashing around, throwing yourself away from him. He dragged you back by your leg, catching your arms and pinning them down above your head with one hand, his other one pinning your leg with such strength that you could not move a muscle. He put his leg over your other one, effectively cutting out all movement.

‘Are you finished?’ he asked, and you started screaming, calling for help, and you saw his lips tighten as he grabbed something from his pocket. His forehead cloth. He stuffed it in your mouth, leaning over to open the drawer of the nightstand. Rope. It was rope. You let out muffled grunts, writhing underneath him, but he tied your wrists to the headboard anyway. He pinned your legs down, taking another rope and tying your ankles to the foot of the bed.

Chrollo let out a sigh, impassively staring at you before he got up and lifted the armchair, setting it down next to the bed and sitting on it.

‘This would not have been necessary if you behaved. I advised you this would be the case, but I can see you want to be a brat. Very well then. One way or another, you will listen to me’ he said, and you stared at him with a mixture of hatred and terror, which he did not seem perturbed by.

‘My full name is Chrollo Lucilfer’ he said, looking at you, resting his elbows on his knees. You stared back, though your eyes were much harsher than his.

Chrollo Lucilfer. Assuming it was his family name was ludicrous. You wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did not even have parents and had just spawned from Satan himself.

‘I am not looking to kill or harm you in any way. In fact, it is quite the opposite. You see, I have nothing but the deepest devotion for you. I first caught a glimpse of you at that library you always used to visit on Saturdays a month ago, and came to realise you were the most captivating woman I had ever met. Your life was truly heart-rending, my love. Stuck in a miserable job undeserving of your talents and intellect, living in a dingy, unsafe neighbourhood, with mindless, mediocre acquaintances and no one to care for you or protect you... I had to intervene. You see, you are so oblivious, darling. This world is a very dangerous one for someone like you; you cannot hope to defend yourself. I had to take you with me, so that I could protect you. I would never be able to live with myself if something happened to you’ he said, his voice sickeningly soft, his big grey eyes making a mockery of fondness.

Something had happened to you. He had happened to you. And what were you going to do? What was there to do? He seemed... too strong. Maybe he wasn’t human, and he actually was Lucifer himself.

‘Now, I understand you may think me unfair for taking you from your life, but let me reassure you: your life with me will far exceed the quality of your previous one. Anything you want- except, of course, to run from me or see past acquaintances, I will give you. Whether it be food, books, paintings, jewellery... ask, and providing it will be my pleasure. You won’t have to live month to month, money will never be an issue for you ever again. Of course, I will also offer you any and all kind of affection and companionship your heart desires. I will take interest in your interests, and it would please me immensely if you did the same with mine. I can appreciate that this is a sudden change and we skipped some steps in our relationship, therefore, I will not force myself on you- unless, of course, you want me to. I can be patient, darling, because when we finally make love, I want it to be unforgettable’ he said, his voice slightly breathy as he uttered the last sentences.

You squirmed, biting hard around the cloth that smelled just like him, hoping your eyes would do the talking for you. Insane. He was crazy if he thought you would ever want him- anywhere near you. You would find a way out. If he thought he could make you into his meek little prisoner, he was sorely mistaken.

‘Do not glare at me like that, my love. It only makes you look more ravishing. Especially in such a compromising position- relax; I will not attempt to take you now. You are far too shaken as of now. Alas, there are also some rules to this new life, because I cannot trust you yet. First of all, do not attempt to run from me. I will find you, and when I do, the results will not be pretty. I will not physically harm you, but your acquaintances... well, I do not have any issues with paying them a visit. Secondly, I will be sleeping in this bed, and so will you. It’s an obvious step in our relationship, and I want to be able to hold you at night. My third rule is that were you to ask anyone for help, they would have to be disposed of. I would not be pleased’ he sighed, and you gulped, looking at him. Was he... a murderer? Would he kill your friends, your family?

‘My occupation will require us to move often, but I will make it as comfortable as possible for you. You don’t have to do anything. And I want to reiterate that I don’t expect you to be my maid. You are my woman, and you don’t have to clean or cook unless you feel like you want to. Of course, I would love it if you cooked a meal for us, but I can care after myself and you. Oh, and one last thing. I think it is quite clear now, but do not attempt to attack me. You won’t be able to injure me, and you will end up in this unfortunate position again. The time I will leave you like this will depend on how displeased I am with your attempt’ he said, running a hand through his hair and getting up.

Your eyes followed him, and you tried to process the delusional rant he’d gone on, but you struggled to think anyone could be so fucked up. He was... obsessed with you? Wanted you to be his girlfriend?

‘Now. It’s been more than twenty-two hours since I visited you at your house. You need to eat. I’m going to make you something quickly’ he said, walking out of the room, leaving you gagged and tied up on the bed.

Crazy. He was completely crazy. What if you had to go to the bathroom? And did he really think you were going to eat anything he gave you?

You were actually surprised to see him come back only ten minutes later holding a plate with a ham and cheese toastie. You eyed it suspiciously as he sat on the armchair and placed it on the nightstand, undoing the bindings on your hands. He removed your gag, and you coughed, wiping your lips and glowering at him.

‘Don’t do anything foolish, darling’ he said, taking the plate and putting it on your lap, staring at you intently as you gingerly took one half in your hands. You glanced at him. Like hell you trusted that.

You put it down, slamming it on the nightstand even though you were starving, not having eaten since lunch on Sunday.

‘It’s a normal sandwich. Eat it’ he said, smiling passively at you. A fake smile. You bristled.

‘Fuck you’ you hissed, but his smile did not waver.

‘Alright. You are suspicious of me, that is fair enough. Mhm. Wait here, darling’ he said, getting up and leaving the room once more.

Yeah, as if.

You went to undo the rope binding your feet, but found that from the neck down, you were completely paralysed. Nothing you did made you move. What had he done? You hadn’t eaten nor drank anything he’d given you. You could move just fine a second ago.

You were starting to panic when he came back and your body started working again, though you still felt weird.

He sat down, holding a knife and a pomegranate. Your brow furrowed, and you stared at him as he placed a bowl on his thigh and started cutting the pomegranate into sections.

‘If you cannot trust me to prepare a meal for you, at least have some fruit. Here, I am showing you the entire process. The knife doesn’t touch the fruit, it cuts into the surface of it. You can eat it with your hands, so you can be sure that you wouldn’t run into any issues. Is that enough for you?’ he asked, cutting the pomegranate into quarters like it was made of butter and splitting it apart with his hands, tapping the knife on the back to make the seeds fall into the bowl. You watched the whole process like a hawk, and he did not put anything on the seeds, nor did he touch them with his knife.

That should mean it was safe, right?

He discarded the shell of the pomegranate on the plate where the sandwich lay untouched, handing you the bowl. You stared at it, and then back at him, but he had already pulled out a book and opened it, flicking through the pages.

You narrowed your eyes, taking up a few seeds and eating them. They tasted so sweet. You wouldn’t tell him that, but pomegranates were one of your favourite fruits. It was one of those things where you liked them a lot, and yet, the hassle of peeling them always persuaded you not to have them.

‘Let me tell you a story, darling. It’s about Nen; I imagine you are not familiar with the term. Every human being possesses aura, but only a few of them can actually use it. I won’t make it complicated, but when aura is released and utilised, it can enhance physical attributes such as strength, speed, endurance, resistance and so on. When one masters Nen, they can develop abilities. There’s all kinds of fascinating abilities, but one must stay within the grounds of one’s own Nen category. Those are Enhancement, Transmutation, Conjuration, Emission, Manipulation and Specialisation. All of those grant different powers, such as Enhancers being able, for example, to make their blows much stronger and Conjurers being able to use objects they craft in their own mind. All of those, except for Specialists’ he said, going on a long-winded explanation that you wanted to not care about, but it was so odd and outlandish that you just had to listen.

Was he talking about superpowers? And that was real? Though it would explain the inhuman speed and strength he had...

You were almost finished with the pomegranate, and you were ashamed to say you wanted more, even though you would not ask.

‘I am a Specialist. That means I do not fit into any of the other categories, and my power is simply not clear-cut. Specialists have wildly diverging abilities, and mine is called Bandit’s Secret. Can you see this book I’m holding?’ he said, holding up the weird handprint book he had in his hands. Now that you thought about it, there was a sort of light around his hand, like a hazy shroud covering it.

‘You can, can’t you? That’s because I just forced you to release your aura, darling. When I went to get that pomegranate, I used one of my Nen abilities to paralyse your body. That triggered the release of your Nen. With Bandit’s Secret, I can steal other people’s Nen abilities and make them mine’ he said, flicking through the book. You stared at him, nonplussed.

So he had asshole superpowers. What a shock.

You couldn’t see what he could possibly mean to achieve by releasing your aura or whatever. You finished your pomegranate and put the bowl down on the nightstand.

‘’I happen to have an ability called Apple of the Gods. I stole it just for you, my dear. Are you familiar with the myth of Hades and Persephone? Legend goes that Hades happened to fall in love with Persephone, Demeter’s daughter and the goddess of spring, and he abducted her, taking her to the Underworld with him. There, Persephone happened to eat one of the pomegranates that grew there, and was thus trapped in Hades’ kingdom because she had eaten the food of the Underworld. She was subsequently allowed to spend six months with her mother, which is when spring and summer would return to the world of the living, and though she had been taken by Hades, with time, she came to love him and find joy in his companionship’ he said, smiling softly at you with those eerie grey eyes. Your terrified gaze lowered to your red stained fingers, to the shell of the pomegranate you had just eaten.

No, he was just being delusional. This was another tale of obsession to justify his actions to himself. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t possible.

‘This ability allows me to form a bond with any individual who willingly eats food I have offered them. With this bond, I can instantly tell where they are, at all times. So long as the target eats the food, and I reveal to them the workings of my ability, the bond will snap in place. Truly, darling, you are my Persephone. We cannot be separated’ he said, giving you that placid smile that made your head spin.

No, no, no.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t- you would just throw up. Yes, you would vomit it. You jammed two fingers in your throat, pushing.

‘Oh, no you don’t’ you heard, and you were pinned down to the bed again, your hand pried from your mouth and slammed against the mattress. You yelped in pain, and the grip eased ever so slightly, still way too steely for you to even move.

‘Darling, darling... you are such a brat’ he crooned, dipping his head to press his lips on your cheek. You let out a strangled scream, turning your head, squirming underneath him as he kissed your jaw.

‘There. I’ll have to tie you up again, sweetheart. Just for a few hours, hm? And if you keep screaming, I’ll have to make you sleep again. You don’t want that, do you?’ he said softly, tying your wrists to the headboard again and lifting his head. Your eyes filled with tears, and you let out a strangled sob as teardrops trickled down your temples, dampening your hair.

‘Shh, shh, my love. It pains me to have to do this too, but with the way you’re behaving, how can I expect you to stay by my side? You’ll see it’s all worth it soon. I’ll make you so happy’ he shushed you, his thumb wiping your temples, his soft lips pressing again on your cheek, on your forehead.

Two days earlier, you would’ve felt butterflies in your stomach if he did that. Now, all you felt was revulsion, fear and hatred.

He gracefully got up, smiling down at you.

‘I have business to attend to. Be a good girl and wait for me to come back. If you don’t try to get out of those knots, I will untie you when I return’ he said, walking over to the wardrobe and getting another cloth, this time a white one, and wrapping it around his forehead.

He walked away, closing the bedroom door behind him and leaving you to let out your anguish.

Chrollo let out a soft sigh, smiling to himself as he parked the car in front of the house he had visited a mere week earlier. It had taken him an hour and a half to drive there, which meant it was almost midnight now. You didn’t need to know what he was doing. But he had held on to his resentment for long enough, and it need be dealt with.

A dull, mediocre detached house in a suburban neighbourhood equally average greeted him. He made quick work of picking the lock, slipping inside and smiling slightly as he eyed the landing in front of the door. Ahh. How should he do it? Quickly, as to not waste time and go back to his darling straightaway? Or slowly and painfully, as punishment for coveting you?

He walked up the stairs, following the sound of quiet snoring to a small, messy bedroom that smelled stuffy. He grabbed the man’s arm, throwing him into the corridor, where he landed against the wall, the sound of crunching like a symphony to his ears.

Too much strength, Chrollo thought, astounded by how weak civilians were. If he didn’t control his strength, he would die straightaway. After all, judging by his wailing and writhing, he must have broken a few vertebrae.

‘Stop screaming or I will take your tongue’ he said calmly, and the man looked at him, convulsing on the floor, sweat beading his reddened face. He was pleased to see he was cognisant and his legs were in a cast, and even more to see him tremble. He conjured his book, flicking through the pages. Indoor Fish, perhaps? No, not enough pain. Maybe he should have called Feitan.

‘Who... are you?’ the man gurgled, and Chrollo turned to him, still flicking through his book in search of the perfect ability.

‘A week ago, you had lunch with a woman and revealed to her you had wanted her for yourself in the past. You and I both know you still desire her. How could you not? She is truly delightful. However, that woman happens to belong to me. I saw the messages you sent her after that. Telling her you couldn’t help but wish you’d told her sooner. And just this morning, you wrote to her that you missed her, and asked her to go on a date with you. That is unacceptable. Thinking of you coveting her, imagining touching her with your filthy hands... it truly is unbearable. Therefore, I’m afraid I will have to kill you’ he said, going back to his Indoor Fish. After all, it was perfect to truly punish his mind for its filthy thoughts.

‘You’re insane! What- what have you done with her?’ the man stammered, and Chrollo sighed, his fish appearing around him.

‘That is none of your concern. All you need to know is that I can offer her what her heart desires. You, with your weakness and meagre intellect, your lack of insight into her and paltry excuse of affection... you could never be enough for her. I can protect her, cherish her, give her anything. And she is already mine’ he said, and watched as his fish ate part of his hand with impassive interest.

‘What’s happening?’ he screeched, looking at his hand, and Chrollo glanced at him, the corners of his lips tugging upward slightly.

‘Oh, my apologies. You cannot see Nen. There are two fish swarming you now. They are carnivorous creatures who enjoy the taste of human flesh. Whilst they feast on your body, you will not bleed nor will you feel any pain. Though your sanity may not survive the experience, your body will, until they disappear’ he explained, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, ‘see? Right about now, I believe one of them is about to take a bite of your calf. Fascinating, is it not?’

‘Please, let me live... I won’t think about her anymore- I won’t, you can have her!’ he started to cry, crawling on the ground. Chrollo lifted his chin, looking down at the maggot in front of him. How you could stand being around such a pitiful creature was beyond him. Perhaps, you had never had better. But you and Chrollo were perfect pieces of a puzzle, completing each other. You had made his heart beat again, given him long-forgotten emotions and breathed life into his soul. Now, he must also devote himself to you and repay the debt whilst keeping you with him. He knew you would help him find himself.

‘So this is the extent of your devotion to her. Pathetic. Is this what you call love?’ he asked, turning him on his stomach with his foot. One of the fish devoured his legs, and he looked at him, sobbing.

‘I don’t- love her... please, spare me... why can’t I feel anything? Where are... my legs?’ he asked dumbly. Chrollo clucked his tongue, already growing bored. He missed you. Perhaps he should cut this short.

‘Are you not listening to me, Hans? I think I have explained in detail what’s happening to you. Tell me, if I told you that the price for your life would be my beloved’s, the woman you claimed to love, would you allow me to kill her for you to live?’ he asked, turning the light on in the bedroom and going over to the nightstand, where a photo of you and Hans smiling was the centrepiece. Chrollo took it out of the frame, ripping Hans out of it and smiling at your smiling face.  One day, he knew you’d smile like that for him.

‘Yes! Yes, anything! Kill her, let me live- I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die’ sobbed Hans, and Chrollo sneered, mildly disgusted. He had seen humans curse their own kin under torture, but to think that it would take so little, and without any pain as well...

How could you have ever enjoyed his company? When he had no loyalty whatsoever? He took his phone out, texting Feitan. He should be close by, as he had asked him to be that morning.

‘How distasteful. Truly, Hans, you are making me feel glad I took her from people such as you. Apologies, I am just going to answer a quick call’ he said, answering the phone call.

‘What’s the job, Danchō?’ Feitan’s voice rang in his ear, and Chrollo smiled, twirling the picture of you in his fingers.

‘Hello, Feitan. I have a present for you. How long do you think you can keep someone alive after they have lost their legs and a hand? Oh, and their tongue, though I cauterised that one’ he asked, changing his power to his fire conjuring ability, carefully heating up his Ben’s Knife just as the fish disappeared and Hans started screaming and convulsing, staring at him with wide, terrified eyes. Chrollo pried his jaw open, cutting his tongue with the hot knife and cleaning the blood on his shirt before he ripped the sheets into bandages.  

‘If you stop the bleeding, they can last a few hours’ said Feitan on the line, and Chrollo tied the tourniquet around Hans’ thighs and wrist, gagging him for good measure. He’d heard enough out of him anyway.

‘Alright. I’ll send you the address. Be quick’ he said, ending the call and stepping over the puddle of blood on the linoleum to walk into the bathroom and wash his hands.

‘Don’t worry, Hans. My friend should be here in a few minutes. In the meantime, try to stay alive, won’t you?’ he said, closing Bandit’s Secret and letting it disappear.

‘Personally, I am particularly fond of her smile. That she would smile at you, laugh at any tawdry joke that you may come up with... it is quite irritating. I’m sure you don’t understand. Your love for her is a mere façade, is it not? Does it make you feel better about yourself to associate with someone far superior than you are? Though even she must have found you lacking. I’m now quite certain it was only her kindness that allowed her to nurture a friendship with you’ he mused, thinking you must truly be cantankerous by now. Poor girl, he’d left you tied up for hours now. He would be home soon, though. He could not wait to fall asleep next to you.

It took Feitan only ten minutes to arrive, and when he did, Chrollo called to him to come upstairs, where he lifted an eyebrow, looking down at Hans.

‘Who is he?’ he asked, and Chrollo smiled at him, straightening up and starting to descend the stairs.

‘Someone who was in my way. Do what you want with him. Text me when he dies. That’s all’ he said, closing the front door behind him and getting in his car.

When he got home, he was pleased to see you had made no attempts to free yourself, and your eyes were overflowing with rage and only a hint of fear when he walked in, though they were raw and puffy. Ahh, you were filled with so much more fire than your friend was. He was truly undeserving of you.

‘Let me undo these, darling. You must be so sore’ he said, undoing the bindings and cradling you in his arms, kissing the top of your hair, inhaling the sweet, floral scent of it as you thrashed in his hold.

‘There. You’ll behave now, won’t you? Let me make you some food. You must be starving. Please, feel free to use the bathroom whilst I’m in the kitchen. But don’t try to lock yourself in there to hide from me. If you do, I’ll have to take away the lock’ he said, smiling at you. You pressed your pretty lips together, saying nothing as you pushed him away and walked over to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

Chrollo sighed, getting up and walking over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and cutting up some vegetables. He was happy to hear the bathroom door open a mere ten minutes after he left you in the bedroom, and you appeared in front of him not long after.

‘Hello, darling. I am making stir fry noodles, I know you like that. Don’t worry, I have no reason to poison them. I’ll even eat some from your plate to prove it. And as far as it concerns the pomegranate earlier, it’s been digested already, so throwing up is useless, and so is refusing this food. If you do refuse it, I will have no choice but to force feed you. Your choice’ he said, watching you seethe with a placid smile. Now that he had taken care of your pathetic friend and was back with you, he was feeling much better.

‘I hate you’ you said hoarsely, and Chrollo pushed the vegetables in the pan, washing the knife and putting it back in the drawer that he locked with Nen.

‘For now’ he replied smoothly, starting to heat up the vegetables and grabbing a packet of egg noodles from the fridge.

‘I’ll always hate you’ you continued, balling up your small, delicate hands into fists as you stood in front of the breakfast bar. Chrollo gave you a sly smirk.

‘We’ll see, dearest’ he said simply, grabbing chopsticks and plates and setting them at the table. He poured you a glass of water from the tap, putting it on the table.

‘Please, sit. It will be ready in a few minutes’ he said, watching as you swallowed and eyed the water greedily, deciding to choose your battles wisely and sit down, avidly gulping down the tall glass of water he had poured you.

Chrollo smiled, filling up a jug with more water and setting it in front of you. You drank again, and he went back to put the noodles in the pan, grabbing some chopsticks and stirring them.

When it was ready, he put a generous amount in your plate, and the rest in his, setting down the pan and sitting down.

‘So, what will it be, darling?’ he asked, watching with great interest as your shoulders hunched and quivered just before you glowered at him.

‘Stop calling me that. I’m not your darling, or any of the sick pet names you’re throwing at me’ you snarled, and Chrollo tilted his head, starting to eat.

‘Well, actually, you are my darling. You are the dearest person to me, my beloved, and my love. Therefore, whether you agree with my usage of them or not, they are true, accurate representations of my feelings. Besides, watching your reaction to them is quite endearing. Your anger is quite sweet, darling’ he drawled, relishing in teasing you, seeing that cute expression on your face when your eyebrows lowered and your mouth twisted into an angry pout.

Getting a reaction out of you was all he wanted, whatever it was. He was a patient man, he could wait for your smiles and soft eyes. For now, he was amused by how much they burnt with rage. It was fascinating to see someone so emotional, so affected by anything he might say or do.

‘Will you eat, or will I have to make you?’ he pressed after a few seconds, and he thought you might break the chopsticks from the tight hold you had on them, but you did start to eat. Satisfied, Chrollo went back to his meal.

‘I’m going to get you some clothes and books tomorrow. For now, you can wear one of the outfits I got from your house. Unless, of course, you don’t want to. I’m not opposed to you wearing nothing. Quite the opposite, actually’ he continued, riling you up, watching you take the bait so, so easily.

‘Fuck you’ you snarled again. It was impressive how quickly you had discarded your fear of him in favour of boldness. It was thrilling to have someone outside of the Spider who wasn’t afraid of him.

‘If you insist, darling’ he taunted with a smirk, letting out a soft laugh at your sneer.

Despite your misgivings, you finished all your food, and Chrollo got up, putting the plates in the dishwasher and going over to you. You immediately got up, putting the table between your bodies.

‘I have left toiletries for you in the bathroom. Let me get you a change of clothes, my love’ he said, walking over to the bedroom and stepping into the closet, retrieving a clean change of clothes from the things he’d taken from your house. Sadly, he had only found one set of pyjamas he liked: it was a black T-shirt and matching black shorts, which would no doubt make your legs look amazing. He could hardly wait.

He handed them to you as you stood near the bedroom door, possibly wanting to avoid losing sight of him. How sweet, he thought.

‘I’m not wearing that’ you hissed, grimacing at the shorts he’d handed you.

‘You prefer just wearing the shirt? Let me take these back, then’ he said, taking the shorts from you, but your eyes widened and you pulled on them, snatching them from his hand, making him chuckle.

‘Just as I thought. Don’t worry, I won’t walk in the bathroom as you change. Your privacy in there is yours, so long as you do not decide to hide there’ he said, and you chewed on your bottom lip, cautiously closing the bathroom door behind you.

He took the opportunity to change and brush his teeth in the main bathroom, going back to the bedroom to see you standing in front of the window. He sighed, his eyes raking down your lovely figure, taking in the length of your legs and thighs. He wanted to run his hands on your soft skin, kiss them, grip them until you whimpered...

Chrollo closed the bedroom door with Nen once again, not wanting you to avoid him any longer. He’d missed you, wanted you for too long to lose any more precious moments. He walked over to you, catching you when you tried dodging him and stepping away.

‘Darling, it’s time for bed now. Remember, I said we’d sleep together. You don’t have to worry, I won’t touch you inappropriately’ he said, lifting you up when you started to try to wrench yourself from him and carrying you over to the bed. He flung the covers away, lying down with you, holding you to him. Your little punches and kicks felt like nothing against him, and he smiled, wrapping his arms around you more tightly, revelling in the warmth and feel of your body even as you yelled and cursed at him.

‘Darling, if you don’t stop yelling, I’ll kiss you’ he said, and you shut up immediately, making him chuckle. Though you continued hitting him.

Chrollo patiently waited until you were done with your futile attempt, and after about fifteen minutes, you were panting, your blows nothing more than taps now.

‘There. I hope it’s out of your system now’ he said, turning you to spoon you. You squirmed weakly, but it did not last long. Soon, exhaustion caught up with you, and you fell asleep.

Chrollo left your side to pull the blanket over the both of you, draping an arm around your waist and kissing your shoulder, stroking your hair gently.

‘Tomorrow will be easier for you, my love. And you will seek out my embrace in no time, I can assure you’ he said softly, closing his eyes and letting himself feel at peace with you. As it was meant to be.

Chapter III

#hunter x hunter #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #hxh chrollo #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x you #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hxh #hxh x reader

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One Minute, It's a Beautiful Scene

CHAPTER SUMMARY : how has megumi managed to convince you to run away from the class and visit the local aquarium?

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, PG chapter tbh!

WORDS : 4.5k

notes : I PROMISED I'D POST THIS WEEK AND I DID

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You observe Megumi as he fills in the last few areas of the bear page. He laughs when he puts his pen down. It’s ridiculous, but he likes it. Yours on the other hand doesn’t compare to the purple dolphin you had done previously. Megumi definitely has you beat this round in terms of colouring. He takes your book again, flipping through the pages for another page to colour in.

“The red elephant definitely wasn’t your finest work, O’Keeffe.” he tuts, focusing on which page he’d like to colour the most.

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” you tell him, pouting like a petulant child at the nickname. It is so loaded and filled with hate. But then again, so is the man who keeps using it against you. He huffs, annoyed, just because you’re telling him you don’t like it won’t change a thing. You’re O’Keeffe, to him. Megumi likes it. So Megumi won’t stop.

“Here, you do this one.” he tells you, pointing at a page filled with different types of flowers. It’s cute, and the big sunflower in the centre is calling your name.

It’ll pass the final hour to colour in again at the very least.

You can’t help but smile each time you look over at Megumi. The song ‘Pretend We’re Dead’ by L7 is playing full blast through his headphones whilst he's poking his tongue out in concentration as he colours in an a unicorn.

So angsty and still so cute.

He scoffs when he notices you staring, insisting that you shut up.

“I didn’t say anything!” you giggle.

“Alright, O’Keeffe, focus on your flowers.”

You sigh, looking down at the page. The way your stomach twists and spasms is all too familiar to how you’ve felt ever since you first met Megumi. Looking at the flowers now, despite them not being your own creations, is causing you nothing but pain and heartbreak. Flowers were your muse. They always made you smile, feel loved, feel happy.

But now all you feel is disdain.

His eyebrow quirks and he looks subtly over his shoulder as he watches you close your book without finishing your colouring. He pretends he isn’t interested in what you’re doing as you pack your book back inside of your tote bag and fold the tray table back to where it belongs. You place your felt tips onto his table, manoeuvring your body so you’re facing the window and looking at the sea in the distance.

You’re close.

It’s difficult forgetting who you’re dealing with. Megumi Fushiguro is like no one you’ve ever met. Although there is a familial resemblance to Naoya, both arrogant and nasty, he is so cold and uncaring.

Most normal people tend to ask what is wrong when you begin acting how you are right now. Yuuji would be begging you to share your woes with him.

But Megumi Fushiguro is not Yuuji.

He’ll never ask, although you want him to so badly. You want to scream at him, make him realise what he’s done to you. How he’s ruined something as beautiful and ordinary as flowers for you. And he still won’t stop calling you O’Keeffe! He won’t ask, your only choice is to tell him. But you know it won’t do any good.

He just doesn’t care. And you can’t make him.

“I need some fresh air and a smoke. Why are we even going to this hick town?” Megumi grunts, finishing colouring the unicorns horn in a pretty pastel blue. You scoff, and laugh, earning another infuriated grunt from him. “What?”

“It’s not a hick town, idiot. It’s a coastal town!” you inform him.

“Same thing. Nothing to do but look at the beach and morons walking their mutts.” he huffs.

“You’re always on, aren’t you?” you laugh. “You can turn the angsty teen act off once in a while. It’s okay to like things. You might even like the place, the sea breeze is good for you.” you explain. He shakes his head, resuming his colouring. “I didn’t know you smoke…” you sigh, repositioning yourself so that you’re facing him.

“Nosy.” he says.

Maybe he has a point. But you never thought you’d be comfortable enough with your bully to sit and talk with him like this. You shrug your shoulders in an attempt to appear as if you don’t care, but the look in his eye tells you that you aren’t a good enough actress to pull it off. “You’ve seen me with coke on my nose and you’re surprised I smoke?” he states. Your eyes widen in horror as you remember seeing his dusted nose in the bathroom that day.

“Oh, I—”

“Everything in moderation. I don’t smoke or do drugs often. Every now and then to remind me I’m alive. Or when I’m stressed, I guess.” he hums as he explains. “You ever do drugs?” he asks.

“Nosy.” you tease back. A smile creeps onto his face, shaking his head with a pout as he considers you. “There was this one time when I got spiked…”

“Alright, shut up.”

“Are you ever going to apologise for how you’ve treated me, Megumi? Do you know what you’ve done to me?” you wonder.

It’s hard to talk to him. He’s so fucking unusual and mystifying you can’t help but lose yourself in conversation with him and want to know every inch of his aching soul. That’s your inner empath talking. But there’s a frightened voice within you that can’t let you forget what he’s done to you. Every single thing he’s done and you keep throwing it up in the form of words each time you remember. He asked you a question, and you couldn’t help yourself but remind him of what he is.

He’s a bastard.

A bully.

A monster.

He covers his ears with his headphones for the umpteenth time, disregarding your words and your existence entirely.

Something is telling you that you won’t be hearing from him for the rest of the journey.

Somehow you managed to drift off whilst riding out the final hour of the ride. Megumi was happy with his unicorn colouring and admired it for a while as the vehicle slowed down so that it could park. The other students began to stand up and pick up their belongings so they could get outside sooner. Everyone seemed to be desperate for some fresh air.

The girls of your worst nightmares sauntered by you both. But the blonde couldn’t help but stop and look at the two of you. She sniggers, pulling the attention of the redhead to stare at you as well.

“Looking very cosy, Megumi.” she spits, a loathsome tone in her voice.

Megumi looks to his side, seeing you comfortably resting on his shoulder as you continue to nap. He doesn't want to wake you. But for some reason he let the girl’s comments get under his skin. He shrugs his shoulder, hoping it would be enough to wake you. You stir, but he notes you have no intention of opening your eyes.

“Get up.” he demands, using the full force of his hand to shove you away from him. The back of your head thumps against the window and your eyes shoot open. Your heart is racing at your unfamiliar surroundings, evidently forgetting where you are whilst you had been sleeping. “We’re here.”

“You didn’t have to shove me.” you tell him.

“I’m not your fucking pillow, O’Keeffe. I know princess is used to everyone doing whatever she wants, though, so I’ll let you off this once.” he tells you as he gathers his things. Before you can get out of your seat, he’s shoving his three coloured pages in your face and demanding you put them in your bag. He is a princess. A childish little bratty princess.

“Don’t you want to keep them?” you ask him waving them in your hand wondering if he’ll change his mind.

“No, put them in your book. They’re yours.”

He stands in the middle of the walkway, blocking everyone from getting ahead of him as he waits for you to get your things together and get off the bus. It makes you nervous, you can hear people complaining in the aisle about being held back and it’s your fault. Why won’t he just let them by? He looks unbothered, as always. His expression is telling you not to worry. But how could you not? He towers above you when you finally stand up and guides you out.

The salty air hits you like a brick through a window. You’ve never felt so alive. And you can tell by Megumi’s face he’s enjoying it too. He’s disgruntled when he hears your lecturer inform you that you’re five minutes away from an art gallery you’ll be spending some time at.

He wanted some time to stretch his legs and breathe in the air; it is a crushing blow to realise he’ll be trapped in a stuffy gallery immediately after getting off the coach. You all walk together in the direction of the art gallery nonetheless. But when you get outside, Megumi pulls you backwards and drags you away from the group so that you can hide around the corner.

“What are you—?”

He’s lighting his cigarette and leaning against the wall. His face instantly turns from tense to pure ecstasy. He snickers each time you look around, tense about being caught with him and not inside with your class. As if you aren’t adults. It’s like you’re scared about being caught smoking.

You are.

“Why are you so antsy? Here,” he speaks as he holds his cigarette out to you. Though you politely decline, he continues puffing away and tarring his lungs. “We aren’t teenagers y’know. We won’t get in trouble.”

“We’re meant to be with the group! You didn’t even tell anyone about—”

“Shut up.” he hisses, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out with the bottom of his shoe. “C’mon then, princess, let’s get you inside before you blow a fucking fuse.” he moans as he storms ahead of you. Your legs work over time doing your best to keep up with his massive strides, still trailing behind him.

It turns out you were worried for nothing as you seamlessly re-join with the class. The two of you lingering in the back as your teacher explains what is going on. Apparently you have an hour to wander around and admire the work, and after that time you need to meet back up in the main room to listen to a speech from one of the curators here. Megumi rolls his eyes at that, immediately skulking off to the nearest elevator to hide on the top floor.

As much as you want to explore and admire all of the art, you know you’re easy pickings by yourself. The girls are eyeing you up like vultures the further away Megumi gets from you. You look between him and them a few times before rushing over to the elevator. He shakes his head in annoyance as he swallows liquid from an energy drink can he pulled out of his backpack.

“Little bloodsucker.” he mutters.

You ignore him, though, knowing it’s easier to listen to his insults than be involved with the girls downstairs. There isn’t much to look at when you step outside and onto the top floor. A few paintings and nothing more. Although there is a comfortable looking bench that Megumi soon makes himself at home on. You sit beside him twiddling your thumbs, unable to help feeling like you’re missing out on things.

“I’m not keeping you here, go look at the art.” he tells you.

“N-No…” you stutter, pulling your laptop out of your bag and searching the gallery up on the internet. “I’ll use my phones hotspot and… it’s fine. See, most of the paintings are on their website so—”

“It’s different in the flesh. You want to make some notes for your dissertation, right? Go look around.” he instructs.

“I don’t want to go. Those girls terrify me... They only leave me alone when you’re with me.”

“Well I’m here now. And there’s some paintings here, too. So go look at those.”

You suppose he has a point. There’s no one here but you and him. You tuck your laptop back inside of your bag and decide to look around.

He doesn’t take his eyes off you while you look at each painting and make page after page of in-depth notes. You’re smarter than he’s given you credit for. He hasn’t even thought about writing his dissertation. He feels a strange sensation in his chest each time you lean forwards and tuck your pen behind your ear as you study each individual brushstroke on the canvases.

He’s getting warmer, and he can’t stop smiling.

He tries to shake it away and drink more of his energy drink. He doesn’t want to think about it anymore. About you. Why is he thinking about the time you kissed at your parents manor house?

Fuck.

He gets up, abandoning you as he strides towards the elevator again. It’s hard for you to put your things away and catch up with him, but you do. Standing side by side as the elevator descends to the floor below.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

He sticks close to you as you wander from painting to painting. He even shields you from the girls when he spots them getting a little close, not that you noticed, too captivated by the paintings. They’re all so homely and sweet. The type of painting you’d see in a grandparent’s home. Mostly beachscapes and sea life. You turn a corner, and Megumi whistles as he studies the painting in front of you both.

“Wow…” you huff.

“It’s... big.” he follows.

“And so detailed.” you add.

It’s another beachscape, but with a ton of attractions included in the image. Amusement parks, restaurants, you name it. You’re scribbling down notes furiously as you take in every inch of the beautiful painting. Megumi, meanwhile, is more interested in the floor to ceiling window overlooking the town and bathing the painting in natural light. He notices something in the distance that makes him squint in concentration. His vision begins to alternate between the painting and the window. He takes your breath away as he drags you towards the window so you can see what he’s looking at. You begin to copy him as you look between the painting and the window, seeing what he’s seeing.

“An aquarium!” you smile, excited by the prospect of going.

“Shall we go?” he asks. You shake your head.

“We can’t,” you tell him as you hoist your bag over your shoulder and begin to walk towards the elevator for the final time. “we have that speech thing in ten minutes.” you remind him. When the doors open and you blend in with the group, your lecturer stands proudly in front of everyone.

“Feel free to look around for another ten minutes before the wonderful curator tells us about the history of the town and how it influenced the art on display.” he announces.

You turn to see Megumi standing with raised eyebrows.

Do you really want to stick around and listen to that?

Both his facial expression and your internal monologue ask you that. When there’s an aquarium down the road? Absolutely fucking not. He tilts his head in the direction of the exit, and you both casually walk towards it hoping to not get caught. Once outside, you begin to sprint together down the streets.

“You’re a bad influence.” you tell Megumi as you slow down now that you’re safe enough to walk.

“You feelin’ alright princess? Didn’t think you had this in you.” he taunts.

“Let’s just go,” you demand as you overtake him in your speed walking, “I wanna see some fish!”

Megumi covers the cost of the admission fee, telling you that you have to pay for food. You remind him that you can’t be any later than 5pm or you’ll miss the coach home. He side eyes you as your phone lights up with a text. You reply with a cheesy smile on your face.

Why does he feel so fucking angry about it?

He feels even worse as you giggle with your reply.

“Who’s that? Yuuji?” he asks. Instantly cringing at his questioning. He shouldn’t have asked. He doesn’t care. Does he? Why did he ask?

“I haven’t heard anything from Yuuji since he left.” you sigh, wondering why he hasn’t made the effort to answer any of your messages yet. You hold your eyes shut as you try and dispel the negative thoughts from your mind. Smiling when your eyes open and excited to tell Megumi the truth. “It was your dad, actually.” you chuckle.

“Oh, yeah? You text with my dad?” he queries.

“Not really, he was asking how we’re doing and if you’re giving me any shit.” you explain.

“Gonna rat on me again?”

“No! I—”

“Ugh, you’re sick. You want to fuck each other so bad. It’s obvious.” Megumi pouts, walking away from you as he steps into the first room.

“I do not! I can’t speak for Toji and I wouldn’t blame him because, well, look at me.” you joke as you flaunt your body and your face sarcastically. “But I’m with Yuuji and I love him and I’m happy.” you speak a little louder than intended. He nods, but doesn’t speak. You think he’s more interested in the fish, which is fair.

You spend time in each room. Sometimes you stand together, and other times you stand apart. The rooms all link together, so you take your time exploring them all. From Amazonian fish to cold water ones. By the time you reach the warmer waters room you hear Megumi’s stomach begin to growl.

“There’s a café upstairs.” you tell him as you lead the way.

You point at the window while you wait for your orders to be brought to your table. It’s raining. His face scrunches in disbelief. It has been perfect sunshine all day. Barely a cloud in the sky and now it’s pouring down rain.

“I told you.” you remind him.

“Yeah, you did.”

You note the time on your phone, telling him that you should probably go back to your class soon. But he disagrees. You’ve got over an hour before the bus leaves and you still have a few rooms left to look at. You’re satisfied with your small plate of food but it’s clear that it has barely touched the sides for Megumi. Though he declines your offer to get him something else, he’s more intrigued by the prospect of looking at the sharks.

“Maybe we’ll see a purple dolphin.” he jokes.

He starts to think of all of the colouring you did together on the coach. And the flowers. Why didn’t you finish the flowers? They’re your thing. He calls you O’Keeffe for a reason. He picked that page specifically for you.

Were you just too tired?

“How’s your sketchbook doing? I bet you’ve got a garden growing by now.” he asks, distracting himself from annoying, niggling thoughts. You puff out air, unsatisfied with the question and your current predicament.

Flowers. Fucking flowers.

“I’ve fallen out of love with flowers...” you admit, earning a surprised expression from Megumi.

“Shame. What’s the reason?” he questions, oblivious.

“… You. Because of you, Megumi.”

He clears his throat, awkwardly. It’s not that he feels bad, he doesn’t, but it’s like a real look in the mirror. You aren’t joking with him like you had on the bus. You aren’t trying to get him in trouble with Toji. It’s earnest, it’s real.

You’ve stopped loving something that meant so much to you, because of him.

Painting flowers meant so much to you. It calmed you. Brought you joy, happiness, strength. And each time he harassed you, called you names, harmed you, destroyed that. It was like he personally ripped an individual petal from every single flower to exist.

You’ve lost love.

The world has lost its bloom.

He gets up, walking away from the table without a word. You’re never going to get a word out of him. You’ll never get an apology or an acknowledgement of what he’s done to you. What you’ve become because of him. That’s just something you need to come to terms with. You step out into the tropical waters display, a huge underwater tunnel showing you the sharks swimming over your head. The unpleasant conversation seems to melt away from you as you watch the sharks movements and rippling water above you.

The bright blue water illuminates both of you. Though you don’t pay attention to Megumi, he can’t stop staring at you. After torturing you for so long, he doesn’t think he’s seen you truly happy until today. You look like a totally different person to him with an earnest smile on your face.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” you query as you make eye contact with Megumi. He does nought but nod, looking above him at the sea life once again.

“Yeah.” he mutters, so quietly you can’t hear him. He watches you for a while as you take more pictures on your phone.

“Smile!” you tease, pointing your phone at him and catching him off guard. You manage to get one nice one, the rest you take are him covering his face. “Will you take one of me?” you wonder. He hesitates, but nods.

He takes a few as a shark swims behind you, handing your phone back to you to see if you’re satisfied.

“I think you’ve got a new muse.” Megumi informs you. You look deeply into the water, considering his words. Maybe he’s right. It can’t hurt to take some more pictures just in case.

“Come here.” you command him. He gets closer, but begins to retreat as you flip your camera to selfie mode. “Just one, stay still!”

He cracks a smile as you take a photo of yourselves together with the blinding blue water highlighting you both. You consider putting it on your story, but your stomach sinks at the prospect of Yuuji stumbling upon it. He watches you save the image and close out of it, keeping it for your own personal memories.

“Shall we get another coffee and then go?” you ask.

“There’s a gift shop over there.” he points. Your eyes widen. There is nothing more exciting than a gift shop. Regardless of how overpriced they can be.

“Okay. Coffee. Gift shop. Bus.”

“Sure.”

“How cute is this shark!” you smile as you practically shove the shark plush in Megumi’s face. “I want it but—”

“Sure. Hurry up and decide while I go piss.” he sighs as he leaves you alone in the gift shop.

You become incredibly tense after you put down the shark. It was as soft as a cloud, but as the time draws nearer to 5pm, your nerves get the better of you. Where the hell is he? You linger outside the bathrooms for a little while, despite the fact it’s making you feel like a criminal, but he doesn’t appear.

The time hits 5:29 and you can’t help but wonder if he is back to his old tricks. Did he go to the bus alone and leave you stranded here?

You look out of a nearby window, and spot him standing across the road. A cigarette between his fingers on one hand and his phone to his ear in the other. Even from this distance you can practically see a vein bulging in his forehead. He’s yelling, furiously. He tosses his cigarette aside and continues talking as he walks back into the aquarium.

At that moment, your heart sinks.

Right as he walks inside, you see your class’ coach drive behind him and out of town. Fuck. You run faster than you ever have before, sprinting down the stairs and out of the building. You didn’t see Megumi, but you pick your phone up and begin to dial your lecturer again and again.

No answer.

You run back inside; searching each and every room to find Megumi again. In hindsight, it would have been a great idea to finally ask for his number while you were on the coach. He’s nowhere in sight, and you worry you’ll never find him at this rate. Should you wait outside for him? Stay in one room and hope that he finds you?

You rush outside into the torrential rain, tears streaming from your face. You aren’t sad, you’re stressed. You’re scared. Where is he? What the hell are you going to do? You’ve been left here and you’re stuck! How could they do this? How could your school just leave you here and not even try to get in touch?

“What are you doing out here?” Megumi asks, yet another cigarette latched between his teeth.

“Did you do this on purpose?” you accuse him, a dangerous scowl on your face telling him you aren’t playing around.

“I was just—” you cut him off as he raises a bag he’s holding in his hand.

“You knew we had to be back at the pick up site for 5pm. Look at the time! It’s gone, we’re stranded! What the fuck are we going to do?” you rant and rave as he continues to smoke casually.

“I don’t want to be stuck here in this weather with you. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Who were you on the phone to?”

“What?”

“I saw you from the window. Arguing. Was it Toji? Were you telling him your latest plan to make my life hell? No one can save me while we’re here. Haven’t you fucked my life up enough?” you begin to cry harder as the stress sets your mind into overdrive. Why did this have to happen to you? Why is he doing this?

“It wasn’t Toji. It’s none of your fucking business who I talk to on the phone.”

“But—”

“Shut up. Stop crying. Let’s go inside and figure out what we’re going to do.”

You suppose he has a point. Crying won’t solve anything, and maybe you were a little rash in accusing him. Not everything is about you. That’s what you’re sure he’s telling himself in his mind. That you’re a spoilt princess and making something about you which, in reality, didn’t have anything to do with you. It’s just an unfortunate circumstance that you missed the bus home. You need to figure out how to fix this.

You need to find a way home.

© 2022 fuwushiguro | © 2024 rinhaler

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Sunlight ||

Matt Murdock x GN!reader

Warnings: breakup angst, Matt sad, confused, and crying, 😭

I am working on WIPs but just bashed this out this afternoon, heh, sorry. 😔 Hope you enjoy and please reblog/comment on stuff you like, it makes me so happy, thank you so much! 💜

The morning is still cool, Matt's face is mostly covered with a veil of the morning shadow, the first visible curve of the sun only just starting to peek above the horizon as you sit on the roof together. You had both been up almost all night when you had said you wanted to talk to him, tell him you were going somewhere that he couldn't follow, out of the kitchen, out of New York. Out of the country entirely. And that you didn't want him to follow you, it wouldn't be fair on him.

The Devil ignored the pained sounds of his city only to listen to you break his heart. You had talked all night and he was in need of some air and space to process what you were saying.

You're asking him a question.

“Do you remember them, the sunrise and sunset?” you say softly, staring out over the twinkling grid of the city below.

It takes him a moment to answer, the silence between seeming to stretch on endlessly until he can swallow down the emotion and speak.

“Yeah, I think so. Sometimes it's hard to know if I'm really remembering how it was, or if my brain is just filling in the blanks.”

You take his hand in yours. How did you both end up here?

“Can I describe it to you?” you ask.

Matt tries his best to smile, to lie. Anything to make this easier.

“Please.” He says instead of anything else, instead of begging you to change your mind. He doesn't want to remember this sunrise, this beginning of the first day of many that he'll spend without you near. However much it hurts to hear your voice illustrate how the dark reds and purples are gradually giving way to burnt oranges, pale yellows, and lighter blues, how there are wispy trails of cloud scattered across the canvas of the wakening sky, he makes himself listen. Everything is ephemeral.

“I can’t decide if I like the sunrise or the sunset the most.” you quietly muse.

Matt only knows he prefers those days that were bookended by your presence. He vividly remembers the heat of the summer evenings and the sound of your laughter as he chased you around the apartment for a kiss after work, cold beers and cold fingers skating over warm skin and making you scream with the sudden shock of the contrast and then later, making you cry out his name for a different reason on the couch.

Or the simple taken-for-granted comfort of waking up on a fall morning with you right there beside him, pulling you closer and indulging himself by breathing in your scent and listening to the steady beat of your heart. He thinks about the future, the silence and emptiness that would fill the void left by you in his home. He doesn't know if he can stand it.

When you turn to look at him there's a glimmer from a tear hanging ready to fall from his lashes. All the beautiful colours of the sky reversed within its reflection before it rolled down his face. He had never expected to hear such clichéd words come from your lips - “it's not your fault” and “we just want different things” ring in his ears accompanied by the increasing noise of the waking city below. He never saw any of this coming. He wasn't looking for it, he thought you'd always be together. His guiding light. There was no warning, no noticeable change in your behaviour or the way in which you loved him.

And you had said that you still loved him. How could that make any sense when you were letting him go?

“You'll be alright, Matt. I know you.”

He sniffs, barely nodding at your attempt to comfort him. You did know him, and that's why he can't even try to persuade you not to leave. He couldn't stand to make you feel trapped and unhappy, but he was losing a limb, a piece of his soul. You were tearing yourself away and he could feel it physically hurt like a fresh, deep awful wound in his chest.

The strengthening heat of the sun's cheerful rays dilutes the warmth left on his skin from the touch of your hand. Already he mourns the memory of the softness of your cheek pressing against his, all traces of you fading fast as he hears the click of the front door closing. The sound of your heartbeat, one of the precious constants becoming more distant with every step as you walk away and take the sunlight out of his life.

#matt murdock angst #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x gn reader #oh no sad times 😔

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Most memorable items of clothing in bl series in 2023

In order of their airing/me watching them:

I'm thankful I've gotten into the habit of noting which shows I watch and when otherwise I wouldn’t be able to remember. As it is, first on my list is Bed Friend, which kind of sets the tone for this post since it features the best and the worst outfit choices for Uea. The waffle robes and cat ears vs the fake sleeves shirt.

Next is a quick shout out to Por in My School President, since the show started in 2022 but did finish in 2023, and basically all of his outfits. The man is a style icon. But this stripy polo shirt takes the biscuit for me. I need to have it.

On to Moonlight Chicken and this one is a combined effort between Heart and Li Ming. @telomeke prompted me to write a little about it, but essentially the two shirts together are saying 'you're my other half'. Urthe / Tomato sauce.

The Gloves! Need I say more? (Alright, for those of you who don't know - how could you not?! - they're from Chains of Heart).

And now not strictly an item of clothing but an accessory, the most straight ankle bracelet you'll ever see in a thai series. Totally platonic, not gay AT ALL. In Midnight Museum.

In July the different Thai production companies took stock of three versions of the same stripy linin shirt – the cream long-sleeved, the brown short-sleeved, and the charcoal short-sleeved - and proceeded to clad every actor they could in one of them within a three and a half month period (six shows*, eight different characters). We had couple-shirts with both Kawi and Pisaeng and Mew and Top wearing them, and Namneua in Wedding Plan wore all three. (*Step by Step, Be My Favourite, Hidden Agenda, Wedding Plan, Love in Translation, and Only Friends).

Staying in July for a while, and speaking of weddings, Kawi rocked on up to Pearmai and Not's wedding in Be My Favourite in this brown houndstooth shirt and black pants outfit - an almost exact replica of Ray's outfit in the original pilot trailer for Only Friends. I waited with baited breath to see if Ray would still wear the outfit in the actual series...and he did! Not only that, I then realised Uea had already worn it in Bed Friend earlier in the year.

In a surprising turn of events, Be My Favourite – and Krist – turned out to actually be Quite Good. Perhaps distracted by Krist's puppy eyes, we weren't entirely ready for the first appearance of the Dudes shirt – itself a wonderful comment on the narrative since Kawi was figuring out his feelings for Pisaeng – but it was a delight to see it again on Nick in Only Friends, and offering a different narrative comment.

This next one may only be notable for me, but when I was doing my dedicated scan through of oh so many shows to collect items for the communal wardrobe, I noticed this sand and grey sweater amongst the many other items of shared clothing which appeared in The Warp Effect and then very briefly on Pisaeng in Be My Favourite. Not long after, the trailer for Last Twilight dropped and I spotted it again immediately. I've also since noticed it in a speed scan of The Shipper. Not only do I think it's a pretty neat sweater, but I loved the effect it gave in Last Twilight, which I wrote about at the end of this post.

This is getting long but I'm going to keep going (this might be the only 2023 wrap up I do so I'ma make it count).

If you've been following me for a while (or since the BBS days), you’ll know how rabid I go when I see a pair of the yellow-soled Mustard brand shoes in a show. The most recent being in Hidden Agenda worn by Zo…but they're not the ones on this list. Oh no, it's Joke's blue-soled shoes which made me sit up and scream this time...meaning even their shoes were colour-coded in this show. Oh how I wish I could buy a pair of each.

There were many fabulous outfits in Laws of Attraction (especially Charn's) but Tanthai's green rope shirt wins out for me. Green seemed to be used in the show to represent the lies and secrets Tanthai was forced to keep because of his father, and he was metaphorically bound and trapped in these lies and his life. Ah perfection!

I've mentioned a lot of brilliant items but there have also been many awful ones, and the one I can't seem to stop thinking about (or horrifying over) is the Droopy Tits shirt (or Nipple Protector, whichever way you want to call it) which first appeared in Dangerous Romance and then The Jungle just three days later. I'm surprised we haven't seen it again to be honest, but I imagine if we get more spoiled rich kids we probably will.

These next two aren't specific items but more of a shout out to the whole wardrobe design of the shows.

First, Only Friends, with Mew and Ray's transformation to Ray and Sand's (respective) wardrobe choices, as well as the inversion of colours to highlight differences in relationships, and the use of colour-groupings to separate characters (<- a post i have yet to write). I wish I could write more about it…but life is just too busy to give it the time it needs.

The second is, of course, Ai Di and Chen Yi in Kiseki: Dear to Me with how they always share a colour in their different outfits. @respectthepetty details this perfectly here, so I don't need to. I am however still feral about these two and can't wait to do a full re-watch of the show.

And lastly, much like Baseball Mom in Bad Buddy two years ago (and to be honest many of Pat's other shirts), Aof recently gifted us another absolutely ridiculous but brilliantly poignant t-shirt slogan in Mhok's Fart Proudly shirt in Last Twilight, which I went into detail about here. Just A+

Thanks for sticking with me through all that! Any others that stood out for you or that I missed?

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[beelzieweelzie]

Luci helped them pick their animals long before they fell.

For Mammon, he had been feeling worthless because he struggled to remember the name of their fathers newer creations. Some of his kin had called him dumb as a bird. So, Lucifer showed him the Crow. They watched as it picked up a walnut and dropped it over and over again, Mammon only thinking it proved how stupid the bird was, only for the nut to crack and the bird to eat. He saw how smart the bird was and his big brother helped him offer the crow a little silver gem. The bird remembered them a few weeks later when they returned. Mammon didn’t stop talking about it for several months.

For Levi he had been scared of the long scaled thing that slid towards him at the beach. He had screamed and jumped into his brothers arm. Lucifer showed him the creature was scared too and that while it could be dangerous, it was also beautiful and smooth to the touch. Levi held the snake until they were called home.

Asmo had felt insecure. He was beautiful and often praised, but people didn’t believe him when he said he could fight and had a quick mind. Lucifer has shown him an in set that was small and unthreatening, but gorgeous isn’t he way it shone. The drop like point of its tail was beautiful, like a crown held above its head. He let the scorpion stab into his hand to show his brother how dangerous it truely was. Asmo collected hundreds of them in a desert oasis.

Beel had been thinking about how slow he was to pick things up. He wasn’t upset about it, just confused. Why did he not get jokes his kin made when ever one else did? Lucifer had shown him the fly, small but quick and near impossible to catch. Beel hadn’t understood, until his brother explained that it was so quick, because it saw everything slower and had much more time to react. Beel had also noted the similarities in their wings and felt a strong connection the small, thousand armies creature.

Belphie had felt too big. He like the little humans and wanted to be around them, but even if he was allowed, he would surely hurt them with his strength. Lucifer showed him cattle, a life force for humans, but something that loved to lay about in sunlight and rest it’s massive weight into soft green meadows. It was large and could hurt humans with ease, but instead it helped them by giving them things to fill their needs all while peacefully living along side them.

Lilith had felt like she was wrong in some way. She felt pretty and colourful, but it was like something deep inside her was just a little different. Her love for the humans only made it grow. Lucifer showed her the butterfly, a delicate insect with bright wings and small little bodies. Together they watched it go to feed on the dried blood of a passed rabbit. Lilith had laughed and claimed she loved it. She had sighed dreamily and whispered into the air of their home, “I wish father would create some of the creatures the humans think up. If I could create something living and be friends with it, I’d want to meet a unicorn!”

Lucifer unknowingly gave five of his brothers their animals, one he made on his own, one he had chosen for him.

#obey me #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me boys #seven deadly sins #obey me lilith #Satan is my fav unicorn #obey me angst

[little-annie]

The Chance of a Lifetime (with you)

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Steddie | 2k

Read on ao3 ⤵️

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Ever since graduating high school Steve's lived a mediocre life. Forced to quit his job at Family Video, forbidden from ever seeing Robin again, sent away to a business school in New York, hired to manage one of his father's firms and now being married off to one of his dads business partners daughters.

It's not the life he wanted. Ever.

He wanted happiness. Joy. Love. Robin Buckley. Eddie goddamn Munson.

But here he is, in a suit that fits too perfectly, its threads too fine and silk too smooth, standing across from a woman he hardly knows. Promising his future away to a stranger and forcing himself to look into her eyes.

If only it was a different set of brown eyes in front of him, glints of amber and the faintest shades of gold, then all of the struggles he's gone through to get here would be worth it.

Eddie would make it all worth it. Every struggle, every argument with his father, every stilted family dinner and late night in the office. Every tear shed and scream gone unheard. Every miserable moment of his life, God, Steve knows it'd be worth it.

But Eddie's not here.

Neither's Robin.

Steve remembers the last time he saw both of them.

Eddie with tears in his eyes on the front porch of the Harrington house.

Steve's memory of Robin, not much different. Though at least she got more of an explanation as to why he was leaving.

Eddie though? Steve couldn't bear telling Eddie why he was to be gone within the next 24 hours. He couldn't tell the man he loved that his father was moving him to New York to start a family of his own. Put down roots with a woman he didn't even know. That he was being moved to another state for what could easily be described as an arranged marriage he really didn't want to be part of. That, and to run a company for a man he struggled to ever call his father.

It's not like Steve had much of a choice. Family Video didn't pay enough to ever be able to save money and when he was forced to quit? Well, then Steve had nothing. He had his parents bank accounts to fall back on and the trust fund he was guaranteed upon marrying Clarissa.

So yeah, Steve broke Eddie's heart.

He shoved his hand behind the man's ribs and ripped the beating organ from his chest.

He wanted Eddie to hate him.

He wanted Eddie to look at every moment they spent together in the last few years and resent it. Feel as if it was a waste of time. That the words he had spoken to Steve had been a waste of breath and air. That every kiss and whispered I love you was fake.

It'd be easier that way. For Eddie at least.

Maybe he'd mourn their relationship, but he'd eventually move on.

Granted, that doesn't mean Steve ever did.

He spent mornings and nights in a loveless home, clinging to those very memories. Wishing they could come true again. But they were never anything more than memories, dreams, their colour and vividity fading with time.

He'd been with Clarissa for 2 years now.

He'd been with Eddie for longer.

But here Steve stands, hands clasped before him because his wife to be didn't want to take them in her own, chest aching for a man he knows he'll never see again and for a love he knows to be impossible to find more than once in a lifetime.

Maybe in the next he'll find Eddie again.

"Steven," comes a whisper from Steve's right, the catholic pastor his parents had hired on his behalf, "say I do."

"I do," Steve says as a reactionary response, feeling as if his knees will give out as the words leave his lips.

Clarissa repeats his words and like the robot he's felt to be for the last two years of his life, Steve kisses the bride when told to do so.

—

The evening carries on, Steve shakes hands and begrudgingly accepts congratulations.

He knows nobody here.

Loves nobody here.

Nor do they, him.

There's dinner and cake and speeches. His father and mother talk of him as if he was their golden child, lord knows they mean none of it. Clarissa's parents welcome him to the family, saying he'll be such a great addition and how they can't wait to have little Harrington's running around the mansion in no time. There's a best man speech, though Steve hardly knows the man who gives it.

The first dance comes along, and with a single tear shed, Steve realises this is the most he's been touched in months, maybe even years. Even though Clarissa's hands are cold where they wrap around the back of his neck, he can't help but sag into the feeling.

They dance, they kiss when the crowd around them rings their bells and when it comes time for the midnight lunch, Steve finally escapes for a smoke.

It's not something he does regularly, but the golden band that sits new and tight around his finger seems to be something that brings the need closer. So he lights up, leaning over the railing of the deck, letting the noise of the party and booming crowd fade into the background.

At least the night's beautiful. Crescent moon, shining stars and the slow dance of the northern lights in a late night sky.

It reminds him of Eddie.

It reminds him of night's spent on the roof of the Munson's trailer. Hands clasped together, lips moving as one. Steve remembers with a great fondness the night's they spent in their entirety up there. Tangled into quilted blankets, falling asleep in each other's arms and under the stars. God their backs hurt in the mornings, rigid from the cool hard metal below them. There'd been times they laid there until noon for only the fact that they couldn't move. But eventually giggles polluted the air between them and with shared kisses and muttered curses they'd make their way back into the trailer only to settle into Eddie's bed again or occasionally the couch.

Tobacco floods his lungs as Steve sucks in another breath and pretends to blame the tears running down his cheeks on the burn in his throat.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters to himself, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand before he leans more of his weight against the deck's stone railing. Gently and with silent tears, Steve allows his head to drop between his arms and settle on the cool stone under his forearms. It's refreshing at least.

After a while, nearly an hour, the late summer air finds Steve and kisses his cheeks until they turn ruddy, cool to the touch where his tears have stained.

The party is still raging and not once has someone come looking for him. Least of all, his wife.

Before him, when his gaze drifts just slightly upward, on the grounds of the estate they rented for the weekend, Steve notices a van, white and beat up, a logo for a plumbing company plastered to the side. It's parked in the grass, somewhere Steve's sure it's not supposed to be, but he can't bring himself to care in the slightest. Good, he thinks, maybe he should tell them to rut it up when they leave.

But then he hears a voice.

One that's so familiar Steve feels as if he's lost his mind. One he never thought he'd hear again.

But it's probably just wishful thinking.

Eddie has no reason to be here.

He doesn't know Steve's here. He doesn't know Steve's getting married.

But then he hears it again in the same instant he sees a dark head of hair ducking into the open back doors of the van.

"Eddie?" Steve whispers, hardly loud enough for even himself to hear.

He can't imagine why the man would be here. How he could be right here.

Steve continues to watch the man before him. Still unbelieving that it's Eddie standing no more than twenty feet away.

But it is.

So much so is proven to be true when the man himself turns around and their eyes meet.

Steve can see his name whispered on Eddie's lips, just how Eddie's had been on his own.

"Eddie," Steve calls louder, heart all of a sudden thundering and full of hope for the first time in years.

Steve's running before he knows it, down the stairs of the stone deck, feet carrying him into the arms of the man he's never once stopped loving.

It's a crash, solid and firm and so tight in an instant as arms wrap around his waist and a nose buries into his shoulder. It feels like home. Warm and welcoming. There's a wet sob against the pristine white of his shirt and Steve can't help but join, a breath shuddering from his lungs when arms tighten impossibly more around his centre.

"I'm so sorry," Steve manages to shake out, "E-Eddie, I'm so sorry. I miss you so much. Ed's, please, I'm so-"

"Steve," Eddie breathes, no ounce of malice in his words as he cuts Steve's apology and begging short. "Sweetheart," he says and it sounds so much like love Steve can't help but sob again.

With a hand to Steve's cheek, Eddie breaks them apart, but only slightly, pressing their foreheads together as they breathe. Steve can't even manage words, he's so relieved, so exhausted and confused and overwhelmed.

But Eddie manages between short breaths just fine, "Robin told me everything." Pressing their noses together, Eddie continues, "Sweetheart, we're okay. We're more than okay. I just want you. "

This close Steve can finally see those brown eyes, amber and gold, reflecting the moonlight and echoing the memories and love of their past.

He can feel Eddie's breath on his lips, warm, tainted with the spice of cinnamon gum. Steve wants nothing more than to taste it.

So he does. He closes the space between them without question, without worry, without a single thought in his mind that isn't Eddie.

They move in sync, like Steve never left, like their love never faded, like the years that have passed haven't made a difference between the two of them.

Eddie's hair is soft where Steve's fingers card into it, curls wrapping around his fingerprints as he pulls the man nearer. A soft gasp falling between their lips, Eddie pulls Steve impossibly closer, strong hands on his waist, the warmth of his palms bleeding through Steve's white shirt and to his long gone untouched skin.

Steve doesn't want to leave. He wishes he could stay in Eddie's grasp forever, meld into one with the man he loves and never leave. They could run away, build a life for the two of them somewhere far away and never have to see any of those awful people inside ever again. Not Steve's parents, not his coworkers or his wife or any of those people who know absolutely nothing about him. Maybe another town, another state, another country, anywhere. They could run anywhere. Together.

He's about to say as much when a voice calls his name from above. "Steven," his wife's voice breaks the calmness of the air, sending a jolt through Steve's spine and a tremor through his heart.

Not now

Their lips break apart, but that's it, Eddie's grip never shifts and all Steve can manage is to bury his head in Eddie's shoulder and inhale, trying to hide from the world and his apparent new wife.

"Make her go away," Steve whispers, voice more pleading than he intends it to be.

But then suddenly, Eddie's voice bellows next to him, "I think I saw him head back inside a minute ago!"

The door shuts before Eddie can even finish his sentence and for a moment, all Eddie does is hold Steve close. But then, just like he was reading Steve's mind, Eddie asks, "Come with me?"

And so Steve does.

A kiss to the lips, a wedding ring dropped to the ground, he does.

He gets in Eddie's van and takes the man's hands in his own and it's easy. It's easy and it's right and it's warm and it feels like home. It feels like love. It feels like the chance of a lifetime.

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#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #steddie fandom #eddie x steve #steddie #steddie fic #this shit made me cry yall

[delicatebluebirdruins]

Lockwood and Co. show notes

the parts in different colours are important (link to part 2) and my thoughts on the first two books.

episode one

love the opening shots on their gear before we see them

his smirk. music in the kitchen is so nice.

the angry biscuit munch.

the only other person who calls Lucy "Luce" is Norrie I think.

I love how we get to see the past and care about Lucy leaving. (although I would have loved it if we had reference to Lucy's sisters as well there could be a huge age difference between the two or something)

So with Ghost Touch being a bigger deal in the show makes a lot of sense because it is a medical emergency and in the books we do see people die from this and of course people ending up in a coma makes it a little more interesting because coma and it could be explained by who has Talents? Joe explain yourself.

love the fail montage (funny thing I was reading Hollow Boy at this point and shoved my book pouch to the side to show Lockwood and sister picked it up and compared the illustration to show Lockwood and just wondered at it)

biscuit cronch and say hi to the skull. Love how gleeful George was about the gunshots

I love the way Ruby Stokes said "no" in response to the Beck question

Lucy wanna fight. tour music is great and i love the framed newspaper.

love the little skip at the bottom of the stairs

little smile over the unlocking of the door.

Lockwood's face when she asked him about the advert. love how earnest he is

Lockwoods fighting is so good. That picture frame is so well made

love the entire exchange of Lockwood taunting the ghost

hugs and jump

episode two

i love this bit floating inbetween bit

Lockwood's "my partner" and her reaction to calling him that is so funny (so is the nurses's)

I love the Annie theme

I love the argument.

the smile when he comes in "unicorns or rainbows" George internally is 100% going "oh Lucy yells at me but she's not going to yell at him"

"it's our USP" Earnest Lockwood is favourite

was the hand grab needed to wake Lockwood up?

I wanna set tour so bad

I love the fight... I love the little birds on the window

Goerge loves a mystery. Hand flex and smile. I love communing with Annie (lost in translation "my lord")

"by firing Lucy Carlyle" i love Lockwoods worry at Barnes asking to get rid of Lucy

amazing deduction no other possible person playing hamlet.

"you need a ladder" love this line

love this bonding session with George although the question "dreamed of coming to London with" feels like there should have been an interaction before?

George calling out Lockwood for naming Lucy in the news (and Lucy eavesdropping)

love the training session

Barnes is a little shit and I love him though something needed to be done to set this scene up better

I love this bit between Lockwood and Lucy its so well acted and i love the music

love this fight and swong (a forest by the cure) sword chains and umbrella

I love their reactions to revealing the necklace and the censorship.

episode three

i love the delivery of "see a man about a ghost"

why so intense an eye contact in the elevator? (sister is wondering where they found the silvertongue to get Lockwood out of the book whilst holding Hollow Boy again)

how loud are Lockwood and George yelling?

I want to know all about Ellie

missing scene: how they find their house after DEPRAC breaks in the door (+ what DEPRAC finds)

love the delivery of "looks like blood"

thoughts: should have put the screaming in the screaming staircase (the chanting works but when we hear the word screaming we think of screaming)

like that the both save her from the well

love the sparkles as the grenade goes down the well

the goggles are great. I love the show of Annie's ring flying through the air as her ghost emerges.

love Penelopes coat

and Lockwoods ring (sister: love George's sticky fingers when he gets displeased)

missing scene: when did the certificate come up? he mentioned it happend in the van but how would that have happened without Lucy noticing?

episode four

the glass on the side was that warm Ribena but you know no longer warm? who wrote the notes?

love the little fish thing in the kitchen

I adore this exchange and George's "you good Lockwood?"

"do you remember us carrying you?" always have this in my mind "to me to you to me to you" but I must wonder how they carried her there is a few stairs between the basement and the attic

again love this bit and hype up Lucy time.

Flo reference

where's the uniform? considering how annoying the three are good thing there is no way to identify them properly? or nah? also the discreet part will never not be hilarious

"no backbone" love that coming from the older man who can't see ghosts and has to rely on kids then to say that about them

Lockwood "I'll protect you" show (not sure where I was in the Hollow Boy at this point but "come off it Luce you know I'd die for you" pipeline)

the bone glass design is really nice. I love how taken aback Lockwood as seeing the bullet wound

Bickerstaff looking imposing was something they did well. and the music when Lucy springs to action (after having a startling realisation)

I love this bit with the skull how soft it says "oh you can hear me"

Love George and his delivery of "is it talking to you know?" is so funny.

missing moment: "would never bollock [lucy] like this" feels like there is a lot more context there

also imagine if at the end of the fight (just so Lockwood barely hears it) Lucy mutters to herself "should be used to people not listening to me" and it comes up much later (angst what can i say)

cosy quilt. and love this little moment of Lockwood approaching the landing door and touching it then nodding

this would have been a great time for her to bring up Jacobs/ her mum but Lockwood needed his moment to share a little of his pain as well so I'm not mad. also the focus on their hands is so cute.

"I'm not sure what i should" Lmao Lockwood

I wonder what George would have said if he were there?

How long was Barnes standing there and George being startled is so funny.

love this little contest between Bobby and George

I love Barnes telling the two groups to back each other up and in the last episode they finally do it

love the delivery of "walking appendix"

random funny thing: "not filling out more forms" why is that lockwood? hmm... also in the credits there are listings for the ghost performers but i didn't get a chance to properly look

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #if this is a ramble then i apologise i do that a lot #locklyle #eta the link for the first two books post #hopefully the one person who reblogged doesn't mind

[robin-3]

"Pipsqueak"

Tsukishima x Short (Gender Neutral) Reader

Word Count: to be confirmed.

WARNINGS : Swearing (obviously this is a fluff so umm yeah those who like lots of gory stuff feel free to request I guess)

!PROOF READ!

Background: You were always rather intelligent, until you got into art and painting. Instead of writing to convey your erratic emotions, you'd grab a canvas, paint and a paintbrush and get to work. Your older brother Kotaro Bokuto always said you should research to find out what nearby High schools had an amazing art course. And so you did. And you did find a school with an amazing art course. So you transferred to... Karasuno High School! On your first day though, things did not quite go to plan...

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(The day you and your brother Kotaro Bokuto found out you were going to go to Karasuno High)

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"TARO WAKE UP!!!!!"

"WHAAAAAAAT?!?!" Kotaro yelled, throwing his pillow at your face angrily. "I got the message from Karasuno... Do you want to come and see if I can transfer?" You asked excitedly.

"...You...you haven't opened the message yet?"

"No...?"

Just as you said that, your older sprung out of his bed and rocketed down the stairs to your open laptop. You couldn't do anything, it was too late, your older brother was going to find out before you...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" An insanely high pitched scream came from the living room where your desk was. You nearly fell down the staircase but once you'd made it to your desk that Kotaro was practically worshipping... You saw it...

"CONGRATULATIONS!

Dear Y/N,

We are pleased to say that Karasuno High School would love to have you here.

See you next term!

Karasuno High School."

You stared wide eyed at the bright screen while your brother jumped up and down. Suddenly you heard a wine. "What's up with you now?" You asked gently, but cursing in your mind because you knew this was... Kotaro's Emo mode.

"YoU'rE gOiNg To LeAvE mE?!" He said, tears streaming down his face.

You'd already had enough so you simply and angri-... nicely stated,

"You dumbass I'm still going to see you every single fucking day!"

"OH YEAH!!!" He exclaimed, sending his signature wide grin your way.

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(On your first day)

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You woke up early to the sound of your alarm. You did your usual routine, take a shower, get dressed, brush teeth, e.t.c. The only difference was that you weren't walking like you normally would, you got your bags and headphones, got your fablrite playlist going (listen to your fav pkaylist for a better experience 🤪), then hopped on a bus that was heading in the direction of Karasuno High.

After what felt like forever due to the "first day" nerves, the bus grinded to a halt and you gingerly stepped off it. The fresh air of a new place swam through your hair. You hugged some of your recent and unfinished pieces of work against your chest.

When you got to the school you took in your surroundings, all the colours and shapes. As an artist, you saw everything in a different way to everyone. You always tried to appreciate the little things in life.

As you were swiftly walking to the Principal's office to collect your time table. Something was in your way. A tall wall... with blond hair?! Oh my god it's a guy, you thought. Forgetting you were still moving. You ended up slamming your body straight into him.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!"

"Watch where you're going next time Pipsqueak."

That comment made your blood boil.

"Huh? What did you just call me?!"

"I called you Pipsqueak... what are you, deaf?"

"You asshole! Who the hell do you think you are calling me a Pipsqueak?!" You asked angrily.

He looked down at you, he really did tower above your tiny figure. Admittedly this boy was quite cute, how his hair puffed up when he got angry, how he'd have to push his glasses up after looking down at you, how he'd storm off, disappearing in an instant.

Wait what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you thinking these things? You LITERALLY just met him. AND He LITERALLY just insulted you and your height.

You brushed it off and assumed you'd never see him again...

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(In the Principal's office)

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Soooo... remember how you assumed you'd never see him again? Yeah, no.

Sitting in a chair at the table was a tall blond, he turned around to look at you. The things that went through your mind were insane, you would be expelled if it weren't for the the years of experience your brother gave you in restraint.

"So, Tsukishima this is Y/N Bokuto. Y/N this is Kei Tsukishima." Said your new Principal, who you now will be holding a grudge against for the next 3 years.

"So you're Tsukishima." You stated with a hint of murder in your voice.

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(At the end of the day)

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The bell rang announcing the end of the day. You started walking out of your art classroom covered in paint. You had an interesting assignment, to paint how you feel in that exact moment. That ended with you aggressively throwing paint at your canvas.

You're teacher was impressed with your work... but laughed at your very very colourful face. She instructed you to go to the storage room and find the towels, so you did.

Once you got there, you saw that there weren't any. You went back to your classroom and told your teacher. The look on her face was priceless.

"It's always those Volleyball boys stealing all the towels..." She said, clearly irritated.

"It's not a problem at all don't worry. My older brother plays Volleyball so I understand. I can just go to the gym and borrow one of their spares."

"Alright." She said. You bowed and left the room in silence.

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(Outside the gym)

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The sound of shoes squeaking on the gymnasium floor echoed outside as you strutted towards the door. You knocked and opened it, but just as you walked in, a ball came flying your way. Your fist instinct was to dodge it, but instead you dropped you bags and received the ball like your brother taught you to.

All the boys stared open mouthed at you. While a silver haired 3rd year ran up to you asking if you were okay like a worried mother.

"Oh my god are you OK?"

"Oh yeah I'm totally fine, I need to thank my older brother Kotaro for teaching me that!" You chuckled lightly.

You scanned the room only to find your eyes being drawn to a certain tall blond.

"YOU AGAIN?!" You yelled angrily.

"Of course it's you." Tsukishima stated, massaging his temples in annoyance.

"Tsukishima how do you know this pretty student?" A tangerine haired boy exclaimed.

"He was in my way..." You mumbled bitterly.

The silver haired boy asked if you were OK one more time, then he asked if you needed anything. You quickly explained what happened and asked for a towel. He quickly ran up to a raven haired girl and she elegantly walked up to you, handed you a towel and introduced each of the boys while the team started practicing again.

"Thanks Kiyoko Senpai."

"Just call me Kiyoko."

"Oh. Alright then Kiyoko. I'll be on my way. Good bye everyone!" You exclaimed, and then realised the time and started running to the bus stop hoping the last bus if the day would still be there.

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(At the bus stop)

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It had started raining, you were sprinting down the path, praying that the bus would still be there. Unfortunately, when you got there, the bus had just left and you were stuck in dark and the middle of nowhere, your phone about to die, and in the cold and wet.

You sat down on the floor and started cursing under your breath. You just wished someone you knew would show up, anyone you don't care. You looked up at the stars and prayed for someone to help you.

"What the hell are you doing?" A familiar voice said.

You turned your head slowly to see the last person you wanted to be around. You took back every desperate prayer.

"Of course it's you again Tsukishima. I missed the last bus of the day, so I'm stuck here. Enjoy laughing at me" You said, feeling helpless while tears of anger and frustration started to form in your eyes.

Suddenly you felt him carefully put a jacket around your shoulder. He helped you get up and he started walking in a random direction. You started panicking a little thinking you were going to be kidnapped.

"Don't worry, I'm taking you to my house. Even though I don't like you I'm not the type to leave someone on the streets over night in the rain."

After he told you that, Tsukishima wrapped his arm around your waist and kept you close the rest of the way to his house. You were both silent the entire way.

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(At Tsukishima's house, p.s. was researching and lost the entirety of the second half of this story :( AHHHHHH)

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When the two of you got to his house, the rain had really started pouring down. You had this uncomfortable worried look on your face that he didn't quite understand the origin of. You could quickly tell what Tsukishima's thoughts were (you goddamn mind reader😒).

"I'm worried about my older brother. He'll probably be freaking out, especially in this weather. But my phone is out of battery so theres nothing I can do." You explained quickly.

Tsukishima took a tiny moment to think, then quickly dug his hands into his bag looking for something. After less that two seconds, he pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and stretched out his long, muscular arm.

You gave him the, "SERIOUSLY?!" look. Tsukishima gestured for you to take it, and so you did. Your tiny hands quickly dialed in the house number. The tall blond ushered you towards the couch, trying to tell you to sit down.

Once you had gotten comfortable, you pressed the call button, and waited, and waited, and waited. It felt like a lifetime before someone picked up the other end of the line answering with an extremely erratic, "Hello?"

You instantly knew who it was,

"Hey Akashi it's me Y/N! I'm so so sorry I missed my bus and then my phone ran out of battery. Is Kotaro OK?"

"Ummm... So here's the thing... Bokuto is in his room cry-... hiding under his blankets and refusing to come out..." He croaked quietly in fear of the vicious owl.

You had an idea. Hehehe 👹😈

"KOTARO!!!!!!!!!!!" You screamed down the line. Akashi's ear drums definitely burst and was now bleeding on the floor. (Sorry Akashi!!!)

Tsukishima covered his ears and sent a deadly glare at you. This was followed by multiple bangs that progressively got louder and louder until...

"BABY OWL IS THAT YOU!!!?!?!?!"

"Hey Taro! I'm going to have to go in a minu-"

"DID THAT MEAN BLONDE BEANSTALK THAT YOU TEXTED ME ABOUT KIDNAP YOU?!"

You snickered at the blonde male sitting next to you but stopped instantly when his eyes turned a menacing red.

"...no. But you should be VERY greatful because he SAVED me from mOtHeR nAtUrE. Akashi will explain what happened but I'm not using my own phone right now so to save battery I'm going to go OK?"

"HAAAAH! YOU'RE NOT LEAVI-"

"Sorryiloveyou!!!!" You quickly said and hung up.

You sat back at exhaled deeply. "Hey umm... So despite my initial reaction to you. I'd actually like to be your friend..."

"Fine."

Hold on! Was it going to be that easy?

Just kidding. 🤡

"On one condition."

"FiNe!!!!"

"Let me keep calling you Pipsqueak."

You sat and thought for a second.

"Alright deal!"

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(7 months later)

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It had nearly been a year.

But each day you spent with your wonderful beanstalk, the closer you became. After a month he gave you head pats. After 2 months he gave you hugs. After 3 month you had fell for him so damn hard. After 4 months you'd both have sleep overs. After 5 months he'd let you call him Tsukki. After 6 months he started buying you art supplies (which is literally every artist dream, or at least mine hehe). And after 7 months your brother accepted him. (Lol)

You had obviously caught feelings for him by now. Fortunately for you, Tsukishima's birthday was coming up. So you put your art skills to the test and painted a picture of you both at a beach.

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(27th September, Tsukishima's Birthday, at a newly opened cat café)

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The soft meows of cats and kittens filled the atmosphere with joy and sweetness. Aromas of strawberries chocolate and more filled the small café. You took in all the shapes and colours of this new place. Pink walls, wooden floor planks, vintage table and more. You walked in to find your best friend sitting by a table, absolutely covered in confetti and birthday badges. He had onne tiny party hat sat atop his head.

"Awww look at you! All dressed up for your special day. I hope the team wasn't to hard on you. HAHAHA! IS THAT A PARTY HAT!?"

"Shush you stupid Pipsqueak! They forced me to wear it. If they found out I wasn't they'd tell you one of my biggest sec-... nevermind."

He gently sighed and gestured for you to sit next to him, and so you did. Your knees trembled a bit as you tightly held your gift in your lap.

To your suprise a soft little ginger kitten jumped onto the table and sat right in front of you. Your heart melted at the sight of this.

"Oh my god.... Look how cute Tsukki!" Excitedly you picked it up and held it close. The smile on your face made him blush so hard but luckily for him you were too obsessed with the kitten to notice.

"Tsukki look!" You pointed at a big fluffy cat that had jumped onto his lap. His lips curled up into a soft smile. At that very moment you knew that today was your only chance. You had to take it.

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(After having your drinks and playing with cats and kittens. It was now 21.30)

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"Hey Tsukki. So you know how I do art and all?"

"Yeah... What about it Y/N?"

You picked up the neatly wrapped present and handed it to him gingerly.

"I decided to do a painting... I hope you like it. Oh and there's a note on the back."

Tsukishima looked at you and then at the gift. He carefully picked it up and tore away the wrapping paper. Your heart was pounding like a drum.

Inside was a beautifully painted picture of you and him at the beach smiling so brightly. In the background was Suga talking to Daichi, while Tanaka and Nishinoya were having a dog fight. And as usual, Hinata and Kageyama were bickering. God they're annoying.

Tsukishima then turned it around to find a note stuck to the back with these words written:

"Everyday is perfect, because you are there.

Here with me is where you belong, for now until the end of time.

Will you be mine?

From your favorite Pipsqueak <3"

His cheeks grew redder and redder. Oh no does he not feel the same way.

You blurted out and said, "Tsukki I really really like you. You had to know and I'm so so sorry. I know this is going to ruin our friendship but I just needed you to know how I felt. I know you probably don't feel the sa-...hmm????"

His lips met yours. Cutting you off. Your instinct told you to protest after he shut you up with a kiss. But your heart won.

His long harm snaked around your waist while your small hands cupped his cheek and gently caressed it. God you loved the way he'd pull you close.

You both pulled away for air, and stared into eachother's eyes lovingly, you started giggling a little which made him grin at you.

"I really really like you too. How didn't you notice Pipsqueak? Everytime I told you that you still looked pretty, even though you were covered from head to toe in paint."

"Oh damn... Can I ask then? How long has it been like this?"

"After 3 months I had fallen for you so damn hard Y/N."

Your heart fluttered at his sweet words.

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(2 months after you both started dating <3)

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You're boyfriend Tsukishima started telling you that you should try to find out what Colleges had an amazing art course. And so you did. And you did find a College with an amazing art course. The only problem this time, was that it wasn't nearby. Despite this, Tsukki was super supportive and told you to apply anyway. And so you did.

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(On the day the acceptance letters come out!)

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Tsukishima slept over at your house the night before so he could be there when you find out if you got in or not. You were up before everyone sitting at your desk, stress doodling. When you suddenly got a notification.

This time you didn't wait. You opened the letter and it read:

"CONGRATULATIONS!

Dear Y/N,

We are pleased to say that a place at our prestigious college in Italy has a special place for you and all your talent.

Our specialised teachers are excited to meet and work with you!

Hope to see you after the end of your high school experience!

*whatever name* College."

You sat there. And then you screamed at the top of your lungs and started crying.

"I GOT IN!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA!" You started laughing as Kotaro and Tsukki came racing down the stairs.

"nO wAy YoU'rE lEaViNg Me AgAiN?!"

"No she's not Bokuto, not for anytime soon at least."

Tsukishima quickly walked over to you and pulled you into a hug and twirled you around. This was the life you had always wanted.

A supportive older brother. And an extremely loving boyfriend. And your future set and bright.

The End <3

Thank you for reading my lovely supporters!!!

#tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #enemies to lovers #fluff #anime and manga #gender neutral reader #cute #haikyuu

[celestial-sapphicss]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme! (created by @fiercynn)

tagged by beloveds @nobodynobodyno & @cornflowershade & @solana-ceae thank you for tagging me this was so much fun! 🌹💖

note: i consider "fanworks" to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

im vi! i'm queer, 23, born & living in India, but brought up in south-east asia!

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

i saw the show as it aired but i joined the fandom (and tumblr) around ep3!

favorite ship(s)

PatPran (duh!), but also InkPa because they're such a good pair like how Pa is a badass but around Ink she just melts and gigges (both the jundapat siblings are the same skskks)

favorite character(s)

Pran. he is me, i am him. he is a feral, musky scented hoe and i love him.

favorite episode(s)

episode 4! first we got ink and pa projecting her crush pn pat! then we saw pran AND A LOT OF PINING AND JEALOUSY. my boy had gotten his hopes up and then absolutely shattered. we got "only i can have these super cute dimples" & "if you were ink, would you like me?" and that absolutely heartbreaking last scene <3

favorite scene(s) 

i mean there's the obvious ep5 4/4 fight followed by the best kiss in cinematic history. but also pat in the music shop discovering that he likes pran. and pat shouting his love to pran in the architecture faculty. and pat and pran's scene in the corridor with the guitar. and inkpa hotpot date and the photography room scene. the entire episode 8 & 11 (im cheating ik). i will keep on listing all the scenes if i don't stop.

one thing you would change about the show if you could

i wish there was just one discussion about wai being a dick to pran in ep8/9. like i wouldn't change what happened but like after all the dust had settled and all the friends were ok with patpran, i hope there was a discussion or even a mention of that wai apologised to pran somewhere behind the scenes and pran mentioned this to pat. (and i'm not sure if os2 counts but i would most def change ep3 of the crossover where they are just getting lost and screaming each others' names again and again sksksks)

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people

this is very unfair ok i love them all but here are a few

i'll just link all the fics here & the post i made about it some time back! (special mention to a soft boy in soft sweaters by @dimplesandfierceeyes)

the entire @badbuddyingifs blog

fanarts by @hereforlou (x) & @architectxengineer (x)

bad buddy costume colour theories by @dribs-and-drabbles

InkPa edits:

this edit by @pranink

this one by @akingyouniverse

episode 7 by @mantrisanu

developer stopper fixer by @oswlld

darkroom confessions by @forcebook

just the way you are by @snimeat

another darkroom edit by @chinzillas

FMVs

iris fmv by @prantically

enchanted fmv by @thranduel

patpran x zara zara fanvid by @prany

Quotes & Stuff

this cursed (affectionate set) by @guntapon

this quote that makes me cry everytime by @machikeita

yet another one of my fav quotes by @nanons

when we were younger by @alexshenry

you'll never be friends by @taeminie

myth by @tipsyjaehyun

love story by @fourthnattawat

another one by @freensrcha

v. imp kissing patpran set by @patspran

already home by @sunsetandthemoon

pran's life anthem by @morkofday

Character & Dynamics

pat-ink edit by @pranpats

pat saying ma ni by @casualavocados

best boy pat edit by @louwilliam

feral musky scented hoe pran by @seanwhites

best siblings by @ardentlytess

ink by @angelbesideme

Misc

page to screen series by @actually-yikes

inspired movie posters by @nanonkorapat

bad buddy rewatch series by @baifengxis

bbs2 by @dimpledpran

concept sets by @i-got-the-feels

episode 7 edit by @ayan-sukkhapisit

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

i did make some edits but my favourite one is the PatPran x Bollywood edit!

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

well obviously same page? by tilly birds. but also way too many taylor swift songs (seven, labrynth, gold rush, our song, the 1, betty, i think he knows, daylight, the great war, mine, enchanted), sleepwalker by julie byrne is so pran coded, home by reese lansangan, straberries & ciggarettes by troye sivan, i'm yours by alessia cara, doors by ben&ben etc. etc.

idk anything else you want us to know?

cursing your feed with this

tagging everyone i tagged above! (if you want) <3

#bad buddy #tag game #i know this is a long post I AM SORRY FOR SPAMMING Y'ALL #i will never not be normal about this show #it took me 10+ hours to make this ksksksks #i had to force myself to stick for just one set per blog IT WAS HELL

[more-than-fluff]

Touch ft Jungkook

Jungkook x Y/N

Summary - You visit your friend Jungkook after what feels like forever and a night in the club resurfaces old feelings between the two of you.

You had been friends with Jungkook for a few years at this point. You had met when travelling, bumped into him, and just started talking. Since then, he's become one of the most famous people in the world, and you've watched from the sidelines.

BTS were on a break since Jin had enlisted, so you decided it was a good time to travel to see you best friend.

The plane landed, and you were surrounded by the oh so familiar scenery that you loved. Stepping off the plane, the air greeted you like an old friend. The airport walk through was nice and easy. You don't take your time in moments like these as you know who's waiting for you outside. Of course, he couldn't stand in departures holding a massive, embarrassing sign. As much as you would've loved to see that. Instead, you walked outside and saw that car. His car.

A familiar figure was leaning on the hood, checking his phone for flight updates before he looked up and caught a glimpse of you. You both beamed with excitement, and you ran over to him, annoying many cars in the process as that involved running through a road, but you honestly couldn't a thing when he was in your sight.

"Y/N!!!!" He screamed as you ran into his arms. Picking you up and twirling you around.

This has probably been the longest you two have been apart. Normally, a few months would pass between visits, but this time, it was years. BTS had gotten so popular and so busy that they didn't really get a break in so long. But that only made you happy for them.

After what felt like forever, he put you down and just wanted to look at your face. You noticed his hair had gotten longer. You loved it. His arm had gotten a lot more colourful, but again, you loved it all.

"I've missed you so much Kook." You said, out of breath from the twirling and squealing of excitement.

"You have no idea, Butterfly."

Remever the song, 'Butterfly?' Yeah, since that was released, that's all Jungkook would call me. He kept saying it was a joke and had nothing to do with the lyrics of the song. But me being a romantic wished it had.

The gentleman he was, he opened the car door for me and before we knew it we were on route to his amazing apartment. I had only seen it through video calls and photos, so I was really looking forward to seeing it. It only meant that it was just going to be me and Jungkook for the night. Why am I so nervous?

He parked up in his designated space, walking to the elevator. The conversation never ended. Contact back and forth of me talking about graduating and my career now to world tours and new albums. Jungkook always found a way to never make my life look any less important than his. That's one thing I loved about him.

Walking into his home, I was left speechless, ceiling tall windows, many rooms to explore, a lot of mattresses which did confuse me a little, but I guess he went for comfort over aesthetic. I returned to the kitchen and he was making a coffee and him and I, we share very similar food and drinks likes and dislikes. It just made life easier when we were together I guess.

"Kook I love it here. You should be so proud of everything."

He laughed as he finished making drinks.

"I guess it's okay, but so much better now that you're here. You kept saying you were dying to put the Y/N touch into here."

He handed me my coffee as I examined the kitchen a little more, seeing where I could improve this place.

"You know what Kook, I don't think u could make this place anymore beautiful than what it is now."

He chuckled again, making me a little confused, especially when he looked up at me with an expression I hadn't really seen from him before. His eyes were different. Maybe it was just the lighting, but his pupils had invaded his eyes, complete darkness.

"I'm sure you'll find something Y/N."

As soon as he finished his sentence he was back to normal Jungkook, joking around and finding ways to make me laugh.

That night, he had planned for us to go out for drinks and maybe food as he phrased it. Obviously, the other boys had heard of my coming and tonight's arrangements and possibly without Jungkooks permission invites themselves.

When arriving at the first club, there were five other boys stood out front. The first I heard was Jimin as he turned.

"Y/N! Its Y/N guys!!"

They all turned, two ran towards me d the other three stood in patience. Tae and Jimin pretty much engulfed me in a hug between the two of them saying words of love and how much they missed me. Jungkook had to basically rip them off me.

"She can't breathe guys, honestly,"

The two boys laughed at his statement.

"Getting jealous?" Tae said, causing them both to laugh.

I laughed in return and was then greeted by Namjoon, Hobi, and Yoongi. All in the same way, a hug and words exchanged about the usual thing, how was the journey here? Has Jungkook behaved? Of course, I had to answer in a way that could get Jungkook into trouble, but what are friends for?

"I mean, he almost got me ran over when I came out of the airport, but other than that, he's been an angel."

Everybody laughed, including Jungkook this time as he nudged my arm in return before stating.

"Come on guys, let's just head in, Y/N's gonna freeze if we stay put here any longer."

With that, we all headed into this possibly exclusive club as we entered the doors. The bouncers let us straight in with no words exchanged, just a simple nod of the head. I'm not used to VIP treatment, but hey, I might get used to it.

The night went by so quickly. One drink became two, become a number I couldn't calculate any longer. I wasn't drunk, but I definitely wasn't sober anymore.

In the middle of the dance floor, I'm just feeling the music. I couldn't feel my legs anymore. The beat was carrying them. Time was pretty much non existence, it could've been 5 minutes or 5 hours, but I had lost it all when it came to tonight.

Jungkook came over looking somewhat concerned. Shouting over the music.

"Y/N, come on, we should go now. You've had maybe a little too much to drink. I don't blame you, I blame the two who had to go early."

Tae and Jimin had bought us three rounds of shots, I had done two. The rest of the group only did one, so the boys took it upon themselves to finish them all. Basically buying them a ticket home.

Jungkook wasn't sober either, but he probably had more sense than I did.

"But Kookie, I love this song. You can't make me leave when this is played."

I started dancing again. No one can make me leave when this song plays, not even in a coffee shop.

"Fine, I'll wait by the door. I want you there as soon as this finishes."

I give him a stern look.

"Kook you have not danced with me once, join me!"

I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me. He was close, very close. But I just danced, looking at him to dance with he. He let out a groan and eventually started to move. We were dancing together, I loved it. My hips swayed, arms in the air, but this time they landed on Jungkooks shoulders. We were dancing, he looked me in my eyes and those dangerous eyes of his returned, all black.

Suddenly the whole club disappeared and it was just us two. I couldn't read his mind, and I sure as hell hoped he couldn't read mine as I could've sworn his stare dipped to my lips for a split second. It's got to be the alcohol. He got closer and I couldn't help but bring myself to him, we were so close. Our lips barely lingered before a huge thump came out way and separated us. A group of girls partying, typical.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the door.

"We're going home." The only words he said.

Sat in the taxi, nothing was said between us. My mind was racing. Did we actually almost kiss? I mean, I had a crush on him, but surely it was nothing but a bit of play in my mind. He would never think the same.

Walking into the apartment, sloppy feet from me, but Jungkook was so steady he practically looked sober. He made me a drink of water in the kitchen and called me over.

"Drink Y/N" He basically commanded me, but I was in no state to argue.

I drank the glass in seconds and as I put it down, Kook grabbed it and filled it once more. He seemed agitated. I had made him angry.

"I'm sorry." I said head dipped. "I never should've made you dance with me. We should be just gone when you said so. I ruined things between us."

He stepped towards me. "Y/N." He said, but I didn't have the courage to raise my head and look. "Butterfly look at me." His voice had calmed. He hooked a finger beneath my chin and raised it. His eyes again.

"If I didn't want to dance with, I wouldn't have, trust me. I'd been wanting to all night, but I knew I wouldn't have been able to hold myself back anymore."

His eyes dropped to my lips again.

"But Kook I-"

His lips met mine. At first, it was gentle and sweet, but it grew. More lust came into the picture. The want between us has been simmering for so long that it had boiled over. So much for it being one-sided. We were kissing, holding each other wanting more from each other.

All of a sudden, his hands snaked to my waist and lifted me onto the kitchen counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. It felt so good, so natural.

He pulled back and stared into me before asking the question.

"Do you want to add your touch to my place Y/N?"

All I did was nod before he lifted me up, kissed me again, and walked me through to his bedroom. He lowered me gently onto the bed, stood, and took his t-shirt off. I've seen him topless many times, but right now, the sight of him like this made my thighs squeeze together. He came back to the bed, the weight lowering beneath him, he hovered above me.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He said before crashing his lips onto mine. It was more rough this time, my hands in his hair. Clothes being ripped off until we were both naked. He sat up and looked at me, I shouldbe felt self conscious but with him I could never be.

"You're beautiful, Butterfly." He leaned and pecked my lips. "And you're mine."

I heard the sound of foil ripping. He lowered his mouth to my nipple and took it in. Licking and sucking it, my pants quickened at the sensation. One of his hands trailed down me until it reached my soaked heat. He chuckled.

"You're soaked just for me, Y/N."

I nodded in response before his finger started playing with my clit. The smallest touch lit off fireworks in me. My pants became moans, I couldn't hold them in anymore, it felt too good.

"Do you want more Y/N?" I couldn't answer. The moans kept escaping as he hadn't moved hit finger from me. I could only manage a nod.

"Tell me Y/N." He pushed a finger inside me, my back arched in pleasure. "Use your words. What do you want?"

I couldn't hold it in anymore, I needed him.

"Fuck me Jungkook, please I can't wait anymore."

He pulled his fingers out and I could feel the tip of his member hovering.

"That's my girl." He said before pushing into me. He was so big I thought he wouldn't fit. He pushed in slowly before he filled me. Once I had gotten used to him, he sped up. The thrusts are getting harder and faster. I became an unravelled mess of moans and screams. I could feel the orgasm coming already.

"Kook please I... oh god I need."

He trusted in again.

"What so you need Y/N, tell me."

He trusted even harder.

"I need to come, please.... please I need it."

He thrusted one more time.

"Come for me Y/N, come all over my cock."

That was all I needed, I let go completely, and the wave of pleasure came over me completely. It felt like it lasted forever, and I felt Jungkook shake with pleasure. I knew he had finished also.

As we both came down from our highs, he layer next to me.

"I can't believe we just did that." I said after getting my breath back.

Jungkook turned to me, brushing hair out of my face.

"Butterfly, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to want me too."

I stared at him in disbelief.

"Kook, I have had a crush on you basically since we met. I just thought you'd never want someone like me."

My cheeks blushed.

Jungkook came closer and kissed me. Slowly, letting it linger a second more.

"Well I guess we're both just stupid aren't we."

I slapped his arm, and he rolled over laughing.

"Not stupid! There were just no signs, so I kept it to myself!"

Still laughing he turned back to me.

"Well Butterfly you've added your touch to the kitchen, the bedroom."

His eyes moved to the shut door in this room.

"Care to make your touch in the bathroom?"

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[unohanaswetdream]

Bellflowers

Bellflower aka Campanula The name campanula came from the Latin word ‘Campanula’ to mean ‘bell’. The more common name of the flower is a 'Bellflower'.

A symbol of affection, constancy and everlasting love.

AO3

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5.9k words

a/n hi ! ty so much for clicking on my story !! i do hope you enjoy ! much love <33

also i know canonically unohana's eyes are blue but this is my story n brown eyes r so much better. to my brown eyed ppl i love you mwah

WARNINGS - 18+ please - spoilers for TYBW if you have not read past ep. 9 - swearing - explicit depictions of sex

Walking through the corridors of the squad 4 barricades without a plan in mind, you felt the urge to suddenly stop and take a break, your ears straining only to have caught a faint sobbing coming from somewhere. Even though it was none of your business you decided to find out who it was. However, walking further down the corridor seemed to help significantly as you heard whoever it was getting louder and louder, stopping at the head office of the Squad 4 Captain, Unohana, Retsu, something in your mind screaming at you to not go in and allow yourself to be naïve for a little bit longer but of course your stubbornness would have never let you.

Opening the door, you felt the air shift only to choke you in surprise like someone was secretly following you and in order to make their presence known to you they wrapped their fiery hot hands tightly around your throat leaving you unable to think. The first thing you saw when your eyes become focused was a Bellflower in its vase however, the once vibrant purple flower was voided of any colour, evocative of its original colour instead all that was left was a shrivelled brown husk of a flower. Eventually you realised who was crying and realised why they were crying within those few milliseconds it took to open the door and glance around. There was no time for you to cry ,there was no time for you to do anything but to just stand there, no matter the urge you felt to run after her, kill him for her so she did not have to die but deep down you knew it would be fruitless, you knew it was too late, you knew your love of your life was never ever going to come back. All those dreams you had together just shattered into so many pieces that it would be impossible to put all the small shards back together again. You felt as though you could throw up, the acid slowly crawling up your oesophagus making your throat feel as though sodium hydroxide was slowly eating away at you. And finally, Isane turned to you.

‘Oh, Inase is everything okay’ trying your best to keep your voice neutral and even, even though you had known her forever you still could not express your true emotions to her.

‘Oh my god oh my oh’ she was not making sense at all. The grief making her uncomprehensive and if someone had walked in at this moment, they would’ve thought it was Isane that was married with Retsu not you not that anyone really knew except a few.

Thinking about your wedding day just made you crumble, you just could not mask your emotions anymore.

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Jūshirō walked you down the small aisle in front of Lisa and Shunsui while clutching a bouquet of purple Bellflowers - your favourite flowers particularly because of the colour - to meet Retsu who was standing already there because she didn’t want to be walked down the aisle. Too nervous to even look at her you kept your eyes on Isane who was at front ready to marry you together, however you forgot that there were steps causing you to trip and fall right at Retsu’s feet.

Amongst your panic, you her Shunsui loudly and proudly may you add say ‘ I guess you really fell for her huh’ earning him a punch from Lisa his lieutenant.

You could not be too mad at him because he did manage to create a simple Kidō that allowed white rose petals to fall from the sky all around them and because of the sunset it made them glow with all different shades of red, orange and purple. You had never seen a scene like this ever and to know this is how your wedding will be remembered made you so proud that you asked Retsu if she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you.

A ‘tsk’ dragged you from your thoughts, only to look up and see the biggest smile you had ever seen on her face. This made you want to hug her legs and cry because it was only now that you were realising how real all of this was. She was just wearing her normal captain robe - more of a fuck you to the elders – but she still looked as beautiful as ever. Her hair that was normally plaited at the front was completely straight and shieling her from the setting sun, yet the light that got pass her hair rested on her eyes, those eyes you fell in love with, almost making them glow and shine like honey or perfectly tempered dark chocolate. Her beautiful scar glowed like amber making you remember all the nights you showered it with butterfly kisses.

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That scar that led you to this moment.

You dropped to your knees, all different emotions hit you at once, but you were so overwhelmed, so overstimulated you could not tell one emotion from another.

The one who made you feel accepted, loved, normal, strong and happy left you without as much as a goodbye. But you knew that was not her style and there was a definite chance she left you a ‘see you again’ somewhere if you looked hard enough. You knew it was hidden just good enough that prior to this interaction you wouldn’t know what it was, even though anger and hurt surged throughout you, you knew that there was not really anyone else better you would have wanted to find this news from. Maybe Shunsui but she knew he’d fight her about leaving you without saying anything, even after over thousand years you knew his love for you never faded. Little did you know who helped orchestrate this event.

Your cries and screams were silent, but it was not unheard. There was shuffling of two feet in Retsu’s office and when you felt two arms and a body press against you it confirmed who it was. Isane just held you there as your whole world fall apart, as the pain you felt was almost indescribable.  You felt as though you had woken up mid surgery choking on your blood only to discover that your lungs were removed so you could not breathe and your heart in a dish beside your head so all you felt was emptiness, numbness just a void in a Shinigami’s skin suit.

Your nose was so blocked from your sobbing that when you hiccupped you could not breathe through your nose. This resulted in you thinking you couldn’t breathe at all, your panic manifested into your breathing which became extremely more capricious, your ears felt like it was collapsing into your skull, the pressure in your head felt like your head was going to combust painting the walls with your brain matter. You just couldn’t, what was it that you couldn’t? You didn’t know, all you knew was that you couldn’t, that word just circling and circling around in your mind like a hamster on a wheel. Hearing a deep husky but low call of your name allowed you to focus your attention on their voice, your hearing slowly become clearer and your breathing slowly becoming increasingly steady.

‘Isane as much as I like seeing you all flustered and red, in these circumstances it makes me rather upset. Wipe those tears and go to your room to freshen up a bit, okay?’ In response Isane pulls away from you, leaving the feeling of emptiness in the places where she was pressed up against you to match the emptiness of your insides.

Once you heard Isane’s footsteps disappear and the large wooden door shut, you turn to Shunsui. Always handsome no matter the circumstances with his long wavy hair pulled back leaving one strand dangling in his face, his eye patch on his right eye fully secured with elastic on each corned ensuring it does not go flying off in a fight while enhancing his high cheekbones. His beard trimmed, the beard you once enjoyed so much scratching your inner thigh, his pink, flowered kimono that he almost never took off however, his sakkat seemed to be missing. But something seemed off at the way he looked at you, hints of pity along with an I told you so look that you would have missed if you hadn’t known him for as long as you did.

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His thrusts hitting your g-spot, you could not remember a time when he had never hit your g-spot let alone make you squirt on his cock. The smell of sex was so overwhelming, so intoxicating that it drove you both wild with lust.

 Shunsui’s tells of his inebriate lusted state were always how his nails dug into your hips so hard leaving you with bruises, your back covered in bites, his fast and deep thrusts into your cunt leaving you bruised for days on end.

Your tells were asking for it harder and faster, clamping your walls around his dick to earn a deep husky growl in your ear and an in depth explanation of how much of a good whore you are, asking to go on top so he could fondle with your ass with an occasional thumb swipe over your asshole.

What made this experience different was that he made you roll onto your back and presume a missionary position which had never happened during your benefit part of friends and benefits agreement as it was either doggystyle or reverse cowgirl. Not that you cared, the mating press which he proceeded to put you in did wonders, hitting deeper into your wet cunt that you did not know was possible. But Shunsui did this for a reason and that was so you would look at him when he spoke, so he could get it through your thick skull because the only time you ever listened to him was when he was balls deep in that wet tight pussy of yours.

His grey over casted eyes pierced your like never before ‘I see the way you look at her’.

Frustration etched itself into your voice  ‘who ? Can you not do this not when I’m about to fucking cum it’s a turn off’.

‘okay how about I stop’ He stops but it doesn’t stop you from thrusting up to meet his hips.

He calls your name ‘do not play dumb, I’m trying to help you but since you only listen to me when I’m fucking you, I have no choice but to do this now’.

You sigh ‘man, keep fucking, then I will be more incline to answer your question’.

His thumb finds your clit, slowly rubbing circles over it while his hips slowly pick up the pace but is not going as fast as before to ensure you are not fucked too silly that you won’t answer him.

‘Is this about Unohana Retsu ?’.

He hummed in response.

‘Are you jealous it is not like we are even together I can look at her all I want’ you tone getting harsher by the minute meanwhile Shunsui ‘s heart is shattering by the minute.

It was not that he was jealous he was worried ‘I know we are not together, but we are friends and I care about you and I would feel better knowing that you do not pursue her, she has unresolved stuff that might come back and bite her’.

The audacity of this man. ‘I know about everything, fuckin hell, who cares it’s not like it will affect me I can survive anything, I’m fucking strong I bet you think I’m too weak to be with someone like Unohana, that is it isn’t ? You think you are better because you are a man you can ‘handle’ her ?’ you questioned but did not give Shunsui time to respond before you kept going.

‘I wish you’d just shut up and fuck me I don’t give a shit about what will make you feel better okay ? I can do what I want and right now I want her.’ You were all red and your chest was heaving like you had just ran a lap of the Seireitei.

Nothing was said in response by Shunsui except that he pulled back from you, your legs dropping from his shoulder. Disappointment flooded your system but it was not long before you were flipped onto your tummy and filled again.

The thrusts were erratic; fast then slow then deep then shallow he’d pull all the way out and thrust in then he’d pull halfway out and slam back in.

His right hand went to squeeze the sides of your neck slowing the blood from reaching your brain. From time to time you’d be on the verge of blacking out before he would move his hand to your hair to give it a hard tug.

Meanwhile his left hand went to your underside to help hold you up, so you did not strain your back. His left hand pressed against the lower part of your tummy, every so often giving a gently squeeze on your pooch.

The louder your moans got and the more irregular your breathes got the faster he went knowing that you were close causing him to press his hand further into your lower tummy as to search for his hammering in and out of your warm wet walls.

Finally, your ever so often fluttering cunt became a tight fist on Shunsui ‘s dick with your juices dripping all the way down to his balls and down your thighs. This did not stop Shunsui as he did not stop thrusting into your tight contracting cunt.

At the constant whispering of dirty words into your ear, you mewled in response letting Shinshu know the affect he was having on you as his lewd descriptions would send sent electric like shocks straight down to your clit.

Shunsui could read you like a book, so he took his right hand from your hair and placed his hand on top of your pussy and used his ring and index finger to spread your lips while he used his middle finger to rub your clit in circles.

Finally, you both became undone, Shunsui was shooting rope after rope of cum into your pretty cunt. You both stayed in your positions for a while to recover your strengths. Without a word Shunsui pulled out with a large ‘POP’, you felt his cum dripping down your thigh emulsifying with yours. Then with a rough rag he began wiping your pussy, thighs then ass clean before you heard what you assumed to be Shunsui putting his clothes on and leaving.  

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 Shunsui slowly approached you like how a human approaches a stray cat.

And all of a sudden you saw red ‘You fucking knew, didn’t you. Shunsui do not lie to me !’.

You watched him even more carefully but since that slip of emotions when you first saw him, his face showed nothing. Absolutely nothing. All he did was nod, like he just came here to rub it in your face that he was right all along.

If you could reach his shoulders without looking silly you would have grabbed him by them and thrown him against the fucking concrete wall.

‘How could you have done this to me ? Why did you not tell me ? We could have stopped this from happening. Remember us back in the day we made such a good team, I bet it is not too late we can stop them’. However you pleas went unanswered by the man you called a friend.

‘It is not my duty to tell you what is happening with any of the Squad Captains or Lieutenants, you are my subordinate I do not owe you anything. What is happening with the first Kenpachi and eleventh is happen for the sake of this war.’ His voice revealed nothing about what he was feeling, he sounded like a robot repeating what he was trained to say and this made you spiral, how could he not give a shit about a fellow Captain being killed for the sake of this stupid war ?

‘Why does she have to be sacrificed why ? There is another way, I’m sure. I do not care who is sacrificed for the betterment of this war as long as it isn’t her. It is stupid, this war is stupid. It is all you guys fault, you fucking Shinigami, for fucking constantly wiping out the Quincies. If we worked hard enough put in effort and treated them with respect, we could have figured a way out instead of constantly resorting to wiping out a whole race of people.’

‘You fucking Shinigami’ he repeated back to you without any anger or hatred, just like he was talking about the past weeks weather ‘you are one too, do not forget, you are a part of the problem too’.

And that was all he said before he left you all alone with your thoughts which travelled back to her, to Unohana Retsu. Everything from your first night with her to the last night with her.

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‘So Unohana, Retsu or Yachiru ?’ a glint of mischief was seen in your eyes as you asked her while in HER office on HER chair with your feet on HER desk.

‘I see you must have gotten your manners from Kyōraku’ she replied in the sweetest voice you have ever heard along with a soft smile. Now while some people may have been fooled, fear struck you like lightning but what is life without a bit of fun, so you decided to keep going.

‘Maybe he got them from me’, you pushed yourself off her desk and up from her chair.

‘I find that unlikely but to answer your questions Retsu is fine for now’.

You walked over to her leaning yourself against the front of her desk ‘how was today? Were you busy healing’.

‘Yes, in fact I was, hunched over my patients while I worked on them, this job is not ideal for my back’ her voice was so inviting like a siren that you almost fell into her.

An ‘oh my’ left your mouth almost mockingly. ‘That must be horrible Retsu, I think we need to get you to unwind. How does a nice back massage work for you.’ You purred.

The right-side corner of her lip slightly pulled up in what appeared to be a ghost of a smirk ‘see my dear I was right when I said you got your manners from Kyōraku not the other way around because he would never offer someone a massage’.

You giggled ‘you would be surprised some of the stuff he has done’.

‘I don’t think so considering the amount of times I have had to hear the ‘stuff he has done’’. Causing you to blush.

Pretending you did not hear that response you proceeded to show her to her office couch. ‘Where do you keep you body oils’ you questioned while turning around to let her unchanged.

Her sweet voice pierced the air ‘in the desk, bottom draw on the left’.

By time you found it and got back to the couch you found Retsu resting her head on a pillow for support while laying tummy down on the couch naked, her hair was laying flatly on her back. She had one towel covering the couch and another one covering her voluminous ass that you just wanted to dive into.

Before you started anything else you lightly combed her long hair with your hands, from top to bottom then using your right index finger you placed it at the top of her head in the middle so when you dragged your nail down it split her hair into two.  Once split you used your left hand to grab the left part of her hair to place it on top of her left shoulder and proceeded to do the same with her right half putting it on top of her right shoulder.

You cleared your throat ‘okay I am going to rub this coconut oil in my hands to warm it up and then we will start at your head and hopefully end at your legs’ if you did not get side tracked.

Then you began working your thumbs up and down from her ears to the base of her neck allowing her to deeply exhale. As you kept going and going her little deep exhales started becoming deep but delicate moans making you never want to stop. Hearing her made its way straight down to your core making you tremble slightly with excitement. Finally, you got to her lower back using your palms to rub up and down then when you decided to change pace and rub her in circles and by her moans were filling up the room.

You leaned down to her ear ‘may I’ while pointing your head to her back signalling that you wanted to get onto the couch.

She tilted her head to face you, while her eyes flickered to your lips for a millisecond however, you caught it because of your intense focus on her gorgeous face. happily, an answer of ‘yes’ came out breathily from Retsu.

You decided that you wanted to test what the atmosphere was like right now between the two of you so, you allowed your eyes to flicker between her lips and her eyes while slowly leaning in. As fate would have it, she started to mirror you, slowly but surely your lips came together in mid-air, and you had to resist the urge to moan out of anticipation. You could taste the remnants of the hospital on her lips but as you kept kissing it slowly faded to a sweeter and earthlier after taste, reminiscent of the smell of Bellflowers that would fill your room when you would open your window to your garden. Retsu’s right hand went to softly cup the back of you head and in hopes that it meant she wanted more, you decided to test the waters. You gently pushed you tongue to the edge of your lips and pulled back to see her response and to your surprised she repeated your movement so when it went to your turn your tongues both collided, both you and Retsu’s lips were slightly parted to allow your tongues to give each other gentle kitten licks. With one first and final moan you pulled back, saliva connecting you two like the red string of fate. Looking at her now plump deep rose lips all wet made you want to groan with lust, yet, you had things to do.

Stepping back to get onto your feet you advanced to stand next to her lower back, so it made it easier to get onto the couch, with your left leg you lifted it up from the ground and placed it in  the gap between the couch and the left side of her body. Then using your hands, you tightly grip the top of the couch, so you didn’t fall, lifting your right leg you placed it on her right side which left you hovering over her butt. Looking up only now did you realise how large the couch is, estimating that it would easily be the size of a double bed.

Lowering yourself down to were your face meets her ear, you give it a little kiss, lick and nibble near her lobe. Each kiss kept getting lower and lower, from ear to under her ears to the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder. From there you decided to focus your attention on her spine, the first kiss was light at the top of her spine, the coconut oil lightly coating your lips. Thankfully, you were a thorough lover of all things coconut other wise you would not be having as much fun as you were having right now. After that first kiss, goosebumps scattered all over her back, as you kept getting lower and lower the goosebumps never disappeared,  finally, you reached her lower back first paying your respects to her by kissing her two little back dimples before you left one final kiss atop of her ass which strangled a sweet moan from her plump lips.

Using your hand to push yourself up, you go again, back to her ear to ask ‘would you like me to play with that pussy of yours’, your hands encouraging her as you use them to rub all over her body.

Her response was a ‘please’ that was more of an order then begging which ended up dampening your underwear even more.

So, you moved to the left end of the couch so you didn’t sit on her legs and could remove the towel covering her ass without a problem. You tapped her ass so she could lift it up and spread her legs a bit so you could get  aback entrance.  Watching her do this just made you high on her and it could have been a trick of the light, but you swear you saw a little bit of recoil. Lining up behind her you place your thumb at her cunt opening and dragged all the juices that gathered up there, all the way to her clit where you gave the stiff bean a flick and gentle rub before you massage the rest of her juices into her inner labia. You made sure to go slow otherwise your thumb would slip due to the sheer amount of pussy juices Retsu accumulated. You lowered your face to her pussy to take in her smell and to give her a nice big lick, starting from her clit all the way to her pussy opening causing Retsu to moan and push up against your face. Her labia felt like delicacy, fuck caviar, fuck lobster, fuck gold flaked dishes, you would spend all your money on this pussy right in front of you. Her inner labia was so silky on your tongue, her juices dripping into your mouth like honey. Giving kisses to her outer labia was like kissing pillows, you were in bliss, you could cum right now and Retsu could tell due to your constant moans vibrating throughout her cunt. You decided to change your tactics, you pulled back only to get a whine out of Retsu.

You kissed and left a little nibble on her shoulder to let her know you were not done. You then tapped her legs so she could spread them further apart so you could slot your head between them so she could ride you.

‘Baby, I want you to use my face, fuck my face, Retsu’ the use of her name almost made her come over your pretty face.

Before you forgot you ensured her that ‘it is okay, put all your body weight on me I can handle it, I promise’ then with one final kiss to her clit you let her take the reins.  

Once she lowered herself on you all you did was place your hand on her ass to give to the occasional squeeze and stick your tongue out. You could tell that even with your minimal effort Retsu was having the time of her life fucking your face due to her sweet angelic moans filling the room resulting in your pussy repeatedly clenching around nothing. You tried your best to keep her cunt full with your tongue, constantly but softly prodding and poking her hole because you did not want to miss out on her pussy from embracing your tongue still, so she could deliver her cum straight into your mouth. While she used the bridge of your nose to provide friction on her clit. With her increase of pace when fucking your face, you knew she would cum soon, as her moans got louder anticipation increased. You pressed her hips harder into your face which earned a loud cry from Retsu, liquid flowed all over your face and tongue while her cunt was milking your tongue like it was a cock.

She rolled off of you and to your amazement she looked like she was not just fucked silly and you just hoped it was because she had good stamina as she was a Kenpachi not because she was not thoroughly fucked well enough.

As though she read your mind, she moved so she could hover over your face to give you a soft peck, tasting herself ‘that was outstanding my love, but I think it is my turn isn’t it?’.

All you could get out was a ‘please’ which unlike Retsu your voice was more begging.

Retsu responded by giving as soft kiss on your head ‘take your clothes off, go lay on your back and put your head on the pillow’.

Definitely not wanting to be a brat right now you did as she said. Slightly nervous you lay down naked in front of her in which she proceeded to straddle you, her pussy and your pussy almost touching. This time when she leans in to kiss it is not slow but fast as you both are high off the lust being produced by both bodies. It’s wet, it is sloppy, uncoordinated - noses constantly bumping into each other -  but nonetheless hot the way her body was pressed up against you like she was carving herself into you and how her nipples and yours would continuously rub together causing both of you to moan into each other’s mouths. The butterflies in your stomach flapping so hard they started sending vibrations down to your clit causing you to thrust up into Retsu’s cunt, thinking it’s a good idea you try grinding up against her. However, disappointment filled you when she pulls back and places a hand on your face.

‘Darling not here, it would be too uncomfortable to do in on some small and unappealing couch’. You blushed in response that she insinuated she wanted to continue this.

Yet, the kiss did not continue as Retsu had other plans, her lips travelled down your neck leaving love bites behind until she meet your breasts, her warm wet mouth covering your nipple. Causing you to moan and run your fingers through her hair. Using her spare hand she slipped it between your legs, doing the same thing as you – placing a finger in this case her index at your cunt opening to spread you juices to lube you up – and in response you thrusted your hips up to meet, which did not slip pass Retsu as she used her hand that was occupied by your breast to slam your hips down into the couch as a warning not to do it again. Earning a soft whine from you.

‘don’t’ was all she said but was enough to let you know you’d probably be punished if you kept going and right now you wanted to cum all over her pretty face  so there was no room to disobey the first Kenpachi.

Latching off your nipples she decided it was time to taste you, she moved down between your legs, her hair framing the soft feature of her face, however, you noticed a deep red scar on her chest, but you were not able to memorise its appearance before Retsu dived into you almost causing you to scream in shock. And you could tell a knot was starting to form at the pit of your tummy. You looked down to see Retsu’s right arm was resting on your inner thigh, her thumb and index opening your pussy up to her so she could clearly see your clit. Her delicate tongue ran over and over your clit, sometimes stopping to gently suckle on your stiff clit, encouraging moan after moan from you, encouraging you to run your hand through her hair, encouraging you to crush her head with your thighs.

Slowly slipping her middle finger into your cunt where she waited to let you loosen up, then she added her ring finger then her index. You were in bliss, your mind all fuzzy from the overstimulation of being stuffed with three of Retsu’s fingers, may they be slim but still do the job of reaching your g-spot. You tried to keep your breathing steady, but the absolute pleasure Retsu was giving to you was difficult. You felt as though you were melting into the couch, your whole body felt like liquid, and you were getting closer and closer. Finally, Retsu added her pinkie and you could not remember ever being this full that someone was almost fisting you, but the thought of your cunt being stretched so much and hearing your wetness sent electric jolts up into your clit and nipples. Your hands moved from her hair to instead play with your nipples, softly pulling and twisting them to add even more stimulation.

You never experienced a tongue so talented; the swift and fluid movements were mind shattering. You thought by the end of this you would not remember anything, not even your name except that you were just fucked to oblivion by a gorgeous woman, which honestly did not seem too bad. Her tongue was lapping you up like a thirsty dog and you began to start seeing black spots across your vision while you felt a tear slide down your face as you clamped hard around her head as you moaned so loud everyone in Squad 4 heard you. Finally, you came so hard around her four fingers  and tongue that your brain shut off and all you could see was stars. Your cunt juices were sent flying across her face, while your pussy became so tight that it held Retsu in place as she could not take them out. And just like her, you could not move at all, all you could do was breathe.

Retsu finally managed to get herself unstuck just in time to hear a knock, causing you both to jolt in shock.

‘I will be there in a second I just have to tend to this meeting quickly’ Retsu’s voice showing no sign of the actual activities that occurred.

Once changed, you stood behind her so she could shield you from whoever was at the door when she decided that they both looked appropriate enough to let the person in.

The door opened with Retsu staring in front of you with a soft apologetic smile on her face ‘I’m so sorry for the wait, this meeting took longer than originally anticipated’.

Unfortunately,  no one could hide the smell of sex from Shunsui hence he only smirked as you bowed to both of them as you ran out.

When you got home you noticed some flowers and a note sitting on your bedside table. You ran to go read the note.

I heard these were your favourite flowers

- Unohana, Retsu or Yachiru x

Only to look up to see

‘Bellflowers’.

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a/n

me and my editor 'read out loud Microsoft Catherine' hope you have enjoyed this story as much as i have had creating it.

thank you so much for reading and feed back is always welcomed even though i might cry abt it

have an awesome saucesome day/night

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[coffeistwriter]

Erm, hi. *Shoves my voltron oc angst at you* This is them doing the BoM trials.

Lucky is human, but often mistaken for half galra, and she's a doctor/surgeon.

I never had an opinion on the colour yellow, but when I saw those eyes above me on the floor, I knew I loved that colour.

I never cared for swords or knives until you told me I had to. Now they're my favorite weapon.

I never liked the quiet, but now that I have to be quiet, I do, just for you.

The sounds of my heart beating was all I could hear, staring at the roof above my broken body. My lungs felt like collapsing, the tumor attatched threatening to end my life. My body bruised from my fight for acceptance. Despite the misconception of who I am, I'm determined to show these people I can belong.

My sweat and blood have been put it into this, I can't back down now. I lift myself up, lungs threatening to fail and my body screaming at me to back down. But there's just one thing left to do. If I can get through that door, just get to it. On my feet again my throat burns and my vision threatens to blacken. "I'm not done yet." It's a whisper but it's heard, in my hand the dagger glistens in the light of the room. It's like I'm Jacky Chan suddenly and I'm up and kicking again.

They come at me again and again but I dodge and strike back. I can just feel my feet giving out, my breath leaving my body, and I slip, i'm falling, it's not stopping. I'm not in that room, but I didn't go through the door. I'm wondering what happens when it all gives out finally, my breath hitches and my knees buckle. I'm on the floor writhing in pain, throat spasms, I need air, but nothing is coming in and its killing me slowly. Then I see it, my end, this is where I go out. There's a bright light and I see myself. I'm younger, 19, I remember this. I'm sitting beside a hospital bed, and there's mom. She's got a tube in her throat, nothing attached. The monitor is flat-lined. She's dead. This was the last time I saw her. The last time I saw her gorgeous brown hair and aged skin.

She never gave up, she did everything she could to live another day, for me. But she still lost that battle. I couldn't do the same, I had to keep fighting like she did. There's no cure in space but if I can be out here with Aliens I can go home and get the treatment I need. The next thing I know I'm staring at a roof again, the same gray roof, in one of those rooms I had been fighting in. Did I pass the trials? My hand clutches the blade subconsciously, it feels different, and I can breath. I can breath!

Tears prick my eyes and I inhale deeply, raising my hand to look at the blade. It's different and longer, curved at the end like a curved back blade, a scalpel. How ironic. Then I hear those doors open and I know it's over. I passed the test.

When all of that is said and done I can feel someone's hands on my face, slapping my cheek. They're trying to keep me awake, but I can't hold on for a moment longer, my body quivers and I hack up my own blood. It's terrifying to see my blood on his hands after he wipes my lips clean. I hold on for one moment longer and I see those beautiful yellow eyes staring at me and yelling something in my face. Then it's nothing, and I assume I'm dead. I am floating in a pool of nothing. Only darkness is there and then a light at the end of a tunnel graces my sight.

#coffeistwriter #voltron #voltron oc #the whole trials are an allegory for her fight w/ cancer #and the fact shes fighting it alone without telling anyone

[sniperjade]

Empty

“Severus!”

Severus would never get sick of this sight. Lily's broad smile and bright green eyes, as she ran toward him, her hair streaming out behind her in a brilliant red wave. His stomach was fluttering wildly, and he spread his arms wide as she leapt into them. The detritus of the day melted away leaving him feeling warm and loved.

“Lily,” he breathed into her hair, half a prayer, half a vow. He would keep her safe. He would do anything and everything just to keep her here in his arms.

She let go and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “I made your favourite.”

He smiled and let her lead him into the house.

Spinner's end was different now. What had once been a dingy shack, falling apart with time, was now clean, tidy and covered in bright wallpaper. The chairs had been reupholstered in bright colours with homely-looking throws and pillows draped all over them. It was amazing how such small things could turn a place that he loathed into the one he never wanted to leave.

The entire house was filled with the smell of something cooking. The scent of chicken, tomato, turmeric and garam masala filled the air. His stomach dropped. Of course, it was butter chicken.

He plastered a smile on his face. “It smells amazing.”

She whirled around with another giant smile and placed two plates down on the table. “How was your day?”

Severus summoned two glasses and a bottle of wine, and began to pour some for the both of them. He thought back over the contents of his day. His mind filled with images tinted in blood and the sound of screaming. He took in a shuddering breath and gave her a weak smile.

“It’s a lot better, now that I’m here with you.”

She reached out a hand to cover his own and tilted her head, a small smile playing across her face. “You always say the sweetest things.”

“Only for you,” he replied as he brought her hand up to his lips, his fingers brushing against her knuckles.

“Severus,” she scolded, “eat up before it gets cold.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “We can pick that back up after dinner.”

She lifted a forkful to her mouth and moaned at the flavours. Severus brought his up to his mouth and chewed on the spicy meat. He kept his expression blank as he quickly swallowed down the burning flesh, trying not to let the pain bother him. Sweat started to bead against his forehead and he slowly sipped on his wine.

When the plate was empty, and his throat felt like it was on fire she stood and collected the plates.

He grasped her wrist, gently stopping her. “It’s ok. I’ll wash up. You cooked after all.”

She held his face between her hands and kissed him sweetly. Her cool lips were a balm against the flames burning him from the inside.

“How did I get so lucky,” she murmured before moving off into the lounge.

Severus watched her go before sighing and filling himself a glass of water that he drank like a man dying of thirst.

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[kingstylesdaily]

'The loudest it's ever been': Behind the scenes at Harry Styles' Wembley Stadium shows

by Ben Homewood | musicweek.com

After six thunderous nights, the UK & Ireland leg of Harry Styles’ Love On Tour is over. With Sweden, Norway and Denmark next on the itinerary and the US to follow in August, Styles mania is set to continue and, according to Wembley Stadium’s James Taylor, the UK will be basking in the glow for some time yet.

Styles tweeted that the first of his two London shows was one of his favourites that he and his band have ever done, adding that he felt overwhelmed. Anyone who saw either night at Wembley would attest that most of the crowd felt the same way. Taylor, the venue’s senior commercial director, is still reeling.

“The shows have received unanimous positive feedback, Harry’s fans were probably the noisiest I’ve ever heard in the stadium,” he tells Music Week in the aftermath. “It was a great occasion, a really positive couple of nights. The first of many I would think…”

Indeed, Taylor suggested it won't be long before Styles is back in UK stadiums. But while the dust has settled and the screaming has stopped, the coloured feathers – which were floating in the air and sticking triumphantly to the floor around and inside Wembley last Sunday night – remain.

“I think we’re still cleaning those up,” smiles Taylor. “It's quite difficult, they kept appearing in the bowl ahead of Ed Sheeran’s show. It was a very colourful occasion and Harry has got his own unique style, which is reflected in the way the fans came together.”

Wembley – like Ibrox in Glasgow, the Emirates Old Trafford in Manchester and Dublin’s Aviva Stadium – was simply consumed by Styles and his fans. Having waited longer than they ever anticipated to see him thanks to the pandemic, his supporters conjured bedlam in each venue hours before he walked out on stage. Originally, he was supposed to play the O2 in London, now he has filled Wembley Stadium twice over.

Every last audience member sang every word of each song back at the singer, who pirouetted, jived and shimmied around a rectangular platform that stretched into the standing section. On night one, he wore red spots, on night two, silver, sparklier ones. The singer likes to see into the whites of his fans’ eyes, stopping to read their handmade signs and strike up conversations. On night two at Wembley, he led a chorus of happy birthday to his bass player Elin Sandberg and helped an Italian fan, Mattia, come out. There was also a dedication to dads, including his own, who was in the crowd, for fathers day. In Manchester, he shouted out his first primary school teacher, Mrs Vernon. Then there was the customary encouragement for fans to bestow acts of kindness at each gig.

Such moments illustrate the levels of positivity and love, for that’s what we must call it, that Styles is capable of evoking. At Wembley, as the crowd lost its mind to Bohemian Rhapsody before he came on, you got the impression that the experience of all being in the same place together might have been enough for the audience. When he did emerge, even the slightest brush of a hand or wiggle of a hip sent a shock wave around Wembley’s vast bowl. Even the night air was trembling. The emotion is vivid, palpable, it's hard to think of anyone else who inspires this level of feeling.

Near the front, a fan in a cape fitted out with fairy lights with a wand in each hand caught the eye, casting huge shapes with every flick of the wrist. Scores of people at the back of the standing area twirled each other around, tearing across the floor like every song was the last number at a wedding. During the slow ones, such as Matilda from Harry’s House, they lay on the floor, scrunching up their rain-soaked ponchos, the kind you’d usually see at a theme park.

“I don’t get to do this without you,” Styles said at one point. “It would be me in a room on my own prancing about, a very different vibe. I am yours, thank you.”

And the magic of Harry Styles is that it really felt like he meant it. This stadium show had fireworks (during the set-stealing Sign Of The Times) but it didn’t really need them. The songs, plus their maker’s bond with his fans, provided ample explosion.

To find out what went on over two nights at Wembley and look ahead to Styles’ future playing stadiums, we asked James Taylor to take us behind the scenes…

Firstly, what was your immediate reaction to the two shows? “It was really good, a great occasion. It was a very happy, warm atmosphere with people just sharing their combined love of the artist. They are very passionate, committed fans, very like-minded. He delivered a great show.”

Why do you think Harry Styles inspires such devotion in people?

“Harry’s messaging during the shows is all about loving yourself and I think for young people who struggle with mental health, you can tell that he connects well and gives a really positive message. I think that’s at the heart of the show, his songs are very positive about the self, not just other people. That’s why he connects well with fans, they’ve got a shared belief of how you should live life. It’s very positive and uplifting and people just like that sort of environment.”

What made the show work in a stadium?

“He does a lot of crowd interaction, a bit more than other artists. He chats to his fans and he is known for stopping his shows and talking to them. Bear in mind it’s his first stadium show, so some artists, if it’s your fourth or fifth time, you might need to do something a bit different or it becomes a bit samey. But with his first one, it sold out so quickly that I don’t think he really needed to go too mad on that. People were coming to see him. You might see on his third, fourth or fifth tour, he might start doing [something different], but for now, he’s got a group of fans that just wanted to see him in stadiums for the first time. I don’t think it really needed anything else, I thought his team got it just right.”

Can you tell us about the process of putting the shows together?

“His team were very positive and very happy. I went down after the shows and spoke to the promoter [Live Nation] and everyone in the changing room area was absolutely delighted. Harry had a little afterparty with his team and they were all very happy. I don't think it could have gone any better from his perspective, you can tell it meant a lot. I could hear his party but I didn’t pop in! [Laughs].”

After the postponement and venue upgrades, Love On Tour in the UK has been a very big deal for a number of reasons. What’s it been like to be a part of it?

“It was meant to be at The O2, but demand was so high that it made sense that he went straight into the stadiums. I don’t think it will be his last one, it wouldn't surprise me if he was back in stadiums pretty soon. He’s going to go into that Ed Sheeran and Coldplay level, they’re both due to do their 12th shows this year at Wembley and I can see Harry on his third or fourth tour being up on that level. There’s definitely more to come from him, his show will get better and better. If he’s that good on his first stadium show, you look forward to seeing his second and his third…”

Do you feel you’ve played your part in all the recent success, with Harry’s House and As It Was both topping the charts?

“It feels like he’s on the cusp of something huge, well, he already is [huge]. Obviously he’s had his history with the stadium before and has played with One Direction, but as a solo artist you do feel like this is the start… Ed Sheeran [first played] Wembley in 2015, and you do feel Harry is going to go on and do similar numbers. He’s developed his own brand, his own style, you don’t see a lot of artists manage to do that. A lot of them don’t seem to reach the level of connection with the fans that he has. It’s exciting to see where he’s going to go.”

#kingstylesdaily #harry styles #review: love on tour #music week #june 2022